Nursing applicant

My name is Xiaoyu. I just turned 22 in January.

Last summer, I graduated from nursing school and started working at a Grade II Class A hospital in a certain city. I was selected as an assistant by a head of surgery, and the salary was quite high.

But now, looking back, I have some questions about the medical examination they conducted at the hospital.

Here's what happened: After graduation, my classmates and I all submitted our resumes to various hospitals.

According to industry practice, to become a nurse, you must first pass a medical examination.

Of course, if you have an infectious disease, you can't take care of patients! The person who examined me was the head of surgery who is now my assistant.

As agreed, I arrived at the hospital early on July 5th at noon.

It was already quite hot in July, so I wore a loose t-shirt and a knee-length skirt for the examination.

To avoid embarrassment during the surgical examination, I wore a pair of boxer shorts over my underwear, and I also wore a conservative bra with full coverage straps.

The hospital was quite well-equipped; every office had a high-powered air conditioner.

I opened the door to the head of surgery's office and went inside, only to find that the head hadn't arrived yet; he was probably out making his rounds.

There were already six girls in the office, two of whom were my classmates, and I didn't recognize the other five.

I chatted with the two classmates for a while, and then another girl arrived, presumably also there for an interview.

A little while later, the head doctor arrived. I saw that he was an elderly doctor in his fifties with slightly graying hair, wearing glasses, and with fair skin; he seemed like a very refined person.

I couldn't help but feel a little fondness for him.

The head doctor said, "Our hospital is recruiting nurses for surgery, but there's only one opening.

All eight of you girls will have your physicals checked today. If everything goes well, we'll select the best candidates. Because the other doctors are quite busy lately, the hospital has put me in charge."

I couldn't help but think to myself, "So it's one in eight. My chances seem rather slim. "

Upon entering the examination room, the head doctor said, "First, we'll have a full-body checkup, which you all learned about in vocational school, right?

Yes, it's about the limbs, spine, and so on.

You'll all be doctors in the future; medicine is sacred, and doctors only see organs.

I hope you can set aside gender boundaries.

Now, take off all your outer clothes, leaving only your bras and underwear. Take your examination forms and line up for my examination."

We looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

Although we were all usually quite carefree in the dormitory, facing a strange male doctor in his fifties made me a little shy.

I glanced at the other seven girls; they were all about my age. One girl, who looked like she had just graduated from vocational school, had two cute pigtails and seemed even younger than me.

I thought to myself, "This hospital is really unethical; they're letting a male doctor examine so many young girls!" As

I hesitated about whether to take off my clothes, one of the girls started to.

I hardened my heart, thinking, "It's not like I'm completely naked. It's the 21st century; I'm not an old-fashioned person."

I took them off! At that moment, eight girls, led by someone, took off their outer clothes, trousers, or skirts one by one.

The director seemed quite satisfied, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

Looking around, the eight young girls' semi-naked bodies gleamed with a snowy sheen.

My underwear was the most conservative; I was still wearing boxer shorts.

The eight girls' fair faces were slightly flushed, and they couldn't help but secretly observe each other's underwear styles.

"Hey, you, yes, you!"

I looked at the director in surprise as he called to me, "Take off your outer shorts! Do you still want to check? What a hassle."

The others also cast slightly disdainful glances my way.

I stole glances at the others; some of their underwear was quite revealing, and one girl was even wearing shorts with a slightly lace-trimmed, see-through front, with only the bottom double-layered to cover her private parts.

I thought I could wear safety shorts for the check, but I was afraid of getting hot, so I was wearing a thong underneath! The director was very impatient, and for the sake of my job and my future, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and take off my boxer shorts.

When the director saw my thong, his eyes seemed to light up.

He said, "We doctors see this every day, you don't need to be embarrassed.

It's not good to examine the coccyx while wearing that."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, it's my fault."

I quickly apologized, adjusting my thong to try and cover my private parts.

The doctor had the young girls wearing only bikinis walk up to his chair one by one.

"Stand up straight! Arms straight! Legs straight! Bend over! Turn around, bend over!"

Even worse, he would reach out and stroke the girls' hands, legs, and backs, all the way down to the base of their spine, which is the buttocks.

