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A student has quite the experience at the college health clinic. Check out this extremely hot fantasy story.

Dora The P.A.

I’m a grad student at a small university. The inexpensive health care that comes with being a university student is one perk, and I take use of it whenever I can. To further clarify, I am a somewhat small man (5'7′′) who weighs around 130 pounds, leaning more toward the skinny side.

This may seem a little gross, but one morning while I was wiping on the toilet, I spotted a red stain on the paper. I quickly scheduled a same-day appointment at the university health center. I was directed to a little room further down the hall after arriving and waited in line, where a plump nurse assessed my vitals and put my symptoms into the computer.

“Okay, you’ll be seeing Dora.”

“Uh, what happened to Dr. Walker? Isn’t he my primary doctor?”

“I didn’t know if it was a sign of something serious or not. So I figured...”

“Oh, I think I know what you mean, liability issues?”

She answered, "Something like that," and left the room, only to return a short while later with a considerably younger lady. I said to Pamela, "This is Pamela, one of our student interns," and she quickly smiled back at me. With her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her perky breasts showing through her t-shirt, and her tight ass held by her Capri-style trousers, she unmistakably looked like an early twenties student.

Dora said “Shoes off and hop on the table, and lie on your back, please. Pamela, get his shorts and underwear off, so we can see what’s going on.”

I removed my shoes and sat down on the table. Pamela assisted me in taking down my shorts and underwear, exposing me just in my socks and t-shirt. Since my dick was now visible to everyone, I felt extremely exposed. I heard it rummaging and clamped my fists together on my chest, staring at the ceiling as I felt it stir.

“Okay, here we go,” said Dora as spread my legs and guided my feet onto the metal stirrups and lashed them there, leaving me immobilized with my knees bent and my rear exposed.

“Okay, just relax,” Dora said authoritatively. She put on latex gloves and put some gel on her finger. I felt Dora's slippery, icy finger slowly probing and then pushing into my hole.

“Oh, that’s cold!” Suddenly, I could feel my dick tingle, so I kept thinking of that chubby nurse to keep my little pal in check.

“Okay, it seems you just got a small hemorrhoid, but let me keep checking to be sure.”

She pushed a little further until I breathlessly whispered, “oooOOHHhhh!”

That was not an expression of shock, dismay, or agony. It was a joyful exclamation. I felt the start of an erection, which made me clench my teeth and try to think of anything else. I prayed they didn't hear it. 

“Well, I’m not seeing any evidence of polyps so far, but let’s keep going just to be safe.” Dora slipped her finger all the way in, then gently moved it in and out, finger-fucking my hole as I moaned softly.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, but my dick wanted more. It was tingling and stirring to attention right in front of these women.

Dora pulled her finger out of my hole and took the gloves off. Then she walked over and locked the door, and when she returned to the table, she ran her fingers up and down my dick. I moaned louder since I was now fully erect. “Doesn’t take much to get him horny, does it?”

“Doesn’t take much for me, either!” said Pamela, with one hand now down her sweatpants.

Dora walked alongside the table and stopped with her back to me. She opened her doctor's coat and reached under her dress. I saw her pull her black panties down and off, after which she turned to me and hiked her dress up to her waist, totally exposing her pussy.

“Well, do you want to touch me or not?”

I ran my hand up her thighs to her pussy and began to finger her, saying, "Yes, please." She groaned in gratitude as it was simple to stick a finger into her since she was so moist. Dora steadied herself by holding onto the edge of the table, then she rotated slightly to allow me to have a better look at her and opened her legs. I was tremendously turned on when I massaged Dora's pussy, and it seemed to be working the same way for her. It made me question if a lady could approach a man on her feet, so I decided to investigate.

Pamela had taken down her sweatpants and underwear while I was totally absorbed with Dora. She had also undone the straps on my feet and straightened my legs. She got on the table and rolled a condom over me. Then she began to fuck me by lowering her pussy onto my shaft.

I was ecstatic. Dora struggled at my touch, forcing herself against my fingers as I circled around her clitoris because she was responding to my fingers at her pussy and wailing for more. Pamela was riding my dick up and down in the meantime. Although I knew I couldn't stay much longer, it was fantastic.

Dora was the first to go, letting out a low-pitched cry of ecstasy as she gave in to her body's cravings and had her orgasm. Women can, I suppose, come up straight. I didn't mind that she spilled some of the fluid from her pussy over my fingertips.

With the way Pamela was fucking me, I was next, and I was unable to resist. She kept moving up and down on my dick, so I discharged my nectar into the condom. When I climaxed, she felt my heat, and even though she didn't come herself, it was clear she liked the experience.

After a brief period of exhaustion, Dora cleaned her behind and put her underwear back on. Along with wiping herself clean, Pamela changed into her clothes, removed the condom from me, and washed my dick. Dora wrote on a pad of paper and turned her back on me while she worked. I laid there exhausted and confused. What on earth just transpired? Were they merely horny or was I a charity case? I sat up, and Dora turned back to offer me the paper.

“Go ahead and get dressed. You can check out now.”

Absent-mindedly, I snatched the paper from her, still bewildered. Dora and Jessica watched as I got up and put my shoes, shorts, and underwear back on. After that, Dora opened and unlocked the door, and I glided down the hallway to the register. I paid my co-pay and presented the paper to the woman behind the counter when I arrived.

The woman typed away, then said, “Dora wants to see you in three days for a follow-up. What time do you want to set up the appointment?”