Help Me Doctor?

badgirl17

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Sammy was an attractive woman; she had brown hair, brown eyes and worked for a big law firm so she was successful too. She was about to marry an accountant and she loved him. But their sex life was far from stellar. No matter what he did for her, she couldn't hit a true orgasm. She had to fake all of her orgasms. None of them were real. She figured it might be a medical problem so she went to her doctor hoping he'd be able to help.

She sat down on the table, tapping her fingers on it. She was embarrassed that she would have to admit to her doctor that she had a hard time reaching orgasm. She just hoped he could fix the problem because it had gone on long enough. And it was frustrating.
 
It's been a crap day. 10 minute appointments might not seem a long time. 600 seconds to explain your problem, be poked and prodded if necessary, listen to advice and get a prescription from time to time... doesn't sound long at all. But when it's 600 seconds of ingrowing toenails followed by 600 seconds of flu, 600 more seconds of a "mystery rash" just after you changed washing powder, it pretty rapidly becomes a long day of 600 seconds of dull.

So, forgive me if I'm not really all that on the ball when you come in. I'm due to finish for the day pretty soon; you're my last patient and it's pretty unlikely we'll get any emergency listings at this time of day. Reception want to go home too.

You're tapping your nails on my desk, and that drags the half of my brain that's running through my shopping list and commute home back to rejoin the half that was prepared for you to tell me you're having trouble sleeping, or you have a persistent cough that just won't go away.

They're nice nails. And they're attached to nice fingers, and in turn they're attached to nice hands and nice arms and then it just gets better. As last patients go, it looks like I might be ending the day on a high note - so I sit up a little straighter and clear my throat, glance back at your notes and see you prefer to be called by your first name. Fine by me - I've never much stood on ceremony, though I still have my patients call me Doctor; as much because I think it helps them trust me as anything else.

"So, Sammy, I've looked back through your notes and you seem to be generally pretty fit and healthy - what brings you here today?"
 
"It's actually kind of embarrassing." She admits. She didn't really like having to admit this to a male doctor. But it had become such a problem. She couldn't get herself to reach orgasm and she knew if it continued, her fiancee would catch on.

"Um..well, I'm having a problem in the bedroom." She spoke softly as she looked down at the floor for a second. "I can't reach orgasm. I've tried so many things and nothing works. It's gotten to the point where it's so frustrating that I can't reach a real orgasm."
 
"It's actually kind of embarrassing."

Oh, one of those. A rash, or a discharge, or an overdue smear... if you only knew how many people start their explanation of what's bothering them with "it's embarrassing"...

"Um..well, I'm having a problem in the bedroom ... I can't reach orgasm. I've tried so many things and nothing works. It's gotten to the point where it's so frustrating that I can't reach a real orgasm."

Well. It's a good job I learned a while back not to drink tea while patients are talking; I'd have spat that particular mouthful all over my monitor or choked to death on it right there in front of you. That would've been embarrassing.

I wasn't expecting that. And - I'm male, after all! - I'm not unaware of the fact that you're pretty hot. Your eyes when you looked back up from the floor made my heart skip a beat just a little, and that's without taking into account the fact that you're talking to me about orgasms.

"Well, Sammy... first of all, I'd like to reassure you that what you're experiencing isn't abnormal or rare, and it's perfectly natural to want to change it - the good news is, we can probably do a few things to help.

I have a couple of questions for you though, if you don't mind?

Have you had more than one sexual partner? Has it always been the same, or is this something that's just a problem with your current partner?"
 
She sighed a little as she finally told him. She bit her lip, the whole thing pretty embarrassing for her. She hated that she couldn't have a real orgasm...she always had to fake it. She forgot what a real orgasm felt like.

"Well, I've been with my boyfriend for five years. In the beginning, I can a real orgasm but then it stopped. I've never had a problem with reaching a real orgasm up until the last two years. It just stopped and no matter what I do, I can reach a real one.." She admitted softly to her doctor, hoping he knew what would help.
 
"Ok... excuse me if the questions seem a little personal, but I would like to figure out what's going on here and get to the bottom of it for you - and you're my last patient of the day, so I can afford to spend a bit more time than we normally would. Let me know if you're uncomfortable with any of my questions, ok?"

Ok, I'm a bad person. I admit that there are a few other reasons I'm willing to spend a bit more time on this patient than normal... I'm quite looking forward to teasing the details of her sex life out of her; to listening to her describing herself having sex with a guy. It shouldn't turn me on, and normally it wouldn't.. but those eyes. Something about them...

"Do you masturbate at all? Are you able to orgasm if you do?"

It's actually quite hard, thinking of the question you're asking ... when you're mentally two questions ahead, trying to figure out how you can steer this conversation toward the stuff you want to hear.

I know, I know. Bad doctor. But hey, I'm human too!
 
The questions were a bit uncomfortable because she didn't talk about her sex life and this whole thing was embarrassing but he was a doctor and she figured he'd know the problem and how to help.

