Miss Rotten-Twat

I went to see an ear nose and throat doctor about my chronic cough.
I showed up at the appointed time and walked into the doctor’s reception area.
The receptionist who looked up to attend to me didn’t look all that bright but she did have nice tits which were on display more than her fellow workers, so I was glad I was being attended to by her for that reason at least. I filled in an information sheet and presented it to her for review. As she read it I perved down her cleavage as I usually do in that sort of situation. She was chewing something I assumed to be chewing gum which was a bit of a turn off for me but she was indeed well endowed and so when it was a toss up between perving at big tits or being repulsed by her chewing, then I decided I could put up with her chewing. I was getting worried that I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would bend down and lick the top of her tits. Luckily someone else came in and shocked me back to my senses. I would have happily licked her tits all over as I waited to see the doctor but sadly she didn’t ask me to and it doesn’t pay to embarrass oneself too early with your doctor or his or her workers. I tried to ignore her chewing and continued to perve. She finished reading and looked up instructing me to take a seat.

I waited for what seemed an age until finally the doctor came out into the waiting room, called my name and led me into his office and offered me a seat. He seemed a pleasant enough fellow. I sat down and told him about my chronic cough. He asked me questions that seemed relevant, making notes as he went along before asking me to come and sit on the examination table. I was told to remove my shirt and he tapped me on the back, tapped me on the front, I was told to breath in and hold it etc and all of the usual investigative manoeuvres doctors go through when doing that sort of inspections of a patients body. He took my pulse at my wrist, he took my pulse at my neck, he took my pulse in my foot (I didn’t know I had a pulse point in my foot. This guy was impressing me more by the second), then he said I have to take your pulse in your penis. I had never heard of that but I tried not to show my ignorance and at his instruction I opened my pants and pulled my undies down slightly and just enough so that my penis and balls just sat on top of them. My penis sat there completely deflated and pathetic and drooping off to one side. Very sad looking it was. He looked down at it and shook his head slowly from side to side, saying “well I can’t take your pulse with it like that, can I?” I guessed that was a rhetorical question and looked up meekly with an almost apologetic look on my face and kept silent. He walked over and opened the office door and called to someone to come in. The woman I had seen at the front desk (the one with the big tits I told you about. Do you remember? Try to keep up here!) walked into the room still chewing on her gum. She wasn’t fazed by me sitting there partially naked on the examination table with my tool and balls sitting there on display. A true professional I thought to myself. He introduced her “This is Miss Mary Jane Rotten-Twat (Rotten-Twat? Sounds German or Austrian I thought) and I will get her to assist me if it is alright with you”. I nodded somewhat curious as to what she was going to do. The next few seconds were remarkably efficient and pleasant as well. Miss Rotten-Twat opened her blouse and dropped her tits out right in front of my face. My penis immediately sprang to attention; the doc took it between forefinger and thumb and took the pulse in the side of my now erect tool. It all took seconds and they obviously had this routine down pat. She had such great tits. They were nice fully clothed when I perved at them out in the reception area but here, right in front of my face and fully naked and round and full and succulent and lickable and suckable….am I going on? My penis was so hard it was hurting and the knob was tight and shiny as she wobbled her tits from side to side. I looked out and around her tits (they were blocking my direct view of the doc’s face) and told him I wasn’t all that keen on a guy taking the pulse in my penis and I would much rather she took it. He ignored me and said nothing and he was a doctor after all I suppose. I looked up at Mary Jane’s face but she was looking up and over my head and at the blank wall in front of her, still chewing like a contented cow munching on regurgitated cud. I instinctively leaned over and opened my mouth trying to land it on one of her nipples but she moved out of range. Mary Jane Rotten-Twat all of this time looked incredibly bored and chewed on her gum though the entire procedure as she held her blouse open and jiggled her tits occasionally in my face, albeit just out of range (the bitch!). The doc chimed in instructing Miss Rotten-Twat ”ok, that will do” and with that she closed her blouse and left the room without saying a word. “Well the circulation in your foot and especially your penis is good” he reported. I didn’t ask what that had to do with my cough as I was still looking to see where Miss Rotten-Twat had gone, leaning out and almost falling off the table.

