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Oh, Doctor!

By: kimbelina



Red lace? Or maybe the black with white polka-dots? Hmm, no, I thought to myself as I rummaged through the drawer, I'll go with the blue satin today. I took just a moment to admire myself in the mirror as I put on the matching bra and panties, then quickly pulled on my scrubs and sensible clinic shoes and headed out the door.

It was the least I could do to enliven my otherwise routine-filled day. To put it bluntly, I was in a rut. A sad statement for a 26 year old doctor, I know. But let's just say that working for the HMO wasn't exactly the excitement I had in mind when I'd started out on the path towards my dream career. Even in medical school, when I was doing my residency in the inner-city ER, I was filled with anticipation as I went off to work each day, never knowing who I would meet or what lives I would have the chance to save. Now, not so much. I spent just as much time with paperwork as with patients, and, believe it or not, never got to discover a cure for an exotic disease. Most days, it was a steady stream of little kids with runny noses, their fathers asking surreptitiously for a prescription for little blue pills.

On the bright side, my job did translate into a nice paycheck, and that meant I always had some disposable income to play with. Recently, I'd made a habit of fairly regular visits to my favorite little lingerie shop, building up quite a collection of sets of matching undergarments. There was something about it, knowing that I looked sexy under my unisex scrubs, that kept me going through the stream of patients, meetings, and paperwork each day.

And it didn't hurt that it put a spark back in my relationship with Jacob. We'd been together for three years, living together for two, and both had jobs that left us exhausted in the evening. But lately, I'd made a habit of sending him a text message mid-day, telling him exactly what I'd picked out to wear that day. Often it was something new, something he hadn't even seen yet. On those days especially, it seemed he couldn't get home fast enough to watch me strip for him, and we'd enjoy a quickie before crashing.

Not to mention the fun I had picking out the outfits. Hmm, should I share this part of the story? Oh, what the hell. See, I had a special friend at the lingerie shop - a 22 year old bi-curious salesgirl who made a point of joining me in the dressing room to give me her honest opinion on each ensemble. She was the one who had driven home the importance of matching - not just color, but fabric, pattern, texture - something which Jacob let me know he very much appreciated. Little did he know who my teacher had been...

She insisted on undressing me and helping me into each bra, every pair of panties, with much fondling along the way. Sometimes, she would ask me to model for her as she fingered her clit, her eyes moving over my body as she pleasured herself. We never went further than that, as she needed to be able to jump out of the dressing room whenever another customer entered the store. But it was still a thrill, always leaving me wanting more as I returned home, and always giving me a pleasant memory the next time I put the outfit on. 

It also didn't hurt that my little lingerie buddy and Jacob both loved to tell me how hot I looked. I'm 5'8" and fit, with perfect C-cup tits, long shapely legs, wavy blonde hair just past my shoulders, and big green eyes. Jacob seemed to like me best in blacks or reds, but my personal favorite in the naughty underwear category was blue - just the shade I had chosen to wear today.

"Doctor, your next patient is ready," the nurse had popped her head into my cubicle with her trademark gentle knock and warm smile, and I finished up the e-mail I was typing. What a day. While you were reading up on my lingerie habit, I was taking 10 minutes to eat the sack lunch I had been hungry for three hours before. It had been a long day full of patients and committee meetings. Did I mention the committees? I'll spare you, except to say that HMOs can't seem to function without putting every single doctor on at least three committees. I wanted the day to be over, but there was one more patient standing between me and my exit.

It was in this cranky mood that I went into the exam room, my nose buried in the patient's file as I greeted him with my usual, "Hello there, what seems to be the trouble?" I could see from his chart that he was 43 years old, with a history of excellent health. 6'1", 190 pounds, and notes from another doctor indicating that he was into fitness - everything from running to biking to rock climbing.

It was his voice that brought me out of my fog, and I looked up to see that he was a handsome man, with striking blue eyes. As he responded, I could tell that his voice was normally deep and powerful, but currently affected by what sounded like a nasty chest cold. "Well, I've been congested for a couple of weeks. Thought it was just allergies or a cold, but it doesn't seem to be going away, so I thought I should come in just in case."

I smiled sympathetically, then replied, "It's probably best that you did, are you having any other symptoms? Headaches, anything like that?" I paused to give him a chance to answer as I began my exam.

"Now that you mention it, I have had a few nasty headaches, just in the past few days. I've just been feeling kind of lousy, the congestion and sniffling leaves me tired at the end of the day."

As I was thinking to myself how silly it was for the nurses to have asked him to change into a gown for chest congestion, I asked my next question, "And have you tried anything so far to treat your symptoms? Just want to make sure I'm factoring in any over-the-counter stuff you may be taking before I prescribe anything else?"

"Oh, no, I really don't like to take anything unless I absolutely have to. Just been drinking lots of liquids, trying to get some extra rest."

"OK, sounds great. Open wide," I said as I looked into his mouth, then moved on to his ears, looking for any obvious signs of infection. "Anything else you think I should know?"

