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Mrs. Gullible
by Short Skirt (wendellhenderson@hotmail.com)

***

A typical morning in the life of the world's most 
gullible woman. (MF, nc, oral)

***

I'm so grateful for the wonderful healthcare system we 
have here in Canada. Just recently it was responsible 
for preventing an outbreak of infection among women in 
my neighborhood. The medical community and the Center 
For Disease Control were very proactive and had doctors 
come right to our doors.

I was sitting having coffee in my kitchen one morning 
last week, just after my husband had left for work. I 
hadn't bothered to dress yet, and just had on a sheer 
blue negligee with matching sheer blue panties. I 
didn't even have a bra on. 

The doorbell rang and I answered it without grabbing my 
robe. I was sure it must be Linda, my neighbor, coming 
over as she often does to have a cup of coffee.  To my 
surprise, a young man in a white lab coat was standing 
there. An official looking photo ID badge was pinned to 
the breast pocket and he carried a black bag. 

"Good morning, madam," he said, "I'm Doctor Hardcock 
from the Center for Disease Control. Can I have a few 
minutes of your time?" I realised that he could see 
just about everything through my negligee so I was 
trying to hide myself behind the door. "I'm not 
dressed," I said, "let me grab my robe."

"Actually, madam, that's not necessary. I'm a doctor. 
No need to be embarrassed."

"Oh, Ok then" I said. "Please come in, Doctor."

I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee 
which he accepted. "Why do you need to see me?" I 
asked.

"We have a serious health threat," he told me. "The 
threat is confined to women and we believe only to 
women in this area. Recently a large shipment of 
women's underwear manufactured in China was distributed 
to department stores in this area. We believe that an 
infectious parasite was imported with this shipment and 
has already infected several women. We'd like to stop 
this thing in its tracks so we're going door to door to 
find out who might be at risk."

"Oh, my," I replied. "That's awful. It's wonderful that 
you're doing this. I didn't even know we had a Center 
for Disease Control. What can I do to help?"

"If you could just answer a few questions, hopefully we 
can rule you out as a potential victim, Mrs.....?"

"Carson, but why don't you call me Betty, Doctor 
Hardcock?"

"OK, Betty," he answered with a charming smile. "Now do 
you remember if you bought any panties in the last 2 
months or so?"

"Well, yes, I have. I buy new panties every week. I 
always seem to be losing them."

A look of concern came over his face. "Did you buy them 
locally?"

"Yes, Doctor. Oh my, do you think they were 
contaminated?"

"I'll have to have a look at them, Betty. We know the 
labels belonging to the suspect garments so I can tell 
right away if you're at risk."

"OK, Doctor, why don't you come to my bedroom and I'll 
show you" I led him down the hall and for a second I 
thought it was a little odd that a strange man was 
going to root through my panty drawer, but then I 
remembered. He's a doctor!!

When we reached the bedroom I opened the drawer and he 
began rummaging around. He pulled out each pair and 
inspected the labels. Once in a while he would set a 
pair of panties aside on the dresser. When he was 
finished he scooped up the six pairs and placed them in 
a clear plastic Ziploc bag he had pulled from his black 
bag. 

"These are definitely from the shipment concerned. I'm 
afraid I have to confiscate these for testing. But 
don't worry, I'll give you a receipt. They will be 
returned to you when all this is over and we have 
cleared them of any possible contamination." He pulled 
a marker from his pocket and wrote my name on the 
Ziploc bag.

I was relieved. "Some of those are my favorite 
panties," I told him. He smiled and we returned to the 
kitchen.

"Now, about the panties you have on right now," he 
said. "I'll have to check those. Why don't you just 
bend over the table here and I'll quickly check the 
label." I did as he directed and he stepped behind me 
and flipped my negligee up. 

I felt him grab the waistband of my sheer blue panties 
and roll it back to view the label." Bad news, I'm 
afraid," he told me. "These have to come with me." I 
went to stand up to take them off but he quickly 
offered to do it, so I bent over again and let him 
slide my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of 
them.

"Can I stand up now?" I asked. I was feeling just a 
little embarrassed. "Of course," he said. "I'm really 
sorry to put you through this, but it is necessary. I 
hope you understand."

"Oh, of course, Doctor," I replied.

"Now that we know for sure that you have worn the 
contaminated panties, I have to do a quick test to see 
if you've picked up an infection from the parasite. 
It's a simple test, I just take a saliva sample from 
your mouth with this special instrument. It's a new 
technology and the instrument is large and can frighten 
some people. So just close your eyes till I tell you 
the test is over."

