I've never been masturbated by an M.D., and I've fantasized about it many times. When I do, I often have someone—actually, two someones—in mind.
What follows is a fantasy based on an actual experience with two professional women (not M.D.s, but in the health field) who examined me while I was on my back, naked from the waist down, with one of women touching and holding my genitals.
I often think of them, and of how close, in my mind, this came to actually being masturbated in a clinic. (I moved this post from the thread on “masturbated by a doctor?”, which has gone in a different direction.)
Everything written here is what actually happened, until after the phrase, “smoothed in the cream.”
I had gone to see ‘Serena,’ an aesthetician who offered therapeutic massage as a sideline. I needed her advice on treating what was then dry skin to either side of my scrotum. Serena had me strip from the waist down, then lie down on her exam table belly up, with my knees up and my legs spread, so she could examine the whole area.
(I had quite a history with Serena. After I had been her client for massage for about a year, she began the practice of ending each of my massages by touching her finger to her lips (her assistant was working just outside the massage room), taking away the towel, and masturbating me to orgasm. She would then bring hot washcloths and bathe my penis and lower belly. She said that she considered this a normal, caring service to provide to those of her clients she trusted, and that it was fine with her as long as I didn't cry out when I came. She didn't want her assistant to know she was masturbating clients. I was happy to obey Serena's instructions.)
But on this occasion, I wasn't there for massage. As Serena moved lamps to shine on that area of my body, and cupped my nutsack, moving it from side to side to check out the dry skin, she looked thoughtful and said (still with her hands on my crotch), “This is really interesting. Would you mind if I brought in my assistant, to show her, too?”
That was just fine with me.
Serena was only gone for a minute. The door re-opened, bright light spilled into the examination room, and the two women came in and closed the door. Serena's assistant was a lovely young lady in her mid-twenties, with curly black hair, a pert nose, and a slightly embarrassed smile. Serena introduced her as “Susan.”
I don't think I'd ever before said “Nice to meet you” to anyone while she was dressed and I was naked from the waist down, but there's a first time for everything. Susan smiled again, and pretended not to notice when my floodlit cock stirred and lolled to the side, of its own accord.
Susan watched as Serena smoothed my nutsack out of the way on one side, pointing out the dry skin, then palmed my genitals entirely, penis as well as scrotum, to move everything out of the way to show the young lady the other side. Then she followed up by smoothing moisturizing cream into each crease, holding my cock and balls out of the way as she did so, still as her assistant watched closely. (Though Serena manipulated my genitals to expose the areas in question, she made no effort to conceal them. The young lady could see everything.)
I wondered whether Serena was mixing a little bit of fun with business.
It was quite an experience, to have two ladies (one of them just in her twenties), examining my crotch. And given my history with Serena, it was no surprise that my cock started stiffening. I had started getting hard even before Serena began touching and manipulating me, to show her assistant the dry skin, and to smooth on the cream.
Of course, I began to fantasize that Serena might—for once!—break with tradition, and begin stroking and masturbating me with a witness. This made my cock even harder.
But neither of the ladies seemed to mind.
As Serena smoothed in the cream, I desperately hoped she would finish by touching my erection, giving it one light preliminary stroke, then saying something like, “Well, Parker, this is an exam and treatment… but you're very obviously in need of a release. Susan has seen everything anyway. Just this once, if nobody minds, let me give you a climax.”
I wanted Serena to masturbate me, as she had so many times before (in partial darkness and in private.) But this time, it would be under the lamps, with her blushing assistant watching, as Serena began our ritual.
Serena would put lube on her fingertips, caress my anus, and insert first one, and then two lubed fingers into my rectum. (This was an ‘appetizer’ Serena and I both enjoyed.) She would slide her fingers in and out of me, twisting a little, each time (it always burned a little, but felt delightful), then withdraw her fingers and wipe them clean. Then she would wipe my anus, and prepare for the main event. Serena would begin her strokes to my cock, in earnest.
As the sweet tension swelled, for once I could roll my hips, without worrying about whether her table might creak.
Serena would place her left hand on my bare tummy, and with her right, keep those strokes coming.
Finally, Serena would begin to squeeze my cock during each stroke (her habitual signal that it was time to finish.)
And for once, I could freely groan out loud, as I came.
Then perhaps both of them would use those hot washcloths, to bathe me.
But alas, that didn't happen. When the treatment was complete, Serena wiped off the excess cream (as Susan continued watching), then she said those dreaded words, “OK, we're all done. You can get dressed now.”
The cream worked as advertised, much to my disappointment. I was hoping for a follow up exam, with the assistant taking the lead.
That was a long time ago, and I've since moved out of the area.
But I still see them in my dreams…