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Story title : Ample Patient

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Ample Patient, The (MF, voy, size)
By JackBro (jackbro_99@yahoo.com)

***

A female receptionist gets to play nurse on a patient, 
and the patient turns out to be well endowed.

***

My desk is layered with paper. Unopened mail forms a 
mountain in one corner. Rejected insurance claims forms 
a smaller mountain - more like a hill - in the opposite 
corner. Between is a low valley of checks and billing 
statements. For the last two hours I've been trying to 
finish entering the week's payments into the computer, 
but I keep getting interrupted by nurses, patients, and 
phone calls. It looks like it is going to be one of those 
late nights again. I figure I have about three hours 
worth of work to finish up. It's an hour before my 
supposed quitting time.

I glance out through a small window to see a near-empty 
waiting room. Only two patients remain. One of them, I 
already know, will be quick. She is a 16-year old girl 
who bashfully asked upon her arrival if the Doctor was 
female. This tells me that she wants a boob job. She will 
go in, whine about her life being miserable because she's 
got a flat chest, and then Doctor Polichvich will give it 
to her polite but straight.

The second patient will be quick too. She's back for a 
follow-up. The woman received breast reduction surgery 
two weeks ago, and she is back for the standard two-week 
follow-up appointment. Follow-ups take only a few minutes 
- assuming the Doctor does not discover an infection or 
other complication.

I work as a receptionist in a Doctor's office. Most 
people think a receptionist just calls out your name when 
your turn comes up to see the doctor. Actually, it 
carries a lot more responsibility than that, especially 
when you work in a small, private practice like I do. I 
also carry the responsibility for the medical files, 
billings, schedule, and answering the phone - plus I call 
out the name of the occasional patient when their turn 
comes up to see the doctor.

I work for Doctor Susan Polichvich. Her specialty is 
reduction mammaplasty - which means she's essentially 
boob doctor to you and me. She specializes in breast 
reduction and enlargement surgery, and that is how I 
first met her. Not for a boob job like the 16-year old in 
the waiting room, but just the opposite. I walked into 
her office about two months ago to ask about breast 
reduction surgery.

I am cursed - or blessed, depending on who you ask - with 
a set of double-D tits. I loved them when I was younger. 
I found a big set of tits were terrific when I wanted to 
get noticed or have a conversation with the most gorgeous 
stud in the room. They still work wonders, but as I got 
older my priorities matured. Often, I found my tits 
caught me the wrong kind of man. And then there is all 
that weight on my chest, plus the way the bra straps 
chaff my shoulders. So, on a whim one afternoon as I was 
driving home from my last day of work, I stopped to ask 
about getting them pared down to size.

She gave it to me polite but straight, just like she will 
do for the 16-year old. First, there are medical dangers. 
Breast surgery is a relatively simple operation, but 
putting someone under the knife always involves risk. 
Second, there is cost. Doctor Polichvich is cheap, and 
she charges $2,000 a pair. Third, virtually no insurance 
covers the expense. Unless a medical need exists - like 
breast cancer, for example - insurance companies don't 
pay for cosmetic procedures. That was the real clincher 
for me, the cost, especially just after I was laid off my 
job as a receptionist in a dentist's office.

I was ready to leave dejected, but not quite. "In every 
cloud," as my Grandmother always used to say, "there's a 
silver lining." Sometime during my conversation in Doctor 
Polichvich's office, I mentioned that my now former 
employer retired and I just lost my job. He let me go 
home early on my last day, and that is why I had time to 
stop by and do a little "boob shopping." Lucky for me, 
Doctor Polichvich just happened to be looking for 
replacement receptionist for her own practice. Her 
receptionist gave a two-week notice just one week before. 
Polichvich needed a replacement, but she had been too 
busy to advertise or to interview. She asked if I wanted 
the job on the spot.

* * * *

"Next patient Martha," One of the nurses pokes her head 
in through the doorway.

"Lucy!" I stand to call the 16-year old. "The doctor will 
see you now. If you still want to go in?"

She takes a deep breath and nods to me.

I take the clipboard with her chart - which isn't much of 
a chart because it's her first and probably only visit - 
and show her the exam room.

"I'm going to see the female doctor, right?" She 
questions nervously.

"We have only one doctor here," I explain. "And yes, she 
is still female. Just try to relax. She's real nice."

"Do I need to undress or anything?"

"Not yet," I tell her. "A nurse will be with you shortly. 
She'll ask some basic medical questions, and then she'll 
let you know if you need to get undressed or not."

The young girl gives me a nervous nod.

I hang her chart on a hook beside the door, and do a 
quick change of the sign to say, "occupied."

One down; one to go. Maybe I can get out earlier than I 
think. I take a quick glance into the waiting room to see 
the follow-up patient still waiting. I had hoped she 
maybe got tired of waiting and decided to leave, but no 
such luck. At least nobody else joined her. We sometimes 
get surprise patients at the end of the day. I hate it 
when patients think they can stroll in right at 5:00 PM 
and expect to see the doctor. The sign on the door says 
we close at 5:00 PM. That means everyone in the office is 
supposed to leave at five, not that the last appointment 
is at five.

I sit back down to try to finish entering the checks into 
the computer. Most offices would hire a consultant to do 
this, but Doctor Polichvich can't afford one. She refuses 
to "use my talent as a plastic surgeon to cater 
exclusively to the rich," as she puts it. That's part of 
the reason she located her office in what I call the 
underprivileged side of town. We sit in a strip mall with 
a liquor store on one side and a donut shop on the other. 
I don't know how many square feet we occupy, but I can 
say the waiting room sits just 6 patients and we have 
only 2 exam rooms. The dentist I used to work for had 
more space than this.

As for my own office, it isn't much either. I long ago 
concluded the builders must have added it as an 
afterthought. The walls form a triangle with my desk 
parked tight up against one wall, the door to the exam 
rooms occupies the second, and a small window looking out 
into the waiting room sits in the third. I have to always 
keep an eye out into the waiting room to make sure no 
inebriated liquor store customer walks in by mistake.

"Excuse me," A deep, masculine voice interrupts my 
progress. "I hope you can help me."

I glance at the clock on the computer. "4:45 PM" "Another 
last minute customer," I think silently to myself, but 
then realize the voice comes from a man.

And what a man! I look over to see a set of deep blue 
eyes glair down at me from the open window. He looks 
gorgeous, a beautiful smile centered on a handsome face. 
On his head sits a mop of long, blond hair. His chin 
supports a cute dimple in the center. And those blue 
eyes! I can't get over those deep, blue eyes!

"I sure hope I can," I answer more assertively than I 
should. "I mean yes, are you here to pick someone up?"

The words sound strange coming out of my lips. I hope he 
is here to pick me up, but then I think of the 16-year 
old I just showed inside. If this is her boyfriend, a 
boob job might very well be worth the expense.

"No, actually I'm here to see the doctor," He corrects 
me.

"Oh! Then you must be an acquaintance," I conclude. I 
wonder if he is her new boyfriend. Susan - I mean Doctor 
Polichvich - never told me about this one!

"No, no acquaintance," He corrects my assumption. "I've 
never met her before. I'm here as a patient."

This confuses me. A male patient to see a boob doctor? It 
doesn't make sense. There actually is such a thing as 
breast reduction surgery for a man. The medical term is 
Gynecomastia, but this man is obviously in no need of 
Gynecomastia. He already has the perfect body. I've been 
working for Susan six weeks now, and this is her first 
male patient.

"Excuse me," I lower my voice to speak more discretely. 
"I don't think you understand. You see, Doctor Polichvich 
is a plastic surgeon who specializes in the female 
breast. You know, like breast enlargement, reduction, or 
plastic surgery after a mastectomy. This is her 
outpatient office."

He smiles back at me. It is a beautiful smile. I only 
wished it belonged to a brighter guy. But then I suppose 
he doesn't need to be bright, not with his good looks and 
all. I hear men talk about dizzy blonds. I think this 
must be the equivalent in the male variety.

"I'm well aware of the Doctor's specialty," He lowers his 
voice to match my own. He has a sexy, quite voice, one of 
those voices that sounds like a whisper but remains 
perfectly clear. "Actually, that's exactly why I am here. 
I work at a club two blocks down the street," He motions 
in the general direction. "I drive by her sign all the 
time on my way to work. I always found it tempting, so 
today I left early to stop by."

He leaves me thoroughly confused. He wants an appointment 
with a doctor that works on boobs, but he is most 
obviously a man. He sounds intelligent, yet he makes 
ridiculous requests. I start to wonder if the guy might 
not be all there - I mean, in the head.

"Please," He almost pleads. "I just want a word with her. 
Don't worry, it's got nothing to do with my breasts or 
the breast of anyone else. I am just hoping she might 
point me in the right direction."

"Um, I don't know," I stumble, not knowing what to say. 
"We close at five, you know, and the Doctor normally 
refuses appointments after four-forty unless it's 
important."

"I can return next week," He offers. "How about next 
Friday? I prefer as late in the day as possible. I start 
work at seven."

The last thing I want is for this nut case to return - 
well, let me put that a different way. Actually, I want 
this hunk of a man to return again and again, but it's 
just that nothing he says makes sense. What kind of job 
only starts at seven at night? And he says he works two 
blocks up the street. The only businesses two blocks up 
the street are an adult video store and a strip joint. I 
wonder if he might be one of those sleazebags who hangs 
out at X-rated attractions. He certainly doesn't look 
like your typical sleazebag, but then I start to think 
maybe he is a pimp.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "None of this makes sense! 
Doctor Polichvich is busy with real patients. If you want 
to see a doctor, you really need to go to your own 
physician or you can always stop by County Hospital."

A look of disappointment comes over his face. I worry I 
might have upset him. Even worse, I worry he might be a 
little crazy and maybe I just pushed him over the edge.

"I really am sorry," I try to console.

"I understand," He accepts. "But let me first explain. 
This is a bit embarrassing, but once I explain my 
situation I think you will understand. Could I at least 
ask you to carry a message back to the doctor to ask her 
if she is willing to see me?"

I remain confused, but nod my head anyway. "I guess so," 
I accept him.

"Good! Then please tell her I only request she point me 
in the right direction. I don't expect her to do the 
surgery herself. It's not her specialty, but I figure her 
specialty is closely related. I'm hoping she might at 
least be able to provide me enough information to show me 
where to go. Maybe she even knows a name?"

