2 comments/ 65210 views/ 13 favorites I Began to get a Little Aroused By: JohnWesleyWalsh I began to get a little aroused as soon as I found myself outside her office. I knew it had been a while since any sort of sex, and that this had been coming (why should I lie? I had on a few occasions, when finding myself with a quiet moment, when thoughts that were leading me on, stopped, not without doing anything, not without undressing, say, not without standing in front of the mirror, or laying back on my bed, not without feeling myself become aroused, letting myself, savouring the low simmer of erotic excitement. And getting hard. Seeing myself become erect, holding myself, gripping, touching myself, getting so far, but no further. I couldn't kid myself this wasn't because I knew this was coming, I knew with even a small measure of sexual energy, well). There was something about examinations, about being looked at, however professionally, however devoid of personal attraction or interest, there was something about being looked at that had always excited me, not to the point of it being a thing, no, not a fetish, but at some level of being checked out, assessed, looked at. There was a sweet sort of nervousness. Perhaps also to do with the power imbalance, the disparity of knowledge, of control. And I knew this was going to be a routine, if thorough exam, for the visa I was applying for. I knew I was in reasonable health. I wasn't here because I was ill. Either way, I was very slightly aroused just waiting, which I wanted, engineered really, I suppose I was hoping for that pleasant buzz of excitement throughout, no more. I saw the red light come on. I stood up and opened the door. I did notice at once how pretty she was. Dark hair, cut short, cropped really, almost my height, blue eyes, long slim legs, a black skirt, and a grey roll neck sweater. I assumed cashmere. I couldn't help notice it showing off the high swell of her breasts. My eyes immediately, for a second, dropped to her chest, to the merest hint of pointing nipples. I smiled up at her, sensing my penis pulse, or not even, sensing the quickest tingling of circulation. "Hello, would you like to come in?" "Yes, yeah, hello." "And you are here for a full check up for a visa right?" "That's it, yep." She looked at her computer screen, through a pair of tortoiseshell glasses. She wasn't wearing a white coat. Was this good? I guessed she was older than me, ten, fifteen years. I watched, as she scrolled and clicked, I watched, glancing. She was quite fabulous suddenly, those hands, those lips. I felt aroused by her age (by everything really), she licked her lips, or not even, I saw the tip of her moist pink tongue dart out and touch the outer edge of her mouth. I imagined her licking the end of her husband's penis (did she have one? I looked for a ring, was there one? What finger was it again?), I imagined her sitting on her office chair, being visited, unzipping her husband, pushing down his trousers, his underwear, reaching in and pulling out his half hard, half soft prick, bending and taking it in her soft mouth, licking, kissing the smooth tip of his swelling member. "Okay then, if you could strip down to your underwear, behind that screen, then sit on this table?" "Sure. Yep" I stood behind the screen, which seemed an odd piece of decorum, my near nakedness would be fine, but not the act of me undressing. This was too sexual perhaps, too much like watching someone strip, which of course you would. I didn't rebel against it. I undid my boots and stepped out of them, pulled my socks off, dropped my jacket on the chair behind me, undid my shirt and removed this, felt a wash of cool air over my chest. And then found myself waiting. I undid my trouser buttons, unzipped them and let them fall to the floor, folded them onto the chair. Glanced down at myself. At the tight grey cotton of my briefs, the curves and bulges my genitals made against the thin material. The image of the doctor's breasts drifted into my mind, her mouth, her hands, gipping - how many? I wondered how many soft and hard cocks she had touched, she had felt harden in his grip, stroking with expert fingers -- an older lover's stiff prick, laying him flat, undoing, unzipping, pulling his trousers and underwear off, letting his erection bounce up, taking him, stroking, holding the end of his hard penis to