"Well, there is one thing that always makes me feel better when I feel like this, and I haven't had an opportunity to try that remedy."

"Oh, what's that?"

"A great blow job."

In spite of all of my training to expect just about anything to come out of a patient's mouth, I immediately blushed, and had to make a conscious effort to stop my jaw from dropping.

"Well, um," I stammered, trying to maintain my role as the professional, "that's not uncommon, you know - the rush of endorphins, the hormones that are released during sex, it all contributes to strengthen the immune system." Just as I regained my composure and managed to spit out this relatively intelligent-sounding sentence, I felt his eyes moving over my body. "And you say you haven't had the opportunity to try that remedy?"

"That's right. See, my standards are quite high. I won't let just anyone suck my cock. She's gotta be hot."

Was this guy for real? Did he make a habit of teasing doctors? Was he just trying to get a rise out of me? As soon as I had that particular thought, I glanced in the direction of his crotch and saw that he was the one with something rising. And I didn't need to be a doctor to see that he wasn't wearing anything under the flimsy gown.

"So, doctor, what would you suggest?" His eyes met mine, and I blushed again, realizing he'd caught me checking out his bulge. It was obvious he wasn't bluffing. He was asking for a prescription for a blow job. Only one thing remained to be determined - was I hot enough to meet his standards, or was he hoping I'd recommend some slut from the pharmacy?

I was in way over my head in the witty banter department, so I decided to proceed with actions, rather than words. I reached up, grabbing the corner of the curtain which hung next to the exam table, and gave it a tug so that it surrounded us in a veil of privacy. There was always the possibility that a nurse or another doctor could enter the room - a thought which caused my heart to race - but if the curtain was pulled, it would be assumed that an exam was taking place, and we wouldn't be interrupted.

I paused for a moment, locking my eyes on his. When he didn't make a move to stop me, I proceeded. I pulled my top off in one quick motion, tossing it to the floor next to me. Then, a bit slower, I slipped out of my pants, standing before him now in nothing but my matching satin blue bra and panties. He smiled to indicate his approval, and began stroking his growing cock through the thin fabric of the gown.

"Just one thing, doctor, before you begin. I'm going to need to know your first name."

A simple question, yes, but oh so naughty. Every day at work, everyone - even those colleagues who had become friends - addressed me by my title. Now, suddenly, brusquely, I was being addressed simply as a woman. More specifically, as a slut who would suck a stranger's cock on command.

"It's Melody. Anything else you need to know?"

"Nope, that's it. On your knees, please," he directed, kindly but firmly, as he stepped down from the exam table and stood before me, pulling up the gown to reveal his bulging cock.

I quickly obliged, bringing myself to eye-level with his manhood, and proceeded to give all of my attention to the task at hand. In one long, slow, smooth motion, I placed my lips around the tip of his cock and gradually worked him into my mouth until I had completely engulfed his entire length, gagging a bit as he reached the back of my throat. Maintaining my slow tempo, I released him and took him in entirely several more times, until I felt him begin to move his hips in rhythm with my motions.

I now began moving faster, taking less length into my mouth as I used my hands on the base of his shaft. He enjoyed this for a few moments before reaching down to push my hands away, grabbing my hair and shoving me down so that I was again taking his entire length into my throat. I struggled to keep from making too much noise, but I loved his aggressive touch, and was moaning with pleasure at each stroke.

"Oh yeah, Melody, you like that, huh? You like it when I force myself deep into your throat?"

I nodded in agreement, unable to speak, and looked up at him with my big green eyes. 

He continued, "I suppose you'd like a little attention as well?" He freed me to pull away long enough to answer.

"Oh no, this is all about you. We can't evaluate the effectiveness of the blow job therapy unless we follow through to the conclusion."

"Very well then, continue."

I got back to work with renewed enthusiasm, completely turned on by the scenario. A colleague could walk in at any moment to discover me engaged in completely inappropriate behavior with a patient, but I didn't care. We - this stranger and I - had quickly invented the role of slutty cock-sucking doctor, and I was getting off on playing it to the hilt.

I now cupped his balls in one hand, and began jacking him off with my other as I firmly sucked the last few inches of his cock. He clearly loved this combination of motions, so I stuck with it, gradually increasing my tempo as I responded to his growing excitement. After a few minutes, he reached down and began fondling my tits, gently at first, but then more firmly, and finally squeezing my nipples to the point of pain.

No complaints from me, though, as I simply bobbed up and down on him with more enthusiasm, groaning with a mix of pain and pleasure as he moved closer to his climax. He was pounding into me now, thrusting his hips powerfully forward as I struggled to keep his throbbing length in my mouth.

"Where do you want me to cum," he hissed breathlessly. Although he had been in control up to this point, I jumped through the door which his question opened. I knew exactly what I wanted, and knew the logistics of the exam room well enough to make it happen.

I gave his cock one last, long suck, before letting him out of my mouth and jumping to my feet. As he watched, I walked to the exam table, placed my forearms flat against its surface, spread my legs, and looked back at him over my shoulder, in a clear invitation to take me from behind.

