7 comments/ 37566 views/ 26 favorites Another Round By: Pink_Milkmaid Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18 and are consenting non-related adults engaged in a safe, sane, and consensual BDSM relationship with DD/lg dynamic within the D/s framework. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. ***** Daddy's friend is over tonight. It's a gorgeous evening with a hint of a breeze but warm and sultry. The kind of night that makes eleven feel even more inviting than seven. I grilled steaks and we had beers, and now we're just sitting on the patio, talking, soft light spilling out from the house and a full moon. I'm done after a single beer, but the men keep going. After I get them refills, Daddy pulls me onto his lap. A little shiver unfurls in my belly. I'm not wearing panties because Daddy asked me not to and I'm wearing the sundress with buttons all down the front that he asked me to. I have a feeling what he may have planned, but I know better than to rush him. I settle back against him, eager to see how this unfolds. Daddy strokes my arms and hair. I trust him implicitly. Gradually Daddy's hands stray to my front, skating over and over my ribs in long, slow strokes. He undoes the first two buttons of my dress, leaves them there. The men are talking guy things, boring stuff, but there's an edge to the conversation now, a deliberateness to it's casualness. I'm not interested in the conversation, so I close my eyes and just drift, letting the touches wash over, me not caring as his hands go higher, cupping my breasts through the fabric. His thick fingers find my nipples, pinch lightly, making them poke out even more. There's a bra but it's a thin wisp of material, the barest nod towards decency. Two more buttons and the bra is visible, front clasp winking at Daddy's friend. I open my eyes, watching the friend's eyes widen appreciatively as Daddy parts the material a bit. Still talking, the three of us are in a game now, pretending like I'm not the focus, like this is all so very normal. The friend is excellent at the game, leaning back in his chair, watching but not watching. He's a big man, not quite as big as Daddy, but tall and wide with hands almost as big. There's a sizable bulge in his worn blue jeans, and his hand tightens a bit on his beer as Daddy flicks open another button. Two big guys enjoying this show makes another shiver ripple through me. Daddy won't let him fuck me; that much I know for certain and that knowledge is my security blanket, something I wrap around myself as Daddy's hands dart under the material, finding my nipples, tugging harder now. A soft moan escapes my lips and I know from the chuckle rumbling through Daddy that that's exactly what he wanted. I'm going to lose the game, spectacularly so, and it's going to be glorious. I'm not good at being impassive like them, not good at pretending like this isn't the most exciting thing that's happened to me all week. He pulls the dress open more, another button undone. A flick of the long, blunt fingers I love so much and the front clasp of the bra is undone. He pushes the flimsy material aside, letting my pendulous breasts spring free. The night air is cool, hardening my already long and thick nipples even more. Daddy's tugs get more serious now and my gasps more pronounced. I start to dribble, and I can tell from his widening eyes that the friend wasn't expecting this. He shifts in his chair, that bulge in his jeans more evident now. It's not unwelcome, the discovery of this little bent of ours, this private part of our play. I know daddy's so proud of my progress with the pumping, and that pride makes my shoulders slide back, tits jutting out more. I do this for him and him alone, but showing it off, just a little, has wetness pooling between my legs, coating my inner thighs. The fabric of my dress is getting damp now, but they're still chatting. Their voices are lower now, rougher. I've long since lost the thread of the conversation. I give myself over to the sensations of Daddy milking me, tugging and twisting my nipples, my gasps and moans getting more pronounced. "Can she come that way?" the friend asks. Ah. The veil slips; he'll lose the game too, and that thought makes me smile. "Sometimes," Daddy says, his tone all casual like they're discussing the weather. He tugs hard, lifting my tits up at the same time that his big thigh presses hard against my pussy. A soft orgasm ripples through me, making me shake and whimper. The last of the buttons is undone while I'm still shaking, the dress parted now, my body exposed to the air and their unwavering gazes, every curve on display. I'm not shy though, not about this. Daddy approves of my body, and that's all that really matters. His friend is window dressing, an accessory to our Friday night play, nothing more. And when Daddy's