I shrug my shoulders. "She might," I don't know what else 
to say. He hasn't told me anything yet.

"It's like this," He speaks more quietly and his head 
almost comes through the window. I smell him, and he 
smells good. There's something about strong, handsome men 
that makes them smell good.

"I just logically figured a Doctor who does plastic 
surgery to reduce breast sizes in women," He speaks 
shyly. "Well, she might know something about reducing 
penis size in a man."

I think my eyes pop out of my sockets. My jaw most 
definitely drops to the floor. I can't believe what I 
have just heard! I wonder if I really heard what I 
thought I heard! I think again that he might be a nut 
case. And then I wonder if he might be part of some 
practical joke. April fool's Day was over three months 
ago. My 28th birthday is approaching, but this is a bit 
early for a gag gift.

"Excuse me?" I almost choke on my own words.

He repeats himself, and I hear it again. "I'm here to 
hopefully get some information on penis reduction 
surgery," He says.

The gears in my head turn quickly. He said he worked at 
the club two blocks down the street. The strip joint 
club! And Friday night is Lady's night - or so I've 
heard. I never went myself, but I could not help but 
overhear a few patients in the waiting room occasionally 
joke about the male strippers on Friday nights. Women can 
be such sluts when no men are around.

And what he asks actually carries a strong thread of 
logic. A doctor trained in breast reduction surgery might 
logically know something about penis reduction surgery 
too - if there even is such a thing. I never heard of it 
myself, but then I'm no doctor. Who knows?

"I understand!" My face must look like it has been 
blessed with some cosmic revelation. It takes me a few 
seconds to come back down to reality. "Now I understand, 
but I'm not sure if the doctor would be willing to see 
you or not," I admit truthfully. "I've only just been on 
this job for six weeks, and you're the first patient to 
ask such a thing. I used to be a receptionist in a 
dentist office, and we never had to worry about things 
like this."

I realize I am rambling. It is what I do when I get 
stressed. For some strange reason, I talk when I get 
stressed out. Rambling relaxes me, and right now I need a 
lot of relaxing. My pulse races. I think my hands shake. 
It is a good thing I am already sitting, else I probably 
would have fallen over.

"Anyway," I force myself to shut up. "I'll go ask her."

He looks pleased. He gives me his great big smile again. 
His teeth are so white they sparkle. And those eyes!

"That's all I ask." He turns back into the waiting room, 
giving me a view of his entire body and of his behind. 
This is the first time I get a view of his entire body. 
He is a big man - in more ways than he just pointed out. 
A muscle shirt shows off his bulging biceps. Tight shorts 
display a tight ass. I figure he must weigh in at about 
250 pounds, and I bet there isn't an ounce of fat on him.

* * * * *

I have trouble getting up from my desk. My legs feel 
numb. My heart continues to race. I need time, time to 
think. I feel as if I just saw a ghost.

"Did I really hear what I thought I heard?" I ask myself. 
"Did a fabulously handsome man just ask me about reducing 
the size of his penis?"

I know what this means, of course. A male stripper 
wanting his dick pared down to size can only mean one 
thing! It is obvious! He must really be hung! I naturally 
want to know how hung, and then I remember the strip 
joint. I make a promise to myself to visit next week. I 
will sneak my way into a seat in the back corner so he 
won't notice, and then I will check out his size.

Doctor Polichvich and the young girl come out of the exam 
room just as I step out of my office.

"What about those pills they show on those commercials?" 
The young girl cries.

"Bogus, I'm afraid," Susan wraps a consoling arm around 
her. "They're just specialty formulated vitamins. You can 
try them if you want. They won't do any harm. But it's 
cheaper if you just eat healthy and take standard vitamin 
supplements."

I silently point to my office, not wanting to interrupt 
but needing to get her attention.

Polichvich nods.

"There's no charge because I really didn't do anything," 
She continues to console the young girl. "Come back if 
you need to talk."
 
I duck back into my office as Doctor Polichvich bids the 
young girl goodbye and gives her a few pointers. She 
hands over a pamphlet hanging on the wall that has the 
numbers for various support groups and the suicide 
prevention hotline - just in case.

"You need me?" She pokes in her head a minute later.

"Close the door," I tell her. "I need to talk to you 
about a request of a walk-in."

"Do you mean Mrs. Alvery?" She looks out to the reception 
area. "Do you think she's having complications?"

I shake my head. "Not her, the other one."

Susan looks. "Wow! What a hunk!" She takes in a breath. 
"I didn't even notice him! I must be getting old."

Susan isn't that old, maybe in her mid 40s. I can tell 
she still has good tastes in men. We don't often talk to 
each other about our private lives, but I know from the 
two nurses that she's twice divorced and currently lives 
with a guy.

"He's an even bigger hunk than you think," I urge her to 
sit on the folding chair that suddenly appears from 
behind the door as it closes. I don't want him to see us 
talking.

"You have me interested!" She laughs. "But what on Earth 
are you talking about?"

I suddenly find myself at a loss for words. How should I 
say it? How should I phrase his question? My naturally 
gabby personality goes away and leaves me embarrassed.

"Well?" Susan prods. "I have one patient in back and 
another in front!"

"Actually," I correct her. "You have two patients waiting 
in front, provided you care to talk to him."

"What about?" She questions. "Is he growing boobs or 
something?" She laughs, but I fail to see the humor.

"I told him I would pass on his question," I begin shyly. 
"But it's kind of embarrassing just to ask it."

Susan seems to understand my reluctance. She sits back in 
the chair and waits. I suppose this is the same way she 
has to treat a lot of her young patients when they are 
too embarrassed to ask about breast reduction or 
enhancement surgery. She must simply wait until they are 
ready.

"The guy might be a little crazy," I first give my 
personal opinion. "Or maybe this is all part of some 
elaborate joke. I don't know! I just know that he asked 
me to pass on a question and ask if you would be willing 
to see him."

Susan nods without talking.

"It's like this," I give it to her straight. "The guy is 
interested in a reduction, but not to his boobs."

She returns a look of confusion. I hoped my hint would be 
sufficient for her to understand, but apparently not.

"What I'm talking about," I lean over and almost whisper 
into her ear. "He asked about reducing the length of his 
penis."

I do not see her reaction. I am leaned over too close to 
her face to see it, but I hear it. I think she stopped 
breathing. Maybe her heart started racing like mine.

"Interesting!" She quickly recovers. "Very interesting!"

"He knows it's not your specialty," I revert into my 
rambling mode. "But he logically figures you can maybe 
send him where to go. He asked if he could like maybe 
talk to you a few minutes. Maybe you could give him some 
suggestions or the names of some doctors. Maybe you know 
some fellow plastic surgeon who might be able to help."

Susan nods while I ramble on. She leans back in the 
chair, looks up to the ceiling, and seems to think. I 
don't know if she hears me.

"It appears as though I would be a fool not to see him," 
She concludes after I finish. "Wouldn't you agree?"

She smiles, and I know what she means.

"Yes," I agree. "I wouldn't mind seeing him too!"

She laughs at this remark. "Then tell him he can come in, 
but he will have to wait until my other patients are 
through. Treat him just like any other patient. Start 
setting up a chart on him. Get all his personal 
information. Ask for his name, address, allergies, 
medications, phone number..."

She needs not go on.

"And one more thing," Susan pauses at the door. "Ask him 
his length and how much he wants it shortened."

She says this professionally, with no emotion. I do not 
even realize the impact of her words until she turns the 
corner and disappears.

"And set up Mrs. Alvery in Exam One," She yells from down 
the hall.

My mind reverts back to my job. I open the window, call 
for Mrs. Alvery, and lead her back to Exam Room Number 
One. One of the nurses takes over and the other prepares 
to leave. I go back to my desk and start a new chart.

"Excuse me," I call out the window to the weightlifter 
sitting in the undersized chair. "I'm afraid I don't know 
your name."

"Jonathan," He stands up to join me at the window. 
"Jonathan Demetres."

He looks just as good from the front as he does from 
behind. Broad shoulders show off a hard chest. His blond 
hair makes him look German or maybe Swiss, but his last 
name sounds Russian. I can't help but fantasize him as a 
soldier of fortune sneaking across a boarder with a 
machine gun slug across one arm and a grenade launcher on 
the other. I only wished I was dressed better to meet 
him, like perhaps in a low cut blouse to draw his 
attention to my ample cleavage. Instead, I must talk to 
him while wearing a standard issue white uniform the same 
as what the doctor and the two nurses must wear.

"The doctor agreed to talk to you," I inform him as soon 
as he is near enough. "I spoke with her, and she says she 
will see you as soon as she is done with her scheduled 
patients."

"Great!" He gives me that wonderful smile again. "It will
be about a fifteen minute wait. She's already got two 
other patients in back."

"No problem," He is very accommodating. "Actually, I 
figured I would have to wait a lot longer."

"And while you wait, I have a couple of standard 
questions that I have to ask all first time patients," I 
chime in. "I know you just want to talk to her, but I 
still have to ask you a bunch of stuff about allergies, 
allergic reactions, current medications, etcetera. It's 
the rule."

He nods.

I sit down at my computer and go down the list. I get
his name, address, telephone number, occupation..."

"Construction manager and part time male stripper," I 
think I hit the delete key a dozen times to type in his 7 
words. I already knew the answer, but actually hearing a 
guy admit that he's a male stripper is kind-of erotic.

"Allergies?" 

"None."

"Allergic reactions?"

"None."

"Any prescriptions or any other medications you are 
currently taking? 

"Just vitamins."

"Any diseases or conditions you want the Doctor to know 
about?"

"Nothing."

All in all, he looks to be in perfect medical health, but 
then I could have determined that by just looking at him.

Finally, I get to the bottom of the form where it asks 
for "Other pertinent information?" I think about Susan's 
last instruction and wonder if she was serious.

"There's one other thing Doctor Polichvich wanted me to 
ask you," I turn to face him, which I immediately regret. 
As soon as I see his face, I get embarrassed. I think my 
face turns bright red.

"It's kind of an embarrassing thing to ask," I take a 
deep breath and start up again, this time without 
looking. I keep my eyes on the computer screen. "The 
thing is, if you were a woman, Doctor Polichvich would 
want to know your cup size and what you want to change it 
to."

