The Touch Exam

Doctor Mina motioned for Fred to swivel around to face the back of the declined patient chair. Much to his shock, she straddled the same chair facing him, her skirt riding up to as her thighs gripped the faux leather. Fred **** himself to find something interested in the ceiling to look at while she scooted towards him. The doctor requested his attention by gently pushing his chin down with her ruler until they were eye level.

“Now, the touch exam itself is very simple, but I will use the results to explain our study. Ready?”

Before Fred could reply with any of his burning questions, Doctor Mina gently wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, sending a shock of electricity up to his brain. Her hand was warm and her grip was firm. She ran her thumb gently along a vein, tracing it with awe in her breath.

“I can’t fully wrap my fingers around it… and this vein is larger than my… wow…”

Fred could barely hear her as he shuddered from her touch. She brought her hand up only a fraction of the length and a full spurt of viscous precum shot from the tip and landed on her arm.

“Oh, did you…?” she began.

“I’m sorry!” Fred blurted. “That was precum. This whole thing has been kind of a lot and, well…”

Doctor Mina let out a laugh. “Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I thought maybe you orgasmed, that’s all. I don’t mind getting messy.” As if to prove it, she continued to gently stroke his cock from the base, teasing out more shots of precum.

Fred gasped and squirmed in her grip, one of his hands instinctively reaching to stop hers. The doctor used her free hand to intercept his arm, gently lacing her fingers through his as if to reassure him that she should be in control. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the cock in her hand and the **** eyes of her patient. Her motions were covering maybe a quarter of Fred’s entire length, but he was helpless against her.

Suddenly, her hand stopped moving. His cock continued to throb with beads of precum, but the majority of his ejaculate coated his length and Doctor Mina’s hand. She pulled her fingers away, admiring the clear webs crossed among them.

“Wow… I suppose that explains the size of your testes. Ideal for breeding.” The doctor casually let go of her patient’s hand and picked up the ruler. “Now that the touch exam made your penis fully engorged, I can explain the results of my study so far.”

She propped his swollen cock up with her sticky, messy hand and placed the ruler beside it. Fred was stared at her through half-lidded eyes, still recovering from the ****. She noticed his mental absence and impatiently squeezed the shaft of his member. “Look down here. See this number? This is far, far above what I found as the average in my own studies. It’s about double, actually. What does this mean, practically?”

She picked up her sharpie and marked on the ruler where the tip of Fred’s cock reached. However, due to the precum oozing from his tip, the marking quickly became smeared and ineligible. The doctor looked at the mess on her hands and sighed. As a woman of science, though, she quickly moved on to another solution.

“Here,” she said, leaning back on the reclined chair. “This will help me demonstrate the importance of our results.” She simultaneously shimmied her skirt down and untucked her shirt, suddenly revealing her pale, toned stomach. Fred could not hide his reaction to the display in front of him. Her lace panties were visible behind the dark pantyhose encircling her hips. Her skin looked like white marble under the fluorescent light, as if she were a statue posing for a long-dead sculptor.

Doctor Mina tossed the ruler and gestured to Fred with her sharpie. He followed her impatient directions until his legs were touching hers and his cock was dangling over her bare stomach.

“There,” she said, gently pulling his cock toward her. She placed the base right where her entrance was hidden, and pressed the rest of the length against her skin. “This is how far you would be inside me.”

Fred stared down dumbly, watching the head of his cock twitch well past her navel. He still did not understand what she was demonstrating.

“Here, look,” Doctor Mina said. She drew a horizontal line on her belly about halfway up the length of his cock. “This is where the average is for my sample of men. I’m half-Korean and half-Chinese, so let’s write this down…” She penned “Korean/Chinese” next to the line impressively well considering it was upside down for her. She tapped the line. “This is not deep enough to efficiently breed me. Or most women, for that matter. Penises that reach this maximum depth are unlikely to reach the cervix with their ejaculate and are also less likely to produce much given their size.

“Now this…” she brought the sharpie up to where the head of Fred’s cock was slowly dripping precum onto her upper torso. “…this is where you reach. At this depth, you are guaranteed contact with the cervix and have increased probability of breeding considering the volume of your testes. Additionally, since your size is more likely to bring me to orgasm, my body will naturally become more receptive to your seed. So, what should we write next to this line?” She stared down at the difference between the two lines, then back up to Fred expectantly, like a teacher waiting for an answer.

“Uh… white cock?”

She blushed, as if flustered by the bluntness. “Yes, it would be white co—well, caucasian men.” She wrote the words next to the line. “This is what my studies largely found, and this is the subject of the research project for my students. This—“ She tapped the tip of his cock playfully, making it slap against her slick stomach. “—is what I want them to see.”

Fred moaned as another rope of precum cleared her breasts and delivered a helping to her parted lips. She did not even flinch as the ejaculate smeared her face. She only licked her lips, lost in thought.

Fred had to apologize. “I didn’t mean to, I should’ve moved. I’ll just get off the chair. I’m sorry Miss—I mean, Doctor Mina.”

Just as he was lifting his cock from her stomach, he saw her eyes light up. “Another learning opportunity, perfect! My students should see the last part of the sensory exam. This is the whole point, isn’t it?”

She used one of her small hands to lift Fred’s cock as if to use it for presentation. Her other hand attempted to lift his balls, but they spilled over her spread fingers.

“Yes, they’ll want to see this. I’ll call them in here for the oral sensory exam.”