10 comments/ 226778 views/ 49 favorites A Visit to the Doctor Ch. 01 By: mmostly The solid click of the door closing behind her left Mary standing alone in her doctor's office examining room. The nurse had said she was the last patient of the day, to get undressed, and that the doctor would be along shortly. She glanced out the high, small window covered lushly with bright green leaves hidden in shade. Outside, it was quiet. She began to slip out of her things in preparation. She tossed her t-shirt onto a nearby chair, and undid her bra. Her small but substantial breasts stood up in the slight cold. Unzipping her jeans, she had hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties when the door opened behind her unexpectedly. Mary turned with a start. "Sorry," replied the doctor, "I didn't mean to surprise you." Mary was even more surprised by the doctor's look. She had been expecting her usual practitioner-a nice, if boring, middle-aged gentleman. Instead she faced a surprisingly young woman. Mary was young, tall, limber and solid, with a chin-length tangle of goth-black hair and dark eyes. Her doctor seemed even younger by a few years, as well as several inches shorter, with cropped bright red hair, and green eyes. "I can step out while you finish undressing." She reached for the door handle. "No!" Mary said, perhaps a bit too quickly, surprising herself. "It's nothing you won't be seeing in a few minutes anyway" she replied, shimmying her pants and panties to the floor. "I'm Thora,” the young doctor finally said. "Your usual practitioner couldn't make it. I'm just finishing up a residency, and I'm totally qualified to perform your exam, but we can reschedule you if you'd be more comfortable with someone with more experience." "No, that's fine" Mary replied as she slipped on the paper robe, and scooted up onto the examining table. Thora waited for her to slide back on the reclining seat, then gently took her feet in her hands and guided them to the stirrups. She adjusted them, pushing them further apart, so that Mary had to slide closer to the end of the table. She looked blankly at the lights and the ceiling panels-this part of the exam always seemed so weird. No matter how comfortable she was with her body, nudity, or the usual process, the transition from clothed to thin paper dress, legs splayed, cunt open, seemed so sadly clinical. Not that she had thought of it as being sensual either-especially now with a woman doctor—It just hovered somewhere, indefinably in-between. She glanced over at Thora casually collecting her instruments, slipping rubber gloves over her slender fingers, and pulling up a rolling stool. "We'll start with a breast exam, if that's OK." "Yeah, that's fine," Mary smiled. Thora walked to Mary's side and drew her gown down to her stomach, exposing her breasts. She'd never been big enough for a mammogram, so she was used to the doctor feeling her up for lumps. Thora's hands felt surprisingly warm when they first touched Mary's side. She held her palms firmly against her flesh—not grabbing, but with purpose—rubbing circles around the edges of Mary's small mounds, moving toward the center, orbiting her nipples. Mary shut her eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way Thora touched her (definitely), but it seemed too familiar—gentle-in a way that making eye contact would have solidified. "I'm reading too much into it," Mary thought, but she shivered slightly anyway as Thora's fingers brushed her now stiffening nipples—her hands massaging (could she call it that?) one breast and then the other. "Well, those seem fine," Thora beamed. "Are you ready for the rest?" Mary pulled her apron back up over her chest. "As I'll ever be." Thora situated the stool between Mary's legs and sat down, disappearing from Mary's sight behind the raised skirt. "OK, here comes..." Mary tensed at the expectation of cold hands slathered in colder lubricant. Instead there was a gentle tap at her outer labia-firm fingers pulling her lips apart. Even through the gloves, they felt warm. "She must have warmed the lube in a pan of hot water," Mary thought. "Nice touch. I guess she would know more about that than the usual guy doc, anyway." "I'm just going to look at your vulva to make sure everything's pink and healthy," came Thora's reassuring voice. She spoke professionally, but comfortably. Mary could feel her fingers sliding between the folds of her inner and outer lips, gently grasping the edges between two fingers and pulling them to one side or the other, then a single finger gliding from the opening of her vagina up to her clitoris. The lube felt even warmer than before. She stifled a small gasp. Did she just imagine Thora's finger making a few unnecessary circles around the tip, or did she just want to imagine it? "I'm going to go into you now, Mary. I want you to feel relaxed before I put the speculum in, so it'll be more comfortable, OK?" Mary felt a single finger palpitate the opening to her pussy—softly, spreading the lubricant around the edges before slipping further inwards. It moved slowly on, making circular motions, loosening her muscles. Her previous doctors had certainly never afforded her this particular courtesy. She relaxed more, letting go of her tension, humming inwardly. Her snug pussy opened a little more to accept a second finger as it joined the first. The fingers started to pump in and out. Mary hoped the previously applied lube masked her own juices as they began to seep out around Thora's hand. Just as she was about to really begin enjoying it, the fingers were