"Flaccid and full?" He replies without hesitation. He 
immediately understands, and unlike me is embarrassed at 
all - but then I suppose that's from working in a male 
strip joint. I mean, if I stripped off my top to a room 
of strangers every night, I suppose I wouldn't be 
embarrassed at telling a man my cup size either.

As for his question, I'm not sure of the answer. Susan 
wasn't specific, but I know the question I want him to 
answer.

"Full," I take a gulp and look at him. "Twelve inches."

My legs go numb again. I can't move. This incredible hunk 
of a man just told me that he has a 12-inch cock. My God! 
What a whopper! I never knew they could grow so big. I 
type something into the computer, but it is nonsense. A 
lucky thing he can't read the screen from where he stands 
- I hope.

"And I'm interested in paring it down to nine."

Nine inches! Even a 9-inch long cock is huge. The biggest 
I ever experienced was seven, and that was a plastic 
dildo. I can't imagine what it would be like to take a 
real live 9-inch cock deep inside me, much less twelve.

"Is there anything else Nurse?"

I realize he talks to me. I remain frozen in place, 
unable to move. I type more nonsense into the computer.

"No!" I answer almost in a shrill. "I mean, no, nothing 
else. We're done. You can go back and take a seat for 
now."

He backs away and leaves me to my own thoughts. I need to 
be left alone. I need to think. I need to calm down. My 
heart races and my hands shake, and they do so even more 
than before. I find myself unable to remember the 
location of the letters on the keyboard.

And then I wonder if he noticed. "Did he notice my 
amazement?" I ask myself. "Did he hear my gasp when he 
said his length?" I figure I must have turned red with 
embarrassment. My body nearly drips with sweat.

I stand up to get a drink of water. I go to the small 
bathroom, splash my whole face with water. I try to calm 
down, but the only thing I can think about is the 12-
inches. At that length, he would extend upward beyond his 
stomach. I look in the mirror at my own tummy, and I try 
to picture how far his 12-inches would extend inside me. 
I try to measure it out with my hand and nearly come up 
to my chest. "My God!" I think to myself. "His dick would 
practically go up my throat."

It takes a few minutes before I am able to return to my 
desk and finish the last line on the form. "Current 
length," I type. "12-inches. Desired Length: 9-inches."

It looks strange, but I type it out anyway. I print out 
the results and attach it to a clipboard.

He still sits in the waiting room. I glance over to 
check, but try not to look. I want to make sure he didn't 
leave my life, but he still sits waiting.

I try to go back to the billing statements but have a 
hard time concentrating. All I can think about is him. I 
can't believe such a good-looking guy and such a big dick 
sits so close to me. I feel this tremendous desire to 
call all my girlfriends and tell them to quick come over. 
I will tell them later, of course, but they won't believe 
me. I also feel a desire to call Bob, my boyfriend. Well, 
he's not my boyfriend any more. We broke up a few months 
ago, but I sure would like to use his dick tonight. I 
feel a tremendous desire to call him over to my apartment 
and ask him to screw my brains out. I'm in need of a good 
fuck. I have a long session planned with my dildo this 
evening. I wish I had it with me right now.

"Goodnight Dawn," I hear from behind me. "See you bright 
and early Monday morning."

"Have a good weekend," I tell Betty, one of the two 
nurses. She leaves right at 5:00. The higher paid nurses 
get to leave on time and the poor receptionist has to 
stay until the work is done, but on this night I do not 
mind.

I turn back to my work but only think about his cock. I 
type $112.12 into the spreadsheet by mistake. I can't get 
the number 12 out of my mind.

I pause to think about how long it must be when flaccid. 
A 12-inch hard-on must translate into something like a 6 
or 9-inch softy. I mean, the thing must extend a third 
way down to his knees!

I pause again to think about its girth. I wonder how wide 
it must be. A long cock logically requires a wide 
support, or so I would think. I suppose it could be long 
and skinny, but probably not. I figure longer cocks must 
also be wider cocks.

"She say how long?"

I jump at the words.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Jonathan 
apologizes. He stands at the open window. "I'm not in any 
hurry or anything, but it just looks like you're closing 
up."

"We close at five, but don't worry," I assure him. "The 
Doctor will still see you. The nurses are always in a 
rush to get out of here on Friday nights."

"Except you," He looks at my desk. "You look like a 
dedicated nurse who stays all hours."

I'm tempted to tell him that I am no nurse; just a 
receptionist, but I figure it doesn't matter.

"Somebody's got to get the work done," I tell him. 
"Besides, I don't have any real plans for tonight 
anyway." I contemplate the plans I have for my dildo 
right after I say this.

"Alone on a Friday night," He consoles me. "I figure a 
cute little thing like you would have a date every night 
of the week."

I think I blush with embarrassment at the compliment, 
especially considering the source. I can't believe I'm 
doing this, having a conversation with a handsome stud 
with a 12-inch dick - or at least that's according to 
him. I have a disturbing thought: How do I know he isn't 
exaggerating? I mean, every guy likes to exaggerate about 
his size. I don't think many would take the time and 
trouble to go to a doctor and risk embarrassment just to 
exaggerate his size, but you never know. In Jonathan's 
case, I think he tells the truth. Besides, even if he 
exaggerates by only 1 or 2 inches like most guys do, he's 
still plenty long."

"You can always come over to the club later," He 
suggests.

I think I blush even more. "Sorry, but I'm not into that 
sort of thing."

He laughs. "That's what they all say, but every girl 
enjoys a good strip show." He pauses and then adds. "At 
least after they get a look at me."

I believe him!

"You ever been to a male strip joint?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "Sort of."

"What do you mean, 'sort of?'"

"I've never been to a club," I explain. "But I've seen 
male strippers before, like at bachlorette parties, you 
know?"

"Boy do I know!" He rolls his eyes. "I used to do those 
things myself, but not any more. Too dangerous with all 
those drunk and horny woman around. They get one look at 
me and... Well, they nearly raped me a few times!"

A shiver goes through my body as I think about this. I 
wonder how "nearly" they got. I wouldn't mind raping him 
myself.

"Sorry if this embarrasses you," He must notice my 
reaction. "Maybe I should just go back and sit down."

"No," I don't want him to leave. "I was just thinking 
back to the bachlorette party." I lie. I find myself 
actually enjoying our conversation and want him stay, and 
it's not just because of his long dong - at least I don't 
think so. I think it's because I'm getting used to him. 
He's a good conversationalist. He actually seems to be an 
intelligent, nice guy - or maybe it is just because of 
his long dong.

"I suppose a Nurse doesn't need to go to strip joints," 
He thankfully decides to stay. "You see nudity all the 
time in the office." 

I laugh. "I suppose that could be part of it." I notice 
he again mistakes me for a nurse, but again, I don't 
bother to correct him.

"Sort of like a male gynecologist going to a strip 
joint," He comments. "The guy probably gets sick of 
looking at it after a while.

I laugh some more. He's actually quite funny.

"That might be true," I decide to tell him about me not 
being a nurse. "But I should probably tell you that I'm 
not..."

Doctor Polichvich cuts me off in mid-sentence.

"Mrs. Alvery is done," I hear the Doctor behind me. I 
never heard her approach. I wonder how much of our 
conversation she overheard, and I especially wonder if 
she heard the part about me being a nurse.

"She's getting dressed right now and will be out in a 
minute."

Susan hands me the clipboard and chart, which I take to 
be filed. Meanwhile, Jonathan backs away and now sits 
down.

"That him?" She takes a quick glance out the window.

"Sure is!" I tell her.

"Very nice," She takes an interest. "Very nice indeed. 
And did you ask him?"

I know exactly what she wants to know.

"Under the comments section," I hand her his chart; the 
chart I printed out earlier.

"Really!" She takes one look at the paper and then 
another look back out to the waiting room.

"At least that's what he said."

"No wonder you were talking to him. Got a date yet?"

I grow red with embarrassment.

Susan smiles and then proceeds to call him in. "Mr. 
Demetres," She opens the door to the waiting room and 
speaks to the patient directly. She never does this with 
any of her regular patients. "I am ready to see you now, 
if you would like to come in?"

"Thank you very much," I notice Doctor Polichvich even 
holds the door open for him. "I hope this isn't too much 
of a bother for you. Martha already told me that you 
usually close at five."

"No problem at all," She winks at me. "My only problem is 
that the other two nurses need to leave at 5:00, so I 
will require Nurse Martha to assist me."

She winks at me behind his back, so he doesn't see. I 
distinctly notice her use of the title "Nurse." 
Obviously, she overheard our conversation. I don't know 
what to do.

"Go with Jonathan into Exam Two," Susan comes to my 
rescue. "Show him the room. I will join you in a minute, 
just as soon as I show Mrs. Alvery to the door."

I automatically get up. I still don't know what to do, 
but I know how to follow orders. 

"This way," I walk past him to open the door to the 
second examination room. Normally, this is as far as I 
go. I lead patients to the room and then allow the nurses 
take over. But for this patient...

"She seems kind-of strict," Jonathan comments as I follow 
him inside. "Must be difficult to work for."

"Not really," I defend the doctor. "Actually, she's quite 
nice after you get to know her."

We talk for the few minutes it takes for Susan to finish 
up with Mrs. Alvery. She seems to be taking an abnormally 
long time, but I don't mind. I like talking to Jonathan. 
Besides, it gives me the opportunity to take the 
occasional glance at his crotch. It looks more swollen 
than most men, but it's hard to tell.

He sits down on the examination table. I remain standing 
and try to look busy by going through some of the 
overhead cabinets. I have no idea what I'm doing. I just 
try to make it look like I am a nurse doing a routine 
check to make sure everything is in its proper place.

"I'm a little nervous," He admits. "I don't know what to 
expect. I've never been to a woman doctor before."

"That shouldn't make any difference," I tell him, feeling 
a little nervous myself. "A doctor is a doctor."

"I know," He agrees. "I guess I'm just a little worried 
she might want to examine me and ask me to undress."

I hope she does, but I keep the thought to myself. "I 
assume she just wants to talk to you."

"That's what I figured," This seems to relieve him. "But 
then why did she ask you to join us?"

I turn to face him. "Actually," I decide to be honest. 
"That's a good question. I've been wondering the same 
thing myself."

Just then, Susan enters.