"Well...when I stopped having real orgasm, I thought that maybe if I masturbated it would help. I thought maybe I could get myself to really cum. But I couldn't. I can't even get myself to cum." She admits softly. It was so frustrating because it had been such a long time since she came.
 
If it was hard to concentrate before she started telling me about her masturbation, it just got harder. It's not the only thing, either. I daren't move my chair from the desk because the bulge in my trousers *must* be noticeable!

"Ok. I know this is probably awkward to talk about, but I hear it a lot " - that's a lie - " and it's totally normal. Just try to relax and we'll figure it out for you.

So, you say you haven't been able to orgasm for two years but until then you didn't have a problem with it? Has anything changed, that you can think of? A new job and more stress? Money worries?

Have you noticed any physical changes around the same time.. heavier or less regular periods than normal?"

The last one, I'll admit, I threw on there as an afterthought and really only for my own benefit:

"Do you find you're able to produce enough moisture for sex to be comfortable, or have you noticed any dryness?"
 
"Nothing is really wrong. I work a lot but nothing is wrong with me. It just suddenly became that I couldn't have an orgasm. I couldn't even get myself to cum. Usually if I needed to, I could make myself cum but I can't even do that now." She admitted to her doctor.

"Like I can get wet sometimes if I'm excited but I can never get myself to cum no matter how much I try." She admitted, frustrated that she was unable to cum and hoping her doctor had a solution.
 
I'm pushing my luck here. I really am no gynae expert and the likelihood of me spotting anything abnormal via an exam that she hasn't already spotted herself is pretty slim.

I should also have a nurse come in and observe, but I'm kinda hoping I can fix that..

"Ok, Sammy... I was wondering if something big had changed in your life - often stress can have effects on your sex life, but if you don't think there's anything to it then I would like to check for any physical problems.

I can get a female nurse to come in and be here for support for you if you'd like, but I often find patients prefer to keep it to just the two of us - it's a pretty personal exam, and often it's harder with another person. If you'd like me to get one, it's no problem - but I'll have to book you another appointment to come back when there's a nurse available. Otherwise, if you could just hop up onto the bench for me?"

I got up and deliberately walked quickly to the table, hoping she didn't spot the bulge in my trousers on the way, and pulled out some paper towel roll to cover the bench and fluffed the pillows a little before turning back to Sammy and waiting to see her "decision" on the nurse; counting on the fact that she wouldn't want to go through all this again tomorrow.
 
"No..no, it's fine. It's embarrassing enough; and coming back tomorrow would be even more embarrassing. I just want to get it over and done with." Sammy told the doctor as she got up onto the bench and laid back. She was nervous but she knew this problem needed to be fix. She hadn't had a real orgasm in almost two years and it was so damned frustrating.

She lay back on the bench and waited to hear what the doctor would say next. She just hoped he could help her with her problem; it had gone on for far too long already.
 
I'm struggling to suppress a smile. Is it appropriate for a doctor to smile when a patient says he can examine her alone? Would I normally smile? I have no idea. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't normally smile for the same reasons though...

"Ok, I'm just going to need you to undress from the waist down, and I would like to prop your hips up a little - I'll just slip this pillow under your bottom if you lift it slightly for me once you've got your clothes off."

I am pretty sure I'd be expected to close the curtain while she undresses and let her have some privacy. Like hell I'm gonna do that. I'm gonna stand right here and watch Sammy strip in front of my eyes.
 
She nodded. This was embarrassing but she figured this was the only way. She pushed down her black skirt and put it on the floor. And then she took off her black lace panties and put them on the floor too. Now she was bare from her waist down. She took the pillow and put it under her ass so it arched her hips.

She waited for her doctor now; hoping he'd be able to help the problem. Because unable to reach orgasm was too frustrating.
 
She nodded. This was embarrassing but she figured this was the only way. She pushed down her black skirt and put it on the floor. And then she took off her black lace panties and put them on the floor too. Now she was bare from her waist down. She took the pillow and put it under her ass so it arched her hips.

She waited for her doctor now; hoping he'd be able to help the problem. Because unable to reach orgasm was too frustrating.

Can I get away with not wearing gloves? I really would like to, but it's probably pushing my luck a bit too far. Grudgingly, I reached around to the dispenser and took a pair, stepping back from the bench a little - hoping once again that the bulge didn't give too much away - to pull them on, staring at your lace panties on the floor and wondering if I can make out any of those little white marks on them.

"Ok, Sammy... your vagina looks very... healthy."

Ok, that sounds corny even to me.

"I'm just going to start by examining the glands on the outside of your lips, ok?"

I perched on the bench and gently pushed your thighs apart, spreading you open in front of me, and then leaned in and very, very gently spread your outer labia with two fingers, looking for the tiny little openings of your Skene's and Bartholin's glands... but mostly, admiring your tight looking little pussy. Your fianceé is definitely not taking as much advantage of this as he should be.

