2 comments/ 183511 views/ 13 favorites Physical Exam By: Shale I'd known the Doc for several semesters, and we'd do small talk during my breaks. She was taking the once-a-week life drawing classes at State University and I was often the male model. It was an ongoing recreational art class in the evenings, no credit, just a means for art students to get in more time with a live model. After a 20 or 30-minute pose the model gets a five-minute break, and I usually put on a robe and mill about, looking at the students' various interpretations of the pose. The Doc wasn't too bad, said she found it helpful with her anatomy and recommended these life drawing classes for her med students. In fact the Doc said she had a business proposition for me. She told me some of her students were inexperienced and she wanted them to get used to touching a patient during a physical examination and since I was so comfortable being nude in front of groups of people I might be able to play patient for her class. She said she would be demonstrating the physical examination on me and then would have the students repeat it. This was certainly a new gig, but I was game so the Doc said to meet her at the Medical Arts Building the next day. When I arrived at the Med building and stripped down, it felt a little strange because this was a clinic setting and not the usual art studio. The Doc had me put on one of those paper examination gowns then sit on the exam table while she examined my head and neck. There were ten students in the class, seven men and three women. One after another the students came to put thumbs to my trachea and push in on my thyroid lobes. They all looked into my nose, throat and ears, shined lights in my eyes and the Doc said that maybe I should be paying them because I would be getting a very thorough physical. The Doc had me lower the gown to my waist and they all felt, poked, and pounded on my back and chest. All this physical touching was starting to feel pretty good, especially when the Doc told them to repeat the procedure. I was getting quite relaxed when the Doc had me lie on the table and they examined my feet and legs, lifting and bending them with range of motion examination. Of course the paper gown by this time had become a folded up band at my waist and I was pretty much hanging out while the students were moving my legs around. I felt a little blood rush to my dick and immediately quit thinking about it and probably blushed a little as my embarrassment wilted the beginnings of a hard-on. However, staying soft was about to prove even more difficult as the doctor was instructing the class on examining my penis and scrotum. As usual, the Doc was the first one to do the examination while showing the class. They were all standing at her side as she picked up my penis in her rubber-gloved hand and moved it around examining all sides. It was all I could do to keep from getting hard. I looked over everyone's head but I could feel that my dick was getting thicker even if it wasn't a full boner. Finally the Doc moved to my balls and did a testicular exam. I was still holding it down while she rolled my balls thru her fingers feeling for any lumps with the class looking on. Now it was the students' turn. It went alright with the first guy and I even made eye contact with him as he reached for my dick. However, things changed when one of the young female med students came to examine me. When she lifted up my penis, it took off on its own and she let go and jumped back as it steadily filled up to seven inches. The Doc saw what was happening and came over, blocking me from the students' view. She whispered in my ear asking if I was comfortable with this. I said sure, as long as it doesn't bother her students. The Doc turned to the class, hand on my straining erection, and explained that this can be expected when examining male patients, especially for female doctors. She said the examination could continue if the patient is comfortable with it. Each of the students then proceeded to do the examination, easily reaching my scrotum under my upward pointing dick, but having difficulty getting to my testes as the skin had pulled up tight. I think it was a learning experience for some of the young women who looked at it like they had never seen an erect penis much less held one. One of the guys seemed more uncomfortable with it than the girls, but another guy seemed so comfortable that I figured he enjoyed boners. After the initial shock, I was getting used to standing in front of the class with an erection. The gown at this time was pretty much useless and would have been conspicuously tenting if I put it on so I laid it on the table. By the time the last two students got around to giving me a penile and testicular exam, there was a bead of clear liquid oozing onto the head. The Doc mentioned it as a normal response to prolonged erection as she touched it with a gloved finger showing a viscous string. The last student was a female and while she was attempting to slide my testicle thru her fingers, a string of the seminal fluid dripped on her wrist above the glove. She reacted with an "Ewww" and jumped back, whereupon the Doc scolded her and said it is harmless on intact skin and just wipe it off and wash her hands. The girl looked embarrassed and apologized, saying she wasn't experienced with men. One of the other women said this was the first time she had ever encountered male genitalia in the flesh as well. The Doc said that she would tutor them later. The Doc then told me to bend over the table, that this is where I earned my money. I knew this was going to be an ordeal, bad enough once, but eleven times? The doc explained the rectal exam, how to push past the two sphincters and how to palpate the prostate. While she explained this, she was pushing a finger into my ass and I could definitely feel when she stroked the prostate, not painful but a little irritating. One by one the students lubed up and stuck their fingers into my ass feeling for my prostate. I let the Doc know when one missed it. Needless to say, those few drops of seminal fluid had turned into a constant string that was hanging from my dick and dripping off to make a small puddle on