She Overworked Her Clitoris

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I follow the attractive black nurse who called my name, down two halls, admiring her big butt, thick waist, and juicy thighs as she led the way into an exam room. Her scrub top looked tailor-made and showed off her slender thick caramel figure. Her breasts were modestly covered, but a C cup at first glance. “What brings you here today Ms. Williams?” the nurse asks me, her lips pursed, already reading the response in my chart. I shift uncomfortably and answer her, my problem causing me to jump a little.  “Well…my clitoris feels like…like that feeling you have in your nose just before a sneeze. It’s very uncomfortable.” She nods thoughtfully. “When did you first start having this problem? Have you ever had this problem before? If so, has anything made it better?” I’m embarrassed to say. “I was um, playing with myself for a while and then my clitoris started to feel cold and tingly, almost painful. It’s never happened before two nights ago, but the feeling won’t go away.” The nurse sticks her tongue in her cheek and notes my responses.  “I’ll get the doctor and be in the room with you when he’s doing the exam. I need you to remove all of your clothing, put this gown on, lie down and scoot your bottom all the way to the end of the table.”  I begin to undress, and she stands for a minute looking before turning to close the little curtain and leave the room. I slid my denim skirt down over my hips, at once getting a good look at my bald purple-skinned pussy. I pull my lips apart and see my usually tiny clitoris is enlarged underneath its hood. I don’t dare touch it to see what my whole clitoris actually looks like under there. That would bring me to my knees in pain. I can see my pussy lips are swollen and my long inner lips poke out and lie to each side like a flower complete with shiny dew. I’d lick it myself if I could.  My clit is broken, and I know exactly why. l had spent the last two nights masturbating for hours with my clit suckers, yes plural and thrusting rabbit. Ovulating makes me crazy horny and with no lovers in the shadows, I’d long since invested in quality ısparta escort toys and accessories. My favorites are two clit suckers, one much stronger than the other, and a thrusting rabbit to fuck me handsfree. When I really want to go all out, I put the thrusting rabbit handle into the center hole of an inflatable sex pillow and ride it to town. The rabbit ear thrumming my clit as I ride and meet the mechanical thrusts make me cum like nothing else. If only my bedroom walls could talk. Whoa! I jump as I hear the exam room door open, having gotten lost in my thoughts. In walks the doctor, a third-year family medicine resident. He strides in all of six feet three inches, long dark curls tumbling down to just touching his muscled shoulders, and gets right down to business.  “Good morning Ms. Williams, I’m Dr. Iman. I see here you’re having a ‘cold and tingly, almost painful’ feeling on your clitoris. On a scale of one to ten, how painful is your clitoris to the touch, ten being the worse pain you ever felt in your life?” He looks at me with large chocolate brown eyes. “About a six,” I mumble looking down. This handsome, clean-shaven resident sits down on a stool between my legs and lifts each of my feet up into a stirrup, instructing me to scoot further down. I can only see his full head of curly hair. “I’m going to be applying a temporary numbing cream while I have a look,” he says pulling an exam light down and switching it on.  “I may need to remove my mask to check for any odors, please don’t be alarmed.” He and Nurse Jackson snap on gloves and move in closer to look between my legs as she hands him a cotton swab saturated in local anesthetic. Dr. Iman leans in and I jump as I feel the cool cream being swirled onto my clit. I’m torn between arousal and pain making my legs twitch. He looks up.  “I apologize if that hurts, the numbing should be in effect shortly.” I nod and look up into the room lights, embarrassed to have two people I find attractive between my legs with a bright ass light to figure out what the hakkari escort hell is wrong with my clitoris if anything.  “I’m going to apply some pressure to your clitoris to see if it is numb,” he says as his gloved index finger presses my clitoris. I can’t feel anything but pressure and tell him so. Dr. Iman nods and opens a drawer bringing out a large magnifying glass, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my pussy. Nurse Jackson looks up with a reassuring smile. “You let me know if anything bothers you, Ms. Williams. I’ll be right here.” She then elevates my head so that I can now see a good bit of my pussy and the doctor’s face up to his nose now. I begin to feel a little more pressure as Dr. Iman pulls the hood of my clit up and over a little. His eye is magnified by the glass, and I can clearly see his pupil dilate as he inspects the exposed parts of my clitoris. Thankfully I’m feeling no pain, or I’d be beating him across the head.  I can now see him put the magnifying glass down and open my swollen pussy lips with his gloved hands and then slide a finger down to near my entrance and push in a little and slide his finger back up, my vaginal petals opening as he does so. Dr. Iman’s eyes widen a little as my creamy arousal is plainer with my petals open, covered in creamy white against my purple pussy petals. I still can’t feel anything where he touches, but I take in an involuntary breath anyway when he leans even closer, removes his mask, and uses two hands to expose my vaginal opening and sniffs deeply. He moves up my opened pussy with long inhalations from bottom to top and back down. He inhales my opened hole deeply once more and puts his mask back on. I can see it move side to side a little and him swallow. I wonder if he got a little taste of me on his lips. “I haven’t detected any unusual odors, but I do want to talk about your clitoris. Is it usually the current size?” “No, it’s usually pretty tiny in fact.”  “And you experienced this enlargement and sensitivity after masturbating. May I ask how bingöl escort long you were masturbating? Was there anything unusual about this particular time?”  “Um, I think I was playing with myself for about three or four hours. I get super horny when I’m ovulating. I’ve edged a lot over the last two days, never been into it before.” “Ok, we’re going to move to an internal exam to feel for any irregularities and take a few swabs for the labs while we’re at it. That, okay?” He changes gloves and Nurse Jackson sets a tray of tools beside him. He doesn’t reach for any of them as he slides a gloved finger to my vaginal opening and gently starts to work his way in. As wet as I am, it doesn’t take much for his finger to slide all the way into me. He looks up at me briefly and then off to the side as he applies pressure and palpates my hole while pressing on my groin occasionally. I pull up away from him a little as it’s slightly uncomfortable and Dr. Iman apologizes. He continues to feel around inside me until his gloved finger circles near my g-spot and I start saying a little prayer that he doesn’t get closer and to Lord please don’t let me squirt all over this doctor.  I don’t make it to Amen when he finds my g-spot and continues his little circles.  “I apologize for any discomfort. Please do try to relax. It’s not uncommon to feel some sensation. We have seen many different reactions to internal exams, all natural responses from the body.” I take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I relax, thinking this would be done in a second or two. After all, it’s a small, tight area. Sure enough, he’s pulling his finger out of me and snapping off his glove a minute later. I’m breathing a little harder now.  Dr. Iman stands and I can’t help but notice the large bulge in his snug-fitting skinny khakis. “I’m going to submit some swabs to the lab anyway, and then I’ll be back in to check on things.” He leaves and I turn my attention to Nurse Jackson. My thoughts also stay with that bulge in Dr. Iman’s pants and his finger circling my g-spot,  She sits on the stool between my sun-kissed mahogany brown thighs, changes gloves, reaches for wipes, and methodically wipes at creamy wet pussy from my inner lips to out to my inner thighs. Coming back to my clitoris, she swirls a cleanser-dipped cotton swab against one side of my clit, and I catch myself before I jump because I felt something. And it felt good.

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