her moist eager pussy, drawing him inside her, lowering her tight quim along the length of his rigid dick. A young lover's , her first, kissing, feeling him stiffen against her belly, reaching down, reaching in to this young man's trousers and touching his hot hard prick, touching a boy's penis for the first time. I stepped out from behind the curtain. "Right. Do you want to sit here." I felt my pleasant nerves return as I sat and waited for her. She stood up from her desk and stepped towards me, a blood pressure band and stethoscope in her hand. She slipped the first onto my arm and inflated the ring. I felt the pressure tighten around my bicep as I felt her fingers on my wrist. Her touch was cool and firm, and involved her stepping quite close to me, close enough that I couldn't help but breathe in her scent, a delicate mix of moisturiser, body wash, skin and shampoo. She smelled good. My stomach took a quick dip at this combination of sensual involvements. She pumped and pressed. After a minute or so she loosened the arm band and slid it from me. "Well, you're one-twenty over eighty, this is a tiny bit high, for someone your age. Not to worry about. Perhaps you are a little nervouse. I am just going to listen to your breathing now. When I say if you could take some deep breaths." "Sure." I felt her move around to my back, then felt the cold metal of the stethoscope being held onto my skin. Then her hand touch me. She asked me to take my deep breath. I did. Three times more. Each time feeling the physical connection between her exam and my penis. Just, slightly, but pleasurable. I glanced down. Hoping the slight pleasure would not be noticeable. It wasn't. I could tell the bulge of my penis was bigger, a little, but no-one else, she wouldn't be able to tell. "Okay. A few questions then." "Of course." "Do you drink alcohol?" "Yes" "How many units a week?" "Oh, um, it varies I suppose. At least twenty I think." "Smoke?" "Yes, actually." "Right, how many per day?" "Oh, somewhere between twenty and thirty." "Well, that's not good. Have you thought about stopping." "Um, well, I have thought about it sure." "Never tried?" "I'll stop, I think, I mean I will, when I get fed up of it." "Hmm. what about other drugs?" "Nope, uh, I mean, very infrequently." "Right. What though?" "Well, cannabis I suppose, I mean, a few, a fair amount of different ones, but not for ages, probably about a year or so, and even then not often, two or three times a year maybe." "Sure, so, cocaine? Ecstasy? Amphetamine?" "Uh, yes, they're the ones" "Right, I'll just listen to your heartbeat now" She bent her head to mine, pressed the stethoscope to the centre of my chest. I felt her breath on my bare shoulder as she listened to my heart, I think of her breath all over her partner, in his ear, on his neck, against his mouth, teasing the tip of his now hard cock. I think of her kissing his tight scrotum, licking his large heavy balls and blowing cool air over them. I imagine her licking the solid length of his huge prick, too fat for her fingers, inch after inch of hot hard rigid stem, I think of her running her tongue over the root of his organ, kissing his hot humid seam. My penis trembled a little more. I have visions of her taking his swollen slippery tip in her mouth, sliding her soft wet lips over his tender glans, letting him come, letting him fill her mouth with his hot seed, her younger self, reaching, holding her first boyfriend's stiff penis, undoing him, looking, seeing a guy's thing, seeing it, feeling it grow in her hand, seeing it, feeling it get hard, get thick and long, and bending down to it, tasting him, taking her first boyfriend's stiff cock in her mouth. I need to stop this. Fuck. "okay, that sounds nice and healthy. Ears and eyes now." "Do you need me to move?" "No, you stay sat there." She moved to the side of me, I felt her touching my ear, her breath closer, warmer on my neck, the plastic nozzle of the octoscope pushing into me in a small act of penetration. She finished and walked around to the other side of me, repeating the process on my left side. I looked down at my lap again, glad I had worn a pair of tighter briefs, not my normal and looser boxer shorts. "Okay, now I need you to look straight ahead, I'll shine this light into your eye, if you could keep your eye open" "Yep, no bother." And then she was almost within the