hand dips between my thighs, I stop thinking about the friend altogether. He fingers me lewdly, the sounds almost crude in the still night. My bush is soaked with my wetness now, curls glistening in the moonlight. "Come," Daddy whispers in my ear, the words that never cease to set me on fire. "Come for Daddy, and I'll let you suck me." This is a new level of showing off altogether. Different. And God, I want it. I want his cock in mouth so badly that I whimper, straining against his hand. His free hand tugs my tits and that's it-I'm climaxing hard, crying out. When my eyes finally flutter open, his friend has his dick out, stroking languidly. I don't really register the dick-it's not daddy's, so its looks aren't interesting to me. Its presence though is a signal that the talking is finally over. He and I have both lost Daddy's game, and neither of us care one whit. I slither to my knees, still breathing hard as I undo daddy's fly, free his hard cock with familiar movements. I know what will ramp both men up and I dribble a little milk over Daddy's cock, making him hiss and groan. "Fuck yes," the friend groans too. He wants this too-I can tell from the urgency in his voice, but Daddy's not sharing . That thrills me, that he both wants me all for himself, yet wants to show me off. The thought alone has me squirming, close to coming again. Daddy's cock is heavy and thick in my mouth. The sweetness of the milk is gone fast, leaving only the musky taste I live for, and I suck greedily. Daddy's thumb strokes my jaw and I know what he really wants to show off. I scoot back a little so he can stand. I take him all the way into my throat in a smooth motion. He holds my face almost tenderly as he starts fucking my mouth in earnest now. "Take it," the friend mutters. I can see the blur of his hand out of the corner of my eye. He's close; they're both close. I'm doing this, bringing two big, dominant guys to the brink with nothing more than Daddy's little show. My hand slips between my legs, and for once, Daddy doesn't stop me. I'm moaning around his dick now, so close myself. Daddy's fucking my throat hard now, and I know he's close. "Good girl, such a good girl," Daddy groans and the praise washes over me, more powerful even than his touch. There's a spurt of precum, a warning shot, and I suck greedily, ready for his cum. Drool dribbles down my jaw, and my tits are leaking too. I'm a mess and no one cares, not even me. All I care about is getting him off, getting myself off. He fucks hard, dick dragging against the back of my throat and then I'm coming hard, drinking down spurt after spurt of his cum as I moan around his dick. I can't swallow it all because I'm coming so hard, and it runs down my lips and face. There's a muffled curse behind me and warmth hits my arm. I'd almost forgotten about the friend, but now I'm wearing a bit of him too. I laugh, ridiculously giddy. Daddy collapses back into the chair, pulling me back into his lap. He kisses me deeply. His broad thumb sweeps my face clean, and he feeds me the last of the cum. I suck his thumb before he kisses me again, this time more affectionately. His hand strokes my hair and the message is clear: I did good. "Another beer?" he asks the friend as he cuddles me close. Another Round On the House The two of them made an interesting pair, Miranda thought. The woman was of medium height, heavyset, with long brown hair wearing a black skirt and maroon top. He was tall, very slender, pale and dark-haired, wearing jeans and a black shirt. Hearing them talk was even more interesting; he had a distinct Scottish accent, she, a bit of a Southern US lilt. He was the one who caught her eye, but then she sighed with frustration. Although he didn't come off as "pussy-whipped" he did seem to defer to the woman with him. Too bad. Miranda would have liked to take him home for the night if she could have gotten him away from his companion. That's what cheap bars like this are for, she thought. The woman was watching her. Miranda diverted her gaze. The man was attractive, but she wasn't looking for trouble. And there was something a bit... disturbing about the way the woman unwaveringly looked her straight in the eye. He stood up. Don't look, Miranda told herself. She tensed when she saw that he was obviously coming toward her. "Would you like to join us?" Miranda looked up. Such nice blue eyes he had. Gave him just a bit of an innocent, boyish look, especially combined with the almost shoulder-length, curly hair framing his unshaven face. Yet he had a strength to him, not at all child-like or weak. An intensity. Something twitched in her vagina. She shot a meaningful look at the woman he came in with, who was watching the exchange while nonchalantly smoking a cigarette. Her green-eyed gaze did not falter for a second though and Miranda