He told me he wanted to check the firmness of my balls and squeezed each one in turn. “Is that overly tender?” he enquired as he wrapped his hand around one of my testicles and squeezed. I replied “not overly”. He squeezed harder “what about now?”. “no” was my wincing reply as I felt tears forming in the corner of my eyes and felt that hollow feeling you get in your abdomen when something or someone has hit you in the balls by mistake (or not), but then I rethought my reply and blurted out “yes, it’s beginning to hurt”. He said “that’s just as well as it was staring to hurt my hand squeezing that hard”. I was beginning to wonder about this guy, he is an ear nose and throat man after all and despite the fact that my tool does do a lot of my thinking sometimes, my balls just sit there looking dumb, so what useful information could he possible glean from them. He pressed each ball between finger and thumb until it squished out of his finger’s grip and shot across the other side of my scrotum. I was watching on a little concerned and I have to say that it hurt every time he did it but he seemed to be amusing himself as he did it several times and so I winced once again and put up with the pain. I finally blurted out “do you have to keep doing that?” which seemed to jar him back to reality “Oh, sorry. My mind was wandering, I was thinking about something else” he said casually before releasing my scrotum and peeling off the latex gloves and discarding them.

“All right come back and sit down” he said, gesturing me to sit back on the chair beside his desk. He looked at me, there was a short pause and then he said with an almost exasperated tone in his voice “I don’t know what is causing your cough but I suggest that we try hot cum therapy”. “I don’t think I have heard of that before” I replied curiously. It turned out he is a hot cum specialist and has had great success with the process over the years. Hot cum is very healthy for skin and flesh in general, including the flesh in your throat. He explained and I listened intently. Haven’t you ever noticed when you blow your load over a woman’s belly or face or tits or any part of their body that you happen to splash your load on, that they rub it into their skin and seldom just wipe it off in disgust? Haven’t you noticed that when you blow your load into their mouth that they slurp it down eagerly and look for more? Haven’t you noticed that women have pleasant, smooth sounding voices unlike some gruff heterosexual guy’s voice? That’s because they swallow as much cum as they can because they know it’s doing them good. Also, you know how women like a bargain, well the cum we supply them for their facials and skin care is free! Have you ever seen the prices women pay for skin care products?! I don’t suppose you noticed Miss Rotten-Twat’s skin, particularly the skin on her breasts and face. It’s lovely and smooth and healthy. I got the feeling the doc had been giving Miss Rotten-Twat free skin care products and not just externally. Fwoar! I certainly wouldn’t have been able to stop until all of her holes were nice and healthy and she was left in an exhausted heap with skin care products still oozing out of all three holes and possibly her ears for good measure. Oooooh, that’s horny. I want to root Miss Rotten-Twat and now!


But back to what the doc was saying, “Anyway, I think we should try this therapy on your throat. I am a licensed hot cum therapy practitioner and I can perform the procedure right here in my rooms.”
I asked what it entailed and he gave me a brief description of the process which went as follows:
Hot cum is blown directly down your throat.
It must be infused directly onto the larynx at body temp preferably from a penis.
Cum can be harvested and heated and shot down the throat with turkey baster but it is not as reliable as a penis delivery as the semen does degrade with time and temperature loss. Maintaining body temperature is critical and I will feel the hot cum as it is shot down my throat thereby soothing it and reducing my cough. Sounds plausible I thought. Blood types must be compatible to reduce rejection and his and mine are compatible. I can use the turkey baster method but it takes time to prepare whereas the docs cock is available now. Also he tells me I am lucky as he has a load available right now and he can only do three a day as it is very draining.

