A trip to the doctor isn’t supposed to be too sexy. However, I guess if you’re GP is like Doctor Tushy you never know where the exam could take you. Just read this story about a female patient and you’ll know how an examination can go to the backend of south…

There is something sinfully erotic about baring yourself to someone who’d made studying the body their life’s work. Doctors are people you can trust implicitly, because they’re sworn to act in your best interest. Every probe is for your own good.

It was supposed to be a routine gyno exam.

Then in walked the doctor and my mouth watered at the sight.

He was gorgeous.

He took one look at me, my feet in the stirrups, my pussy open and told his nurse to cancel the rest of his appointments.

The door locked with a resounding click.

“You won’t need that,” he said, gesturing to my gown. He pulled it off me and sat down at the base of the bench. His gloved hands spread my thighs even wider and to my embarrassment, I felt a rush of moisture in my pussy.

The speculum opened me and he took the necessary swabs. He slid three fingers deep in my pussy, checking my ovaries and then as he withdrew, he paused, gently rubbing my G-spot.

I gasped, my hips arching towards him and the doctor smiled knowingly.

“You’re flushed,” he said as he examined my breasts, checking for lumps. “Do you feel feverish?”

“No!” I moaned as he suddenly pinched my nipples.

“Better check anyway,” he said. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass in the air. He showed me the thermometer and then I felt the thin glass slide deep into my anus. I was gasping now, aroused and ashamed as the glass shaft slid slowly in and out, stimulating the raw, nerve-lined passage.

“Such a good patient,” he cooed, giving my ass a gentle slap. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, doctor.”

I gasped as his cock slid deep.