0 comments/ 111130 views/ 9 favorites The Doctor Is In By: tamol It was my first day back at work after spending two great weeks in Marbella with my wife, it was the first time for over eighteen years we were able to go on holiday without our son, who had now grown up and was old enough to look after himself. As usual the first day back after a break can be very hectic and I was dashing from one office to another arranging various meetings and so forth, when all of a sudden I was forced to sit down as I found difficulty breathing and a sharp pain in my chest. It eventually subsided and I was able to resume my work, but at the back of my mind was a fear that something was definitely wrong. Being of the grand old age of fifty I thought it wise to visit my local doctor and when she told me she suspected a heart problem my world almost fell apart. Luckily my job came with private medical insurance so within a week an appointment had been made to see a heart specialist and after a meeting with him for twenty minutes an exercise ECG was arranged for the following day. One week later I was back with the specialist and the news was not good, the ECG had shown some irregularities with my heart and this time an angiagram was arranged. As I lay in the hospital bed after the angiagram the specialist arrived with the result and once again the news was no better, he diagnosed angina and gave me a prescription for some tablets to ease the problem. After two more visits to the specialist I was still suffering slightly with mild chest pains and another ECG was arranged plus a blood test to check my cholesterol level. A week after I arranged to see the specialist again for what I hoped to be the last visit to find out the results from the tests. As I walked into his office he was very polite and upbeat as he invited me to sit down. “James the recent tests were very good, it appears that the tablets are working well, however the blood test shows you have a cholesterol lever of 5.9 so I’m afraid it’s more tablets for you,” he said as he handed me a prescription. “How bad is it?” I enquired. “Not that bad, but let me check your blood pressure, would you mind removing your shirt please and lay on the bed,” he asked politely. I removed my shirt and lay down while he checked my blood pressure and then checked me over with his stethoscope. “Your blood pressure is fine, however with your permission I would like to conduct another test to see how you respond as your heart beats faster. Would you mind removing the rest of your clothes and lay back on the bed,” he said. I was slightly mystified but did as he asked by removing my clothes and lying down again. “This is slightly unorthodox but will give me a clear indication of how well the tablets are working, so please bare with me while I do this.” His hand grasped my penis and he gently ran his fingers up and down, even in my confused state my penis was getting hard and causing me some embarrassment. As my penis grew he took a firm grip and the only way I can describe it was he was wanking me off and even though I had never been touched by a man and the thought alone I found repulsive, it was a pleasant feeling. I could feel my orgasm getting close and he seemed to sense it also and removed his hand. Once again he checked my blood pressure and seemed pleased by the result as he asked me to turn over. “What I am going to do now may seem very out of the ordinary, but please trust me that this is the best way for me to find out if everything is okay.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw him undressing and I was about to get up to leave when his hands pressed against my shoulders pushing me back down. “I would like you to raise your backside and support yourself on your knees,” he said. I did as he asked and while I was in this position I felt a cold jelly like substance being rubbed into my arse hole. Then he inserted a finger inside me causing me to jerk forward, he whispered in my ear to relax. I could now feel his cock against my hole, my brain was saying this couldn’t be right but how could I argue with a specialist. The first couple of inches slipped inside me, the pain was intense and I let out a groan as he pushed further into me. He took me through the pain barrier and I could now feel his balls against my arse as his entire cock penetrated me. There was no movement as I became used to having my hole filled and as soon as he felt me relax he pulled his cock backwards before plummeting once more deep into me, I was beginning to enjoy the feel as he struck up a steady rhythm. I couldn’t believe I was being fucked by a man but the feeling inside me was amazingly nice and I could feel my cock throbbing as I neared a climax, just then he let out a long moan and I could feel his warm liquid exploding inside me causing me to come as well. I lay exhausted, his hot body still pressing down on me, never before had I experienced anything so wild, so taboo but so wonderful. He climbed off me and once more took my blood pressure and informed me all was well. As I left his office I could still feel an ache in my arse, but the ache wanted filling once more and now I looked forward to my next visit but sorry that it was three months away. The Doctor Is In Visiting hours were over, Stan Witcoski was leaving the Wyattville General Hospital after seeing his favorite uncle, Harry Barson. As he walked up the ramp to the foyer, he saw Dolly Hamlin. Dolly who was the Director of Nurses at the hospital was a platinum haired, blue eyed beauty of mature years. She carried her 5' 2" frame in a regal posture that showed off her spectacular figure. She weighed about 130 lbs and sported a rack of 38 DD tits. Her ass was round and firm for her years and she knew she turned heads where ever she went. Stan caught his breath when he passed Dolly as she walked down the ramp. Jeez! What a broad! What a tasty piece of ass she would be! He was developing an obsession about this woman he had just seen for the first time. Dolly smiled at Stan as she passed him and he felt his balls tighten up. He HAD to have this woman! He started to formulate a plan to enjoy that voluptuous body in his own time. As the days wore on, Stan visited his uncle at least once every day and sometimes twice. He thoroughly checked out the hospital and learned about it’s nooks and crannies. His greatest find was the vacant doctor’s office at the end of the west wing. He found that it was a simple task to get into the empty space. He saw the scattered left over furniture from the previous occupant. The former tenant has thoughtfully forgot to remove a break bed in an isolated exam room. This was where Stan would satisfy his carnal desires to fuck Dolly Hamlin’s eyes out. Next he had to figure a way to get her alone so he could work his sexualmagic on her. He was known to his friends as a inveterate cockhound. He had had more women than most men twice his age. He was a muscular, handsome young man who knew what women liked and he knew how to have them savoring after him. Any girl he had ever fucked wanted his large 9 inch cock again. He was very proud of his cock. While it wasn’t as long as some monster cocks, it was as thick as his wrist. It so stretched and widened the cunts that he screwed that the feelings he caused made them feel totally filled and satisfied. After a week, he came up with his plan. He would steal a doctor’s lab coat and stethoscope and ambush her when she left work for the day, at about 3:30 PM. He would use a stun gun to disable her near the door to the outside and to the vacant doctor’s office. If he could get her immobilized and quiet on the break room bed, he could leave and come back when the hospital was calmed down for the night shift. It was a good plan, and he was sure he could pull it off. He could almost feel how her tits would feel, how her cunt would respond to his thick cock, how her ass could feel as he massaged her firm cheeks. He made the mistake of telling his best friend, Mace Wayne about this hot momma that he had stumbled on to at the hospital. After Mace had accompanied Stan to the hospital, he too wanted a piece of Stan’s discovery. He asked Stan if he could use a back-up for his plan. Stan considered it and agreed that Mace could have sloppy seconds ,if everything went right. Mace had a truncheon that was more formidable than Stan’s. While not as thick, certainly longer. A real pussy lengthener. Stan and Mace figured Dolly would get to enjoy a double dose of real men’s fuck engines. The two picked F-Day to me the next payday at the hospital. Dolly distributed the paychecks to all the staff. She did the incoming morning shift and the out going night shift at 6:30AM, she waited for the incoming evening shift until 3PM after which she left for the day. The hospital started to wind down after payday in anticipation of a quiet weekend. With the incoming evening shift the place would be almost on skeleton staff. Not much chance that their fun would be interrupted. The day finally came! The boys were as hot and horny as two rutting bucks. Their balls were full and hot. Time passed slowly as they waited in the vacant office. At precisely 3:22PM, Stan put on the doctor’s lab coat and stethoscope and wandered into the opposite hall from where Dolly was due to appear. As he walked toward the side hall through Dolly would have to go to reach the outside door, she appeared as if on cue. He reached the side hall slightly before she and turned down it absent mindedly. As she rounded the entrance to the hall, he turned and struck. ZZZAPPP!! The stun gun sent a high voltage shock through Dolly’s shoulder. She gasped and started to slump to the floor. Mace seeing his tableau from the vacant office rushed to help Stan drag the helpless woman into their lair. They quickly got her into the exam/fucking room and duct taped her to the bed frame in a spread-eagled posture. They placed a piece of duct tape over her eyes and mouth. After they were satisfied that they had secured their prey, they left for a beer and a burger to flesh in their plan for enjoying the lush woman they had just abducted. At about 6PM, all was quiet after the supper hour in the hospital. The two studs returned to have their way with the beautiful body of Dolly Hamlin. As they entered the exam room they noticed that Dolly had regained consciousness and was struggling with her bonds attempting to free herself from the situation she found herself in. To no avail, however, she only succeeded in twisting them tighter. Stan chortled at her failed efforts and said to her, “Relax, lady, you can’t get out of them. We’ll let you go once we’re through with you.” With that, the boys began to strip Dolly down for the fucking that was to come. Stan popped the buttons on her light jacket. Having come prepared, he then opened his knife and cut the from the center of the jacket down the sleeves and slid the garment from underneath the terrified unseeing woman on the bed. Next, Mace cut and ripped the blouse from her body. When they saw her heavy, rounded breasts encased in her tight bra forcing gorgeous cleavage, they glanced at each other to signal the upcoming good time. Not wanted to waste time, Stan slid his knife under the center of her bra and with a smooth deft movement sliced the bra in half. Dolly’s bra sprang apart and her gorgeous globes lolled out upon her chest. Mace could not control his lust for these fantastic tits. He dove down on the helpless Dolly and grabbed her left breast and squeezed. His mouth covered her right nipple and he sucked greedily. He teased the nipple with his tongue and felt it stiffen and harden. He ran his tongue around the pink aureola and felt it swell to his touch. This woman was responding and he was certain that when they really got started, she would cooperate. Stan glanced at Mace working the woman’s tits and smiled. He soon would have a pussy to work with and he had great plans for the event. Dolly’s slacks were being sliced down each leg and pulled from underneath her as her blouse had been. Only her pantyhose stood between her and complete nakedness. ZIPPP! Now they were gone. The men stood back and admired their prey. Dolly was having a difficult time breathing with the duct tape over her mouth and was trembling with fear and anticipation. Her chest and tits were heaving and she was still struggling to get free. The excited duo went quickly back to the task at hand. Stan rubbed Dolly’s pussy mound with his hand and was slightly surprised to find it already wet. He slid his finger into her cunt and found it satiny and slippery with fuck juice. Then two fingers, then three fingers. He said, “She’s hot to fuck, buddy!” Dolly was making uummph, uummph, uummph sounds beneath the duct tape covering her mouth. She was breathing heavily and having a hard time through her nostrils alone. Stan ripped the duct tape off snarling, “if you scream, lady, you’re dead!” Dolly’s sounds changed to “Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh!” as the two worked her into a state of sexual frenzy. Dolly’s head rolled from side to side in time with her moans. Her cunt became wetter and wetter as she moved her pelvis in fucking motions. Stan’s maddening fingers kept massaging her clit and pussy ring. She moaned in ecstasy and pushed up to help his fingers do their magic work. All along, Mace worked her tits. Squeezing, kneading, tweaking and pinching and pulling her erect and stiff nipples. Mace had brought a small bottle of baby oil to the session and went about drizzling a slender stream in a random zig-zag pattern over Dolly’s stomach, tits and chest. He slid his hands sensuously over ever square inch of Dolly’s voluptuous body. Over her chest and her rising mountains of quivering tits, over her slight little paunch of her abdomen, over her smooth hips and thighs, over her lightly haired pubic mound. Every nerve ending in Dolly’s body was screaming, “fuck me!, fuck me!, fuck me! She had become a quivering, trembling woman who wanted fucked, no, needed fucked, NOW! Throughout Dolly’s warm-up both Stan and Mace were sporting raging hard-ons and their lust knew no bounds. Stan finally could not stand waiting any longer. He jumped on the bed and pushed Dolly’s legs apart and began sliding his large cock up and down her soaking slit. Over her clit and along her swollen labial lips his cock was driving her insane. Then he slowly lowered his mushroom headed flesh bar into her wet and waiting cunt. She felt her cunt mouth stretch as his cockhead widened her for his complete possession of her body. "OOHHHHHHMPH!" Dolly exclaimed as he popped into her soft, wet and grasping warmness. As he bottomed out in her cunt she threw her pelvis into a frenzied humping. "Ooohhhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh!" Stan pummeled her cunt with forceful thrusts that hammered her back onto the bed. Stan and Mace had planned the fuck fest with great care and now they were enjoying every moment of it. From the sounds coming from Dolly, so was she! Pumping her ass up to meet Stans every hammering thrust and moaning and mewing is cadence with her fucking, there was no way she wasn’t loving every second of her rape. As Stan’s steely cock pumped to the limits of her silky, slippery fuck sheath, he lengthened and stretched it to unheard of dimensions for Dolly. Stan asked Mace to release her legs. And when he had, Dolly instantly wrapped against the back of his thighs and tried to pull him even deeper inside her. She felt these new and wonderful sensations in her belly and the wave of pleasure washed over her entire being. Orgasm after orgasm swept her. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh!" As she came her cunt wall alternatively grasped and relaxed along Stan’s big cock. To him, these sensations were more intense and much better than the young stuff he was used to. This chick was the great fuck he had thought she would be. Her tits rolled on her chest matching every 8 or 9 inch pounding of his cock as he filled to her limit. Her head rolled back and forth. Stan would like this to go on forever, but he could feel his balls begin to tighten up and he knew that he would be cumming soon. He slammed into her cunt with renewed vigor and felt the boiling semen start it’s passage to the center of Dolly’s body. "Aarrghh! Aarrgh!" He shouted as the hot bath shot from his cock and bathed the walls of Dolly’s cunt with amazing force and heat. When she felt this she too exploded with another earthshaking orgasm and together they soared into the stratosphere. As he lay, exhausted on top of Dolly’s likewise spent frame. They both continued their fucking motions and a much reduced rate and intensity. Sliding slowly in and out while his cock deflated, he reveled in the wetness and luxurious feelings around his cock. As he dismounted from Dolly’s steaming pussy there was a distinctive “pop” as his cockhead cleared the spasming entrance. Spent fuck juices of Stans’s jizm and Dolly’s lubricating fluids seeped from her cunt and onto the bed. Dolly lay still and blown away by the frenzied fuck she’d just endured. It was now Mace’s turn to experience the softness and satiny feel of her cunt lips and her fuck tunnel. He scrambled to take Stan’s place between Dolly’s spread legs. Her cunt lay open and had not yet returned to it’s normal dimensions after her fucking. Still oozing fuck fluids, it was well prepared for The onslaught of Mace’s long cock. He worked his cock up and down her slit, stimulating her clit and the muscle ring at the back of her opening. She whispered, “Do it! Fuck me! Do Me! Please!” He lowered his muscular body and skewered her to the hilt with his cock. “Oooohhhhhh!” Dolly sighed as he took her. She started to move even before he did. Pushing her pussy up and raising Mace’s body upward as she tried to get the most cock possible into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his back as she had with Stan and tried to pull him deeper inside her cunt. Her tits were swollen from their squeezing and pummeling and her nipples were erect and stiff. Her tits rocked up and down on her chest as Mace plowed into with a frantic rhythm. The fuck noises emanating from the couple were like a wet freight train. The fluids left inside her had provided the friction free ride of a lifetime for Mace. He flew in and out of her cunt with the speed of a dog fucking a bitch. Dolly could not keep her breath as she tried in vain to keep up with his piston like thrusts. “Ooohhh!, Ooohhh!, Ooohhh!” she gasped! In what seemed like only minutes, but was really about fifteen of them, Mace stiffened and blasted a monumental load of cum into Dolly’s cunt. Again, she felt the hot bath of cum splash through her cunt and she came with a rush that astounded even her. “OOOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOOHHH! GODDD! OH, MY GODDD!” Mace kept cumming and Dolly matched his fire with her own! He suddenly just collapsed on top of her and lay there draining his cock of every last drop of semen left in his balls. Eventually, the two sat down and admired Dolly, her tits, her belly, her cunt, her legs, and particularly her face. She was beautiful in every respect and they had fucked her eyeballs all but out. She had that dreamy “just fucked” look and made no effort the get up to release her still taped hands or to escape. She simply lay there breathing fast and deep . She looked like she could take a little more, the two men thought. Stan suggested that while it was still early, maybe they should try a double donging. Mace agreed and claimed the back door of her ass and Stan could fuck her cunt again. They undid her taped hands and told her they would allow to goonce they fucked her one more time. Dolly weakly shook her head and prepared for the onslaught. Mace lay on his back on the bed with his new stiff truncheon sticking up like a rocket on the launch pad. Stan told Dolly to crawl up on the bedand put Mace’s cock in her asshole. Dolly had never experienced anal sex before and was hesitant. As she settleddown on his hard-on, Mace dipped his cockhead into the dripping juices from herpussy and rubbed them on her asshole to lube his way inside her. The juicesmade her asshole slippery as glass and surprising her his slender cock slid right in clear to the hilt. Next, He reached up and cupped her monstrous tits and pulled her back toward him. She felt his long cock in her bowels and felt strange erotic sensations start to happen. Then, Stan crawled up on the bed and inserted his cock into her gaping cunt hole. Now she was doubly impaled. One cock in her ass another in her cunt. She had difficulty telling the sensations of a double fuck apart. Was that was shiver from the cock in her ass or was it from the one in her cunt. It all felt wonderful to Dolly. She couldn’t move very well in this position, so it was all up to the men to provide the movement. So they set to work. Each timing his in stroke to match the others. Each in lifted Dolly to new heights. She felt filled , completely filled with cock. Her head now lolled on her shoulders as if her neck had been broken. Her smile was half lust and beatified ecstacy. Over and over she orgasmed. Over and over, the men beat into her body. The without saying anything, Stan cried, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” stiffened and shot his load into Dolly’s cunt. Within seconds, Mace followed with another blast of cum up Dolly’s ass. Dolly did not want the feelings to stop and she kept almost jumping up and down on the men’s cocks. First Stan pulled out, no pop this time. Dolly’s cunt was stretched and extended to new dimensions that would take some time to return to normal. The men wiped their swollen and reddened cocks off and did their best to clean Dolly’s dripping orifices. They dressed and threw Dolly the doctor’s lab coat that Stan had worn. She shakily wrapped herself in the lab coat and was quietly helped out of the abandoned office and led her to her car. Making sure that she knew where she was the man ran to their hidden car and quickly fled the scene. Dolly sat still stunned and uncomprehending for 30 minutes or so before fumbling for her key. She started her car and very cautiously drove home. She met Rob in the doorway and kissed him. He noticed there was an aroma about her that he could not place. He did not associate that aroma from the four hours of rampant sex that Dolly had just endured. And after she had taken a hot bath and let the hot soapy water wash over her swollen and traumatized labia, wash into her raw vaginal walls, sooth her stretched and sore anus, it served to revive the memories and the pleasure. She gingerly fingered her