nervously looked away again. "She requested that you join us." Oh, one of those couples, eh? Well, if that was what it took to get him for a while, Miranda thought she could take her on as well. "Alright." She followed him to their table. She wanted him, even more now, having seen him close up. But the woman was a different story. Miranda didn't like the way she looked her up and down as if sizing up a purchase. "What's your name, girl?" Soft, low-pitched voice. That hint of a Southern accent bleeding through. "Miranda" she answered, not quite liking the woman's tone. "Yours? And his?" "I'm Virginia and this is Graham." She was smiling a little now, seemingly pleased, but it wasn't a kind expression. What was up with her, Miranda wondered. "Do you think you can handle us both?" Startled at her complete bluntness, Miranda stuttered. "Uh, yeah, I think so." "Have you ever done this kind of thing before?" "No. But that doesn't mean I can't." "What do you think, pet? Think she can learn to play our way?" "I don't know, Mistress. Only one way to find out" he answered. Mistress? Had he just called her Mistress? "Let's go out back, in the alley" the woman – Virginia- said, rising. Even Graham seemed startled by this suggestion. "Are you sure that's wise?" he asked. "Here? We're not in Glasgow. No Neds. And that alley was rather private. No one will see us. Or hear us either. Big cities are noisy as hell." He nodded and rose to join her. Despite these reassurances, Miranda knew the alley was a dangerous place for a threesome. This Virginia apparently liked to take some risks. Nevertheless, Miranda followed them to the door. The alley was as dark and dingy as any alley should be. A chain link fence at one end blocked it off from a dim forest of buildings. The other end led to the parking lot of the bar. It really was private, and Virginia was right about the noise. Sirens screeched from a nearby street as they approached the fence. Virginia turned to Graham. "Strip." Miranda watched as he complied. He didn't even seem self-conscious. Was he accustomed to being naked in front of strange people outdoors? She would bet that he was. Of course, she thought with a smile, he didn't have much to be self-conscious about. Very shapely. And then she got a good look at his cock. It seemed almost disproportionately large in comparison to his slender frame. It was already engorged with blood, turning a pleasing rosy shade that contrasted with his pale skin. And he was uncircumcised. "Have you seen one uncut before?" Virginia asked, noticing where Miranda's gaze fell. "No." "Would you like to learn about it?" "Huh?" "Touch it. Play with the foreskin. Gently." He was quite erect already, the tip of his cock peeking out of the extra skin. She licked her lips. Fascinated, she took his cock in her hand, pulling the foreskin back, noting the tiny string of flesh attached to the back of the head. She'd never seen that before in pictures of uncircumcised men. He winced suddenly. "Don't pull it back quite that far" Virginia instructed, sounding amused. She was digging in her large purse for something now, but Miranda wasn't paying attention. "Sorry." She continued pulling the skin up and down, entranced by its soft texture and pliability. Precum moistened her hand, lubricating her grip. He sighed in pleasure and relaxed. "Men who aren't cut are more sensitive at the base of the back of the head" Virginia informed her, seeming to have found what she was looking for. Miranda nodded. "Try it in your mouth." Miranda went down on her knees in front of him, taking his cock between her lips. She flicked her tongue all around the head, encouraged by his moaning. She barely noticed that Virginia was now standing behind her. "Nibble the foreskin a little bit. Very gently." Miranda did as Virginia suggested, getting more moans and gasps from him. "Yeah, most of them really like that." "Do you want to make him cum?" Virginia asked. "Mmm?" The vibration of her soft lips made him moan again. "Do you want him to cum? Or maybe later?" Taking her new toy out of her mouth, Miranda replied "Uh, later I guess." "Then maybe I will allow him to cum." What the fuck, Miranda wondered. "Get up, girl." Annoyed, Miranda stood up and turned to her, ready to tell her off. However, her train of thought was derailed when she saw what the woman was holding in her hands – a pair of black (leather?) wrist restraints in one and a black and purple flogger in the other. "What is this shit? What are you going to do with those?" Virginia smiled. This smile was even less kind than the one she'd worn earlier. There was a glint in her green eyes that alarmed Miranda too. "What do you think?" she almost purred. "Face the fence, pet." Graham obeyed, appearing tense. "Spread your arms out." Again he obeyed, and Virginia fastened his wrists to the chain