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Sarah's Agreement

By: stevebaines



We had been divorced for around seven or eight years and in the interim she had remarried some guy and had a child by him. But for some reason I had never really got Sarah out of my head. We had been really close and our relationship had lasted for nearly twenty years. We often spoke on the phone and I was still drawn to her naivety and the gentleness in her voice. We'd enjoyed a pretty good sex life, with fantasy quite a big focus for us both, although it was always me that introduced the fantasy aspect as Sarah was quite shy and private in bed and I found that shyness an additional turn on. Sarah was one to always be careful crossing her legs when wearing a skirt so that men couldn't get a glimpse. She had firm but well-sized breasts and she couldn't help but have men notice them, though she always felt exposed and a little embarrassed when she realised that they had been staring at her hidden charms.

Like many men, I had often fantasised about other men seeing her completely naked and spread out for their 'inspection'. I didn't really want it happen in reality, but the power of the fantasy was incredible...for both of us as it turned out. I think this became a serious stimulation for me after I had accompanied Sarah to a gynaecologist appointment and was present whilst she was examined. Although I was sat the other side of a barely opaque drawn curtain, I could hear and imagine everything that was happening as the male doctor in his late fifties or early sixties arranged her, told her what to do and intimately inserted various instruments and fingers between her long widespread legs. Strangely, because I was quite protective and jealous back then, it had been for me an incredibly erotic experience. Particularly because for one, I was entirely convinced that professional or not, the doctor must surely be affected sexually by having such an attractive woman to intimately examine and it both turned me on and made me jealous that this other, older man was getting horny looking at and feeling my girls' pussy. Secondly, because as the doctor instructed Sarah to slip her panties off, to spread her legs, to place her ankles in the stirrups and to slide her bottom down the examination table, she meekly and quietly acknowledged and obeyed him. It was as if she had no choice; that his power and position could not be challenged. I subsequently found myself focussing on fantasy with Sarah being shy, compliant and submissive in situations where her body would be available for other men, often complete strangers, to 'inspect'. 

And so from then on, whilst we engaged in foreplay, I would occasionally ask Sarah if she'd like me to 'talk' to her. She knew what that meant and would sometimes say 'yes'. So whilst I touched her and caressed her naked form, I would introduce some fantasy centred on her being stripped, or required to undress in front of a group of other men. For example, one fantasy scenario was where we would go for a meal at a hotel. I would get Sarah a little drunk and then take her upstairs to a pre-booked room where a group of around five invited strangers would be gathered. Often they would be older men in their fifties, sometimes nearer our age in their early twenties. Sarah would know that she had to do whatever they told her to. She would stand whilst the men moved around her, feeling her breasts and hips through her skirt and blouse. She would be told to lift her skirt and stand with it raised, whilst the men would bend to have a good look at her panty-clad bottom and pussy. Then she would be told to remove her panties, handing them to one of the group who would hold the gusset out for all to look at before each one sniffed the moistened fabric where her pussy had just been pressed. She would then be told to stand on a table, legs spread wide, whilst each stranger would peer up her skirt and comment on her pussy. They might also have a feel of her wettening vagina, touching or even fingering her. She would then be undressed by the men and lain back on the bed, told to open her legs wide apart and raise her knees. I'd tell her that all the men were now at the bottom of the bed, staring at the soft light brown pubic hair of her pussy and the pinkness of her inner lips as they eased open due to her position. I'd describe that we could all see pussy juice leaking from her and that the men were all commenting about how they could see it running from her sweet hole and down over the little brown bud of her anus. Then I'd tell her that each man in turn was leaning forward so that his face was millimetres from her open pussy and then he would breathe in deeply through his nose, taking in her delicious womanly scent. The fantasy was so powerful that by now Sarah would be so immersed in the scene that she would be literally soaking wet, juice just pouring from her soft pussy as I caressed her clitoris. It was very clear that in her head at least, all of this was very, very erotic.

Sarah was 41 now, but was incredibly pretty and very sexy. Although not as slim as she had once been, she still had an innocent hypnotic effect on men. She was intelligent, tall and moved with grace, dressed classily and was very ladylike. Her blonde hair still fell to her shoulders and framed a gorgeous face, beautiful blue eyes and a wonderful smile enhanced by her neat white teeth. 