open cunthole to allow the soothing water to enter her and wash out the fuck fluids still inside her. She tried to open her asshole but it was still too tender. Her tits felt wonderful under the warm water. She gently pinched her erect nipples and felt the rush of the strange men’s hands working her tits into hardened excitement. She luxuriated in the bath for over an hour. When she emerged, she toweled her body and dressed for bed. Meeting Rob in the bedroom, she lovingly kissed him on the cheek and pulled the bedclothes over her. She had the memories and they were hers. She would not share them with Rob, or anybody else. They were hers and so they would be forever. The Doctor Is In Maggie was freezing. She had been walking in the driving snow for fifteen minutes, bucking the 50 mph North wind and sliding on the icy ground. She walked up to the motel, relieved to find refuge inside it's warm lobby. She shook the snow and ice off her and stood in line behind a tall gentleman who looked to be about forty. The man turned around upon hearing the bell above the door chiming. Instantly, she recognized him. "Hey, doctor Lerner. What are you doing clear out here?" "I've been in St. Mary on a business trip and got stranded here for the night. I'm just waiting to get a room. You look like you're freezing!" he exclaimed. "You're absolutely soaked." he took off his coat and put it around her shoulders, rubbing her arms briskly to try to warm her. "I had to walk for fifteen minutes. My car slid off into the ditch." "Good grief! You don't have your kids with you, I assume." "Oh, no." she reassured him. "They're with their grandma and grandpa. I had to go out to St. Mary to get my sister settled into college. I thought I could make it as far as Jamesport, but the blizzard got the better of me." "I'm sorry folks." the man behind the desk interrupted them. "There's only one room available." Maggie's heart skipped a beat. "That's okay." the doctor replied, handing him a credit card. "Just put it on this." "Oh you don't have to do that." Maggie said, digging in her purse. "I'll pay for half of it." "No need." the doctor said. The desk clerk handed them their key and they made their way down the hall to the elevator. The lights flickered on and off. "Let's take the stairs." the doctor decided. "Here, let me carry your bags." "Oh it's okay." Maggie said. "I can get them." but before she could object any further, he took them from her. She walked up the two flights of stairs with him. He reminded her of George Clooney, with dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. He had been her doctor for five years and delivered both her children. He had been there for her when they were sick, being a small town doctor, he was both the OBGYN and the Pediatrician. He had been there for her when she had lost her husband suddenly in a work related accident. He let her sit in his office and cry it out. Even though he was fifteen years her senior, she had had a crush on him for a long time. He bordered somewhere between cocky and charming. She wondered what he was really doing in St. Mary, fifty miles from his home. She knew his wife had left him recently, taking their four children with her. Maybe they moved to the city and he was visiting them. Her train of thought was derailed as they came to their room and he opened the door. Inside there was a sofa, a king size bed, a kitchenette and a large television. The bathroom was large with a whirlpool type tub. "Wow, we must have the best room in the whole hotel." Maggie commented. "You better change into something warmer." Dr. Lerner instructed. "You're going to get hypothermia if you stay in those wet clothes." "That's a good idea. I think I'll take a hot shower." she said. 'Maybe a cold shower would be more appropriate' she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag and slipped into the bathroom. She showered quickly and towel dried her long brown hair. She rooted through her bag looking for pajamas and realized she'd grabbed the wrong bag from her car. The only thing she had was make up, underwear and a curling iron. She looked around desperately and saw a white terrycloth robe hanging on the door. She slipped into it and walked out of the steamy bathroom into the much cooler hotel room. Dr. Lerner had changed into shorts and a tee shirt and had grabbed a few Wild Turkey's from the mini bar. He sat in a white cushioned arm chair, shuffling a deck of playing cards. Maggie sat down on the sofa. "I grabbed the wrong bag." she said foolishly. "I grabbed the bag from my car that I thought had my pajamas in it but it didn't. Thank God for hotel robes." "I've got a shirt and some shorts in my bag." he offered. "The shorts would probably be really big on you but the waistband is elastic so they shouldn't fall off." "Thanks, that would be great." she agreed. He rooted through his bag and handed her a dark blue tee shirt and a pair of extra large mesh shorts. She took them gratefully and went into the bathroom to change. She was a size small in women's but was able to cinch up the shorts enough. Despite her large chest, the shirt still hung down to mid thigh. She didn't care. She was a lot more comfortable. "If you're cold I've got a sweatshirt in here." he said as she came back and sat down. "I'm okay, thanks." she said. "What are we playing?" she asked as she grabbed her seven cards up off the cocktail table and opened a bottle of Wild Turkey. "Gin. Do you know how to play?" "Oh yeah, I'm unbeatable." she bragged. They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking and playing cards. "How's it been going? Are the girls doing well?" he asked. She shrugged. "I guess. They spend a lot of time with James's mother and father since he died." "How are you doing?" he asked softly. She faked a smile. "Good." she answered, unconvincingly. "You know Erin left, right? I'm sure everyone's heard." She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that." "That's what I was doing in St. Mary. That's where she moved with the kids. I went to visit them. And she served me with divorce papers while I was there." "Oh, I'm sorry." she wasn't quite sure what to say. She felt like she should just listen. "She thought I was messing around on her. She said I flirted with everyone at my office, and she heard a rumor I was dating a young woman from there." he said. "But I know she's got a boyfriend." He began to feel depressed. "I guess I just miss the personal comfort and security of having someone there, you know? Maybe I took it for granted." "I guess we both know what it feels like to be alone." Maggie commented. He rubbed his eyes and forehead with both hands and sighed deeply. Maggie suddenly realized he was crying. She felt overwhelmed with compassion and impulsively arose from her spot on the sofa and walked toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged his head to her chest. He slid his arms around her waist and embraced her. She was so soft and warm, not like his wife who was bony and cold. There was something about Maggie, she had an endearing childlike innocence but a wisdom and emotional maturity far beyond her twenty four years. Her hand rested on the top of his head comfortingly and he relaxed in her arms. He pulled away a bit and stood up, towering over her, and caressed her cheek with his hand. He bent down and pulled her to him, kissing her lips softly. She slid her arms around behind his neck, but pulled away a little and looked at him with her captivating green eyes. "Are you sure you want this?" she asked. "Maggie I've wanted this for so long. I just couldn't do anything. Do you want this?" Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded, pulling his lips back down to hers. He stroked her neck beneath her chin and her mouth parted slightly. He thrust his tongue into her warm mouth and a soft moan escaped her lips. She wanted this more than she could say. It felt like a century since she'd had physical contact with a man and she needed it. He embraced her harder and kissed her more passionately. They stepped back into the bedroom area and she sat on the bed. She wasn't sure what to do as she waited while he turned out the lights. Should she get undressed, get under the covers, or just sit there? She slid back and sat up at the head of the bed, staying dressed. He climbed into the bed with her and neither of them spoke as he leaned down to kiss her again. He slid his hand down her chest and cupped her breast in one hand. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and it hardened in response to his touch. He could feel it through her bra and tee shirt. They laid down, side by side on the bed and he rolled over her, smoothing her long soft hair out of her face and kissing her. She pulled his shirt over his head and exposed his chest. She ran her hand through the fine hairs on his chest and back up to his face. He was a little more aggressive now as his hands found their way beneath the cotton tee shirt she wore and slid underneath her lacy bra. He stripped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out into his hands. He kissed her fervently and trailed his kisses down her neck and shoulders, sending tingles up her spine as his lips reached her breasts. She moaned again as his lips found their way from her breasts down her soft abdomen, being stopped short by the elastic waistband of her shorts. Dr. Lerner expertly removed the shorts with a small tug and she lay there, clad only in her black bikini underwear. He kissed the soft skin of her abdomen and then moved back up to pay attention to her breasts. Then the kisses resumed on her lips as he pulled off his shorts and underwear. She couldn't see him in the darkness but she could feel him and choked back fear as she realized it may hurt. He felt her tense up beneath him as he whispered to her that it would be okay, he would be gentle. His hand slid down her stomach and underneath her panties and rested in the soft skin between her legs. He moved his hand gently up and down her most sensitive areas, before finally pulling off her underwear. He slid his hands up her calves as he parted her legs and moved on top of her. A cry escaped her lips as she felt him prodding her gently. She gripped his shoulder and winced as he slid inside of her, in and out a little deeper each time until he rested comfortably inside. "Are you okay?" he whispered. She nodded, hugging him to her as he began to rock. She met him thrust for thrust as he held her close, breathing heavily, heart racing, he plunged deeper and deeper, harder and faster. She cried out and arched her back. He was massive inside her and was touching areas she didn't even know existed. The pleasure was intensifying. She bit her lip and clung to him as he finally let out a cry and fell on top of her, trembling. He looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead. "Maggie?" he asked. "Hmm?" she whispered, tearfully. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." she said. The Doctor is In My life was a mess. I am a flight attendant for "Conus Airlines", an airline that flies within the continental United States. I had a rigorous schedule and I was overly tired and very stressed. I needed time off to rest and gather my thoughts. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and needed to start a new life for myself without Jack. I decided to take a leave of absence to rest and "regroup". A friend of mine suggested seeing a psychologist that she had seen when she went through a crisis in her life. She told me that this man was not just handsome, but helped her immensely. The following day I made an appointment to see this man I will call "Dr. Rich". I arrived at Dr Rich's office in plenty of time for my appointment. I would soon realize that the décor of this man's waiting room defined his masculine character and gentle loving personality. There were four comfortable looking brown leather chairs, pictures of snow capped mountains, and various panoramic scenes depicting a cabin overlooking a large lake in winter snow. Large green leafy plants filled the corners. Soft track lighting made the room warm and inviting. No one else was in this front office at the time. I saw a sign on the wall by an office door that said "In conference, please be seated." On a table was another sign along side a clip board asking to "please fill out this form". It was the normal information type of form that asked for name, phone number address and so on. I filled it out then picked up a magazine and sat down. I no sooner started to thumb through the pages when the door opened. There in the doorway stood the kindest and most gentle looking man I had ever seen. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that just sparkled and the most sincere smile I had ever seen on a man. He was as handsome as my friend had described. He was not dressed as I had expected a psychologist to be dressed. He was clad in a sports shirt, faded blue jeans and boots, and to me he looked good. He walked out into the waiting room, extended his hand and said "you must be Barbara." I said "yes I am" and we shook. I handed him the form I filled out. He then said "come into my office and have a seat." He stepped aside for me and held the door as I entered. In this room was a large oak desk with a brown leather chair in front of this desk that matched the ones in the waiting room. To the right of his desk was a brown leather couch. There was one window behind his desk and chair that peered out onto a lake that glistened in the sun. The blinds were slightly closed with just enough sunlight to enter the room making it warm and comfortable. We both sat, me in front of his desk and he behind the desk. He said to me, "Now tell me about yourself and why you felt the need to come see me." It would ordinarily be difficult to talk to a stranger about my personal life, but for some reason this man made me feel very much at ease. I began by telling him that I was a flight attendant and had recently broken off an engagement with my fiancé and I was hurting badly. I told him of the problems we had together that included my ex's sexual habits that did not make me feel comfortable. Jack was very selfish when we made love. He never seemed to be able to satisfy me. We had very little foreplay which seemed fine to him but he never seemed to take my feelings into consideration. He always seemed to cum too soon. Immediately after sex he would roll over and go to sleep. I came to the reality that I could not spend the rest of my life with this man. Dr. Rich told me that "many men are like that and that women have the right to be satisfied also." He told me to call him ":Rich" if I wanted to. But only if I was comfortable doing that. I told him that "yes" I was. I continued to vent my feelings and frustrations to him and he came to realize that not only was this relationship not right for me but I was indeed sexually frustrated and somewhat deprived of what could be very beautiful. Before I knew it, our time was up and Rich asked me if I wanted to make another appointment. I told him that "yes I would like that very much". The same time and day next week I would once again pour my heart out to this man. He held another door that opened to a hallway from his office for me to exit. This door made certain that clients would not run into one another in the waiting room with the possibility of knowing one another. I liked this form of "patient confidentiality" and privacy. When I got home I could not get Rich out of my mind. There was something about him that intrigued me. I knew nothing about his personal life and I almost wished we had not met as doctor and patient. I could easily become very fond of this man. I even pondered whether or not to even go back, but I wanted to be with him again if only to talk. I did keep the next appointment and drove to his office on time the following week As I was driving, I replayed thoughts about him in my mind that yes, were sexual. Thoughts of him that aroused me since my first meeting with "Rich". As I walked to the waiting room door my heart began to pound with excitement knowing I would see the man that had intrigued me so one more time. I entered the outer office and sat down. A few minutes later, there he was once again standing in the doorway smiling at me. I smiled back. He said "hi Barbara, nice to see you again". He held the door for me and I entered his office. All week long this man stirred feelings of sensuality within me that I had not felt for a very long time and certainly not with Jack. But it was not just sexual. I felt a comfort with him that I had never felt before with any other man I had dated but I wanted to make him notice me. I had purposely worn a short skirt and low cut blouse showing a hint of cleavage. I had 3 inch heels that matched the purse I was carrying and I wanted to look appealing to this man hoping to stir romantic feelings within him. He asked me how my week went. I slowly crossed my legs and noticed a glance from him as I did so. I proceeded to tell him about my week. He leaned forward with his elbows on his desk stealing with what seemed like an innocent look from my cleavage to my legs. He asked me if I had seen "Jack". I told him "no I had not" and he seemed to be pleased that Jack may no longer be in the picture or in my life. Rich offered me some iced tea from a pitcher he had on his desk. I told him "yes I would like that". He poured a glass of tea and walked to me from behind his desk. As he handed it to me he dripped a bit onto my thigh seemingly by accident. He took a napkin from his desk, apologized and proceeded to gently wipe from my leg what he had spilled. Our eyes met and for a long moment, neither one of us uttered a word. He then cleared his throat and walked back behind his desk and sat. There was no doubt in my mind that we both felt a sexual attraction for one another, evident by that brief moment of silence and long glance. He asked me to continue telling him about my week. I looked at him trying to recall certain things from the past few days but I could barely think of a thing. My thoughts were of him and how I wanted to just experience a kiss from him. Soon my hour was up. He told me that his schedule for the following week was hectic and that he would call me to make another appointment if I so desired. I told him "yes I wanted to see him again". He escorted me out of the office into the hallway. Once in the hallway I leaned against the wall thinking "oh my God. What just happened here??" Did he truly feel for me what I felt for him?? What if he did not?? Did I make a fool of myself?? I did not hear from Rich for almost a full week and since my last appointment. I wanted him to call because I needed to hear his gentle and soothing voice once again. A few more days past and no call. Finally the phone rang and as I checked the caller ID I realized it was him. I grabbed the receiver and said "hello?". Rich told me that he had made an appointment for me for a two hour session the following day and asked if that "was convenient?" I happily said "yes it was". Oh my God! A two hour session?? I was ecstatic. The next day I was up early wishing I could push the time ahead quickly to 2pm and be with this man. I dressed for the express purpose of making him notice me in a sexual way. There was no doubt in my mind I wanted this man. But did he really want me? I had always felt sensual when I wore stockings, garter belt and lace panties with heels. I had such strong feelings for this man and dreamed of making love with him and having him see the package I had put together for him under my outer wear. Perhaps this was the day. Ethics did not enter my mind at all but I did wonder about his feelings towards a relationship with me, being that I was a "client". I was a bit early for my appointment and very nervous but yet excited to be seeing this wonderful man again. I also felt sexy and wanted badly for him to notice me in that manner. My heart pounded as I entered the waiting room. Five minutes then ten past and he did not come through the door to greet me. Finally the door opened and there he stood smiling at me and glancing at what I was wearing from head to toe. I stood and smiled at him as I walked past him into his office. I could feel his eyes upon me as I moved by him. He closed the door and locked it. I had not noticed him ever locking the door with other appointments I had with him but this time he did. I started to sit in the chair in front of his desk and he told me "no, sit on the couch and I will sit next to you and then we will talk." I crossed my legs as I sat making sure that he noticed.. He sat next to me and began to speak. He told me that he had "made an appointment for me with a female counselor because he could no longer keep me as his client". I was shocked. He moved closer to me. He said that this "had never happened to him before" but he had "strong feelings and sexual urges for me." He moved closer. His hand gently touched my thigh. He told me that he felt that I had feelings for him too. I had to admit that yes I did have those feelings for him and he kissed me. He kissed me long and passionately. I have never been kissed like that before. He started out gently, then kissed me harder as I melted in his arms. His tongue separated my lips to meet my mine. He laid me down on the couch. He leaned over me and kissed me again as his hands gently touched my right breast through my blouse. I wanted him badly and would soon learn and feel what I had been missing for a long time. His hands went to the second button on my blouse, and as he kissed me he opened it. His lips slid slowly to my neck and then to the top of my right breast. As he gently kissed and sucked, he unbuttoned another button, then another until the front of my blouse was completely opened. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and kissed each. With his hands he slowly slid my bra straps off my shoulders exposing both breasts to the nipples and then took one into his mouth and sucked making it very hard and swollen. I wanted him badly. I would later know that it was his full intention to show me how a true man made love to a woman, and made love slowly until she has had more than one orgasm before he afforded himself the opportunity of his own orgasm. He unhooked my bra from the front and began to massage both breasts. Part of me could not believe this was happening while the sensual side of me was enjoying every kiss, every touch and every tingle that made me quiver in want and need for him. He reached behind my waist and unzipped my skirt. He boosted my hips and slowly slid my skirt from me exposing my nylons, panties and garter belt. He began to softly nibble my hips as he slid his hand down to outside my panties massaging "her" in an effort to feel "her" wetness. I could feel an orgasm building within me as he touched me where he wanted, and every touch he did give me brought me closer to orgasm. My body movements and moans gave way in indication as to where my most sensitive spots were. Those were the places he would linger, with his lips and hands. He moved down from my hips to outside of my panties, licking and sucking. His hot breath made "her" throb. With his teeth he pulled at one side of my panties then the other until "she" was partly exposed and available to his lips. He kissed and licked just above "her" teasing until I reached an orgasm. He moaned and seemed to enjoy my satisfaction. He then removed my panties and began to eat me. I was in ecstasy with this man and whatever he wanted to do to me, I wanted it too. He stood up and removed his shirt and then laid atop me. His chest was pressed against my breasts as he ground into me with his hard cock teasing "her" as much as he could. His kisses and touches rendered me helpless but in a way that I so enjoyed. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I told him "no, please don't stop." He stood up and removed his jeans but never took his eyes off mine. He gently spread my legs with his knees and slowly touched my clit with his large hard cock dripping pre cum onto "her". I wanted him inside of me and I wanted to "feel" his want for me in that way. He slowly entered me and pulled out. He entered again but this time slowly pumping into me. It was a feeling that I had never enjoyed from any other man. He started to pump faster and faster and I could feel myself wanting and needing this man for a very long time. He looked into my eyes as I looked into his. I could feel an eruption within me and I had the most incredible orgasm I had ever had, but still he did not cum. He continued to pump me fast. By the look on his face and in his eyes he was about to explode in me with everything he had. He came hard and strong and by the sound of his moan he enjoyed it as much as I did. This man I had only known for a few weeks had just made love to me like no other man, but he was not through with me. He kissed me on the lips then took my hand and stood me up. He turned me around and kissed me on the back of my neck and pulled me to his chest while he massaged my breasts. He walked me to his desk and had me lean over it. He told me he "wanted me again." He entered me vaginally and from behind and as he was about to cum he grabbed my hair to pull my head back. This action made me cum so hard I thought I would pass out from the feeling and sheer sensuality. He groaned in satisfaction and came once again within me. He turned me around to face him and kissed me again. He told me that it was "not a habit of his to seduce his female clients but that I was special and that somehow he had to have me." He asked me if I thought badly of him for doing this with me. I told him "no because I wanted him badly too." We continued to see one another and because of the man he is I did not pursue counseling with the other doctor. I had all the counseling I needed from "Dr Rich." The Doctor is In A Kellog Serial "Hello, Doctor Andrews?" her voice quivered anxiously. "This is Amanda Stevens. Do you remember me?" Indeed, I do, thought Dr. Andrews, as he answered the late night telephone call in his office. It was Wednesday. The day that he closed his office early so that he could catch up on his paperwork, which routinely took all night. Just five years out of completing his residency after an accelerated medical school program, he had been taught well by his professors and mentors, just how dangerous it was to fall behind in his record keeping. The lure of joining an HMO, with its hundreds and perhaps thousands of support personnel, always beckoned the loudest on Wednesday nights. "Yes, I remember you, Amanda," the doctor said with a large grin, exhaling heavily and leaning way back in his swivel chair. "How could I forget my best patient?" His hand absent-mindedly found its way to his lap and he found himself gently stroking his flaccid cock with his thumb, as he reflected back on the image of Amanda Stevens's pretty face, framed perfectly by her youthful long blonde hair. She was the real thing, he sighed silently to himself, tight, thin body, perfectly round breasts, flat stomach, firm ass, and long, tapered legs. He was relieved when he finally mustered up the courage to tell her three years ago when she turned sixteen that he couldn't be her doctor anymore. She was no longer in need of a pediatrician. She needed to see a regular internist. He sighed again, a part of him regretting his decision ever since. How he missed seeing her. Amanda's sunny personality always lit up the office and made him forget the mundane aspects of catering to the whims of over-anxious parents. "How are you doing?" he asked, wondering why she had called him so late at night, and after all those years. He was glad to speak with her again, but he also sensed by her voice that something might be wrong. "I -- I'm fine, Dr. Andrews," Amanda stammered. "Good, good. Glad to hear it. To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call? Checking up on me, again?" Dr. Andrews referred to the way that Amanda used to keep asking him about his own health, and about how he needed to stop working so hard and find a nice girlfriend. At the time, he thought it was cute, and flattering, that she would take such an active interest in his own life, when none of his other patients seemed to think of him as anything other than a dispenser of free medicine samples, otherwise routinely ignoring his sound medical advice. "Well...," Amanda hesitated. "I have a favor to ask. How long are you going to be in your office?" "Oh, about another hour or so," he replied. "What's up? Anything wrong?" "Well, not exactly," she said, exaggerating her words. "It's...it's actually kind of embarrassing to talk about." "Amanda, I know you. And you know me. We've been friends for a long time, haven't we?" Dr. Andrews said, using his well-practiced bedside manner. "Has it been so long that you can't tell me what's wrong?" "Well...yeah...I mean...no...I mean....I kinda need to see a doctor, and you're the only one I could think of." "Good, " Dr. Andrews encouraged. "I'm glad that you thought I could help you. But you know, you really should go see your family doctor, Dr. Zamora, if there's anything troubling you. You know that I can't treat you anymore." "I knowww..." Amanda said dejectedly. "It's just that...well, I can't explain it right now. Can I just come by your office?" "Of course," Dr. Andrews said, delighted at the prospect of seeing Amanda again. He had long been wondering how she had turned out after leaving his office. "But if it's an emergency, you should go to the emergency room," he added, instinctively covering his own ass in case it was a real emergency. "I knowww..." she said again, like a teenager responding to an over-mindful parent. "I'm 19 years old. I'm not stooopid. Well, maybe I am. You'll see when I show you my problem." "I know, I'm sorry," Dr. Andrews corrected himself. "I just want to make sure that you're alright. Can you make it down to my office okay? Do you remember where my office is?" "I rememberrrr..." Amanda said in a sing-song voice. "How could I forget it? You used to make me cry." "I did not!" Dr. Andrews protested in jest. "You did so!" Amanda interrupted. "I used to hate getting those shots!" "Yes, but you never cried." "Not in your office, no," she said, her voice softening. "I didn't want you to see me cry, so I held it in until we got out to the car." "I remember," he said, his voice softening as well. "You were always so brave." His voice was reflecting true emotion. "It wasn't bravery," Amanda corrected. "Anyway, I'll be over in about twenty minutes, okay?" "Okay. Twenty minutes. I'll see you then. Are you okay to drive?" "I'm fine," she said in an exaggerated tone. "I just need your help with something, okay?" "Okay, okay," he relented. "I'll see you in twenty minutes." Dr. Andrews hung up the phone and was startled by the realization that he had been stroking himself through the front of his slacks. This is no way to think about a former patient! he scolded himself. Twenty-five minutes passed, and Dr. Andrews found himself anxiously watching the clock. He wondered where Amanda was, and about why she needed to see him. But mostly he was thinking about how good it would be to see her again, and how grown up she sounded on the telephone. His wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front office door opening and closing. "Dr. Andrews?" she called out. "I'm in here!" he called back, a little too eagerly, as he jumped out of his chair, crossing his office floor to meet Amanda in the exterior waiting room. But he barely made it halfway across the room, when Amanda suddenly appeared in his office doorway. "Hi, Dr. Andrews," Amanda said, holding out her hand. "Good to see you again." Dr. Andrews was flustered. He couldn't believe how good his former patient looked, all grown up. Her youthful body had matured into a sexy blonde hardbody. His brain skipped a beat as his eyes took in her shapely form and long legs, packaged neatly inside a short, form-hugging blue dress. "Good to see you, good to see you," he recovered. "You're looking healthy!" He held out his hand and shook Amanda's. Her skin was still baby soft, and her long slender fingers with well-manicured fingernails painted a near-transparent pink was a turn-on. "What can I do for you?" he asked, motioning her towards the larger of his two examination rooms. "You said it was something important?" He followed her into the examination room, admiring her beauty from behind. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing," Amanda said, abruptly turning around at the side of the paper covered examination table. She was flattered to notice that Dr. Andrews had been checking her out. She had always had a crush on him, ever since she turned sixteen. "You can tell me," Dr. Andrews said, adopting a fatherly tone. "What's the matter?" "Well, you see," Amanda started, speaking quickly, "I was at home all alone tonight -- my parents went out to dinner at my brother's girlfriend's house -- and I was kinda snooping around my brother's bedroom. Y'see, my room is right next to his and sometimes I can hear him and his girlfriend making out at night....and the other night they were whispering and giggling about some kind of beads that really made Cindy -- that's my brother's girlfriend -- moan a lot....and I was kind of curious...so I opened his sock drawer and found these pink...balls on a kind of string...and nobody was home...and I kind of tried them....but I did it wrong....and now they're kind of stuck." Dr. Andrews already knew where the story was going before she had gotten halfway through it. He had been trained to keep a professional demeanor, and no matter how ridiculous the story, not to laugh at a patient....or a former patient. "I see," Dr. Andrews said matter-of-factly, knowing that Amanda was staring at him, measuring his reaction. "And you came to see me...." "...to help me get them out," she said sheepishly. "I'm so embarrassed." "No, no, nothing to be embarrassed about." He took a beat, contemplating what he should do next; whether he should follow his brain, or his dick. His brain won out. "You know, this is something you should see Dr. Zamora or an Ob/Gyn about." "I know, I know," Amanda repeated. "But I didn't want it to go into my chart, y'know?" "It's kind of embarrassing, and I didn't know who else to turn to." "I understand," Dr. Andrews said, chuckling lightly, and breaking the somber mood. "I can see why you might not want this in your permanent record." Then he thought again. "Are you sure you want to see me for this...uh... problem?" "You won't tell anyone, will you?" Amanda asked, with a hint of desperation in her voice. "Not if you ask me not to. You're an adult. I don't have to tell your parents anymore." "Good," Amanda said. "Don't tell anyone. I won't tell anyone either. Can you help me?" "Sure. Now, did you...uh...put them in your...uh...front or back?" Amanda feigned shock. "In my back?!" "People put them up there?!" Dr. Andrews laughed. "You'd be surprised what they teach you in medical school." Then he added, "Okay, how do you want to do this?" Amanda laughed. "I guess we gotta take 'em out the same way I got them in!" Then she added thoughtfully, "By the way, how are you doing? Settle down yet?" Dr. Andrews laughed. "No, no, not yet. But I'm doing fine. Thank you for asking." He looked at Amanda and was surprised to see her looking into his eyes flirtatiously. She smiled. She had just made a connection, and he knew that she knew that he knew it. "You work too hard," she said. "You should learn to relax and have fun." Then, before he could process the thought, Amanda suddenly turned around, so that her back was towards him. She pulled her long blonde hair over to one side, exposing her enticing neck and shoulder. "Can you help me with the zipper?" she asked, suppressing a naughty smile. "It always sticks." Dr. Andrews stepped forward and gingerly brought his trembling fingers to the top of her dress. He leaned in close, close enough to smell her light, floral perfume. As he pulled down on the zipper, he felt Amanda lean back into him, ever so slightly. He stopped pulling on the zipper about a quarter of the way down her back. Not wanting to reveal too much. "Can you pull it down a little more?" she asked, giggling softly. "I can't move very well with...well,...I can't move very well." Dr. Andrews chuckled. "Sure, no problem." This time, he pulled the zipper down the rest of the way, his eyes drinking in the sight of her tanned, sun-browned skin, as the sides of the dress pulled away from each other. He was surprised to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was so beautiful. "Thanks, Dr. Andrews," Amanda purred, turning around to face him. "I'm glad you haven't gotten married yet." She turned to the side, standing in profile, and leaned up against the examining table, as she removed her dress, forcing it down her body and over her hips. She pretended not to notice his reaction as she put on a small show, lowering her short blue dress down her long legs, and bending over with one leg straight, as she pulled the other leg through the top of the dress. Bent over in this position, Amanda knew that her firm breasts, flat stomach, and long legs were best on display. She was also aware of how turned on she was, and wondered if Dr. Andrews had noticed how hard her nipples had become. If he hadn't yet, she thought, he would now. Amanda stood upright and faced Dr. Andrews. Her young, firm breasts, topped by two erect buds, stood out at attention, defying gravity. She knew she looked incredible, standing there in only her high cut, French, lacey blue panties. Reaching out and putting one hand on his shoulder, Amanda leaned to the side and took off her right sandal, switching hands and repeating the maneuver. She knew that if he had any doubt before, after getting a look at her near perfect tits close up, he would surely get the message now. He was being seduced. Amanda looked him in the eyes, holding his attention as she impishly bit her lower lip, before turning around and walking over to the examination table. She stepped up on the stool, and turned around sitting on the edge of the padded table, as the sterile paper crinkled noisily beneath her firm ass. Dr. Andrews stepped forward, and stood in front of her. For the first time in his career, he was unsure of what to do next. Instead, he just stood there, waiting for something to happen next. Amanda giggled. "Oh, sorry," she said, as though suddenly realizing that she still had her panties on. "Do you mind?" she asked, leaning backwards on her arms and raising her asscheeks off of the table, offering her panties to him. "No," Dr. Andrews chuckled. "I don't think that's such a good idea." As excited as he was, he knew by training that it was improper for him to take down his patient's underwear. "Oh, sorry," she giggled. Amanda moved forward, sliding off of the table to her feet, making sure to rub up against Dr. Andrews's body as she did so. She was encouraged by the size of the hard lump in his pants. Dr. Andrews instinctively backed away, and stared as Amanda hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pulling them down over her hips as she faced him. Dr. Andrews stared as her thin, wispy pubic hair came into view, neatly trimmed into a light patch above her clean-shaven pussy. Then, instead of taking her panties all the way down, Amanda turned around and bent forward, locking her knees and spreading her long legs shoulder length apart, so that the thin fabric of her delicate panties was stretched between her thighs. Dr. Andrews could clearly see her swollen inner cunt lips which had puffed out and were dangling down from between her soft, creamy thighs. Amanda paused to let him appreciate the view, and then went about the task of untangling her long legs from the delicate fabric. Dr. Andrews felt his cock start to twitch in his slacks. He flexed his long muscle out of instinct, causing it to swell with blood. Now completely naked, Amanda turned to face the doctor, and with a great big smile on her face, she eased herself slowly back onto the examination table. She moved so sinewy that her bare body barely made a noise on the crinkly white paper. Her bright blue eyes locked onto his, as she held out her hands, inviting him closer. Dr. Andrews dumbfoundly shuffled forward, then caught himself. He cleared his throat professionally, and then stepped to the sink in the corner of the examination room. Stooping over and reaching below the sink, he emerged with a thin pair of latex gloves. He caught her looking at him admiringly. "You have a nice ass, y'know that doctor?" she joked. Dr. Andrews wasn't sure how to react. "Uhhh...thank you," he said finally. "But that's really not your concern," he admonished her like a father. "Oh...pishaww," she drawled. "There's nothing wrong with admiring a beautiful body." Dr. Andrews's dark brown eyes hungrily swept over Amanda's sexy form. She had indeed grown into a beautiful young woman. "In fact..." she purred, "you're admiring my body right now, aren't you?" Amanda brought her hand up to her chest and swiped the side of her hand between her two firm mounds. "I don't mind," she whispered softly. "Do you like the way I've grown up?" Amanda danced the delicate fingertips of her hands over her breasts, pulling gently on her hard, erect nipples. It felt good. Her young body was already hyper sensitive with anticipation. Her eyes closed as she drew in a sharp, but soft, breath, between the thin lips of her parted lips. Dr. Andrews had never seen anything so sexy before. Amanda slowly opened her eyes, then, overtly allowed her eyes to draw down his body, tracing the same path down her own body with her own hands, eventually caressing her creamy inner thighs as she stared at the heavy mound in the front of his slacks. Her eyes moved to his gloved hands. "Oh," she said suddenly, as though catching herself from making a grave mistake, "Don't use the gloves, I think I may be sensitive to them." "Oh?" Dr. Andrews asked, taking on a clinical tone. "How long have you noticed that?" He absent mindedly looked around the room for Amanda's chart, intending to make a notation about the possible allergic reaction, then remembered that this office visit was going to be off the record. "Oh, maybe a couple of years ago. I first noticed it after my ex-boyfriend and I started having sex. I would always get kind of tender down there afterwards. But I'm not sure if it's because of the latex, or because we were always kinda wild. We used to go for hours." "Hours?!" Dr. Andrews nearly choked, while taking off his gloves. He went to go wash his hands clean of the powdery residue from the inside of the gloves. "Well, sometimes he would cum kind of quickly, especially if I was too . . . enthusiastic, and I would end up having to . . . finish . . . all by myself, which could take me a long time, depending on who I was thinking about." Amanda's eyes grew wide, as though trying to express a secret without actually telling anyone. "And then he would get excited again, and we would go at it again and again and again." "I see," Dr. Andrews said, with mock seriousness. He had finished washing and drying his hands, and had walked over to where she was sitting on the edge of the examination table. "That would explain the tenderness," he chuckled unintentionally. "You're telling me," she joked. "And he couldn't even make me cum." "Really?" he asked too enthusiastically, admonishing himself for taking such a lurid interest as he walked back to the side of the examination table. "Yeah, none of my boyfriends could," she said dejectedly. "Is there a problem? Is it uncomfortable for you? Are you too dry? Do you want me to prescribe a lubricant? Is it pleasurable?" he asked, again relapsing into his clinical training. "Oh, no, it's fine," she said, smiling at his show of concern, reaching out to put her hand on his forearm, patting it reassuringly. "Everything's fine down there. I think it's more mental, then physical. I can get off, but only when I think about someone from my past who didn't want me." "A girl?" he asked, matter-of-factly, believing that she was describing unrequited lesbian love. After all, no red-blooded male could ever refuse a girl like this. "Me? A lesbian? No way!" she laughed, squeezing his arm. "I mean, I've thought about it, but I like guys. Especially that one guy from my past," she said, looking him in the eyes again. "See, I can get wet when I'm turned on," she said, her eyes flashing as she leaned back, supporting her body on her left arm which reached out behind her, as she spread her cunt lips with the fingers of her other hand, showing him her sticky insides, "but I have to be thinking about him," she said, looking Dr. Andrews right in the eyes. "I can't even orgasm without thinking about him," she said, running the tip of her middle finger against the sticky opening of her pink pussy. "As you can tell, I've been thinking about him a lot lately." "Oh, okay, uh, ahem," he said, clearing his throat in order to compose himself, "I think everything seems to be normal, then. "Now," he said, trying his best to sound professional, "what seems to be the trouble?" "Well," Amanda said dramatically as