"I forgot to introduce myself earlier," She holds out her 
hand. "I'm Doctor Polichvich and I understand you are 
Jonathan Demetres."

They shake.

"I hope you don't mind if Nurse Martha joins us," She
glances at me. "She's new and you are an usual case. 
I hope I can use this as a teaching opportunity."

"Not at all," Jonathan accepts. "I was just telling 
Martha that I'm a bit nervous. I think it might actually 
calm me down if she stays."

He smiles at me.

I try to smile back.

"Now there's absolutely nothing to be nervous about," 
Susan wheels out a short stool. She sits and wheels it 
over closer to him. "Now, I understand you want to 
enquire about penis reduction surgery."

"Does such a thing even exist?" He quickly asks.

"Of course," Susan answers. "You ever hear of sex change 
operations? They can make it shorter or even take it 
completely off if you want."

Jonathan laughs. "Oh no! I don't want to go that far!"

Susan laughs along with him. "I didn't think so, but I 
must warn you that the operation is very rare. And the 
more rare the operation, the more risk it entails. No 
operation is completely risk free, and there's always 
some danger."

Jonathan nods.

"And it is also expensive and only a few doctors are 
capable of performing such an operation," She goes on. "I 
can give you some names and references, but first I'd 
like to ask some question. I'd like to know exactly why 
you want this surgery? I mean most men would do most 
anything to get it lengthened."

"Lots of reasons," He quickly answers. "I suspect it's 
not much different than a woman blessed with big boobs. 
It's very desirable at first, but as I've gotten 
older..."

I notice him glance at me as he says this. I wonder if it 
is a random glance or if he notices my big chest. In 
either case, I know exactly what he means.

"Basically, let me just say that mine is a little too 
big," He goes on. "It's gotten me a lot of attention over 
the years. It certainly brings in big tips at the club, 
especially when you're the star attraction," He speaks 
proudly. "But I think I'm ready for something a little 
shorter."

"Exactly how short?"

"Well," Jonathan thinks. "The way I figure it, most women 
are accustomed to 6-inch cocks and they think 7 or 8-
inches is a lucky catch, so I figure 9 would be just 
about right."

Susan thinks about it too. "That's logical. What do you 
say Martha?"

I think my heart skips a beat at the sound of my name. So 
far I've been a passive observer; observing mostly his 
crotch. I realize Susan wants me to express my opinion. 
"Um, yea, I guess so," I answer shyly. I feel embarrassed 
at having to give my opinion on male cock size.

"And there's a second reason why I would like it 
shortened too," Jonathan rescues me - but only 
temporarily. "This is a little more personal, but I want 
it for better sex."

"Better sex?" Susan sits up. "Why do you say that?"

"Because some women can't take 12-inches," He explains.

I think I gasp. Luckily he doesn't hear me - or maybe he 
ignores me.

"Most women can, but it's difficult," He continues 
without a pause. "It's a tight fit and I always hit 
virgin territory, but most of them can take all of it 
just fine."

The mention of virgin territory sends a shiver up my 
spine.

"But the point is that some can't. Sometimes I'm too 
wide. I just can't open their cunts far enough to 
accommodate my size. And sometimes I hurt them because I 
go in too deep. Their twats just aren't deep enough. It 
usually happens to the short or the petite ones, you 
know, girls sort-of like Martha."

I gasp at the sound of my name, and then I gasp again at 
what he just said about girls like me. I realize my heart 
again races, just like it did back in my office when he 
first told me his size.

"Excuse my language," He apologizes. "Maybe I shouldn't 
use the words 'cunt' and 'twat'."

"That's perfectly all right," Susan accepts. "It's not 
exactly the correct medical terminology, but you are in a 
Doctor's office. Use whatever you are comfortable with."

He nods.

"So what you're saying," Susan summarizes. "Is that if 
you were suddenly given the opportunity, for example, to 
have sex with Martha right now, you may not be able 
because of your tremendous size."

"That's about right," He looks at me and nods again. "Her 
cunt might be too tight to penetrate or her twat too 
shallow for me to screw in my full length."

I step back to the wall in defense of myself.

"And what makes it especially frustrating," He continues. 
"...Is that I often find myself attracted to shorter 
girls. I would really like to get to know someone like 
Martha a lot better, but when you're unable to have sex 
it can be a little difficult on the relationship."

I am about ready to fall over and faint. A cold sweat 
hits me in the face. My heart races like I have just run 
a mile.

 "Your reasoning sounds very logical," Susan stands up 
from her chair. "I can tell you've thought a lot about 
this."

"I have!" He agrees.

"Then let's go on to the second part of the examination," 
She nods. "It just so happens that I've had some training 
in this area back in medical school. Although I've never 
performed the operation and I am not qualified to do so, 
I would like to take a look for myself to make sure there 
aren't any redeeming features that might prevent you from 
having this operation. The nearest facility I am aware of 
is in Chicago, and I would hate to send you all the way 
to Chicago for nothing."

He nods. "Sounds reasonable."

"So if you don't mind getting undressed and giving your 
clothing to Martha," She smiles at me. "And Martha, if 
you could stay with Jonathan and get me when he is 
ready."

I stand in a complete state of shock. Did I hear her 
right? Am I imagining things? I feel as though I am in a 
dream. According to Susan, I am supposed to stay in the 
room while he undresses. I can't believe this is 
happening.

Before I can object, Susan leaves and Jonathan begins to 
undress. He starts with his shirt.

"You were right," He tells me. "She is very nice."

I realize he refers to Susan, but I quickly forget about 
Susan. He takes off his shirt and hands it to me. I am 
awestruck. The guy is a complete hunk. His chest looks 
hard as a rock. His arms are about as wide as my calves. 
He's got muscle all over. I picture him as one of those 
shirtless construction workers spending all day running a 
jackhammer.

My head tells me to leave. This doesn't seem right. I 
should not be in the room with a patient when he 
undresses, especially a male patient and especially 
considering I'm not even a nurse! But another part of me 
refuses to go. I know what part speaks loudest. I start 
to feel it in my cunt - my tight cunt, if I am to believe 
Jonathan.

He removes his shoes and socks next, and then he starts 
unbuckling his pants. I accept each item after he removes 
it, first holding his shoes in my hands and then 
extending my arms so he can deposit his clothing like a 
worshipping subject to his queen.

"Where did you work before you worked here?" He attempts 
idle conversation.

"A dentist office," I can hardly speak as I watch his 
zipper lower and his slacks split in two.

"I didn't know that dentists hired nurses," He says in 
surprise. "I thought they used dental hygienists."

I remember my cover and the lie I told him about being a 
nurse. Well, actually, I never did lie to him at all - at 
least not yet, but I'm about to. As he pulls down his 
pants and displays the sexiest set of black bikini briefs 
I have ever seen, I can't help it. The large bulge in the 
center of his briefs forces me.

"Most are, some not," I lie. "Some dentists like to keep 
at least one regular nurse in the office just in case 
something unusual..."

I can't speak. He uncovers it. It hangs down further than 
my last boyfriend's pointed up. The thing looks to be at 
least 8-inches long, and it's still flaccid! I am in dick 
heaven. I realize Jonathan didn't exaggerate. He's hung 
like a horse!

"That makes sense," He replies as though nothing is out 
of the ordinary. "I guess you never know when someone in 
the Dentist office might have an allergic reaction or a 
heart attack or something."

"...Or something," I speak drearily.

He places his black briefs on top of the rest of the 
clothing I hold in my hands.

I can't move. I stand in place, mesmerized. I look right 
at his equipment and am amazed. He's got the biggest dick 
I have ever seen, even better than in any magazine or x-
rated movie. He is long, uncircumcised; with a thick 
mushroom on the top. And the rest of his naked body is 
terrific too. He's the sexiest guy I've ever laid eyes 
on.

"You like it?" His question interrupts my thoughts.

"I'm sorry," I suddenly feel tremendously embarrassed. I 
shake my head and return back to reality. "Sorry, I 
didn't mean to look." I try to leave the room.

"That's okay," He smiles back at me. "Remember, I work in 
a strip joint. I'm used to women looking."

He smiles at me, and I suppose I smile back. I'm not 
sure. I'm not sure if I'm still alive! I take a deep 
breath and attempt to calm down.

"I suppose I better get Doctor Polichvich," I briefly 
turn to him and look again.

"Fine," He says simply. "I'll be waiting."

I clumsily open the door and leave, but at the last 
moment I take a last look at him as though to make a 
check on reality.

* * * * *

"Well?" Susan asks the moment I enter.

I realize I still hold his clothing in my hands. I 
realized it just after I left the examination room. I 
don't know why I took them and why I still hold them, but 
I can't very well turn around and return them now. 
Instead, I step into the second examination room to find 
a place to lay them down. I see Susan with a chair pulled 
up to the examination table, sorting through a pile of 
paper.

"Well?" She asks again. "Did he exaggerate or not? Is he 
really as big as he says he is?"

I am unable to speak.

By the look on Susan's face, I think I already have the 
answer.

She takes his clothing from me. And then, to my complete 
amazement, she drops them into the trashcan.

"What...?" I start to say.

"We better get back to complete the examination," She 
interrupts.

"We?" I question, distinctly noticing the way she uses 
the term for both of us.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," She leads the 
way out. "But I figure you deserve a reward. You've 
worked for me six weeks now and you're the best 
receptionist I ever had. Consider this kind-of like a 
bonus."

She holds the door open.

I consider her offer. She gives me second thoughts, but I 
quickly dismiss them.

The choice is clear.

* * * * *

We enter the examination room with Susan in the lead.

"What do we have here?" She calmly speaks as she looks up 
and down his naked body - mostly down.

Jonathan stands and looks down along with her. "Now you 
can see what I mean." 

"Yes, I can see why you might be interested it getting it 
shortened!"

She looks right at it, speaking very professionally, like 
a doctor to a normal patient. I can't believe how calm 
she can be around such a long prick.

I, meanwhile, almost stumble when I see it again. It 
looks even longer than when I left.

"How about you lay down so I can get a better look," She 
tells him. "And Martha, step on over to the opposite side 
of the table so you can observe."

He obeys like a puppy to its master. I can't believe the 
way he also remains so calm. I think the room must be 
about a hundred degrees.

With me standing on one side of the examination table and 
Susan on the other, she picks up his dick and fondles it 
in her hand. She raises the head and places the length 
down on his stomach. I notice it extends beyond his 
belly-button - and it's still soft!