distance of a kiss as she shone a penlight first into my right, then left eye, her left hand just grazing my shoulder to keep me steady. "Right, brilliant. Now before I measure your height and weight if you could take down your underwear." "Oh, um" "I need to complete a testicular exam and look at your penis." "Oh" I sensed another tortuous wave of arousal wash over me. My perverted nature now rising up. "If that's okay? Completey standard." "Sure, of course." I hesitated, wondering whether to stand up, or wriggle out of them whilst sat down. My penis now felt half erect. I looked. No, come on, barely anything. Okay. All okay. I stood, she stepped back, waiting, and, I could help but notice, watching, was this standard? Of course. Completely. I hooked my thumbs into the elasticated waistband of my briefs, pulled them down along my thighs and without really thinking stepped out of them. My penis sprang free, I felt the air brush over it, my scrotum was high and tight, but my penis had an unmistakeable if still only slight bounce to it as it was released from the constricts of my underwear. I looked down again, quickly, I knew I had become slightly hard, I knew my cock was bigger than it's normal soft size, not enough to look stiff, not obviously aroused, just, if you like, as if I had a quite large penis, which I didn't really, not when it was soft anyway, but it did look that way now, thick and long, my foreskin covering a large round tip, it hung over my balls, straighter, heavier than normal. "Okay, if you could sit back down, I need to feel your testicles, okay?" "Sure. Fine." Though this wasn't fine, not at all, the last thing I needed was someone to touch my cock. I felt her fingers on me, on my flaccid organ, holding it to push it away from my scrotum, her fingers were smooth and cool, knowing, she moved her other hand around touched my testicles, her fingers still holding the soft shaft of my penis out of the way. I felt her fingers, not bothering to put latex gloves on (was this normal? Was this standard?), I felt nothing but her fingers, one set stretching my tightened skin as she manipulated and examined my left ball. She touched, she held and rubbed, as gently as I would have, more so probably, she circled my testicle with her fingers, her cool and expert fingers. Then the other one, one hand on my tender pouch, the other still holding my penis away from her. She moved this hand, infinitesimally, I felt a ripple of pressure over my cock. And felt a corresponding burst of pleasure and arousal, fuck. I was getting hard. As she touched me, during an exam, fuck. I looked, she was betraying no sign of there being anything amiss, but I could feel myself stiffen, she had to be able to feel, she had to be able to tell I was getting hard as she touched me, certainly as soon as she stopped, as soon as she let go this would be obvious to both of us, that it would become blatantly obvious I had got an erection. Should I apologise now? Could I will it away? For all my fantacising about something like this happening I really didn't want this to be happening. I felt her fingers, both hands, one still manouevering my balls, the other now redundantly holding my thickening member out of the way. The knowledge I am getting visibly aroused of course makes it worse, that I shouldn't be so turned on, that it is so inappropriate for me to get an erection makes it perversely delicious that my cock feels so full, fuck though, fuck. She let go. And I saw my penis sway forward and remain in an upright position. I look down. The doctor looks. I look. My penis is sticking straight up in front of me, fuck, I look away, I can feel it quiver, I look again, it is completely hard, with no chance or pretending otherwise, my cock is fully erect, in a doctor's office, shit, it quivers as it sticks up from my groin, straight, unequivocally erect, and still getting bigger, I know this, I see it throb and tremble as it continues to engorge, as it gets thicker, and longer, it feels utterly and, despite myself, wonderfully hard. I look at myself, at her looking at my stiff penis, now completely erect, at my thick smooth prick, fuck, it looks huge, given I should be soft, that it should be hanging soft and small over my tight balls, it is rearing up between us, long, wide, I know (I wish I could be blasé, I wish I didn't care, but I know, all men know) it