the tiled floor between my legs. Each time my prostate was stroked the fluid would gush out. By the time they were all done, I was feeling a tightness between my legs that was almost throbbing, my dick had been hard for so long it was starting to hurt and I thought I might be getting blue balls for the first time since being a teenager. The Doc dismissed the class and let them out of the clinic, except for the two young ladies who said they were inexperienced with male genitalia. She then told me to lie back on the examining table, that she knew I must be having discomfort. With the two female med students on either side of her she grasped my straining hard penis and spread the viscous fluid that was leaking out of it onto the head. Explaining to the two students that the underside of the glans is very sensitive, she continued to rub the lubricating fluid up and down, making the head more engorged and producing even more fluid. The Doc drew their attention to my scrotum, which had now pulled up tight against my dick with two balls showing thru the wrinkled skin. The Doc then spread the fluid over my shaft and started stroking up and down. My hips started to anticipate her stroke and I was soon moving to meet her hand. As the two young women watched, the Doc explained that they were about to see their first male orgasm. I heard one of them gasp as I shot a stream of cum up onto my chest, but when I opened my eyes they were both just staring in amazement. The Doc dismissed them and they left. She then threw me a towel as I was gathering my clothes and told me she would like to hire me again for another class. Physical Exam Class Hi my name is Fred and I'm an artist, consequently I've had to do a zillion! different jobs to support myself over the years; a while back I saw an add in a college paper posted by a small medical college seeking men and women to be models for a physical exam class, it said that it would require an hour or two and pay a small fee, the college wasn't far away so I went up to respond to the add cause I needed the money (by the way this is a true! story so I won't mention the name of the college or actual names of individuals) so I went into the office there and told the receptionist that I was interested in the physical exam class, she told me that, yes they still needed people for the classes and that I could do it if I wanted, I kind of sensed that there might be some women involved in the class; doing the exams (I noticed a lot of females in medical uniforms and few men) and I was a little concerned about that, so I asked and she said yes there are quite a few female interns in the program are you O.K. with that? I wasn't really sure if I was but I needed the money so I said sure; she said fine then, you do have to undergo a brief screening exam with one of our staff doctors prior to coming to the class; in order to participate you need to be in good health, it's really nothing she said, just takes about 15 minutes, I said o... k... she said that if I was willing to wait for a little bit she would see if there was a doc that could do the screening exam today, I said o... k... she left and came back in a few minutes saying yes Mr. Smith we can take you now, would you come this way please. I followed her back through reception area and we walked down the long hospital looking hall of the medical college, we came to a door that said what else? "EXAM ROOM" she opened the door and said right in here please; it was a small room, just like a doctors office with all the ominous items that make you a little nervous, the exam table, medical supplies and such; she said go ahead and get undressed, you can leave your under shorts on for now and put the gown on open in the back, she referred to the exam gown sitting on the exam table, the doctor will be right in to do your exam, she left and closed the door, I got undressed, put the gown on as requested and sat on the exam table; there was nowhere else to sit, up until this point I just assumed it would probably be a male that would be doing the exam. I don't know why? but I started thinking that it could be a woman and this thought made me quite nervous, not that I minded so much, but I had always had male doctors when I had check ups and such and even though I'm an adult now, the thought of a female doing the exam was really starting to make me nervous; just at that moment the door opened and in came the doc; sure enough! it was a woman; just my luck! ya right? she introduced herself as doctor 'such and such', asked me how I was doing today and told me that she would be doing my screening exam; I just sort of froze up but managed to eek out a little; I'm fine, O.K. meaning that I was O.K. with her doing the exam; I really wanted a male doc at that point but I knew there would be females in the physical exam class anyway, so I just let it be. It was a medical college so there was no nurse to take the vitals, and she pulled a blood pressure cuff out of the drawer, came over and put it on my arm, she said; just relax noticing my nervousness and completed taking my blood pressure and stuck a digital thermometer in my mouth; she recorded some information on the clip board, removed the thermometer and recorded the temp.; she now came up close put her stethoscope on and said, now I'm going to listen to your heart, after listening to my heart she put the stethoscope on my back area and asked me to breath in and out several times; I quickly complied with her requests, I just wanted to get this exam over with. She then told me to open my mouth, stick out my tongue and say ahhhh, she looked in my nose and ears with with the light scope, she shined a little light in my eye and told me to follow her finger as she moved it back and forth in my field of vision, she felt under my jaw line, checking my lymph nodes I assume, she then said; go ahead and lay back on the table, when I did she slowly, courteously pulled up my exam gown and began palpating my abdomen, she depressed different places all the way down to my groin area and felt my inguinal area through my boxer shorts; she then backed away from the table and said I could sit up; I felt a sigh of relief, I thought that was the end of the