she changed switched between stories. "Like I was saying earlier, I was kind of playing around when nobody else was home . . . and now it's stuck. Here, let me show you." Amanda let her legs fall further apart and lifted her knees, so that her feet rested on the edge of the examination table. Still staring at Dr. Andrews, she brought her right hand up to her mouth and sucked on her middle finger, before lowering it back between her thighs. The Doctor is In Dr. Andrews stared as Amanda's finger circled her clit, then slipped inside her sticky box. Her eyes closed as her finger sank deeper and deeper inside her pussy, until it was wedged in all the way. She exhaled delicately as she momentarily withdrew her finger and then stabbed it back in, moving it around inside her juicy wet cunt. "You see, doctor," she said, opening her eyes slowly and withdrawing her finger from her twat. "I can still feel them inside me, and every time I touch them, well, it's kind of embarrassing, but every time I touch them, I have an orgasm, and my pussy tightens and pulls them back in, and I can't get them out." Amanda was motioning demonstratively with her right hand, and Dr. Andrews found himself staring at her shiny middle finger, still wet with dew. "Oh, sorry," she said, making a show of cleaning off her finger with her mouth. "Oh, sorry," she said again, hunching her shoulders embarrassedly. "Do you think you can help me?" she asked hopefully. "What would you like me to do?" he asked. "Get 'em out!" she joked loudly. "Here, let's see how big you are," she said, leaning forward and taking hold of his right hand with both of her hands. Holding his hand upright, Amanda put her palm flat up against his. She was encouraged at how his hands dwarfed her own. "Ohhh yeahhh!" she growled in a low voice. "These'll do nicely," she beamed. Drawing his hand towards her mouth, Amanda held his palm a half-inch away from her thin lips and then, staring him in the eyes, snaked out her tongue and began gently licking and sucking the doctor's fingertip. Dr. Andrews was dumbfounded. He just stared at her licking his finger sexually, before leaning forward and closing her lips around it. Dr. Andrews felt her tongue swirling around his finger as she bathed it in her warm saliva. "That should help," she said softly, moving off of his finger and leaning backwards onto both of her outstretched arms. When Dr. Andrews failed to react, she rolled her bright blue eyes and leaned forward, spreading her pink pussy lips with her right hand and taking his right wrist in her left, lowering it to her pussy. She exhaled slowly as his thick, rough finger slipped inside her. It felt wonderful for them both. She had been eagerly waiting this moment for the past three years. "Oh gawd," she gushed, "your finger feels so good inside me." As his finger sank deeper and deeper, Amanda's soft pink walls seemed to close in around the invader, exciting her sensitive nerves as he brushed up against them. Dr. Andrews withdrew his finger and then slipped it back in again. He watched as Amanda's eyes closed, and her body began to relax, giving in to the pleasure emanating from her wet pussy. Finally, his fingertip struck something round and hard, unintentionally shoving it deeper inside her hole. Amanda gasped suddenly as the reverberations from the impact shot through her body. Her mouth fell open and she took a sharp breath, laughing uncertainly. Her eyes were wide and wild with excitement. "Gentle, doc," Amanda admonished. "Nice...and...easy, okay?" "Oh, sorry," he apologized, quickly withdrawing his finger. "Here," she whispered, bringing his hand up to her mouth and sucking on his finger to clean off her juices, "let me show you again." Amanda leaned back and touched her middle finger to her clit, rubbing in small little circles. She flashed him a crooked smile and then leaned all the way back, reclining on top of the examination table. Amanda used two fingers of her left hand and spread her pussy lips wide as she stroked her clit with her finger. "Oh gawd," she moaned softly under her breath. Her lower lip and stomach were quivering as a thin stream of fluid dripped from her cunt. Amanda smiled as she felt Dr. Andrews's hands on her upper thighs, moving upwards towards her aching pussy. She felt his thumbs replace her fingers, holding her slippery delicate labia apart. "Yessss..." she urged, throwing her arms above her head and arching her back in anticipation. "Clean me up," she whispered, resting one hand on the top of his head, pulling him forward. Dr. Andrews lowered his head and sampled her sweet pussy with his tender kisses. "Mmmm...." she purred. "That feels nice." Amanda giggled as Dr. Andrews's tongue tickled her sensitive cuntlips and clit. Dr. Andrews paused, filled with self-doubt, and looked up at Amanda, raising his head from between her thighs. Amanda opened her eyes and looked down back at him. She smiled and then lay her head back down. "Don't stop" she whispered, "Please, don't stop." Amanda touched her hand to the back of his head, pulling him back into her. Amanda breathed in deeply and held his head in place as she rocked her hips against his mouth. "Your pussy tastes so sweet," he said between tongue laps. Amanda melted. She wanted to please him. She had wanted to make love to him for so long, and now it was finally going to happen. She moaned and writhed as Dr. Andrews slipped two fingers into her pussy as he kissed and nibbled on her clit. "Ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd," she repeated Her breathing shallowed and quickened, and Dr. Andrews knew she was close. With his two fingers still buried inside her pussy, he extended his ring finger out and pressed it up against the opening of her tight brown hole. "Ohmygawd...yes," she purred, "yesss." Enthralled, Dr. Andrews pushed his ring finger inside her ass as his other two fingers dug deeply into her pussy, manipulating the string of oversized pearls that she had slipped inside herself earlier. Amanda's flat stomach contracted sharply. "Ah...ah...ah...!" she began whimpering as her first orgasm built up inside her. Her legs clamped tightly around Dr. Andrews's face. She looked down at him and was surprised to see him staring up at her. He wanted to watch her as she came for him, and the thought of finally cumming for him made her even more orgasmic. "Oh gawd...I'm cumming!" she whimpered. "I'm cumming!" A fresh stream of her delicate fluid flooded into his mouth. Dr. Andrews drank deeply, swallowing her essence and making her forever a part of him. Amanda's body twitched and jerked as Dr. Andrews's tongue brushed up against her hypersensitive clit. She reached down below her thighs and raised his head. He was beaming up her, his mouth and chin dripping wet with her juices. "Come here," she whispered, pulling his face to hers, kissing him deeply and tasting her own nectar on his lips and in his mouth. Her tongue darted out and danced with his. "Mmm..." she purred, holding his face in between her hands. "I always knew you'd be a good lover." They stared into each other's eyes, relishing the moment. "We're not done yet," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her again as his fingers dug back inside her pussy. Amanda's eyes grew as round as saucers. She felt him fingering the large silver balls embedded deep inside her pussy. It was a little too soon after her recent orgasm, but it didn't matter. She would give him anything that he wanted. Her pussy jerked and spasmed, and she lay back down, spreading her legs wide for him. He smiled up at her and pressed his fingers in deeper. Amanda was breathing erratically as Dr. Andrews located the small ring attached to the end of the string of pearls. He began pulling the string taut, applying pressure to the sides of her walls as the balls slowly moved into line for their downward journey down her soft pink channel. "Ohmygawd," she groaned, her hands gripping the edge of the examination table. Dr. Andrews leaned back in and nibbled on her clit as he pulled the train of balls downward. Her muscles contracted and her back arched. The sensations were overwhelming. She felt as though her insides were being pulled inside out. As the first ball began to crown, Dr. Andrews used his tongue to press her clit back up against it. She wailed with pleasure and struggled to keep her ass planted on the table. "Oh gawd, I'm cumming again! I'm cumming!" she wailed. The powerful contractions of her orgasm began pushing the silver balls down her channel. As the first ball in line was forced out of its nest, it fell the distance of the string and jerked and bounced at the end of the limit. Amanda's body jerked in response. "Get them out of me!" she screamed. "It's too much! I can't take it!" she pleaded. "Please, get them out!" Dr. Andrews sucked on the free ball, prolonging her pleasure. But Amanda was growing impatient. She reached down between her legs, searching for the exposed string. Giving it a pull, Amanda forced the next ball in line to crown, before she had to stop. She threw her body back down on the exam table. She was covered with perspiration. She didn't know how much more she could take. She felt Dr. Andrews's tongue working on her trapped clitoris again. She inhaled sharply. "Oh gawd, no, no, no..." she pleaded. She didn't know if her body could handle another orgasm so soon. But she didn't have much choice. "Aaaahhh!" she groaned, as her body tore off another orgasm. As she came, Dr. Andrews pulled the remaining balls out from inside her. She was thrashing wildly on the table as she had orgasm after orgasm. She had never cum so hard or so long before. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, when it was finally over. Dr. Andrews leaned over her limp body and kissed her on the cheek and neck as her orgasm slowly subsided. She could barely move. "Oh shiit!," she groaned breathlessly, laughing as best she could on utterly deflated lungs. Amanda turned her head and invited him to kiss her. They kissed long and hard, and then more playfully, as Amanda slowly regained her strength. Dr. Andrews slowly moved down her chin, kissing her neck, and then her breasts and flat stomach. Amanda lay there motionless in anticipation. But as he began lovingly cleaning up her pussy with his mouth and tongue, Amanda shot forward, and pulled him up to her face. She didn't know if she handle any more. "I'm so wet," she giggled embarrassingly, her own fingers measuring her moisture level as she pecked Dr. Andrews on the lips. "And you're so hard," she purred, running her other hand over his crotch. Doctor Andrews hesitated. He knew he shouldn't go any further. Going down on a patient...well, former patient, was bad enough. But he really shouldn't go all the way with her. Amanda sensed his reservation, and knew she had to reassure him. Even though he was a doctor, as confident as he was around the office, he was putty in the hands of a beautiful girl who knew how to use her assets to her advantage. Amanda caught him by the belt, and pulled him towards her, as she sat up in front of him, legs spread wide on the examination table. Deftly undoing his belt and trousers, Amanda told him matter-of-factly, "Y'know, Doctor Andrews, I have a little confession. I think I have something else inside me." Dr. Andrews's attention was immediately drawn to what she was going to tell him, and was oblivious to the fact that she was taking his pants off. "Oh, what is it?" he asked. "I think I have . . . oh. . . maybe two or three orgasms left inside me," she said, pulling down his boxer shorts and exposing his 7 inch cock to the warm office air. "And I think you've got the right tool to help me get them out." Amanda slid down off of the examination table and kneeled down in front of him, and immediately began attacking his cock. Dr. Andrews groaned involuntarily as her soft, wet lips wrapped around his cockhead and began moving up and down his shaft. It felt so good. "You like that?" Amanda asked rhetorically, looking up at him as she flicked her expert tongue over his cock head. "Take your shirt off," she instructed, "I want to feel your body on mine." Without thinking, Dr. Andrews did as he was told. Meanwhile, Amanda kept working on his thick cock. Even though she didn't really care for the taste, she loved the power that came with giving a guy a good blow job. Do it well, and he's yours forever . . . . she told herself. And she was right. She stood up and stared him in the eyes. "Gawd, your cock feels good in my mouth," she said saucily. She started to squat again, but as expected, Dr. Andrews stopped her, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, even though it had just been wrapped around his cock. She could sense his hunger and desire. Amanda felt his hands running down her smooth, firm ass. He gripped the undersides of her ass cheeks as he lifted her up strongly into the air and deposited her back down on the examination table. He's mine, she thought as she giggled with anticipation. Amanda's right hand slipped between her thighs and began stroking the cleft of her pussy as Dr. Andrews struggled to extricate himself from his pant legs. He had been in too much of a hurry to take off his loafers, and now had to pause to do the job right. Amanda giggled as she slipped her middle finger in between her swollen pussy lips. She was still wet, but her pussy juice was beginning to get tacky. Digging her finger deeper, Amanda tapped a new well and a fresh trickle of fluid came washing down her channel. She smiled, and leaned back on one arm, raising her left leg onto the edge of the table. She was amazed at how well her fine young body was working. A part of her was already half-regretting its eventual loss of functioning as she got older. She vowed to make the most of it while she could. When he was finally free of his trappings, Amanda leaned forward again, seated at the edge of the examination table. She spread her legs wide as Dr. Andrews stepped between them. He was still a little hesitant...or was he being a gentleman and giving her another chance to reconsider? They stared into each others' eyes and Amanda withdrew her finger from her pussy and offered it to him. As he sucked on her finger, Amanda reached down with her left hand and grabbed his cock, helping to guide it to her fleshy opening. As Dr. Andrews's thick cock head brushed up against her hole, Amanda withdrew her finger from the doctor's mouth and leaned back on both arms. Dr. Andrews stared down at the young girl stretched out in front of him, taking in her tight skin, firm breasts, hard nipples, narrow waist, and flat stomach. Damn! She's perfect! his mind reeled. Amanda read his mind and sensed his compliment. It wasn't the first time. Her perfect figure and long legs always drew the attention of boys, curious girls and predatory men, wherever she went. Her good looks and attractive body had turned more heads than a Stanley screwdriver, and she loved every bit of it. "Come on, give it to me," she rasped softly, urging him on. After the initial penetration, he slid in easily, as her tight pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. She loved this part. All of her senses were so alive. She could feel every inch of his shaft as his cock pushed inside her, deeper and deeper. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned, raising her hips off of the table in an effort to help accommodate his member. Doc Andrews grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him, stepping up against the side of the table. Amanda laughed as her naked back fell flat against the table top. She could feel him inside her, pressed deeply between her cunt lips. They looked at each other as Doc Andrews began to withdraw his cock to prepare for his next assault. Amanda felt as though her insides were being torn out, while at the same time the nerves lining the sides of her pussy walls were exploding with pleasure. Amanda gasped and closed her eyes, mentally withdrawing inside her own body as Dr. Andrews reached the end of his outward motion, and began pushing forward again, this time with more authority. Amanda's open mouth broke briefly into a smile at the corners, before gaping open again, as Dr. Andrews repeated his thrusts into her tight, young pussy. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Even though he was considered handsome by the mothers who brought their young daughters to see him, his social life was limited, and it had been a long time since he had made love to a beautiful young girl in her prime. Dr. Andrews was amazed at how tight Amanda's pussy was. It seemed to wrap itself around his cock like a soft, welcoming sweater. Thankfully, she was dripping wet, which reduced the friction, and some of the sensation. Without it, he probably would have come already; it felt that good. "Oh, gawd, fuck me," Amanda moaned, her hands momentarily letting go of the edge of the examination table and gripping her firm breasts. But as Dr. Andrews increased his efforts, Amanda was forced to hold on to the edge of the table again. Amanda responded by moaning loud and long. Dr. Andrews was glad that his nurse and receptionist had gone home a long time ago. What the fuck would they think if they saw me doing this?! he thought briefly, before returning his attention to the sweet young thing writhing in pleasure at the other end of his dick. Dr. Andrews paused to catch his breath. Amanda opened her eyes and looked up at him, making sure that nothing was wrong. She raised herself up and engaged him in a hot, quick, kiss, before twisting her body to the side and swinging her leg around, so that she was kneeling on all fours in front of him on the examination table. Dr. Andrews leaned forward and ran his flat tongue over her cunt lips. His taste buds ran roughly over her clit, and Amanda bucked lightly at the contact. They shared a laugh as Dr. Andrews pulled back, then moved in again, this time using the tip of his tongue to stimulate her clit. Amanda squealed and pulled away. Her clit always became extra sensitive when she was close to orgasm. "Suck it," she suggested, reaching down between her legs and spreading her cunt lips apart, exposing her small pink button. "Suck my clit." Dr. Andrews did as he was told, and got an immediate reaction. No sooner had he slipped her pink nub in between his lips and began sucking on it, than she began to go wild. Her body tensed and shook and her hands gripped at the crisp, white paper that covered the examination table. Dr. Andrews rolled her clit in his mouth and pressed his tongue up against it, and then began to suck hard on her tip. Amanda screamed out loudly and her whole body began to shake. "I'm cumming!" she announced, tearing the paper and holding it tightly in her fists. Doc Andrews felt her moisture on his nose and cheeks as she bucked and shivered. "Oh, shit!" she cried, moving forward and falling flat on her stomach as she waited to regain control of her body. Dr. Andrews looked lovingly over her slender body and ran his hands slowly over her soft thighs and ass. Amanda purred. She knew what he was thinking. "You ready to put your thick cock back inside me?" she asked rhetorically. She knew he was staring at her swollen and sticky pussy from behind. Amanda looked over her shoulder at the man who used to be her doctor, but who was now her lover, and moved backwards, pushing him out of the way, as her legs reached back and her feet found the floor. Dr. Andrews stepped forward. As soon as he did, he felt Amanda's hand reaching beneath her body to guide him into her pussy. As he pushed back inside, he filled her completely with his first thrust. She exhaled softly and leaned forward, bending over the table. Doc Andrews placed his hands on her narrow hips and began pounding into her from behind. If she was tight before, her pussy could probably press coal into diamonds in this position. "Oh, fuck!" he groaned, pausing and withdrawing momentarily, until the urge to cum had passed. A few seconds later, he reinserted his cock into her tight pussy and picked up where he had left off. Amanda was glad that he was an experienced lover. Most guys would usually keep going until they came, ending the fun prematurely. And she definitely wanted this to continue. She had waited a long time to make love to her doctor. But it was worth it. The Doctor is In Amanda raised herself up by pushing out against the table. She was pleased when Dr. Andrews's strong arms enveloped her body and his firm hands cupped her soft breasts. She loved being in his arms. Almost as much as she loved his cock in her pussy. Amanda turned her head to kiss him, but he misinterpreted her body language and stepped back, allowing his cock to slip from her tight pussy. Disappointed, Amanda turned to face him and kissed him hard on the mouth, before bending her head to flick her tongue over his nipples and hard chest. She was pleased with his body. Amanda dropped to her knees and began sucking on his cock, cleansing it of her own cunt juice mixed with his salty pre-cum. She ran her lips down the side of his shaft and sucked on his balls, before running her flat tongue up the length of his cock. She was just teasing him now, allowing him to catch his breath, regain his strength, before putting him back to work. She wanted him inside her mouth, but she wasn't ready for him to cum just yet. After a few more minutes of gently lathing his cock with her soft tongue, Amana cocked her head to one side, and looked up the doctor. "Are you ready to get back to work?" she asked cutely. Without waiting for an answer, Amanda stood up and positioned herself in front of Doctor Andrews, pushing him backwards against the examination table. Doctor Andrews got the message and scooted backwards on his ass as Amanda crawled forward over his body. Positioning her knees on either side of his hips, Amanda took hold of Dr. Andrews's cock, and held it straight up, as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Doctor Andrews groaned as he felt his cock slowly penetrating her tight young pussy, and gently easing further and further up her velvet channel. Once fully inside her, Amanda turned towards Dr. Andrews and put her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself steady as she slowly moved herself up and down the length of his hard cock. Dr. Andrews leaned forward and craned his neck down, so that he could suck on her tiny nipples. He suckled on her erect buds as if they were a fine French candy, rolling them between his lips. Amanda sighed, but in this position, she couldn't gather enough steam, so she leaned forward roughly, pushing Dr. Andrews's back flat against the