He needed no further instructions, as he came up behind me, moved the fabric of my panties away from my dripping-wet pussy, and slowly pressed his long, hard cock into me. I groaned loudly as he filled me, reaching down to finger my own clit as he began pounding in and out. I knew he wouldn't last long - but neither would I, turned on as I was. When he reached around and grabbed me by the tits, using them both to pleasure me and as a handle while he fucked me savagely, I could feel my orgasm beginning.

As my pussy clenched around his cock, he whispered in my ear, "Yes, Melody, yes, yes," and I felt his cum shoot deep into me. He collapsed against me, and we both stayed there for a few minutes, panting against the exam table.

When we finally stood up and reached for our clothes to begin dressing, he said with a smile, "Well, it seems that the old treatment worked wonders once again!"

"Glad to have helped! And thank you, I'll have to keep that treatment in mind for troublesome cases in the future."

"Oh no, doctor, thank you."

Oh Doctor



There was something about the smell of hospitals I just couldn't stand. I guess it was the overwhelming sterile smell that drafted through the air, or the annoying little kids who cried and hit each other, it was something. I have no choice but to sit here and twiddle my thumbs while begging the clock to move faster as I waited to be called in. 

Simply sitting here was making me fidget, I was never a fan of doctor's appointments. The odd looking instruments and old nurses asking personal questions, even now they still do that... and I'm 21 years old. Obviously you wouldn't be able to tell if the nurses still ask me if I'm sexually active, or maybe they wonder if I'm just the sad pathetic lonely type, not like they would be far off anyways. My hands continue to fumble with themselves as I begin to realize just how much I loathe this place.

"Laney Williams?" the mousey looking nurse appears from the doctor's door before I can make my great escape. I bitterly grumble while standing up and grabbing my purse before the nurse motions me inside. She leads me to the computer desk and points to the blood pressure machine while her fingers begin typing like lightning.

"How are you today?" the nurse asks me in a tone that suggests she's forcing herself to pretend that she cares how I'm doing.

"I'm good." I reply faintly as she nods and continues to type away. I soon feel the arm band wrapped tightly around my slender and wince as it begins to compress and crush my poor fragile bicep. After it's done, I'm moved through the whole weight/height measurement and temperature before I can sit back down. My eyes wander over the dimly lit place with boredom, losing myself in a thought when I hear the nurse's faint voice and I snap out of my trance.

"Huh?" I reply dumbly as the nurse looks less than amused. Lord, I thought nurses were supposed to be nice.

"Follow. Me. Please." she retorts as I frown at her tone and follow her into the room where I'm handed a heavy gown and a thin blanket.

"Remove all your clothing except your underwear. Your usual doctor Dr. Wilbur is currently away due to a family emergency, therefore Dr. Caden Musso will be filling in for her." she tells me as I widen my eyes.

"Caden Musso? As in a male doctor?" I ask her meekly.

"Yes. I know you prefer a female doctor Ms. Williams, but unfortunately Dr. Musso is the only doctor able to be here on such short notice. I'm sorry but please undress, the doctor will be in shortly." she replies before leaving without a sound as I begin to panic. I never did well with male doctors, it made me very uncomfortable. Most girls would agree asking a male doctor whether heavy menstrual bleeding is normal is a just tad bit awkward. I nervously begin to undress myself and change into the pathetic gown. When I'm fully nude I have no choice but to stare at my reflection in the long mirror with a sigh. I was never comfortable with my body. Sure I've been told I was a pretty girl, but who honestly ever really believes that deep down? My long legs and arms are rather lanky and I'm still the cup size I was in high school.

When I'm changed, I stick my glasses in my purse and sit on the edge of the high bed, letting my feet dangle like a child while I wait for this doctor to come in. Not a moment later do I hear a soft knock on the door and I barely manage to whisper a response to let him know I'm ready. The door opens and I almost choke on my own breath as the doctor comes in. He certainly did not look he was old enough to be a doctor, but rather a hockey player or some sort of athlete. 

He was tall in comparison to my 5'5 frame, maybe 6 ft 2 if I was correct. Despite the long white trench coat, it was obvious his body was toned. His face and neck revealed a soft caramel tone with a heat shaped face, pink lips, and a button nose with mocha brown eyes to match. His hair was a raven black but cut very short, almost as if he had shaved it, but not quite. He had to have been at least 28, 30 being the maximum.

"Hello." he smiled revealing a perfect set of white teeth bleached to perfection. His voice was soft and even, it made me shiver involuntarily.

"H-hi." I stuttered slightly.

"How are you this afternoon?" he inquired while looking over my papers on a clipboard as I tried my best not to stare at him.

"I'm good, and yourself?" I answered politely.

"I'm doing good thank you." he smiled once more before sitting down.

"So...I'm Dr. Musso. I'll be taking over for Dr. Wilbur while she's momentarily away, I hope that's okay with you...Laney?" he apparently read my name off my paper as I nodded slowly.