links. "Is he going to enjoy this?" Miranda asked. He looked so wary and tense. Virginia merely shrugged and caressed his hair. "I will." Her voice was pitched even lower now, so Miranda had to strain a little to understand her. "Lean your head back, pet." He did as he was told, eyes closed. Virginia caressed his face with the tails of the flogger. "Kiss it" she said softly and he kissed the suede strips several times as they brushed across his lips. His cock was still hard, even pressed against the cold metal of the fence. Stepping back, she caressed his back and ass with the flogger, then her hand. She was clearly aroused, her eyelids lowered and her breath quicker. Miranda merely watched, hardly believing. Of course, she'd heard of such things, but seeing it happen before her eyes was something else again. What amazed her was how erotic it all seemed. Him kissing the whip, her caressing him with it and her hand, their obvious sexual excitement. Miranda realized how wet her panties were. The first blow of the flogger made Miranda jump more than it did him, but it was only a teasing, light blow on his upper back. It wasn't as loud as she'd expected, but it still made a distinct smacking sound on his skin. Her vagina spasmed. The next landed across his ass and the next on his lower back. More blows landed on his skin, the intensity of the flogging gradually increasing. Virginia never took her eyes off him. His breath hissed between clenched teeth with each strike. Virginia varied the direction of the flogger, sometimes sideways, sometimes pointing up or down, until his whole back and ass had been hit by it. Red streaks developed on his pale skin. She stopped suddenly, turning to Miranda. "Would you like to try it?" "Huh?" Miranda was dumbfounded. Virginia smiled a little again. "Would you like to flog him? Give him another round on the house?" "I... I don't know... I've never..." "Here. Take it." Virginia turned the handle towards her, the way one offers a knife. "I'll teach you." "Okay." Miranda took the flogger, surprised a little at how light it was. She landed a light, experimental blow on his ass. Emboldened, she hit him on the back with it more solidly. "No, don't just whack him with it like that" Virginia interrupted. "Flick your wrist back just when it hits the skin." Frowning, Miranda tried to do as she was instructed, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded. It took her four more strikes to get it right. "There you go. It gets easier with practice" Virginia assured her. "Keep going." Miranda followed the same pattern Virginia had before but slower as she concentrated on using the flogger as she had been directed to. She was enjoying this, she found to her own surprise. For some reason, the sound of the flogger on his skin was almost hypnotic. She soon noticed that Graham's tension was increasing but Virginia, smoking a cigarette, showed little concern as she watched him, so Miranda merely slowed down her pace. It wasn't until his back and ass was red almost all over that Virginia put out her cigarette and told her to stop. He sagged against the fence, breathing hard. Virginia strode to him again and Miranda assumed she was going to unfasten the restraints. But instead she caressed him with both hands. "I love it when your skin is warmed by the whip" she said softly. She kissed and licked the flesh on his back, her hands kneading his ass. "You even taste different, stronger somehow." With a sigh, she released him from his bonds. He turned around and Miranda saw, with little surprise, that he was still hard. Virginia then laid that gaze on her. "Have you ever been flogged?" Eyes wide, she shook her head. "No. I don't want to be flogged." She glanced nervously over her shoulder to the opening at the other end of the alley that led to the parking lot. Virginia merely chuckled. "It's okay, I'm not going to hold you down and flog you. Perhaps a little spanking then?" "Um, yeah, alright. A spanking will be okay. I guess." "Bend over that big crate and pull your pants down." She wasn't sure she was going tot like this, but she had become curious about being on the receiving end while flogging Graham. Swallowing anxiously, Miranda obeyed, pushing her pants down to reveal her creamy-skinned ass. "Push them lower." She pushed them all the way down to her ankles. The smack of Virginia's hand on her ass was even louder than the flogger on Graham's flesh had been, and Miranda feared that they would be heard. But there simply was too much noise here, even at night. A smack on the other cheek made her pussy juice. More smacks, and Virginia proved to be skilled with her hand as well as the flogger, never letting her blows get too predictable. Miranda couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming as her ass warmed from each whack of this woman's