He would also make them bend over in front of him. He would

even make them turn around and bend over with their buttocks facing his face.

Oh no, my pants wouldn't cover anything, and my large bra would definitely be exposed when I bent over! The girl in front of me was wearing transparent underwear. Watching the doctor examine us, we stuck our tongues out at each other.

"Next, Xia Xue!"

"Oh..."

Finally, it was the girl in front of me's turn.

The doctor had her do a few movements, touching her hands and legs, and when she bent over, I noticed her bra was a little loose. As a result, even from the side, I could see Xia Xue's pink nipple on the right side. The doctor casually looked at her for a while before telling her to straighten up.

"Turn around and bend over!"

Xia Xue slowly complied.

It was then that I realized that while the front of her transparent panties was double-layered, the back was almost completely transparent! Her buttocks were clearly displayed to this strange male doctor I had only met less than 10 minutes ago! Even worse, because she bent over so forcefully, not only were her fair and tender buttocks almost completely exposed, but I could also see her dark pubic hair through the transparent panties at the back! Although I was very nervous, the doctor still called my name.

Finally, it was my turn. I really wanted to grab my clothes and run away! But then I thought, what about my work! I had no choice but to grit my teeth and walk up to the doctor.

He also had me do various movements in the same way, while occasionally stealing glances at my narrow thong.

This thong was way too small; the crotch area was just a narrow strip of fabric, and the back was practically a thin thread! I wore it under my safety shorts to stay cool and didn't want it to show, but who would have thought I'd have to take them off too! I didn't dare look at the doctor or at my own underwear. I felt like my pubic hair was popping out with every movement, and that tiny piece of fabric barely covered my labia majora… I felt my face burning, and I felt like the girls behind me were pointing and whispering. I

just mechanically followed the doctor's instructions to bend over and stretch my legs.

After looking at the front, the doctor still made me turn around. I thought, "That's it… the thin thread in the back won't cover anything!" The doctor's hand moved down from my neck, but it felt incredibly slow, more like a caress than a physical exam… When he passed the straps of my underwear, I felt his fingers subtly pull them down a little, until he reached the top of my buttocks.

But I didn't dare pull it up any further, afraid he'd laugh at me for being naive.

Whatever, I thought, so be it, I'll just have to see! I was reckless, hoping he'd finish the examination quickly so I could put my clothes back on.

"Bend over, hey, I'm talking to you!" Just as

I was lost in thought, the head doctor gave me another order.

"Okay!"

I bent over with all my might.

You can imagine what I felt then—a 22-year-old girl who'd never even been in a relationship, now exposing my bare buttocks to a strange male doctor, my snow-white buttocks exposed except for a thin line.

While medicine may transcend gender, doctors do have genders, even if this man's age rivals my father's! I thought angrily, "This old guy got off easy this time. If he hadn't only hired one assistant, I wouldn't be showing him my buttocks so naked!" Not to brag, but looking around, while I wasn't the prettiest girl in the room, I seemed to have the best figure and the fairest skin.

Perhaps for this reason, I felt the doctor was taking an unusually long time to examine me.

Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on my buttocks, and I remembered the little movements the doctor had made when he touched my spine. I thought, now my thong must be a little loose and sagging, and that damn thin thread at the back must be bent. Wouldn't he be able to see my anus, my pubic hair, and my labia minora completely? But that wasn't my biggest worry at the moment. My biggest worry was whether he would smell the odor from my anus! His face was less than 10 centimeters away from my buttocks! I gasped softly in fright. He smiled

and said, "Don't be afraid, let's do a full examination.

I felt something wrong with your breasts earlier, so I'll take a look at them too." As he spoke

, he rubbed my entire breast with both hands.

I was stunned with fear. I was afraid that I had a breast disease and the hospital would refuse my job request, and on the other hand, I was afraid he was assaulting me. While I was worrying, I noticed a strange change in my breasts. My nipples, which had been soft, hardened, becoming increasingly hard with the friction between my breasts and his hands. I felt a surge of sexual desire and pleasure! Although I'm a well-behaved girl at home and school, I've masturbated before. This urge, this wicked pleasure, was a hundred times stronger than the pleasure I felt from masturbation! Imagine a virgin, in a strange place, stripped down to a thong that barely covers her labia majora and could easily reveal her pubic hair, having her breasts, which no one has ever seen before, rubbed by a strange man, while a crowd of rivals gathers outside. The feelings at that moment are extremely complex.

