In the Doctor’s Office

[Newtonh 85]

I waited patiently in the lobby of the doctor’s office, nervous but glad I would get it over with. Being about 20 years old, it was slightly embarrassing to be so scared of shots. My nurse isn’t even that handsome. He doesn’t talk either, just walks in and gives me the shot; puts a bandaid on it. 

 

The receptionist called out, “Jayda Smith, please! Room 10.” Room 10? That is the room that is secluded, away from all the others. Uh oh, I thought. They’re gonna give me really bad shots and they don’t want anyone to hear me scream. I obediently walked down the seemingly long hallway to the last room. The door was open, waiting for me. Swallowing nervously, I walked in and plastered a fake smile on my face. 

 

“Hello, Jayda,” my doctor said, “Thanks for coming in for your appointment.” 

 

“Uhhh, yeah. You’re welcome, I guess?” I stammered, sitting down on one of the chairs. There was a faint smell of pee, but I pushed any thoughts away and focused on what the doctor was saying.

 

“...pulled you into this back room for a reason. We are required by the state to take a urine sample. If the sample is bringing back negative feedback, we are required to give you at least two shots, depending on how bad the results are.”

 

Two shots! Oh God. I hope I’m healthy. “Do I have to get any shots if I’m healthy?” I decided to ask. 

 

“Nope, only if you’re not,” the doctor replied, and I felt relief wash through my body, “Now, do you currently have to pee right now? If you do, I’ll ask the nurse to come in. If not, I’ll go and get you a bottle of water.” I asked for the bottle of water even though I did kind of have to pee already. I just wanted to make sure I was healthy, and that my pee would be clear(ish). 

 

The doctor returned with the bottle of water and then left, closing the door behind him. That was when I realized that there was sound-proofing material covering all the walls and the door. I gulped the water down nervously, fidgeting a little as I did since I already kind of had to pee. As soon as I finished the water, a very handsome young man, maybe in his early twenties, walked in my room. He was kind of tall and had short, dark, messy hair. 

 

“Um, I think you’re in the wrong room, sir,” I told him.

 

“No, I’m not. I’m here for your urine sampling, yes?” He sounded British. 

 

“Umm, okay. Where’s the little cup I have to pee into?” He hesitated slightly before responding. 

 

“...Er, you don’t actually have a little cup.” He pulled out a very small little bucket, like something you’d see kids playing with at the beach, but more professional. 

 

“Why do you need so much of my piss?!” I exclaimed. 

 

“Just let me explain,” he told me, setting the bucket down on the floor, “This is a special appointment, whether you knew it or not. Instead of going to the bathroom with a little cup, we also... er, need to see you in action, so to speak. I have to watch you pee so I can make a full examination.”

 

I felt myself blush. “Uhh, okay, I guess I don’t really have a choice anyways.” I wouldn’t admit it to myself at the time, but the fact that this handsome nurse was going to watch me piss was actually turning me on quite a bit. He told me to take off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. He also recommended that I take my shirt off so it doesn’t get wet. He told me I could leave my bra on.

 

Fully blushing now, and almost completely naked, I felt very insecure about my body. I hadn’t shaved for maybe 4 days, and a little stubble was starting to grow again down there. He asked me to get up on the bench, and lowered it significantly until my feet could touch the ground. I readjusted myself slightly on that stupid crinkly paper they put on the doctor benches and realized that where I just was, there was a wet spot. I quickly moved my leg over it and hoped the nurse hadn’t noticed. 

 

“Okay, er, I need you to pee now.” He had a pencil and clipboard with paper and was on his knees. This is so awkward, I thought. I tried to pee, but I was too embarrassed. I knew my pee liked to splash everywhere. The guy realized I was too embarrassed, and got up to comfort me. What I didn’t expect was for him to strip down to only his underwear. 

 

He stood in front of me and I saw his 6-pack, and his package. By now, my face was probably the color of a cherry. He smiled and lifted my chin, I can’t leave until you do this, and you can’t leave either. He crawled up onto the bench behind me and pressed himself against my back, his knees on either side of me. I could feel his dick through his underwear, and that majorly turned me on. I felt myself get wet, but it wasn’t with pee. 

 

His hand started to slowly reach down to my crotch and he whispered in my ear, “Maybe this will help.” His middle finger ran down the middle of my stubble and to my clit. As his finger brushed by it, I let out an involuntary moan. His finger stopped in the middle of my crotch, which was now soaking wet. “Something tells me this isn’t piss,” he told me, and if I could, I would have blushed more. 