table. She leaned over him, staring down triumphantly, having just pinned him to the examination table. She giggled lightly as she found her rhythm, pressing her arms down against his chest. Her eyes closed and her pussy grew wetter as she picked up speed. "Oh gawd," she moaned. Their sweaty naked flesh slapped wetly against each other, and the sticky sounds of their lovemaking echoed against the walls of the small examination room. Dr. Andrews put his hands on her tiny waist and pushed down on her firm ass, forcing his cock even deeper inside her pussy with each forward thrust. Amanda's delicate face winced tightly. "Oh, gawd, oh yes, oh gawd," she moaned. "Fuck me, Dennis, Fuck me." That was the first time Amanda had ever called him by his first name. It somehow made their lovemaking a lot more intimate. Dr. Andrews began fucking her even harder. Amanda couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked so furiously. Her pussy let loose another stream of Bartholin fluid as a protective measure. Aware of how incredibly wet she was, and thinking that Dr. Andrews was going to cum soon after fucking her so furiously, Amanda pushed her own body towards orgasm. She pressed her pussy mound hard against his groin, and rubbed her exposed clit against the base of his hard cock, burying his fleshy tip deeply inside her. "Oh gawd," she quivered, "give it to me." Dr. Andrews could tell that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her hips ground against him as her tight pussy squeezed his thick cock even tighter. "Give it to me," she repeated, "I'm going to cum again....I'm going to...." Amanda's voice trailed off and her body trembled. Dr. Andrews pulled her ass tightly against his body. He wanted to feel her orgasm through his meat thermometer wedged deep inside her pussy. "Oh gawd...." she whimpered softly. Her mouth gaped wide open and she struggled for breath as an intense orgasm washed over her, taking control of her entire body. Sweat began to pour down her brow and down her muscular back. She was almost as wet outside as she was inside. "Oh, fuck!" she panted, leaning forward again, her salty sweat running down between her breasts and occasionally dropping a bead from her forehead onto his chest. "I can't believe you're not ready to cum yet....I'm fucking exhausted already...!" Amanda slowly moved her hips up and down, relishing the slippery feeling of her wet pussy filled with his thick hard cock. "What's the matter," she asked, "don't I turn you on?" She raised up straight and played with her firm breasts. "Most boys I know would kill to look at these breasts....to touch them...cup them...suck on them," she purred, leaning forward and nuzzling his face to her bosom. "...but I haven't let them," she continued. "I like to tease...show off...but I don't get naked for just anybody. Mmmm...that's nice," she purred, as he suckled on her nipple. "I've only made love to two other people," she said, intimately confessing her sexual history. "I thought I loved the first guy, but he was older, and was just trying to get inside my pants. Afterwards, he never called me again." "The next guy was my long time boyfriend. We went out for a long time before I let him have me. I wanted to make sure that time." "But there's only been one person who I always wanted to make love to. One person who I lie awake at night thinking about. One person that I think about when I'm making love to myself or to someone else...." Amanda raised up again and put her hands on Dr. Andrews's groin, as she ground her pussy against the base of his cock. She was staring down at him through half-closed eyes as she conjured up another orgasm. The other orgasms were for her. This one was for him. She wanted him to watch her as she came for him. He felt her cunt muscles clench and unclench as he watched Amanda bring herself to orgasm on his cock while confessing her love for him. "Oh gawd....I'm cumming...." she whispered. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she stared down at him, not wanting to break their eye contact. "I'm cumming....can you feel it?" she whispered. "Oh gawd...Here comes another one..." Amanda laid another orgasm right on top of the other. She was finally fulfilling her lifetime desire. It was as if she had finally found her purpose in life, to make love to this man and make him feel good. To give him pleasure. She wanted him to watch her orgasm around his hard cock, to feel the muscles of her body clench for him. As she built to her next orgasm, their hips continued to grind relentlessly against each other. She could feel the tip of his cock digging into her, brushing up against her soft insides, tickling and exciting her sensitive nerve endings. Amanda was glad when she felt her lover, finally real, and not imagined, approaching his own orgasm. His thick cock swelled even larger and became even harder as he tried to stave off his explosion. It was the culmination of her long journey. She was finally going to be complete, finally satisfied, finally whole. Amanda continued to ride him, pressing her tawdry clit up against the base of his yearning cock as her cunt lips folded inside her own pussy as she rode him harder and harder. She wanted to cum for him one more time. She wanted them to cum together. She felt his strong arms and hands encircling her lower back, and press her damp body down on top of him. Her body was dripping with sweat. She looked down at him through half-closed eyes. Soft whimpering sounds escaped from her gaping mouth. "Oh gawd, yes, come inside me," she whispered, falling forward to maximize their skin-on-skin contact. She gripped his body tightly, so that he would have no thoughts of trying to pull out of her. Amanda ground her pussy down onto him, shoving him further up inside her soft pink pussy. His muscles clenched and then moments later, she felt his cum exploding out of his cockhead, splattering her delicate pink walls with his musky white cum. She loved the sensation of his cock throbbing out against the sides of her pussy. As his hot spunk filled her tight little hole, Amanda came with him. Her cunt muscles gripped and milked his throbbing cock as her cunt juices mixed with his. Her body shuddered before falling limp against him. "You're so beautiful," he whispered lovingly in her ear. "I've thought about you for so long." Amanda's heart swelled and her body purred with satisfaction. Dr. Andrews kissed Amanda lovingly, both of them knowing that this would probably be the one and only time that they would make love to each other. They kissed sensuously, as only destined lovers can, sharing their spirit and saliva, becoming one being and losing themselves in each other, completely surrendering to their union. It would never be like that again, either between them, or with any other sexual partners. In this moment, they were perfect, and perfect together. End. The Doctor is In Revised version copyright 2007 by the author. * My employer switched health insurance carriers again a few months ago. Soon afterward we all got a memo informing us that we had the option of switching to a new plan with a lower premium. In order to qualify, an employee would have to undergo a complete physical exam to make sure there were no pre-existing conditions. I wasn't too happy about this. Since I'm gay, I'd always had my own physician for my "special" health problems, in order to avoid dealing with the company doctors. If I wanted the price break on the insurance, though, there was no getting around it. I reluctantly scheduled the appointment and arrived at the scheduled time, fully expecting to be kept waiting. To my surprise a nurse called my name just five minutes after I got there. I was weighed and measured quickly, then asked to wait in a small examination room. The doctor entered about ten minutes later. I discreetly checked him out and was favorably impressed. He was a handsome man, medium height, with black hair lightly flecked with gray and wire-rimmed glasses. Somehow he seemed familiar, but at the moment I couldn't place him. "Hello, Mr. --Wallace? Steven Wallace? I'm Doctor Smith, Carl Smith. How are you today?" he asked, extending his hand. "Hi, Doctor, thanks, I'm fine." I said. Actually, Dr. Smith was attractive enough that the thought of undressing in front of him was making me nervous. "Ready for your exam?" "Yes, I am." "Let's begin, then. I'd like you to get undressed down to your shorts," Dr. Smith said. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself too. I see you are thirty-two years old. Notice any health problems lately, Steve?" "I don't think so, Doctor." I decided to make it quick. Less than a minute passed before I was standing before him in my bikini briefs and dress socks. I felt like a dork, but I knew the linoleum floor would be cold and I didn't want to take them off. Why are examining rooms always so chilly anyway? "Please sit on this examination table." Dr. Smith said. I obeyed and he approached me with a lighted device in his hand. "I'm going to flash this light in your eyes. Try and follow it with your eyes only, OK?" After a moment, Dr. Smith said, "Looks good." He took another instrument with a light and put it in each of my ears, bending so that his head was very close to mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave and felt his breath against my temple. The doctor continued methodically, getting the tongue depressor and making open my mouth and say "Ah" in the time-honored fashion. "Now I'm going to examine your neck for any swollen glands. Tell me if anything hurts." His big hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as he did this. Somehow this was a turn-on and I felt myself begin to get aroused. I willed myself not to let it happen. "Looks good," Dr. Smith said. "Are you cold?" "A little," I replied, truthfully, though that was not the only reason why I was shivering. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect." I looked up at him, surprised he'd noticed. Dr. Smith's face was impassive. He continued, "I'm going to listen to your heart now." "Okay." The closeness of his presence was having an effect on me that I could not deny. I still had the distinct feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. Dr. Smith smiled apologetically. "Sorry it's so cold in here." He placed the stethoscope on my bare chest. I gasped as the cold metal touched my skin. "I know this isn't exactly comfortable, but try and relax. I'm not going to hurt you." I had to respond to his attempts to put me at ease. So I swallowed and managed to say, "I know, Doctor, I appreciate it." I desperately hoped he wouldn't look down and see the bulge in my briefs. "Turn your back toward me now." I obeyed, relieved not to have to face him for a while. He tapped on my back several times, then said, "Now I'm going to listen to your breathing with the scope. Take a deep breath. Good. Exhale." He repeated the requests, moving the scope each time. "Good, you're doing very well," Dr. Smith said. "Now please lie on your back on the table." "Okay," I said, my nervousness returning. I lay on the table, staring at the fluorescent light on the ceiling, and tried to make my mind a blank. Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to palpate your abdomen, looking for any swelling or abnormality." He began to push in various places on my bare stomach. I was ticklish, and despite my nervousness I couldn't help smiling a little--it was a most peculiar sensation, this combination of arousal and discomfort. "Am I tickling you?" Dr. Smith asked. His hand was below my navel now, approaching my groin area. "Uh, yes... not too bad," I managed to get out. What would happen when he discovered my erection? The head of my penis was now very close to the waistband, and the bulge had to be unmistakable. As I thought this, Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to pull down the waistband of your underwear just a bit, okay?" He suited the action to the words, and of course the head of my dick popped out. I was blushing and could not help letting a strangled "mmph" escape through my clenched teeth. "Is something the matter?" What did he think was the matter? "Uh... well, just embarrassed, I guess. You know... this." I waved my hand vaguely downward. Dr. Smith smiled. Despite my humiliation, I had to admit he was a hot guy. "No need to be embarrassed, Steve. Erections are very natural occurrences. I see them all the time during medical exams. It's just an involuntary reflex." He patted my stomach, and to my surprise, let his hand rest there. "You're a fine looking man." I looked sharply at him, but there was only professional reassurance in his smile. "Why don't we take a moment to let you relax? Take a few deep breaths and let them out." I tried to obey him, and it did seem to work a little bit. His hand resting on my stomach stopped being erotic and became strangely comforting. At last I felt my erection start to go down. "Feel better, Steve?" "Yes, better, thanks, Doctor." "Call me Carl," Doctor Smith smiled at me again. "Feel like you can continue?" I nodded. "Good. Now, I'm going to examine your testicles for any abnormalities that might mean cancer. Have you ever done this procedure yourself?" "Uh, no." Oh God, he was going to be touching my private parts again. "You really should do this yourself every month, you know. Look closely at what I do so you'll know how to do a self-exam, OK? If you're ready, stand up and drop your shorts." Carl stepped back to give me room. I slowly stood up, willing myself to stay calm and in control. Not meeting his eyes, I put my hands under the waistband of my briefs, skinned them down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them. I resisted a strong desire to cover my crotch. Still looking down, I saw his big hand reach out and gently take hold of first one ball, then the other, rolling the nuts gently between his fingers. "Just relax," Carl said again. I grinned weakly. "I'm trying." "Okay, the testicular exam is done. Looks fine." Carl continued to look at me with a somewhat quizzical air. After a moment, he said, "Now I'm going to check for hernias." He placed a hand against my left groin. "Turn your head and cough." I obeyed. Switching to the other side, Carl said, "Again. Good, everything seems fine. Now, I'm going to raise your penis and look at the underside of the shaft for any sores or abnormalities." He suited the action to the words. By now I was in agony again. I was naked in front of a really attractive man who was gently touching all of my private parts, and I could do nothing to respond. When was this ordeal going to be over? "You seem to be getting another erection." Through gritted teeth I replied, "Sure looks like it." "Steve, there's no need to be embarrassed. Especially since you have quite a nice endowment." I heard the smile in his voice and quickly looked up into his face. In an instant it all came back to me, why Carl seemed so familiar. It was a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I had gone to one of the bathhouses in town, an activity I still indulged in occasionally, with caution. It was crowded but the pickings were slim. After an hour or two, though, I noticed a man catching my eye as we both wandered around. He was in his early thirties, medium height, slender but toned, with a hairy chest. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses that gave him an appealingly intelligent air. I followed him, but every time I moved nearer, he drew away and melted into the crowd. At first I was annoyed. Then I shrugged. Maybe this was his first time and he was just shy. He certainly didn't look like a regular. I decided to bide my time. It was just bad luck that I had chosen not to rent a room. Finally at one point during the night I found myself alone with him in the semidarkness of one of the common rooms. I decided to play it cool and let him make the first move. For a moment we simply stood still. I was elated when he finally moved toward me. I caught his eye and nodded, not wanting to scare him off by coming on too strong. "Crowded tonight, isn't it?" he said. "Sure is." "I didn't realize it was going to be like this. I'm a bit overwhelmed." "First time?" I asked. "No, but I can't remember the last time I went to the baths," my companion replied. He fell silent. I was afraid he was going to walk away so I made the first move. I reached up and began to stroke his bare chest with the back of my hand, very gently. "Is this all right?" I asked. A pause, then he said, "Feels nice." I looked down and saw his erection jutting up behind his towel. I knew mine must look the same. The next moment I felt his hand reach through the opening in my towel and find my hard cock. He squeezed it gently and began to stroke it. He said, "You have quite a nice endowment." His words were so formal that I almost chuckled, but his touch was exquisite--soft and sensuous. I felt myself grow hard. We stood there side by side, silently caressing, for a few more seconds. Then to my dismay a pair of barfly types strode into the room, conversing in loud voices. He was gone in a flash. Just my luck. I thought of following him out, but somehow I knew that the moment had passed and we wouldn't make contact again that night. Thoroughly pissed off, I put my clothes on and left ten minutes later. All this passed through my mind in a flash, triggered by the sentence he had spoken. The hot man I had lost that night in the baths was standing in front of me, holding my dick again. Now, though, he wasn't an anonymous trick, but my doctor. I made a split-second decision to continue playing dumb. I wasn't sure that he knew who I was, and I knew already he was shy. A sudden come-on from a patient might startle or even offend him. So all I said was, "Thanks." Despite myself some change must have been audible in my voice, because Carl's smile widened and became something more than professional. I was now sure we were both on the same wavelength. I became even more sure when he asked, "How long has it been since your last orgasm?" "I don't know exactly, Carl, a couple of weeks. Why do you ask?" "Well," said Carl, "If you haven't had sex lately, this might explain your arousal. You just aren't getting enough." His smile got wider. I couldn't help but smile back. "I guess you're right, that's not good, is it?" Carl's hand began to move gently on my shaft, his thumb rubbing my engorged, circumcised head. "Do you masturbate, Steve? Silly question," he said as I burst out laughing, a little too loudly. "Do you know why you should? It's not just to feel good." I kept playing along. "Really?" "Really. Too much fluid buildup in the prostate can cause congestion, discomfort and maybe even infection. Got to keep those passageways clear. That's why lots of sex is actually good for a man, as long as it's safe, of course." "Of course." Carl said, "That reminds me... excuse me for just a minute." He turned and left the office, leaving me naked, hard and puzzled. I bent down and pulled off my socks. What was the point of leaving them on? After a few minutes Carl returned. He shut the door firmly and pushed the latch in the doorknob. He came back up to me and said quietly, "Sorry I left. If I had just locked the door someone would have wondered what was going on. I went and told my nurse that I was with a patient who was very modest and embarrassed about being undressed. I told her you were particularly worried that a female would walk in while you were being examined, and that I was going to latch the door for a few minutes. I couldn't have gotten away with this with a female patient, but since you're a guy, she's cool with that." His eyes sparkled. "Little does she know--" The next moment his lips were on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. Our bodies pressed up against one another, mine naked, his clothed. I felt the hard bulge in his trousers. Carl broke away after a moment and said, "Damn, I wish we had more time. If the door's locked too long, someone will get suspicious. We'll just have to complete your exam. He opened a drawer and drew out a rubber glove, putting on his hand with a snap of latex. Then he took a tube of K-Y and applied it to the gloved fingers. He caught my eye and leered. "I usually tell my patients that prostate exams may be slightly uncomfortable. I don't think that will be true in your case." He took my arm. "Now, Mr. Wallace, I'll have to ask you to turn around, bend over and grab the edge of the examination table." I obeyed, still rock hard, and felt him insert the cold gloved finger into my asshole. Carl said, "I can feel your prostate. I'm going to press gently on it. Tell me what you feel." A wave of sensation jolted me and I gasped. "Not painful?" Carl asked, concerned. I managed to say, "No, not painful at all." Actually, I had forgotten just how good it could feel. I felt precum start to ooze out of my cock. "Okay, I'm going to massage the gland now." His finger moved and I couldn't suppress a groan. "Steve, are you OK?" "God yes," I gasped. "Feels wonderful." "Your gland does seem a bit congested. I'm going to use two fingers now." I cried out again as I felt my hole stretch to accommodate him. I wanted something larger up there. "Yes, we're getting quite a lot of fluid out of there, I see." "Must... be... the massage." I looked around at Carl, smiling at my sweet torment. "Your congestion may need to be relieved with an ejaculation." I looked him in the eye. "Go right ahead." "You would like me to stimulate you to orgasm?" I decided to go for broke. "Doctor, to ejaculate, I need pretty intense stimulation." Carl held my gaze. "What did you have in mind?" I turned and fastened my eyes on the bulge in his front. The next moment I was down on my knees in front of him, unbuttoning his white coat, finding and lowering his zipper until his cock sprang out. I barely saw the flaring purplish head and pale, straight, veined shaft before it was in my mouth. Carl moaned and thrust his hips gently against my face. After a few moments I let him go and pressed my face against his crotch. "Fuck me, doctor. Fuck me with that cock." Above me he said, "I'd love to. You realize we only have a little time?" "I like quick ones." At that Carl laughed out loud. "You asked for it, Steve." He stripped off the glove and discarded it. He opened the drawer again and, to my delight, took out a wrapped condom. Still holding the rubber, he unbuckled his belt. His dress pants dropped to the floor. Still on my knees, I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and drew it down. His raging erection sprang free in all its glory. I whistled softly. Carl gave another