1. Lollipop For A Good Boy


    Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: JoAnneWiley, Rating: 22, Source: LushStories

    three,” she said. Holy shit! “And” “Forty-two.” “And?" “One-forty-four.” “Anf?” “And, I’m not telling you my bra size!” She straightened, then said, “I ski in winter and play tennis in summer. Now, if there are no more questions, lay back and let me get on with it or you won’t get a sucker.” “Doctors still give out lollipops?” Tim asked. “I've tutti-fruity, but only for good boys. Lay back and let me see what all the girls are raving about.” Tim dropped his head and watched as she stooped over the sink to wash. He wondered what she might look like in one of those tennis outfits. The men at her tennis club must love it. He let his eyes drift from her arched body to the far wall and a poster of a “cut-away” woman, her reproductive organs neatly labeled. Anna's hand was on his leg. The front of the smock was unceremoniously pushed above his waist. Nudging his knees apart with a hip and moving his penis aside, she cradled his scrotum. The room went very still. Anna felt a little shock of surprise as her fingers closed around the lone testicle. “You've only got one,” she breathed. “Uh-huh,” he confided, turning his gaze. She shook herself, focused. “Trauma?" "Trauma?" "Yes. Accident? Physical abuse? Medical procedure?" she asked bluntly. "No." She lowered her eyes, cupped him and thought about the consequences. She ran her thumb and forefinger along his good testicle; she found the surface silky and smooth and instinctively closed her hand. He found her touch gentle. She was ...
    studying his genitals. He liked the attention; being exposed and carefully examined. His limp penis rolled off his belly. Anna gently lifted it. He felt the tingling sensation. He felt so naked under her gaze and he studied the “cut-away-lady” in an effort to control the hormones that threatened to stiffen his cock. “This one seems fine,” Anne straightened, his scrotum still in her hand. “But we need to find the other one. An impacted testis could become cancerous.” He desperately wanted to say something funny, to make light of the situation. “You may feel some discomfort.” He racked his neck, tried to steady his voice. “You do this kind of work often?” he asked. Her eyes puzzled. “I do have a few male patients,” she said. “And my ex didn’t have any complaints, at least not in this department.” And unbelievably, she gave him a playful squeeze. Not exactly professional! “I'd like to find that errant testis. You ok?” “I guess.” “Just relax.” She slid onto her stool and rolled between his knees. She held his penis in her left hand and began to probe the flesh with an extended finger where his scrotum hung from his abdomen. It was slow, exacting work. But Anna was good. She probed the perimeter, working her finger under the skin and into the abdominal cavity, exploring with a delicate touch. Her face was so close he could feel her breath on the inside of his leg; a wisp of hair tickled his skin. Her ministrations slowly got to him and though he was madly trying to think good thoughts, ...
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