We had broken up because of me. I had gone and had a fling with a woman at work which I had ended quickly, but a few months later one of Sarah's friends had found out about it and when Sarah confronted me, I just admitted it, hoping that my honesty would recover a little of her respect and love for me. It hadn't. She rightly felt betrayed and that was the end. So I lost a woman who had always been the centre of my fantasies and who remained so. I still desired her and was jealous that I could no longer see her naked or share my fantasies about her, with her. I still dreamed about her and too often masturbated to the memory of those fantasies. It was this sexual force which made me contrive the encounter that followed.

Although we still spoke, there were frequent episodes where Sarah's contempt for me and my unfaithfulness to her, resurfaced. If anything it helped me to dilute my feelings towards her...I could always use her attitude to generate a little bit of counter 'spite'. So when one day I bumped into her and we stopped at a café for drinks, I was suitably detached to take advantage of her plight. She greeted me as if she were lost-at-sea and I had arrived in a lifeboat. She quickly became upset and began to tell me the cause. It transpired that her new husband had had a disastrous business venture, causing them to be virtually destitute. Their home was subject to repossession and bankruptcy for both of them was only weeks away. Tearfully, she pleaded with me for help and I was in a position to be able to give it. I had a very successful property portfolio and wasn't short of money. Staying outwardly very cool, I told Sarah I would think about her request, all the time images of my fantasies spinning round in my head and the obvious possibilities that were being presented to me. I said I needed time to think and that I would ring her next day.

And ring her I did. I said that I'd decided that I would help save them, but there would have to be some conditions and agreement. Sarah quickly offered for her and her husband to meet me, but I had other ideas. I told her that I wasn't interested in making any arrangement with her husband and that I was only prepared to deal with her alone. Sarah didn't hesitate. We arranged to meet the next evening over a drink.

From the corner table in the bar, I saw Sarah walk in. As she looked around to find me, I noticed that several men were giving her a look over. She did look stunning. Wearing her hair tied up, with a loose fitting cotton print dress and knee high, high-heeled boots that had a faux buckle on the side. She carried a coat and her handbag over one arm. There was just a glimpse of bare leg between the boots and the hem of her dress. I stood up and approached her just as some guy was trying to get her attention. He looked at me, shrugged and turned back to his drink. Sarah didn't even notice him. She smiled that glorious smile at me and made her way across to me. I stepped to one side so that she could move past me into the corner seat and as she passed she leaned in to kiss me on my cheek. I could smell her perfume, light and ever-so subtle and I suddenly realised that she had already turned me on.

Drinks sorted out, I was keen to get down to the nitty gritty. I had to stop Sarah from repeatedly telling me how grateful she was for my help. I explained that I was interested in just how grateful she would be for my help. Slightly puzzled and a little taken back, she asked what I meant. I began to tell her what I had in mind. I explained that if she wanted my help, then I wanted her to do something very special and 'private' for me. Something I had dreamed about since we were young lovers. In detail I told her that I wanted her to undergo a full gynaecological examination. That I would choose the timing, the location and the doctor and that I would also be present the whole time to watch the procedure. Furthermore, I would have someone else there to film and photograph the entire event. Sarah would do exactly as she was told by the doctor and any refusal or objection would result in my walking away, with my money! If she agreed to my terms, she would get my help. If she faltered, then she would have to look elsewhere. Bastard that I am, I already knew from her that they had no other options open to them they hadn't already explored, so my offer was unlikely, however outrageous, to be refused. I added that I didn't want to see her miserable husband anywhere near the event. In fact, I told her not to even tell him what she would have to do to bail them out.

All the time I was explaining this to her, Sarah's expression was of shock. When I had finally finished, there was silence. Then she laughed and asked me if I was mad? She said there was no way she would take part in my sordid, pathetic, dirty little game. She told me I was a creepy pervert and called me a few other things before getting to her feet, collecting her coat and bag and pushing past me without goodbye. I have to say, I thought she had a point!