short, almost embarrassed laugh. "I warn you, we can't make much noise. These walls are thin." Smiling into his eyes, I said, "I'll be quiet, Doctor. May I do the honors?" In a moment I had him hooded. I stood up and looked at my doctor and partner in crime. His trousers were heaped around his ankles, his boxer shorts were down to his knees, and his erection jutted out between the lapels of his white coat. The sight was absurd and fucking hot all at the same time. "Now turn around again and we'll--um--complete the procedure," he chuckled. "Okay, Doc," I smiled, turning and assuming the position once more. I felt his cock against my slick anal opening. He pushed and I felt myself begin to yield. "Just relax.....relax," Carl crooned. The head of his cock slipped in and my asshole closed behind it. I grunted. "Doing okay, Steve?" "Okay," I managed to say. I felt the pole of flesh invade my innards and moaned softly. "Am I hurting you?" "Hell no," I gasped, "It feels wonderful. Oh wow." Finally his balls were pressed up against my cheeks. I heard him fumbling with something behind my back. Carl began to slide in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. "Oh yes, fuck me," I breathed, my eyes closed, my teeth gritted. "Yes, Carl, do it." Carl bent, reached underneath and took my cock in his hand, slick with more K-Y. He began to jack off my slippery tool in rhythm with his fucking. "How's... it... feel, Steve?" I heard his voice whisper against my ear, his words interspersed with grunts as his hips slammed against my butt. He changed the angle of his body and suddenly the pleasure increased. I squeezed my ass muscles against his cock inside me, hard as I could. "Fuck me Doctor." "That's right, take my cock, you fucker. Feel me pounding you with it, stud?" He growled the words into my ear. All his professional demeanor had fallen away. He was finally doing what he had missed doing to me in the baths weeks ago. "Yes, Doctor," I whispered. "Yes, oh yes." "Take it, fucker." "Harder. Harder. Deeper please." The examination table shook as Carl continued to plow me. Through it all we had remained almost completely silent, which only heightened the excitement. "I want you to cum Steve. Getting close?" I looked down at his hand, passing over and over the purple mushroom head of my cock. I felt the fire building up inside of me. "Yes... I'm going to cum all over." "Shoot that load. Do it, stud." I felt the climax boil up in my lower body, pushed over the edge at last by the combined assault on my dick and asshole. "Oh god, I'm going to cum." "Give it to me. CUM NOW, STEVE!" I shouted as the first spurts exploded from my cock. Carl clapped his left hand over my mouth. I was reduced to muffled grunts as drop after thick drop of hot fluid fell on the linoleum floor. Above me I heard Carl's gasps as he shoved his cock into me as far as he could go, dumping his load into the rubber inside of me. "Oh god that's fucking good," I heard Carl whisper. He thrust a few more times into me, gasping for breath, then finally stopped. He drew his hand away from my mouth. "Sorry I had to gag you." I laughed softly. "It's OK, you warned me." Carl let go of my spent sticky cock, and slid out of me slowly, slowly, as if he were reluctant to go. I gasped as he finally popped out of me, and turned around, gingerly avoiding stepping in my cum. "We made a mess," I said. "It was worth it," Carl replied, peeling off his rubber. He pulled tissues from a dispenser, wrapped and disposed of the condom, then set about cleaning himself and rearranging his clothing. He was dressed and dapper again before I had fully caught my breath. "You're cold," he said. Now that the heat of our activity had subsided, I was shivering. Carl opened a nearby door. "There's a little bathroom here. I'll let you get yourself cleaned up." He was once more the cool, controlled professional. I felt a fleeting disappointment as I took my underwear and entered the bathroom. Was he going to pretend that nothing had happened? Was I going to walk out of here and never see him again? I ran water and wiped myself off, trying not to think too much. The Doctor is In When I emerged, Carl had wiped the floor and had reopened the office. "You can get dressed now, Steve," he said, a bit too loudly, and I knew he was saying it for the benefit of his nurse. "Everything seems to be in order." As I went to get the rest of my clothes he intercepted me and caught me in an affectionate hug. We were not visible from the doorway, but I just had time to hug him back before he looked toward the door and let me go. "I wish you didn't have to put those back on," he said softly. My fears of a few minutes earlier melted away. Carl really was a nice guy, in addition to being the hottest doctor I had ever encountered. I was feeling good enough to risk teasing him. "Well, this makes up for that Saturday night at Man's Country." I was unprepared for Carl's reaction. He turned deep red with embarrassment, looked down and bit his lip. After a moment, he looked up sheepishly. "So you knew. When did you figure it out, Steve?" I told him what he had said that had triggered my memory. Carl laughed. "I should really come up with some better lines, huh?" He shook his head ruefully, more charming than ever. "I thought about you all the time after that. I could have kicked myself for running away, but I was intimidated. That's not my usual scene. When I walked in and I saw you today, I couldn't believe my luck." He smiled and kissed me lightly again. "Listen, buddy, this has really been great, but I've got to get to my next patient. You'd better get dressed." Choosing my words carefully, I said, "Will I see you again, Carl?" There was no doubt about his reaction. "Hell, yes! You know where to find me, bud. And I've got all your vital info right here," he said, tapping the chart he had taken from the pocket on the doorway. When I was dressed, he shook my hand and said in his professional voice, "Take the pink sheet to the receptionist and she'll check you out. Have a good day, Steve." Then he added in a whisper, "I'll call you." The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. The receptionist had to ask me twice for the pink sheet. Carl did call. We're still friends, and occasional fuck buddies. He's no longer my doctor, though. Soon after we met, he referred me to another physician, citing ethics and saying I needed "objective and disinterested" medical advice. I was cool with changing doctors. In fact, meeting Carl changed forever how I felt about the whole medical thing. There's been more than one doctor since then who's had to put up with my raging, involuntary erections during routine physical exams. Oh, and I got the cheaper health plan. END The Doctor is In Sarah sighed as he tied her to the examination couch. He had wrapped her tits tightly with narrow elastic bandages while she'd been standing. They were tight and the big breasts very elongated, her nipples protruding from the white bandages. He bandaged her around her hips after he had lifted her legs into the stirrups, and lifted her arms over her head and tied her wrists to the bed head. She closed eyes, looked like he'd listened to her fantasies and was about to action on them, filling in the specifics as he went. He said nothing, soft muzac was playing in the room and it was cool. all the steel in the room shone and, if she turned her head sideways she could see herself in the medicine cabinet's mirror. he kissed er then opened her mouth, pushing in 2 fingers which she sucked at for a moment. This was followed by a dental gag, he ratcheted it open half way. At the other end she could hear him rustling, filling an enema bag from the tap and squirting n some hand soap. He opened the stirrups right up, as wide as they went and locked them in place, her legs pushed back a splayed wide open. She could feel the cool air on her anus, and she felt him touch her there. She groaned knowing what was coming next as cold lube hit her and a medium sized nozzle was pushed into her, fairly unceremoniously. She groaned at the invasion, her tight hole spasmed against the plastic and stretched as he inflated the two balloons that would hold it in place. Suddenly warm water began ro flow into her -- after a little while he deflated and removed the tubing and let the liquid in her flow into a bucket. He normally let her do this in private but the game was different today. When she'd finished he replaced the tubing and turned on the water flow again. This time it was hot and she could feel it trickling in deeply. Her belly swelled slowly and cramping hit. He massaged her belly sending the water in deeply. The enema bag was eventually emptied into her -- she felt full to bursting point and he could see beads of juices flowing from her vagina and the little nub of clitoris peeped out. She groaned loudly and tossed her head -- "15 minutes" he muttered, she knew she'd just have to wait. He reached up and tweaked her hard nipples, pinching the swollen buds. He went to the cabinet and brought over two hemostats. These clamps were attached to her nipples and tightened. Everything spasmed and the pressure in her belly was intense. She wanted to scream -- loud gargling noises came out, he ratcheted the gag open a little further so she couldn't even do that. Saliva build-up was a problem too as it was difficult to swallow. Sensations everywhere and when he touched her clitoris she exploded in orgasm, shaking violently. When she stopped and slumped down, he removed the enema tubing and a great torrent of liquid poured into the bucket, mostly clean. He took it away after she was completely finished -- she felt empty but oh so clean. He picked up a long silver device called an anoscope, which was normally used for bowel investigations. He lubed it up and pushed it into her anus in one swift movement, when he felt resistance, her knew he was at the internal sphincter, had to change the angle to slide in further at this point. He bent down, turned on it's light and peered at her insides, lovely soft red folds of very clean tissue. He took a photo and then began to slowly fuck her with the anoscope, She wriggled a little moving the hemostats around too, aching nipples made her squirm again and he pulled the anoscope out a little further with each thrust forward. She'd never been so deeply fucked before and it was sensational. He pulled the scope out quickly and pushed in a rubber gloved finger from each hand, stretching and releasing for a while opening up her very tight anal sphincter. Pain mingled with pleasure then became just pleasure as she became accustomed to the stretching sensation. He reached over after a while and pushed in an anal speculum -- he'd looked for the biggest he could find, wanting to see how much she could take and how far he could open her. He rotated the dial a little at a time, stopping when her moaning got to loud and starting again when her body un-tensed itself. he saw tears forming and decided that was enough when it got to 8 cm. He could see well into her rectum, spasming with the tension and she could feel the cold air of the room deep inside her. He removed the dental gag and she swallowed painfully, working her jaws around. Satisfied he left the room for a while, she lay there, helplessly exposed, a wide-open speculum protruding from her anus. She hoped no one else was around, they'd get a shock if they came in now! The door opened but it was only him, had a small jar in his hand. He came over and spread a very small amount of its contents onto her rectal walls..... it was chili paste and she cried out at the sudden burning sensation inside her.... make it stop she cried but he ignored her and studied her anus intently. Redness flared and the muscle spasms were intense, pushing hard against the speculum, wanting to snap shut but not being able to. She didn't know what to do, wanted to reach down to sooth herself.... When he'd finished his photography, he smeared the inflamed area with a gel; it was anaesthetic and her relief was intense. He left the speculum open. A tray was pulled over to her side and there was a rustling of paper -- he reached over and began to wipe the area around her clitoris and vaginal opening, from the cooling sensation she thought he was using alcohol wipes to clean her. Wondered what was next when she felt the tip of something press against her urethral opening. She jerked and he slapped her mound. The tip pressed forward -- it was a very thin cotton bud soaked in alcohol and she squealed as he managed to push it in, twisting as he went, in and out almost fucking her with it. It burnt and felt very weird/pain/pleasure to have something in her urethra. He left it there for a moment while he rustled around some more. She knew what he was doing, preparing a urethral catheter...... she placed them in countless urethra's herself as a nurse but never had one herself. The bud removed and was followed by a thin stream of gel lubricant, soothing but she knew what came next. He'd picked a large catheter and pain flared in her as the tiny urethra was stretched -- he felt it bottom out on the bladder sphincter and gave a little push through. He saw drops of liquid rise up the tubing so quickly inflated the balloon that held the tubing inside her and clamped the tube off. She was moaning in fake distress as the burning sensation had died quickly. He did not connect the drainage bag as you normally would but attached instead a small enema bag. She felt the flow of water into her bladder, so weird having a reverse flow. She filled quickly and the need to pee was intense. He stopped the water flow when she complained -- didn't want to hurt her, it wasn't like bowels where the water could disperse into her intestines. He took some photos of the view, knew she'd want to see them. The fullness, coupled with the wide open arse, was incredible, he flicked at her clit and she jerked, spasming all the muscles in her sex and juggling the claps on her nipples. Things got tighter as he tried to squeeze a finger into her cunt. So tight he could hardly believe it. A finger full of lube pushed into her pressing against the speculum on the other side of the vagina. He was very hard now, painfully so, he pulled his hard cock out through his fly and pressed it against her cunt opening. Slowly forced his way in, knew he was causing her pain but it felt so good, tight beyond tight, so he persisted until his balls were resting against the rim of the speculum. Faster and faster, pulling right back and plunging in fully each time, she began to open up a little. Tears were running down her face but the fine line between pleasure and pain kept her from using her safe word. She came with him, he roared with pleasure and she squealed with the tension in her entire body. He pulled out trailing a long string of cum and quickly opened the catheter clamp -- the relief of being able to pee set her off again and he could see everything spasming, especially inside her rectum. He was instantly hard again and pulled out the speculum without closing it. Watched with pleasure at the open hole he'd left behind, slightly gaping with the sphincter pulsing, trying to close up. It was too much for him so he shoved his cock hard and fast right into her anus, balls deep in one motion and began to fuck her frantically his hips a blur and pounding so hard the entire couch shifted. All she could do was grunt at the invasion, in time with his forward thrusts until she finally swore and came in a rush. He dumped his load into her bowels and collapsed on her belly. They were spent and quiet for a while. As he recovered he took more photos, close-up of her red enlarged arse and of the tubing coming out of her urethra. Cum dripped from her holes and he wiped it away so he could see clearly. Her arse was burning but she felt hot and horny from it, anal queen that she was, it was never enough, especially seeing he with-held it a lot of the time. He went away and she slept for a while. On his return he untied her, unclipped her nipples but left the urethral tubing in, clamping it off. He flipped her over so she was lying face down on the couch, her legs hanging down. He tied her up again, hand behind her back... her weight was on the bound breasts and the pain as they squashed down was exquisite. Hips and shoulders tied down and ankles to the couch legs so she was totally helpless and under his control. He began to spank he, softly at first, but harder and harder until her cheeks were fire engine red. He bladder was beginning to fill and her body weight as she squirmed around made that more pressing still. He pulled her cheeks apart -- her anus was red but had closed over. He'd soon fix that he thought. She watched sideways in shock when he pulled a huge speculum from the cupboard. She'd seen it on a restraint website and commented that she felt it wasn't possible to do much to a human with an equine speculum. He thought he'd see if that was right. So much lube was spread between her cheeks it ran down he leg. The tip of the spec was pushed against her anus and he slowly but continuously press on it until her sphincter opened. The thing was large, even unopened and she cried out at the pain again. He didn't stop, just kept leaning on it until he'd felt the internal sphincter. He changed the angle and the spec slipped past that point and deep into her. She couldn't cope with the sensations screaming and begging for him to stop. When he did she panted for a while to get used to the size then begged for him to press more in which he gladly did. When a third was in he began to open it. He went slowly giving her time to adjust to the size until she couldn't take anymore. He measured the gape.... Almost 41/2 inches wide and he could see her intestinal walls when he shone his torch down the chasm. Photos taken, he the began to lightly touch her rectal walls with his finger; it felt hot and soft. He had a wand, debated for a moment the put the tip into her and turned on the power. She arched up as the electricity coursed deeply into her, saying fuck fuck fuck over and over. She was almost beside herself -- after a while he stopped and directed the end of her catheter deep inside and released the clamps and a stream of urine flowed out of her bladder and into her arse. She could feel the heat of it. He snapped the spec closed and yanked it out quickly, she screamed as the rim of her sphincter was pulled away from her body for a moment, stuck to the spec. Her arse stayed wide open this time and her urine ran out in a stream in the bucket under her feet. The wand went to her clit and he gave it a strong jolt. That was it for her -- she spun off into oblivion with the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. While she was out of it he lubed up his hand, pushing a few fingers in and out of her arse, more as she began to be conscious of her surroundings. She could see him in the cabinet mirror and saw his hand disappear into her arse up to the wrist. He bunched his fist and twisted inside her.... another huge orgasm hit her. He pressed deeper than before, now almost up to the middle of his forearm and began to fuck her pulling his hand in and out past the knuckles, spreading her arse hole wide with each motion. She finally fainted away and he stopped and pulled out in panic. After a moment she came back to him, trembling, crying and thanking him all at once. He smiled, he wasn't finished though as his cock was hard again. Her arse was too wide open now for him so he pushed quickly into her cunt again thrusting deeply, then pulled out and went to her face. She opened her mouth obediently and he fucked her face, going deeper with each thrust, she gagged and spluttered -- eventually he was timing it right to let her breathe. A huge wad of cum went into her stomach as he came and he pulled out and collapsed in a heap. He was done, didn't think it would be a good idea to do anymore, didn't want to damage her for life, even though she hadn't used her safe word, he knew he had pressed her to the edge of what she could cope with. Her arse was swollen and raw, the hole slowly closing. He watched fascinated for a while as it slowly closed back to normal, wondering at the resilience of sphincter muscles. She was semi-conscious and he disconnected everything removed tubing, clamps bandages and so on until he could lift her and take her to the bathroom for a soothing bath. He sponged her lovingly wiping the cloth gently around her crevices and kissing her swollen red nipples, the pain of circulation returning after he removed the bindings around her breasts had been strong, though she'd moaned it was actually in pleasure at the pain. After a long soak, he smiled at her -- she gazed dopily back at him then grinned and asked him if they could play some more soon. He laughed and marveled that she could want more but he'd always be happy to oblige! She couldn't walk well the next 24 hours and couldn't sit comfortably, or wear panties for that matter as she was swollen from the pounding she'd taken. No complaints though, regular applications of soothing creams felt nice and things soon righted themselves. She'd had he arse stretched to maximum, he didn't realize how close she come to using her safe word but it felt fantastic and a bit of an achievement for her. After 3 days her anus was as tight as it had always been, he could barely get the restorative cream in with his smallest finger. He was amazed (and not a little relieved, as it was his favorite place to fuck her) She was raring to go by the 5th day without sex.... he came home to find her naked with a bottle of lube in one hand. She pushed him onto the couch and pulled his cock out through his fly. He was instantly hard at her boldness. She rubbed him with lube then stood up, turned around and bent over in front of him. He smiled broadly, she'd inserted a bid butt plug into her anus, he could see the end sealing her off. She gyrated around pushing her arse toward his face until he grasped her hips and began to lick her crack and poke his finger into her vagina. She spread her legs wider and bent forward more. He buried his face in her, licking frantically and twiddling her clit. She stood up suddenly, pushed his head back and plonked herself backward down in his lap, sliding his cock deep into her and rode him hard. the butt plug pushed in with each movement, heightening her pleasure -- she came quickly and jumped off him, not letting him come. He cursed and she smiled cheekily, he grabbed her and pulled her down over his knee, and began to spank her for being so naughty, she wriggled and struggled but he was too strong for her. The slaps