0 comments/ 42404 views/ 12 favorites Rooms of Sin Ch. 01 By: Blue_Suzi Sophie gripped the edges of the oak coffee table, "Fuck me harder you worthless bitch! Fuck me harder or I'll show you the true meaning of punishment!" she shouted at Victoria. "For God's sake fuck me until I come, or I'll whip your sluttish ass into next week!" Sophie was on her hands and knees, dressed in a black PVC cat-suit, open at the crotch, her body jolted as Victoria, who wore a strap-on dildo, fucked her from behind. Sophie was dishing out commands to her 22 year old, blonde submissive, while Victoria's husband Timothy sat chained to a carver chair. He sat blindfolded, impaled on a thick rubber dildo which penetrated deep into his stretched ass. His hands cuffed behind his back, and his cock and balls tied tightly with cord to the leather collar around his neck, he could only listen helplessly as his young wife was forced to obey her Mistress. Victoria gripped Sophie around her waist, ploughing the strap-on dildo harder into her sopping pussy. "Yes Mistress, am I pleasing you now?" pleaded Victoria. "Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, that's better! That feels so good! You're not such a worthless piece of shit after all! Give it to me!" she screamed at Victoria. "You hear what your slut-wife is doing to me, Timothy? She is fucking me so good, pleasing her Mistress with her cock, something you're incapable of! Ohhhh fuck, that's good!" The intense fucking was pushing Sophie closer to her inevitable climax. She gritted her teeth as her orgasm started to hit her hard. "Yes.....yes.....fuck.....fuck.....fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" she wailed loudly, her sobs echoing through Timothy and Victoria's house. Victoria's thighs slapped hard against her Mistress's buttocks, her rubber cock spearing Sophie's pink pussy lips, until finally her climax subsided. She withdrew the thick cock with a wet, sucking noise leaving Sophie's glistening cunt twitching in the afterglow. "That was much better Victoria", said Sophie, standing up. "This time, as a reward, you may share my cunt juice with your pathetic husband. Fuck him in the mouth!" Victoria obeyed, walking to the corner of the spacious lounge where Timothy was restrained. He opened his mouth, accepting his wife's rubber cock, still creamy and wet with Sophie's juices. His tongue licked and slurped at the dildo as his wife pushed it deeper into his throat. His cock bobbed and twitched in his lap, a dribble of pre-cum emanated from his piss-hole. "Oh look!" laughed Sophie, doing her best to humiliate him. "Your bitch of a husband likes it! I think he's about to cum!" Sophie walked slowly over to him, the six inch heels of her black calf boots clacking on the hardwood floor. She lifted a foot up onto the arm of the carver, and pulling her puffy cunt lips apart, began to piss. A stream of hot pee rained down on Timothy's cock and balls, splashing over him, leaving him sitting in a puddle of warm fragrant liquid. He groaned loudly, still gagged by Victoria's strap-on, and then suddenly came. A jet of creamy white cum spurted from the bulbous head of his cock, arcing through the air, some of which landed on Sophie's black boots. His cock jerked repeatedly, sending his milky cum running down his hard shaft and over his balls. "Oh my Victoria, what a mess your husband seems to have made, best you get started cleaning up........with your tongue!" Sophie ordered. Victoria obeyed her Mistress, quickly falling to her knees, lapping greedily at the cocktail of mess. She slurped and sucked at puddle of piss and cum that her husband sat in. That last depraved act brought to an end the latest of Sophie's sessions with her newlywed subs. They were becoming excellent slaves, she mused, as she left their quiet suburban house. Oscar, Sophie's husband, was instrumental in his wife's quest to become a domme, and after a bit of an uncertain start had laid down some ground rules to which she now adhered to. He was a dom, and had spent a decade in the S&M scene perfecting his craft, not only on Sophie, but scores of women from all walks of life. Business women, housewives, college girls, even a well-known TV presenter had felt the savage sting of his whip. Sophie, herself, was relishing in her new hobby. After years of being a submissive slut with a legendary appetite for pain and degradation, a whole new world had opened up to her as a dominant female. Oscar looked adoringly at his wife as they sat eating dinner later that night. With her striking looks and long black hair cascaded down her back, her curvaceous figure and ripe full breasts straining against the thin red fabric of her dress, she really did look stunning. "I have some news Sophie, an old