is about eight inches or so, my swollen tip obscured by soft foreskin, fuck, fuck, I look suddenly obscene, long, thick and long and rising vertically up past my belly button. I say nothing. She says nothing. We ignore it. She carries on as if her patient, already naked, has not become obviously aroused, as if he does not have an erection, as if his cock is not utterly fucking rigid. "I just need to pull your foreskin back, if that's okay, just to look at your glans." "Right, really?" "Really. Yes. I will have to touch your penis, okay, I will pull back your foreskin." Fuck. I watch her reach over to my aching member and, still with her bare hands, still with neither of us acknowledging she is about to touch my erect penis. I see her grip my stiff shaft and pull my foreskin back, in a single masturbatory motion exposing my darker glans, the pursed slit of my urethra. A tiny pearl of fluid is squeezed out and glistens in the artificial light. She looks at my smooth soft tip. "Fine, all good there. Now If I could get you to step over to this measuring board." And of course I should have pulled my underwear back on, but I didn't. It would be easy to say "for some reason", or claim forgetfulness, the terrible truth is that I was aroused, the moment was exciting, despite it being one sidedly so, I didn't want to end it. I stood, my penis sticking out, sticking up, my balls still high and heavy, and walked to where she had motioned, to the opposite wall, where she had both a weighing scales and a height scale. I stepped and turned back to face her. Noticing her downward glance. She looks, I see an eyebrow raise, she seems to linger. Does she? "Oh, well, okay, I thought you might put your underwear on, no matter, this is fine, this won't take a second, stay there, it's fine" I stay where I am, utterly naked and utterly aroused. More so with each dangerous second of this small game one of us at least is playing, whilst pretending not to. She steps to me, positions me on the wooden board, in front of me, my penis separating us, rigid, long and stiff. I feel a wooden strip pressing onto the top of my head. "Okay, now if you could step onto the scales" I do so. Which causes me to become about a foot taller, which causes my stiff cock to get a foot closer to her chest, and her hands, as she fiddles with the weights, creates the correct balance, she knocks it as she moves them up and down. I see my prick swing and wobble. "Right, we're done. All fine." "Thanks, and, again, I'm really sorry, I mean, I'm sorry." "What for?" "Well, uh..." I look down at my groin, at the trembling glistening spur still sticking up between us. she still says nothing. "I'm sorry for this." "For this?" "I'm sorry, I mean..." She is making me say it, use the words, be explicit. "I'm sorry I have an erection." "Yes, well, I suppose you should not have to apologise for becoming erect, I should be flattered perhaps, though perhaps not, perhaps you are the sort of man whose penis becomes stiff in this situation." "Uh, well, I suppose I must be." "Hmm, though this may be more for a psychological exam, not a physical one. I am fully clothed, you are not, you are naked, in this situation, and you have an erect penis." "Yes, sorry." "Anyway, perhaps I should leave you, I will give you a minute." "Oh, yes, yeah, thank you." She leaves the office. And I stand, without moving. I stand in front of the floor length mirror to the side of the examining table, looking at my still nude body, my still stiff and long prick, the dark flash of my pubic hair, the round pouch of my scrotum. I think of how long she is likely to be gone, did she mean anything? Was there something in this at all? Seriously? I can't do this, I have to get dressed. I look at myself, and imagine her looking, staring ay my naked body, my exposed and erect penis. I am desperate to touch myself, here, in her office, I am weak with arousal. I can't. I look at myself again, my bare skin, the smooth curve of my ass, the bending hot tine of my rigid penis. Fuck. My arousal trumps all thoughts of risk. I grip myself hard, start to rub my skin up and down over my shaft, rubbing and squeezing tight, stimulating my sensitive tip as I move my foreskin up and over. I sense my climax is not far away, I hear the wet slap of skin moving over my pre-cum covered tip, I hear my balls thump against my thighs, am I