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 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 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 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.

She takes another dipped swab, pulls my clitoral hood up and around dabbing gently as she goes round and round. My legs stiffen a little in the stirrups. There's no question I'm regaining sensation right now. Fuck that feels good. I try to keep my face relaxed but can't help my deeper breaths. She takes another swab and begins to swirl it against the other side of my clit. 

Nurse Jackson looks up into my eyes, a little furrow in her brow as she swirls it gently, one hand holding my clitoral hood up. She circles the swab a little and I have no choice but to look away, but I feel my eyelids flutter and my thighs tremble as I look to the ceiling. I rearrange my face to neutral and I look back down to find the nurse's brow furrowed even more as she looks right into my eyes and applies more pressure. 

"Relax Ms. Williams. Let me know if there's any discomfort or you want me to stop Ms. Williams. I just want to make sure it's thoroughly cleansed before the next application." She continues to dab and now alternately swirl the cotton swab, now just wet from my juices, against different sides of my clit. I relax as told and close my eyes. A small moan escapes my lips. I open my eyes quickly to see if Nurse Jackson heard me, and find her face very close to my pussy, mask below her nose as she continues cleaning the numbing cream off. Surprised, I close my eyes back quickly before she notices I've seen her. 

I can feel my pussy get wetter and I know the nurse has to see this, nor can she miss my trembling legs. I'm barely holding my moans as the pleasure she's causing builds up inside me.  

"Ms. Williams?" I feel her breath on my pussy. 

I open my eyes, looking down between my spread legs, and see the nurse with her mask down around her neck, mouth open, tongue sitting on her plush bottom lip. Her breasts rise and fall heavily in her neat scrub top. She reaches for a bib and tucks it into her top. Our eyes meet and her eyes ask a silent question that I think I answer aloud. 

"Yes, please."  

I was expecting those plush, warm lips to close in on my pussy, but she instead begins to assertively work two gloved fingers into my tight, wet pussy. Her fingers slide in easily and suddenly her mouth is covering my whole pussy above her finger and her tongue begins long, slow licks up and down my creamy wetness.

Her lips flutter around my pussy as she uses them to massage my pussy while her tongue works slowly and deliberately into every delicate crevice of my juicy black pussy. I both hear and feel the vibration of her moans as she cleans my pussy thoroughly, and oh so slowly with her attentive mouth. With her free hand, she finds one of my hands and places my hand on the top of her head. I dig my fingers into her straightened shoulder-length brown hair. The nurse begins to twist her two fingers inside of me at my g-spot and I at once feel the urge to pee. I know it just means I'm not far from squirting.  

The door startles me and I yell out, "Don't come in!" I see the bottom of Dr. Iman's loafers stop inside the room as he closes the doors but stays behind the curtain. I try not to cry out as Nurse Jackson crooks her fingers at eleven and one rhythmically. My orgasm is building quickly. 

"I had a peek at your cultures under the microscope and the lab ran all relevant tests. Everything came back clean and clear Ms. Williams. I believe we just have a case of overstimulation. Your clitoris is extremely aroused, thus very firm and sensitive to the touch. Ms. Williams, your clitoral nerves just need a little rest. Nurse Jackson, reapply a layer of the same numbing cream. " 

He pauses. The only sounds in the room are Nurse Jackson's wet kissy sounds as she slowly sucks on and swirls her tongue around my clit, finger fucking me steadily. Dr. Iman continues as I hear the jingle of a belt. 

"Gentle stimulation is fine as long as you are not in any way uncomfortable to the touch. Wash this application off in six hours, rinse thoroughly and reapply once more." I hear his zipper behind the curtain, but his feet do not move. 

This beautiful black nurse is eating the hell out of my black pussy, and I can't hold my moans in any longer. Pressing her head deeper into my pussy, I grind my pussy into her mouth, now writhing helplessly as my orgasm approaches.  

My pussy clenches her fingers so tight, they're forced in front of each other 

Only slick wet sounds and the steady flap of the curtains comes from where the doctor is standing, still out of sight. 

"Oh my fucking god, you gonna make me cum nurse. I'm about to cum all inside your juicy lips. Fuck yea-aaah, I'm cummiing. Fuucck yesss." I see stars and begin crying as my pussy squeezes a stream of girl ejaculate right onto the nurse's bib and my body explodes in a delicious series of orgasms that roll quickly and intensely from my dripping pussy to my extremities.

Nurse Jackson comes to stand next to me and leans in to cradle my head in her arms, rubbing my hair while I catch my breath. She looks tenderly into my eyes and my lips part. She moves in and my lips meet with the sweet taste of my own pussy on her full lips. I trace her lips with my tongue, and we kiss and share my taste, brushing against and sucking on each other's plush lips.  

The rapid rustle of the curtains distracts the both of us, breaking our heady kiss. The curtain is flapping forward where Dr. Iman's dick would be when suddenly he is standing on his tippy toes groaning out. 

"Oh shit, here it comes. Ooh, ooh, oohh goddamn." He gasps for air as he comes and still continues to work his dick furiously, making the curtain twitch crazily as streams of cum hit it with small thumps. He is cumming so fucking hard, it made my pussy jump, arousing me all over again. 

By now, Nurse Jackson has both her hands under my gown, firmly caressing and squeezing my small breasts and rubbing down my stomach, coming back up to my breasts. It fills my body with a delicious tingly warmth, blending soothingly in with my waning orgasmic pussy pulsing. I can only look up at her with a satisfied smile on my face, eyes glazed over, face streaked with dried tears. She leans down to kiss me, pulls up her mask, and then stands up. 

"I'm going to apply that layer of numbing cream for you now Ms. Williams. Remember not to wash it off for another six hours, then rinse and reapply it once more." She turns to the cum roped curtain.  

"I can take it from here Dr. Iman. I'll take the curtain down and blame it on a spilled drink." I see his feet shift and imagine he is tucking his dick back into his pants. He walks over to the sink where I finally see him, face flushed, as he washes his hands. 

He stands for a moment watching Nurse Jackson apply the new layer of cream before declaring, "Everything looks great here Nurse Jackson. Ms. Williams, we'll do a follow-up in two weeks. If you have any questions or concerns before then, feel please free to directly email me or Nurse Jackson through the patient portal or give the office a call. Have a great day, I hope you get to feeling better." He makes a measured exit and closes the door quietly behind him.  

I nod and she changes gloves and cleans my dripping pussy with a large cleansing wipe thoroughly. Thankfully the pre-sneeze feeling in my clitoris seems to have disappeared, and now I am just horny again.

She applies a new layer numbing cream professionally and instructs me to get dressed and head out to the checkout desk. I thought she was going to leave but she takes my arms and helps me down out of the stirrups and helps dress me all the way to my sandals, making sure I have all my personal effects. She does all of this tenderly with a little smile. I smile back at her wondering if anything like this will ever happen again. 

"Here's your checkout paper," she hands me a long-form. "And my phone number. Let's hang out sometime," she says sliding her card with her personal cell written on the back into my back pocket, giving my butt a little squeeze.  

"Most definitely," I say as I follow her sashaying hips and big butt out to the checkout desk where she waves and turns down another hall.  

I don't know what a specialist would have done, but my family medicine office seems to have my issue in hand. I wonder what the follow-up visit would bring.