My New Doctor

Another pure fiction story from Sureshot.   My name is Dan Campbell. I'm a 29 year old male, 6'2" and 200. I work our 4 days a week to keep in shape, and I'm single. I work for a  Midwestern software company that just got bought out by a larger  conglomerate. My job was retained since my skills and quite necessary  in writing software for many, many applications. Shortly after we were  bought out, a memo arrived via our internal e-mail system that we were  going to get new medical providers. All of us, male and female, were to  report to our assigned provider at the date included in the e-mail. I  was to go to the office of a Dr. Sarah Ferguson whose office was quite  near a large medical center/research facility in our city.   The day for my appointment came and I arrived on time. I was met at the sliding glass window by a smiling face of one Andrea, as her badge  indicated. She was wearing a lab coat that wasn't hiding much. My mind  undressed her right then and there. She handed me a clipboard and told  me which pages needed to get filled out. So, for the next twenty  minutes I was giving my medical history once again. When I was finished  I took the clipboard back to Andrea and she told me to have a seat and  that Victoria would call for me shortly.   I grabbed a Sports Illustrated and began reading intently. Exactly ten minutes later the door opened and Victoria called for me. She stopped  me in my tracks! What true beauty! Long black hair cascaded down her  shoulders. She had eyes that could melt steel and legs that went on  forever. She, too, was clad in a lab coat with a stethoscope around her  neck and her name tag over the pocket. I did the routine of height and  weight and Victoria ushered me into an examination room. I expected  Spartan conditions, but was mildly surprised to find a very comfortable  atmosphere with carpeted floors, a larger-than-usual room, paintings  adorned the walls, and indirect lighting gave the room a different  ambiance.  Victoria told me to sit on the exam table and she sat in a  chair facing me. I nearly creamed my pants when she crossed her legs  and grabbed her computer to begin inserting my information. She had  thigh highs and I was certain she wasn't wearing panties. Her ample  cleavage excited me as I dreamed about what she looked like with no  coat on.   After all my information was entered into the computer, Victoria said she was going to take some vitals. So, she took my temperature and  blood pressure and recorded them in the computer. "Now," she said with  a smile, "let's get you undressed so I can get some more information  about you for Dr. Ferguson. So, I'll help you undress." I was taken  back, but wasn't about to resist! She undid the buttons of my  long-sleeved shirt. Then, after a peck on the lips, began unbuttoning  my shirt. She pulled it from my pants and hung it on a hanger. She then  produced a take and measured my chest and waist and recorded them in  her little computer. She then took off my shoes and socks and put them  neatly under a chair. "Now, lay back and let me get these pants off of  you," she said coyly. After another peck on the lips I lay back and she  deftly opened my belt, clasp and zipper. "Raise your butt off the table  a bit, Dan," she ordered. I complied and my pants were soon on another  hanger, neatly hung. I couldn't help myself, but I was nearing half  staff with my cock. Seeing my predicament, Victoria said, ‘Don't worry,  I'll be gentle!" I raised my butt again and my boxers were history.   Her tape measure was again in her hands and she measured my semi-hard cock and wrote the results in her computer. "Now, Dan, Dr. Ferguson  also wants your dimensions erect, so just close your eyes and let your  cock get hard. It's OK. I know what I'm doing" And with that she took  my cock in her hand and stroked it a few minutes and it was like a  piece of rigid steel. She took her measurements, entered them in the  computer, and came over to me and gave me more than a peck on the lips.  "Dr. Ferguson will be in shortly," she said and left.  I sat up and  looked for something to cover my now-erect cock when the door opened  and Dr. Ferguson entered. WOW! What a looker! She was 35 as I later  found out, and the proud owner of a 36D rack. She had athletic legs and  sizeable calves. She shook my hand and said, "Don't worry about  covering yourself, honey, for I understand!" What she meant by that I  would later find out.   