"Huh. Pretty name for a pretty girl." he added with a soft smile as a blush spread throughout my body. Surely he didn't mean that, no guy had ever considered me remotely cute. I simply chuckled and mumbled a thank you, this obviously did not help the situation of me still being looked at by a male, a hot male for that matter.

"You're in for just a physical?" he asked me as I nodded once more.

"Yes." I replied softly as he nodded back.

"Alright. Any particular questions you'd like to go over particularly?" he asked curiously as he stood up and walked over to the ear checker thing and picked it up.

"I don't think so..." I answered nervously as he came closer to me and moved my long hair from my right ear before sticking the tool inside gently, looking inside before walking to the other ear and doing the same.

"Follow the light please." he instructed me as I did so while he moved the tool from left to right a couple times and finally put it back.

"Are you sure? It says in your history you had a problem with asthma. How is your breathing?" he inquired while he raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, almost as if he knew I didn't want to talk because I was immensely embarrassed. I couldn't seem to find the voice as he stared at me, his mocha eyes were so soft yet piercing, I had not felt like this towards any guy.

"Well I had a problem because of where I lived, it was very dusty...but I'm fine now." I replied with certainty as he smiled another killer smile.

"Well if you say so." he shrugged. "Any family history of heart disease, liver disease, diabetes, breast cancer etc?"

"No." I shook my head. He nodded and used his pen to write down something before he walked back over to me and grabbed his stethoscope off his neck.

"If you don't mind?" he asked as he motioned to the long black piece and opened my gown a bit from the top to reveal my back. I shuddered as I felt the cold surface touch my skin.

"Breathe deeply for me please." he instructed as I did so, the lower he moved, the more I began to stiffen and I'm sure he noticed. I heard him chuckle lightly behind me as I felt his breath on my ear.

"You don't have be shy you know." he whispered into my ear as I blushed even further, his breath tickling the side of my face and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, even worse as I felt my nipples harden. My skin had resembled a tomato I was sure of it. I felt fingers glide down my back as I tensed up and turned my head to him in outright shock when I realized just how close his face was to mine. 

My breathing hitched a bit as I stared right into his eyes, those amazing deadly eyes. His cool breath was a fresh mint that had sent more shivers through me as my brain tried to process what was happening, not getting very far when I suddenly felt his lips on mine. I gasped at the contact, feeling soft flesh move against my own. I had been kissed before, but this was just ridiculous. His lips were so warm and inviting, I couldn't help but kiss back. If I had been watching myself, I would've died from shock. I had only known the guy for 10 minutes and I was already kissing him. 

I attempted to pull away, but he used a hand to grab the side of my face and bring me back in as I didn't fight it. This man I barely knew, I wanted him to touch me. He deepened the kiss while still gripping the side of my face in his strong left hand. I began to feel like I was 16 all over again, an inexperienced idiot who had never been French kissed before as his tongue slid across my lips, demanding entrance that I allowed. His tongue found mine and massaged it smoothly as I did my best to keep up, finding it wasn't as horrible as imagined. 

After a moment, I had relaxed to it and battled him for dominance as he moved to the front of the bed, never breaking the kiss. His hands had placed themselves on my bare thighs, gripping them as I jumped slightly. His lips went down to my neck and I closed my eyes, his smooth pink flesh felt so good as he planted butterfly kisses and began nipping at my skin. His hands had moved upwards until my purple panties were revealed and he cupped my hips in his large hands. 

He then reached behind me and undid the last tie to my gown before pulling it back and I felt the material slowly slide down my body, revealing my upper half as I looked at him astounded. I suddenly felt a cold draft go through the air, making my nipples harden even more as he stared at me, taking in the sight of me half naked. His hands didn't hesitate to reach out and cup my breasts as I gasped. He pushed them up and against me, getting the full weight of them. So they weren't your average C cup, but they still were a good handful. His index fingers and thumbs took my nipples and pinched them, sending vibrations through me as I gasped once more. He palmed them until I was sure my nipples couldn't have gotten any harder. He lowered his head to my right breast and sucked it into his mouth while my hands subconsciously grabbed the blanket resting in my lap. His cool wet tongue swirled around the dark pink nub as I let out a soft moan. 

He nibbled on the tender flesh for a moment before switching to my other breast and delivering the same treatment. It didn't appear to me that someone could walk in any minute, but I didn't care. When he finished with my breasts, his hands moved down to my panties once more down to my personal area where it had already begun to get damp with my secretions. Dr. Caden seemed to find this to his liking, his hand rubbing my folds through the material in an up and down motion, my breathing had only continued to hitch.

He slipped a hand inside my panties and I bucked my hips up when he felt my folds and pubic hair (neatly trimmed I might mention.) He probed my folds a little bit longer before finding my clitoris as I let out a sharper gasp, the unfamiliar contact was thrilling. He teased it from under its hood and began to finger it in a circle, not taking long for me to feel the sensations of nerves being touched so skillfully. 

"Dr. Musso." I whispered to him as he smiled and leaned in to kiss me once more.