exam; unfortunately I was wrong! As I sat there somewhat relaxed and thinking the exam was complete I saw her putting on some latex exam gloves, she also took a tube of KY jelly from a drawer and came back over in front of me, she set the tube of lubricant down on a little stand and said; now if you'll stand down please; having a pretty good idea of what was coming I felt like protesting and asking for a male doc; but I wasn't going to make a scene cause then I wouldn't be able to do the class and get the money. She pulled a little stool with wheels directly in front of me and sat down on it; she said; now I'm afraid I'm going to need you to drop your underpants; she seemed matter of fact and indifferent to my obvious nervousness; I lifted up the gown, grabbed the waist band of my shorts and lowered them to my Knees, she lifted up my gown, and said now I need you to hold this up; I held the exam gown up feeling very embarrassed my masculinity hanging out in complete view of the female physician; without hesitation she picked up my penis and began to palpate it with her thumb and forefingers, going all the way from the base to the head, she then spread the opening of my urethra with her thumbs and examined my urinary meatus, she squeezed the end of my penis a little and told me she was checking for any discharge; she continued to hold my penis upward with one hand and began feeling my scrotum and testicals with the other; she then let my penis down and began examining my testicals with both hands first one side, then the next, she felt them all around and pushed so that the shape of the testical could be clearly seen through thin wall of the scrotum, she then lifted up the scrotum examining the underneath area; finally she withdrew her hands from my genitals, it was probably only a few minutes that she had been examining my genitals but it seemed like forever. She then removed the latex gloves; and I thought good now it's over, but she put a new glove on and picked up the tube of lubricant, she opened the tube and put a small amount of the jelly on her finger, as she did she said; O.K. now I need you to turn around and lean over please and you'll probably need to go ahead and remove your shorts completely, I'm going to do a rectal exam and you'll need to separate your legs. So I removed my shorts the rest of the way and did as she instructed; I leaned over the exam table and separated my legs, she said; a little farther please! and I complied having no other choice; she spread my cheeks with one hand and slowly inserted her finger into my rectum, she proceeded in all the way to the knuckle of her hand and then began turning her hand every which way, feeling all sides of my rectum; she said O.K. I need you to give me a little cough now, and I gave her a little cough; she said again please, I coughed again; and once more please? thank you! I coughed a third time, she then found my prostate gland with the tip of her finger and began examining and palpating it, this caused a little bit of arousal and as she continued I was afraid I might have a involuntary discharge of semen, but just as I thought I was going to, she withdrew her finger; she said O.K. you can stand up, I stood up and turned around as she was taking off the glove, she took off the glove and handed me a wipe and said I could wipe off the excess KY jelly from my rectal area. Now I thought for sure that was it! we were done! but to my horror I saw her take yet another glove from the box; she said I'm sorry we're almost done, I just forgot to check you for hernia, this will just take a second, now I need you to lift up your gown and separate your legs a little for me, thank you! I lifted the gown and she crouched before me, she quickly put her gloved finger up into my scrotum on one side and said; cough please, I did, she said again... and one more time thank you! she then repeated the procedure on the other side and finally with drew her finger from my genitals. As she was taking off the glove she said; everything looks fine; and you can participate in the physical exam class, oh and... you can go ahead and get dressed now, thank you! and went out the door. Fred Physical Examination Pt. 01 I open the door to my hotel room. You look every bit the attractive mum, in your long skirt, your light blouse and your flat shoes. Your hair looks clean and your face - a pretty, warm face - has just a touch of make-up. You don't look dressed up. You don't look untidy. You look...well...just like a mum, an attractive mum, going about her daily business. You have a black handbag over your shoulder. You are smiling gently and I can see that you are nervous. Your eyes meet mine and despite your nerves, your gaze is steady. You're a nice person, I can tell immediately. I smile back at you. "Come in," I say. You walk in and I close the door behind you. It has begun. * * * My advert was simple and to the point. Woman needed for intimate examination. I am looking for a woman who will submit her body to me, allowing me to objectify her and examine her as I choose. She will need to be passive and compliant. I am not looking to inflict pain, though depending on her sensibilities, it may cause some humiliation. If this would of interest to you, please get in touch. I placed the advert having no idea if it would attract any offers. But it did. You got in touch on that very same day. You told me it was something that interested you deeply and that you loved the idea of your body, naked and exposed, being examined, poked, probed, explored. You wanted to be treated as an object. You liked my advert, you said. More than this. You were very excited by it. And now, just a few days later, here you were. At my hotel. There was just one thing of interest to us both. Subjecting your body to my examination. * * * It has been less than a minute and already, I love it how you are so effortlessly lovely! Pretty, yes, but more than that. I can imagine that people confide in you a lot. You have a real warmth about you. And you are so feminine. So naturally feminine. I manoeuvre you to the middle of the room and take your handbag from you, placing it on the hotel room's TV unit. We have said hello but beyond that, we haven't