gone, replaced by cool metal. The shock was electric in her hot hole, and her muscles tensed quickly around the instrument. Was it an oversight? Could Thora have thought of warming the lube, but forgotten the speculum? The thought crossed her mind that it had been purposeful. The sensation had been undeniably erotic. It only intensified as the metal wings opened inside her, spreading her to Thora's eyes. She wanted to see that look. Was it still professional—or did it contain a hint of a smirk? A second later, the procedure was done—the metallic wedge popped from between her legs. She felt Thora's hand softly rub the opening. "There...all better." Mary inhaled deeply and relaxed. She had tensed up during Thora's exploration—not out of discomfort, but rising pleasure. Should she be enjoying this? Even if she shouldn't, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was definitely turned on—the kind of building arousal that wanted a good, slow fuck to bring it down. She hoped everything was over so that she could get home and relieve herself. She heard a "snap." Thora had pulled on a fresh set of gloves, and was peering over the raised ridge of the gown into Mary's eyes. "Have you ever had a rectal exam?" Mary felt her stomach tighten a little. "Um, no, not so far." "It's really no big deal; it's all part of the package. We just want to make sure everything's healthy everywhere." She smiled. Mary couldn't read whether it was friendly reassurance, or genuine cheer. "OK." "Don't worry. I'll go really slow and explain everything I'm doing. You won't be uncomfortable, I promise." "I hope," Mary thought. Thora began to readjust the stirrups. She pulled them a little further apart, then pushed them back so that Mary's knees bent towards her chest. She marveled at how newly exposed she felt, even after the normal exam. She wasn't afraid of any pain or discomfort, but the knowledge that Thora's fine fingers would shortly be plugged into her virgin anus made her breathe more quickly. The heaving of her chest scraped her nipples against the rough paper surface. "I'm going to start applying some lubricant. I want you to relax—I'm not going to go into you yet." Mary nodded. She could feel the crack of her ass spread open, the small pucker of her asshole exposed to the cold air—then, warmth, wetness. The flat surface of Thora's thumb pressed against her, rubbing softly up and down the tiny opening; making slow circles around the raised ridge. She tensed at first, clenching her rectum shut, but presently warmed to the miniature massage, and let her muscles relax. Thora's index finger replaced her thumb, and traced its way ever so lightly around the ring of her asshole, grazing the edges and ripples of her flesh. It drew some liquid up towards her perineum, and slid back and forth on the taut, smooth bridge of skin between her twin openings. She couldn't help but let a sigh escape. "You're doing so good, Mary," Thora almost whispered. For her own part, she was absorbed in the view of Mary's open sex and quivering, inviting ass. As much as she wanted to plunge a finger knuckle-deep into Mary's butt, she held off. She had to be gentle, inviting—make Mary want it first. With her other hand, she stroked the insides of Mary's thighs and the goose-pimpled roundness of her ass. She could tell her breathing was getting deeper, more rhythmic. She could see her wide open pelvic area push forward to gingerly meet her finger. "Mary, I'm going to start pushing my finger into you now." She looked into Mary's widening, expectant eyes. "I'm going to put my finger into your ass," she said firmly, but evenly, as if she were saying anything ordinary—It made Mary's heart race. "Are you ready for that?" Mary started to open her mouth, but could only nod. Thora had looked directly into her eyes when she had told Mary that she was going to let her penetrate her anus—she knew that's what had happened. It hadn't really been a question. She was stunned at the younger woman's assurance in herself, but she knew she would acquiesce anyway. She'd never had anal sex, never been touched there, by herself or anyone else, or ever really thought about it. It hadn't really occurred to her as an erotic area. At the most, sometimes when she masturbated, the cum from her pussy would run over her perineum and pool in the pucker of her asshole, leaving her crack sticky—a sensation she kind of enjoyed, but had never explored. Now she would. The tip of Thora's finger pushed slightly into the middle of Mary's anus. She could feel it pulse in anticipation, then spread to take her in—the dark ring sucking like a pursed mouth on the end of her finger. Mary drew in a deep breath. The sensation barely registered, but she knew with precision what was happening. A tingling warmth was growing, spreading out from Thora's probing finger. Almost without thinking, she pressed her body towards that intrusion, swallowing it a little more inside her rectum. Thora added a finger—positioning her thumb at Mary's cunt. With every tiny increment into Mary's ass, she would draw back. When she pulled her finger away from her butt, the thumb would delve into her increasingly wet, open pussy. Moment by moment, each finger pushed ever so slightly further into her—the twin rhythm of penetration and withdrawal loosening Mary's resistance—in her anus and in her mind. She slipped a hand under her gown and began to rub her breast and pinch her nipple. She hoped Thora wouldn't notice. Her pussy was streaming juice, now. She concentrated on the sensation of Thora's finger opening her ass... "How