really doing this? Wanking in a doctor's offce? Ready to ejaculate over her carpeted floor? Fuck, I don't care, I'll be quick, I'll mop it up, I look at the mirror, at the image of myself, naked, smooth and pale, my hand stroking my thick cock, a solid centre of dark flesh and hair. I pull my foreskin back and stroke the slick soft end of my prick, fuck. The door opens. I turn, frozen with fear and arousal. The doctor walks back in. I stop and stare at her with wide and shameful eyes. "Oh really." "God, sorry, I sort of though you left so I could -" "- do this?" "Well, I thought you thought I might need to get rid of this." "I see. Well then." "Sorry, I'll get dressed." "As you please." She is still standing in front of me, looking, without shame, down, at my penis, which I am now not holding, which has lost some of its stiffness, so which points now more outward, less up, with a slick and shiny and still exposed helmet. She says nothing. I find myself waiting, looking at her, she takes a step back, so she is leaning, just barely, but against her door. Then she looks down again, slowly, deliberately. Fuck. She looks directly at my groin, at my cock. I feel it stiffen again under her gaze. She looks and I feel my penis bounce and pulse upwards as if caressed by her eyes. She continues to stare. I stand, naked, and feel myself getting completely and thrillingly hard. "You got an erection when I was examining you, and instead of getting dressed, you decided to masturbate in my office." "Well, I mean." "Until you had an orgasm I suppose?" "Uh." "Until you ejaculated over my clean carpet." "Sorry, I just got, I mean..." "Yes? What?" "And even now, with me back in the room, you are still not getting dressed, you remain naked, and your cock is still fully erect." My penis aches at her usage, at her quick shift to a more carnal vernacular. "Sorry." "Hmm, sorry for what? For becoming erect? For beginning to stroke your hard cock in my office?" "Yes. Both." My voice is hoarse, ragged. "Or for still not getting dressed. For still being aroused? You are aren't you? Aroused? By me?" "Yes." I Began to get a Little Aroused "Really. Why? Tell me what arouses you about me." "Your body, your breasts look sensational..." "No, come now, this is not it, I do not need you to tell me I have a nice body, a pretty face, I take it as read you think I have nice tits, and would like to fuck me, why do I arouse you, specifically? Tell me." "Your authority, I think." "Hmm?" I see her look down again, at my crotch, I glance, the tip of my cock is oozing clear sweet fluid, I am aching to touch myself. "You are a doctor, in charge of me in here, and I..." "What?" "I imagined you with a man, your husband" "I am not married." "Oh." "And I am gay." "Right." "What did you imagine me doing?" "Holding his cock, his penis, holding his erect penis, taking it in your mouth." "I see. And this gave you an erection?" "Well, not really, it was when I became naked, and then when you touched me, touched my penis." "Right, I suppose you'd like me to touch you again wouldn't you?" "Yes." "tell me." "I'd like you to touch my cock, I'd like you to stroke my hard cock, I'd like to feel your cool fingers wrapped around my hard penis, and touching my balls." "Hmm, and?" "I'd like you to touch my anus, as you stroked my cock, I want to feel your finger on my tight asshole, fuck, sorry." "Carry on please." "I'd like to feel you penetrate me, push your fingers into my ass as you stroke my penis, press your finger into me, into my tight asshole." She raises herself from the door, as I carry on speaking, I watch as she reaches underneath her skirt and takes hold of a pair of white cotton panties. My penis throbs. I feel close to coming, she stops, she lets me wait, desperate for her to reach and remove her underwear, to offer me the quickest glimpse of her sex. She puts her thumbs in her waistband, and pulls, and lowers her white knickers, and lets them fall to the floor, and steps out of them, letting her feet take a slight step further apart, letting me look for a second, for two at her exposed skin, at the pale expanse of her naked thighs, the thick dark tangle of pubic hair, matted, reaching across her mons, between her legs, covering the large dark mound of her cunt. She gives me a tantalising look at her pussy, her thick and swollen lips, the almost glistening folds of her