acquaintance has been in touch. We have an invitation to join him and his wife!" Sophie looked up, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Where do they live?" she enquired. Oscar smiled at Sophie. "Berlin! They run a very exclusive fetish club at a large country house on the outskirts of the city, and they've invited us to stay for a weekend!" Sophie smiled, the thought of a weekend away filled with debauched sex and depravity filled her with excitement. A few weeks later they were on their way, and had settled into their seats on the plane to Germany. The flight from London went smoothly, and they relaxed with some wine. Thoughts raced through Sophie's mind, trying to imagine what their hosts and their club would be like. A female hostess leaned across another passenger in front of Sophie, her red uniform stretching over her shapely ass cheeks. Her hair tied in a bun, and with immaculate make up, she looked so sexy. Sophie felt a warm gush of juice forming in her folds, the sight of the hostess in her uniform was turning her on! For a moment, Sophie fantasised about her, imagining they were locked in the cramped toilet together, going down on each other's wet pussies. Sophie blushed as the hostess turned round to serve Oscar and her. The hostess noticed Sophie's embarrassment, and smiled knowingly. They landed at Berlin Tegel airport soon after, and upon clearing customs, they were met by their German hosts, Michael and Katrina. Michael was in his forties, Sophie guessed, six foot tall and stocky in build, his head shaved close, wearing a black leather raincoat to combat the cold weather. He forcefully reached out with his hand to welcome his visitors. He seemed a larger than life character, gregarious and very confident. Katrina hugged Sophie and Oscar warmly, she was a bit shorter than Sophie, with a slim athletic build. She looked ten years younger, but in fact was the same age as Michael, 44, as Sophie discovered later. She was extremely pretty, and her close cropped blonde hair gave her a boyish look. She wore a short red leather jacket, over a cream floral dress and leather ankle boots. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope we get to know each other really well!" said the petite German woman using perfect English. Oscar and Michael slapped each other on the back, laughing like a couple of schoolboys. "Great to see you again my friend!" said Michael. They quickly exited the bustling airport, and were driven in Michael's BMW to their house on the outskirts. They arrived at the double wrought iron gates at the entrance to the large schloss. Once inside, a servant took Oscar and Sophie's cases to their rooms, while the visitors sipped champagne in a huge lounge with their hosts. "We really hope you enjoy your stay" said Katrina, "From what Michael tells me about you both, we think you'll find it really exciting!" Michael interjected, "Yes, as you know Oscar, we run an exclusive fetish club here, with many surprises in store. It's very popular with some of the more affluent people in Berlin. We cater for all kinds of tastes, and the business is doing really well, so as a very old friend, that's why we wanted to invite you and your wife to experience it for yourselves!" Katrina smiled at Sophie, "From what I hear about you Sophie, I think you're in for some treats!" After settling in to their bedroom, Michael took Oscar and Sophie on a tour of the club. He explained how things worked at the club. He led them down a long chequered marble floored corridor that had 7 doors on each side. Brightly lit chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, it looked very opulent, thought Sophie. The corridor was festooned with expensive gold décor. Above each solid looking mahogany door was a green and red light. "You notice the lights yes?" asked Michael. "Let me explain, it is quite simple, if the light is green, you may enter if you choose, and if it is red of course, you are forbidden to go inside. You must not break that rule under any circumstances, okay? Once inside you will find yourself in a small anteroom, where you can prepare yourself, and you will see another door which leads to the main room." "How intriguing!" Sophie looked across at Oscar, and winked. "You will come across other people here while visiting the rooms, some of them are guests, and others are employed by us to serve and perform for others, only you won't know exactly who is who. Everyone's identities remain a secret. There are different themes and scenarios in each room, and they can change night by night, so there are always surprises!" explained Michael. Katrina caught up with them in the corridor, "Now don't be nervous you two, enjoy your stay over the next two nights, I'm sure you'll find our club