spoken a word. You are nervous but clearly excited about what will happen. You look at me, searching for a signal, wondering what to expect, what to do, and brimming with expectation. I turn you around so that you are facing the bed. You turn to look at me, your eyes searching. "Face straight ahead of you, please." I say. The final shadow of a smile disappears from your face and you immediately look ahead of you. You are serious now. You know, now, that you don't need to do anything. Just be directed by me. Slowly, I walk around you. Your clothes are very attractive, in a casual kind of way - an ankle-length skirt and a loose blouse. They are loose fitting and I guess that you like to be comfortable. Standing by the side of you, I lean in to you so that I can smell your hair. You can feel my breath close to your neck. You smell lightly perfumed. It's very nice. I reach out with my hand and brush your face with the back of my fingers. You are very good; you continue to look ahead, letting me do as I will. I use my fingertips to touch your face more delicately, running them over your cheeks and softly over your jawline, across your neck, gently tickling your ears. Your skin is soft and it glows softly. I move around, so that I am standing before you. Your eyes briefly flicker over to me but you control yourself well and immediately, you make yourself look straight ahead once more. I enjoyed that moment our eyes met. Your eyes are rich chocolate. It's an examination. I will examine you as I wish. Inches before your face I bring up my hand and run my fingertips softly over your lips. Your mouth opens a little and I push a finger between your lips, feel how soft they are, how warm. I run my finger lightly from side to side, tickling your lips, teasing them. They are full and beautiful. I take your bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze it a little. I twist it, feeling how soft it is, how flexible. I pull it down and expose your teeth, your gums. You must feel a little ridiculous but I want you to know how beautiful this is, how much I adore your silent passivity. I push a finger in to your mouth, and use it to stroke your tongue. I find it deliciously soft, and love how your mouth is just that little way open. Your breathing is soft and steady. Your eyes stare purposefully ahead. Already I can see that you will let me do exactly what I want. You have given me all the signal I need. I walk around you, gazing at your body from all angles, admiring you. Your hands are very slender and your nails manicured. I see you have kept your wedding ring on. Your neck is slender, absolutely tantalising. I could toy with it for hours. I could kiss it for longer. You stand still, hands hanging loosely by your sides, feet quite close together. Your bum looks deliciously suggestive beneath your loose skirt. You have a nice arse, it fills your skirt very well. I am looking forward to looking at it more intimately and giving it some close, very thorough inspection. When I start unbuttoning your blouse, you manage not to gasp - but I do hear a sharp intake of breath. I undo the buttons with careful deliberation. I want to take my time, as I undress you; but I don't want to be seductive. This is, after all, not a seduction. I want you to feel more like an object than a woman. I move down your blouse, undoing each button with equal care until I have finished them all. I pull the blouse open - your flesh is exposed - and then slide the arms off, one after the other. I drop it to the floor and you stand before me in your white lace bra, its style sensual, not at all sluttish. Your skin is exposed and I wonder how you feel at this moment. Do you feel relieved? Excited? Liberated? Vulnerable? You are trembling ever so slightly. I wonder if it is because you are cold, exposed now to the cool, caressing air of the room. Or it may just be the tension that crackles in the air around us. I reach out to touch you, once again with my fingertips, this time stroking the skin just above your bra. I caress you softly and I can feel the goosebumps beneath my touch. The lighter I touch, the more vivid the goosebumps are to me. I graze over your skin with the lightest touch and when I look at your face I see that there is moisture on your lips. Your expression is pinched, lightly, with intensity. My fingers work over you, down, over your bra, to touch the soft skin of your tummy. You have had children. Your tummy is soft and gorgeous. I caress it lightly, drawing lazy patterns on your skin. I lower myself, kneel down so that I can take a closer look. I kneel close before you and stroke your tummy lightly. I pinch it, twist it, tug it. Such pliable skin. I lean forward and lick it, take it between my teeth, bite it softly. Above me, you continue to look ahead of you, just as I asked you to. You stand silently, and let me do just as I want to you. I suck you in to my mouth and swirl my tongue around your skin. In a quick movement I reach up and pinch one of your breasts through your bra. I twist it, a little roughly. You gasp, quietly. It was unexpected. But you say nothing. You have a beautiful body. I stand up and move around you. Directly behind you - passive and vulnerable as you are - in a simple, deliberate movement, I unclip your bra and reach around your body, to pull it off. I let it fall to the floor and it lands beside your blouse. I know that your natural instinct is to bring your arms up, to hide your breasts, to protect them. But you don't. You resist your instinct, in deference to our pact. You remain still, your arms by your side. Your breasts are exposed and on display and you are giving them to me, for my interest, my pleasure. Your back is a canvas on to which I could project a thousand fantasies. I'd love to gaze at that back while I fucked you, sodomised you, spanked you, whipped you. I'd like to mark it, to write on it, draw on it. I'd like to rub my dick over it, piss on you and cover you in cum. I'd like to kiss it with perfect worship. But now, I just want to know it. I touch it, stroke it softly. I run my fingers up and down your back, tickle you, caress you. I let my hands wander over your shoulders, where I pinch the skin and assess the