Fortunately, the doctor only touched her for about half a minute before stopping, saying, "It's alright, do more chest-expanding exercises in the future."

At that moment, I noticed a faint trace of fluid on my thong.

I've had vaginal lubrication before when masturbating, but this time it seemed much stronger, even leaving a wet stain on my underwear.

My face flushed red, and I said, "Is everything alright? Hehe."

At that moment, the doctor released my hands, stood up, looked at my slightly red and swollen breasts, then at my snow-white thighs, and perhaps inadvertently noticed the changes in my underwear. He said, "I only touched your spine earlier; now I need to check the skin on your back."

He had me kneel face down and began to touch my entire back.

Not just my back, but my entire body was incredibly white and flawless.

The doctor seemed very satisfied with my skin, touching my back for a long time.

Even though I was kneeling face down, I could still feel his burning gaze sweeping over my swaying breasts, as if trying to see every wrinkle on my nipples.

When he reached my waist, he repeated his trick, pulling down the straps of my thong as he touched me.

I wasn't unaware, but with my hands supporting me on the bed as I knelt, I couldn't let go to cover myself.

He must have already pulled the straps down quite far; I could feel the cool sensation of my anus being exposed to the air conditioning.

It seems my private parts have been completely exposed.

Oh well, he already saw them during the surgical examination.

He said, "Place yourself in a standard knee-chest position so I can examine the skin of your buttocks. When is this position used?"

I immediately replied, "Mainly for anoscopy and perineal surgery."

Now, instead of supporting my upper body with my hands or elbows, I turned my head to the side, pressing it against the bed, with my arms bent on either side of my head, my shoulders and breasts touching the bed.

This position caused my lower back to sag, my back to form a reverse curve, and my buttocks to become the highest point of my body.

The head surgeon stood up, carrying a chair in one hand and a floor lamp in the other, and came over.

From his angle, my upper body was completely hidden from his seat; all he could see was a round buttock, straight thighs, and two feet.

The head surgeon sat down, aligning the lamp with the light.

After the previous ordeal, I began to calm down.

My position made my private parts almost completely exposed through my loose thong: my anus was fully exposed, and I could clearly see two protruding mons pubis and a tightly closed slit, with the mons pubis protruding more than my thighs.

I have very little pubic hair, almost only growing on my lower abdomen, so there were only a few wisps of hair on either side of the slit. After the breast exam, the slit reflected the light slightly, giving a slightly obscene sensory impact.

I silently recited the words from my medical book: "The human anus is actually very ordinary, just an opening with a ring of radiating folds around its outer edge.

Because it is rarely seen—neither your own nor others'—it arouses people's curiosity. Being seen by others is a disgrace, while seeing someone else's anus produces a sense of satisfaction."

The doctor casually pulled off my thong—I didn't object, since he had seen everything anyway.

Actually, after the breast exam, I seemed to have relaxed a little of my guard against this doctor.

I vaguely felt that this kind of examination was quite enjoyable and novel.

The doctor carefully examined my buttocks, even more thoroughly than he had examined my back. A sense

of arousal began to stir within me: a pure and innocent young woman, who, for this damned job, never dreamed that I would be lying naked on a bed like a white fish, being examined by a strange male doctor.

But the doctor wasn't idle; he was no longer interested in my breasts.

He said, "Spread your legs, heels to your buttocks.

I'm checking for STDs!"

I was startled, but reluctantly complied.

He instructed me to bend and spread my legs, while he sat beside them, blocking my feet so they couldn't straighten.

This way, he could clearly see the secret between my legs when he turned around.

To see more clearly, he turned to the side, propping his upper body on his elbow and bringing his head between my knees, almost in a semi-reclining position.

The doctor bent down and, seeing that I kept trying to close my legs, pushed my knees apart.

Still not satisfied, he simply lifted my right leg and used his body to block it, then used his hand to push my left knee.

He didn't waste a single second during this process, his eyes fixed on the area between my legs.

As I mentioned before, my pubic hair only grows on my lower abdomen, with just a few wispy hairs on either side of my vulva.