does that feel...are you comfortable?" Thora asked quietly. "It...it feels good," Thora moaned, embarrassed to have admitted it. Her face flushed. Why had she said it felt good? Thora had only asked if she was comfortable, not if she was getting turned on—but then, whom was she kidding? She knew what Thora wanted. "It feels really good." "It does, doesn't it? You just have to know the right way to touch." Thora had her finger an inch deep in Mary's asshole when she felt the next ring. It wasn't ready to take her all in yet, so she just pumped in and out to the same point, gliding over the slick, hard muscle. She removed her thumb from Mary's vagina, held her finger in her ass as far as it would go, and began to curl it upwards, making a "come hither" motion. Mary groaned and squirmed. Aside from the new sensation in her butt, Thora's motions pushed the walls of her vagina together and rubbed against her g-spot. This was incredible, she thought. One hand gripped the side of the table, while the other pulled harder on her nipple. She squeezed her breast, and rubbed her hand further down on her stomach, straining to stop, afraid to go further, afraid Thora would see her and know how turned on she was. She could see a mirror over the washstand behind Thora's shoulder. Framed there was the image of her splayed legs—long, shapely, bent almost pornographically open—and between, a slender white-gloved finger pressed deeply into a small, hungry anus, surrounded by smooth olive skin. It was her, but she watched it like a voyeur....an inquisitive finger poking in an out...the wrinkled ring of an asshole stretching, pulsing open and closed with each thrust...the cheeks of the butt tightening and relaxing with arousal...She wanted to see that gloved finger do more—take the new woman's ass with determination, with speed and lust—make her want her butt fucked—make her feel sexy and slutty and womanly and dirty and powerful all at the same time—pried open to another woman's desire and exploration. Her chest was practically heaving at this point. Sweat broke out on her chest. "Mary?" Thora's voice brought her back. "Mary, I want you to bear down on me, on my finger. I want to go further into you." "Yes." What had just been taut, slick muscle around Thora's finger became pillows of soft, rolling flesh. She quickly added a second finger to her first, and shoved them further into Mary's ass, past the last ring of muscle, and fully, deeply into her rectum. "Ohhhhh!" Mary gasped hard. She had never felt so full. Nothing had ever felt so deep within her—those fingers probing her gut, stretching her, taking her. She could only bear down for a second, and then closed hard around Thora's fingers. They didn't move. "It's OK. Just get used to the sensation. I know it's new, but it can be sooo good." Thora's fingers stayed locked in Mary's ass, but stirred gently, massaging, tugging, pushing, without coming out or causing any friction. It felt like heaven, only tighter. Suddenly Thora kissed the flesh under Mary's uplifted ankle. Softly, her lips brushed the sensitive area, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick it. She kissed more firmly, fully, trailing pecks up her calf. "Oh..yesss," Mary gasped. "Show me how you touch yourself. I want to see you come. Give me your hand." Mary hesitated, but let her hand slide down towards her crotch. Thora took it eagerly, and placed it against her sopping pussy. "Touch yourself....please," she whispered. She'd never masturbated in front of anyone, but then again, she'd never been aroused by a woman, or had anyone finger-fuck her ass before either—first time for everything... The paper robe had become loose form her writhing, and slipped off her breasts. Thora pulled it all away, so that Mary lay there completely exposed—a sleek expanse of silky olive skin, a tiny navel in a tight belly, pert tits jutting upwards, and those legs-long, fast, spread just for her. Mary traced her finger around her labia, slipping in the wetness, pulling back the hood from her stiff clitoris, tugging it up and down with a hooked finger. As turned on as she was, she went slow. She wanted this feeling to last. "Oh, Mary, your fingers look so beautiful in your cunt." Thora was breathing heavily, too. Mary put a finger on each side of her lips and rubbed the length of her vulva. She slipped inside her vagina and felt the bulge of Thora's fingers filling up her ass. She pulled out and ran her fingers over her bulging perineum and down to Thora's hand, plugged to the hilt in her tight asshole. She squeezed Thora's hand and rubbed the edges of her stretched hole, then moved back to her clitoris. She started rubbing harder, determined to get off—for Thora and for herself. The attention to her clit got more juices flowing, and soon their hands were soaked in it. She began grinding into Thora's hand, bucking against her fingers. Thora didn't need much urging, and started to pump her asshole, thrusting deeply, pulling back almost to withdrawal, then plunging back in. She worked her ass hard, fucking her with increasing speed, her knuckles straining against the confines, banging against Mary's ass. She pulled them all the way out, with a pop, and saw the newly gaping hole quiver, drooling cum, then shoved them back in, feeling no resistance. Mary bucked against her, moaning, grunting, fingers flying over her clit. "Oh...fuck....fuck...fuck..fuck." she gasped quietly—a litany, a song, an urging—until her orgasm hit, and time stopped altogether for her. A miniature explosion, the first second of the big bang. She