"Looks to be about eight or nine inches in its flaccid 
state," She speaks as she looks at it. "I don't see any 
obvious problems. No defects that I can notice."

Neither do I!

"You always use protection?" She questions. "I mean with 
intercourse. Do you always use protection?"

"Most of the time," He answers.

"That's not good enough!" Susan scolds. I notice she 
gives his dick a little squeeze as she says it to 
emphasize the point.

"Don't worry," He assures her. "I know I guy who got aids 
because he screwed around a lot - or at least I used to 
know him. Died about a year ago. We used to work together 
at various strip joints, and every night we would each 
take home a different woman. It was really wild back 
then." He laughs.

"What about now?" Susan questions. "How many partners do 
you have in a typical month?" 

"That's the thing!" He answers. "After seeing what he 
went through, I stopped sleeping around. Stopped sleeping 
with strangers every night - or at least I mostly 
stopped."

A brief wave of sorrow passes through me. I feel sorry 
for all the women who will never get the opportunity to 
experience his substantial bulk - especially myself.

"So you are now a one woman man?" Susan asks.

"Well, not quite one," He laughs. "Actually, it's three. 
I have three girlfriends that I fuck on a regular basis - 
or I should say that I have sexual intercourse with three 
women on a regular basis. I suppose I shouldn't use that 
word, 'fuck,' in a Doctor's office?"

"Don't worry about it," Susan shrugs it off. "It's not as 
though I never heard it before."

"Anyway," He continues. "I don't much worry about condoms 
with my girlfriends. They don't sleep around with other 
men. They don't need to, you know. After I get done with 
them, they don't need anyone else."

I have no trouble believing this.

"But once in a while I'll pick up some cute, hot little 
thing," I notice his eyes glance at me. "Maybe once a 
week I'll notice someone in the audience or maybe meet 
them around town, but I always use a condom when I'm with 
someone I don't know. I'm very good about that. I don't 
want to end up like my friend."

Susan nods.

"I also get HIV tested on a regular basis," He adds. "The 
club requires it because many of the younger guys still 
sleep around, and I'm sure most of it is without 
protection. They're idiots!"

Susan nods.

Through all of this, she continues to fondle his cock. 
She first moves it to one side and then points it to the 
other. I see her stretch it upwards as though to gage how 
long it must be in a fuller state, and then she allows it 
to relax and flop back down again. A few times she even 
takes a closer look by lowering her eyes. I half-expect 
her tongue to lurch out and lick it - I know I would, 
given the opportunity.

I can't believe how professional Susan remains as she 
fondles him. I also can't believe how calm Jonathan is. I 
mean, if he was any of my old boyfriends, his cock would 
have sprang to attention at the first touch.

"Now don't jump," Susan warns. "But I need to check your 
testicles also."

He does not jump at all. Susan lowers her hand and takes 
hold of his balls. She takes each of his nuts in her hand 
and gently feels them all around.

"And I don't notice any obvious problems down here 
either," She continues to feel. "No obvious lumps or 
abnormalities that I can detect, but if you don't mind me 
asking, about how many times per month would you say you 
have intercourse?"

"Just about every night!" He answers succinctly. "Given 
my size and with three girlfriends, I'm in high demand."

"Good," Susan acknowledges. "Because I notice your 
testicles feel larger and more swollen than normal. 
That's probably because of their frequent use."

"Yea," Jonathan agrees. "They get milked on a regular 
basis."

I almost faint. I mean, I've heard the term "milked" 
before, but never in relation to a man's nuts. But then I 
realize the term is actually quite accurate. In effect, 
the nuts of a man are milked every time he has 
intercourse. He even produces a milk-like liquid. I just 
never thought of it quite that way before. I can't help 
but want to milk on Jonathan.

Susan finally removes her hand completely from his body. 
It is only at this point that I realize she never 
bothered to put on gloves. Normally, a doctor is supposed 
to wear gloves whenever she examines a patient, but I 
notice Susan used her bare hand.

"I'm sure I already know the answer to this," She is not 
quite done yet. "But I have to ask it anyway. Have you 
ever had any trouble with sensation?" 

"Sensation?" He questions her meaning.

"Have you ever had any trouble getting it hard?" She 
rephrases.

"Of course not!" He answers.

"Not even for a short time? Not even temporarily, like 
after a particularly intense masturbation session, for 
example?"

"Never!" He answers again.

"That's good!" She concludes. "The reason I ask is 
because of nerve damage. It's important to check for 
nerve damage."

"I don't think I have any nerve damage," He says. "My 
cock operates just fine."

"I'm glad to hear that," Susan lets out a slight chuckle 
at this. "That's all I have for now, except there is one 
more thing I can check if you want."

She backs away, and Jonathan stands up. He stands with 
his back facing me. This is a bit of a disappointment for 
a moment, but then I notice his ass. He's got a great 
ass. Not as impressive as his cock, of course, but I've 
always found myself attracted to a tight, firm ass.

"This may be a bit embarrassing for you," I hear Susan 
speak to him as I continue to admire his buns. "The 
decision, therefore, will be left totally up to you. If 
you want to leave right now, you may, but there is one 
other aspect of your penis that I would like to check."

"What is it?" He asks curiously.

I am curious too. Susan seems to have checked just about 
everything she possibly can check on his cock.

"I'm afraid that in order for me to do a full 
examination, I need to check one more thing," She says. 
"Before I can fully access the impact of an operation, I 
really should check your cock when it is in its full 
state."

I stumble. My knees give out. I fall back against the 
counter and use it as a brace to prop me up before I fall 
completely to the floor.

"Please Martha," Susan scolds me. "Be careful. I know the 
floor is a little wet and slick back there. You have to 
be careful."

I gather myself back up again. "Sorry," I apologize. 
Luckily, Jonathan didn't see me.

Without missing a beat, Susan returns to the naked 
patient before her. "It's totally up to you, but if you 
would like a complete examination prior to going all the 
way to Chicago, I have no trouble giving you one."

Jonathan thinks about it. It looks as though he thinks 
about it very hard.

"What about Martha?" He asks about me.

"What about Martha?" Susan questions back. "Do you want 
her to leave?"

"No," He says to my amazement! "Actually, I'd like her to 
stay, if you don't mind? I'm getting nervous again. She's 
good at keeping me calm."

It's a lucky thing I hold onto the cupboard behind me, 
else I would have been sure to fall down again.

"That's fine," Susan smiles at me. And then, still 
looking at me, she continues talking to Jonathan. "In 
fact, if you want, she can help you out. Most doctor's 
offices have erotic photographs and magazines to help the 
male become erect, but we don't need much of that here." 

She laughs and smiles at me.

"So if you want, you can use Martha instead." Her smile 
becomes even bigger. "Martha, why don't you help Jonathan 
out by taking off your blouse?"

"What?" I can't help but voice out loud.

"You heard me! Go ahead and take off your blouse," Susan 
repeats. "Just unbutton your blouse and show yourself in 
a bra. It's no big deal! Jonathan's already taken off all 
his clothing, I'm only asking you to take off your 
blouse. And then come back to get me when he is ready."

* * * * *

By the time I return to reality, I find myself alone with 
Jonathan. I don't remember Susan leaving. It is as though 
I passed out and then woke up again a few seconds later.

"Too bad you don't have any erotic magazines lying 
around," He speaks to me. "I wouldn't mind paging through 
the latest issue of Playboy, but you're beautiful enough 
to star in one."

He smiles at me. 

I think I smile back. Maybe I blush. I don't know. All I 
think about is his cock.

I glance down at it. It looks great in the flaccid state, 
and then I think about how much better it will look 
hardened. I have the opportunity to see 12-inches of male 
flesh. All I have to do is take off my blouse. I just 
have to show him my bra. It seems like a small price to 
pay, I mean, considering...

My fingers move up to unbutton the top button of my 
uniform. Then they continue down to the second. I notice 
when I reach cleavage. I notice it in the reaction of his 
cock. It twitches.

"Oh!" I let out a shrill.

The buttons on my blouse continue to uncouple. My top 
opens. Glancing down, I see the heavy cleavage from my 
own tits. Looking forward, I see the affect on Jonathan's 
cock. It still points down, but it is definitely longer 
than before.

"Very nice," He compliments. "Better than any erotic 
magazine."

"Very nice," I want to say myself, but don't. I remain 
quite and only look. He elongates to 8 and then maybe 9-
inches in length, and then it starts to rise. He stands 
up against the table and faces me at an angle. He stands 
at the perfect angle to show off his size, which makes me 
wonder if he does so on purpose.

"Oh," I let out another shrill.

"Very nice," Jonathan compliments again.

His soft pecker grows into a giant cock, and then it 
continues to grow into a monster. It springs up quickly 
and soon points straight out of his body. And it not only 
grows longer, but it inflates wider too. My suspicion 
about long cocks needing a wide support is true. The 
sacrifice of my blouse is well worth the effort.

I reach the last button and open the blouse. I pull back 
the curtain to show him the performance behind the stage.

"Wow!" Jonathan speaks. "Very, very nice! You really have 
some whoppers!"

"So do you!" I catch myself saying out loud.

He looks down on himself. "Yes, I guess I do!" He speaks 
proudly. "Look at what you're doing to me."

I do look! I look right at it! His cock rises from 
horizontal to vertical. And it continues to grow ever 
longer and thicker at the same time. The thing is truly a 
monster! It's bigger than my biggest dildo. There is no 
way I would be able to accept such a big man. I stare 
directly at it as I peal back my blouse and slip it down 
off my shoulders.

"Do you like it?" He questions.

"Oh yes!" I speak with more enthusiasm than I intend. "I 
mean, yes! It's a little big."

"A little big?" He questions. "What does that mean?"

I take a deep breath. "I mean it's big," I speak shyly. 
"It's as big as you said it was."

His cock really does look to be about 12-inches long. I 
can't believe it! I am looking at a full 12-inches of 
male flesh. And not only long, but so wide too! I'm sure 
there is no way I could accept such a monster. Like he 
already voiced, I don't think I could open my cunt enough 
to accept it. And then I think about the depth and all 
the virgin territory he would be sure to reach.

"Well, I like yours too," He tells me. "Something about 
short girls with big tits really turns me on. You have a 
very nice set of tits. What are they, double Ds?"