As my legs were spread apart, my vulva gradually opened, revealing two thin, pinkish labia.

Two centimeters below the vulva was my anus; perhaps due to the air pressure from the spread legs, the anal folds twitched slightly.

The director placed a finger between my labia, gently touching and slowly parting my labia. His finger slipped inside, parting my labia to reveal my pink labia minora. The director's finger gently rubbed against my labia minora, and I couldn't help but moan. I slowly relaxed and parted my thighs, and vaginal fluid flowed from my opening. The

director touched my labia minora, then pushed up another layer of soft skin, revealing a small, pink, shiny clitoris the size of a red bean.

He touched my clitoris with his finger and asked, "What's this?" I shuddered, my legs, vagina, and anus all spasming simultaneously.

The doctor didn't let go.

I grabbed his finger with one hand to stop him, whispering, "It's the clitoris, don't touch it here."

"What, can't take it? Just experience it a little,"

he said with a smile, removing my hand and continuing to press on my clitoris.

With his pressure, I shook my head, panting heavily, my anus twitching.

He only stopped when he saw some white fluid flowing from my vulva. He

said, "This is a woman's most sensitive organ."

He took a piece of toilet paper and wiped it for me; I saw the "red bean" turn into a "yellow bean."

I said, "I want to touch it too."

I pinched my clitoris, but the doctor grabbed my hand, dipped my index finger in the fluid secreted from my vagina, and then pressed it onto the "bean."

I pressed it, feeling an unprecedented pleasure in front of a strange male doctor.

The doctor asked a few more questions with a knowing look, then said he needed to locate the uterus. He applied some oil to his finger and inserted it into my vagina, saying, "Don't worry, the hymen can fit a finger without breaking."

He then inserted his middle finger. It was very hot inside. He inserted his entire middle finger and slowly stirred it. The end of my vagina felt soft; that must be the uterus. He bent his finger occasionally, and I let out soft moans.

He then withdrew his finger and touched my vulva, as if caressing it.

Next, he parted my labia with one hand and inserted two fingers of his other hand into my vagina.

He inserted them all the way in, then pulled them out and gently touched the vaginal opening.

I felt itchiness, pain, and aching.

He touched me, his eyes fixed on my face, looking so smug! I thought: He knows how to touch better than I do.

He repeated this several times, then forcefully inserted it again.

His other hand pressed hard on my stomach,

making my cervix ache.

I was starting to feel itchiness.

He looked very pleased with himself.

He pulled his hand out of my vagina, touched my anus, and asked, "Does it hurt? Why is the anus sticking out?" I didn't answer.

His ungloved hand moved to my inner thigh and stroked it, saying, "Your skin is so nice! So white and delicate! It feels as smooth as satin!"

The director was teasing me! And it really worked.

My face turned red! My blood flowed faster! My vagina became even wetter! But I didn't dare offend him now.

The director saw his results. He parted my labia and looked up at me, pretending to just notice, then looked into my eyes and asked, "So wet?"

I hesitated for a moment and nodded.

He touched my labia minora again before inserting his finger into my vagina. His

thick, long finger went all the way in, and my vagina, filled with his finger, was still contracting! The itching sensation inside my vagina was intensifying! The director used his other hand to press on my stomach, which hurt a little, but it helped relieve the itching.

But after a few presses, his hand gently stroked my abdomen.

His finger trembled inside my vagina.

I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer! I straightened my bent legs, tensing my leg muscles to resist the itching sensation! The doctor, seeing my expression, grinned smugly! His hands, which had been on my stomach, began to alternately knead and fondle my breasts.

I couldn't bear it any longer and quickly took a deep breath, making a "hissing" sound.

The doctor asked me, "Is it itchy?"

I nodded.

Seeing my nod, he became bolder, his fingers mimicking intercourse, thrusting in and out of my vagina.

He would gently rub the entrance of my vagina from time to time, then insert his fingers inside.

His hands inside were sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

The itching sensation came over me! From my heart to my vagina! His fingers went as far as they could, teasing my cervix, thrusting a few times and then gently stroking it.

I felt itchy, sore, and swollen inside my vagina, with a slight pain.

