“Tomorrow? Are you sure?” Kylie rubbed her forehead in confusion. She could have sworn that Nathan’s check-up was scheduled for today; she’d checked her Blackberry twice before undergoing the complex preparations involved in taking an infant out of the house for an extended period of time. But the Blackberry would only confirm the note she made to herself, and Kylie had to admit that she’d had a lot on her mind the last six months. (And the nine months before that, as well…)

But Doctor Saunders’ receptionist just smiled apologetically, and swiveled the screen around so that Kylie could see it. “Says right here, Tuesday morning, eleven AM. I’m sorry, dear.”

Kylie chuckled ruefully, and rummaged around in her purse for her Blackberry. Once she’d found it, she adjusted the sling slightly before Nathan could begin fussing about his new position, and pulled up her calendar. The whole thing had come to seem effortless, now. “Let me just make a note of that,” she said. “I’m sorry, Marie, you probably think I’m such a scatterbrain.” (Being on a first-name basis with everyone in her pediatrician’s office–another thing Kylie hadn’t expected a year or so ago.)

Marie shook her head lightly. “No, of course not, dear! You probably just made a little typo with the date or something. Folks do it all the time…and better to come in a day early than a day late, right?”

Kylie tapped a few buttons, moving the little note that read ‘doc appt’ from Monday to Tuesday. “Good point,” she said absently, saving the changes and closing the calendar. With that done, she looked back up at Marie and smiled. “And at least it gets me out of the house. When I decided to do the stay-at-home mom thing, I was worried I’d get overwhelmed, you know? But it turns out that the biggest danger is boredom!”

She reached down and gave her son a reassuring pat on the head. “I know that once he starts crawling, I’ll look back on days like these and wish for a little more boredom. But right now, it’s just nice to talk to someone who can talk back.”

Marie giggled, turning her monitor back to face her. “Oh, you know you’re always welcome here, and so is little Nathan! I just wish we had an opening so that you wouldn’t have a wasted trip.”

Kylie shrugged. “No worries. It’s not far or anything, and like I say, it gets me out of the house.” She slipped her Blackberry back in her purse. “So I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven, then?”

“Sounds good!” Marie replied, making a note on her computer and giving Nathan a little wave. “Bye bye, baby!” Nathan gave her a sleepy smile, before burrowing his face into his mother’s side.

“Bye, Marie!” Kylie said, giving the receptionist a wave of her own and heading back out the way they’d come. Already, she was thinking about what she was going to do when she got home. First thing first, she needed to pump; Nathan had eaten his fill just before they’d gotten here, but her breasts were already aching. She might have given birth to one child, but her body seemed to think that she was Octomom or something.

Kylie got into the elevator and hit the ‘B’ button. She wondered idly if she shouldn’t talk to Doctor Saunders about that tomorrow, during Nathan’s check-up; maybe there was something she could do about the excess milk. At least maybe she’d know why Kylie’s breasts always seemed to have enough milk to run their own dairy farm. She giggled at the mental image. “‘Kylie’s Milk’,” she said out loud. “With absolutely no bovine growth hormone, because there’s absolutely no bovines!”

The elevator dinged, and Kylie headed down the hallway towards the stairs. Technically speaking, she knew she should probably make an appointment with her own doctor to ask about something like that. After all, Doctor Saunders was a pediatrician, not an ob/gyn. But Kylie always seemed to get better advice from Doctor Saunders. Her old doctor…well, Kylie hadn’t minded seeing a male gynecologist the way some women had, but she had to admit, there was something nice about being able to talk to a doctor who knew exactly what she meant when she said, “My boobs hurt.”

Kylie opened the stairwell door with one hand, neatly balancing the weight of the child against the weight of the purse and diaper bag, and started down the stairs. After the first week or so, she’d found that she didn’t even think twice about all the stuff she had to carry; it just became automatic to her. She was thinking more about her breasts, now; she almost wished that Nathan would start crying just so she’d have an excuse to nurse him. But no, he was almost entirely asleep now. Kylie would just have to wait until she got home. She reached into her purse with her free hand, checking to make sure the car keys were there.

Kylie got to the bottom of the stairs, opened the door, and headed out into the hallway again. She made a right, then a left, then another right, the corridors of the clinic as familiar to her by now as her own house. She could probably find her way out to the parking lot in her sleep, if she had to; Kylie giggled again, imagining herself sleepwalking through a hospital. She could picture it, wandering around with her arms sticking out in front of her, eyes open just enough to see but still sound asleep…the mental image seemed peculiarly vivid, somehow, like she’d seen it in a movie or something. Did ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ have something like that in it?

Kylie took one last right, then headed down another small flight of steps to a windowless door. She opened it…and stopped. This wasn’t the parking lot.

Instead, she was in a white room with a low, padded table in the center of it. There seemed to be a lot of equipment surrounding it, hoses and tubes and all sorts of things whose purpose Kylie couldn’t begin to guess. Doctor Saunders was there, along with two of the nurses; they looked like they were getting the whole bizarre set-up ready for something, probably the patient that Marie was talking about. Oddly enough, the room smelled vaguely like maple syrup.

“Oh!” Kylie said, as she took it all in. “I’m sorry, Doctor Saunders, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” She leaned back out, looking for a sign on the door that would tell her where she’d wound up. “I can’t think how it happened.”

Doctor Saunders looked up at her and smiled. Suddenly, the words ‘can’t think’ seemed to take on an echoey quality in the back of Kylie’s head, like someone was remixing her last sentence in her mind. “Oh, Kylie, glad to see you again!” Doctor Saunders said. “It’s so good of you to volunteer like this.”

Kylie furrowed her brow in consternation. “Volunteer?” she asked, almost as much to herself as to Doctor Saunders. She didn’t remember volunteering for anything. She reached half-heartedly for her Blackberry, but her motion trailed off into a vague wave as she struggled to think of how she’d gotten here (can’t think…) and what she’d volunteered to do (can’t think…) She barely even noticed Nurse Crane undoing the sling and lifting Nathan out with practiced ease.

“Yes, you volunteered to donate milk,” Doctor Saunders said patiently. Behind her, Nurse Crane took Nathan through another door and out of sight. Kylie didn’t even feel the briefest stab of worry, though. These women had been helping her take care of Nathan ever since he was born; he’d be perfectly safe with Nurse Crane for an hour or so, while she…she…

“I need…to give milk,” Kylie said absently. That was why she came down here, she remembered. Her breasts ached with the need to pump, and what with her having so much milk, it only made sense for her to go ahead and pump while she was here at the hospital. They’d be able to make good use of her excess milk, and relieve some of the discomfort she was feeling at the same time. She couldn’t think how she’d forgotten about it. Her hands found their way to the buttons of her blouse and began to undo them slowly, automatically.

“That’s right, Kylie,” Doctor Saunders said coaxingly, “you need to give milk. You remember just what to do, don’t you, dear?” She patted the table gently, but Kylie didn’t need the reminder at all. Everything slotted into her brain neatly and easily as she took her blouse off and undid her bra, revealing large, heavy tits that were so swollen with milk that she couldn’t wait to let it flow. Kylie whimpered softly as she climbed up onto the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees, feeling her tits hang down like udders.

“There you go,” Doctor Saunders said, looking deep into her eyes and stroking her cheek. She slipped a small pill into Kylie’s mouth, and Kylie swallowed it almost without noticing. “I’m so proud of you. This is such a wonderful, generous act, Kylie.” As she spoke, Nurse Dayton moved Kylie’s dress in order to put restraints around Kylie’s wrists and ankles. That was totally necessary, Kylie knew. She might thrash around accidentally if she wasn’t restrained, and it was very important that she not move too much while the milking machine was going.

“I’m sorry I forgot, Doctor…Saunders,” Kylie said softly, feeling herself go strangely passive as she felt the straps tighten next around her knees and elbows. The restraints made her feel helpless…and as her chin sagged into Doctor Saunders’ supporting hands, Kylie realized just how warm and good that was. “You must think I’m such a…scatterbrain…”

Doctor Saunders reached up with one hand and petted Kylie’s hair, still holding Kylie’s gaze with her own. “Not at all,” she said soothingly. “As long as you remembered well enough to come down here, it’s just fine that you were a bit of a scatterbrain. It’s not such a bad thing to be, is it? It feels nice when you try to remember, and your thoughts all…scatter.” Kylie shivered a little at the words, or perhaps at the way she said them just as Nurse Dayton began to massage her breasts with skin cream.

“Scatter…” Kylie said helplessly. The word seemed to be all alone in her head, now; she couldn’t remember the last time she blinked, and everything else seemed to be fading away into the distance except for Doctor Saunders’ eyes and the feeling of Nurse Dayton, slowly working the flesh of her heavy tits. She shuddered, but the restraints kept her from moving around too much. All she could do was crouch there on her hands and knees, waiting for the milking machine. That was all she wanted to do. Every other thought had simply scattered away to the forgotten corners of her mind, leaving her docile and passive and blank and accepting.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Nurse Dayton slid the harness over Kylie’s chest. Once she’d made sure that the pumps were properly aligned with Kylie’s nipples, she tightened the apparatus so that it fit snugly against Kylie’s body, giving it an experimental tug to make sure there was no give. Only then did she reach over and press the button to activate the milking machine.

“Unnnh!” Kylie went rigid in a mixture of surprise and delight as the pumps started up; she always managed to forget the way this felt, somehow, and so it always came as such a thrilling shock to her how good it was when the milking machine began its relentless suction. She felt it work her nipples in an endless rhythm, tugging her left one from the base all the way up to the tip until it spurted out warm milk; then it released the pressure to focus on the other nipple. And just as she felt the delicious tickle of stimulation crest in her right breast, it began all over again with her left.

“And doesn’t this feel good, Kylie?” Doctor Saunders was asking. She was too lost in the sensation to answer, but it didn’t matter because Doctor Saunders answered for her and Doctor Saunders was always right. “Of course it does. You feel so proud of yourself for giving your milk like this. You know it’s the right thing to do, the pleasant thing to do, the happiest thing to do. It’s so good of you to give of yourself like this that you want to do it whenever you can. And you want your body to make as much milk as you can, so you can give like this even more often. You take the medicine we give you that helps you make even more milk, and you’re happy to do so.”