I nod my head.

"You already know my size," He tells me anyway. "12 long 
inches in case you forgot."

"I didn't forget." I don't think I will ever forget. I 
wish I could take a picture and preserve the image for a 
lifetime. I can't believe I'm actually looking at such a 
gifted man. I mean it would be one thing to see a picture 
of him in a magazine, but I'm getting a live performance.

"Do you now understand why I want it shortened?" He 
questions as he looks upon it himself. "It's just too big 
to fit in many women. It splits their pussies apart too 
wide. It dives into their cunts too deep. My cock is just 
too big for most women to hold."

His words make me hot with desire. I feel a tremendous 
temptation to finger myself. I want to slip down my 
slacks and slip my fingers into my pussy. God, I am so 
wet!

"Give me your professional opinion Martha," He turns to 
give me more of a side profile. "As a nurse but also as a 
woman, would you recommend I go through with the 
surgery?"

I shake my head.

"Why not?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Tell me! Why not?" He wants me to say it. "Try to talk 
me out of having the operation."

I shrug my shoulders again, but then speak. I figure I 
owe it to every woman on the planet. I speak for them. I 
have to try my best to talk him out of paring down such a 
magnificent length of male organ.

"You can't," I tell him. "You simply can't! It's too, 
it's too..." I have a hard time saying it. "It's too sexy 
to make smaller!" I blurt out.

"Why, thank you!" Jonathan accepts this compliment. "I'm 
glad you like it!"

"I do!" I almost yell at him. "God I love it!"

I can't believe I have just said this. I just told a man, 
a near stranger, that I loved his cock. "I'm sorry," I 
tried to pull the words back into my mouth. "I shouldn't 
have said that! I should be more professional. I've got 
to focus on my job as a nurse!" 

He laughs at me. "That's all right Martha," He speaks 
calmly. "I'm used to it. Lot's of girls have the same 
reaction, especially when it starts to penetrate."

It looks even longer and wider when he models himself 
from the side. I can't help but stare at the monster. I 
want so much to run home and play with my dildo. 

"Are you still going to get the doctor?" He brings me 
back to reality. "I believe the Doctor said that she 
wanted you to fetch her as soon as you got me full."

"Yes," I agree. "Susan! The Doctor!"

"Yes, the doctor," He prompts me. "You remember her, 
don't you?"

I almost forgot about Doctor Polichvich. "I better! I'll 
be right back."

I slip my way past him, past Jonathan - and past his 
magnificent erection.

* * * * *

"Well is he?" Doctor Susan Polichvich asks me with a big 
smile on her face. "Were you successful?"

"Oh yes!" I nod.

"And did you have any problems bringing him to erection?"

"None!" I shake my head.

Her smile turns even bigger. "And the most important 
question of all," Susan lowers her tone to a whisper. "Is 
he as big as he says?"

I pause for a moment, and then answer in a shrill. "Oh 
Yes!"

She sits in Exam Room 2 going through the same stack of 
papers from the last time I saw her. I notice she's 
almost done, but she doesn't bother to finish.

"In that case," She lays them down. "I think we better 
return to the room and complete the examination."

Again, I distinctly notice her use the word "we." This 
time I have no second thoughts. I can't wait to join her.

* * * * *

"Well, well, well!" Susan voices her own appreciation of 
his size as soon as she walks in. "I see you weren't 
exaggerating, as many men do. Looks as though you are 
quite well endowed indeed."

Jonathan sits on the table. He stands as soon as we 
enter. I distinctly notice his cock sway up and down as 
soon as he jumps off the table. It looks slightly 
flaccid, but he quickly springs back up to a full hard-on 
as soon as I walk in.

"It's exactly how long I said," Jonathan answers. "I 
didn't exaggerate. Do you now see why I am interested in 
getting it reduced?"

"Yes I see," Susan answers him. "You could seriously hurt 
a girl with an organ as big as yours."

Susan looks down on it for several more seconds. Part of 
her cool, calm attitude has left her. I see she has 
trouble keeping up her professional manner, much like I 
do. I wonder if the same thoughts go through her mind as 
my own. And then I wonder if she might be as wet as me.

"Hop on back up here," She pats the table. "Just like 
before. Please lay down."

He does so.

"And Martha, step on over to the opposite side so you 
have a good view."

Doctor Polichvich stands on one side of the examination 
table. I stand on the other. A naked man lies before us. 
His huge, 12-inch long dick sits upright and at attention 
in front of us.

"Let's have a look," She begins simply.

Susan simply grabs it. She does not hesitate, but simply 
takes hold of his member with two fingers and pulls it so 
it points straight up into the air.

Jonathan immediately lets out a moan.

"Are you all right?" She pauses.

"I'm fine," Jonathan answers.

"I see you have no trouble with sensation," She tells 
him. "I don't sense any kind of nerve damage."

"No problem there," He agrees.

"Just don't eject on me," Susan instructs, but then adds 
with a laugh. "Not that I would mind! I'm sure it would 
be quite entertaining to watch a male of your size eject, 
especially with such a swollen set of nuts, but I need 
you to stay full until I am done with the examination."

Jonathan laughs back. "Don't worry! It takes a lot to get 
me off."

"Good," Susan agrees. "Because we can't have you spurting 
all over yourself." And then she adds as an afterthought, 
almost under her breath. "At least not yet, that is."

I can't believe the suggestion Susan just made! I wonder 
if this means we might see him. I suddenly have a 
disturbing thought that an ejection might be part of the 
examination. The thought makes me even wetter.

"Tell me Martha," I hear my name. "How quickly did 
Jonathan elongate? Did he spring to attention or did it 
take a few minutes for him to give you a hard-on?"

I have to take a moment to think about this. "More like 
spring," I decide. "It took him a few seconds, but 
considering his size..."

Susan nods. "No need to explain further." She smiles at 
me.

"And Jonathan," She turns her attention to the big man. 
"Do you always spring to attention without any problems?"

"Almost always," He answers. "Although I think with 
Martha it was a little faster than normal because of her 
chest."

Susan nods again.

Through all of this her fingers remain on his cock. She 
pulls it so it points straight up into the air, and then 
she moves it to either side. She looks at it all over. So 
do I.

At the same time, I notice Jonathan looking up at me. My 
top remains in only a bra, and his eyes remain firmly 
riveted on my big chest. I feel intimidated, but then I 
suppose my intimidation is a lot less than his. I mean he 
lies on an examination table with a hard-on. At least I'm 
partially clothed.

"No obvious defects," Susan declares. "And it certainly 
is in a very hardened state."

In order to test this, she lets go. She pulls his cock 
straight up into the air and lets go to make it slap 
against his belly. The sound of the slapping tube makes 
me even wetter.

"Fetch me a ruler," Susan instructs me next. "It's in the 
top drawer of that cabinet over there," She points. "And 
get me the long one. The six inch simply won't do."

I gasp at her words, knowing, of course, exactly why she 
needs the ruler. I must temporarily take my eyes off his 
hardened member in order to get it, but I relish in the 
knowledge of what I know the ruler will be used for.

"I'm going to do the measuring," Susan takes the 12-inch 
ruler from me. "I need you to hold his cock."

I almost fall over.

"What?" I declare.

"Oh, just hold it!" She chastises me. "It's no big deal. 
Just take Jonathan's gigantic prick and point it straight 
up into the air."

I am hesitant.

"I want to give you a lesson on how to take a man's 
measurements," Susan goes on. "To properly measure the 
length of a man, his cock needs to point straight out of 
his body," She demonstrates. "All I need you to do is to 
pull on his organ so that it points straight up. Point it 
up towards the ceiling while I take his measurements." 
And then she lets go to allow his cock to slap down 
across his stomach once more.

I cautiously reach out. While Susan stands opposite me, I 
cautiously reach out to touch his member. Jonathan lets 
out a moan when I first touch it, as though he is about 
to squirt, but I take hold on anyway. I reach out for his 
long pecker with two of my fingers and pull on it just 
below the head.

The thing feels surprisingly strong and resilient, which 
makes sense, considering its enormous size. I have to 
pull on it quite hard in order to get it to stand 
straight up.

"Now when you measure the length of a male cock," Susan 
holds the ruler along side. "You must position the ruler 
along the top surface of the cock to get the most 
accurate measurement."

I notice his length takes up the entire ruler. Jonathan 
indeed looks to be 12-inches in length. He didn't 
exaggerate. If anything, he looks to be a little longer 
than he said.

"Twelve and about one-eighth," She says. "I'm very 
impressed! Tell me, are all the males in your family just 
as big?"

"I'm the biggest!" He speaks proudly. "But all the males 
in my family are unusually well endowed. I guess it must 
be in the genes."

"It must be," Susan agrees. "Any of them have cock 
reduction surgery?"

"None," Jonathan answers. "At least none that I know of. 
I don't know if any of them would admit it if they did."

Through all of this, I continue to hold Jonathan's 
enormous cock. I hold it near the head by two fingers so 
it points straight up into the air.

"Keep hold," Susan pulls the ruler away but instructs me 
to stay put. "I'll be right back. I just left Jonathan's 
chart in the other room, but I'll be right back."

Unbelievably, she leaves me. I am left holding a 12-inch 
long cock in my fingers. It feels very uncomfortable, 
although at the same time it feels very nice. I am not 
quite sure what to do.

"Want me to let go?" I have to ask him after only a few 
seconds.

"I don't mind," Jonathan shrugs. "The doctor told you to 
keep hold, so I guess you better do as she says!"

"Yes, I better," I want to agree.

"Are you still against me getting the reduction 
operation?" He continues our conversation from earlier. 
"Now that you're touching my cock and can better feel its 
size, have you changed your mind?"

I shake my head.

"Ah, but I bet you would if you had to accept it," He 
gives me an incredibly enticing thought. "I bet you would 
change your mind if the thing was in your pussy instead 
of your hand."

I feel my hand start to shake.

"Tell me Martha, have you ever been fucked by such a 
large prick?"

I moan. I can't believe he's asking me this. Where's 
Doctor Polichvich? It's taking her a long time!

"By the sound of your breathing, I can tell that you 
haven't," Jonathan of course is right. "I bet you would 
change your mind if you had to try to accommodate the 
thing."

My hand shakes even more. My heart races. What is he 
doing? Is he actually inviting me to experience him?