It was less than twenty four hours before I got her call. She had been thinking. She had little choice. Sarah was very quiet and composed as she asked me that if she complied, would it be a real doctor that examined her and not just some amateur hick I was putting up for the job? I assured her that it would be a real doctor and a real examination clinic. I told her that I wouldn't dream of letting some amateur use instruments on her vagina. She also asked if the photographer would have to be there when the doctor examined her intimately? I told her that was the deal. I wanted it all on film for my own pleasure. She was quiet for a moment, but then asked if there were any other requirements of her if she did agree to this? I simply told her that on the day she had to dress nicely as if she were going out for the evening and to wear a top and mid thigh skirt, high heels or boots and her normal underwear which would mean a bra and thong panties. 'White panties', I added. She asked if I wanted her to wear stockings and I said 'yes' and added 'self hold-ups'. I asked if she still had pubic hair or was she clean shaven? Reticent about this overt intrusion into her private details, she quietly replied 'pubic hair' and I instructed her to keep it. I'm not a lover of shaven havens at all, too 'little-girly' for me. I like my women to have a neatly trimmed, soft, sexy patch of bush. Then I explained that I had a few things to set-up, so I would call her in a day or two with her 'appointment'.

Of course I needed to find a doctor who would go through with my plans. But I already had one owing me a substantial favour, one I was about to call in. Dr Jabir Ahmed had been in my debt for a little while now. His eldest son had been renting one of my houses and had trashed it last year, during one frenzied drug-fuelled party night. In return for not suing him and involving the police, Dr Ahmed had paid for repairs and given me a pledge of gratitude. He was in his late fifties, only about 5'7" tall, balding but with thick clumps of hair above each ear and a little overweight...well, fat really. He always seemed sweaty faced and a little greasy and he puffed heavily with his breathing as he spoke. If it wasn't for his qualifications, you could have had him down as the classic dirty-old-man type! He also had a heavy Asian accent which kind of worked for me in making him even more remote from what Sarah might expect. I felt he would be perfect for the job I had in mind, so I paid him a visit. He was only a little surprised at my request and after briefing him fully, readily accepted my plans. Privately I think he was excited by the prospect. He'd asked if 'this woman' i.e. Sarah, was a white woman. His practice was in a solid minority area and apparently all of his patients were Asian. He said that she would be the first white woman he had ever seen naked in the flesh. He was interested! I briefed him with what I wanted. It didn't need to be too scripted, but I aimed to make sure that what I wanted happened. Dr Ahmed asked if there was to be anyone else there other than those I had already outlined. When I asked him what he meant, he replied that there were a couple of 'elders' he knew would love to see a naked white woman. This hadn't been a part of my initial plan, but as I thought about it, the idea began to appeal to me, so I told him to organise it. He added that he would also require his assistant to help him, which was normal practice. We arranged the time and date, deciding on an early evening during a weekday in two weeks time.

I called Sarah and gave her the time and date. I told her that I would pick her up an hour before her 'appointment'. She was anxious to know who the doctor was and where it would all take place, but I wasn't offering her any details. I just told her that it was all organised and to be ready. 

Sarah called me a few days later and explained that she couldn't get time off work that day (she worked as a sales manageress in the perfumery department at a big store), but I wasn't prepared to cancel all the arrangements. It simply meant that I would collect her directly from work and she wouldn't have time to go home and get 'ready'. Anyway, Sarah always had to dress impeccably for work, so it was absolutely fine by me.

The next two weeks were full of anticipation and excitement. There were times I thought Sarah would surely call and back out of the arrangement, but she didn't. I also contacted Dr Ahmed a couple of times to ensure all was going to be well at his end. He assured me that everything would be as I had requested. I wanted the whole thing photographed and on video. I pulled a real stunt here. I remembered chatting to the old guy who had video'd Sarah's wedding three years ago. I had called him and taken him out for a beer. You should have seen his gnarly face when I asked if he'd be able to fit my job into his diary! As I explained the details, he looked like all his birthdays had come at once. Thinking he was meeting me to quote for another wedding, he had even brought some samples of his work with him and two of the photos were actually of Sarah, looking gorgeous in her white wedding dress. When I pointed her out as the 'subject', he stared at the pictures in silent amazement! He kept asking me if this was all a joke or for real. I reassured him I wanted a professional job by giving him a deposit, although he more than halved his price because of the opportunity. He agreed to bring his assistant with him to take the photos, a young lad as I recalled, not much more than eighteen or nineteen.

