(Translation - FUCKTOR; Author - Stormbringer)

Catherine pressed her horn on a BMW, waiting for the old fart with a wand to cross the park. The people on the street were staring at her until she let go of the horn and took off. She suppressed a desire to show the old fool his middle finger as he passed her car.

Catherine had a bad day, and not only this one. The guy who cleaned her pool and the boy who trimmed the lawn just refused to work for her, saying that she constantly criticizes their work. In addition, her husband, a doctor, agreed to do charity work and conduct a medical examination of some homeless residents of the city. He did this in one shelter, and decided that he did not like it, and asked her to conduct a free inspection in another shelter. She hated working with people who were below her status, but the tax deduction for such work was too good to give up. But more than all these boors - drivers, unnecessary charity and homeless people, she was enraged by domestic problems. The doctor had not touched her for three months, and she constantly felt excited.

Catherine parked her Boomer in the alley next to the shelter and went inside the building. There were about a dozen homeless men milling around and waiting for her. A small room connected to the bedroom was to be used for inspection. There was an old man with a beard who was going to assist her.

“What should I do to help you, Doc?” The assistant asked.

Catherine looked at him and grinned slightly. The words "useless hippie-benefactor" flashed through her mind. “Just tell the men to strip down to their underwear, and get in line at the door.” Then you can go and do everything that you usually do here. ”

An arrogant bitch, the man thought, but only nodded to her and left the room.

Kathryn fastened a medical gown and discovered that he firmly squeezes her large, rounded breasts. She heard an assistant shouting to the homeless to line up when she pulled on her rubber gloves. Some of the homeless people grumbled something about dinner, and she guessed that they were not allowed to eat until they had gone through honey. inspection. She breathed in the air of the shelter and grabbed a mask to dispel the unpleasant smell of unwashed men.

Catherine opened the door and rolled her eyes. Most men did not wear underwear, and she had a feeling that now she was being punished for some kind of misconduct in a past life. “Come in,” she said, pointing to the first guy in line.

The old man slowly shuffled into the room and stood in place while she filled out his medical card. She recognized his name, medical history, and asked him to turn around and bend over, then she felt her back with her hands. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. His clothes were dirty and full of holes. She took his testicles, running his hand under the underwear, and asked him to cough. He giggled, and she became disgusted when his little penis began to move. She had not seen her husband's erection for several months, and this only angered her more. “Next,” she shouted, knocking the old man out of the room.

The next guy turned out to be a toothless black old man who giggled the whole inspection. She had never examined the blacks before and wrinkled her nose every time she touched him. Catherine moved the chair to him and gasped. He did not wear underwear and his penis was the largest of all that she saw. He rose slightly and reached a length of seven inches. She took hold of his balls, and the big penis grew until it looked straight into her masked mouth. Holy God, she thought. It must be all nine inches.

“Sorry,” said the black man. "My gigantic white lady never touched my giant."

“Next,” she shouted, knocking him out of the room. She heard several homeless people applaud after seeing his erection.Catherine wished for a brief moment that her husband had the same big penis, or at least that he would get up. In any case, God had to give this black man something in return for what he had taken in life.

Catherine examined several white bums before another black appeared in front of her. This is a penis, she thought, seeing a monstrous process dangling between his legs. The man was forty-five years old, and with the exception of his penis, he was nothing special. She was in a kind of stupor, looking at him, since the image of his big black baton did not leave her mind. It only reminded her of how excited she was.

Catherine sat down and wrapped her arms around his balls. His penis immediately became hard as steel. At length, he probably reached eight inches, and it was the thickest thing she had ever seen in her life.

“Do I not need to raise my head and cough?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Embarrassed, Catherine realized that staring at his device. He was also sent to her mouth, and the man began to make small shocks, as if imagining that she was sucking him. She was glad that she was wearing a mask. Angry and disgusted, she put him out of the door.

The next patient was a white man, whose penis was even more ridiculous than that of her husband. She suggested that he was no more than her thumb on his hand when he fell out of the hole in his underwear.

Approaching the end of the inspection, Catherine summarized some of her observations. She examined six white men and four black men at that time. White men's penises ranged from four to six inches and only one rose slightly. None of the black men had a penis smaller than seven inches, and they were all thicker and heavier than whites. She remembered that before she had heard rumors that Blacks had more members than whites, but considered it nonsense. Suddenly, she already wanted to look at the next black penis.

Katherine's mood was getting worse with the onset of the evening. She is tired to see and smell all these homeless. She also had the feeling that she was being fooled. All men, except one, had more members than her husband, and with blacks, in general, one touch was enough for their penises to stand up and be as hard as a rock. She had everything she could have dreamed of, but had to endure her husband with a dangling macaroni, five inches long, instead of a penis. Life was just unfair.

Catherine sighed and pulled out the next medical card. She didn’t even look at the penultimate bum who entered the room and said “Name?”

"Big Di".

“Real name?” She said, looking at him. Catherine nearly choked on seeing this man. He was a handsome black man who had recently emerged from adolescence. She saw a well-marked chest under his tight T-shirt. He was the first black man she had examined that had underwear, and it seemed that it was about to rupture from the size of the penis that was enclosed in it.

"Dunnell Jackson," he replied, admiring her slim body, hidden under a white medical gown. Her brown hair was gathered on her head in a conservative hairstyle, and she had glasses on her nose. Big Di decided that she belongs to the type of women who are shy of their bodies and are constantly outraged by the attention that men give them. Usually in such women a whore is somewhere deeply hidden under the facade of such an unapproachable woman. The whore is just waiting for a reason to break out.

Catherine filled out a medical card and said, "Please, take off your jersey." She saw how he slowly pulled off his jersey, exposing an extremely well-inflated chest. In front, he certainly looks healthy, she thought. She made him turn around and bend over, touching her socks. Catherine felt a chill pierce her when she touched his muscular back, feeling his spine.

“Please take off your underwear,” she told him.

Catherine sat in her medical chair and watched ...