A strong desire burned within me! The doctor must have known about the changes inside my vagina; he stared at my face, observing my expression.

The itching became too intense, so I turned my face to the side.

The doctor looked at my profile and pressed against my cervix. I turned my face away, and he circled and touched the head of my cervix.

My breathing quickened! He smiled smugly! His other hand went to rub my clitoris.

The feeling was worse than being hit! He took his hand out of my vagina, pulled back the foreskin of my clitoris, and exclaimed, "So big and shiny! Haven't you ever touched this before?"

He saw me nod and smiled wickedly! He rubbed my clitoris earnestly.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and my buttocks twitched and convulsed, and fluid gushed from my vagina.

He didn't touch me, but instead pouted and gestured for me.

I knew this was what I had to pay.

I was futile; I couldn't escape him at all! Seeing my reaction, he became even more smug and whispered in my ear, "Is it itchy?"

I whispered back, "I can't take it anymore!"

He laughed out loud, his hand still rubbing my clitoris.

The doctor told me to lie on the bed, spread my legs, and he used his buttocks to move a chair with a pulley to the side of the bed. He then pulled back my foreskin and rubbed it a few times, which made my buttocks twitch from the itch.

He told me to rub it myself for him, and having seen his technique, I rubbed it a few times and my buttocks twitched too.

He took out a round, probe-like instrument, and somehow he twisted it, making it buzz.

He placed the instrument at the entrance of my vagina, and the instrument vibrated, making my already itchy vagina numb, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside, as if countless tiny insects were wriggling in my heart! I couldn't help but moan, "Ah—ah!" He got up and lay on top of me, sucking on my nipples and stimulating me from both ends! My moans and the fluid flowing from my vagina indicated my need.

Actually, I was initially embarrassed and ashamed of being examined by a male doctor.

As the examination progressed, my lustful impulses began to simmer within me! The male doctor's skill in teasing women was exceptional! He inflicted intense stimulation on them, a stimulation far stronger than they themselves experienced! He made them appear shameful and humiliated in front of him! The women's bodies were manipulated beyond their control by the male doctor, the itching unbearable! After being humiliated and played with by the male doctor, the women became depraved! The head doctor, seeing my aroused state, laughed at me! He told me to lie face down by the bed, and pulled out his penis. Wow! It was huge! How could someone so short have such a large penis? The thick, long penis was covered with worm-like veins, and the purple glans resembled a mushroom, frighteningly large! He was going to do it for real! I wanted to stop him, but strangely, seeing his penis made my vagina unbearably itchy, the intense desire rendering me immobile! He pressed down on my back, making my buttocks stick up.

He rubbed and pounded the glans against my vaginal opening, causing a constant flow of fluid.

I felt a sharp pain; he had penetrated me! It started with slow, gentle thrusting, then turned into violent, forceful penetration! All I heard were

the sounds of flesh colliding.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out his penis, and my vagina immediately became unbearably itchy.

The director was truly an expert at manipulating women! He understood women so well.

He made me lose my senses and forget all about shame! He placed the head of his penis next to my vagina. Because it

was so itchy inside, I shifted my hips, using my vaginal opening to find his penis.

He was so pleased with himself! He deliberately asked, "Want more? Still itchy?"

I told him desperately, "Itchy! I want it!"

He told me to lie on the bed and undress himself.

I spread my legs and waited for him to come on top! He knelt on the bed between my legs, telling me to take his penis and insert it myself.

Then he began thrusting wildly! I felt a tingling, itchy sensation down there, a swelling that felt like it was going to explode! At the same time, he caressed my breasts and kissed me.

He made me forget everything.

A pleasurable sensation spread throughout my body.

I accepted all of the director's actions! My moans escaped uncontrollably.

I was completely lost in pleasure! While the doctor was penetrating me, he asked, "Will I itch during the examination?"

His question brought back those embarrassing memories, intensifying my arousal! He quickened his movements, and my vagina made a series of "plop, plop" sounds.

I felt my vagina contracting repeatedly, and with each thrust, I would groan.

The sounds from above and below blended together! Suddenly, he pulled out and ejaculated onto my stomach.

My vagina still felt itchy.

I quickly wiped myself and got dressed.

The doctor was satisfied! He said, "You can start work tomorrow!"

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