hand. She found herself lifting her bottom to meet each blow, gasping with pleasure/pain. Eventually, the pain grew too much. "Enough. Please." Virginia stopped, running her hand over Miranda's reddened ass, and then her fingers slipped down to the lips of her pussy. Miranda jumped. "Pet, come here and feel how wet she is." Miranda felt another hand at her crotch, gently pushing the tender lips apart and shivered. "I think she needs you to do something about that." Miranda wriggled with excitement as he went down on his knees behind her. His tongue was suddenly flicking over inner lips and she moaned. Then he began to push into her labia with his tongue, laving her inner folds with long strokes. The sounds she made became less coherent as she began to slowly pump her hips to his mouth. His hands gripped her ass, parting her moist labia with his thumbs, and then his tongue found its way inside her. She groaned loudly, trying to thrust back, but his hands held her in place. Licking her pussy all the way down, he got to her clit and began to suck it gently. "Oh god, yes, don't stop" she moaned. His tongue went around her swollen clit in circles for a while before sucking it again, triggering her orgasm. She shook uncontrollably, crying out and gasping. She hadn't had such a powerful orgasm in over two years. When she had recovered somewhat, she looked up to discover Virginia staring at her. "My turn" she said, hitching her skirt up to reveal that she wore no panties with her stockings and garter belt. She set a foot down on top of the crate and gently clasped Miranda's head, pulling her to her crotch. Miranda had had done this before and set to her task with gusto, noticing how wet the dominatrix(?) was. Graham knelt behind Virginia, his fingers slipping into her vagina as his tongue teased the rim of her asshole, making her groan. The three of them found a sensuous rhythm with Virginia's moans to guide them. She let go of Miranda's head to grasp her own breasts, her hips swaying to the motion of their tongues. He gently manipulated her g-spot with his fingers and she threw her head back with a cry. It didn't take her long to cum, and cum hard, actually biting her hand to stifle her scream. Graham stood up behind her and she leaned against him, panting, as she pushed her skirt back down. Miranda merely watched now, sensing that this encounter was coming to a close. Virginia smiled and looked at her. "Do you want him to cum?" Miranda flicked her eyes from her to him and back. Virginia grasped his cock, pumping him slowly. He closed his eyes and Virginia watched him hungrily. There was a certain cruelty mixed with the lust in her expression that Miranda couldn't quite understand. It was obvious she desired him, maybe even cared for him, so why did she want to torment him? "No." Miranda surprised herself by saying. But she felt denying him might be the safest route with this woman. She apparently enjoyed denying him release and Miranda feared she would be disappointed if she had said yes. Disappointing her didn't seem wise, although she wasn't certain what Virginia could or would do. Why she was intimidated by her, she didn't understand, but she was. Virginia's lips curved into a smile. "Alright then." Turning, she grabbed the restraints and the flogger and stuffed them in her purse before kissing him deeply for a moment. "Now get dressed, pet. You're going to have to please me more when we get home." "Yes, Mistress" he answered. Miranda noted that he didn't sound surprised or even discouraged. Perhaps he really did enjoy being dominated by this woman. She had never dominated anyone before or been really dominated herself. She had never given or received pain in a sexual way. S/M had just seemed... weird before now. But she realized she had enjoyed this. A lot. And she would enjoy something similar again. There would be more rounds on the house in the future. Another Routine Examination Back after the holidays and a well earned rest, I was finding it hard to get back to the mundane appointment based work as a Consultant Urologist in my local hospital. Looking back on the ten years I had been qualified, it was hard to remember why I had chosen this particular specialism for my career. So now I found myself, Miss Rebecca Crozier, 35 years old, still single (despite my slim figure, nice boobs, pretty face and long dark hair) and with what many considered as a great 'career'. Sure, it paid for a very nice lifestyle, some great vacations, a sports car and a cool house nearby. But where was the adventure, the thrills, the excitement that my imagination yearned for? The job consisted mostly of checking out old men's prostates, old women's hysterectomies and for at least some slightly more interesting work, young women with a variety of 'concerns'. The latter were always a bit of a thrill