Poor, untouched Ginger needs to get checked out but she doesn't have insurance.
So she goes to see Dr. Frederickson, a medical student who performs exams on broke women.
Lying on the examination table with her feet up in the stirrups, things get intimate fast as Dr. Frederickson starts poking and prodding Ginger and finally taking her hard with something doctors don't generally use as a medical instrument!
"Does this hurt?" he asked, sliding his fingers up and down the wet ridges and folds.
He slid his fingers up toward the front of my pussy, and with only two fingers, he started circling one spot in particular, which could only have been my clit. My heart started beating at an insane rate, and the pleasure I felt was out of control. I'd touched myself down there a few times, but I'd never before felt this incredibly amazing sensation. Obviously I'd never been able to find my clit. Wow. Was I ever missing out!
I started panting and I didn't even care if Dr. Frederickson could hear me.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"No," I managed to say between my heavy breaths.
In response, he pressed harder with his fingers and started circling that spot even faster. I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Does this hurt?"
"No," I whispered.
All of a sudden, he stopped circling. He dug his fingers into my soft, wet flesh and squeezed me hard, right on the clit.
I yelped, my eyelids flying open.
"Did that hurt?" he asked, still holding my super sensitive clit tightly between his thumb and fingers.
I didn't think I could explain it. In a way it hurt, but it also felt amazingly good. And luckily, he didn't ask me to elaborate.
He released his hold on my clit, and reached for his clipboard. After he wrote something on it, he set it back down and peered through my legs to meet my eyes.
"Ginger, it's looking like your vagina is functioning as it should, but there are a couple more tests I'd like to run," Dr. Frederickson said. "I would like to see how it's able to handle a little penile stimuli."
Would he now? I knew exactly what he was saying, and I tried to communicate that through the look in my eyes.
I'm onto you, Doctor McHotty...
I don't know if he got the message or not, and to be frank, I really didn't care all that much.
"Whatever you think is best, Doctor," I said.
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