very, very stimulating!" Oscar had no worries regarding Sophie. He already knew she could cope with anything the club had to offer. She had a massive appetite for nasty extreme sex, the kinkier, the better. A little later, they sat in their room, looking forward to their first evening at the club. "How are we going to do this Oscar? Are we going to the rooms as a couple or are we flying solo tonight?" "If we go alone, said her husband, "Then I want some of your sweet pussy now!" He moved closer to her, his hand snaking up her thigh. Sophie felt his fingers slip beneath her lacy panties. A shiver ran down her spine, he had a great touch, Oscar, he really did. She seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal, her cunt moist ever since the flight from London. "Damn that air hostess! I'd make her suffer!" she thought to herself, wickedly. Oscar's fingers wormed their way deeper into Sophie's hot pussy. "Oh.....Oscar, that feels great!" she squealed. "Take your cock out, let me feel it." He unzipped his jeans, releasing his thick member. Sophie wasted no time, grabbing the hardening shaft and smothering the head with her pouting lips. Pre-cum was already oozing from his piss-hole, lubricating her mouth. She tasted the sweetness of his juice, "Oh God, Oscar, I've got such a craving for your cum!" She took his cock deep into her mouth, his heavy balls swinging at her chin. "Oooh.....Fuck......yeah baby.....fuck.....yeah!" Oscar exclaimed. Sophie sucked and fucked his cock with her mouth, rolling her tongue around his glans. Her fingers jammed and squirmed their way into her sopping cunt. They were both so turned on, the thought of staying in their friend's fetish club, and the anticipation of what was in store for them both was too much. Oscar pushed Sophie down on the bed, ripping away her delicate panties. His mouth literally fell onto her pussy, sucking and probing. He so loved the sweetness of her juices, his tongue reaching as far as it could into her steamy hole. She squirmed on the bed, overcome by Oscar's frantic lapping. "Oh please!" she cried, "I want your cock in my mouth again! I need to taste your cum so badly!" Oscar straddled her heaving tits, sliding his hard cock between her lips. Opening her mouth as far as she could to accommodate him, she allowed him to push deeper into her. She felt his cock throbbing deep in her gullet, and fought the gagging reflex that was about to choke her. Then all of a sudden, it happened. Sophie came first, a shuddering climax brought on by her fingers which were now glistening with her own juices. As her body shook, she took Oscar's cock deeper than ever before, his heavy balls slapping against her chin. He came too, his cum exploding deep within her throat. Spurt after spurt of his cum flooded into her stomach. Finally Oscar finished, and withdrew, leaving Sophie gasping for air. "Mmmm, babe, you suck so well!" sighed Oscar, collapsing onto the bed. Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You know me!" she smiled, "You're on your own tonight, lover, I'm going to visit some of the rooms on my own, tomorrow night we'll start out together, and see where we end up at the end of the night!" "That suits me fine!" Oscar replied. After a light meal, Sophie and Oscar prepared themselves for their first experiences at Michael and Katrina's exclusive club. In their bathroom, Sophie discovered a douche attachment for the shower. She gave herself a thorough ass cleansing, as she was secretly hoping for some heavenly anal sex later. She soaped and shaved herself until her skin was beautifully smooth and silky, applying plenty of lotion afterwards. She chose her clothing for her first venture into the club. A purple satin corset emphasising her curvy figure, matching thong, sheer black stockings secured by the corset's eight suspenders, purple velvet opera-style gloves, and impossibly high heeled purple court shoes. She held an elegant black feathered masquerade mask up to her face. "Perfect!" she thought, looking in the mirror. Leaving Oscar in the bedroom, Sophie donned her mask and ventured out in the club, navigating her way to the fetish rooms. She quickly arrived in the corridor, her heart beating heavily with anticipation. She glanced at the lights above the doors, except for one, they were all green. She chose room 3, on the left, and went inside. As Michael had said, she found herself in a small anteroom. She flicked the switch on the wall, turning the light outside the room to red. There was just enough space for a small round table and chair. A full length mirror was fixed to one wall, and Sophie glanced at her reflection, giggling with excitement. "Not bad!" she thought. But it was the table that really caught her eye. On it was a riding