"Perhaps I should allow you to try," I gasp at his words. 
"Of course, it would have to be from a purely medical 
perspective," He adds. "I'm thinking about fucking you in 
order to get your professional opinion of my size and 
your opinion of the potential operation."

I can't believe the words I hear him speak. I feel as 
though I am in a dream.

"Of course, it would be only to get your professional 
medical opinion," He emphases. "It would be like an 
experiment and wouldn't be done for pleasure, although I 
am certain you would feel a great deal of pleasure, 
provided I could split your cunt far enough to accept 
me."

His giant cock feels even longer at the sound of this 
suggestion. It seems to have become more ridged and I 
must hold tighter to keep it pointed straight up. I think 
he makes me an offer, but I'm not totally sure. I'm not 
sure of anything anymore. This is too unbelievable to be 
true.

"Well Martha?" Jonathan questions. "Do you think you 
might be interested, like maybe after we are done here?"

Now I know for certain! He really does want to fuck me! I 
can't believe what is happening.

"Well Martha?" He questions again.

I nod my head and then I shake it back and forth. I don't 
know! This is too much for me. I hold within my fingers 
the 12-inch organ of the most magnificent stud male I 
have ever met, and now he offers to use it on me.

"I better go to see what's keeping her," I have to let go 
of his cock. It is too much for me. As I turn to leave, I 
hear the big thing slap across his stomach.

* * * * *

"Well, it's about time," Susan chastises me when I enter. 
"Hurry up and undress!"

She gathers up her papers from the table and places them 
on the counter. I am not certain if I heard her 
correctly. 

"Well Martha!" She repeats herself. "Get those cloths 
off."

"But I was waiting for you," I tell her. "I thought you 
were supposed to come back into the exam room."

"That was just a ruse," She answers. "I hope you didn't 
mind holding up his erection?"

I blush with embarrassment.

"That's what I thought," Susan knows my answer. "Now 
hurry up and take off the rest of your clothing. We don't 
have a whole lot of time."

I find myself undoing the buckle of my slacks, although 
I'm not sure why. "Why am I undressing?" I ask.

"Well, you do want him, don't you?" Susan speaks the 
obvious. "I know he wants you! I can tell by his cock! 
And I think you want him too."

I suppose I do. I mean any woman would! A woman would 
have to be insane not to want Jonathan - or else a 
lesbian.

My slacks slip down off my waist, and then I sit down to 
take off my shoes and socks. "How much?" I ask. "How much 
am I supposed to take off?"

"Everything!" Susan speaks without emotion.

"Everything?" I question.

"Yes everything! And hurry it up!"

I stand back up in only a bra and panty. I pause, still 
unsure why I am undressing. I don't know what she has in 
mind.

"Trust me!" She sees my reluctance. "Take it all off. You 
will soon understand completely." 

I do what she says, although I still don't know why. I 
slip down my panties, and then I unsnap my bra. The last 
time I undressed in Susan's exam room was as a patient.

"Oh, he's going to love them," Susan looks down upon my 
big tits. "He's going to absolutely love them."

It feels strange to hear another woman compliment me on 
my boobs. I briefly consider covering them with my hands 
or turning away out of shame, but then realize Susan has 
seen plenty of tits before. She's seen more tits than 
most women will ever see.

Then I think about her words. I think of her interesting 
use of the word, "him." The sound gives me a twinge of 
erotic excitement. I wonder what it means. I wonder if it 
is a hint of things to come.

"Now just sit up on the exam table," She turns her eyes 
away and instructs next.

I start to sit.

"Not there," She counters. "Over hear, on the end." She 
points.

I stand back up again and move. I sit my bare rear down 
on the far end of the table.

"And now lie straight back."

Susan helps me. She takes me by the shoulders and gently 
leans me back.

"What's this for?" I question.

"You'll see in a moment," She sooths me.

I soon find myself lying with my back on the table and my 
legs dangling over the side. I instinctively try to 
wiggle myself further up onto the table, but Susan won't 
allow it. With little warning, I feel her on my ankles. 
She grabs them and stops me. She gently pulls up my 
ankles and places them in the stirrups.

"Oh my God!" I cry out. I forgot about the stirrups. They 
make me grow nervous. I suddenly find myself with my legs 
spread open and my ankles held up high. "What is this?" I 
have to question.

She is not done yet. Silently, Susan first adjusts the 
stirrups. She loosens the knob just below the stirrup to 
lift my ankle higher. And then she loosens the knob at 
the base of the table to spread my legs apart further. 
First one leg and then the other, I find myself naked, 
vulnerable, with my legs spread up, open, and wide.

I could get up. I suppose I could have jumped off the 
table at any time. Nothing holds me down, yet I take no 
action. I'm not sure what it is, but I think it is the 
anticipation that holds me down. The thrill keeps me in 
place. I don't know exactly what Susan has planned, but I 
know it will be good.

"Oh, he's going to absolutely love it!" She steps back to 
admire my predicament. "Oh, when he sees those big tits 
of yours! And then when he sees that tight cunt! He's 
going to absolutely love it. Jonathan is going to ravish 
you!"

"What!" I start to rise up out of shock.

"Oh, don't worry!" She pushes my shoulders back down. 
"Don't worry Martha! This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I, I..." I can't speak.

"Just think about it," She tries to calm me. "Just think 
about it Martha! You are soon going to get what every 
woman wants! You are soon going to get the best fuck of 
your life!"

My eyes grow wide. My mouth hangs open. I am in shock. I 
can't believe the words I have just heard uttered from 
Susan's mouth. I think I even let out a moan.

Susan responds with just a laugh. "Come on Martha, I know 
you want it! I could tell when you first showed up back 
at my office. You want Jonathan to fuck you. You want him 
to fuck out your brains!"

I can't speak. I can't do anything. I just stay laying on 
the exam table wide eyed and open mouthed. I can't 
believe what is happening.

"Have fun!" She pats me on the forehead and leaves the 
room.

* * * * *

Susan leaves me lying in Exam Room 2. I am left totally 
naked and totally vulnerable. I do not wear a single 
stitch of clothing anywhere on my body. My big tits lay 
completely exposed. So does my pussy. Even worse, just 
before she left, Susan rotated the table around so my 
gaping cunt now points at the door. It will be the first 
thing he sees when he enters.

I feel incredibly aroused and fantastically embarrassed 
as I listen for him. Susan has left, I know. She told me. 
There is only Jonathan and myself. I hear him first 
walking around in the next room, and then I hear him 
outside in the hallway.

"Hello!" He calls out. "Anyone here?" He questions. "I 
could use some clothing in here!"

I remember that Susan took his clothing. She put it in 
the wastebasket. I see my clothing lies on top of it. I 
realize he walks around the office in the nude. 

"Doctor?" He questions. "Nurse Martha!"

The sound of my name makes me jump. I am surprised he 
remembers it, but then I think of my tits and the reason 
he remembers. I realize Susan is right. He is really 
going to love my tits.

I stop breathing. I hear footsteps outside. They sound 
like bare feet, walking past the door. The only thing I 
can think about is a picture of him walking by the door 
naked, bare, with his great big 12-inch cock pointed out 
at attention.

He walks past the door and in the direction of the 
bathrooms. The sound of footsteps gets lighter and then 
they go away, but then I hear the sound of a squeaking 
door. I realize he is checking the bathrooms. I picture 
him opening the door of the bathroom and calling out for 
the Doctor and me. The sound of my own name again makes 
me jump.

I know it will only be a matter of time before he enters. 
First he will search for the Doctor and me, and then he 
will start to search for the clothing he wore on the way 
in. He will need his clothing in order to leave again, 
and he will soon search for that clothing in this room.

The sound of a second door, probably the woman's 
bathroom, squeaks open.

The door to the examination room, I know, has no lock. It 
will only be a matter of time before he opens the door to 
search the room in which I lay. And when he does open it, 
the first thing he will witness is the sight of my tight 
cunt and the peaks of my naked boobs. I wonder what he 
will think of it. I worry he might turn away out of 
disgust at such a blatantly slut-filled performance, or 
maybe it will make him excited and want to fuck me even 
more. I don't know, but I suspect the latter. The sight 
of my open legs and big tits will be an invitation that 
no man will be able to resist. I grow with anticipation 
at the 12-inch cock that will soon impale me deeper than 
I have ever been fucked before.

The footsteps grow closer. His voice becomes louder. I 
find myself both wanting him to pass the exam room and to 
enter. I don't know what I want any more. I am both 
scared and excited all at the same time. I suddenly have 
a very naughty thought and wonder if my compromising 
position will allow him to see how wet I am.

A knock on the door makes me jump. I think he is about to 
enter.

"Doctor!" He speaks. "Nurse Martha! What's going on 
here?"

I hear the doorknob move. I think the door starts to 
swing open. I don't know for certain because I'm too 
scared to look, but I think the door slowly opens - or 
maybe it's just my imagination. It's hard to tell through 
the rapid beat of my heart. I feel like I am about to 
faint, and then I think maybe my heightened sense of 
arousal plays tricks on me, making me imagine things that 
aren't real.

All grows quite. I don't know what's going on. I figure 
he must have kept on walking down the hall, but then 
realize I didn't hear any footsteps. I wonder if he 
stands just outside, or maybe he simply stands in the 
hallway and waits for us. I don't know...

"Nice," I jump at the sound of his voice very near.

Suddenly, without warning, I realize he looks at me. I 
realize he has opened the door and looks in. I realize a 
grown man admires my exposed cunt, and it's not just any 
man. It's Jonathan, a naked man with a 12-inch dick.

My heart races. My body sweats. I again feel like I am 
about to faint.

"Very nice," He says as if to make sure I heard his 
compliment the first time. "Oh Martha, that's very nice 
indeed!"

I hear the door. Then I hear the sound of his feet step 
in. He does not appear disgusted at my performance. He 
does not turn away. Rather, he seems quite taken by me. I 
realize I have guessed correctly.

"And I especially like those!"

I realize he looks at my naked tits. My eyes remain 
closed. I can't open them. The thought of Jonathan 
staring down at my naked chest is too much for me.

"Wow! They look even bigger than I imagined!"

Now I know for certain.

"They look even bigger than I imagined," He told me. "I 
must say, Martha, you've got an excellent set of tits."