I agreed with a certain amount of trepidation in my voice which he ignored and he directed me to lie on the examination table with my head out over the end so that I can lay my head back thereby opening my throat to improve breathing. He told me to relax and take some deep breaths for a few minutes while he prepares for the procedure. I was lying there breathing calmly with my head dangling back over the edge of the table looking into the room where everything obviously appeared upside down. The doc went over to the office door again and asked Miss Rotten-Twat to join us once more telling her they are doing another infusion. He shuts the door and I see the doc open his pants and drop them and his undies to the floor before stepping out of them allowing his meat to flop around and to dangle down. He leaves his shirt, tie and tweed sports coat on. It looks strange to see him fully dressed from the waist up and his tie and shirt tails hanging in the breeze. He’s in his late fifties or early sixties and is well hung and it is a gnarly veiny looking lump of meat, reasonably thick and about five or six inches long even in the flaccid condition! The knob seemed about the size of a tennis ball but it probably smaller as I think I was getting a little nervous and my imagination was going wild at that moment. He had to walk slightly bow legged so that he didn’t damage the knob. The knob must have been heavy as it flopped around on the end of his flaccid hose and he busied himself at his desk as we waited for Miss Rotten-Twat to join us. I didn’t know whether it was an optical illusion but his balls seemed enormous. He did say he had been doing this procedure for many years so maybe huge balls are an occupational hazard (?) of producing large amounts of cum on a regular basis. As he is standing reading my notes slightly bent over leaning on his knuckles at his desk his knob swings back and forth banging gently against the edge of the desk. Miss Rotten-Twat came in and closed the door behind her. She took her tits out again but for him this time. They both stood in front of my face, I don’t think it was intentional but they just happened to stand there as she started to pull on his tool. It didn’t respond initially and so she gave it a vigorous flailing about from side to side with the knob bashing on either side of her hand as she leant into it. It finally started to inflate and grew in length considerably. The doc is hung like a horse! Her hands must be small as she had trouble holding onto his horse tool as it was engorged with blood. I could see his hairy balls dangling down and I watched them swing to and fro as she pulled on him. He nonchalantly checked his mobile as she pulled him and he answered a text by the sound of it. Could it be the missus asking him to bring home some groceries for dinner? How cool is this guy, I was getting an erection just watching.

He finally put the phone down and said to her “OK, are we ready?” I was looking upside down and at the back wall of the room listening to them talk when he stepped into my line of sight once again with his now massive tool fully erect and threatening. It cantilevered out from the base of his abdomen, almost horizontal, bouncing under its own weight as he walked, dripping pre-cum out of the eye of the purple coloured fully engorged knob, the whole rig looking about the size of an oncoming Mack truck from my perspective. He turned to talk to her and it swung around from side to side until it slowed and centered itself again. I could see this thing side on, from the massive knob, the veiny thick shaft with the urethra bulge running the entire length of it before the shaft widened out at the base. The hairs were trimmed but still covered the scrotum in its entirety and continued up the base of his shaft for about 2 or 3 centimetres. She nodded to him (I think. Everything is upside down don’t forget) and took his tool in her tiny hand and presented it to my mouth. She surely must have had tiny hands, this thing had grown to about eight inches in length and it couldn’t possibly be that fat (could it?), unfortunately my mouth and throat were about to find out the terrifying truth. He held his tie, shirt tails and sports coat up and aside so he could see my mouth, open and gaping ready to accept his veiny engorged meat. “Tilt your head right back and open wider.” He instructed, sounding something like my dentist. He pushed his knob between my lips. A strange sensation for me as it went “where no knob had gone before”.

I tell a lie there, I once tried a rubber dong in my mouth; it gave me great respect for knob gobblers everywhere, male and female.

Anyway back to my hot cum therapy, I was so looking forward to this procedure curing or at least alleviating my cough. My mouth stretched to accommodate his knob and once inserted I felt it with my tongue. What an interesting shape and texture. I ran my tongue around the edge of the back of the glans while I had the chance as he continued to push his phallus into my mouth heading for my throat. I couldn’t help it and gagged a fair bit. He stopped his invasion of my face to ask if I was ok and told me it was perfectly normal to gag as it is a reflex action and I should just try to breathe normally. I didn’t have the audible facilities to answer and so I gave a thumbs up sign and he replied “good man”. “Lay your head right back to straighten your throat so I can get my instrument (“instrument?” The ultimate medical professional) right to the source of the problem. I could see him crouch to get his tool at the correct height and on the same axis as my throat. I tilted my head back which brought his turkey neck looking hairy ball sac into view once again. His enormous bull like balls were dangling and swinging around when he was aligning his tool but now he was set and pushing his tool in, his sac hurtled closer and closer and grew in size accordingly until it buried my nose and rested against my eyes and everything went dark for a second or two until he withdrew slightly. His sac felt warm against my forehead. I heard him say “you’re doing great. Just breathe normally”, which was easy for him to say.