The day came and I was in a heightened state of excitement. The time to collect Sarah from work just wouldn't come quickly enough. Finally, at 6pm, I pulled up outside the staff entrance to her store. A few minutes later Sarah emerged, tall, smart and elegant in her work suit. As I watched her walk towards my car, drinking in the sway of her hips and model-like placing of her feet, I realised just how much I wanted this woman. She stepped into the passenger seat, her skirt riding up glorious thighs as she settled in the seat.

'Hi. All set?' I greeted her.

'Hi' she glared at me. 'Have we got to go straight away?' she asked.

'Yes' I simply replied.

'I really wanted top go home and freshen up first' Sarah complained. 

'Well there just isn't the time' I replied. 'Anyway you look great'. She did. She was dressed in a navy skirt and matching fitted jacket with a white blouse underneath. The skirt was fitted to just above the knee showing the curve of her hip and the flatness of her tummy and her legs were obviously in some lightly tan coloured, high sheen, tights or stockings. She was also wearing black high heeled court shoes.

'I could have done with a freshen-up and then some fresh underwear' she said. 

'Sarah, you'll be fine' I soothed. 'You always shower before work anyway'.

'But I've had these panties on all day' she said, 'they will be ...you know...messy. Girls do leak a little you know, it can't be helped'. I pulled out from the kerb. I asked her if she had a white thong on to which she replied yes, then added 'I just wanted to shower and change into a fresh pair before all.... this'. She shook her head as if she couldn't believe what was going to be happening very shortly and looked at the floor of the car. I smiled. 'Are those tights or stockings' I nodded towards her legs.

'Stockings' she replied. I always wear stockings at work, you know that. They are cooler and anyway, tights are unhealthy'. 'Where are we going and how long will it take to get there?' she asked.

'We'll be there in about twenty minutes or so' I said. 'That's all you need to know for now'. I drove on, my cock rising to the wanderings of my imagination about just what was going to happen over the next few hours.

End of Part One.

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Sarah's Agreement Ch. 02



The journey would take us around twenty minutes, but I found that I was in no rush. My mind was playing with images of this sexy woman beside me, naked and stretched out on an examination table. I was so hard it was painful and I felt at that point where just a few good rubs of my cock would have had me coming in bucket-loads. I was wondering just how or when I would actually relieve myself. A part of me thought I may just want to masturbate whilst watching the Doctor do his 'work', and then I would see myself mounting Sarah whilst her legs were still strapped into the stirrups. This part was completely unscripted and I decided that I would go with the flow and just do it when I couldn't resist any more. Of course Sarah was oblivious to what might happen. All she knew was that she had agreed to undergo a full gyno examination; in front of me and a photographer and that she had to comply with everything the doctor ordered. Well, the doctor had secretly been briefed with quite a few additional orders!

Sarah was very quiet beside me and was obviously contemplating the extraordinary event she was facing. I was enjoying glances at her when the road conditions allowed. She was truly drop-dead gorgeous. Her full, slightly wavy, mid-blonde hair wound its way just over her shoulders, the fringe just hiding her eyes as she leaned her head a little forward, seemingly lost in her thoughts. The white cotton blouse beneath her navy suit jacket was drawn tight across those delightful breasts. Through a gap in her top buttons, I could just make out a white lace-trimmed bra. Her hands were clutched nervously in the lap of her navy skirt which had ridden high on her thighs showing off firm, shapely legs, all the way down to some seriously expensive black high heels. Sarah had always spent a fortune on shoes and these looked no exception. 

She sat with her thighs, knees and ankles tight together, her legs bent at the knee with her feet angled back to one side. As I caught a whiff of her seductive perfume I couldn't help but think how very soon her ladylike manners would be unavailable to her. How very soon control over her demure and protective posture would be taken from her and how someone else would have control over her body. I was growing stiff at the thought. I glanced again at her and mused about her sitting there, white panties under that skirt protectively covering her soft pussy and how they would soon be coming off at the command of a complete stranger. Those lovely long legs, now so demurely tight together, would soon be spread so wide apart, exposing her womanhood to all! It was all I could do not to stop and just screw her there and then. I'm sure Sarah would have taken that option willingly as an alternative, but I really wanted this to happen. There was something erotically surreal about the whole thing.

