Finally there's Alex. Alex is stunning, well travelled and intelligent, she's also my oldest client at fifty something she is elegant, wise, smart, funny and has the most beautiful body with curves and scars and lines and history and she's wonderful. Sadly, she doesn't think so and my task is to convince of how beautiful she is. Each visit she comes in with a different ailment or complaint. I listen and then proceed to examine her. This sometimes involves her removing some clothing but never too much. I then poke, squeeze and prod her and as I do I take my cock from out of my pants and wipe it over her soft skin without her knowing. As I grow hard she realises what I'm doing, asks shocked and appalled and I have to apologise profusely, explain that I couldn't help myself, that I find her so attractive I had to do it. I tell her I'm taking a huge risk, that I could be struck off and beg her not to report me. I have to keep telling her why I would take such a risk, that I wouldn't do it for anyone else and that I'm so ashamed. I break down and she comforts me, tells me she doesn't mind, that she can keep it a secret. I have to promise not to share it but I beg her to let me film her. I take out my video camera and film as she undresses. Once naked I undress myself and caress her body as she wanks me. She takes a copy of the video home.

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Returning to the present I flipped through the notes Bea had prepared but there was little beyond a physical description, not unusual for first time clients who often don't quite know what it is they want or are simply too embarrassed to ask.

I splashed hot water into a mug, dropped in a fresh teabag and bobbed it up and down as the water swirled, growing ever darker. I checked the clock, three minutes to go, hope she's late. I poured the milk too quickly and it splashed around the sink and I barely had time to gulp a mouthful before the entry system on the outside door buzzed and I pressed the intercom in response. A brief exchange of coded words assured the authenticity of the visitor and I abandoned my tea, straightened my jacket and checked it for tea splashes before taking a seat.

"Come in." I rose almost before the foam had had a chance to contour to my behind. "Have a seat, miss...?"

"Sharp, but my name is Andrea."

Andrea settled into the green vinyl chair, clutching her bag in her lap and looking nervously around the room.

"Okay Andrea, what is it that I can do for you today?"

Andrea seemed younger than my usual clients. Mostly they ranged from mid thirties to near sixty, an age I'd decided to cap it to even before the first notion of this began. I'd also ensured that all clients were able to provide proof of age and had a minimum policy of 25, though I don't recall anyone younger than 29. Andrea looked to be close to the age limit and I punched the keys on the computer to bring up Bea's background info and verification. Hmm, well, what do you know, 26.

"It's a bit embarrassing." She began.

My mind flipped again. If only I'd added the 'It's a bit embarrassing' as a premium charge for each client I could have retired months ago!

"Go on." I said in my most objective, interested-but-only-professionally-so tone.

"Well, there are a couple of things."

"I am a doctor, Andrea, if you're uncomfortable speaking to me I can ask a female colleague to see you." I couldn't of course, I just felt it was a doctorly thing to say.

"Well, it's my clitoris. It's, erm. Well, it's really big."

Now this might be interesting. This was certainly new. Andrea had certainly made an effort to look as plain as possible, just like a regular patient with a massive clit going to the doctor might look. She wore tight blue jeans, a pair of worn, red converse boots, a white, ribbed vest top and blue hoody zipped to just above her navel. She had jet black hair, slightly cracked lips and stunning brown eyes, edged with her only make up; thick, black lines giving her a goth like appearance without the dour clothing. It was difficult to discern her figure save for the large behind, broad hips and plump thighs and I suspected her hoody hid a plump, round belly and a small pair of pert breasts.

"Okay, what makes you think there's a problem?"

"Well, some men comment on it. Some girls too. Whenever I've had sex they always say something."

"And that bothers you?"

"A little."

"Well Andrea, there is, as far as medicine is concerned, no difference between large or small clitorises." I paused. "Or clitori? Clitories? I'm not sure which it is. Anyhow, unless there is a problem for you physically or it's affecting your mental wellbeing it's difficult to know how I might proceed."

"There is one thing though."

"Oh yes, what is that?"

"Well, it's my smell."

"Your smell? Could you explain?"

"I sometimes smell really strong, like I can smell myself right now, can you?" I shook my head which she seemed to ignore. "And I was wondering if this might be linked to my clit? Sorry, clitoris."

"No, that's fine. Erm, I don't see how your, er, clit, could be contributing to any aroma. Providing you are keeping good hygiene?"

"Yes, I wash every day, it just seems strong. Are you sure you can't smell me?"

"Not at all. Do you have any discomfort? Any discharge? Any inflammation?"

"Only my clit."

"Which is it?"

"Huh?"

"Your clit. Is it inflamed? Discomfort?..."

"Oh no, sorry, silly me, none of those, I mean it's just my huge clit that's the problem."

"Okay, and does your clit grow larger as you become sexually aroused?"

"Oh, god, yes. One boyfriend thought I was a man when he saw it. He soon thought otherwise though when I ... never mind."

"So, would you say it is of regular size when you are not aroused?"

"No, I still think it's big, it just gets bigger when, you know?"

"When you're aroused?"

"Yes."

"Well, Andrea, what you're describing to me all sounds perfectly normal. You know, you may like to know that there are likely a great many women who might enjoy having a clitoris larger than the one they have and I'm sure you'll find a partner who'll appreciate it too."

"What? Is that it then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it sounds like you're trying to get rid of me!"

"Miss Sharp, I'm a doctor. I'm not sure there's much I can do for you as it doesn't sound like there's anything wrong. I can take a look to reassure you if you like?"

"Yes, I think that would make me feel better, I'm nervous though, a bit scared, I really do smell too."