"Are you ok?"
 
Samantha was a bit wet as her doctor opened up her swollen pussy lips. She always got wet when she was touched. She bit her lip softly as he began to imagine her pussy further. She felt that she was very wet but she figured that was just because her doctor was touching her.

"Yeah...yeah..I'm fine." She said, laying back again as the doctor continued to examine her pussy.
 
Did she just bite her lip when I touched her?

"Ok, so your labia majora - that's your outer lips - are very much ok, Sammy. In fact, they've got a very healthy blood supply and seem to respond to touch as I'd expect. Are they especially sensitive - can you feel my fingertips on them?"

Fuck, what a gorgeous pussy. And so wet... I haven't parted the labia minora yet, and already there's a visible quantity of shiny moisture forming... the tips of my gloves are wet already.
 
Erika found that she was a little embarrassed at how wet she was. She could feel that she was really wet. She bit her lip again and nodded. "Yes, I can feel your fingers." She answered. "I get very sensitive so I get wet easily...' She admitted. It took all she had not to start squirming on the bench because feeling his fingers touch her made her extremely wet.
 
"Ok, that's good - sensation is important if you're trying to have an orgasm, obviously.

I notice also that you're generating quite a lot of moisture - that's a good sign, and should mean you can comfortably experience quite a large penis, so I'm not worried that it's a lack of lubrication. Would you say this is a normal amount for you?"
 
She bit her lip softly. She felt his fingers work her, and it made her more wet. But that was normal for her. She always got wet but never could reach orgasm.

"Yes...it's a normal amount of moisture." She admitted softly. "I have no problem getting wet...I get wet easily. But it never gets more than that."
 
I am definitely crossing a line with what I'm about to say. But I'm so hard I don't really care anymore, and she's definitely biting her lip.

"Your fianceé is a very lucky guy in that case. There's nothing worse than sex being really uncomfortable because you're too big and she's not wet enough."

Oh my god. I really did just say that out loud. Best move on quickly..

"Ok, I'm going to slip a finger inside you and check for muscle tone... could you squeeze your pelvic floor muscles for me, like you were having a wee and trying to stop mid-flow, and describe how it feels for me?"
 
She gasped as she felt her doctor slide a finger inside of her. She was really wet now. She bit her lip, feeling herself start to squirm on the table. She was really wet and having a finger inside of her made it worse.

"It feels really good.." She whispered. "It feels tight..." She muttered. Was she turned on by having a finger inside of her? She thinks so.
 
She's squirming on the table, and I can actually see a little bead of moisture running down her perineum ... there's a small wet patch quite visible on the white tissue she's laid on, and I really, really want to taste her.

"Yes, it does feel tight Sammy - you obviously take very good care of yourself and exercise regularly. I can't actually remember the last time I've felt a set of vaginal wall muscles that strong, especially around something as thin as my finger.

I'd like to open you up a little wider and get a look inside just to make sure there's nothing unusual going on... let me just grab a speculum."

I walk over to the other side of my office to get one, leaving you laid there with your legs open and your pussy slowly dripping onto my bench, and have an idea... It would be really hot to get you to spread yourself open wide right in front of my face.

Turning back to you as I warm the speculum under warm water, I ask as casually as I can "if you don't like the idea of the speculum, you can just hold your lips apart for me with your fingers, and I should still be able to do what I need to?"

If she can't see my cock straining at my trousers from this angle, she needs a visit to the opticians... I'm hoping she's not paying too close attention!
 
"Okay....I can hold them open." She said as she opened her pussy lips with two fingers. She was glistening with wetness. She usually got wet easily but she was more wet this time and she didn't know why. She lay back, holding her lips opened as she waited to see what the doctor would do next.

She hoped the doctor could do something because she didn't know how much longer she could go without having an orgasm.
 
Leaning in really close, I peered closely at Sammy's pussy, spread there with her fingers holding it apart just inches from my face, inhaling slowly - trying to be as quiet as possible while breathing in the heady smell of sex.

Slipping two fingers of my right hand inside, I realised with horror that my left hand was actually squeezing my cock through my trousers and whipped it away quickly. Had she seen? What was I thinking?!

"Sammy, everything seems to be in order down here... there is absolutely nothing wrong with you that I can see. I'd like to do a couple more quick tests though, if that's ok?"

Without waiting for an answer, I removed the glove on my right hand - figuring she wouldn't notice, but that if she did I could say it gave me a better sense of texture - and slipped two fingers back in gently, this time rubbing at the rough little spot just inside the top of the vagina, listening for a reaction.

"How does that feel?"
 
She moaned softly as she felt his actual fingers and not his gloves now, fingering her a little roughly. "It feels...really good.." She gasped, squirming a little more on the bench. It felt so good to have his fingers inside of her. She hoped he wouldn't stop. As inappropriate as it was, she wanted him to keep going. Her breathing was getting harder..and she was becoming more wet with each passing moment. This was turning her on.
 
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