“Guh! Nnnh! Yhh!” Kylie wanted to say ‘yes’, but she couldn’t make her mouth work properly; the milking machine kept tweaking and tugging at her nipples, left then right then left then right, over and over and over again until she couldn’t think of anything else. Every time she’d start to form a sentence, a word, or even a thought, she felt that delicious suction on her nips and it would wash it away on a tide of ecstasy. It was easier simply to let Doctor Saunders’ words fill her pleasure-saturated mind, let Doctor Saunders think for her so that she could focus her whole attention on the way the milking machine relieved the ache in her tits and left nothing behind but shivery bliss.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said, her words pulling the thoughts out of Kylie’s mind the same way the machine sucked the milk out of her breasts. “Feels so very, very good, dear…and what is it doing to you?”

Kylie bucked her hips as best she could with her body tightly restrained. “H…hhhh…horny,” she whimpered out, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. “hot, need to…ofuck, horny…” The word came to mind as though she’d been prompted; a tiny part of Kylie realized that it was because she had, but then she felt another surge of pleasure and arousal and the knowledge washed away once more.

“That’s right, dear,” Doctor Saunders said, still petting her cheek. The touch seemed to flow all the way down her body, joining with the endless and unstoppable sensations of the milking machine to pulse right into her clit. “You always get so horny when you’re giving milk, don’t you?”

Kylie nodded. “Yesyesyes,” she whimpered out, remembering the way she’d always jump her husband after the evening feedings, so hot from the stimulation of her nipples that she needed sex right then. But her husband wasn’t there…Kylie groaned in frustration.

But Doctor Saunders was. “Tell us what you need, dear,” and the moment she said it, Kylie knew exactly what she needed. She needed the same thing she always needed, when the milking machine made her mindless with need and desire.

“Need to cum,” Kylie keened out, the words a long wail of agonized, helpless, desperate arousal. “Neeeeeed…”

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered in her ear, as Nurse Dayton pulled her skirt all the way up and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered again and again, as Nurse Dayton slid two fingers into Kylie’s sopping pussy and thrust them back and forth against Kylie’s bucking, grinding hips. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Kylie felt her cunt clench around the nurse’s fingers as she came.

After that, Kylie felt her mind go even more blank and accepting as the drifting haze of afterglow combined with the rhythm of the milking machine to lull her into an empty, mindless trance. The maple syrup smell drifted into her nostrils even stronger now, almost as though it was coming from her skin, but she didn’t think about it. She heard Doctor Saunders speak, but the words scattered from Kylie’s memory even as she heard them. She only knew they were important to remember, and even more important to remember to forget.

Kylie didn’t know how long the trance lasted. She only realized that it was over when she felt the suction stop, and Nurse Dayton unhooked the pumps from her breasts. She sagged down as Nurse Dayton undid the restraints, unable even to roll onto her back without the help of the other two women. Her whole body trembled gently with pleasure as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

“Still a little bit left, I think,” Doctor Saunders said. She stroked Kylie’s chin gently, smiling down into the other woman’s vacant eyes. “But you’re such a generous soul, aren’t you, Kylie? You want to give it all, don’t you, dear?”

“…yes…” Kylie sighed out, unable to think of any other response.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders husked out one last time, before she leaned down and pursed her mouth around Kylie’s nipple. Nurse Dayton took the other breast, and Kylie sighed in mindless bliss as the two of them began to suck.

THE END

The nurse stood quietly next to the bed. She rested her hand on the plastic railing and wondered to herself “Am I really considering this?” She had heard this story before and had not once thought about helping the man who was telling it. Why was this guy any different?

Walt was in his fifties but he could have easily passed himself off as a man just entering his forties. He was definitely handsome, she had to admit that, but some of the other guys had been handsome too. That wasn’t what was different about Walt. He was charming and out of all the men who had tried this before he was the first one she believed.

“So?” he asked. “Will you help me?”

Nurse Callaway started. She had drifted away, deep in thought. Sure she had fucked patients before, who hadn’t? Well that wasn’t a fair question. There were plenty of nurses she was sure hadn’t, she was not one of them. What she hadn’t done, however, was fuck a patient in the hospital and certainly not one that was still recovering from surgery.

“Walt, I can’t talk about this anymore tonight. I am off in a couple of hours and I’ve got three more patients to see before shift change. I will make you a deal. If I am assigned to you tomorrow I will consider it.”

“I can deal with that, it’s a start. Please think about what I said. Nurse, I swear I can’t live like this. I’d rather be dead than unable to fuck!”

“Calm down Walt. There are lots of options to deal with ED. It’s not the end of the world. I need to get going. Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

“How bout a kiss?” he grinned mischievously. He knew she wouldn’t kiss him but he loved to see her smile. Plus, it didn’t hurt to try.

“How about you kiss my ass?”

Katie knew before she finished the sentence her choice of words were a mistake.

Walt’s eyes twinkled as he leaned forward and met her gaze. He wanted her to know that he was completely serious when he said in a hushed tone, “Get a little closer and I will kiss more than that. I would love to feel you squirm under my tongue.”

Katie’s stomach caught fire. In her mind’s eye she saw his face between her legs—his dark hair, peppered with grey around his temples, dark eyes that laughed and his smile—she was getting wet. She fought the urge to shut the door and give in to him. Instead she smiled and said “Keep dreaming Walt,” as she walked into the hallway.

The following morning Katie arrived at the hospital at around 6:30. She put her purse in her locker and pulled out the lanyard with her name badge. She slipped it around her neck. She walked down to the nurse’s station, ready to start the day.

“Good morning Walt. How’s your foot doing this morning?”

He hit the mute button on the remote and smiled. “Looks like I am a lucky man.”

“Sure does,” Katie replied. She hoped that she could get through this med pass and wound check without him bringing up his request. She knew it was a long shot, but maybe he had realized he was putting her in a bad spot and would stop asking.

“Lemme see your arm”, she said. She matched his wristband to the numbers on her computer and handed him the little plastic cup with two pills in it. “Are you in any pain?”

“A little”, Walt replied. “Nothing major though, and no, I don’t want any pain meds.”

“Okay, but promise me you will let me know if it gets to be too much. I can give you a high dose ibuprofen which is non-narcotic but will still take the edge off.”

“Thanks Nurse. My foot is fine. What I would rather talk about is whether you have given any more thought to my proposal.”

“So much for that!” If she was being honest with herself she would love to fuck him, but he was a patient and that made the situation much more complicated than it would have been outside the hospital. If she got caught she could lose her license and she would most certainly lose her job; although the hospital was seriously under staffed so they might let her off with a warning.

“Walt, you know I can’t help you. I am really sorry but I could lose my job, my nursing license, everything I have worked so hard for. It’s just not worth it. I wish I could help you, I just can’t.”

“I understand why you’re hesitant, but I have already worked it out. I have been in this bed for over a week. I have the schedule of everyone on this floor memorized and know the perfect time to do it. I am certain no one would be the wiser. Plus I have not been able to get an erection for almost a year so really you probably have nothing to worry about. I mean, we can’t really have sex if I can’t even get it up.”

How could she have been so dumb! She hadn’t thought about that. If she believed his story that he was impotent and had been unsuccessful during his dozens of other attempts there really wasn’t a huge risk. Hmmm, that definitely put a different spin on the situation.

“When is this so called “perfect” time?” she asked raising her eyebrows and using her hands to form the ” ” around perfect. As he explained she pulled over the rolling table with the supplies for changing the dressing on his sutures and began carefully pulling off the tape.

“At 9:30, in about an hour. At that time the physical therapists take at least half the patients on this floor to the gym and the CNA for this section goes on break. Every single day for the last week I have paid close attention to the comings and goings between the time the nurses come on and about 1 p.m.—after that there are way too many people between doctors, nursing staff and housekeeping. Between 9:30 a.m. and 10:15 not one person has passed my door this past week, except once and that was you on Tuesday. If you are already here there is no risk, or very little anyway.”

Katie was now taping on the new dressing. When she finished she used her foot to pull the garbage can closer and began cleaning up her mess.

“We will see. Let me go check in on my other patients and I will think about it. I will be back about 9:45 and I will give you a definite answer then, ok?”

“Ok”, he answered. After a slight pause he said “I swear you have got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have come to believe that if you can’t get me hard, no one ever will. I fantasize about those pouty lips wrapped around my shaft, about feeling the slickness of your tongue rubbing at the seam on the underside, about squeezing your tits in my hands. I don’t ever get much farther than that because I get so angry at my body for not responding to those thoughts of you,” he smiled ruefully. “This is my last shot. Please help me.”

The last part was more of a question but Katie didn’t have an answer. She needed to get out of there. The more she listened to Walt the more she wanted to kiss his mouth and feel his hands on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and she resisted the urge to move her hand to her breast. Instead she picked up her scissors and put them in the pocket of her scrub top. “I’ll see you after awhile Walt, try to get some rest. All this worrying about your sexual ability isn’t good for you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“Nah. I will see you at 9:45, Katie. Thanks for the foot,” he smiled and she felt her defenses slip a little further. “This is ludicrous!” she thought.

For the next hour she moved steadily back and forth between a certain yes and a definite no as she tended to her other patients. When 9:45 rolled around she scolded herself. She tried to remember what the last patient had asked her for as she had left her room. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the request. She didn’t think she had heard more than a few words the woman had said. She was so caught up in her own thoughts everything else seemed unimportant. She sighed in exasperation. Walt was really getting to her. She admitted that she was definitely attracted to him. She found herself hoping that she could make him hard, that he would be well endowed and well versed in the ways of love making. “Here goes nothing,” she thought.

It was 10 minutes to 10 o’clock when she pushed back through Walt’s door. She felt a twinge of disappointment when she saw that Walt was sleeping. She thought about making some kind of noise to wake him up but decided she had better just get back to work; it was probably for the best anyway. As she turned to go Walt spoke up, “You made it.”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Nope. I was praying. I asked God to help you make up your mind.”