got harder and she kicked more. He pushed her onto the floor and held her wrists over her head with one hand. She tried to lock her legs together but he pressed his knees between her legs and slowly forced them open. She was struggling hard and he slapped her breasts to subdue her. Angry red marks appeared and she swore at him. He tried to kiss her but she bit his lip and he slapped her face once hard, ramming his cock against her cunt. He missed and jabbed hard into her perineum making her squeal in pain then suddenly found his mark and fucked her hard till her whole body was shaking. He flipped her over after a while holding her head down onto the floor. The fight had gone out of her by this time and she didn't resist him. His fingers probed at her arse, folding under the butt plug base and sliding his fingers into her arse alongside the plug. He yanked it out. It was a fairly big one and her sphincter pulled back with it. It came out with a loud pop and a screech from her -- he promptly shoved his cock into her anus, the slickness of the lube she'd used earlier wasn't really enough but he didn't care, fucking her hard and balls-deep. He pulled out suddenly and came, thick streams of cum splattering onto her back, swearing at her, pulling away from her, he wiped his cock on her hair and stepped away. He sat and tucked his cock back into his pants, she remained on the floor eventually rolling into the foetal position and moaning quietly to herself. He could see her red arse shining in the light and the wetness of her cunt. This rape scenario was a first and though he knew he's hurt her, the whole thing was overpoweringly sensational. (she was exhilarated by the whole thing, just quietly, had wanted that scenario for some time and hoped it wasn't over yet.) She heard him get up go to the kitchen and come back carrying several items. He slid her around on the floor so her head was up against the couch and sat down and pulled her legs toward him. She was lifted onto her shoulders and she could see the long cucumber he'd found poised over her. He told her off for being a tease and pushed the end of the cucumber against her vagina. She was very wet and it slid in. He pushed it harder and deeper than a cock could go; in her position she couldn't do much except let him. He fucked her with it, pile-driving and bumping against her cervix and making her grunt with each thrust. Then suddenly, on a pull-out, he shifted slightly and jammed it into her arse, She screamed this time, the pain was intense but he didn't stop the forward motion. When it wouldn't go further he stopped, leaving it wedged in her arse. He made her get up then, not easy with this thing sticking out of her. She was completely submissive now, not sure where all this was going, but it felt right still. He forced her to walk around, the cucumber pumping deep in her bowels. He stopped her in front of him and made her stand with her back to him so he could see the cucumber sticking out of her anal cleft. He tossed off his clothes at that point and began pulling at his cock. The view was enticing and satisfying especially when he barked at her to bend over. He called her, bringing her around and pushing hr head down hard over his erect cock. She opened her mouth obediently and took him in. He pushed harder and she gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat. She worked frantically to get him deeper, didn't have much choice. Pushing her head down onto his cock with one hand and pushing on the cucumber with the other made her feel like he was trying to get those two objects to meet in the middle. She exploded suddenly in a huge orgasm and he followed shortly thereafter, his cum going straight into her stomach. She jerked away from him and fell on the floor, pushing the cucumber even deeper, there was only a small portion showing now, the rest on the ten inches was deep inside her. Her care factor was small at this stage, she was on another planet but he was a bit worried, as there wasn't enough to get a grip to pull it out. Eventually though, when she was "back", she squatted and squeezed hard pushing enough of it out for him to get a god grip. He yanked it out and she fell over again. Lay on her back with her knees spread wide which was too much for him again.... This hard cock went into her cunt at last, that familiar hot tight hole closing around him. They made long slow love this time, she felt loved and enveloped by is body. When they came together he rested on her until his cock slid out, then lifted her gently taking her to the bedroom. They curled up together and slept... The Doctor Is In "Dr. Alex?" The uniformed man looked tentative, as if he was not sure he should disturb the doctor after all. "Yes?" She answered, then noticed the man standing next to the guard in an orange jumpsuit, cuffed and shackled. "Oh, is this my intake physical?" she asked, as she rose from her desk and walked around to her office door where the men stood. The guard pushed the prisoner roughly into the doctor's combination office and exam room as he answered her. "That he is, Doc...and he's a dilly. For your own safety, I think you better plan to do only whatever you can do with the handcuffs still on him. Skip the rest." "That bad, huh?" She studied the dark haired prisoner with a two-day-old beard, and a significant scowl. He was thirtyish, 6' tall, medium build, and disturbingly attractive, she thought, in spite of his apparent bad temperament. She felt an unexpected twinge inside her, but did her best to push it away. "Well then," she said, "why don't you just bring him on over to the exam table? We can restrain him quite nicely there. By the time I'm finished with him, he should be a bit more cooperative." Or he would be if I could just do to him what I would like to do,) she thought. She sighed aloud as she picked up her stethoscope and waited for the officer to get the prisoner situated. She was a beautiful woman, with ebony hair, Mediterranean blue eyes, and a real woman shape like Marilyn Monroe . But the overwhelming demands of medical school and her residency had destroyed any possible chance for an active social life, let alone any time for the kind of sweaty, hip-pumping, body fluid sharing, sex life she longed for. Now, as a doctor in a medium security prison working twelve hour shifts, her prospects were every bit as dismal. She was only thirty-two, but sometimes she felt old...old and lonely. And horny. Jesus! She thought to herself. Am I really so desperate I'm lusting for a foul-tempered felon about to be locked up for God knows how long? I need to get laid, and bad, but I need someone I don't have to get patted down just to visit! She laughed at herself. The guard pushed the prisoner toward the black leather exam bench, and handed the doctor the man's folder. Then he directed his prisoner to sit down by applying firm pressure to the middle of his back. "Get up on that seat before I have to 'help' you get up there. Understand?" Jake Sullivan snarled at him. The convict slid one butt cheek onto the bench in a half-assed response, leaning defiantly more than sitting on it. "David Meyer?" She asked; as she looked up at the man, then skimmed thru pages and pages of court documents, arrest reports, sentencing depositions, and the like. David looked at her momentarily in answer to his name, but said nothing, and quickly returned his gaze back to the floor. He was thirty-four, according to his intake report, and an unpleasant sort if his arrest record was any indication. Incredibly good looking though, Alexandria thought to herself. What a waste. She turned to the guard. "Officer Sullivan, is it?" she asked, reading the shiny nametag on his shirt. He nodded. "Jake" he told her. She continued, "Okay, Jake, let's see if we can't get Mr. Meyer settled and secured, and then we can get this exam started." The guard grabbed Meyer by the shoulders and steered him forcefully back on the exam bench so he sat squarely. Alex said, "I think we need to get him undressed down to his shorts before we totally restrain him. Don't you agree?" The guard nodded his head. He stared at the prisoner as if he expected trouble, and wanted to make sure he didn't get any. "We can do this easy, or we can do this hard." Jake said. "It's your call. Do you want to undress yourself, or do you want me to get a few helpers to get you out of that jumpsuit?" In answer, Meyer shrugged. "How do you expect me to undress myself with my hands cuffed behind me?" "I guess he has a point," the doctor laughed. She turned towards the guard. "Maybe you and I can manage this together. "Let's get him restrained from the waist down for now, okay?" The two worked together to manhandle Meyer into the position they wanted, with leather restraints secured tightly around his ankles, each attached to a side of the exam table, and a thick leather strap buckled snugly across his mid section. "Okay," the doctor said to Officer Sullivan, "Why don't you release one hand at a time, and then you and I can get the top half of the jumpsuit down to his waist. That might be all we need, if he's as healthy as he looks." Eventually, with the temporary help of an additional guard, the prisoner was stripped to the waist and restrained to the satisfaction of everyone but the prisoner. Alex couldn't help but admire the convict's physique; washboard abs, and muscular arms and shoulders like a gymnast or swimmer. She found herself sexually stimulated by his appearance, in spite of his bad reputation. She tried to ignore her feelings, but she kept imagining her naked body next to his. (What am I doing? This is ridiculous!) She admonished herself, but her panties suddenly felt moist. Putting his face only inches from his prisoner's face, Jake Sullivan looked sharply at Meyer. "I'm expecting you to cooperate fully with the Doctor," the guard warned his prisoner. "If you give her the least bit of trouble, I will be on you like flies on shit, and you will not like where we end up. You can take that to the bank, Meyer, so you damn well better behave." He poked Meyer's chest with his stiff forefinger for emphasis. "I'll be right here watching you every step of the way." The doctor moved over to stand close to Meyer, with a small white instrument in her hand. She felt safe now that her patient was lying down and completely restrained, his arms held securely by thick straps fastened to each side of the padded gurney. "I'm going to take your temperature now, David." She held up the digital thermometer. "This goes in your ear. Doesn't hurt at all and it only takes a few seconds." She put the thermometer in his right ear until it beeped at her, then looked at the display, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Mr. Meyer, your temperature is nearly 105. How long have you been feeling ill?" she asked with genuine concern. He shook his head negatively in response. "Tell me about your symptoms," she ordered him. "Are you in pain?" He shook his head again. "I'm fine." He insisted. "Why don't you just let me go to my cell?" he snapped angrily. "We will do that Mr. Meyer, but first I have to figure out what's wrong with you. A fever that high is serious, David, I can't stress that enough. And it doesn't usually come without any other symptoms, so you need to stop being tough and start being straightforward with me. You are putting your health at risk...perhaps your life, so you need to quit playing games." she stared at him with obvious irritation, but he turned his gaze deliberately away. She continued, "If you think I'm just going to leave you alone, you are sadly mistaken. It is my obligation to treat you and that's exactly what I'm going to do. You aren't going anywhere until I find out what's wrong with you. Even if I wanted to turn you loose, I can't put you in the general population before I know whether you are contagious." She looked David straight in his haunting brown eyes and felt drawn to him, in spite of her anger and frustration. She thought he felt a connection too, but she could tell he was holding something back from her. She frowned. "If you really are feeling just fine, which I don't believe, I suppose it could be an equipment failure. Sometimes technology is not our friend. The only way to be sure is to use a standard thermometer like we grew up with." She continued, "I have one," she paused, looking at the guard, "but Mr. Meyer needs to be on his tummy for me to use it." Meyer's eyes widened as her words sunk in. "You don't really think I'm going to let you stick something in my ass do you?" He growled at her threateningly. "Back off, Meyer," Jake responded to his threat. "I guarantee the doctor is going to stick anything she wants anywhere she wants, and there are a whole mess of guards here that will back me up on that. Should I call some of them now?" The guard looked pleased, almost cheerful, as if he expected his prisoner to put up a fuss, or hoped he would. Meyer slumped dejectedly on the exam bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling in anticipation of the inevitable. "The truth is David, a rectal thermometer is still the most accurate measure of your temperature, much better than the digital ones. And if your fever is as high as it seems, I'm thinking I need to continue to use the rectal one. It's about your health, not about your modesty." She did not wait to see David's reaction to her explanation. She turned to address Jake. "The first thing we have to do is get his britches down. Doesn't this jumpsuit unbutton or zip down or something?" Alex asked. "It snaps" the guard replied, pulling at one side of the closure to demonstrate. The snaps below David's waist began to pop apart, one by one. Jake continued, "I think if we pull hard enough on his pant legs, we'll be able to get his pants down past his hips, and the rest should be easy. Maybe his drawers will come along for the ride too, if we're lucky." They were lucky. When they had finished, the orange jumpsuit was wadded up around his ankles, topped by his gray prison issue briefs. Alex had already decided that she preferred her patient to be completely undressed rather than to keep fighting with the restraints every time she needed a piece of his clothing removed. Of course, being able to see his nude body all the while she examined him helped her to make the decision. As she watched the color rise in David's cheeks when he had been stripped bare, she doubted David agreed with her. Now, Alex stared for a long moment at the criminal's incredible sculptured body, as he lay naked and fully exposed. Tanned, trim and in perfect shape, he was truly beautiful. She knew he was a criminal with a potential for violence. And yet, she felt a sudden, unmistakable twitch in her pelvis. "Okay, Officer Sullivan" the doctor said, "with Mr. Meyer's cooperation, maybe we can loosen his leg restraint enough that we can cross one leg over to the other side. I would prefer he was lying flat on his stomach, but this position will work too. It's better if he's on his left side, so let's get his right leg unfastened and move it across. I need his knee to be bent, so we will have to secure his leg at both the ankle and the knee, up as high toward his chest as we can put it." The two prison employees worked quickly to position Meyer as she needed. The prisoner groaned and turned his head to the wall away from both of them. He was embarrassed, but he could not make himself ask for something to cover with. His ego didn't allow him to show he cared about anything they did. With his right knee up toward his chest, the remarkable equipment between his legs was totally visible. He tried to move his right thigh closer to his left to hide his impressive package a little, but his legs were held fast and simply would not budge. Neither Alex nor Jake could help but notice his massive penis, even flaccid as it was at the moment. Both of them stared unabashedly and both of them enjoyed the view. "Okay, Mr. Meyer. Here's what I'm going to do from now on," the doctor said. "I will tell you everything I'm going to do before I do it, so you won't get any surprises. Right now, I'm using plenty of lubricant on the thermometer, and I'll rub some lubrication on your rectum too so you won't have any discomfort. Have you had anal sex, David?" "NO!" David replied, barking out indignantly. Jake wondered if he was really an anal virgin, or just covering for his less socially acceptable tendencies. Well, Jake thought, either way he won't be a virgin by tomorrow. A smile crossed his face for just the briefest moment. The doctor was fairly sure her patient had not experienced this pleasure previously, based on the tightness of his sphincter as she tried to force one well lubed finger every so slightly into his bowel. As she put ever-increasing pressure on his taut and tiny ass button, David jerked his head in her direction. "David, you have to relax for me. It's just a thermometer for God's sake!" The doctor said impatiently. Meyer didn't answer, but Doctor Alex didn't wait any longer. She rubbed his rectum with more lubricating jelly, and then pushed the glass thermometer gently into his canal. He clamped his anal ring down tightly in protest of the intrusion, but she pressed on, forcing the slick narrow cylinder further into his ass. As soon as she was satisfied with its placement, she held the thermometer firmly, resting her hand casually on his bare right cheek. His soft butt skin felt hot and clammy, but when she touched him, she felt herself getting moist again. (Good Lord,) she thought. (You are a doctor for God's sake. Behave yourself!) "When I first started medical school," she told the guard while she waited to read David's temperature, "I didn't hold onto a thermometer and the damn thing slipped all the way into the guy's ass. We had to give him laxatives and an enema just to get the thing out. I don't make that mistake anymore." She laughed out loud. Meyer groaned again. "Almost done," the doctor reassured him. She looked at her watch finally and pulled the smooth glass interloper out of Meyer's ass. "Oh dear," she said to her patient, "I was so hoping it was an equipment failure, but your temperature is definitely 105. And that, my friend," said the doctor, "is sadly a challenge for all three of us." She looked at the guard, and then at the clock, which read 4:20. "This is likely to be a much longer day than any of us planned, Jake. I have to find out what's wrong with him before I can leave, and that means you can't leave either." She looked up at Jake. "I'm going to need your help. He's not going to like most of what I have to do to him." She said. Then she shook her head sympathetically and addressed the prisoner again. "I'm sorry, David, I really am, but I can't let you go when you're ill, and a fever of 105 is definitely ill. You really don't have any symptoms you can tell me about?" She asked again. Meyer shook his head negatively. He could have told her how he felt if he chose to. He felt lousy. The fever had started nearly two weeks before, and it was wearing him out. He felt exhausted all of the time. But the doctor was part of the system; even if she was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. He never cooperated with the system. He never would. The "system" had screwed him since he was twelve. He wasn't about to make it easier for any of them. And he didn't trust them. What happened if they discovered something was wrong with him? What would they do? He didn't want to find out. "Okay then," she said, looking at the guard. "I guess we better get started trying to track this fever down." For the next few minutes, Alex pulled various medical tools and items from drawers and cupboards, and placed them on a small, stainless steel, wheeled cart. At one point she handed a hot water bottle to Jake and asked him to fill it with warm water from the sink in the bathroom, and then to leave it hanging in the small bathroom when he was done. Meanwhile, Alex continued to gather more pieces of equipment, and when she finished, she covered everything with a clean white cloth on the cart. David felt apprehensive, both over what the doctor was doing at the moment and what she was about to do to him. "All right now," Alex said finally, "I think we are ready at last. Mr. Meyer... David, I'm sorry I have to put you through all this, but you haven't given me much choice. If you want to tell me now whatever symptoms you are having, and we both know you must be having symptoms, then I won't have to keep looking in the wrong places, some of which might be quite uncomfortable for you. So, last chance...are you sure you don't have anything to say to me?" David stared at the ceiling above him, and kept silent. Doctor Alex sighed. "All right then, David. Don't say I didn't warn you." At first the exam was inconsequential. She looked in his ears, his mouth, even up his nose; took his blood pressure. Which was high, his pulse...which was quite rapid, and listened to his chest. While his pulse and blood pressure indicated he was indeed not healthy, nothing pointed in a particular direction. "Jake, can you help me for a bit? In the interest of efficiency, there's one more thing I have to do with David while he's in this position." Jake wondered what "thing" the doctor was going to do, but he guessed David would not be thrilled. He was right. Alex asked the guard to retrieve the warm water bottle for her. While he returned to the tiny bathroom, Alex busied herself with a tall metal rack on wheels, the kind used to hang IV bags and the like, and then removed about eight feet of one inch tubing from the covered tray. When Jake showed up with the hot water bottle, the doctor hung the bag upside down on the tall rack, and then began attaching the tubing to the end of the bottle. The other end of the tubing had an odd looking nozzle about three inches long and as big around as a man's thumb. The end of the nozzle looked as though a condom, or perhaps a tiny pale balloon, was attached to it. As she assembled the pieces, David eventually realized what she was doing, but he said nothing. Alex could see his appalled expression. "You know what I'm doing, don't you David?" She asked, as she walked toward him. She touched his right shoulder gently, and he flinched. "You are right...I am going to give you an enema...two in fact. But if you've had one before you know they don't hurt, so just relax. It's uncomfortable, but it's not painful. Cramping mostly. Have you had one before?" "Not since I was baby," he snapped at her. "Well I guess it's about time then," she replied cheerfully. She reached for a pair of green latex gloves and started putting them on, and then continued. "Jake, I