crop. "Well, what do we have here?" she muttered to herself, wondering as to what may be in store for her on the other side of the door. She took a deep breath, picked up the crop, and walked inside. Back in their bedroom, Oscar was getting ready for his first foray into the club. He also took advantage of the shower douche, intent on being prepared for anything. His cock grew hard in the shower as he lathered himself. He was sorely tempted to relieve himself there and then, but he had other plans for his cock, not wanting to waste this opportunity after travelling all the way to Germany. He neatly trimmed his pubic area, taking time to shave his leaden balls. After showering, he dressed in a black suit, and red shirt, deciding to go commando. His thoughts turned to Sophie, wondering what she was up to. The room was gloomy, lit by just a few candles. Sophie walked further inside, her high heels clicking on the cold stone floor. It was a dungeon! In front of her was a sight that made her gasp with shock. Fixed to one wall was a large wooden cross, and bound to it was a girl, dressed as a cheerleader. She wore a yellow crop-top, revealing her taught 18 year old, tanned tummy, a white mini-skirt, and white calf boots. Shoulder length blonde hair framed her pretty teen features. "Are....are you, my.....my.....Mistress?" said the girl, tears welling in her eyes. Sophie felt herself slipping into her domme role. She moved slowly closer to the restrained girl, until their faces were almost touching. Sophie examined the girl closely, still wearing her masquerade ball mask. Her moist lips lightly brushed the girls quivering mouth, before planting a heavy kiss on them. Their lips mashed together, Sophie kissing her passionately. Tongues and lips swirled around each other, saliva dripping from their mouths. Sophie stopped abruptly, and looked her in the eye. Then she slapped the girl hard across the face. "I'm whatever you want me to be honey!" She said, coldly. "But you're just a slut, I know you are, because you're dressed like one." Sophie slipped her gloved fingers under the girl's mini-skirt, finding her naked pussy underneath. She could feel the girl's heat, and her wetness through the fabric of her gloves. "Oh my pretty little thing, are you hot for Mistress? Have you been teasing those boys with that dirty little cunt of yours? Have you been fucking their cocks like a little whore?" Sophie bombarded her with questions. The girl nodded. "Oh you're a naughty little slut who needs punishing then! Is that what you need?" The girl looked shamefully down at her feet. "Hurt me Mistress, please, hurt me, I need to be punished." she replied softly. Sophie lifted the girl's crop top, exposing her firm young breasts, and pinched her nipples hard until they were puffed and erect. "Nnnnnnnnngh!" the girl groaned. On a table lay a selection of instruments of pain, including a pair of vicious nipple clamps connected by a short chain. Sophie attached the clamps to her budding nipples. The girl whimpered in pain, her heavy eyeliner now smeared by her tears. "Open wide!" Sophie instructed, placing the hanging chain between the girls teeth. Pulled tight, the chain wrenched her nipples upwards, increasing the level of pain. The girl winced, her breathing coming in short rasps. Sophie walked in circles around the dimly lit room, flexing her riding crop, and tapping it menacingly against her thigh. She exposed her full, ripe tits to the girl, releasing them from the confines of her tight corset. The girls eyes followed her, knowing that things were about to get more painful. "You deserve this don't you, slut, because you're a teasing, filthy cum-whore who likes to fuck and suck anything she can, yes?" Sophie asked. The girl nodded again, her eyes pleading with Sophie for forgiveness. In a flash, Sophie lunged forward, the crop swished through the air connecting with the soft inside of the girl's right thigh. "Eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaargh!" She screamed, still clenching the metal chain in her teeth. Sophie changed position, ready for the next blow. A second later, she hit the opposite thigh, sending the unfortunate girl reeling in pain. Her head shook violently, pulling at the nipple clamps. Red welts appeared on her thighs, and she began sobbing. "Oh you think this is bad, eh? We're just getting started honey!" Sophie chuckled. Oscar wandered through the schloss, on his way to the fetish rooms, passing a middle-aged couple in the brightly lit corridor. They greeted each other, the couple introducing themselves as Harald and Claudia. Harald was dressed like Oscar, in a smart suit. He was tall with ruggedly handsome features, his greying hair giving him a distinguished look. Claudia, much shorter