texture. Firmly, I push my fingertips against your spine and run them down its length. I run them up and down, pushing hard, recognising that you are standing firm. It would be easy for you to stumble forward under this level of pressure, this level of force. You stand still and erect, while my fingers prod you, push you. They run up and down your back, the pressure firm and consistent. When I stop, it is just so that I can touch your arse. I have been looking at it, straining against your skirt. A woman's arse, perfect and round. I reach down and run the palm of one hand over one of your buttocks. I assess its roundness, its firmness, before pinching it in a crude and simple way. My heart has quickened and I know, from your breathing, that yours has too. It took you by surprise, this sudden attention to your bottom. You weren't expecting it and as I poke and prod you, pinch you and feel you up, you must be aware how absent of any niceties this whole situation is. A stranger is behind you, touching your arse. He has undressed you and exposed your breasts. And now he is touching your arse, prodding you, examining you, as if this were a market and you, a piece of meat. What kind of woman must you be? A rare and valuable one, I think. Standing behind you, I unzip your skirt and it slips to the floor, puddled around your ankles. Your legs are a delight, long and your thighs are very inviting. You are wearing white lace knickers and your arse is accentuated by the material. I sink to my knees, directly behind you. Your arse is inches before my face. I wonder if you feel embarrassed or self conscious at all. I tug your knickers down so that your arse is exposed to me, your beautiful rounded cheeks presented in their full nakedness for my pleasure. Leaving your knickers just below your bottom, around your thighs, I touch your buttocks. Soft skin. Warm and pliant. I pinch them, leaving a red mark on your arse. You remain still. I take a cheek in each hand and pull them apart, wide apart. You will feel very exposed now, you will feel the air on your anus - and you will know that I am looking at it, close up, examining it. Keeping your cheeks apart, I run my fingertip over your anus. It contracts visibly before me. I probe a little, pushing my finger, putting pressure on your tight hole. Your arse contracts tightly, so I wet my finger with my mouth and bring it once more to your tight hole. I push it in to you, ignoring the resistance, pushing hard so that you have to let me in. Your arse is tight, reluctant, it seems; but my finger urges its way in to you and I bury it a little way in your arse. Your sphincter is tight around my finger, squeezing it firmly. I let your arse cheeks fall together, keeping my finger inside you. When I pull it out, I see your anus quickly close once more and I know the sensation must be an empty one for you. Perhaps you are relieved to have my finger removed from your arse. Without a word, I tug your knickers down to your ankles and manouevre your feet so that I can relieve you fully of your puddled skirt and your knickers. You are completely naked now. Your body is exposed to me. I push your legs apart, urging them open. I reach between your legs to feel your pussy. It is wet. Surprisingly wet. My finger slips inside you immediately, and I note how warm and wet it is. Deliciously slippery, soft, lightly gripping my finger. I push a second finger in to you and push my two fingers deep inside. There was no build up to this, no warning. Suddenly you have two fingers in your pussy. Just half a minute ago it had remained untouched and you were suffering the beautiful indignity of having your arse explored. Now you have two probing fingers inside you, deep in your cunt. I move my fingers around, exploring you, loving how wet you are, familiarising myself with the confines of your intimate self. As quickly as I pushed them into you, I pull my fingers out. I pinch your pussy lips together, holding them between my thumb and forefinger. I move my other hand between your legs and take one of your pussy lips between the thumb and finger of one hand; and the other pussy lip between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand. I pull them apart, pull them down, stretch them. I open you crudely. Your pussy is wet and the flaps of your cunt are soft like velvet. I tug hard on them, finding out how much they will stretch. You take it well. "Bend over," I tell you. "Bend over so that your hands are touching the floor." You do so, but you bend your legs a little at the knees. It is not what I want. "Straighten your legs," I say. And you do. You glance around to look at me, from this undignified position. "Look ahead, please," I ask. You look uncomfortable but you do exactly as I say. I love to see you in this position. Your arse is pushed out salaciously, the cheeks lightly parted, the curves pronounced. I kneel behind you and bite your arse, wanting to feel how the soft skin feels between my teeth. You remain silent, taking it passively. I deliver a sudden hard slap, and watch with interest as a red patch surfaces and spreads a little across your bare cheek. I lean forward and push my face inbetween your buttocks. You smell fresh and sweet, soapy. There is a subtle undercurrent of dark privacy. I poke my tongue out and taste you. Your arse tastes sweet and malty. I push my tongue inside you, exploring your arse with my tongue. You are tight but your anus cannot resist the insidious persuasion of my soft wet tongue. I like what I find. It is a very nice arse. While I lick your arse, I reach around to toy with your breasts. They hang down before you, you are in such an open position. I squeeze your nipples, twist them. I stroke them softly, and caress them with the tips of my fingers. I love how vivid the sensation is, your hard nipples beneath my finger tips. Standing up, I slowly walk around you. You are in such an exposed way. You look vulnerable in that position; there is no dignity, just objectification. It is a subtle kind of submission. I stand before you, looking down. You continue to look straight ahead and you must know that I am looking down at you. I lean down to take your hair between my fingers, raising it, letting