I sat down as he directed me and opened my mouth wide. 
I sensed him standing in front of me. "OK here it 
comes, Betty. Open wide and coat it with as much saliva 
as you can. It will swell somewhat as it absorbs the 
saliva, so don't be alarmed." I felt the instrument 
enter my mouth and he wasn't kidding! It was large and 
had a fleshy taste. I did as he told me and tried to 
get as much spit on it as I could. I felt it start to 
grow in my mouth and as it did he began to work it back 
and forth. I assumed he was trying to gather as much 
saliva as he could. At one point he pushed it in too 
far and I gagged. "Sorry Betty. Just want to get an 
accurate reading. OK I'm going to remove the instrument 
now, but just keep your eyes closed and relax for a 
minute." 

I felt the large instrument pull from my mouth.  After 
a few seconds he told me to open my eyes. "How do you 
feel?" he asked me. "I'm fine," I replied. To be honest 
I felt a little flushed and I wasn't sure why. He had 
removed a vial from his bag and was shaking the 
contents. "Just combining your saliva with this test 
mixture, Betty, it'll just take a second. Uh-oh. More 
bad news. Looks like you've definitely picked up this 
parasite"

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. "What does that mean? Is it 
fatal?"

He started to laugh. "Heavens, no, Betty. It can give 
you a bad vaginal infection, but we already have the 
antibiotics to kill it. I'm going to give you a shot 
right now and it will most likely fix your problem 
immediately."

Was I ever relieved! He positioned me over the table 
again, and flipped up the back of my negligee. "Am I 
getting the shot in my butt?" I asked. "Can't I get it 
in the arm?"

"Oh, no, you misunderstood" he replied. "The antibiotic 
is in liquid form and I need to apply it directly to 
the site of the infection in the vagina. I'll be using 
a large syringe and I'll have to pump it while it's 
inserted in your vagina to ensure I get enough 
pressure. I need to know that the antibiotic gets all 
the way up to attack the infection in case it has 
spread."

"OK Doctor. I'm a little nervous, I can tell you."

"Please don't be, Betty. I'll be as gentle as possible. 
I've treated several women in this area and they all 
said afterwards that they found it pleasurable instead 
of painful!"

I was reassured. He positioned himself behind me and 
placed one hand on my lower back. "Close your eyes, 
Betty, and this will be over before you know it."

I felt him position the syringe at the entrance to my 
pussy and slowly push it in. To my surprise it felt 
quite warm and not cold as I had expected. My God, I 
thought, it's a huge syringe! But I was determined to 
be a good patient and said nothing. He worked it 
further into my pussy. I realised that what he had said 
earlier was true. It was starting to feel really good! 
Modern medicine sure is wonderful. I felt so full down 
there. That syringe had to be at least 6" long!

"OK Betty, I have the syringe fully inserted now. How 
do you feel, are you OK?"

"Yes, Doctor," I replied somewhat breathlessly.

"Now I have to pump the syringe a little to get the 
pressure up, Betty. Are you ready? It'll all be over 
soon."

"I'm ready Doctor."

He pulled the syringe out an inch or so and slowly 
pushed it back in. He repeated this a few times, then 
gradually increased the speed of his pumping till the 
syringe was driving in and out of my pussy like a 
piston. I realised I was grasping the edges of the 
table and sweating. He was right, it felt good. I cried 
out in ecstasy and at the same moment felt the syringe 
spurt its contents deep into my vagina. It spurted a 
few times and then I felt it gradually withdraw. I 
heard him fussing about behind me zipping up his bag. 
Then he instructed me to get up. 

When I turned around, I was a little embarrassed about 
having cried out like that. He gave me a warm smile. I 
noticed he had beads of sweat on his forehead. "Are you 
OK, Doctor?," I asked. "You look a little flushed." "So 
do you," he said, "but don't worry, I'm fine. It just 
takes some effort to pump that syringe. How about you, 
Betty, how do you feel?"

"Actually, Doctor, I feel great. I wish all medical 
procedures made me feel like that."

He suddenly seemed in a hurry to leave, mumbling about 
other calls to make. I wanted him to stay. I felt quite 
attracted to him even though he was much younger than 
me. But a few seconds later the door closed and he was 
gone. I went back to the kitchen still feeling flushed. 
As I sat down to finish my coffee, I felt warm wetness 
oozing from my pussy.

Uh-oh, I thought, the antibiotics! I ran to the 
bathroom, wandering how to keep it from escaping. I 
reached down and found a glob of it on my fingers. As I 
was about to try to push it back in, I thought that it 
looked awfully like sperm. I brought it to my mouth and 
gave it a quick taste test. It sure tasted like cum. 
What a coincidence, I thought, as I pushed it as best I 
could back into my pussy.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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