Katie laughed, she couldn’t help it. “Do you think God wants me to violate all kinds of rules so you can get a hard on and a piece of ass? That’s hilarious! I wonder what the hospital Pastor would think about that?”

“My God is a lot less judgmental than the usual God is. He wants me to fuck your brains out, I am sure of it. Mainly because he wants me to be happy and right now there’s nothing in the world that would make me happier. Anyway, have you made up your mind?”

“Yeah. I guess I have,” she pushed the button on the door handle to lock it. She drew the curtain so that the bed would be shielded if someone happened to peep in the window on the upper half of the hospital room door.

“Oh, girl, thank you so much!! I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to me. Thank you!” Walt continued to gush until Katie came back over to the hospital bed and lowered the railing. Walt began to lower the head of the bed and Katie stopped him. “Leave it up and take off your gown.”

Walt smiled, “Yes ma’am.”

Katie’s long blonde hair was held up in a jaw clip that looked like a wooden flower. She reached up and took it down allowing her hair to fall down her back. She shook her head slightly and ran her fingers through the ends to untangle it. She slipped out of her navy blue Crocs and then pulled her scrub top up over her head. It was white with outlines of big blue and purple hibiscus flowers printed all over it. The bottoms were plain blue. She untied the drawstring and let them fall to the floor before she stepped out of them. She left them there on the floor at the edge of the bed so they were easily accessible if someone were to come looking for her.

Walt’s mouth hung open. This was better than he could have imagined. Katie was smoking hot! She stood in front of him wearing sexy lingerie that finally confirmed what he already suspected, she had a fantastic body. He smiled to see a tiny four-leaf clover tattooed a little to the left and about an inch below her navel. Her bra was cream colored satin with a black lace overlay across the bottom of both cups. Her tits were spilling out the middle and he wanted badly to touch her. She stood motionless as Walt leaned over and kissed her sculpted stomach. He pulled her closer and tucked his hand inside of her bra squeezing her breast. Her panties matched the bra with cream stain crotch and black lace across the top. He could see they were thongs and he reached down and cupped her bare ass. He caressed her smooth skin and he pulled her in toward the bed. She leaned in and kissed him, lightly at first, getting to know the lay of his mouth. She parted her full lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. He withdrew his hand from her bra and reached around and unhooked the clasp. Katie shrugged her shoulders and let it fall. She dropped it onto her scrubs.

Katie sat naked with one knee on the bed, letting her other leg dangle off the side. She ran her fingers through Walt’s hair as she kissed him more passionately. Walt used both hands to play with Katie’s nipples. He grabbed one nipple in each thumb and forefinger and pulled on them. Katie gasped around his mouth. She pulled back and smiled as she reached down and pulled the sheet back a little bit. “Anything yet?” she asked him.

“Not yet.” Walt answered sounding unaffected.

Katie was shocked at what she saw. Walt was hung like a horse! “I could get off on that hard or not!”

Walt chuckled when he saw her widened eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you about that?”

“Um, no! Jesus, Walt, that thing is huge!”

“Yeah…too bad it doesn’t work!” he replied, somewhat dejected.

“We’ll see about that.” Katie climbed the rest of the way onto the bed. She rested on her knees and then sat back on her feet. She leaned in and kissed Walt again and then leaned across him to the other bed rail and pressed the button that lowered the head of the bed.

“I just want you to lay back and relax. Don’t think about anything but the way my mouth feels on your body.” She only wanted to stretch him out a bit. If this worked she wanted him facing her when she eventually climbed on top of him and let that monster invade her body.

“Listen to me.” She grabbed his head and locked her icy blue eyes on his deep brown ones. “I don’t expect anything from you. If this doesn’t work I’m going to spread my legs across your face and make you eat me til I cum anyway. That means no matter what you cannot fail. So get it out of your mind. Got it?”

Walt grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. He sucked her bottom lip as he massaged her breast, wanting her more than anything. When he let her go she smiled and kissed him again. She then moved down to his chest licking his nipples one at a time and then further down she softly bit his side. He sucked in his breath and she knew they were getting somewhere.

Walt settled back and closed his eyes. This was going to better than he could have imagined. He didn’t feel one iota of guilt for his little white lie. Nurse Callaway wanted this just as much as he did. Besides, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Katie worked slowly toward the prize kissing and licking and occasionally biting as she traversed Walt’s abdomen. She kissed the flat spot where his groin began and moved down his thigh. Walt moved his leg hoping to rush her but this only prolonged the suffering. Katie picked up his leg and pushed it out away from his body, giving her greater access to his cock and balls. She pushed his knee up towards his body and then off to the side.

“Yow! I am not that flexible!”

Katie just smiled and let him move it down a little bit. She let his left leg remain straight but she moved it over so she could kneel between his legs. She ran her fingers ever so softly down his right thigh. On the up stroke she pressed her hand into the bend of his thigh and used her right hand to gather her hair into a twist so it would stay out of her face. Finally she dipped her head in towards his balls and gave Walt what he had been waiting for.

She sucked his velvety sack into her mouth and then one at a time gently sucked each of his balls singly into her mouth. She rolled them around before moving to the next. “Yes!” she silently proclaimed as she felt his cock begin to fill with blood. Happily, it never occurred to Katie that Walt may have been lying. She truly believed that his desire for her had overcome his physical affliction—which she suspected had started out as a result of too much stress and had eventually been compounded by one or two failed attempts at sex, until the problem had become much bigger than it really was. “Not anymore,” she thought. “I have cured him.”

Katie had been somewhat promiscuous in her late teens and early 20′s so she had seen quite a few dicks in her life. She was pretty sure, however, that Walt’s was the biggest of them all. There was one that may have been about the same size but being face to face with Walt’s gargantuan cock now made it hard to know for sure. She was thankful for a weak gag reflex, otherwise she wasn’t sure she would even be able to get a third of him into her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on the job at hand. She sat up higher on her knees and opened wide. Slowly she slid her mouth down onto the head and sucked her way back off. She wanted Walt to be rock-fucking-hard before things start moving towards sex and that meant she needed to play with him a bit.

She turned her blue eyes up toward Walt’s face. She was pleased to see the glazed look in his eyes. She rose up and stretched her body out until she was on her hands and knees. She never took her mouth off of Walt’s cock as she moved keeping her eyes focused on him. She parted her long toned legs and pointed her ass toward the air. She surprised herself by wishing there was someone else in the room—that smoldering doctor on the fourth floor would be superb—to play with her pussy from behind. She had never had a threesome but at this moment if another man had pushed into her from behind she would not have protested. “Maybe another time” she thought.

As if he read her mind Walt clenched his butt and tried to push further into her mouth. “You little slut”, he said in a voice thick with desire.

That brought Katie out of her daydream and with a sudden force she jammed her mouth down on his swollen shaft. It was a little over halfway into her mouth and she thought that was probably as far as it was going to get. She pushed harder and tried to swallow a little more. Walt moaned as her throat closed on the head of his dick. It had been a long time since a woman had gotten that much of his cock into her mouth, he was definitely impressed. God she felt good. He wanted to get her ass up by his mouth so he could get her nice and wet.

Katie kept a tight grip on the base of his cock, jacking him off as she bobbed up and down. She had found a rhythm now and was thrilled that she could see veins standing out along the shaft and feel the blood pumping through them. He was definitely erect. She reached down and caressed his sack and then gently massaged the flat spot between his scrotum and anus. Walt groaned and slowly flexed his ass toward her. “Damn that’s good,” he reached down and put a hand on her side. “Turn around here,” she stopped what she was doing, looking confused.

“Huh?” she said. The sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Walt leaned down and put his hand on her flat stomach and tugged her towards him. “Gimme that pussy,” he demanded.

She slid her mouth off his dick and smiled shyly, “Oh.”

She sat up straight and Walt had a sudden and intense urge to fuck her. He was tired of this game. He was going to break her. For a second Katie was scared by what she saw on Walt’s face. It looked like he wanted to kill her. She backed up and the bottom of her feet hit the footboard behind her. Then she saw what Walt meant to do. It wasn’t rage it was pure unadulterated desire on his face. His eyes burned with a frenzied hunger. He meant to take her and she felt excitement shoot through her body.

Walt bent forward and grabbed Katie’s legs. At the same time he rose up on his knees ignoring the pain that shot through his foot as he did so. He pulled Katie toward his body on the little bed. There was little room for movement and more than once he felt that he might fall off as he got turned around.

Walt bent Katie’s knees and pushed them in towards her breasts. He at least had enough wits about him to know that if he went at it all at once he would hurt her. He had been living with the leviathan between his legs long enough to know there were very few women that were loose enough to take him on the first stroke without damage to their jewel box.

He spread Katie’s legs to give himself a better view of her dripping pussy. She was definitely wet and looking down at his pounding cock waiting at the entrance he was hit with that feeling again. It wasn’t as intense as it had been a second ago but he had to work hard to stop himself from ramming his cock into her. Katie had a brief second to wonder if he would fit inside her when his head was there, pushing to get in.

“Do it”, Katie pleaded. She could see what he wanted all across his face. He had pinned her down with her knees and had spread her legs so he could watch the action. She was jealous. “Fuck me Walt. Please, fuck me.”

- The End -

I walked into the waiting room of the new doctor’s office and was pleased to find it wasn’t crowded. With a sigh of relief I walked to check in at the nurse’s station. I handed over my license and tried not to frown at the picture. Do they purposely try to catch you squinting and half smiling? I am 5’6″ with long brown hair and brown eyes, average build with large breasts and incredible long legs which are probably my best feature. The gritty license picture does me no justice.

I also handed over my new insurance card. That’s why I was there. The cheaper insurance plan for my employer means I had to switch doctors from the nice, woman friendly gynecological practice to this place where the doctor seems to go by only Dr. J. Very shady.