I was also excited at the fact that Sarah was only expecting a doctor, me and a photographer. I hadn't told her about the rest, there didn't seem much point in giving her any ammunition to back out of it. She had agreed to do this; what were a few extra eyes?

Our route took us north into an impoverished area of the city. The daylight was failing and the surroundings became more bleak and run-down as we pressed on. No detached homes or thriving businesses here. Poorly maintained graffiti plastered tenement buildings and terraced housing was crammed street by street. The place I was looking for was an old single-storey brick building which had once been a bank. It had been vacated years ago with the areas decline and had been turned into the local health clinic. It looked a bit shabby with frosted windows that needed a clean, some of them cracked from stone-throwing vandals. The sign over the door was in need of repair and only just spelled out half of the buildings purpose. As we pulled into the quiet car park running across the front of the poorly lit building, Sarah looked up. She had been touching-up her makeup the past half mile and I thought it quite bizarre that in spite of what she was about to endure, she still subconsciously wanted to look her best!

'Oh my god... what is this place?' she exclaimed. 'It looks awful. This isn't the place is it? Please tell me you are joking' she pleaded.

'It looks worse on the outside because of the area' I half lied. 'Anyway, it isn't your choice where we do this, you know that Sarah.'

I parked up and went to Sarah's door to let her out. As she swung her legs over the sill I caught a brief flash of stocking tops and the crotch of her panties and my balls enjoyed one of those weird sensations where they almost feel suddenly light and ooze pre cum. I was rock hard by now and beyond halting this, even if I had wanted to!

As she stood up Sarah looked me straight in the face and asked 'Are you certain you want to make me do this?'

'Absolutely' I replied smiling at her. She looked away and began to walk towards the front door of the clinic. Following, I watched her bottom move under the tight skirt. She had a really attractive rump and I realised that after having not seen it for so many years, in just a few minutes I would once again get an extended and unobstructed view of it!

We arrived at the front door and I pulled it open for Sarah to step inside. A gloomy and stark entrance hall welcomed us, whitewashed walls and a speckled pale blue worn lino covered the floor. An unattended desk with a sign saying 'Reception' on the top of it along with a phone and various items for admin was off to one side. Beyond was another set of double doors. I opened them up to a faint smell of hospital; that bleachy fragrance which all surgeries and hospitals seem to share.

Sarah looked at me and grimaced. I ushered through the door into a narrow corridor. Signs on the wall indicated a variety of options in each direction. 'District Nurse', 'Physiotherapist', 'Dietician', 'Podiatrist' amongst others. I already knew where I was headed but I saw Sarah notice the sign for the 'Clinics' pointing off to the right and she half turned towards me pointing at the sign. I just nodded and she began to head down the corridor. The clicking of her high heels on the hard lino was the only sound as we walked, passing both gents and ladies toilets on the way. Sarah, noticing the Ladies, had stopped and turned back towards me. She was just beginning to tell me that she had perhaps better have a wee first, when just behind her from a door on the left, Dr Ahmed appeared, smiling and drying his hands on a white towel.

'Ah. I thought I heard a lady's heels' he said. 'You must be Sarah' he continued. 'I have your appointment booked in with me'.

Sarah had turned at the sound of his voice, but now turned back towards me. Her look said it all. There was some anger at the fact this was an Asian doctor and male too. I'm certain that she hadn't really expected me to treat her to a female doc. I could also see resignation in her face. Deep down she knew she had to go through with this even if the doctor had two heads.

'Hello Doctor' I offered as Sarah began to recover her composure. 'Sarah was saying that she needs to visit the toilet first'.

'Oh no need for that Sarah' Doctor Ahmed addressed her directly. 'If you need either bowel or bladder movement, we can deal with that a little later. In fact, I would rather you held on for now. Sometimes it helps when I examine you' he said.