beautiful cunt. Her skirt does drop, and covers her again. She walks to the side of me, not looking, to her desk. I turn, and look at her sit back down, and tap at the keys of her computer, looking at her screen, shifting her cursor. She speaks without looking up. "What else would you like to do?" "I want to touch you, I want to bend you over this table, and take off your panties, and pull your legs apart, and kiss you all over, kiss your beautiful cunt, lick your ass, I want to pull your soft smooth buttocks apart, and kiss your asshole, I want to kiss and lick your anus, and push my tongue inside you, and lick lower, and taste your sex, I want you to kneel on the table, with your hips in the air, so I can taste every part of you, so I can lick your cunt, so I can drink your sweet moist pussy, and spread your wetness up over you, up over your tight sweet asshole." "Uh-huh." I see she is only using one hand now, on the computer, her other is not in sight. "I haven't really finished the exam have I?" "Haven't you?" "No. You need to let me see all of you." "Um, right. All of me?" "Yes, can you let me see the rest of you please." "I'm not sure what you mean." "Hmm. I think you do now don't you?" "Yes." "Perhaps against that table." I walk back to where I had been sitting, my rigid dick leading the way, and turn, and rest my arms on the cushioned surface, and bend over. I turn my head, she has stood and is rolling her chair towards me, her hands still ungloved. I think of her without panties, her pussy bare. "You are a little young really, this is not routine until men are into their forties, but there is no harm examining you everywhere is there? If you could spread your legs a little more." I do, I step apart, feeling my buttocks being drawn wide, feeling the dark cleft of my ass becoming exposed, knowing she is behind me, knowing she is looking at the soft smooth tight skin of my asshole. The tip of my penis is rubbing against the edge of the table. I fight the urge to try to stroke it back and forth. I feel her hand on the bare skin of my ass, then her finger, just one, I feel her touch my anus with a coldly lubricated digit. "Now, are you okay with me continuing the exam?" "Mmm." "Sorry?" "Yes." "Yes? What?" "god, yes." "Tell me please." "Fuck, sorry, carry on, yes, push your finger inside my anus, fuck, push your finger inside my asshole." "Perhaps this is not the right position after all. Could you hop up on the table please." I do, I turn and sit up, and lay back. "Okay, if you could raise and spread your legs now, and hold them back." I reach, aware of the utter humiliation of this position, of this situation. My cock loses none of its stiffness though as I pull my legs back and apart, exposing the seam of my scrotum, the root of my prick, my perineum, and the crack of my arse, the clenched creased slit of my anus. I look up at her, staring down at her patient, this wretched piece of work, naked, erect, turned on by her, wanting her to look, to touch, to demean. I see her squeeze some thick clear paste onto her fingers, and rub it in. "Keep hold now, I am going to put my finger inside your rectum, okay, I am going to penetrate your anus with my fingers. Okay?" "Yes." "Again?" "Yes, push your fingers inside my asshole, fuck, god, finger my tight little ass." She touches again, I look, she us looking down as she presses her forefinger against my anus, and pushes hard, with force, I feel my anus stretch and open as she slides her slim finger inside me. My cock aches, I am desperate to touch myself, I hold my legs up from underneath my knees. "And still, you are hard." "Yes." I feel her push her finger deep, hard inside me, forcing my tight asshole to open, to open, I feel something like pain as she forces a second finger into me, something like hot raw pain, and delicious wicked degrading pleasure. "Why is this now? Do you think? Tell me" "Fuck, you're fingering my asshole." "Indeed. You like being in this position?" "Yes." "Yes. You do, this is obvious, you like being dominated don't you, by a woman who is not in the least turned on by your nudity, your body, your large stiff cock." "Mmm, oh god, oh..." "Have you had a rectal exam before?" "No." "No, though I expect you have had a woman's fingers inside your asshole before haven't you?" "Yes." "And a man's? Tell me?" "Yes, fuck." She is sliding two fingers in and out