The waiting room had an unclean feel. The chairs looked dirty and the magazines were showing Christmas holiday gift giving advice despite the fact that it was April. I was happy to take my seat and get away from the nurses. I had been putting this check-up off for more than a year because I have a horrible problem with the doctor’s office.

The usual check up with my family practitioner is no problem but unfortunately gynecological exams were my downfall. I wasn’t afraid of them – I was turned on to the point of humiliation. Already in this dingy waiting room I started feeling the wetness seeping into my panties. I had tried so hard to dress conservative in jeans and a modest shirt and even my underwear were playfully innocent with a pink polka-dot bra and bikini cut red panties. Nothing about the outfit or my appearance screamed “sexual deviant.”

And yet I was itching to stroke my pussy through my jeans. I picked up a magazine, opened to an article (“Perfect Tips for Staying Thin This Thanksgiving Season!”) and used it as a shield as I examined the other patients in the waiting room: an obviously pregnant woman messing with her phone, a septuagenarian reading some dime-store romance novel, a sexy young woman, lips slightly parted as though she was struggling to keep her breathing steady…

Oh wait, one wall was a mirror. I flipped a few pages in the magazine to hide the flush creeping into my face. I squirmed uncomfortable in the chair knowing my pussy was oozing onto my red panties. I knew I should have masturbated before I got there but I had been nervous the doctor could somehow tell my sin from the examination. Now I was in dire straights. I thought desperately about rubbing one out quietly in the waiting room…

I repositioned the magazine and flipped the page (“Holiday Fashions for Any Figure”). My jeans were tight but I could still rub my clit through the fabric. It was already getting enlarged from just being in the room and waiting for an exam. I teased the outline of it through the fabric and felt my body tense. Nipples began getting hard and showing through my bra and thin shirt. Soon the teasing touch was too little, and I ached for further relief. I decided to risk unbuttoning my jeans…surely they wouldn’t call me anytime soo..

“ANGEL?” called a gruff voice from the back of the waiting room. I dropped the magazine guiltily, picked up my purse, and walked to the door ignoring the hot wetness between my legs.

The nurse had a real attitude problem and she seemed really unhappy at her job. I smiled at her.

She took me to a back area where they weighed me, measured my height, and then showed me to a door. I was still struggling to keep my arousal under control. This was all the foreplay leading up to the doctor’s exam and I was on edge from the anticipation. I didn’t realize she was holding a cup out to me.

“Hello? Urine sample? This way…”

Oh duh, of course. Perfect! The privacy of a bathroom would give me time to get rid of my overwhelming need to get off surely. I thanked Nurse Bitchy and took the cup into the bathroom. The fixtures were all very old but the room was clean at least. I sat down on the toilet and prepared to fill my sample cup according to directions. (Really, how many directions do there need to be? Step 1. Pee in Cup) Once the sample was done and I had used the sanitary wipes to clean up I decided to give myself a quick feel.

Leaning back against the back of the toilet with my jeans and red panties around my ankles I began to rub my excited clit while I stroked my thighs and body with my other hand. Already breathing so hard I knew I had to focus if I wanted to get done before suspicions arose. I slid the other hand down and teased my pussy lips open, spreading my legs wider where I sat on the toilet. I slid one finger in and imagined the way the doctor would do this same procedure momentarily…I could feel my body tensing as I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fingered it with the other.

BANG-BANG-BANG. “Ma’am? Do you need assistance?”

I moaned as I quickly sat up and began pulling my clothes on. “justaminute.” I remembered to wash my hands and get my sample before leaving the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror told me how red my face was. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t hear a worse Nurse Bitchy was saying but I followed her anyways.

The exam room. My pussy gave a delicious jump when I saw the stirrups. All my attempts to stop my intense arousal had only made it worse. Breathing heavy I was struggling just to keep it together.

“Please get undressed. The doctor will be in shortly.”

I looked around and did not see any gowns. I called out after her, “Sorry, where are the gowns?”

The door was already shut but I heard the muffled reply of “Budget Cuts.”

Seriously?! This wasn’t going well at all. I put down my purse and started to undress while looking around the room. Other than the bed with its crinkle paper covering, one old chair and a doctor’s stool on wheels there was no other furniture. Shower curtain rings hung from a pole but the privacy curtain was missing. I took my shirt off and folded it neatly on the chair. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them adding them to the pile. I unclipped my bra and felt my nipples harden to the cold. My hands flew to them instinctively.

And while I stood there in the fluorescent lit exam room rolling my nipples between my fingers I debated with myself. Do I take my panties off? They were cute and red with strings for sides. If I left them on the doctor would see how wet they were. A quick feel confirmed what I already knew: they were soaked and clearly outlining my pussy lips. If I took my panties off I risked looking foolish if it was understood I should retain some amount of privacy. What if I was supposed to take them off?

I was still standing and debating when a knock was at the door and then it immediately opened and admitted the doctor.

It was actually Dr. Jackson according to his name tag and he was so dreamy. He walked in accompanied by a middle aged nurse. Dr. Jackson was tall with big hands and a white doctor’s coat on. His hair was brown and cropped short. He seemed to be in good shape for being in his 40s and clean shaven. The nurse (nametag: MISTY) looked friendly and matronly. They looked at me in unison and surprise.

“You’ll need to take your underwear off, Miss Angel,” said Dr. J. That answered that.

I blushed, apologized, and bent over at the waist as I slowly pulled my wet panties down my legs and placed them on top of my folded pile of clothes. When I turned back around, completely naked, the doctor and nurse were both smiling politely.

I love being watched. I took my time climbing onto the exam table. I felt the thin table covering immediately cling to the moisture originating from my cunt.

“If you’ll lean back we will start with the breast exam,” said Dr. J. I leaned on the table which was reclined but was not flat back. When I scooted back to get comfortable my legs fell slightly open. I decided not to fix it since there was really no reason to be shy. These people were professionals.

The nurse rolled in a metal table and was arranging some tools on top. She wheeled the table beside the exam table while the doctor sat on the rolling stool and came beside where I was laying. A push of the button had him lowering me until he could comfortably look down on my 36C breasts. A few stolen glances at his face told me his eyes were hazel. Dreamy.

I cleared my mind as the doctor reached down and started groping my breasts with a firm, knowledgeable touch. My nipples were so hard. His gloved hand brushed my right nipple as he moved to the left breast, reaching across my body. I gasped.

“Are you allergic to latex?”

“Mmmno…” I answered. He was still massaging my breast. He moved back to the other. Squeezing. Gripping. Gently pulling on my left nipple, and then my right. I moaned.

“Oh dear,” said the nurse. She was frowning at my behavior. I felt so very dirty.

“Yes, it seems we have a special case. Miss Angel, are you aroused by your exam?”

Lie? Truth? Lie? “Uhhh…”

And then his gloved hand slid to my slightly parted thighs and one skilled finger parted my pussy lips and barely entered my slit.

“You are dripping wet. Are you ovulating or do you find this examination arousing?”

It was impossible not to rock my hips slightly on that gloved finger. He responded by moving his finger to gently massage my swollen clit as I pushed my hips towards his touch.

“She is definitely aroused, Dr. J.”

“I agree Misty. We will try to make this appointment as comfortable for you as possible, Miss Angel.”

“Thanks,” I managed, between moans. Nurse Misty was already coming to the table and pulling out the stirrups while Dr. J pushed a button and now the table was leaning back further until I was flat on my back. The doctor patted the stirrups and I needed no further encouragement. Once my feet were in the proper position Dr. Jay unwound some leather straps and secured them to my ankles.

“Uh..doctor,” I started to ask, although the idea of being strapped in was already making my pussy leak out onto the table.

“It is for your protection, Miss Angel. Sometimes people that become aroused at these exams require additional attention and we would hate for you to strain yourself during the treatment.”

I had no idea what was going on but I allowed the doctor to finish securing the straps tightly around my ankles and then he began to push my legs further apart. Each time the stirrups extended slightly further there was a click until finally my thighs were as far apart as I could handle. I whimpered and the doctor immediately stopped pushing. “No need to worry Miss Angel. Just making sure we have full access to your genital region.”

My hands were still free and I had no idea what to do with them. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving to stroke the sides of my breasts while I looked down at my legs spread obscenely wide. The doctor picked up a tool from the assortment on the table and with a push of a button a monitor on the ceiling came on. The doctor was fiddling with a remote and the scene on the monitor adjusted and came into focus. There was a camera positioned right at my spread pussy.

“I hope you do not mind. Part of the way we help cover costs is by providing training videos we record during our examinations. Your insurance plan requires this,” said Dr. J.

Well, that didn’t seem good at all but I was captivated.

I had never seen myself spread this wide before. My hands immediately flew to my cunt to touch it, feeling the silky wetness there. Thanks to laser hair removal the only hairs that grow are downy and light despite me having dark hair. The vision on the monitor captivated my attention.

I got so horny looking at my spread pussy that I didn’t hear Dr. J. “You MUST move your hands,” he reiterated.

“Oh, uhh, sorry,” I said, as I pulled my hands reluctantly away from my enlarged clit. The nurse was watching with a worried look on her face. God I love being watched.

The doctor moved the stool between my legs and licked a gloved finger. “I will start with the external exam,” he said and I felt my pussy tense. He started to trace along the spread lips of my cunt, using two fingers to feel along every crevice and fold. The stirrups and straps made it impossible for me to move, impossible to even thrust my hips towards his hand. He then pulled the skin off of my clit and began to gently massage it between two fingers. I was a groaning mess seeing a close up on the monitor of my clit being rubbed.

“Yes doctor, oh god..” I was moaning. Nurse Misty frowned. The doctor withdrew his hand and I realized my legs were shaking in the stirrups. I gave a frustrated moan, struggling against the restraints to push my hips towards the doctor. My hand automatically flew to my pussy and I started to play with my clit in front of him.

Dr. J. frowned at Nurse Misty. “Would you mind restraining her hands as well, Nurse?”

I started to protest, but Nurse Misty was already pulling one hand over my head and buckling a similar leather restraint around my left wrist. She then repeated the action with my other hand until they were restrained over my head while I lay on the exam table still buckled into the stirrups with my legs as wide as possible.