felt Thora's fingers stuck tightly up her butt, then a spasm, her rectum gaping open, away from the intrusion, breathing in, then slamming shut, sucking Thora's fingers in to the hilt and more. Thora added the tip of her thumb, spreading Mary's asshole like a thick cock, and shoved hard. She curled her fingers behind the inner ring, locking them in position and tugged back and forth. "Oh, Ssshiiiit! yes! yes! yes! Yes! YES!" Mary grunted, straining, lifting her body off the table, writhing in ecstasy. Cum flowed from her cunt and squirted with her spasms—with such volume and force that she feared that she might have lost all control and was pissing on herself with abandon, but right then, it felt so good she didn't care. Thora pumped her fingers into her a few more times, then rested as Mary came down from her high. "Mary! Oh, Mary that was so gorgeous! You don't know how beautiful you look!" she gushed. Mary lay back, exhausted, blissful, floating on endorphins. Thora withdrew her hand from her anus and bent over Mary's chest, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her hard on the lips. Mary was dazed at first, then suddenly responsive, sucking on her, poking her tongue into her mouth, crushing their full lips together. She wanted to taste this woman who had just violated her so wonderfully. She held her head in her hands and drank from her, pressing her naked body and hard nipples into Thora's rough lab coat. Cold buttons marked her flesh. She was deliriously, fantastically spent. She held Thora tightly against her and breathed. A Visit to the Doctor Ch. 01 A couple of months ago my wife and I were on holiday. She started getting stomach pains and although they did not feel serious, she decided that a visit to the hotel doctor would be a good idea just as a precaution. She found out that the doctor was available from 2pm from the receptionist and eagerly awaited his arrival. "Are you waiting for the doctor?" a maid asked as she walked past Susan in the lobby. "Yes," Susan said as she sat patiently thumbing through a resort guide, "I don't think he gets here till two." "No, I think he is early. I'm sure he won't mind you popping in now. Just knock at the door, he uses room three for his consultations" the maid said smiling. Susan proceeded to room three, happy that she would be seen half an hour early as she had things planned later for that afternoon. She reached room three and gently knocked on the door. She heard a grunt, which she interpreted as the doctor beckoning her to enter. She opened the door and was amazed at the sight, which greeted her. The room, which was similar to the one we were staying in, but had been adapted into a doctor's surgery. There was a desk at the far end of the room with a blood pressure gauge on it and a personal computer. There was a folding screen to the right of the desk and a trolley and stretcher were clearly visible behind the screen. There was a bed to the left of the desk which looked more like a hospital bed than the kind that you find in a hotel room, and there, kneeling on the bed was a blonde haired nurse with her uniform pushed up around her waist clearly enjoying herself. The white uniform had a zip on the top half of the dress which was pulled all the way down allowing her large shapely breasts to hang down from her body. She wore white stockings and garter belt. However, her panties had clearly been removed as a tall good looking guy with steely grey hair wearing a white doctor's coat, stood behind her gently swaying backward and forward sliding his cock in and out of her as he stoked her backside. Susan could hardly believe her eyes. It quickly became evident to her that they had not noticed her. The doctor who had his eyes slightly closed was moaning softly. "God, I love women who wear stockings" he said as the nurse started tugging at her nipples with one hand while she stroked her clit with the other. Susan quietly slipped out of the room, her heart pounding against her ribs. She suddenly had an idea. She raced back to our room and slipped out of her shorts and tee shirt. I watched her as she took off her bikini top and put on a dress blouse. "What did the doctor say?" I asked. "Oh, I haven't been yet" she said. "What are you doing?" I asked as she removed her bikini bottoms and put on the whit lace embroidered thong that I got her for Valentine's Day. "I am getting dressed to go to the doctors" she said rolling a stocking up her thigh. "He will get an eye full if he has to examine you" I said admiring her as she fastened the suspenders onto the tops of her stockings. "Oh, I hope so" she said smiling wickedly. "What are you up to?" I asked. "I'll tell you later" she said, smoothing her long black skirt down over her thighs and dashing out of the door. She raced back to room three. This time she knocked smartly on the door and was greeted by the nurse in the white uniform that she saw enjoying herself earlier in the afternoon. "Good afternoon" the nurse said smiling at Susan. The zip on her dress was pulled down a couple of inches exposing a nice amount of cleavage, still slightly damp with perspiration from her earlier exertions. "Come in," said the nurse, "How can I help you?" "I want to see the doctor" said Susan. The nurse beckoned my wife to sit down while she sat down opposite her, crossing her legs and exposing an expanse of stocking covered thigh. "The doctor is out on an urgent call at the moment" the nurse said smiling. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "I am the practice nurse. Part of my duties is to carry out a pre-consultation assessment. If I could just take a few details." She said moving the mouse and knocking the screensaver off on the PC. After taking all of Susan's personal details down, she swivelled her chair round to face Susan, placing her stethoscope round her neck. "Okay, what seems to be the problem?" she said. "Well, here goes nothing" thought Susan. "Well, it's a bit embarrassing" she said, "Its sort of, well, my problem is of a sexual nature." "Oh!" the nurse said, clearly surprised. Susan could tell that she seemed to be quite intrigued. "Well, you are very lucky. The doctor has some expertise in psychosexual medicine." "I know, I've seen him practise" thought Susan. "What is the exact nature of this sexual problem?" the nurse asked taking a pen from her breast pocket. "Well, I have always experienced quite enjoyable orgasms when I have had sex but they have seemed to have stopped recently," said Susan. For the next five minutes, the nurse quizzed Susan over her alleged problems. The questions were at times, a little strange Susan thought. "How long is your husband's penis? Does your husband ever perform oral sex on you? Do you masturbate regularly? Do you use a vibrator? Have you ever had sex with more than one partner at once? Have you ever had sex with a woman?" Susan was sure that the nurse was just asking the questions for her own personal gratification. The nurse seemed to squirm round on the seat a lot enjoying the feel of her wetness. Susan could also feel herself getting turned on. Her nipples were stiffening up against her blouse and she noticed the nurse glancing at them on more than one occasion. When the nurse asked Susan if the idea of having sex with another woman repulsed her and she replied, "Not at all" the reaction from the nurse was very informative. "I shall now proceed to the physical part of the assessment" the nurse said. She leaned forward and placed the stethoscope on Susan's chest and after only a moment announced that she could not hear because the material of the blouse was causing too much disturbance. She pulled the screen around them and asked Susan to pop off her blouse. When Susan opened it to reveal her naked breasts, the nurse smiled. "I thought you were not wearing a bra" she said. "Your breasts are firm enough for you to get away with it. Do you like not wearing a bra?" Susan explained that she liked the freedom. "I never wear a bra at work" the nurse announced. "You see, the uniform has built in support." With this she unzipped the front to show Susan the inside of her dress. Susan also got a view of her magnificent tits at the same time. "Oh, very impressive" Susan said smiling at the thought that her comment could equally refer to her tits as her dress. The nurse zipped her dress back up but not all the way and started examining Susan. She placed her stethoscope on Susan's tits and listened for a moment. "That's fine" she announced. Susan buttoned her blouse back up feeling her nipples harden as the nurse did not even hide her staring at them. "Now, let's get you out of that skirt and I'll have a look you" the nurse smiled. Susan stood up, unbuttoned her skirt and theatrically let it drop to the floor. The nurse gasped aloud. Susan stood before her in black stockings and garter belt with a tiny white lace triangle barely covering her sex. The dark brown curls of her pubes were clearly visible through the material. The nurse composed herself and asked Susan to take her panties off. "I'll need to make a few observations on this special form" she said. "Just sit up on the bench there." Susan bent over pulling her knickers down and slipping them off from around her ankles and parked her bottom on the edge of the bench. "open your legs dear" the nurse said. "Right - pubic hair." She placed her face close to Susan's crotch. "Dark brown. Now let's see. Labia? Mmmm, I can't see. Do you mind if I trim back your hair. It will make it easier for the doctor to examine you?" Susan shook her head. She could not speak as she was breathing quite hard now. The nurse took a clinical looking pair of scissors and trimmed all the pubic hair away from Susan's slit until it was clearly visible. "Yes, that's better. Pink and swollen, slightly wet" she said making notes. "Now, temperature" she said inserting a clinical thermometer she took from a metal container on the bench into Susan's vagina. As she inserted it, her fingers lingered on Susan's slit. "Smell, mmm, musky" she said scribbling more notes onto the form. She removed the thermometer from Susan and glanced at the reading. "Thirty seven point two, that's fine" she said. "And finally, ah taste" she said looking deliberately at Susan as she said it. Susan raised one eyebrow and looked back at her. The nurse inserted her index finger into Susan and expertly moved it in and out a few times before withdrawing it and dipping it into her mouth. "Oh, hard to tell. All that I can taste is the soap I used to wash with before the examination." She placed her hands on Susan's knees and opened her legs still further while she crouched down at the same time till her face was level with Susan's crotch. "You don't mind do you" she asked. "No, not at all" said Susan leaning back in anticipation. Within seconds she felt the tip of the nurse's tongue run up her slit and part her lips. She then felt it flick quickly over her clit and then the nurse placed her lips over the clit and she gently sucked at it. Susan had never felt anything like it in her life. No man had ever made her feel like this during oral sex. The nurse then drove her