for me, trying to guess what I would find once I got them to strip down, as to be sure I always did. A game of shaved, strip or full bush was always a little bit of amusement for me. I was always amazed at some of the presentations I was shown, from the hottest looking girls that sport a full hairy pussy and are obviously naïve despite their appearances, to the almost shrew like ones that are pierced and tattooed and have genitals and assholes that show all the signs of being battered remorselessly. I have never actually been with another woman sexually, but in common with almost all girls, I have surely brought myself off several times imagining it. For me that would usually follow some hottie having come by for a check and me having 'enjoyed' seeing them all but naked. Last week it was an absolutely gorgeous slender blonde thing, shaved bare below and yet with the most gorgeous big natural tits I could imagine on a 39 year old. She was single too, but it was obvious from the minute she walked in, confidence streaming from her that she was sexual dynamite. A little extra questioning, ostensibly professional determined that she was definitely that. She quite openly described the use of her Rabbit toy on an almost daily basis. I didn't wait to get home to bring myself off after that one I can tell you... That is not my story though. The rarest group for me to see are younger guys, by which I mean anyone under 45. See, there is so much less to go wrong with guys that girls, that really they just don't cross my door unless there is injury or STD involvement. So my 4 o'clock yesterday, last one of the day, was quite a rarity. He arrived with a referral for a haemosperma, basically an occurrence of blood in the sperm. Generally this is absolutely nothing to worry about, but quite understandably, guys get a bit panicky and have to be seen. So in walks this regular looking guy, about 40 I guess, pleasant manner, quite funny and not bad looking. He was the sort of guy that I wouldn't pick out of a bar for a one night stand, but if I found myself next to him at a dinner party, would probably end up on a date and enjoying it. 'Please call me Adam' he asked when I addressed him formally. We checked some personal details and he told me a little of his symptoms and I asked him if I could do a standard prostate check. As is custom, I asked if he would like someone to join us, but he refused with a 'I think I'll be safe with you...' . I had got him to hop up on the couch and remove his trousers and underwear , lie on his side with his ass facing my way, then went back round the curtain to begin my examination. My God, I couldn't believe what I was seeing - he was huge! It was definitely flaccid, lying as it was on the couch, and I couldn't even see it properly. Normally I couldn't see anything with back towards me but this was hanging there. My first few words may have been a little stuttering, but I quickly regained my composure and began to think fast. It had been a few weeks since I had last had any action and to be honest, it was good just to see a good looking cock again. To be fair this was better than good and I wanted to see it all... 'So Adam, is this the first time you have had a prostate examination?' He nodded. 'Okay, I'll try and be gentle, but it may hurt a little bit. I'll apply a little lube just to make it easier, but just try and relax and we'll be done with this part it a flash'. I had more than my share of stuff up my ass in my time, so it was always a little thrill to claim another ass cherry, be it man or woman. I ran the lube around his hole and spent just a bit longer than I normally would doing it, before gently easing the end of my finger in. All the time he had his eyes closed which allowed me to stare at that gorgeous tool hanging between his legs. I was sure that it was stirring slightly with these gentle caresses. Naughty me eh? Eventually though it was time for the push and with a grunt from him and a few gentle words from me, we were done. 'Not too bad I hope?' I questioned. He replied that he thought it would have been worse. Usually it would have been, but I had reason to keep him there as long as I could. 'Well Adam, there is nothing there to worry about, so I think I'd like to ask you a few more questions then perhaps another test or two, so if you could stay stripped, though you may sit up if you like.' He did and I knew that his T shirt would not hang down far enough to cover the monster between his legs. 'Could I ask you a few personal questions, and feel free to say if you do not wish to answer' I said maintaining a veneer of professionalism. 'Could I ask are you married or single or in an a relationship that is sexually active?' 'I'm very much single at the moment' 'I hate to ask, but is your sexual orientation straight, bi or gay?' His eyes looked at me in a way that almost questioned me back. 