“Now Miss Angel, we are going to start the internal examination,” said the Doctor. My eyes were back on the overhead monitor and I watched as the doctor slid a gloved hand down to my slit and began to trace the opening of my pussy with the tip of his finger. The more he prodded the wider it seemed to gape on the monitor. “I can tell you are very tight as well as being very aroused by this procedure. I am going to make sure you are properly lubricated.”

It was the only warming I got before he scooted the stool closer and leaned down to connect his warm tongue to my throbbing clit. I could feel his latex finger circling my entrance while his tongue was teasing me so slowly that I couldn’t help but gasp and moan. I strained against the bindings wanting to grab his head and grind my pussy onto his face.

“Try to relax, Miss Angel,” said Nurse Misty, but I was too tensed from the sensation of the doctor’s tongue while watching him eat me out on the monitor. His tongue moved to trace along my outer lips before it dived deep into my already dripping hole. A gloved thumb moved to gently manipulate my clit while he prodded deeper into my cunt with his tongue.

I closed my eyes and felt my body tense, knowing an orgasm was imminent. I gasped and moaned. The doctor noticed the change and took that time to thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I felt my walls contract around his fingers immediately as my climax hit in intoxicating waves, releasing the tension I’d felt since I had first made the appointment.

As my moans subsided, the doctor continued to push on my stomach with one hand while he probed deep into my vagina with the other. His head was cocked to the side and he seemed engrossed in what he was doing. There was a copious amount of my pussy juices smeared on his chin and cheeks.

I lay panting, my entire body flushed and uncomfortable from being restrained in such an awkward position. I watched the monitor as the doctor moved away. My pussy was glistening wet and flushed from the excitement. I was so caught up in staring at myself that I failed to notice Nurse Misty approaching with another instrument.

The doctor was holding the speculum as he wheeled himself back between my legs. He placed the closed device at my entrance and began to slowly slide the instrument into my cunt. I was so wet from having just cum that there was no resistance and the instrument was extremely thin in the closed position. I did wince as it seemed to hit the back of my womb. The doctor noticed the resistance and stopped pushing the metal rod into my pussy.

I turned my attention back to the monitor and watched as the doctor began to turn the screws which caused the instrument to open. After a few seconds, the doctor started turning slower and slower and the pressure in my pussy became unbearable. I gave a frightened whimper.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, it’s just another few minutes. It’s important that we get a good view for the video.”

I continued to gasp and moan as the pressure continued; it looked like my pussy could not possibly stretch any wider. I was always very tight and had never seen myself spread to such an extreme. Tears sprung into my eyes. The doctor seemed to sense my distress and reached a finger to begin rubbing my clit while my pussy was spread wide.

He reached for an instrument and shined a tiny flashlight into the deepest recesses of my cunt. I was moaning now, not just because he had resumed his attentions on my clit, but also because the flashlight gave an obscene view on the monitor of my insides.

The doctor pushed the stool away from between my legs leaving an unobstructed view of the speculum buried in my pussy and open to an extreme position. I was feeling such an ache, I began to whimper and moan. “Please take it out,” I begged.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, this is for studious purposes. We are going to need to observe the reaction to your inner walls when you experience a violent gagging sensation.”

What the…

“Nurse Misty, could you please see that our patient is as comfortable as possible during this procedure?”

“Yes, doctor.”

And suddenly things were happening so fast I couldn’t keep up. One second Nurse Misty was grabbing a new tool that began to buzz suspiciously and moving it toward my exposed twat. She put the vibrator against the speculum and my entire pussy was instantly electrified from the feeling of vibrations deep within my body. Her finger was gently teasing my clit out of its hood while she held the vibrator against the metal rod.

So lost in moaning and experiencing this new feeling I didn’t notice Dr. J had moved to beside my head on the exam table and was stroking his big cock. I was sad to have missed the moment when it sprung, fully hard and over 7 inches, from his black slacks. I could see it was already glistening with precum that he was rubbing into his shaft and getting closer and closer to my head.

I struggled against my bindings uselessly as the doctor approached but was conflicted on whether I wanted to get away or swallow him whole in one movement.

“Doctor, I..” I started, but as soon as my lips parted the salty head of his cock was forced between my lips.

“Shhh, Miss Angel. It’s important that you relax,” he said as he pushed his dick further into my waiting mouth.

I took my time, exploring his cock with my tongue, tasting his precum and attempting to bob my head on his member but finding it hard being so restrained. The vibrating on my pussy combined with his dick in my mouth was building me up for another orgasm quickly. He didn’t mind my lack of movement, putting a firm hand behind my head and pushing himself deeper into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax, gasped for air when he retreated from my throat and then moaned as he pushed forward again. Then I gagged.

The spasm through my restrained body was violent and I felt my cunt contract around the invading speculum and almost manage to dislodge it.

“Impressive,” moaned Dr. J, before thrusting back into my throat. The onslaught was brutal and I was lost in the feeling of having my face fucked by the doctor while simultaneously having my clit rubbed and entire genital area vibrating. It was too much. I was gagging again, this one more violent than the last.

Each time he forced his dick into my throat hard enough to make me gag my body shook and the walls of my pussy threatened to push the metal torture device out onto the table. The questionable test continued for several minutes as I slurped noisily on Dr. J’s cock. Without warning, he grunted loudly and forced his dick to the back of my throat where I felt his length throbbing and shooting thick strands down my throat.

There was no choice but to swallow and I gagged and struggled to handle the large load. The sensation of his cum filling my mouth and gagging me pushed me over the edge. I cried out though it was muffled by his dick in my mouth and I continued to swallow and suck his cock until the doctor was spent.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly as I got my fill of the doctor’s cum. After he withdrew, leaving me gasping for breath I felt the nurse quickly spin the screws and the pressure in my pussy immediately lessened. The doctor took a few steps away from me and though his back was turned I could tell he was adjusting himself.

Nurse Misty gave a polite smile as she moved to undo the bindings on my hands and then those around my ankles. “All done now, Miss Angel!”

I was struggling to catch my breath as I carefully dressed myself and tried to fix my hair. A few strands were soaked with spit from sucking the doctor off with my head sideways while lying down. I smoothed those strands and hoped no one would notice or at least not guess what had happened.

I was in a satisfied haze as the doctor handed me a signed form and smiled a dashing smile. He didn’t seem phased in the slightest by the testing that had occurred. As I exited the room, he was pressing buttons on the remote control and the monitor I had forgotten went black. I hoped that video really was for learning purposes. Or maybe I hoped it was for personal purposes.

With my purse in one hand and form in the other I returned to the nurse’s station. They took the form and began typing something on the computer. I was trying hard to look casual.

“Dr. J says you will need a check-up for your condition. He recommends you come back next month?”

“Next month?” I asked, confused. Wasn’t this a yearly physical? And then I realized what it would mean, coming back here next month.

“Yes that will be fine,” I said, too eagerly. I could get used to this type of treatment.

- The End -

Michelle and Dr. Wellhung had been writing emails back and forth and chatting on instant messenger for nearly a month before she finally decided to follow through with her desire to undergo an examination. She was nervous, she was apprehensive, and she was also driven by a desire that was relentless. That was her dilemma. She was an intelligent and responsible woman, and she was about to do something that any intelligent and responsible woman would think was absolutely crazy. In fact, the whole thing was crazy. Michelle had found the “Dr. Wellhung’s Gyno Clinic” web site on the Internet. She had written to him and, damn, he had actually written back to her! Now she was going to meet him.

It was difficult enough meeting someone new for the first time, but that was child’s play in comparison to this. She was not just going to meet someone new; she was going to a hotel room with a total stranger whom she had met on the Internet. She was going to take her clothes off. This “Dr. Wellhung” was going to have full access to her body and he was going to do things of the most intimate nature, externally and internally. Even her bi-annual pelvic exam was nothing compared to this!

As Michelle showered and dressed she still could hardly believe that she was really doing this. Although her appointment had been scheduled for a week it still did not yet feel completely real. Dr. Wellhung had arranged to meet her at a Quality Inn about fifteen minutes from her home. He had proposed that they meet in their cars in the parking lot and then go for coffee or breakfast. Now she almost wished that she had taken him up on the offer. Instead she had told him that it would be more exciting for her to just go directly to his room. The Doctor agreed and told her that once he had checked-in he would call and let her know that it was time.

The doctor told Michelle that he thought that he should be calling her sometime around 11:00am. As it got closer to that time Michelle felt the butterflies churning in her stomach. She also felt another sensation, a tingling between her legs. She was looking at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time when her cell phone rang. She knew this was it. She answered and heard the Doctor’s voice for the first time.

“Michelle? This is your Doctor. It’s time for your examination.”

“OK” she answered.

“I am all checked-in, Room 628.” he told her. Michelle thought that he had a nice voice.

Michelle said that she was on her way and would be there shortly. Now that she had heard his voice the sense of unreality that she had been feeling began to change to something else. She put her coat on and took her purse and keys. She walked to her car and got in. The fantasy she enjoyed when she had masturbated alone in the middle of the night was becoming real. Those many nights, especially since she and the Doctor had been communicating, Michelle had laid there in her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her vagina throbbed as she used her Hitachi Magic Wand, and she had dreamed about getting an erotic examination. In those late night secret fantasies of hers she tried to imagine the feel of a speculum entering her there.

Now it was going to really happen. It wasn’t the middle of the night; it was a few minutes after 11:00 in the morning. There was real traffic and real stores and real people going about their business. There was a real Michelle and she was driving in her real car, and yet those fantasies were also just as real in her mind as she drove to her appointment with the Doctor. She tried to put them out of her mind for fear that the Doctor would find her panties already soaked when she disrobed. That would be so embarrassing. Beyond embarrassing, mortifying! She tried to will those thoughts away and she tried to will the tingling between her legs to stop, but she could not. Michelle’s imagination was vivid and suddenly an image flashed into her mind. It was that picture the Doctor had let her see, the one where a woman’s hand was clutched around the base of his penis and it was fully erect and standing straight up. The vivid memory of that picture sent a jolt through her body, beginning there between her legs. She felt her vagina spasm and, oh no, she was sure that she felt a squirt of fluid escape.