"Just call me Caden." he whispered to me and rubbed my clit harder until I was sure I was going to explode all over his hand. My hips bucked against his finger, aching for him to touch me more, to which he had obliged. He slipped a meaty finger in my moist hole as I breathed out a moan of relief. He managed to get up to his knuckle in before he pulled it out and repeated the motion. I could feel my juices slowly coat his finger as he thrust it in and out, dampening the paper underneath me.

"You're pretty tight there Laney." he smirked at me while he added a second finger, making my body shudder as I tried to control my voice, hopeful no one outside the room was able to hear us. I could just imagine their reaction to seeing a doctor fingering a patient like this!

"I'm going to cum." I whispered at last as I felt my stomach tightening, that was when he suddenly pulled his fingers out while I whined at him, his smirk never faltering.

"We can't have that yet can we?" was all he told me before I watched him reach down to his pants and undo the button and zipper, pulling them down halfway to reveal a rather large bulge inside his plaid boxers. 

"I saw your file, you're on birth control aren't you?" he asked me as I nodded in a daze, too hypnotized at the sight of a man pulling his boxers down to reveal an extraordinaire rod at full attention.

"Yes." I whispered feebly. He reached for my panties and pulled them down my legs swift and dropped them to the floor; my mound on full display to his eyes only while he licked his lips.

"You're a very pretty girl Laney." he smiled at me before he grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs open while I panted in anticipation, his hand encircling his erect dick and positioning himself at my entrance before pushing in. I moaned as my walls adjusted to his size, not enough to hurt, but enough to know he meant business. He slid all the way and retracted before pushing back in and my hands immediately grasped his trench coat. He let out a throaty moan while starting a rhythm of short but deep thrusts while I moaned louder than I had hoped for.

"Oh God." I whispered to him as the pleasure was inexplicable. He moved his hands down to squeeze my ass while he continued to drive into me on the hard bed. My hands went to his broad shoulders and gripped them while we both rocked against each other. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had thought how wrong this was, how ashamed my mother would be if she saw me now. But to a loner, this was Heaven. The way my lower muscles contracted and milked his dick for all he had was better than I had ever imagined.

"So...tight..." he moaned between thrusts as he began to go harder, his hands still squeezing my ass like a vice grip, nails digging into the tender flesh while I gasped. My walls were fully soaked and allowed an easier and deeper access for him to achieve. I let my head fall back in ecstasy while his mouth had assaulted my neck once more.

"Caden, I'm so close..." I begged him for release, my abdomen tightening like it had before. He nodded and forced himself inside me while I screamed softly, determined to keep my voice down, but deep down I knew I would scream like a banshee if given the opportunity. At last I felt my vagina release and a wave of pleasure surged through me as I squeezed his shoulders to steady myself for fear I was hyperventilating. I gasped over and over until the feeling passed and soon I felt his warm creamy load shoot into me. He panted heavily in my ear while resting on my breasts, both of us on a temporary high. 

After a moment he swiftly pulled himself out with me as I shivered. I closed my eyes briefly before opening them to look at him, almost believing I was in a dream. He nimbly tucked himself back inside his boxers and pants before redoing the button and fly.

"Well." he spoke softly as he stared down at me. 

"That was certainly a physical." he commented as I blushed to myself while he smiled and readjusted his trench coat.

"I'll give you a minute to compose yourself." he smirked to himself and carefully opened the door and walked out while I sighed to myself in a daze still before I shakily hopped off the bed, almost toppling to the floor as I felt hyper sensitive between my legs. I grabbed my clothes and panties off the floor before dressing myself and fixing my hair in the mirror. After a minute, Dr. Caden had come back in while I chewed on my lip. 

"I'll need you to update your lab tests. I'm requesting a blood and urine test. You can ask Louisa at the front where to go for them then you can come back here for the results, sound good?" he asked me softly as I nodded meekly and chewed on my lip before he handed me a piece of paper.

"Thanks for coming in Laney, I look forward to seeing you soon." he whispered to me and gave me a wink before he left the room. I chewed on my lip and couldn't help but grin to myself as I grabbed my purse and left the room shortly after him. I reached the front desk where Louisa had given me the info for the lab tests.

"I'm making your next appointment on Friday, is that okay?"

"Yes, sounds perfect." I smiled at her before I greeted her a goodbye and left the office swiftly, thanking Dr. Wilbur for her emergency. I had reached my car before a grin had spread across my face.

I couldn't wait for my next appointment.



Oh Doctor! Stage 01



Lena was in a bit of a bind. In the last year, she'd gone through an unexpected divorce. It was a stereotypical "corporate-man-starts-fucking-secretary-and-shafts-loyal-thirty-something-wife" affair. Her ex-husband had been the conservative sort that expected Lena to stay home and make house, so she did not have a career of her own. And Lena's husband had been conservative in most other regards as well. They had married young, and he had always resisted everything except for standard missionary sex. Then he hooked up with his secretary, who fucked and sucked in every way and at every opportunity. Soon, Lena was moving out of her expensive house and into single bedroom squalor to make room for Ms. Secretary. Her middle-class friends shied away from her, as though secretary-fucking might be a communicable disease. Lena was socially screwed and financially screwed. And, at thirty-seven, she had never been physically screwed to any sort of reasonable satisfaction. 