just needs you to stand by in case Mr. Meyer has a strong objection to this invasion of his dignity." "Oh!" She said suddenly, "We'll need to adjust the chair first. If you look at the middle of the exam bed, you'll see two narrow panels?" Jake walked over to where she gestured and nodded. "I need you to pull up on the end of each panel just slightly to release the catch," She paused while he did as she instructed. There was a distinct click, and then a second one. "Now, pull them slowly toward you until you can remove them completely." When they were removed, a six-inch gap across the width of the gurney allowed Meyer's left hip to fall slightly into the space. She asked Jake to retrieve the portable commode on the far side of the room and place it directly beneath the empty space in the exam bed, adjusting it up higher with a pedal that raised or lowered the entire commode. When he finished, the distance between the bed and the toilet was a matter of less than two inches. She turned toward David then. "Okay, I'm going to prep you now to take this nozzle without discomfort, so I'll apply some lubricating gel to your anus, and it might feel cold." She poured a generous amount of the clear fluid on her fingers and rubbed them around his tight opening. "Here we go," she said; as she massaged his shy rectal opening in slow, gentle circles. She began to apply more pressure as David clenched his cheeks to block her entrance to his passage, but she soon won out in her contest with his sphincter, and pushed her index finger slowly into his rectum until it was completely inside him. The Doctor Is In She located his prostate, but detected no abnormalities as she probed it. Then she pulled her finger slowly out part way, and then reinserted it again slowly, in and out and in and out, as if she were masturbating him with her finger. David could feel stirrings in his groin, and squeezed his eyes shut in horror as his cock began to waken from its sleep. When she pulled her index finger out completely, she reapplied the gel and this time inserted two fingers slowly past his tight ring. He clenched against her assault for a moment and then suddenly relaxed, as if he realized the hopelessness of his resistance. "What I'm trying to do now, David is to loosen your canal just a bit for a procedure we'll do shortly. But it will help with taking in the enema nozzle too." After a moment she withdrew her gloved fingers, then rubbed them onto a specimen card, which she laid carefully aside. "I'll have the lab test that for blood. Bleeding in your colon could indicate several issues that might result in fever," she told David. She checked the hanging bag to make sure it was secure, and the clamp to make sure it controlled the flow of water sufficiently, and then she came at David with two large blue paper and plastic sheets and gestured to David to lift his hips a bit. He complied. The blue sheets were placed on either side of the gap, protecting the black leather examination chair and David as well. She could see David cringe as she approached him with the enema nozzle. "I'm sorry, David," she said, "but there are several good reasons for doing this. I need the first enema to give me a clean and unobstructed view of your colon to see whatever might be going on down there, and," she paused while she adjusted the head of the nozzle and placed one hand on his right cheek, "more importantly, I need to get your fever down in a hurry. Cold water levages are very helpful in that regard. That's why you're getting a second enema." David shuddered visibly at her words. She pulled his butt cheeks apart to get a clear view of his anus, and then quickly pressed the nozzle unceremoniously into his rectum. He flinched again as it entered him. "I'm going to unclamp the water now, but I'll keep the flow slow so you don't have much cramping. I think you should be able to handle the whole bag, but let me know if it's too much." David was distressed as the warm water entered his bowels. It was not horrible, but it was invasive, and degrading. If he didn't have a reputation as a tough guy, he might have cried at the indignities he was being made to endure. "Okay, David, that wasn't so bad was it?" Dr. Alex asked him finally, as she squeezed the last of the water out of the bag and into his intestines. "Now I need you to hold that for as long as you can, but I've used a special nozzle that will act as a plug until I remove it, so don't worry about leakage." After a few minutes, David moaned, in obvious discomfort from the cramping. The doctor massaged his abdomen to relieve the cramps, and David's member began to stand up again. "Jake," she said now. "I need you to help me turn David onto his back, and pull him upright a little so his butt is directly over the opening in the bench. I'll lift up the head of the bench so he can sit up more comfortably. Pretty clever, isn't it?" Jake nodded at her in agreement as he undid the restraints on one leg. "Okay," she said, when David had been properly situated. "Back to finishing the process." She reached down and grabbed the section of the enema hose that now hung about a foot below the seat, deflated the balloon sealing David's opening, and removed the nozzle from his anus. When David's bowels had emptied, she removed the green gloves she wore and tossed them into the trash. She washed her hands, and then put a clean pair of gloves on. The doctor spoke to David again. "The next one will be less volume, but you'll have to hold it for at least ten minutes for it to do any good. I want to warn you now that the water is going to be quite cold, and that will make you pretty darned uncomfortable. But you don't want to end up in the hospital do you? This will get your fever down in a hurry." "Jake?" Dr. Alex asked, "can you help me put him back on his side for this enema? We sure are getting a work out aren't we?" They lowered the head of the bed again, and turned their patient on his side. "Damn!" she interjected, "I almost forgot to take your temperature again, David." He looked uneasy, so she reassured him. "With your fever so high, I really need to use the rectal thermometer again, but if your fever has gone down a bit, you might not have to have the second enema, so it's worth checking." Without giving David time to think about it, she stuck the instrument into his rectum again. "If your fever goes to 106, you go straight into the hospital, and if you think what I'm doing is bad, wait till you see what they do to get your fever down." She laughed. "This is child's play compared to their procedures." "Oh dear," she said when she finally removed the thermometer. "Your fever seems to be going up a little...it's 105.4 now. Not good David. Are you sure you don't want to tell me where it hurts?" She waited, but he said nothing. "Okay then, Jake, I need you to fill that bag with the coldest water you can get. Are there any bottles of water in the fridge?" There were two, which, added to the tap water made the water in the bag quite cold. "Here we go, David," she said, as she pulled aside his right cheek again to get a clear view of his rectum. "Relax, David, we're almost finished with all this," she said as the nozzle entered his colon. The cold water hit David's insides like someone dragged an icy knife through his intestines. He groaned, and the look on his face told the Doctor that he was in serious pain. "It's almost over, David," she soothed him. "The bag should take just a couple more minutes to empty, and then you just have to hold it for ten minutes." David looked at her with pleading eyes, the discomfort he felt more than evident on his face. After a minute or two, he began to shiver uncontrollably from the drastic cooling of his core. When the time had passed finally and David's ordeal was nearly ended, the doctor and the guard readjusted him onto his back so his butt was again positioned over the opening in the bench. The relief David felt when he was able to expel the cold water was written on his face. "Jake, I'm thinking we could make this easier on ourselves if we leave him on his back now and just have him put his feet flat on the bench, with his knees in the air. Do you think we can do that?" The two did it easily, and Alex thought she would not need David turned again for the rest of his exam. She spoke to David again. "I still have to get some clean samples from you, so in a minute I'm going to insert a probe into your bowel farther than my finger can go." While she spoke, she began changing her gloves again. "But to get a clear view of where I want to get the specimen, I'm going to use this speculum to open up your colon a bit." She lifted up a shiny chrome tool that looked like a narrow duckbill. "This doesn't hurt, David, so just relax. The hardest part is that I can only use water for lubricant." She stood at the end of the table and pushed his knees much further apart, leaving him feeling incredibly vulnerable. "Okay, David, take a deep breath in, then blow it out, and push with your ass as if you were going to the bathroom" He looked at her with obvious hatred, but he did what he was told. She pushed the end of the tool into his rectum, and then opened the speculum as wide as she could inside him, and tightened the screw that held it open. David grunted his objection to the intrusion. He felt full, as if he needed to go to the bathroom. "Since it would contaminate the specimen, I have to do this part without lubrication too," she said, "so I hope I stretched you out enough that this next part isn't too terribly painful. It will most likely scratch more than anything, but sometimes it doesn't glide easily and kind of irritates your colon going in and coming out. Let me know if that happens and I can treat the irritation for you." She shined a small flashlight into his rectum to see his colon clearly. David was mortified, but it was just another procedure as far as Alex was concerned. When she determined a suitable location for her scraping, she returned to the metal tray and retrieved what looked like a silver baton, with a tiny brush attached to the end. She inserted the rod deeply into his canal through the opening created by the speculum, rubbed it over his tender intestinal wall aggressively like a scrub brush, then pulled it back quickly. David yelped as it exited his passage. After she inspected it carefully to make sure she had the sample she needed, she released the brush head end so that it dropped cleanly into the small plastic bag she used to contain it for the lab. She sealed the bag, and then placed both the bag and the rod back on the table. Then she carefully closed the speculum, and removed it from David's colon. "Okay David, one last thing. I need to keep a close eye on your temperature now. It's too high just to check it every now and then." She held up something that looked like a six inch long white rod with a white wire attached to one end. "This is called a rectal probe. It tracks your core temperature and warns me if it goes up at all. I'm going to insert it into your rectum now, and it will stay there until I remove it." David decided there was no point in objecting to her intentions. It was clear she was not open to negotiation on this plan, no more than she had been on anything else she had done to him. He felt humiliated, perhaps even emasculated a little, but he just hoped it would soon be over. When she place the thermometer inside him and taped the sensor wire to the inside of David's thigh, she spoke to the officer. "Now Jake," she said. "I think what I'll do is take a blood sample and some urine first, and then I'll take all the specimens to the lab and see if they'll rush them through. Maybe we'll get some answers for this fever." She patted David gently on the shoulder. "Okay, so first I'll get a blood sample." She picked up a syringe and soft rubber tubing and laid the syringe with a large gauge needle down for a moment while she tied the rubber tubing tightly around his upper arm. When a suitable vein popped up, she inserted the needle into his arm, released the rubber tubing tied around his bicep, and collected several vials of his blood. She set them aside and then turned back to David. "Now I need a urine sample. I'm sorry, but I need a clean catch, David, and since you can't exactly take care of it yourself, I'll just have to go get it." She picked up a thin, clear plastic tube, about 3 feet long. "Where the hell do you think you're going to put that?" David said threateningly. "As Jake would say, 'anywhere I want' she snapped back, "but it's going into your penis so I can get to your bladder. If you behaved yourself and didn't hurt people," she said, "you would be able to do this yourself." David stared defiantly at her for a long moment, and then dropped his gaze again. "I would never hurt you," he said very quietly. Alex was fairly sure she heard him correctly, but she did not respond. She stepped between David's legs at the foot of the exam bed, and he shut his eyes tightly as she once more pushed his knees far apart. "This hurts a little David, but it isn't going to kill you. There are worse things I could do to you," she said as she lifted his penis away from his crotch. "I promise I'll be as gentle as I can." She wiped the head of his penis with an alcohol swab, and then washed the whole penis down again with a cotton swab soaked in beta dine. Then, without fanfare, she picked up the narrow tube from the tray and started threading it through his penis. The pain was severe, but just as David was about to cry out, the tube finally entered his bladder, so that the dreadful irritation in his penis abated a little. She collected the clean sample, and then to David's dismay, began to pull the tube right back out again. It hurt coming out just as much as it had when she put it in. When she finished, Alex set the sample and the tube carefully aside and turned back to examine David's crotch. (Might as well check out his genitals while I'm at it,) She said to herself. She looked at the underside of his penis for lumps or lesions, stroked his thickening member slowly to pull his foreskin away from the head and to enlarge his opening for visual inspection, and generally prodded and poked all around his privates. She asked him twice to cough as she pushed her fingers deeply into his lower abdomen on either side of his precious sack, and then turned to his balls, which were quite large. She wondered when the last time David had cum, but didn't ask. Her curiosity was personal, not professional. David was aroused once again by her attentions. He could not believe such a beautiful woman could have her hand on his cock and be so clinical about it. If he could rid himself of the restraints, he would show her how much he wanted her, and what being with a real man could mean. He sighed out of frustration. When she began to carefully inspect his testacies, she felt his cock slowly growing in her hand as soon as she lifted it up and moved it to the side to keep it out of the way of examining his balls. "Here Jake, hold this for me," she said, indicating David's cock. "I seem to be stimulating him a bit, and I don't want him engorged before I get finished examining him." She looked down at her hand. "Oops" she said, "too late I guess." She rechecked his circumcised cock now that it was enlarged, pulling down the foreskin again and examining the opening carefully as the shaft swelled impressively toward its full size. She turned to look at David's face. "At least I'll be able to get the last sample I need after all. I thought I would have to wait a bit. I need a semen sample, David, to eliminate a couple of venereal diseases that could be responsible for your fever. I know you won't be happy about this, but neither of us has a choice, so I don't want any trouble from you." She warned David, and then continued, "There's a drug that would make you ejaculate, but I don't have any here. I wish I did." "Any thoughts, Jake?" she said. "He can't exactly masturbate with his hands tied." "Well, I guess I could finish him off for you if you want," Jake answered hesitantly, as if he was willing to make a sacrifice for the general good. He stared at David's enormous cock. "It looks like he's halfway there already," he said and grinned. "I guess that would work too," she answered. She smiled at Jake, and then turned to David. She had known the minute she saw the guard that his inclinations were definitely leaning toward men. "Would that be okay with you David? Would you mind if Jake brought you to orgasm?" David didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't gay, but he had been curious for a long time what it would be like to be with a man. All he knew for sure was that the constant attention to his genitals had brought him several times to the point of orgasm, and each time abruptly, painfully, it had stopped a moment too soon. He was more aroused and sexually frustrated than he had ever been. Having the beautiful doctor take care of his need would have been much preferable, but he guessed this would suffice. "Do what you have to do," he answered finally. Jake pulled a chair up next to the bed, and sat down, picking up David's large beautiful cock as he did so. He couldn't believe his luck. He got to play with this wonderful shaft on doctor's orders, and company time. He gently stroked the stiffening rod in his hand, closing his eyes to concentrate on the warmth spreading in his own groin. Alex could see the bulge in Jake's pants growing. David had closed his eyes too, partly from embarrassment, and partly to focus on the pleasant feelings emanating from his crotch with Jake's persistent stroking. He was unused to stimulation by a man, or having an audience watch as he climaxed. With their eyes closed, neither of the men noticed the doctor's lustful expression as she watched them interact. After a bit, David's cock was full and hard and magnificent. It was nearly three inches across, and well over eight inches long. Alex looked longingly at the organ standing straight and tall now in Jake's capable hand. It had been months since she had been with anyone, and she missed the warm tingle she felt when there was a man deep inside her; the passionate, overwhelming release as her orgasm rippled through her body. (What I wouldn't give to be riding that amazing rod,) she thought. She felt her arousal flare in her groin again and tried unsuccessfully to dispel it. She had work to do! Unconsciously, she flexed and released her pelvic muscles to arouse herself to orgasm, even while she chastised herself for getting carried away. David brought her back to reality with a sensual groan. As Alex watched the two men again, she felt herself giving in to her desires, uncontrollably compelled to participate in their sexual fulfillment. She leaned over and moved Jake's hand out of the way, then put her lips on David's cock, kissing it gently from tip to stern. Then she licked it and flickered her tongue on the way back up the heavenly shaft, moaning her delight as she did. David looked at the doctor with lust and longing in his eyes and shuddered as she pleasured him. Abruptly, Jake pushed the doctor's head into his own lap, where his unzipped pants revealed a substantial cock of his own. It was not as big around as David's, though every bit as long, but Alex wanted David, not Jake. She tried to escape Jake's grasp, but to her dismay, the guard thrust his engorged penis against her lips relentlessly and begged her to service him. Finally, she gave in to him and put her lips over his cock. Jake moaned at her caress, and felt the trembling beginnings of what he knew would be a glorious orgasm. As the sensations built, Jake removed one hand from David's cock for a moment and put it on the back of Alex's head, forcing her mouth down over his throbbing shaft. She felt Jake's member slide steadily into her throat, first gagging her with the invasion, then as she breathed through her nose as Jake instructed, gliding more easily until she was able to take in much of the nine inches. She found herself succumbing to the sexuality of this exchange, but she still longed for David. Jake began to tremble and Alex was thankful he was about to cum. Just as she thought it, he began to shoot his cum into her mouth, holding tight to her head, and groaning with his overwhelming pleasure. Over and over he shot his seed into her mouth, and with Jake's hand still holding her head firmly down on his shaft, all she could do was swallow. While Alex serviced Jake, the guard had not relinquished his one-handed grip on David's cock, though he had been momentarily distracted by his own orgasm. David's cock still bulged in Jake's hand, however, and David looked eager to be relieved of the incredible longing in his groin. Released by Jake finally, Alex returned to David's lap in earnest now, using her mouth to caress David's cock. David twisted back and forth in his restraints, unable to relieve or respond freely to the pressure building within him, and groaned loudly when her tongue finally pleasured him to orgasm. Jake's cock began to stiffen as he watched David and Alex, just as David's cock began to shoot white bands of semen onto his own stomach. He offered his swelling cock to David, and David opened his mouth to receive it. The Doctor Is In Alex pushed Jake aside just long enough to grab David's cock and aim it into a specimen cup, so she could have the semen sample she needed. Then Jake returned to receive David's sensual attention with his lips and tongue on Jake's growing cock. Meanwhile, the doctor began to squirm with her own unresolved sexual arousal and frustration. Jake could see her obvious distress, so he lifted up the tails of her white coat and shoved his hand down inside the front of her slacks, immediately sensing the wetness flowing from inside her. He gently pushed his fingers past her swollen outer lips and deep into her vagina, pressing two fingers into her glorious pussy while his thumb stroked her clitoris until she writhed in pleasure. Between David's administrations to his cock, and his own exploration of Alex's wonderful pussy, Jake felt himself tingle all over, a precursor of the explosion to come. And cum he did, shooting his white fluid into David's mouth just as Alex cried out softly from her equally incredible orgasm. Afterwards, when they had sufficiently recovered, the two prison employees cleaned themselves up, and rearranged their clothing. Then Alex dampened a cloth and gently wiped both Jake's seed and David's own seed from David's chest, his mouth, and even as far as one of his thighs. "Well!" The doctor finally said. "Back to the business at hand. Where were we again?"