"Well, I'll have a look and maybe see if we can determine what this smell is you're so concerned about. It may be a number of things but I'll know once I've had a good look. Are you sure you don't want me to find you a female doctor?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean, yes it would make me feel better if you had a look for me and no, since I like women as well as men, in a sexual way I mean, it wouldn't really make much of a difference to me, I get turned on very easily."

"Okay, well why don't you just go behind the screen and remove your jeans and your shoes for me and then I'll take a better look at you."

"Don't you want me to wear one of those gowns, you know, the ones that just open up at the back?"

It's always useful to have a client provide a degree of direction though this usually comes by the second or third visit and goes something like, 'Last time I was here doctor you didn't do this or didn't say that...' It's a helpful hint to know what it is they're really angling for. "Well, if it would make you feel more comfortable it would certainly help if I have to carry out an examination." I opened the cupboard and retrieved a pale blue smock, vac sealed in plastic and handed it to Andrea, if indeed that was her real name.

Several moments later she emerged from behind the screen, still fumbling with the cords at her back.

"I did the top strings up but these at these at the back are hard to reach."

"It's okay, I'd probably need to undo them anyway. Now, just come over to me so I can take a look. Raise the bottom of the gown up for me would you please and just stand with your feet slightly apart."

"I left my knickers on just so you could see what it looks like even when I'm getting dressed in front of other people, you know?" She did as I asked and I leaned forwards slightly in my chair. As she raised the hem of the gown above the waistband she revealed thin, very slight stretch marks travelling vertically up towards her navel. Her silky, crimson coloured, boy short type underwear fitted tightly to her plump hips and across her lightly tanned belly. The leg sections of her knickers were loose fitting around her thighs and revealed just a tiny hint of black hair flat to her thighs. "Do you see it?" She rotated her hips to give me a profile view, an unnecessary gesture given the obvious nub that pressed against the fabric.

"Yes, I see," I sat back and looked up at her, "though I have to say, this really isn't as large as you have made out. Perhaps you should remove your underwear?"

"What about my smell, can you smell me?"

I bent forwards again, this time getting slightly closer to her and drawing a breath in through my nose. "No," I said as I sat back looking up at her, "I can't say there's any obvious smell."

"Can you take these off for me then please, it's kind of difficult while I'm holding this up?" I nodded slightly, pushed my chair back and dropped to my knees. I pushed my thumbs under the waistband and pulled them down over her hips. Andrea parted her legs as the gusset got caught between her thighs and it twanged down as it was released. "Do you smell me now? You must be able to smell?"

There was indeed an aroma, though not really unusual or unpleasant. It was the same scent all women have at varying degrees of cleanliness and arousal, a mixture of sweat, body, urine and well, what? I don't know, I'm not a real doctor.

"I do smell your scent, it's rather pleasant." I said without thinking, forgetting myself for a moment and realising my erection was growing uncomfortably in my pants. "I mean, it's nothing unpleasant or unusual."

"Do you like it then? Some people seem to like it."

"From a medical point of view, Andrea, there is nothing I can tell that is wrong." I realised I'd been looking up at her and her knickers were still in limbo around her thighs. I cleared my throat and returned to the task. "I notice there is a small, damp patch in your knickers?"

"There is?" Andrea bent forwards slightly to get a better look but I helped her step out of them and then stood before her. She remained in place, her hands still clutching at the hem of the gown as I stood and showed her, her knickers.

"You see?" I bought them close to her face and the damp stain was clearly visible. She hesitated to answer and I thought an in-character justification was needed for what I wanted to do next, "We can tell a lot from smell. It's not strictly a diagnosis but it's important for me to understand if there's anything else going on here." I bought them to my face and sniffed at them before offering them to her to do the same. "Hmm, there's nothing to be concerned about here, it's a perfectly agreeable smell. Is this the same smell that you're concerned about?" I asked as if it was the most normal practice for any doctor to engage in.

"Yes, I suppose."

"Have a good sniff." I said and held them closer. She pressed her face into them and I cupped her mouth and nose with my fabric covered hand as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Yes, that's the smell."

I did the same while staring into her eyes, taking a deep breath, allowing her strong odour to fill my nostrils. "Perfectly normal." I said quietly. "Do any of the women you've been with smell like this?"

"Yes, some, unless they've just showered or something"

"And what do you think of this smell on them?"

"I like it. I prefer it when they smell, they always taste stronger."

"Good, I understand. If they smell strong do you enjoy their taste also?


"Yes, very much so, in fact I prefer women who haven't washed for a while, they smell lovely when I bury my face into their pussy. Sorry, I'm getting carried away."

"No, no, not at all, it's important you share everything with your doctor, everything you say is in confidence remember. If it's something you enjoy and something your partners enjoy on you, I wouldn't discourage it." I changed my tone back to doctoral and flippantly flicked them onto my desk. "Now, that's one issue resolved, I suppose I should have a good look at your clitoris."

"I used to shave myself but that just made it look worse. My current girlfriend prefers me to shave though and she shaved me completely just a couple of days ago." She said as I once again dropped down so my face was level with her large, blushed, smooth skin and lips disappearing between her thighs. Her clit did indeed look larger than any I'd seen in the flesh but not monstrously so. A large hood still covered most of it but the sensitive tip was exposed and extended a centimetre or so from her lips.

"It's rather difficult to see properly, would you mind perhaps just opening your legs for me?"

She did as I asked, pushing her hips forwards but then she raised her foot and rested it on the chair so she was fully exposed and her sticky pussy peeled apart slowly revealing a shiny fluid just coating her inside. Her clit was now extended forwards and had revealed itself so much more. It was indeed now quite large, fat and as big as the last digit of my index finger. It quivered slightly as she moved.