Poor Lena took a job at a local fifties-themed café. Dazed by her husband's betrayal, she'd been pressured into a quick divorce that somehow left her without financial compensation. So she served coffee and bussed tables for 11.50 an hour. Her bills kept mounting. Her useless lawyer wanted money, and her credit card was maxed from a foolish break-up spending binge. 

Now it was crisis time. Her paycheque wasn't going to cover April's rent. Lena sat at her battered kitchen table running her hands through her short, spiky brown hair. After the divorce, she'd cut it off in a bid to save some money. Her chocolate eyes were glossy with tears and fatigue. Without a miracle, Lena would have nowhere to live. Her breasts heaved inside her cheap cotton t-shirt. She snapped open her laptop and pulled up Google:

"Quick Money in Denver."

She scrolled past Pyramid Knife schemes, calls for topless models, telemarketing scams and casino ads. She paused. A posting caught her eye. 

Medical research study needs subjects. Female age 30-45. No risk. Substantial compensation. Contact 555-641-0870. Serious Interest only, please.

Medical Research? She'd probably fill out questionnaires, maybe have to do some exercise or something. Easy stuff. She pulled up the research facility website. It looked legitimate. And she was feeling desperate. 

Lena's hand shook as she snapped open her cell phone. She wiped a damp palm on her round, jean-clad thigh and dialled the number. It rang several times. Just as Lena was about to hang up, someone answered.

"Hello? XY Research institute?" A woman's voice. Friendly but businesslike. 

"Yes. Hi..." Lena responded hesitantly, and trailed off.

"This is Emma. May I help you?"

Lena took a deep breath.

"I read your ad online? For research subjects? I-I really hope I might be able to do this. I need the money so I don't lose my apartment and I just don't know what else I'm going to do..." Lena sobbed.

"How old are you, my dear?" The voice was calm and soothing and cut through her tears.

"I'm 37."

"Are you in good health? Do you exercise?"

"Well, I used to. Now I'm always working."

"What is your height and weight? Your build?"

"I'm 5 foot ten and a hundred and fifty pounds. So, um, curvy but still in OK shape, I guess."

"Do you smoke?"

"No. Well, a bit of pot once and a while..."

"That's fine. How often do you drink?"

"Oh, once every week or two."

"It sounds like you're an ideal candidate. Can you come in for an interview this week?"

"Ok. What exactly is this research study?"

"The doctor is concerned about revealing too much information, I'm afraid. There's a great deal of competition in his field. If you are accepted, you will sign a confidentiality agreement and then receive more details. All I can currently tell you is that there is no lasting harm and no risk involved. You will be back working the next day."

"That sounds alright. What is the compensation?"

"It depends a bit on what nature of subject you become. If you fit all the criteria and are part of the full experimentation procedure, you'll be paid eighteen thousand dollars from our private donation fund. Fortunately, our contributors feel this sort of research is very important and are willing to back that up with their wallets."

Lena gasped. She could pay off her pushy lawyer, clear her credit card, and catch up on her rent. She prayed that she could make this money.

Emma made an appointment for Lena to be interviewed the following day, after her coffee shop shift ended at 4. Lena thanked her. She hung up the phone and cried with relief.

After work the next day, Lena rushed to the address of the research institute. Her boss had kept her late cleaning out the cappuccino machine. Her hair was tousled and standing up at angles. Her vintage-style, pencil-skirted white uniform was definitely worse for wear. Lena had hoped to run home and freshen up, but there was simply no time. She had no idea how sexy she looked in her dishevelled dress, her smudged eye makeup and her fist-fussed hair-do. Her top button had given up the battle with her D-sized cleavage, and her ample backside strained against her crumpled skirt. Her legs were bruised but looked endless and inviting. Her lips were bitten rosy from nervousness. She walked into the Institute reception area and Emma's eyebrows rose. She crossed her legs behind the desk and smiled.

"You must be Lena. Thanks for coming. Doctor Ellis will be with you shortly. Would you like some coffee?"

"No thanks." Lena stammered. Emma was gorgeous. Wide cheekbones and eyes, curling, long black hair and a wide smile on a tight, tiny package. Lena felt intimidated and insecure around stunning, small women like Emma. She felt giant and gawky. But Emma`s manner was very friendly.

"I love your hair, Lena. Most women can't pull off such a short style. But it looks fantastic with a face as flawless as yours is!"

"Thanks" responded Lena awkwardly. "I was just thinking how much I love yours."

Emma grinned. "I'd love to go short like you. It can be so... assertive. But I look like a boy without my hair."

Lena laughed. "I don't think you could ever look like a boy!"

Just then, Emma's phone buzzed. She stood and opened the oak door at the back of the room.

"Go on in, Lena. The Doctor is ready for your interview. Good Luck!"