tongue in and out of Susan a few times as if it were a cock and she was fucking her before standing up and licking her lips and smiling at Susan. "Sweet, I think. Yes, sweet, faintly reminiscent of cantaloupe" she announced. Susan heard the door open from behind the screen. The doctor must have returned. The nurse told Susan to put her skirt back on but leave her pants off. "You will only have to take them off again," she said. "I hope so," thought Susan smiling. The nurse disappeared behind the screen and Susan heard her whispering something to the doctor. After a while she came back behind the screen and announced that the doctor was ready to see her now. The nurse led her around the screen and Susan saw the doctor sitting behind her desk smiling at her. "Stay there Mrs er.." the doctor said thumbing through the notes the nurse had prepared. "Just call me Susan" my wife said. The nurse joined the doctor behind the high desk. "Right, can you drop your skirt for me Susan?" the doctor said. Susan nodded and unbuttoned her skirt and let it slip to the floor just as she had done for the nurse. She stood before both of them naked from the waist down apart from her stockings and shoes. The doctor stared right at her sex. She could see both of his hands visible on the desk but from the movements of the nurse, it was obvious that she had unzipped his pants and was wanking him off. "Right turn around and bend over" the doctor ordered. Susan did exactly as she was told and as she glanced back, she noticed that the nurse's head had disappeared behind the desk. The doctor made a moan of appreciation. Susan did not know if it was from the treatment the nurse was giving him or the view of her derriere and pouting lips, after the nurse had given her a pubic trim. The doctor motioned the nurse to sit up and Susan heard him zip up his flies. "Right Susan, just lie down on the trolley over here" her requested. Susan straightened up, climbed onto the trolley and lay down. The doctor came over to the trolley, his large erection still evident beneath his trousers. He pulled up a stool on wheels at the foot of the trolley and the nurse came round to the side and took Susan's hand. The doctor said, "I see from the notes that my nurse has been very thorough. However, I would like to give you an examination myself" he said parting Susan's thighs. "I am going to manipulate your sexual organs and note any responses. Is that okay?" he asked. Susan nodded and without a moment of delay, the doctor slipped his index finger into Susan's vagina. After it was wet he withdrew it and very lightly began circling Susan's clitoris with it. Susan closed her eyes and began enjoying those familiar feelings. After about a minute she distinctively felt the hot wetness of the doctor's mouth on her clit. She heard him lapping at it and had to stop herself crying out in ecstasy. "I'm getting quite hot. Do you mind unbuttoning my blouse?" Susan gasped at the nurse. The nurse smiled and deftly undid all the buttons on her blouse and pulled it wide open. The doctor glanced up at Susan's breasts and Susan looked down to see him unzip his trousers and slide his cock into view. Clearly, from the easy way the doctor accessed it, he was not wearing any underwear. The nurse placed her hands on Susan's breasts and started gently tweaking and rotating her nipples. The doctor now stood up announced to the nurse, "I'm going for an insertion." He slid his trousers off to reveal and long, thin, slightly curved cock capped with a dark tuft of curls and a tight nut sack below. He slowly slid it into Susan and rubbed her clit as he screwed her. Susan reached over and pulled the zip of the nurse's dress down. Her magnificent tits bounced into view as the dress slid off her shoulders and down to the floor. She leaned over and dangled them into Susan's eager, awaiting mouth. Susan could feel her move around as she reached down and slid her knickers off over her white, lace topped stockings. The nurse took Susan's hand and placed it over her wet pussy. Susan slipped her fingers up and down her slit as best she could. "Do you want it?" asked the nurse. "Of, yes please" Susan enthused. The nurse climbed on to the trolley and sat her crotch over Susan's face. Susan who was familiar with eating out women ate her for all she was worth as the doctor grunted to signal he was about to cum. The nurse swivelled around on Susan's tongue and took the doctor's cock in her mouth as he pumped his cum down her throat. The nurse then buried her face into Susan's crotch and started sucking her clit again. As Susan reached a shattering climax the doctor looked on and said, "Well, I think that we have cured your problem Susan. However, you may need to make a few more visits to us while you are on holiday, just to check on your progress." A Visit to the Doctor Ch. 01 The room was cold but dazzlingly lit; the fluorescent lights above were almost painfully bright. Light was reflected off of all the stainless steel appliances in the office. Right in the middle of the room was a gynecologist's exam table, complete with stirrups and its own mini-lamp attachment. To the right of the chair I was sitting in was the sink and cabinets, to the left the door in. I noticed a small wheeled tabled next to the doctor's chair, but it was covered with a cloth and I couldn't see what was sitting on top. I moved to see what was under the cloth, but the door opened before I was able to lift it up. Quickly, I sat back down and folded my hands in my lap. I hate being caught looking through things. The doctor was a