'I suppose you need to ask, but defiantly straight...' I almost breathed a sigh of relief at that one. 'When was the last time, approximately, that you had sex? 'A little while now, about a month or so I guess'. 'Again, please feel free to defer if you wish, but could I ask a couple of more specific questions. Was your last partner in a relationship or for want of a better phrase a one-night stand?' 'Err, a short term girlfriend would be a best description' 'So she was known to you and was the sex 'safe'?' 'I have known her for years and we just got it on for a little while, nothing serious, but I think she was clean if that's the angle you are looking at - we were both monogamous at the time, so condoms were not used - she preferred it that way.' 'Excellent - I know we are supposed to preach the safe sex message, but I can understand why you might not' I offered as a little hint that my own preference was for sperm deposited naturally not captured. Glancing down, I could see that this line of conversation was having an effect on Adam's cock, now definitely redder and fatter than before, but still hanging down. 'Being more specific, could I ask one or two more specific questions about your sex life? Did you and your partner ever have sex using toys? It is possible that small infections can occur this way.' 'Yes, she had a vibrator and we sometimes used it.' 'You said you had never had, shall we say, anything back there, so how did you use the toy?' 'Well....I used it on her while doing other things to her' he shifted uncomfortably. 'Do you mind me asking what things?' - my curiosity was being piqued by this comment. He stopped for a moment then added 'It helped her get, well, really wet. I don't wish to brag but I am a bit big for some girls and while they like the thought of a big penis, when it comes down to it, they struggle. It has actually been a problem a lot more often than you might imagine'. 'Oh, I had never thought of it that way myself, but I guess it makes sense. It might make my next question a little redundant, but do you have anal sex with your partners.' 'You are right Rebecca' - it was the first time he used my name, 'as you can imagine, not many are prepared to try - though one or two have been good sports' he smiled. 'Enjoy it?' I winked only half expecting and answer. 'Loved it, but I can't speak for them...' he laughed. I could have sworn he was sizing me up at that moment, perhaps imaging me impaled ass on his cock. I was sure he had grown a little more. 'A couple more questions then we'll move on. When did you first notice the blood in your sperm and have there been any reoccurrences?' - I was feeling slightly hot and went back to doing my job for a minute. 'It was about a fortnight ago I first noticed and not since.' 'So if the occurrence was after your relationship ended, do you mind if I ask how you became aware of it?' 'Err, well you know how it is Rebecca, it a had been a few weeks and a man has needs, so I, well you know, masturbated and that's when I saw it. Got the shock of my life and well, thought I might have done something to it so didn't want to do it again until I had been given the all clear.' I couldn't believe my luck. Two weeks worth of sperm welled up in this magnificent specimen and the poor love was worried and in need of my reassurance. This was definitely right place right time for both of us. 'The good news is Adam that this is something that occurs from time to time in men, generally with no major reason and often we can't find anything. It has probably been a really minor infection, hence my earlier questions, which your body has probably sorted out now as there are no symptoms like pain or discomfort that you have raised. It is almost certain that, err, masturbating, would not do any harm at all' He seemed to breath a sigh of relief at that. I could almost imagine him thinking, thank God for that! 'If you could lie back on the couch, I would like to check for any outward signs of anything untoward. Thank you.' He lay back, I slipped on some latex gloves and lifted up his T shirt right off his chest and there was that magnificent cock. It was all I could do not to just ram it into my mouth. I put my hand round it and lifted it up so it pointed vertically to the ceiling. It spilled over my hand, which could not reach all the way round it, so must have been seven or eight inches long even in this flaccid state. I made a show of checking his balls and perineum, and mentally noted that this pair looked full to bursting. Dragging the check out meant me moving my hands all over him, the one wrapped around his cock rotating slightly as I did. He began to harden noticeably. He apologised. 'Don't worry, I'd be surprised if you didn't - it's quite normal'. Fuck, if he knew how non-normal this really was. 