Lena stood up and crossed through the door. Doctor Ellis rose from behind his desk and offered her his hand. He was a touch taller than her, with cropped dark hair, square glasses and a slightly wild beard. He looked every bit of the distracted professor. As Lena's brown eyes met his, though, a shiver ran unexpectedly up her spine. His blue eyes seemed to devour her for a moment, raking over her body and back up to her face as though he had just stripped her naked. She figured it must just be a glance of medical appraisal and told herself to stop being foolish. The doctor gestured at the wooden chair across his desk and Lena sat down.

"So, you must be Ms. Lena. I know Emma began a cursory interview over the phone. I have her notes here, so we can just continue on with the questions, if that is acceptable." His voice was warm and gently-pitched, but somewhat curt, like he was used to issuing directives. Emma nodded at him, and clenched her hands in her lap.

"Alright, then. You don't have heart disease, blood pressure diseases, any sort of communicable disease?" 

"No."

"Do you have any children?"

"No." 

"But you have a regular menstrual cycle? You are sexually active?"

"My period is normal. I, uh, haven't been, uh, active, in a while." Lena blushed.

"Excellent. When was your last period?"

"I finished a week and a half ago."

"Good. Would you be willing to have a blood test? My study involves tracking hormone levels."

"That should be fine." Dr. Ellis pushed a button and Emma appeared with blood-drawing equipment. The doctor and Emma exchanged glances. Lena didn't notice. She was startled that he planned to do the test instantly. Emma put her hand on Lena's shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm a nurse. This won't hurt a bit. Just look the other way."

Lena turned her face away and felt two

...wait, two? 

quick pinches on her inner arm.

"Sorry." exclaimed Emma. "Missed the vein that first time."

Lena relaxed. 

Doctor Ellis cleared his throat.

"Emma can take your baseline measurements now and then we can sign the confidentiality form. I think you will suit my project nicely, Ms. Lena."

Lena sighed with relief. Emma pulled out a measuring tape. 

"Lift your arms please."

Emma slid the tape around the fullest swell of Lena's breasts. Her fingers lightly brushed across her nipples as she pulled the tape tight. Lena had extremely sensitive nipples and they sprang to attention.

"38." Emma dictated, and the doctor scribbled it down on his clipboard. He leaned back in his chair and waited.

The measuring tape snaked around Lena's waist.

"30."

The tape now wrapped low around Lena's hips. Emma's fingers grazed Lena's bottom and then circled to the front as she brought the tape in. Her fingertips ended up pushing firmly into the vee of Lena's crotch through her tight skirt. Lena was embarrassed to feel herself growing warm and damp. Emma's body pressed against her as she read the measurement.

"40."

Dr. Ellis wrote the last figure down and steepled his fingers under his chin.

"Perfect. Now you just need to sign here, Ms. Lena."

Lena was feeling quite odd. Her breasts were engorged and her panties were suddenly slick inside her dress. She figured she should ask some questions, but her brain seemed slow after the distraction of being measured. She rather wanted Emma to touch her again.

"Well, um, what exactly is expected of me?" A wave of heat flowed up between her legs and settled at the base of her belly. Lena swallowed.

"Nothing is expected, Ms. Lena. We are interested in natural responses to stimuli. Just sign here. Now."

A shock ran up Lena's arm as Doctor Ellis grasped her hand. His was dry and hot. He pushed the pen into her fingers and pursed his finely drawn lips.

"Sign here." His voice changed slightly as he said this. It was a bit louder, with an arrogant command snapping through it. He drew her hand over to the paper. Lena signed the sheet and then looked down at herself. She felt hot. Too hot. Her skin felt sticky and she didn't like it. She watched her fingers reach down and undo another button on her blouse. 

What the Hell? 

She felt a bit better.

"Undo the rest. " Lena's head snapped up. Dr. Ellis was suddenly standing next to her, clipboard in his hand.

"What?" She resisted a desire to run her hands through his mink hair. 

Something was happening to her.

"Take. Off. Your Dress. Quickly ." Dr. Ellis gestured towards her.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth then Emma was kneeling between Lena's legs, briskly unfastening the buttons up the front of her uniform. Lena was confident somewhere in the back of her mind that this was not scientifically appropriate, but the rest of her brain was fixated on Emma's hands stroking her belly beneath her opened garment. The back of Emma's hands ran up the inside of Lena's thighs and cupped her mound with her palm. Then she stood again. 

Did that just happen? 

"Let's go to the lab."

The doctor strode out of the room. Emma eased Lena up from the chair and slipped her arms out of her dress. Lena was led out of the reception room in her black bra and boy short panties and into the back of the facility. A blur of hallways and doors spun past her fevered eyes as Emma moved her along. Then they were in a large, brightly lit room with an examination table, a chair and a tray of cloth-covered tools waiting. The Doctor had his back turned to a counter in the corner, where he gathered a handful of shining instruments.

"Get up on the table now, Ms. Lena."