He was keeping me informed of the process as he proceeded. “I can tell where my phallus is in your throat as its bulging your neck slightly as I penetrate. If I ejaculate in that position it should deliver your infusion to the right spot. I have to thrust a bit now to get myself excited to produce and deliver of your infusion. He started to withdraw and then thrust back in again starting a regular rhythm trying to get to his orgasm. One second his ball sac was hurtling towards me before slapping me between the eyes and then receding back quickly before inevitably slapping me once more between the eyes on the next thrust. I think I will remember that terrifying sight forever. I heard him say at one stage “bring your breasts over closer Miss Rotten-Twat, I have to suck on them to maintain my erection. I don’t want to loose hardness now or we might have to start all over again. I could hear him sucking and slurping away on her tits but it didn’t seem to be having its desired effect. To his credit he hadn’t missed a beat with his thrusting down my throat and I was gagging something fierce, so much so that I was sure they must have been able to hear in the outer office but he was holding me down by my shoulders, leaning on me to support his weight and his violent hip thrusts. “hang in there, you’re doing fine, it wont be long now”, “You will have to digitally stimulate me Miss Rotten-Twat. Do it now!” he said with a raised voice. I could see her move around behind him. “Massage my anus first and then plunge it in” I heard him instructing her. I could see her standing behind him and her hand moving back and forth as she vigorously finger fucked his arse. Obviously torturing him as he was groaning a lot but then he suddenly went quiet briefly and shortly after that he let out a professionally quiet “aaagh” and shot his load. I could feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I expected one mighty explosion of cum but it seemed to go on and on as he pumped his jism down past my tonsils or where they used to be. I could see her other hand squeezing his balls. Once again she must have had small hands as she struggled to hold his entire scrotum in her hand. I could feel his hot cum doing me good (I think). He leant forward on the exam table either side of my torso and his tool fell out of my mouth, limp and spent but still oozing jism that managed to dribble down into my upturned nostrils, down over my eyes and forehead into my hair as his wet, semi rigid, but still full length horse penis rested momentarily against my face. She cleaned him up and then wiped my mouth and face for me, trying in vain to get the few drops of jism out of my hair (I noticed it was still there and had dried and gone crusty by the time I had got home) before he said “thank you Mary Jane, that will be all”. She put her tits away and retired to the outer office still chewing her gum and closed the door behind her. I wonder if she wiped the finger she had in his arse. I suppose she would notice if she picked her nose in the near future.

He dressed and retired to the desk and his seat to make notes and to record the procedure. I sat in the chair beside his desk and waited for him to finish.
You will have to come back every three month for a refill, er sorry I mean a follow up he told me. I asked him if I could do my own. He looked across at me and over his glasses and said that only contortionist can reach their own dicks and they never suffer chronic coughs. By the time they realise they are able to reach their cocks they end up sucking themselves to death and so therefore they don’t have chronic coughs.
He said with a chuckle, lucky you’re not a contortionist eh? (Is it? What a way to go!) I had to think about that. Sort of conundrum for those contortionist guys.

“You’re right,” I said “I can’t reach my cock. I have tried but it is always about 6” away and if I had an average length cock it would be even further away.”

“Yes, I noticed that you were well hung” he commented. Praise indeed from this guy.

It’s a blessing in disguise he says other wise you would have sucked yourself to death years ago. True , true.
We shook hands and he showed me to the door.
Once outside he spoke to one of the receptionists asking her to make an appointment for me for three months time.
“Next patient?” he enquired. “Another infusion doctor” was the reply. I heard him murmur under his breath “Oh, no!” I remembered that he had told me that they were very draining (in more ways than one).
A fellow with a worried look on his face dawdled into his office. Obviously a follow up patient as he seemed to know what was in store for him.
As I stood at the reception desk waiting to pay the bill, I noticed Miss Rotten-Twat disappear into the doc’s office.
There was a reasonable queue at the reception desk and it took time for me to be attended to. After a while I could hear gagging noises coming from the doctor’s office and then shortly after gurgling noises, like someone drowning. Miss Rotten-Twat reappeared shortly after that still rearranging her clothes and closed the door behind her.

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