'There all done with that - just one test left.' 'What I would like to do, just to confirm my diagnosis, is to check some sperm from you. I need it fresh as samples go off within 30 minutes. The fact that you have not ejaculated in a couple of weeks is ideal. If I pull the curtain back, could you perhaps produce a sample for me?' His face was a picture. Bless. 'You mean, crack one out now, here?' 'That would be great. I know the ambience might not be ideal, but...' looking down on his now semi-erect cock, 'I reckon we should be able to manage'. He tentatively took hold of his tool and held it upright, but still looked nervous as hell. Exactly what I had hoped for. 'Wait a second.' I quickly reached for a container, maintaining the illusion of the test being legitimate. I flicked the lock on my door. 'Listen, I wouldn't usually do this, but you are my last patient of the day so the sooner we get this done the sooner I get to go home - how about I give you a hand?' His eyes widened - I bet he couldn't believe his luck. His cock was stiffening again in anticipation. I can't even begin to describe just how sodden my knickers were at this point with the thrill and danger headily mixed together. He nodded his approval for the idea and I stood next to the couch while he lay back. 'Being fair, how about I loosen a button or two to show you some cleavage to help you along as well' and undid my top two tunic buttons giving him a good eyeful of my 36C chest being forced up in the wonder bra I had chosen for the day. I wrapped my hand around his over his cock and began the stroking motion with him. I wanted to see this tool totally erect more than any cock I had ever seen before. Within seconds that seemed to be the case. Even two hands now one above the other did not cover it. Jesus, it must have been 10 inches now - I had never seen one this size before. I imagined the damage he must have done to those asses that took a chance on being filled with such a huge cock. The petite slender blonde with the shaven snatch would have looked spectacular mounted on this beast - just like the porn DVD's I loved to watch - innocent girls being savaged by freakishly large cocks. My mind was racing, my grip tightening and quickening with every dirty thought that roared through my head. His hand had fallen away and he was leaving me to it, his eyes shut and breathing heavy. Then I felt his warm palm sliding under my tunic and across my ass, where it just sat. I was in no mood to brush it away bearing in mind I had two hands very unprofessionally fisting his cock toward orgasm. Pre-cum started to dribble from the eye and I spread it around with my forefinger, easing the pace for a moment, making him squirm deliciously. I began to think of how much cum would be produced by this man, so desperate was he for release. I pictured myself being plastered with gallons of his seed then that blonde being forced to lick it all off. Fuck, that little bitch had really invaded my thoughts hadn't she? His breathing was now reaching its peak and it was clear that a few minutes of my skilled milking was doing its job. His hand gripped my ass hard forcing me forward, my clit perfectly positioned to rub against the side of the bed. I combined my work on him with the tiniest motion against the side of the couch, helping me gain some small relief as I pandered to the needs of this huge cock. He groaned and I knew he was nearly there. Time for the piece de resistance, and while my left hand continued to fist him ever harder and faster, I moved my right back to his already lubed ass and slipped my middle finger back into his butt to stimulate his prostate. I knew this was a first for him and clearly wouldn't be a last as with one low guttural groan he spewed cum in a fountain from his bright red cock. I kept pumping and was rewarded with spurt after spurt of thick white cum. It sprayed everywhere, the metal tray to catch it still lying on the side of the trolley. It ran down my hand and wrist, it covered his chest and waist - I had never seen so much from one man. He exhaled and his hand fell from my ass. I made a point of quickly examining the cum as if to keep up the façade of doing my job, not that I thought for one moment he really thought I was after that little display. I looked at him lying there smiling at me playing with his cum. 'I have got two bits of good news for you Adam. The first is that there is no sign of any infection so you are officially discharged.' 'What's the second?' he asked. 'The second is that as you are no longer my patient, the next time you cum will be with that cock of yours buried in my soaking cunt back at my place as soon as we can get back there - now get dressed, as we have got some serious fucking to do...oh, and before you ask, I do take it up the ass as well...'