Some rational instinct prompted Lena to back away. Just as quickly, Emma grasped her shoulder with a shockingly firm grip and propelled her over to the table. She resisted, but felt loose and shaky. She was soon seated on the edge of a starched white sheet. Emma unfastened Lena's bra and pulled it off. Just as quickly, she slid her Lena's panties off her hips and pushed her down onto the table. 

"Please put the restraints on this time, Emma." Doctor Ellis spoke from across the room. Lena felt dizzy. The room spun and she closed her eyes for a moment.

When she opened her eyes again, Lena was strapped down on the table. Her wrists were crossed and clipped to a rest above her head. Her knees were drawn open and lashed to metal rails at her sides. 

Uh-Oh. 

She wanted to speak, but her mouth was silenced by a rubber probe with a cord running from its back. She felt something clipped to her ear, and cold plastic stuck to various places on her torso.

"Welcome back, Ms. Lena." Doctor Ellis stepped back into view. 

"You are fortunate to be the subject of an exciting experiment. We are investigating female sexual response. Pushing its boundaries, if you will. You've been given a supplement to enhance blood flow and nerve response. We will now apply a variety of sexual stimuli to you and monitor your response. There is equipment monitoring your heart rate, your blood flow, your temperature and your muscular reactions. We will also supplement this with more... empirical observations."

Lena's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Should have insisted on details. This is sick. 

She shook her head frantically and pulled against her restraints. Doctor Ellis passed his clipboard over her body to Emma.

"Alright Emma. Please take notes. At 17:46 we are ready to begin. Subject has received 30ccs of Compound #8. She is displaying typical initial resistance but appears to be physically primed." The doctor reached down, pushing past Lena's engorged lower lips, and slid his index finger firmly into her pussy. He crooked his finger inside of her.

"Certainly sufficiently lubricated. Her vagina does, however, have the characteristic tightness of underuse." He forced another finger into Lena as well. She moaned behind her gag. The Doctor began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her prostrate body.

"Easily remedied. Emma? Please begin the secondary stimulation." Lena moaned as Emma grasped her nipples in her fingertips and began tugging and rolling them. She circled Lena's plump breasts with her palms and then continued pulling on her nipples. Lena felt molten fire drip down her torso between Emma's insistent grip and Doctor Ellis' plunging digits. He paused, and glanced over at a flickering screen of numbers.

"You can apply the clamps now, Emma."

Clamps?

Lena pulled at her restraints but was securely fastened. Her nipples were hard red pebbles, held between Emma's nimble fingers. The nurse trapped one more tightly between her thumb and index finger and pinched it. Hard. Emma gasped, in fear and at the flick of dragon's tongue desire running down her chest and into her obscenely spread crotch. 

Do I like this? I shouldn't like this.

Emma turned and pulled the cloth covering off of the surgical tray. She retrieved a shining steel alligator clamp on a long chain and closed its teeth around Lena's left nipple. 

Her chest exploded with a kickback of crossed nerves. A whip of pain made her scream into her gag, then a warm, aching joy rolled in behind it, and flooded her drug-enhanced senses. She felt her pussy leaking juice onto the table. 

Another nipple. Another clamp. Chains connected and pulled tight. A third trailed down her belly. Lena struggled to breathe. She sobbed, and ground her hips into the unyielding metal.

I want this to stop. 

Liar. You want more.

Dr. Ellis reached down between her legs and began to roll her engorged button between his gloved fingers. He glanced up at his computer.

"The response is particularly marked this time, isn't it Emma? And this is only Stage 1 solo!"

"Yes, Doctor. I think our subject might well achieve all of the project's parameters. Perhaps even Stage 3?"

"Agreed."

The Doctor firmly pulled back the hood of Lena's clit with his thumb. Then he leaned forward and fastened his lips around the exposed organ. His tongue wiggled fiendishly against her most sensitive spot as he used suction to drag her nub into his mouth. His gloves clutched her inner thighs and dragged her open to his invasion. He coaxed her clit out, forcing the pink pearl to stand thicker and bigger and fill with blood. 

Lena felt electric tingles working up her calves, down from her neck, pulsing in her pinched nipples. These shivers raced together like dynamite fuses towards a mighty explosion. 

I am going to shatter from the force of this. Here it comes...

Swiftly, Doctor Ellis lifted his head, grabbed the third chained clamp and closed it around her pulsing nub. 

Lena dropped into the darkest, most delicious, dripping orgasm of her under experienced life. A wave of liquid lava gushed from her clenching core. Every muscle seized up in fiery ecstasy. 

!!!!!!!! I want this always.

The table rattled beneath her as she thrashed in her bonds. A road map of bliss ran from her glowing granite nipples, up the damp trail of her jugular to her pink ears, down the heaving hollow and round of her belly and into the newly opened centre of her physical universe. 

Finally, Lena slumped back onto the table. Her cunt was glorious coral, glistening beneath the clamp and the cropped curl of her pubic hair. Her chest rose and fell in shallow rhythms as she recovered. 

Emma ran her finger up the other woman's neck and around the curve of her ear. She stepped back and began to remove her scrubs. 

"I think it's time for Stage 2. Don't you, Doctor?"