than her partner, wore a red latex outfit, her long black hair in a ponytail poking through the top of her red rubber hood. "Enjoy your evening!" Claudia said, smiling warmly. "Thank you! And you as well!" replied Oscar. He arrived outside the rooms, looking up at the lights. A green light shone above the first door on the right. He went inside, flicking the wall switch to red. The anteroom appeared to be what looked like a doctor's waiting room. Magazines were piled neatly on a small table, not the usual yachting and housekeeping publications though. Oscar browsed through the selection of glossy fetish porn. On the walls were anatomical posters and public health notices. He sat on a leather sofa for a few minutes, preparing himself for what might lay in wait for him in the other room. Above the door, a green light flickered into life, and a buzzer sounded. Rooms of Sin Ch. 01 "Enter, please!" a curt message came over an intercom. Oscar rose from his seat and walked through the door. The room was brightly lit and in the centre of the room was a gynaecologist's chair. "I see you're here for your appointment Mr Black, if you would be so kind to take off all your clothes" came a voice in a heavy Teutonic accent. A nurse stood up from behind her desk. She wore a short blue and white PVC dress, white stockings, and seven inch high platform sandals. She was strikingly attractive, and wore her blonde hair pinned up under her nurse's uniform hat. "There is a screen over there, if you would do as I say, we can get his over with quickly." Oscar was a bit taken aback at first, but he did as instructed, stepping behind the screen. Moments later he reappeared, naked, his cock beginning to swell with excitement. The nurse was sat on a stool next to the gynaecologist's chair, and she was busy donning a pair of latex examination gloves. She sat with her thighs wide apart, allowing Oscar a clear line of sight at her bald cunt, with her long legs accentuated by her skyscraper heels. He stared at the nurse, his cock now bobbing erect in front of him. A metal trolley was positioned next to her, atop of which was a neatly arranged selection of medical paraphernalia. "Sit in the chair Mr Black, I really haven't got all day." She sounded very officious and rude to Oscar. He felt like he was a minor annoyance to her, but his human instinct was to immediately obey her, forgetting for a moment that was all part of her performance. He sat in the chair, the nurse extending two folding arms from the base to support Oscar's legs. "Put your legs in the stirrups Mr Black." Oscar did as instructed. The nurse secured his ankles with leather straps. "And now your wrists please, Mr Black." His hands were bound tight to the arms of the chair. Finally, she pulled a leather collar around his neck securing him firmly in the chair. His cock, balls and asshole were prominently exposed between his open thighs. He watched intently as she took an oversized syringe filled with something and attached a plastic nozzle. She pushed the tip against Oscar's anus, gently working the tapered tip inside him. "We must make sure you're clean inside Mr Black, we don't want any mess now, do we?" He was so glad he'd already douched, and saved any unnecessary embarrassment. He felt a surge of warm liquid inside his ass, pushing against the inner walls of his rectum. More and more of the liquid was injected into him, until he began to cramp in pain. "Oh God, please! No more.......uuuuuhhh!!!......please!" he begged. She removed the syringe and immediately shoved a small butt plug into Oscar's liquid filled ass. "We must wait a short while Mr Black, for the enema to work. While we are waiting, you may watch some TV." The nurse reached for a remote control, and the flat screen on the wall switched itself on. Oscar felt bloated by the liquid inside him, and was repeatedly getting cramps. He felt desperate to expel the liquid, but was unable to because of the plug. On the screen, a fetish porn movie started to play, featuring a nurse with two male patients. Within moments they were fucking her hard, one man had his thick cock jammed firmly down her throat, while the other reamed out her ass. Oscar watched, trying to take his mind off the cramps, but the movie was making him hornier than ever. Finally the movie finished, the nurse milking both men's cocks into her hungry mouth. Oscar's cock felt like it was about to burst. "How are you feeling Mr Black, okay?" the nurse enquired. "We will now proceed with your prostate examination, Mr Black." For a moment Oscar felt genuinely nervous, but he knew he was there with perverse pleasure in mind, and trusted his friend Michael with whatever experiences the club had to offer. Holding a large metal bowl under his ass, the