The drive to the hotel seemed to take seconds. “This is it” she thought. Michelle pulled into the parking lot and as she did she briefly thought of turning around and leaving. She was so nervous and all she had to do was leave and that would make the butterflies stop churning in her stomach. But then she thought of how Dr. Wellhung had driven over three hours to meet her and how he had already spent the money for the hotel room. She couldn’t do that to him. She also thought of how, after all these years, her fantasy could finally come true. If she turned around she would be letting herself down as much as she would be letting him down. Her fantasies would never be realized. And even now as she thought of what was about to happen she could feel that throbbing between her legs. No, she would NOT leave.

Michelle parked her car. When she got out of her car she could definitely feel dampness in her panties. It was not her imagination again; it really was damp down there. She walked inside and found the elevator. She pushed the button for floor six. The door opened immediately. Her heart was pounding in her chest. After a few moments the door opened again on floor six. Michelle got out and walked down the hall. Her heart was really racing now. 620, 622, 624, 626, oh geeze – Room 628.

For a couple seconds that felt like hours Michelle stood there in front of the door to Room 628, her heart pounding and her stomach in knots. She already knew that her crotch felt moist and now she felt that her nipples had become hard. Not that too!!!

The knock on the Doctor’s hotel room door was so light that he almost missed it. It was a tentative little knock, as if the woman on the other side of the door was, even at this last minute, not quite sure that she was actually going to do it.

Doctor Wellhung opened the door and Michelle stood there in front of him. This was the first time Dr. Wellhung had seen her. She had described herself for him, in some detail in fact, but she did not have a picture to send him by email. Nonetheless, the Doctor was very pleasantly surprised. Michelle was a most attractive woman.

She came in the room and the Doctor closed the door behind her. Even before removing her coat he took her in his arms and he kissed her – deeply – and Michelle kissed him back, just as deeply. It was not just a little “glad to finally meet you” kiss of two strangers meeting for the first time, there was passion there too.

The Doctor took Michelle’s coat and hung it from the hanger in the closet alcove. She saw that the room was nice enough, a suite, with a Jacuzzi right there in the main room. There was another room as well, and it was darker in there, and in the other room was a huge king bed with a lamp table on each side. Candles burned on the lamp tables. She also noticed that Dr. Wellhung had a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in an ice bucket next to the Jacuzzi.

Despite the early hour Michelle accepted the Doctor’s offer of Asti Spumante. While he uncorked the bottle and poured them both small glasses she looked in at the bed. “Ohmigod!”, she thought, that was where it was going to happen. So far the doctor seemed nice enough but still she was so, so very nervous. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the glass.

Michelle had told the Doctor several times how nervous she was about the prospect of getting an examination. Even as she finally made the decision to meet with him she wrote “After much thinking over the weekend, I want to make an appointment with you. The constant thought of you giving me an examination is more than I can handle and I realize that the nerves will be there whether its in 2 weeks or 2 months”.

In consideration of her nervousness Dr. Wellhung had promised Michelle that he would begin by giving her a massage before doing anything else. All she would be agreeing to initially was to the massage. The Doctor promised to allow her to leave her lingerie on while getting her massage, and that he would not be as much as touching her in any of her private areas. He would give her a massage, and if after the massage she was not able to relax and feel comfortable enough to undergo an examination, then her appointment would be over with no questions asked.

As soon as the Doctor had removed her shoes and socks and began to massage her feet Michelle knew that would not happen. He was using a very nice warmed lotion, and he was taking his time, gently yet firmly rubbing her feet as she lay there enjoying the sensations. There was no rush, just pleasure. The Doctor thoroughly massaged the lotion into her feet, ankles, and even her calves to the extent possible with her jeans still on. Several times he came up and kissed her passionately.

“Michelle, I am going to massage your legs now,” the Doctor said while undoing the button of her pants. Her response was to raise her hips to help him slip them down. The doctor unzipped her jeans and worked them over the curves of Michelle’s hips. He was careful not to slip her panties off at the same time. Her jeans were tight but once he got them down past her hips the rest was easy. Michelle was amused that he took the time to fold them neatly and place them on a chair in the corner of the room.

When the Doctor returned to sit on the bed next to his patient he took the tube of lotion and squirted a generous amount into his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm them. As he was doing so he took a moment to look at her now that she was no longer wearing pants. Michelle was right, she did have very nice legs. He also noticed that despite the fact that her legs were closed demurely, the fullness of her white cotton panties revealed that Michelle’s vulva was well developed. He could also see a slightly dark shadow showing through the fabric and he was pleased that she had followed Doctor’s Orders and not shaved her pubic hair.

Dr. Wellhung devoted a very enjoyable and long time massaging Michelle’s shapely legs. He started with her ankles, and then moved upward to her calves, and then her thighs. He would add more of the warmed lotion frequently and while warming it in his hands he noticed that his luscious patient had a much more serene and relaxed look on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was even smiling slightly. The Doctor continued his massage to her upper thighs moving tantalizingly close to the edge of her panties. He slipped his fingers in between her legs there to coax her to open them a bit. He heard a slight gasp as Michelle felt his fingers there in the warmth of her inner thighs, and when he looked she had parted her lips slightly. She had also parted her legs a little more, not fully spread but certainly open enough so the Doctor had full access to massage all the way up.

Once Michelle had opened her legs a little the Doctor had a much nicer view of her crotch area. The form of her outer labia, and even the cleft between them was quite apparent. Had it not been for his promise to begin with a non-sexual massage only, the doctor most certainly would have touched her there. As it was he remained true to his word and he limited his caresses to those areas not covered by her lingerie. He rubbed the lotion into that exceptionally soft skin between her legs and he could feel the heat emanating from Michelle’s crotch. He wondered if when he touched the white cotton there he would find it damp.

“Michelle, I want you to roll over now so I can massage the back of your legs” the Doctor instructed.

Michelle dutifully did as told and turned over so she was lying on her stomach. This time she left her legs slightly apart, not wantonly, but enough that the Doctor did not need to coax her to open them again. Again, he applied lotion to his hands, warmed it, and then began low on her legs, working up. While he massaged her he admired her body. Michelle was in very good shape for a woman in her late forties. She obviously exercised and took care of herself. She had a most womanly form. The Doctor could see that her buttocks looked firm under the thin white cloth of her panties. She had chosen her lingerie just as instructed. He had told her to dress as if she was going to her usual bi-annual exam and she had done so.

Doctor Wellhung massaged the warmed lotion into the skin of the back of her legs as thoroughly as he had done the front. He noted that this time when doing the insides of her thighs that Michelle slightly opened her legs even further. It was so tempting to touch that taught fabric there. It looked even tighter now, as if her vulva had become swollen. The heat from her sex seemed even more distinct. As the Doctor massaged the back of her hips just beyond her pantyline he did so with both hands in a manner that slightly pulled her cheeks open with his kneading. Michelle responded to that with an almost imperceptible undulation of her hips.

The bedroom was rather dark due to the fact that the only light was from the two candles and what came in from the adjacent room, but Dr. Wellhung also noticed what seemed to be a damp spot beginning there in the crotch of Michelle’s panties. It was hard to be positive, but it sure seemed as if the white cotton was a bit darker there right at the point where Michelle’s vaginal opening would be.

The Doctor hands moved further up now, above the elastic waistband of his patient’s panties and slightly underneath her sweater, rubbing the warmed lotion into the muscles of her lower back. It was time to give her a back massage now so he told her that he would be removing her sweater. She did not at all resist when he began to pull it upward and she raised herself up off the bed enough that he could pull it beyond the mounds of her amply filled bra. Once he had it off he excused himself briefly and took that sweater, folded it, and placed it on the chair with Michelle’s jeans and socks.

He returned, squeezed more lotion onto his hands, warmed them and then proceeded to massage his patient’s back. There was no rush and he took his time, doing his best to help her to relax. He brushed her silky blonde hair aside and massaged her neck and shoulders. He also massaged her arms. He could feel tension in the muscles of her shoulders when he started, but as he continued those muscles loosened. Then he went lower, lightly lifting the straps of her bra and rubbing the skin below.

When Doctor Wellhung had finished with her backrub he told Michelle that she had to roll over again so he could do her front. She hesitated just a moment and then turned over on to her back again. Their eyes met. The anxiousness that he had seen in them now was nearly gone. She smiled shyly and the Doctor leaned over and kissed her again, a long, deep, and passionate kiss.

“Are you doing alright dear?” the Doctor asked her.

“Yes” Michelle said and smiled softly, “much better now”.

“Good, now put your hands behind your head and I will finish your massage” the Doctor replied and squeezed lotion into the palm of his hand.

Michelle complied with his instructions and again laid her head back and closed her eyes. Dr. Wellhung again admired his patient’s most attractive form. Her tummy was softly rounded and had great tone. That was amazing considering that she had two pregnancies and both were large babies. He knew from her Medical History Form that she wore a 33B brassiere. The Doctor was not a man who was greatly turned on by the women one typically sees in men’s magazines such as Penthouse. Instead, he appreciated a woman’s more natural appearance, no breast implants, no collagen injections, and although he did appreciate how shaving could reveal the form of a woman’s vulva, he just as much found full pubic hair appealing. The Doctor could tell that Michelle’s body was all-natural and she looked appealing indeed lying there in nothing but her panties and bra.

The Doctor rubbed the lotion over Michelle’s tummy, right to the very edge of the elastic band at the waist of her panties. He moved upward to do the skin just below her bra, then higher yet again to the soft swells of her breasts.

Her lips were slightly parted and he leaned over again and lightly brushed his own across hers.

“Michelle, its time for you to decide if you want me to give you your examination. Would you like to stay longer?” Dr. Wellhung asked her.