 

“No, it....it isn’t.” His other hand reached around my waist and put pressure on my bladder. 

 

“But you do have to pee. I can tell.” He pushed very quickly against my bladder and I squealed. A tiny spurt of clear piss splashed over his hand and into the bucket. I immediately felt his cock grow a little stiff behind me. His middle finger ran up and down against my hole before going back up to my clit. He had barely touched it and I felt another squirt of piss release. 

 

Then he told me to hold it in, not to pee. He pulled a bottle of water seemingly from no where, and asked me to start drinking it. I already had to pee really bad, but I did as he asked. As I was drinking the water, he started gently rubbing my clit. I could tell he was experienced. The more water I drank, the faster his finger rubbed my clit. I finished the water, and by then I was practically bursting. I was panting too. It felt so good to be touched like that, surprisingly even better because I had to pee. 

 

By now he was practically pounding my clit, and I was moaning loudly. He told me to try to hold it in, and simultaneously rubbing my clit, he started to put pressure on my bladder. I barely held it in, and he finally stopped putting pressure on it. I could also tell that his cock was rock hard against my back. He unclipped my bra, letting loose my size 36C breasts. He leaned down and started sucking on one of them. 

 

That pushed me over the edge. I practically screamed as I had a wild orgasm. I started squirting everywhere, but it wasn’t piss. I laid back against him, panting. He had assumed that I had peed, because he started to get more serious and he picked up his clipboard with his dry hand. I explained to him that I had squirt, not peed, and he told me that I would have to pee in the bucket now that I was more comfortable around him. 

 

As he emptied out the bucket with my squirt in it and washed it out, I could tell his dick was bursting to come out. He brought the bucket back over and I asked, “How much time do you have before your next appointment?”

 

He smiled and told me that I was his only one the whole day. After hearing that, I immediately got up and told him to sit down on he bench. The paper was soaked with my squirt, so he just pushed it away. I got down on my knees over the bucket and started giving him a handjob. I went slowly at first, but I soon quickened pace. With my other hand, I rubbed my own still sensitive clit. Not too soon after, I started licking the head of his cock and he groaned loudly with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my hand and mouth caused him to cum all over me. I peed a little in the bucket, but it was ruined by his massive amount of cum that went all over me into the bucket as well. 

 

His slightly limp dick lay there for a while, but he grabbed it and started jerking off himself. He laid back and masturbated while I cleaned out the bucket again. I swallowed up another whole bottle of water before he came again. I was bursting to pee, and was doing a dance, but I knew it would be too boring to just piss in the bucket. After he got up, I sat down and spread my legs. 

 

He knew just what I wanted. His tongue flicked around and played with my clit before really diving in. His tongue was talented and it wasn’t long before I was loudly moaning. I closed my eyes and laid back while he worked on my pussy. I could feel it building up, and he could tell too. My breathing grew louder, and so did my moaning. 

 

I sat back up again and in between breaths I asked him to put pressure on my bladder again. His hand reached up, and just in time. He pressed on my bladder and I released everything I had been holding in. My clear pee went all over him into the bucket, and as it ran over his cock it got hard again. I pissed for a whole minute, orgasming the whole time. When it finally slowed to a trickle, the small bucket was almost full. I couldn’t feel my clit anymore, and it was so sensitive I couldn’t even touch it. 

 

His dick was rock hard again, and I knew we had all day. It was time for some more fun. I quickly recovered and grabbed another bottle of water, winking at him.

[bpb 784]

I hung on ever word that your wrote.
My heart was thumbing with excitement!!
Oh why couldn't I be that young doctor???

 

 

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Excellent erotic writing.  Erection provoking images, and written by a virgin which is extraordinary in its own right.

Enjoying all your works I've seen here.

I also dabble in wet sex adventure writing -- most of mine are non-fiction and involve my wife Bonita and one of our friends.

You can read an archive of them here:  https://www.reddit.com/r/truewetsex

Will look forward to much more from you. Jim and Bonnie.

Edited December 28, 2018 by UnabashedUser

[Newtonh 85]

If you guys want a sequel let me know! I struggle to find time to get online, but I do when I can.

[bpb 784]

52 minutes ago, Newtonh said:

If you guys want a sequel let me know! I struggle to find time to get online, but I do when I can.

I sincerely hope that you are writing for your enjoyment, and that we just get to enjoy what you have written for your pleasure.
If you write one as exciting as the past one just written I will certainly be reading it with bated breath.
Please enjoy writing another one, but please don't struggle with it.  That ruins your enjoyment.