large man, dressed in pressed trousers and a dress shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie and the first few buttons of his shirt were open. A few dark chest hairs peaked out. Beneath the well-fitting clothes, I could make out strong, broad shoulders and a defined chest, as well as thick, burly legs. I was fascinated for a moment with the idea of seeing him naked. What a wonderful sight that would be! He sat down and opened my chart. As he read, I watched his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and wire rim glasses, his hair was ruffled from running his fingers through it, and his eyes looked tired. I glanced at the clock behind him and realized that it was almost seven; no doubt he had been running between patients for hours. "Alright, looks like you are here for a full exam," he said, looking up at me. "It seems that someone else called in your appointment for you," he looked down, then back at me, "a Mr. Mike Wales?" I blushed… Master had called for the appointment, but I didn't realize he had done anything more than that. I nodded. "He left special instructions. Is this your regular doctor, Ms. Young?" I blushed again. "No Sir. He is..." I didn't know how to explain. "Yes? He is your...?" he prompted. "Master," I replied timidly. "Ah... well that would explain why he wanted me to make sure you were wearing a butt plug when you got here." I blushed again. He sounded so intrigued. "Are you, Ms. Young?" he gleefully asked, grinning. Ooohh... what a fucker. I had hoped that I would be able to slip it out without anyone knowing when I changed into the paper gown. I looked down at my hands. "Yes Sir." He seemed to be picking up energy. Clearly, he was enjoying my discomfort. "Mr. Wales left specific instructions. I am to check and make sure that you indeed are. Please stand up and put your hands on the wall." I stared at him, my mouth open. He wanted me to do what? He stood up. "I don't have all day, Ms. Young. Stand up, turn around, and put your hands on the wall above your head." Though he tried to sound stern and professional, the bulge in his trousers revealed that he was clearly enjoying the scene playing out before him. I stood up slowly, feeling uncertain, but also excited, nervous, and aroused. Master had not told me anything special would be happening, just that I needed an exam and he had made me an appointment. As I put my hands up onto the wall, I felt the doctor's hands lifting my skirt. "Bend over a little more," he ordered as he pulled down my panties. I felt him grab my ass, pulling my cheeks wide apart to check between them. He chuckled, tapping the base lightly. "Good girl." He pulled away, leaving me to pull up my panties and right my skirt. He marked something in my chart, then turned to the exam table. When he turned back around, I noticed the paper gown in his hand. "Strip." But he set the gown on the counter, far away from me. I moved to get it, but he stopped me. "Nope. Mr. Wales wants the exam done with you completely nude." And then he sat down. I hesitated for a moment, thinking he would leave. "Your Master wants me to watch and examine your body as you undress. Please get moving Ms. Young. I don't have time for you to waste." I pulled off my top and skirt, then reached behind my back to undo my bra catches. The doctor stood up, openly shifting the bulge in his pants before coming forward and pulling the bra out of my hand. Apparently I was moving too slow. He cupped each of my breasts in his large, beefy hands. Master had carefully laid bruises the night before, and now I knew why. "Did you enjoy getting these Miss?" he asked. "Yes Sir," I said, keeping my eyes averted respectfully, as I do with Master. I wondered if perhaps the doctor was a friend that knew all the details of our relationship. He chuckled again. "Mr. Wales mentioned that you were pierced, and that he often hangs weights from the rings. Do you experience any discomfort from that?" As he spoke, he slid the rings in and out of my nipples, examining the piercings closely. "Just the discomfort I am supposed to feel, I expect," I replied, staring at the ceiling tiles. I could feel the blush moving across my face and chest. I tried to count the holes in each tile to keep my body from reacting to the hands of the doctor. "Good. They look fine; you must take very good care of them Ms. Young." He gave one final tug on each ring, watching my face as I continued to stare at the ceiling. "You have good nipples for piercing." I had no idea how to respond, so I kept quiet. The insistent hands on my tits were turning me on; I could feel my pussy growing wetter as the familiar ache began to grow. My nipples were harder than stone as the doctor continued to examine my breasts. He lifted and caressed each in turn, kneading the supple flesh in his huge hands. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. I continued counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, trying to refrain from cumming right then and there. As he finished, I looked back down at him, catching him watching my face. He pondered me for a moment more, then motioned over to the table. "Lay down." I moved quickly, wanting to get this done. He placed my feet in the stirrups as I laid back, reaching down to draw the stirrups (and my legs) farther apart. "Relax your legs, Ms. Young. You are in good hands." I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks again, exposing the plug's base. "Time to remove this," he said as he grabbed the flared base and yanked. The plug popped out, and I couldn't help myself... I groaned under my breath and fidgeted. He chuckled. I heard metal clinking against metal as he fumbled with the instruments on the rolling table. "This will be cold, Ms. Young, but I doubt it will remain that way for long." And then I felt his fingers pulling apart my pussy lips… I felt the speculum bumping against my pussy, then sliding in. I was so wet there was no resistance, and he chuckled again. "Mr. Wales told me he had tried to fist you. Is that correct?" I felt a shiver run through me as I remembered that session. "Yes Sir. But his hand was too big." He opened up the speculum, forcing my pussy wide open. "I doubt that Ms. Young. Your pussy seems to open up quite easily." As the fingers of one hand worked to keep my pussy lips open, the other began examining my clit and inner lips. I bit my lip harder... I was on the verge of cumming, and cumming hard. I began to count the holes in the ceiling tiles again, hoping desperately that it would be done soon—and that it would keep going for awhile. The doctor's fingers were sliding around my pussy, opening the outer lips wide and circling my clit. As he pinched my clit, I moaned. "Ms. Young, are you alright?" he asked. I could hear the humor in his voice. "Yes Sir," I replied. "I'm just very sensitive." He finished up the vaginal exam quickly, chuckling to himself as he made notes in my chart. He put the folder down and came back to stand between my legs. Grabbing the sides of my hips, he pulled me down farther on the table. "I need to do a rectal exam, Ms. Young. Mr. Wales specified that he would make sure that you had an enema before coming today. Did you have the enema this morning?" I blushed again. "Yes Sir, two quarts early this morning." "Do you have enemas often, Ms. Young?" "Yes, Sir. Almost every other day." "And do you enjoy them, Ms. Young?" he asked as he lubed my ass. I felt one, then two fingers enter me, and I again bit my lip. Much more of this, I thought, and I'll be cumming all over his hand. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers. In almost the same breath, he smacked my ass hard, causing me to squeal. "Ms. Young," he growled, "I asked you a question. Pay attention. Do you enjoy the enemas?" "Y-yes Sir," I replied weakly, trying to focus. I felt his fingers enter me again, one, then two, and finally a third. The doctor began fingering my ass roughly, clearly enjoying the spectacle in front of him. I lost my control as he continued to fuck my ass with three fingers—and then clamped my hands over my mouth as he added a fourth. I began fucking back at his fingers, wanting more and more inside. I began to cum, muscles clenching around his hand. Before I had finished, however, I felt him withdraw quickly and shove a speculum into my ass. He opened it wide and locked it in place. As I began to come down from my orgasm, I felt him push the speculum back into my pussy. Now both holes were open, the speculums pressing against each other through the small membrane separating my ass and pussy. "Ms. Young, I must admit, Mr. Wales said you were a slut, but I had no idea how much of a slut you are. Cumming because of my fingers in your ass. And now, aroused because your holes are open for me to see all of you." I blushed harder, but I could not disagree. I was back at the edge. One flick over my clit would be all it took to send me over again. I moaned. The doctor came up near my face and peered down at me. "I will be right back, Ms. Young. Do not move, do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I replied submissively. I waited to him close the door softly behind him, then reached up and began to tweak my nipples. Pinching and pulling them between my fingers, I began to clench my inner muscles around the unyielding metal in my ass and pussy. Both speculums were open wide and locked into place; there was no chance of escape unless I reached down, unlocked them, and slide them out. I was caught up in another orgasm as the door suddenly opened. Master was standing next to the doctor; both men watched as I lost control and came again. The doctor silently moved to remove both speculums, then brutally shoved the butt plug back into my ass. They looked at each other. "She passed the exam, Mike," the doctor said cheerfully. "She seems to be in very good shape." Master smiled down at me, as I lay panting on the table. "Show the good doctor how grateful you are for him examining you so thoroughly." He pointed to the ground in front of the doctor, who was unzipping his pants. I got down quickly, taking his hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. The doctor wove his hands in my hair, holding my face close to his body as he began to fuck my mouth. Roughly, he forced his cock in and out past my lips, shoving it down my throat so hard I gagged. As I recovered, he began to cum, shooting his load all over my tongue. Gratefully I sucked him dry. "Ah, Mike, you lucky son-of-a-bitch. She's one hot little cock sucker." Master smiled. He snapped his fingers, reaching down to unzip his pants. I moved quickly, kneeling in front of him to catch his cock on my tongue as it sprung from his pants. I sucked and licked lovingly as Master and the doctor chatted, not really listening to what they were saying. After Master had shot his load down my throat, I tenderly licked him clean. I finally began to relax, coming down from the high the last hour had given me. I caught the tail end of the conversation, listening intently as Master made plans with the doctor for the following day. Somehow, I knew that I would be the main attraction.