She reviewed my chart, asked me a few questions about my health and about my work environment. She checked my ears, eyes, nose, reflexes,  and then ordered, "Stand up!" She sat down and I got a better look at  her ample cleavage, as she, too was wearing a lab coat. She put on a  rubber glove and ordered me to turn my head and cough, which I did. One  side, then the other. "OK, now what all men hate. Bend over and spread  your legs wide. With her gloved hand she inserted a finger into my  rectum to do a prostate check and with the other grabbed my cock and  stroked it. "Smooth on the left side and smooth on the right side. You  have a very healthy prostate gland. She grabbed a handful of tissues  and cleaned away the KY jelly from my ass.  She wrote her findings into  the computer and again sat down and crossed her truly gorgeous legs.   "Dan, I am also a research scientist at the research facility next door. I am currently doing research into more genetics since the DNA code has  been broken. I have a grant for my work and was wondering if you would  be willing to become a part of my work. Here's what is involved. I need  two sperm samples every day for a month to track quantity for men in  your age bracket. Twice a day one of my staff will collect samples,  preferably mornings and late afternoon or early evening, no later than  7pm. If you decide to help out, I'll give you a diet you need to follow  to a "T." Once the samples have been tested, they will be destroyed.  What do you say? Are you willing to help me out?" Sarah asked.   "I have a few questions. I' never heard of anything like this before, but I guess research is research. Just how will the samples be  collected? And, do you work for a fertility clinic who'll freeze my  sperm and sell it on the open market? I asked.  "The human genome  project has many, many caveats, mine is just one of them. I suspect  that I can be of help to other researchers along the way. You can read  my thesis if you want, but it's full of technical jargon. You asked how  the samples will be collected. That's your call. There are four of us,  myself included, who will collect the samples. You can either have us  get it by hand, by mouth, or by vaginal sex. And, NO! I don't sell your  semen to clinics as that would be an invasion of your privacy!" Sarah  said.  "So, what's your answer?"  "I'll do it!" I said with a huge  smile on my face.  "OK, then, Victoria will be in soon for the first  collection." And with that she patted my now-flaccid cock and left the  room.   In five minutes Victoria entered the room and turned the lights down to a more romantic level. "I'm glad you decided to be a part of the  project. Dr. Ferguson is quite picky about who gets in. Right now,  you're the first on! Now, why don't you help me out of this lab coat. I  know from the look of your face a while ago that you couldn't wait to  see what's underneath!"  O stood up and slowly undid every button. Her  gentle hand had my cock in it and was stroking it erect. I walked  behind her and removed the coat, grabbed a hanger, and hung it on the  hook. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I massaged one  handful after another of her 36D breasts. Then she ordered me to touch  her pussy and I found it to be quite wet. "You have me so hot, Dan, so  why don't you put that cock where it will do both of us some good!" she  said. Before Victoria lay down on the table she grabbed a beaker from a  cabinet and said, "Remember, now, Dan, you MUST cum in this!" "I'll do  my part," I said. Victoria lay down on the exam table and put her feet  into the stirrups. "I want that lovely cock in my wet pussy NOW, Dan!"  She said. And, standing up, I pushed myself in to the hilt. "Now fuck  me good, Dan, fuck me good!" She whispered into my ear. And I proceeded  to give that pussy a thrashing. "Yesyesyesyesyes! And Oh, that's good"  was all I heard. "Cum for me, Dan, cum for Victoria. Fill that beaker  to the brim!" And with that I was at the brink, took the beaker and  shot wad after wad into that glass jar. After I'd finished Victoria got  up, knelt down, and sucked my cock dry. She left the room and said  she'd return, which was only a moment later. A wet cloth in hand, she  cleaned my cock, gave me a deep kiss, and said, "Well done! Dr.  Ferguson is delighted with the sample!" Now stay here till she turns  you loose. And we'll see you again after 5pm tonight. She buttoned the  last button of her lab coat and left.   Shortly thereafter, Dr. Ferguson herself entered, smiled at me, and said, "Your first sample was exquisite, Dan. There was so much volume  and thousands of swimming sperm. You just might go down in research  history. Now, we'll see you after five tonight. Just come to the back  door and Andrea will let you in. One of us will make your second  collection!" With that she gave me a kiss, told me to dress, and cum  back later. How does the saying go, "Will horses couldn't keep me  away?"