Suddenly, I feel him. Without warning, I feel his hands 
on my chest. He has one hand on each boob. He draws them 
together, lifting them from their flat position and 
forcing them to touch in the center.

Instinctively, I open my eyes and see him. He stands only 
inches away. I see him above me with his hands on my 
tits, giving me a tit massage.

"Ah, that woke you up," He smiles down on me. "You like 
that, don't you?"

I nod my head in agreement.

"And I bet you especially like this!"

He turns his attention to my nipples, placing a finger on 
each, rubbing them, teasing them. I've always had 
sensitive nipples. Now I think they are even more 
sensitive than usual. They are already hard, and they 
grow even harder with the feel of his fingers.

"But I know there's something else you want even more," 
He tempts me as he continues to tease my nipples. "I 
could see it the first time I gave you my size. What do 
you really want Martha?"

I can only moan out in pleasure, knowing the thing he 
refers to.

"Tell me Martha, what do you really want?"

He pulls his hands away from my nipples to reach down to 
his waist. He reaches down for his own cock and plops it 
onto my body as I lay there on the table. The thing is so 
big that it reaches across my arm and hits me in the 
abdomen. It's not quite fully erect, I see, but that 
changes in an instant. Less than ten seconds later his 
giant dick lifts up above my body and points ridged and 
at attention.

"Is this what you want Martha?"

I feel ashamed to say it, but then I say it anyway. I am 
willing to say anything for the opportunity to have it.

"Your cock!" I tell him. "I want your cock!"

He lets out a laugh. "That's what I thought! That's what 
every woman wants, and soon you shall have it."

I let out a moan of pleasure. Finally, I know. He's 
actually going to fuck me with it. I can't wait.

"But not quite yet," My pleasure turns to disappointment. 
He backs away, turns to the far end of the table, and 
positions himself between my legs.

"I first need to play doctor!"

"Oh fuck!" I nearly yell out in delight!

His head lowers and soon disappears. It disappears 
between my legs. I don't know where it goes at first, but 
then I feel it. He starts quickly and with little 
warning. Suddenly, I feel his tongue against my open 
pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I cry again, not quite believing what is 
happening. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I wiggle on the table as I 
realize Jonathan wants to first eat me out.

He doesn't start slow or tease me first. He doesn't 
hesitate or allow me to rest. Instead, he dives into my 
pussy like a hungry tiger. He eats me out. He ravages me! 
It's the best oral sex I've ever experienced.

"Oh fuck!" He's good! I feel his lips between my legs. I 
feel his tongue run up and down my slit.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He's really good!

He knows how to do it just right! His mouth dives in as 
though it is the first cunt he's eaten in months. His 
hands take hold of my hips to allow his tongue to probe 
deeper.

"Oh fuck!" It feels so good!

He goes on and on. He eats me out more and more. I do not 
know how long he uses my pussy. I only know that I love 
it. He does not stop. He does not pause. I feel myself 
become hotter and wetter with anticipation. I've never 
been eaten out like this before. Oral sex yes, but never 
ravaged like this. Jonathan is an expert when it comes to 
sex. I've read about women who have orgasms from oral 
sex. I never believed it to be true, but now I think I am 
about to.

"No!" I cry out when he pulls away. "Please," I discover 
I am panting. "Don't stop!"

I want to tell him how close I am. I want him to give me 
an orgasm with his tongue. But before he does, he pulls 
out to show me.

"You want more?" He questions. "Or would you rather 
change to this?"

I look to the side to see him. He stands along the wall, 
his giant cock in his hand. He's done such an expert job 
at eating me out that I almost forgot about his big cock, 
but not quite. He holds the big thing in its natural, 
erect position. And then he lets go and it stays in the 
same position. Pre-cum glistens off its surface. It looks 
to be soaked in its own juices. I see he is wet with 
desire.

"I want it," I tell him simply.

"And what is it that you want?" He steps closer.

"I want to change to your cock," I say directly. "I want 
you to fuck me!"

He steps closer still. He walks over and repositions 
himself between my legs. This time he does not kneel 
down. He remains standing, his cock at the same level as 
my pussy.

"But you might be too tight!" He warns. "What if your 
pussy is too tight to accept me?"

"Fuck me anyway!" I cry out. "Just fuck me!" I no longer 
care about anything else. I'm desperate for an orgasm. 
I'm desperate to feel his long cock deep inside me.

He steps closer still. I suddenly feel the tip of his big 
cock upon me.

"Oh fuck!" I have to cry out.

He pushes it in, but he does not push it in right away. 
Instead, he teases me with it. He plays his cock upon the 
tight slit of my pussy.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I cry out louder.

He reaches forward. Jonathan bends his body forward and 
reaches for my tits. He places an open palm upon each 
breast as the tip of his cock starts to enter me.

"Ah, nice!" He concentrates on my nipples. "Oh Martha, 
what big tits you have!"

I briefly think about telling him what a big cock he has, 
but then I realize he already knows. He knows exactly how 
big he is. So do I. Clearly, the thing is big. He feels 
really wide. He stretches me open further than I have 
ever been stretched before.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I continue to cry out as his probe 
pushes inside.

"Tell me if you feel pain," He warns seriously. "I'm not 
kidding! I don't want to hurt you."

"No pain! No pain!" I pant. "Oh fuck, it feels great!"

It is the truth. I do not feel any pain at all. All I 
feel is pleasure. I feel the top of his cock spread me 
open, and then the rod of his shaft push inside me. I 
curse all the women who have ever told me that size 
didn't matter. Obviously, none of them ever had any. They 
never had Jonathan!

"Holy fuck you are big!" I tell him.

He slips inside me, further and further inside. I feel 
every inch of his cock as it slowly penetrates. I wish he 
would just jab it in and fuck me, but my position gives 
me little choice. Jonathan is in complete control.

His hands move off my tits. They move down to my waist 
and pull me back to my original position at the edge of 
the table. I realize that I slipped forward. The force of 
his cock pushed my entire body forward on the table. My 
feet almost slipped out of the stirrups. Quickly, 
Jonathan takes me by the waist and pulls me back to my 
original position. He positions me at the edge of the 
table where I can receive maximum penetration.

He slips it further and further inside, deeper and deeper 
he goes. I have never been taken so deep before. I have 
never been penetrated so far. It feels great!

"Oh fuck Jonathan!" I have to tell him. "You feel great!"

I can't wait for him to start pumping. I can't stop 
thinking about how much better it will feel when he 
starts fucking. He's still on his first stroke. In fact, 
he hasn't even given me a half-stroke yet! I can't 
imagine how I will feel after a dozen or maybe two.

"Very good!" Jonathan compliments my body. "That's almost 
all! I think you're going to take it!"

He is really deep. I don't know how much further he has 
to go. All I know is that I haven't felt his thighs yet, 
which means he has at least several more inches. Already, 
I can tell he is deeper than any man has ever gone 
before. It is like having my virginity taken away all 
over again.

"Only a little more," He compliments again. "Oh Martha, 
you are very deep."

"Holy fuck!" I have to say in reply. "Oh God, you're so 
deep!"

I suddenly feel him against my open thighs. Almost there, 
I think to myself. I realize he has only an inch or maybe 
two to go.

With one final thrust and a deep grunt, he shoves it all 
the way in. His body presses tight against my open 
thighs. I have taken him all. I have taken a full 12-
inches of the most massive cock that I have ever seen.

And then he starts. He gives me only a second to 
contemplate the big thing deep inside me, and then he 
starts pumping.

"Oh fuck!" I nearly scream as he quickly pulls it about 
half the distance out.

"Oh fuck!" I yell out in a high pitch squeal as he pushes 
it all the way back in again.

I can hardly stand it. I think it goes in even deeper the 
second time as the first. I nearly have an orgasm, and 
this is only his first stroke. His tongue already made me 
hot. Now his cock makes me boil over.

"Are you all right?" He stops to question with it shoved 
all the way inside.

"Oh yes!" I cry out in a high-pitched squeal. "I'm 
terrific!" I realize my yelling has frightened him.

"Good!" I reply happily. "Because I like a screamer!"

And then he does it again. And then he does it yet again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I yell out as he starts to fuck me. 
I've never before been called a screamer, but then I 
never before was given the opportunity. I find I like the 
title.

Very quickly I feel an orgasm approach. His oral sex 
already brought me close. Now his cock quickly pushes me 
over the edge.

"Oh God! Oh God Jonathan!" I cry out after only about a 
dozen strokes. "Oh my pussy! Oh, you don't know what 
you're doing to my pussy!"

And then I do it. I orgasm!

Jonathan stops when I scream out. He stops with it shoved 
all the way inside.

"Oh, oh, fuck!" My entire body spasms with the release. 
It is the most intense orgasm of my life. It is also the 
quickest. I think the big cock inside me further 
amplifies the effect.

"You most definitely are a screamer," Jonathan 
compliments my reaction. "We'll have to try that again."

He does not give me time to rest. Quickly, he starts up 
again. He starts fucking me once more. He fucks me hard 
and he fucks me long. In and out! In and out! He fucks me 
again and again.

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Jonathan gives me a second orgasm in the laying position, 
and then he turns me over to give me my third orgasm 
doggy style. I don't know how long we fucked, but it was 
a long while. I awake after a deep and restful sleep. I 
awake while lying on the examination table.

The room is dark and I don't know where I am for a 
moment. I do know, however, what has happened. I can feel 
it from between my legs. My cunt feels like it has just 
been fucked by a giant. It feels so open and so used. I 
wonder if a normal sized man will ever satisfy me again.

Stumbling, I slip myself down from the examination table 
and try to stand. My legs feel weak. I am unable to bring 
them together. Walking bowlegged, I fumble for the light 
switch and turn it on.

What a mess! Cum on the table. Cum on my tits. I've never 
seen a man cum so much in my life! Jonathan refused to 
cum inside me. Even after I assured him it was all right, 
he still refused. Instead, he asked me to do him with my 
hands. He asked me to jerk him off with my hands and 
mouth.

I'm not one to refuse a request from such a big man, so I 
quickly took him up on his offer and jerked him off.

I think I even see cum stains sticking to the ceiling.

I also see a note. It is taped to the door and signed by 
Jonathan. I see it is written in some of the neatest 
handwriting I have ever seen.

"You have my number. Call anytime," It notes simply.

I can hardly believe my luck. I've got a boyfriend with a 
12-inch cock.

	The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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