it fall back over your shoulders. Continuing to walk around you, I gave down at your body, your arse pushed out, inviting, ready to be used and enjoyed. I decide to leave you there. In that position. I have a few things to do, a little bit of work needs attending to. I will do it at the desk, with you right beside me in that unflattering (very flattering!) position. Now and then I will study you. I may deliver a further slap, or pinch you or feel you some more. I may push my fingers inside your pussy, if the mood takes me. I might do some more with your arse. Perhaps I'll play some more with your mouth. We'll have to see. For now, you can just stay there. You make a very interesting piece of furniture! A very interesting study. When I have finished my work - it should only take half an hour or so - I will continue my examination. Physical Examination Pt. 02 I have been sitting looking at you for a while. I finished my work a little while ago and have wanted to watch you. You are like a work of art. Subtly degraded as you are, you are pleasing on the eye. Before I began my work I put you in a delightful position and you still haven't moved. Standing naked for me, bent over with your hands touching the floor, your legs straight, you are a picture of submission. Your bottom is pushed out, your buttocks slightly parted. You must be quite uncomfortable by now. I asked you to look straight ahead but that must have been hard on your neck and while you are doing quite a good job of keeping that position, every now and then you let your head drop down, to give yourself a rest. I think that is very fair. It demonstrates the scope of your freedom at his moment; and so the level of your voluntary restraint. I am impressed that you haven't tried to talk. You have not tried to instigate anything, or to puncture the atmosphere in any way. You have been so compliant. It is remarkable that you have put yourself in this position for a complete stranger. This is, after all, the first time we have ever met. I sit and watch you and I know that you must be aware I am looking. You must be able to see me out of your peripheral vision. I wonder if you feel self conscious and embarrassed. Or if the thought of being studied, so objectively, is exhilarating to you. On the surface it is so very undignified, you being in such a position, in some stranger's hotel room. And yet somehow I think there is perfect dignity in the strength if your sexuality at this moment. Your submission. This passive assertion of your womanhood. Finally I stand up and move over to where you are. Even when I am directly in front of you, you don't look at me; you just keep staring ahead of you. You have very strong willpower. I walk around you. I could admire you for hours, in this position. I think about putting something inside you. I have some toys. Something modestly sized would slip nicely in to your pussy, I think. And perhaps something in your arse, too. I could leave them poking out of you, while you squirm in your strained position. Then you really would look undignified. Then you really would ooze a sexuality undreamed of. It would be nice to fish around in your handbag and find some lipstick. You are a very well presented woman. Very pretty, very elegant. It would look good on you. If I wrote crude words and drew filthy pictures all over your body, in thick red lipstick; it would look good on you. FUCKSLUT. CUNT FUCKER. WANK BITCH. DIRTY CUNT. FILTHY FUCK. COCK SUCKER. CUM WHORE. WANK SLAG. FUCKMEAT. A picture of a cock. Maybe a picture of a wide open pussy - a little bit like yours. Maybe I'll do that, at some point. Maybe today. Maybe some other day, when I see you again. "I want you on the bed," I say. You don't hesitate. You make no protest. You stand up and take just a few moments to let your body get accustomed to the release from your awkward position. Then, without a word, without a glance at me, you walk over to the bed and lay down on your front. Your arse rises provocatively in to the air and I feel my heart quicken at the sight of you. I have a small collection of toys on the bedside table. There is a six inch cock, a twelve inch cock, an anal plug and some beads on a string. The beads can be inserted in your pussy or your arse. If I wanted to humiliate you, I could push them in to your mouth. It would make you choke. The six inch cock is pink. I take it and lay it on the bed beside you. I position myself by your feet. They are nice feet, manicured and sexy. Everything about you is nice. It would be so pleasurable to take out my cock and put it against your feet, to rub against them, fuck your feminine, beautiful feet until I spill warm cum over them. I wonder if you have ever had cum over your feet before. I take one of them and stroke it, caress it. They are very beautiful. I move my hands up between your thighs and lever your legs apart. From my position between your legs, I can see that your pussy is open, the lips parted suggestively and deliciously. When I touch you there my finger slips easily inside you. You are wet and so ready for anything that might try to penetrate your warm wetness. So soft. So warm. So wet. I manipulate your cunt lips between my fingers, pull them, stretch them. I pull them wide apart so that your pussy is obscenely open. I move in closer so that I can look at it more closely. Holding your pussy lips open I blow on your wet pink flesh. I notice that your arse contracts involuntarily as I toy with you. I take the pink toy cock and present it to your pussy, running it lengthwise up and down your slit. You shift your head a little, and then become still once more. I push your legs further apart, giving myself even more access to your intimate place. As I run the toy up and down your slit, letting it penetrate you a little with each stroke, I push a finger roughly against your tight arse and enter you rudely. You are tight and dry and I push hard to get my finger inside. It is wonderful to feel how tight you are; how you grip my finger. I push it deep inside you. To match the assault on your arse, I slide the toy cock in to your pussy. Your cunt opens up to the sudden penetration with delicious ease. I can feel the friction, feel the resistance, as