Sarah didn't know what to say and in the moment of her hesitation, Doctor Ahmed indicated with his hand that she should enter the room he had come from. Sarah gingerly stepped forwards, but then stood tall as if determined to keep her dignity. She walked into the room with her shoulders back and her head high. I watched carefully as we followed her and gladly noticed the Doctors attention drawn to Sarah's sexy rear in that tight skirt, as she preceded us into the room.

Once inside I was pleased with the layout Doctor Ahmed had arranged. Stretching out from the back wall and facing on the opposite side of the room, a large window with frosted glass and vertical blinds, was an examination table. A large, multi-lens light unit on a hinged angled arm, hung from the ceiling above the table. Trolleys draped in white paper towelling were placed either side of the table and I could just make out several stainless steel items, tubes and various other paraphernalia set out neatly on top, but lazily covered by insufficient paper towel. My cock literally twitched as I wondered what the doctor had prepared there. Under the window, facing the bottom of the examination table, was a row of empty plastic chairs and on the other side of the room a closed door. In the corner nearest the table was another chair placed beneath some coat pegs on the wall.

'Now Sarah' Doctor Ahmed asserted, 'I have a number of colleagues who are anxious to develop their interests in gynaecological aspects of medicine and I have invited them to be in attendance'. I could see the doctor waiting for the surprise and shock to register on Sarah's face and sure enough, as that elicited a reaction he cut in first saying, 'I understand that you are here to undergo a full gynaecological examination and that you are not to object, complain or refuse any aspect of the procedure. Is that not correct, Sarah?' Her name, emphasised at the end of the imperative, startled her to just whisper 'Yes'. Doctor Ahmed continued, 'And you will refer to me as Doctor Ahmed when you address me. Is that also clear Sarah?'

Sarah looked at him and whispered 'Yes Doctor Ahmed'. She looked just gorgeous. She was broken, resigned to this. What choice did she have? I could tell in that instant that she would fully accept the inevitable humiliation of whatever was planned for her this evening. 

As Sarah stood staring at the floor in muted contemplation, the doctor went to the other door of the room. Opening it he welcomed in a group of six males, all Asian and aged from around fifty to seventy I would guess. They shuffled in and took up the seats under the window, all the time looking over at Sarah and staring her up and down. A much younger Asian male also entered, around sixteen years old. I presumed correctly that this was the doctor's assistant. His name was Hamid and he looked shy and nervous, but this didn't stop him from staring at Sarah open-mouthed like a kid with a new bike!

Dr Ahmed finished seating his guests and turned his attention back to matters at hand. He addressed the assembled males; introducing Sarah as the female he had told them about, who was here to undergo a full medical examination. As he did so he waved his hand in Sarah's direction, but Sarah did not look up. She was not going to risk meeting the gaze of all their eyes. Dr Ahmed explained that the entire procedure was to be photographed and videoed for private purposes. He assured the gathered males that none of their faces would be visible in any of the recordings. Having received their approval, Dr Ahmed went to the annex room again and invited in the photographer and his assistant. Bob, the old photographer who was in his late fifties at least, trundled in with a tripod and several cameras hanging from his sweaty neck. Following him was his assistant. Not the guy I'd seen at his wedding, but a black guy, maybe around 18 years old, tall and well muscled. Bob introduced him to me as Leroy. I was intrigued by this development and began to wonder quite where all this could go! Sarah caught my eye just then; it was obvious she had recognised her wedding photographer and her eyes were wide and appealing. I simply placed my finger against my lips and shrugged to infer that this was the deal and to remain silent. 

Bob and Leroy liaised with Dr Ahmed about where best to site their equipment so as not to be in the way. Leroy was going to operate the video cam from atop a tripod, Bob was going to take the still-shots.

Believe me, whilst this organisational process was going on, the erotic effect of remembering that this was all in preparation for having Sarah naked, spread eagled, her pussy relinquished and examined right here in front of all these men, was absolutely intense. My balls were tingling and my cock was aching! Soon now, one of my all-time fantasies would be realised and I could barely wait for Sarah's pussy to be utterly exposed to these men, the scent of her female sex in the air for us all to enjoy.

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