“Yes Doctor, I will stay” she answered without hesitation. It was only a small sentence but it had a great meaning. It meant that Michelle had given herself over to the Doctor’s care. She had committed herself and now all those secret fantasies were about to be realized. The butterflies returned but not nearly as bad as earlier. When she felt the Doctor’s hand slip into the cup of her bra and touch her nipple it signified that he was beginning.

Dr. Wellhung slid an arm under Michelle’s back and lifted her upright to a seated position. She felt his fingers behind her back, felt him undo the clasps of her bra, felt the release of tension as he opened the back strap. He removed her bra completely and then surprised her by squeezing lotion onto his hand once again and finishing massaging her back as she still sat upright. Then he got up and put her bra on the chair with the other articles of clothing he had placed there earlier.

Michelle sat there, topless now; awaiting what would come next. Doctor smiled at her as he again applied more lotion to his hands. He rubbed them together to warm them and then he sat on the bed slightly behind her and reached around and cupped her breasts, and gently rubbed the lotion into the skin that had been hidden inside the cups of her bra. As he did so the doctor felt Michelle’s nipples hardening against his palms.

“Now lay back dear and I will be examining your breasts.” he instructed.

Michelle did as he told her, again with her hands on the pillow behind her head. The Doctor ran his fingertips across the skin of first one breast and then the other, feeling every bit of the tissue for form and firmness, encircling the edge of her areolas to observe how her nipples responded, feeling the little bumps as they stiffened under his touch. He lightly squeezed her nipples to check for any discharge, first one and then the other. While manual expression did not reveal any discharge, Dr. Wellhung did have another procedure to perform. He got up and went to the table where the case containing his medical instruments was. He returned to his patient with the first of many instruments that he would be using.

Michelle had her eyes closed as she lay there and was not sure what to expect next. She felt the doctor applying lotion around her nipple and then something hard being placed over it. Then she heard a click and a soft humming sound. Almost immediately she felt a tugging sensation there. Dr Wellhung was using a breast pump, and the sensation as it sucked at her nipple was most noticeable. He held the pump in place let it run and slowly cause her nipple to swell. At the same time he used his other hand to stimulate her other nipple. Michelle was becoming even more aroused. She was not aware of it but the Doctor did notice that as he was checking for nipple discharge his patient had gradually opened her legs and her hips were moving ever so slightly.

The breast pump the Doctor was using was adjusted at the minimum setting when he started, and gradually he turned the power higher. Michelle’s nipple was becoming quite swollen and enlarged enough that it now filled the apex of the clear plastic cup and was being drawn into the neck. The tip of her nipple was fully erect and nearly twice the size of her other nipple (which was also erect but not under suction). The doctor cycled the vacuum release button and observed how her nipple was being suckled in and out of the neck. For a moment Michelle raised her head and looked down at her nipples. She had felt the way the Doctor had been manually expressing one breast and the pump was milking the other. She could feel a tingling there in both nipples but was unable to see if there was any lactation. Dr. Wellhung was also watching for the same and he did not see it. A different approach was clearly necessary.

The Doctor used the vacuum release button again and removed the pump from Michelle’s left breast and switched it to the right side. Her left nipple was still greatly engorged and pointing straight up. He leaned over and licked around the bumpy edge of her areola and his patient gasped at the sensation. He sucked her nipple in between his lips and began nursing from that stiff little bud. She gasped again. While sucking and pumping her nipples the Doctor felt it would be a good time to see if Michelle was showing additional signs of arousal. He slipped his free hand down the soft skin of her quivering tummy and then over the waistband of her panties and down the mound of her vulva.

Michelle opened her legs and slightly raised her hips to meet his touch. The Doctor fingers found the indentation in the crotch of her panties that marked the opening of her vagina. The fabric was very damp, nearly soaking. He rubbed his finger there and she responded by opening her legs fully and slightly gyrating her hips in time with his strokes. The doctor slipped his finger back up the slick fabric, following the crease between her labia. He found her clitoris, hard under the soft cotton. He rubbed his finger up and down the sides of it, palpitating the root and she moaned in pleasure. As Dr. Wellhung rhythmically stroked Michelle’s clitoral shaft, he sucked even harder with his lips on her nipple and cycled the vacuum release button, thus causing the suction to milk her other nipple at the same time. Michelle’s breathing became faster and her hips moved sensually against his fingers.

The Doctor momentarily stopped sucking her throbbing nipple and moved to kiss her again. This was no light touch of the lips, it was a deep and lustful kiss, and his tongue probing into her most willingly opened mouth. At the same time Dr. Wellhung did other probing. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Michelle’s panties, slid is fingers down between her silken inner labia and inserted one fingertip into her vagina. She kissed him back even more passionately. He felt how completely wet and accommodating her vagina was, and he pushed his finger deeper inside. It was as if Michelle opened up down there, and as soon as the Doctor’s finger was well inside, she squeezed. He could feel that Michelle’s g-spot was extremely swollen and rough, and she was very obviously bearing down to make it easier for him to rub that bulging bit of tissue there inside her vagina. The Doctor slipped a second finger inside Michelle’s vagina and with both together he reached them just beyond her g-spot and, applying a slight pressure up and out, he stroked it. The technique caused intense stimulation of her g-spot and urethra at the same time. Michelle involuntarily bucked her hips and her vagina clenched in spasms. The Doctor could tell that Michelle was in the proper state of arousal to get the most out her examination.

Just when a climax seemed imminent Dr. Wellhung removed his fingers from his patient’s vagina. Using both hands, he closed her legs and slipped her panties down and off. He got up and placed them unfolded across the arm of the chair so that the damp crotch area could dry. Then he went to retrieve more items from his case of medical equipment. This time the items he selected were for patient control. Among other things, Michelle had told Dr. Wellhung that it was her fantasy to be examined while restrained and blindfolded, helpless and vulnerable and with the Doctor fully in control of what would be done to her.

It was Dr. Wellhung’s responsibility to learn what would be the most exciting for his patient, what specific procedures she really desired to have done, and in what manner. Then he would do his best to be the Doctor she desired and conduct her examination in accordance with her turn-ons and fantasies. A woman might prefer a Doctor with a stern and commanding nature, quick to administer discipline for any infraction. She might find excitement in the embarrassment of being made to disrobe and the Doctor noticing (and of course pointing out) the fact that her nipples were hard or she seemed to be experiencing an unusual amount of vaginal secretions. A woman may wish to be blindfolded like Michelle, or she may find arousal in watching the Doctor at work. She may want to experience something rather different such as being catheterized or she may want an examination during which she must bear uncomfortable procedures. She may want extensive breast stimulation and induced lactation. She may crave being treated as a submissive and naughty little slut and a plaything for the Doctor’s enjoyment. Dr. Wellhung was very astute and he took the time necessary to understand his patients’ mind before scheduling any examination of her body.

Michelle did want a full range of procedures, but nothing painful. She did not want to be treated like a naughty girl or slut. She wanted to be teased, she wanted to be controlled, and she wanted to be sexually gratified. She also wanted her examination to be conducted with a focus on tenderness and sensuality. Michelle thought that so far Dr. Wellhung was doing a very, very good job at making her fantasies all come true.

She was lying on the bed on her back and still breathing somewhat quickly. She had kept her legs closed after the Doctor had removed her panties. That position limited what the Doctor could see but that would not be the case for much longer. He sat on the bed next to her and lifted her left wrist and fastened a cuff around it. Michelle’s heart rate jumped when she felt that.

Dr. Wellhung demonstrated the function to his patient.

“Now dear” he explained, “these cuffs are held closed with Velcro. There is a tab here that you pull to release them.”

He unwrapped the Velcro with its characteristic ripping sound and then reattached it. “Now you try it” he told her. Michelle used her other hand and unwrapped it herself. The Doctor wrapped it again. He continued, “The cuffs are attached with these little spring loaded snap hooks. You could unlatch them yourself. If the restraints get uncomfortable then you need to tell me and I will readjust them or take them off. Now remember this Michelle, if you feel panicky just say so and I will take these off immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes Doctor.” she replied.

“Alright then, I will finish getting you in position.” he said and then he leaned down and lifting each of her feet slightly and fastened another set of Velcro cuffs around Michelle’s ankles. Next Dr. Wellhung assembled the spreader bar. It was another of his creations, made of chrome tubing with stainless steel eyelets on the ends. He made it in two pieces so it would fit discretely in his case. The two halves joined rigidly in the center and once together the spreader bar would hold the patient’s ankles fully 30″ apart. The Doctor moved down to the foot of the bed and attached the snap hook of one ankle cuff to one of the eyelets of the spreader bar. Then he took hold of the snap hook on Michelle’s other ankle and spread her legs enough to fasten it to the other eyelet.

This was the first time that Dr. Wellhung had a clear view of Michelle’s vulva. Her pubic hair was nicely full and a medium brown color. As her legs had opened it revealed that Michelle had very well developed genitals. Her outer labia were large and full. Her clitoral hood was apparent and the tip of her clitoral bud was clearly visible. Her inner labia were also prominent and had parted slightly. They were glistening wet with her vaginal secretions.

Dr. Wellhung now grasped Michelle’s ankles and moved them further up the bed, thus raising her knees. He reached and took hold of the snap hook around her left wrist and pulled it down until he could snap it to the ring on the cuff of her left ankle. He did the same with her right wrist and ankle. This left Michelle very effectively immobilized and her crotch area completely accessible.

Dr. Wellhung got up off the bed and then leaned over his bound patient and again kissed her. She had the urge to put her arms around him but she could not do so. In fact, she could not do anything. The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability was incredible! The Doctor ended their kiss and the last thing that he did was to use a hand to slightly lift her head from the pillow. He put a black satin blindfold over her eyes. Michelle’s world went dark.