of me, fucking my young ass with her hand, stretching me, filling my hot rectum with her long curling probing fingers. "I thought so, a man has touched your anus, and pleasured you there, and you have touched other men? You have touched and tasted mens' tight assholes?" "Yes." "Hmm. And which do you prefer? The sweet taste of a woman's pussy? Or the earthy flavour of a man's asshole?" "Oh fuck, I don't know, god, I love the taste of a woman." "Do you. And a man? Do you like the taste of semen? Have you tasted this?" "Yes, fuck, yes." "I see, so, men and women, you have had a man come in your mouth? You have had your mouth fill with hot cum? And drank it? Swallowed it? Each drop of thick warm spunk?" "Yes, I have, I have had a man's penis in my mouth, a man's erect penis, I have made him come, he has ejaculated in my mouth and I have swallowed every drop of it." She is forcing her fingers in and out of my ass, I feel my orgasm building even though my cock is not being touched by anyone, she is fucking my tight asshole with two fingers, and I am letting her, my legs raised and spread. "Do you feel close to orgasm?" "Oh my god, fuck, yes, yes." "Good, you are to ejaculate into this cup please." "What?" "You are to come in this container." She places a small clear plastic dish on my chest. Even this gesture sends me in to a fresh spiral of arousal and humiliating pleasure. She moves her free hand to my penis. Fuck. I feel her touch me, close her fingers around the rigid stem of my cock, and start to stroke, start to rub the soft skin of my member over the tumescent ridges of my shaft. Fuck. I am being masturbated, I feel like a specimen, a subject in an experiment, like a helpless animal. I hold the plastic cup to the exposed tip of my cock as she strokes, slowly, fuck, slowly, as she grazes the length of my penis, as she pulls and pushes her fingers in and out of my virgin asshole, stopping, slowing, running her slick fingers around my glans, around the sensitive rim and underside. "This is the first time I have held a man's hard penis in my hands for many years, I had forgotten how ridiculous they are, you are, with this appendage, that swells and grows when you are excited, that becomes hard, stiff, that sticks out in front of you. Yours is quite long isn't it, not huge, quite thick, you have quick a long and thick cock don't you? Compared to some of course, to one or two, in my past, which were huge, bigger, but yours, your cock is quite large, do you like large cocks? Do you like having a man's large stiff penis inside you?" "Fuck, I don't know, fuck, oh god." "You have not had a man's penis inside you? Inside your ass?" "No." "You are a virgin then? I have my fingers inside a virgin's asshole?" "Fuck, yes, oh..." "Hmm, well then" I feel my asshole being stretched some more, I gasp with sudden jolts of pain and pleasure as she slides a third finger inside me, as she rubs the moist end of my cock and fucks my raw ass with three slim fingers. I am not going to last, I feel a slow consuming climax build up from my toes, through my legs. "Are you close to an orgasm?" "Fuck yes, god, I am so fucking close" "Fine. Good. I need to piss. Will you help me out?" "Help you?" "Yes, will you do what ever I want? Tell me? Ot would you like me to stop?" "No, oh my god, I'll do it, I'll do whatever you want, god, please don't stop." "Fine, good." She pulls her fingers out of my ass, and lets go of my aching tremulous dick, and climbs up onto the table, first to the side of me, she pushes my legs down, my penis hovers and leaps above my stomach, fuck, I think she is going to pull me inside he, open her damp pussy onto my rigid prick. I look down as she raises her skirt above her waist, shows me the dark thicket of pubic hair, the strong lines of her thigh muscles, the shiny damp folds of her hot hot cunt. I am throbbing and churning with arousal. She pushes down on my arms, my shoulders, I let her, as she inches up over my belly, dragging the open moist seam of her pussy over the hard length of my dick, but further up, over my chest, I feel her warmth, the wetness of her as she strokes my skin with her bare cunt, until her legs are either side of my head and her naked sex is raised over my face. I stare with shameless abandon at the dark thick hairy flesh of her twat, glistening with her own arousal, open, I look at her vagina, her