I push the toy inside you. But still it slides in effortlessly, filling you with six inches of hard cock. Rhythmically, deliberately, I fuck you with the toy. I pump you with deep, slow strokes. My finger is deep in your arse and my fingertip is sensitive. I can feel everything that is happening inside your cunt. I can feel the toy entering you in slow successive strokes, probing you deep inside as I drive it in to you. You are contracting, gripping the toy hungrily with every thrust. It amazes me that your cunt is so responsive, so hungry and demanding, and yet you remain passive and motionless on your front, on the bed. Anyone looking on would think you feel nothing. With my finger deep inside you, I know different. One final stroke with the toy buries it deep in your pussy. I push it in and hold it there and feel your pussy begin to spasm around it. Still, you remain motionless. The spasms subside and the toy remains in place. I slide my finger from your arse in a single quick stroke - your sphincter closes after me - and I move back to admire you. Your pussy is open, lewd; the very end of the toy sticks out of you. I can't help but note how seductive your arse looks, poking in to the air as it does. Reaching behind me, I pull the anal beads from the bedside table. There are eight beads on a string. They are the size of marbles. I wet my finger unceremoniously and lubricate your arse, before positioning the first bead against your tight anus. I apply some pressure and push it in to you. You have already been opened; your arse isn't as resistant as it was. The bead slips inside you without much effort. I try to imagine how it feels to you. Do you want more, I wonder? Or is one bead already enough? Do you feel degraded by this? I push the second bead inside you. It slips in as easily as the first. One by one, I push the string of beads inside you and in less than a minute, all eight are concealed by the perfect roundness of your bottom. I leave them there and move off the bed. I pull up a chair and sit at the end of the bed, looking at you. I pull out my phone and reply to a text from a friend. You will hear the clicking of the phone pad and you must know I am thinking of taking some pictures of you. How humiliating that would be, for photos like this to be taken. You, as beautiful as you are, as respectable as you are; on an anonymous hotel bed, on your front, naked, your pussy penetrated by a toy cock and some string hanging out of your arse, hinting at the kinky objects that are buried within. It's certainly not something you would want your friends to see. I don't take a picture in the end. Perhaps when I know you better, I will. I don't tell you that I haven't taken one, though. Moving from the chair, I come and sit by you on the bed. I stroke your hair, play with it. You are a doll. You are my toy. Without any warning I reach between your legs and slide the toy cock from your pussy. I present it to you, infront of your mouth. I push it against your lips and your mouth opens for me, allowing me to slide the toy inside so you can taste yourself. I pump your mouth a few times with the cock, ensuring that you taste your sex. A firm and steady tug on the string lets me pull the beads easily from your arse. They come out of you in quick succession, and I enjoy the pleasant bumping sensation as your anus closes after each bead. You must feel so empty, now that your arse is free of this particular intrusion. I hold the beads before your face, letting you smell yourself, before I feed them one by one on to your mouth. As I suspected, they fill your mouth and you come close to choking a little - but you cope well and when I gently push up beneath your chin, with my hand, you close your mouth fully around them. I move around so that I am infront of you and I can see how full your mouth is. It looks so dirty, the way the string hangs out, indicating what you have inside. I gaze in to your eyes and for a split second, you meet my gaze with your own. I smile, but you don't smile back at me. You return to looking directly ahead of you. By not acknowledging me, you give yourself to me fully. "Turn over," I say. "I want you on your back." You roll over obediently and, without the need for me to direct you, you lay still, gazing up at the ceiling. Your arms are by your side and your legs are very slightly parted. I allow my eyes to move slowly over you, looking at every detail. Your face is expressionless, though your eyes are rich and dark and they sparkle with their own energy. Your mouth is stuffed full of the beads, that have so recently been up your arse. Your breasts, heavy and inert, look a little used with time, a little stretched; but very beautiful. Your stomach is the same, used, carefully etched from bearing your children, but wholly feminine and very lovely. Your hips are wide and remind me how perfect a woman you are and your bush is thick and unashamed. I love your legs, long and supine, and your feet so naked and full of fetishistic potential. I sit on the bed beside you and play with your breasts for a little while. I take a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rub it, stroke it, pull it. I raise your breast in to the air, by the nipple. Your breast stretches a little and your nipple too. I love how hard it feels beneath my fingers. I drop it and your breast falls heavily back on top of you. I do the same with the other breast. I love how they are so soft. I clutch a breast in my hand and squeeze it, pull it. I take a while to play with your nipples, toying with them, playing with them. I wet my finger and stroke your nipples gently, teasing them in to a state of erectness. I circle them each with my finger, caress them with the softest touch. I lean forward and blow on each nipple and it fascinates me to see how hard they become, as if straining for my touch. I slap them, trying to get your nipples to lose their erectness, but the slaps seem to make them all the more excited. And so I just remove my touch and sit and watch you, with close interest, giving your nipples time to soften. When they soften, I start the whole process again, toying, playing, pinching, caressing, circling, blowing. I cannot resist taking