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Doctor Insatiable Trilogy (Interracial Bundle)
(Jane Snow)

The patient was a male by the name of Lamar.  He was coming in for his annual checkup though there was some notation about how he had to do it as a mandatory requirement.  I wondered if it was for his work.

I headed into one of the open offices and logged into the computer.  After it booted up, I gave Ron a message, letting him know what room I was in.  He responded with a thumbs up emoticon.

After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door and one of the registered nurses poked her head in.  She smiled, gave a small wave and walked in.  "Doctor Hood?"

"Yes.  Is the patient ready?"  I inquired.

"He sure is.  Should I let him in?"  She responded.

I gave her a nod and turned back toward the computer, looking through some notes.  The registered nurse left and within a few more minutes, the door opened again and I heard a couple of footsteps behind me.  I grabbed a nearby pen, turned and gasped.

The nurse was about my height, a little over five feet and was slightly skinnier than me.  Standing next to her was the patient.  He was a beast of a man, standing well over six feet tall, muscles bulging through his white cotton shirt, and his baggy camouflage shorts.  Both the nurse and I probably looked like toys to a man his size.

"Um... Lamar?"  I started, nearly dropping my pen as I stared up at him.

"Hey doc, where's Doctor Roberts?"  Lamar asked as he extended a hand.

"He's uh...  I... um..."  My words continued to dance around as I tried to form a sentence while staring at him.  "I'm Doctor Hood and I'll, I mean, I'm temporarily taking his place for your appointment today," I finally spit out as I extended my hand and shook his.

His massive black hand enveloped my much smaller white one.  He had a firm grip, squeezing my hand gently.  I could tell he was holding back, knowing that his hand could easily compress around mine.

"Oh wow, that's unfortunate," he started.  He paused and looked down at me.  "Not meaning it as an insult.  I recently had a pain and was hoping it would be a private conversation," he continued.

"Don't you worry about that, all doctors share the same confidentiality with patients," I replied as I glanced over at the nurse.

She gave a knowing nod and stepped back out of the room and into the hall, closing the door behind her.  I tapped on the nearby examiner seat as I made my way back to the computer.  He nodded and grunted as he sat on the seat.  There was a loud creaking noise as his full weight pressed down on the poor chair.

"So, anything I say stays in here?"  He inquired.

"Of course Lamar.  And we're in one of the offices further back so the chances of someone even hearing your voice are slim to none," I answered confidently.

Lamar nodded as he lay back on the examination chair.  He glanced over at me nervously.  "So..."  He started.

I turned, holding back a small smile as I watched the big black man nervously squirm.  It was strange watching such a muscular black man cautiously looking at me.  Especially since I could have easily been half his size.

"Well, what's wrong?"  I questioned as I pulled my stool and sat near him.

He scratched his forearm before he let out a small sigh.  "Well... uh, like, I've been feeling some pain uh..."  Lamar paused as he glanced over.  

"Its okay, let it out," I said, trying to be as patient as possible.

"So, last time I talked with doctor Roberts, I told him that I had a pain in this area," he replied, waving his massive right hand over his crotch.

I tilted my head as I pulled up my tablet.  Jon's notes didn't have anything about Lamar feeling pain.  I flipped through the scribbled scanned notes and paused as I saw he had written something on the upper right hand corner of one sheet.  My eyes narrowed as I tried to read his notes.  He had written something about the possibility that his lower abs might be hurt, or possibly even lower; potentially due to an injury from being hit by something.

"Do you play sports?"  I inquired.

"Huh?  Like basketball?"

"Yeah, or football, or any sort of high contact sport?"  I clarified.

"Uh, not that often, maybe sometimes."

"Have you recently been hit in that area?"  I asked as I waved one hand over his lower abs and crotch.

The corner of his lips curled into a small smirk.  "Uh... well, like I was telling doctor Roberts, there's been a lady friend of mine.  She's wild in bed and she might've been hopping a lot.  I mean, it's a long, and I mean long ride," he replied.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.  It was pretty much proven that most males had the same average size penis.  Every man seemed to think theirs was larger in some mysterious and magical way.  "Oh, I'm sure it is," I sighed as I pulled out the stylus to the tablet and scribbled some notes.  Though the notes were more like reminders to have Jon pay for this excruciating experience.

"Other than that, anything else that might have hit you there?"  I questioned.

He scratched his chin as he thought about it.  "There was a cop, he punched me once, but that was a couple weeks ago.  Ain't no way that's still hurting me."

"Interesting.  Well, let's get that shirt up," I said.

He nodded and pulled up his tight white shirt.  I was amazed at his rippling abs.  He had a six pack, if not an eight pack that was clearly visible, with very little to no fat covering it.  Lamar was in tremendous shape.

"I don't see any bruising," I said as my eyes danced around his muscles.

"Maybe cause I'm black," he laughed.

I gave him a small smile as I grabbed a box with latex gloves. After pulling a pair out and putting them on, I pressed my fingers against the top of his abs.  "Does it hurt here?"

He shook his head.  "Nah, it's lower."

My hand slowly ran down the center dip in his abs, gently pressing each time.  I thought I saw something move against his inner right thigh but it could have been the camouflage shorts playing tricks on me.  "Let me know if you feel the pain."

"Nothing yet.  It's definitely lower though," he replied.

My fingers reached the waistband of his shorts.  "Well, is it lower than here?"  I inquired.

"Yeah, it might be.  Do I need to take off my shorts?"  He responded.

"Hm?  No, let's just have you pull it down a bit lower," I replied.

I wondered if I should have called the nurse to grab me a gown for Lamar.  He grunted as he undid the front button of his shorts and unzipped them.  As I heard the zip, I couldn't help but feel a strange warmth in my body.  He pulled down his shorts a bit lower and I let out a small gasp.