swollen clitoris, her thick hanging labia. "I need to piss. Okay?" "Fuck, oh fuck, yes." "Yes?" "Piss on me, piss over me." "No, open your mouth, I want to see you drink my piss, I want to piss inside your open mouth and see you drink." "Fuck yes, oh god, piss in my mouth." I have lost the last remaining shred of dignity or control. I am ready to do anything she wants of me. I look, held down, I open my mouth, waiting, wanting, I feel her thighs relax, and see the first drops of clearish, straw coloured liquid escape her urethra, I feel warm liquid on my tongue. Fuck, my cock trembles. I see more, I look as a thick strong jet of almost translucent fluid spurts out of her tiny opening and start to splash into my mouth, hot salty, hot hot liquid fills my mouth, I let her piss fill my mouth, tasting the body hot pungent flavour of her urine, she pisses hard and strong into my open lips, and I swallow, without closing my mouth, I swallow and strain for more, she empties her bladder into me, over my tongue, against my cheeks and palate, I feel the jet of her stream hitting my throat, I swallow, I drink her piss, she empties her bladder into me, over me, stray drops of piss covering my face, I still strain for more, for each last sprinkle of her warm liquid. She finishes. "Now, lick me clean please, lick my hairy twat, lick my filhty hairy cunt until it is fresh and clean" I do, I force my head forwards and open my mouth onto her cunt, licking, kissing, devouring the salty sweet moisture covering her sex, tasting the thicker, sweeter flavours of her vagina, pushing my tongue inside her, covering her stiff little clitoris with my mouth, lapping and cleaning her wet pussy. "Enough, stop now please." I carry on, I cannot stop, I eat her soft warm thick cunt, reaching lower, wanting to touch her anus, wanting to taste her soft tight asshole. She raises herself, despite herself, I reach and push my mouth lower, between the smooth cheeks of her arse, until I do touch her soft crinkled anus with the tip of my tongue, I tease her there, I strain and lick her asshole. "Oh, oh god, lick my ass, oh, let me feel you lick my tight little asshole, eat my tight asshole. Oh, oh fuck, stop, no, enough, oh, ohh..., lick my asshole, oh, lick me, eat my ass, you little slut, oh, eat my tight little ass, fuck.., " I feel her reach, twist and reach behind herself, behind her back, to my crotch, and feel her fingers on my still straining still achingly hard cock, and she rubs, I feel her moist fingers slipping and sliding over the tender swollen tip of my penis, rubbing, drawing my orgasm from deep within me. She raises her hips, forces herself forward, opens her legs wider, pushing her exposed anus onto my face, onto my eager mouth, I reach, my neck muscles tight, I reach up and close my mouth over her smooth damp tight asshole, and kiss, and lick, I push my tongue against her hidden opening, trying to open her, to open her asshole, to taste the dark sweetly pungent flavours of her rectum, I feel her relax, and open herself onto my tongue, and suddenly I am inside her, I feel the tip of my moist pointing tongue slide into her anus, I curl and lick her open asshole as she rubs the sensitive tip of my cock. My climax starts to quake through me. I start to come in huge waves of eruptive pleasure, I can still feel her touching me, hardly at all, rubbing the edge of my glans, circling me there, stroking the exquisitely pleasurable cord of my frenulum as I push my tongue as deep as I can inside the warm soft tissue of her asshole. I feel my penis start to leap and dance as I climax, as the final proofs of my abandonment start to spurt from me. I am lost in the moment, wanting still more, ready to enter her, to swirl my tongue inside her rectal depths, ready to taste her shit if she forced it from inside her bowels. I lick and ejaculate and feel her rubbing her asshole on my mouth, her thick pulsing cunt is over my face, starting to leak sweet vaginal fluid, and then something else, something thicker, salty sweet, I feel her pouring my own cum into my mouth, trickling it over her own asshole and over my tongue. I drink my own semen as it takes up the scent of her rectum, filling my mouth with warm liquid. I swallow. I open my eyes. She hoists her bare leg back over me, stands, her skirt bunched, her damp hairy pussy still exposed. "You can get dressed now."