them in to my mouth, drawing each nipple, one at a time, gently between my lips. I lick them and suck them, at times drawing them deep in to my mouth so that I can circle each nipples with my tongue. They become so hard, so erect. I lick and suck, toy and caress. And then, when I am ready, I remove my touch once more, and allow them to soften again. It takes a while. I think the fact I am looking at them so intently, watching so closely, keeps you excited. But when they soften, finally, I do it once more. Caressing, flicking, licking, sucking, circling, rubbing. It is nice to see how much control I have over these breasts of yours. I enjoy it. I explore your tummy, stroking it and pinching it. I lean forward to lick it. I like to experience things orally. I lick your tummy. I adore your softness and the delicate salty taste of you, mixed with the dry sweetness of your perfume. I bite you and expect you to gasp but you don't. You remain passive, so passive, even when I am biting you. Your skin is very soft and succulent between my teeth. It makes me want to bite harder. Instead, I rub gently with my fingers, until my teeth marks fade. Your bush is thick and feels nice to stroke. The coarse hairs run through my fingers, as I caress your mound. I pull on the hairs, then stroke them, that slap you lightly. You continue to gaze at the ceiling, seemingly unaware of the attention I am giving to your private place. When I hook my hands between your legs, gripping your inner thighs firmly, you do nothing. You neither resist, nor acquiesce, When I prise your legs apart, opening them wide so that your wet, used pussy is open and available, you let it happen. I open your legs wide, very wide. I reach between them and feel your cunt. It is still wet and my fingers slip easily inside you. I deliver a few short slaps to your pussy and each slap is wet and juicy. The room rings with it. Once more, I pull your cunt lips apart, opening you up, making you fully accessible. I can smell your sex. You smell perfect, of musk and cum and sweat. The air is thick with it. You are my toy and I decide to use you fully. Standing next to the bed, I unbuckle my belt and unzip myself. I lower my trousers; I don't remove them. You are my toy and I need to unload in you. This is not a time for intimacy. And so I leave my trousers on, lowered enough to give my cock the space to enter you. I crawl on the bed and position myself between your legs. I have left you open and ready for me. Your legs are spread, your pussy wide open. You look like porn. You look like the rawest, most impersonal kind of porn. You have been there for me to explore and now you are there for me to cum inside. You are an object that I can unload in to. I bring my cock up to your cunt. My dick is hard, throbbing and I feel your warm wetness against its tip. It is a vivid, exquisite sensation. I savour it just for a moment and then I push forward. My cock sinks deep inside you, in one smooth, single stroke. I am gripped lightly, firmly, by a warm, wet, velvet glove. I love the enclosure of it, I love the wet feel of your pussy, soft around my cock. I won't last long. There is no reason to. My purpose is to unload inside you. I begin to thrust inside you, pumping you in slow, steady strokes. Your pussy is the perfect match for my cock, we fit so well together. I hump you and when I look down at your face, I am delighted that you are not looking at me. You just stare up, passively. Your mouth is stuffed full with the anal beads and you look quite stoical, keeping it closed in that way. And allowing yourself to be fucked like this, too. Allowing yourself to be used. You are a very special woman. Fucking you gently, I keep my rhythm constant. I don't speed up, I don't get frenetic. The sensation is building and I won't need to expend much effort to spill my cum inside you. I ride you with slow, steady strokes. Your cunt makes wet sounds as I pump you and I have never dissolved in to a pussy in the way I am dissolving in to yours. Your pussy, my cock - they are as one. You and I. We are as one. I thrust slowly, pump you, fuck you. I can feel your cunt gripping me, contracting around my cock with every stroke. It is like I am being masturbated by a tight fist, even as I fuck this wet, inviting vagina. I rock inside you, letting the tension build, feeling the sensation intensify. I am aware of my cock growing in your cunt. It throbs and twitches, letting you know that I am about to explode. Beneath me, you are so passive. I could be fucking a doll. But I am fucking a woman. A woman who has given herself to me completely. I need to do it now. I need to mark you as mine, to possess you. I need the release. I push my dick deep inside you, pump you steadily. It's time. My cock is as hard as it has ever been and I thrust in to you once...twice...three times.... Somewhere in the distance, I can hear myself groan as my balls unload. A delicious vibration around the head of my cock and electricity down its length. I feel my cock spurt, spilling thick warm cum deep inside your pussy. Your cunt. I hold myself inside you, feeling spurt after spurt, as I fill you with my sex. Warm cum spills over my cock, mixing with your cunt juice, as I hold my hard length deep inside you. You don't move as I fill your cunt with my cum. You lay passive, letting it happen, letting me defile you in this most primaeval way. When I have finished, I remain for some time, buried inside you. I hold myself above you and we remain together, completely still, both of us able to feel my cock shrinking slowly inside you. I adore the warmth of your pussy around me. Wet, warm; it gave me sexual release, now it gives me comfort. It is such an amazing gift you have given me, giving yourself to me as you have. Just before I pull away from you - just before I pull my cock from your perfect, accommodating vagina - I look down at your face. Your eyes meet mine and this time, you don't pull your gaze away. Our eyes caress each other as we contemplate what we have just shared. This time, when I smile at you, you smile back. It is a gentle smile, warm and genuine. With your mouth still stuffed with used anal beads, your smile, like you, looks simply amazing.