nurse removed the butt-plug. Oscar winced, feeling his sphincter stretch around the widest part of the plug as it popped out. He was unable to hold the enema inside him any longer. It flooded out of his ass, a torrent of milky, warm liquid, until he finally was empty. The relief he felt was amazing. The nurse then took the lid off a large tub of anal grease and dipped her whole latex gloved hand into the tub. Sophie brought the whip down hard across the cheerleader's exposed tits. Her nipples were aflame with excruciating pain. She shrieked, pulling at her bonds. Her outstretched limbs were vulnerable to any form of torture Sophie had in mind. Again and again the crop whistled through the air in the dark dungeon, thrashing the girl's soft flesh. She worked her way down her stomach past her navel, raising criss-crossing welts as she went. The girl flinched and wailed as she took each stroke of the crop. Sophie was really getting off on punishing the girl, she could feel her pussy oozing her creamy girl-cum until it was running down her inner thighs. The poor submissive girl screamed in agony as she took each stroke of the crop, until she was shaking, crying and finally broken. Her mascara ran in streaks down her trembling face. She hung limp from the wooden cross, her energy drained by Sophie's vicious whipping, and her semi-naked body was covered in red welts. Sophie released her from the cross, the girl falling to her knees, sobbing. "Now you worship me, you little cunt!" Sophie commanded. The girl crawled to where Sophie leaned against a table, her face level with Sophie's bare cunt-lips. Sophie turned around and leant over the table, offering her ass to the girl. "Lick my ass, you little whore, I want to feel you tongue deep in my ass!" The girl obeyed, thrusting her tongue at Sophie's puckered hole. She spread her ass cheeks wide for her, feeling her tight hole being invaded. "Oh yeah, that's it, get it right in there, as far as you can!" Sophie squealed. "Is that all you're good for bitch? Cleaning your Mistress's ass?" The girl mumbled something incoherent as she licked and slurped, rimming her Mistress, forcing her tongue far into Sophie's steamy asshole. Sophie turned around to face her. "Eat me, feed on your Mistress's pussy!" came the order. "Yes Mistress!" said the cheerleader. Instantly, her young lips closed around Sophie's dripping cunt. Her tongue probed deep, tasting Sophie's juices. Sophie felt her clit being sucked and tickled by the girl. "Wow!" she thought, it was so different to having Oscar lick her, as the girl's soft face pressed into her cunt, just so delicate and sensuous! Only a girl could know exactly how a pussy should be licked, she mused. Sophie grabbed the girl's blonde hair, pulling her tighter still into her aching pussy. "Mmmmm, worship my cunt, that's it, please your Mistress, oh fuck yeah, fuck, fuck....that's it, fuck me with your filthy tongue, oh God!!!" The cheerleader went to town on Sophie's pussy, using all the cunt licking skills that she knew. "Oh yeah...oh yeah!....I'm cumming! FUCK YEAHHHHHHHH!" Sophie screamed, grinding her pussy into the girl's face. A huge shower of girly-cum drenched the girl's face. Sophie had nearly always squirted when she came, and her climax this time produced a deluge. Sophie's whole body shook as her orgasm shot through her, still gripping the girl's head for stability. Finally it subsided, and Sophie pushed the poor girl away, discarding her like a piece of trash. "Play time over, slut." Sophie walked back into the anteroom to tidy herself, leaving the cheerleader on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. Oscar had told himself before the evening began, to have an open mind about anything that might happen at the club. Now, sat fastened to the chair, he could feel the nurse pushing a well lubricated finger into his ass. Sophie had done this many times to him before, but he knew the nurse wasn't going to stop there. He tried to relax, the slight pain turning gradually to pleasure. A second finger, and then a third were slowly introduced. He winced slightly as he felt his sphincter stretch around the nurses invading fingers. His cock was now rock hard, pointing directly upwards. He let out a groan of pleasure, which the nurse noticed. "Mr Black, I must concentrate on my work, I am a professional nurse, and this is a serious examination, yes?" A small pearl of pre-cum appeared at the slit on Oscar's cock. "We are not quite there yet, Mr Black, I need to feel a bit deeper.....ah yes, there we go!" Oscar felt the nurse's knuckles push into him, stretching his ass wide. His head thrashed from side to side, his teeth gritted as he coped with the sensations. The nurse withdrew her hand for a moment, and then suddenly thrust it back into Oscar's ass. She began fucking him with her slender hand, pushing, squirming and invading his back door. The grease had a de-sensitising agent to help his asshole relax, allowing the nurse to push deeper. He writhed in the chair, clearly enjoying the nurse's attentions. She grabbed his cock with her other hand, squeezing it hard. Oscar had never been fisted like this, it was much deeper and more extreme than anything he'd ever experienced. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead as the nurse's latex covered hand went wrist deep into his ass. "Ah, there we have it, well done Mr Black, I can feel your prostate quite clearly now, and yes it feels fine, but I do need to take a sperm sample from you, do you think you can manage that for me? He nodded in desperation, wanting to cum so badly. She withdrew her fist, Oscar moaning with perverse pleasure as it slipped past his burning sphincter, leaving his greasy asshole gaping wide. "Good, then I will use a penis pump, it should produce a large enough sample for me!" First, she put a tight rubber strap around his balls, stretching his heavy sack away from his cock. Next she introduced his erect cock to the pump, a clear plastic cylinder with a vacuum pump. The nurse lubricated his cock, and slid it through the tight latex ring at the base. She began squeezing the bulb attached to the end, which rapidly expelled any air in the tube. Immediately his cock began to swell to a massive size, filling the rigid plastic tube. "Oh Jesus!" Oscar thought to himself. His cock felt like it was about to explode, the bulbous head was large and mushroom-like, and his hard shaft became much thicker and solid. He need to cum so badly, his stretched balls ached crazily, and pre-cum seeped from his piss-hole. The nurse stopped pumping, leaving his pulsating cock a prisoner in the depraved device. She massaged her wet pussy, covering the bald flesh with her own juices, then reaching from the table next to her, took her very own pussy pump. She placed the pubic shaped dome over her pussy lips and began pumping away. The soft flesh of her mons was sucked into the pump, engorging her lips, and swelling the entrance to her moist cunt. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" she moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Oscar watched her writhing on the stool, getting her rocks off with her own pump. It was almost too much to bear, if he didn't come soon, he was sure his cock and balls would surely explode. He could see her inflamed pussy squeezed by the vacuum, filling the clear plastic pump. Eventually the nurse released the pressure, and removed her pump so that she could play with her deliciously swollen cunt lips. "Mmmmm, that feels so nice!" she gasped, her latex gloved hand massaging at her juicy crack. "Oh Mr Black, I think I am cumming now, yes......YESSSSSSSS!" she squealed, rocking back and forth on the metal stool. She closed her eyes, her face contorting as she came hard while Oscar looked on. Mercifully, the nurse soon turned her attentions to him, releasing the vacuum pressure, and allowing the tube to slip from his throbbing cock. He glanced at his cock, the pump had engorged and swollen his manhood to an unbelievable size! She once more forced her fist into his gaping asshole, and began to massage his prostate gland. "And now I will take your sperm!" she announced. The nurse took Oscar's cock in her mouth, her jaw wide open to accommodate the swollen head, forcing it between her outstretched lips. Oscar could feel her teeth scraping his skin as she struggled to suck the sperm from him. She managed to get half his cock into her distended mouth, and began sucking greedily. It felt like he was being fucked by the tightest of pussies. Oscar knew he wouldn't last long, he could feel his balls tighten, that exquisite ache of his approaching climax. She fisted him with one hand like a machine, gripping his cock with the other. She could barely get her fingers around his oversized shaft, but she squeezed and pulled at it until it was all too much for Oscar. "Oh fucking Christ!" he gasped. He literally exploded his hot cum into the nurses waiting mouth, filling it completely. She expertly swallowed what she could, leaving the excess flood of cum to seep from the corners of her mouth. His cock pulsed in her mouth, until he could produce no more sperm. The nurse smiled at him, savouring the taste of his tangy cum. "Well done Mr Black, that was a satisfactory sample! That will be all for today." she congratulated him, reaching for a tissue to wipe the excess cum from her chin. She released him from his bonds. Satisfied, Oscar dressed, and left the examination room to venture back into the club to sample further decadence.