Michelle was restrained in a position that was reasonably close to that of a woman on a real gynecological examination table. Her knees were raised and her legs were held apart as effectively as if she were in stirrups. Her pubic area was fully accessible. There was one last matter to attend to. With her wrists and ankles attached together it had pulled the spreader bar up tight against Michelle’s bottom. Dr. Wellhung took a pillow and folded a towel over double on top of it and told Michelle to lift up while he slipped them under her buttocks. This raised her pelvis enough so that the chrome tube was no longer in the way. Now her anus was as accessible as her vagina. The Doctor stood for a moment and admired his work, and was extremely pleased. The black satin blindfold contrasted nicely with Michelle’s shoulder-length dark blonde and highlighted hair and the black blindfold, black cuffs and chrome spreader bar had a distinctly SM-like appearance. On the whole, Michelle looked very beautiful and exceptionally erotic. Geeze, he loved his work!

With the blindfold covering her eyes, now the Doctor was free to get some light on the subject. He turned on the overhead light, turned on the two lamps beside the bed and he turned on a lamp in the corner as well. Then he went to the table where his case was and unfolded a towel there and began removing and preparing his medical equipment. On the towel he laid out four different speculums, a digital thermometer, several vaginal and anal plugs, a black inflatable plug with squeeze bulb, a pocket rocket and an insertable vibrator, a sealed bag with sterile catheters, a penlight, the rectal probe, an enema kit, a douche kit, several different types of lubricant, a pack of moist wipes, and various attachments. The Doctor checked to be sure that all the battery-powered implements were working, and he was pleased that as usual everything worked perfectly. Finally the Doctor took the breast pump he had been using earlier and he assembled a clear vinyl tube into the neck of the nipple cup. A soft silicon rubber cap was fit over the end of the tube. Then he went into the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly. When he returned the Doctor was ready to begin his examination of Michelle’s pelvic area.

Doctor Wellhung sat on the foot of the bed. He began by placing his hand on Michelle’s tummy just above her pubic bone and gently pressing in to feel for any enlargement of her ovaries or womb. Despite not being formally trained the Doctor did have a reasonable amount of medical knowledge, and he also knew his patient. Michelle had been extremely apprehensive so the Doctor was taking care not to move forward too quickly. He was giving her a chance to get used to the feel of his hands on her again prior to more intimate contact. After a few moments he then slipped both his hands down to the inside of her thighs and moved them in to open Michelle’s labia for a visual examination.

When the Doctor spread Michelle’s full outer labia, her inner ones flowered open as well. He had a most intimate view of the structures within. Michelle’s vaginal introitus was not fully closed. The pink bulge of her still swollen g-spot was evident just inside. Just above her vaginal opening the Doctor could see the little slit that marked the opening of her urethra. Her clitoris was prominent and it was still in an erect state with the little pearly pink end projecting from her hood. Her inner labia were dark pink and engorged. Dr. Wellhung slipped his hands a bit lower and spread her again. The lower position of his fingertips caused her vagina to open even more and he could see somewhat inside. He parted her cheeks and saw that Michelle’s anus was smooth and somewhat darker than the skin of her inner cheeks. She was not clenched and had responded to his spreading by relaxing and allowing her anus to be opened ever so slightly. It was wet with the secretions from her vagina. Overall, the Doctor thought that Michelle’s pelvic area had a very attractive and womanly appearance and she showed very obvious signs of sexual arousal.

Dr. Wellhung used KY Liquid to lubricate Michelle’s clitoral area. He carefully avoided touching the little turgid bud itself but did apply the lubricant all around it. Then he took the breast pump and placed the soft silicon rubber cup over her clitoris and turned it on at a medium setting. Slowly the suction had its effect. Michelle’s clitoris began to swell and lengthen. The Doctor always marveled at how big a woman’s clitoris would become as the vacuum worked it magic. Bit by bit that little organ was filling the vinyl tube. He briefly touched the vacuum release button and it retracted slightly. Again he let the vacuum build and now increased the setting to full. Michelle gasped and her hips twitched. Below the pump sucking at her clitoris a single translucent whitish drip of her feminine secretions emerged from her vaginal opening. The drip grew and then slowly crept downward to wet her anus.

Doctor Wellhung let the pump work on Michelle’s clitoris for a good five minutes and in that time he cycled the vacuum as if it was mechanically nursing her clitoris. By the time he finally hit the vacuum release button for the last time and removed the pump Michelle’s clitoris was hugely engorged and Michelle was straining against her cuffs with the need for a climax. The Doctor knew just what it would take to send her over the edge. He moved his face very close to Michelle’s quivering vulva and breathed lightly – directly on the swollen tip of her clitoris. Her hips bucked. Doctor Wellhung licked the end of her clitoris. Michelle went over the edge and a shattering orgasm exploded from her groin.

The Doctor did not let her recover. We did not let her come down. When he felt the first wave of spasms subside he inserted a finger into her vagina and rubbed her g-spot and she went off again, gasping and laughing/crying from the intensity. Her vaginal spasms finally stopped and so Dr. Wellhung took her clitoris in between his lips and sucked and took her to never-never land again. Each time the greatest intensity of her climax would pass the Doctor did something to push her back up again. He rubbed the side of her clitoral shaft while spearing his tongue into her vaginal opening. She came. He licked just above her vagina, stimulating her urethral opening and she came again. He used two fingers to stroke up and down the length of her clitoral shaft and she came. He licked the swollen tip of it again while rubbing a finger over her wet anus and another climax washed over her. He slowly inserted a finger into her anus and she came yet again. Whether these were multiple orgasms or a single long orgasm with multiple peaks was irrelevant. His patient was responding very well to treatment.

Dr. Wellhung kept his patient in the orgasmic state until she was cried out “enough”. He stopped to let her rest and got up and kissed her. She could not much kiss back as she was gasping for air. The Doctor went to the table and selected several instruments for the next procedure. When he returned he saw that in her throes of ecstasy Michelle’s blindfold had become slightly askew. He fixed that for her. He resumed his position at the foot of the bed. He noted that her clitoris has still slightly swollen but mostly returned to its normal erect size. Her entire vulva was glistening with her juices and there was a small wet spot on the towel under her.

Dr. Wellhung used his fingers and opened Michelle’s labia. He upended the bottle of KY Liquid and dripped some onto and the opening of her vagina. Some ran inside. He gently inserted the Collins speculum. The feeling of the cool metal entering her must have been shocking because Michelle moaned slightly. Then the Doctor remembered that in one of her earlier letters she had written about imagining how that would feel. He realized that she had moaned because of finally feeling what she had imagined countless times. The Doctor began turning the little thumbscrew that opened the blades. A Collins speculum spreads horizontally. The blades are attached at the bottom and open at the top. The spreading of her labia accentuated her clitoris and the little pink bud was still quite engorged and projecting from its hood. As he opened the blades further he could see deeper and deeper into her vagina. Her cervix came into view, a dark pink little dome deep inside.

Dr. Wellhung used his penlight to examine her internally. The tissues inside her vagina were firm and a healthy shade of pink. They were also very wet. A clear white mixture of the KY and her vaginal secretions had accumulated at the bottom and there was so much that it that it almost seemed as if her cervix was floating in it. He g-spot was a prominent bulge on the top wall of her vaginal barrel, just inside the opening. Just above her vaginal introitus, Michelle’s urethral opening was visible. That reminded the Doctor that he had forgotten to take her temperature! Now he had a dilemma. The hinge of the speculum blocked access to his patient’s anus and her vagina was far to open for a vaginal temperature reading. He would have to take her temperature urethrally. Dr. Wellung took a moistened wipe and lightly cleaned the area. Then he opened the little case and removed the digital basal thermometer. It was pre-sterilized and unbreakable and the tip was small and rounded, perfect for his purposes. He opened a fresh tube of KY and squeezed a bit of the gel on the tip or the thermometer and then a little more gel directly on that tiny little opening. The Doctor turned the thermometer on and carefully inserted the tip into Michelle’s urethra.

Michelle had no idea of what was coming. Suddenly she felt something being inserted in a place that she had not been expecting. It was an entirely different sensation, not painful at all, but certainly noticeable. The tip was a constant small diameter about the size of a regular glass thermometer for a length of about an inch long. Then it gradually tapered larger to the size of the body of the thermometer. The Doctor wanted a good internal temperature reading and slipped the tip fully inside Michelle’s urethra. It felt strangely erotic to Michelle as it slipped deeper into her urethra. He held it there until it beeped and he noted 99.8, which was within the normal range for a woman in a sexually aroused state. He momentarily let go of the thermometer and it stayed in place. Michelle had a small urethra. If he were to catheterize her he would probably need to use a size FR8 or FR10. “Damn” he thought; all he had was a FR12 and FR16.

Dr. Wellhung took a small soft vibrator and turned it on. It hummed softly. He introduced it into the opening of the speculum and let it essentially slide into place so the end was resting and vibrating on Michelle’s cervix. The vibrator was nearly all the way inside her. The base hummed against her g-spot. It did not take long at all before Michelle was again responding with a familiar rocking of her hips. Doctor Wellhung also noted that her clitoris and nipples were both erect again.

Soon Dr. Wellhung could tell that Michelle was again approaching a climax. He selected another of his instruments that he was sure would push her over the edge. It was a battery powered electric toothbrush, the children’s type with the very soft bristles. When it was applied to a woman’s clitoris the effect was devastating. However, before he could even use it she began climaxing yet again. When she came she bucked her hips. The muscles of her tummy clenched. Her fingers gripped the sheets and her anus clenched too. Undoubtedly, her vagina would be clenching as well, but the speculum prevented that. The Doctor did not stimulate her further at that point. He left the vibrator in place and waited until Michelle’s spasms had stopped and residual aftershocks were all that was left. Then he very carefully touched the spinning bristles to the very tip of Michelle’s clitoris. She thrust her hips upwards and came all over again. The Doctor smiled and thought that it must have been another real good one because she was laughing/crying again.

The Doctor kept the brush there just barely touching her clitoris until Michelle had been in climax for at least three or four minutes continuously. Then he let her catch her breath. He removed the thermometer and he grasped the base of the small vibrator and removed it from the speculum. He used the penlight and noted that Michelle had even more feminine secretions pooled at the bottom of her vagina. He also marveled at how engorged her g-spot was. That most sensitive area was very visibly swollen and projecting down between the rounded stainless steel blades of the speculum. Dr. Wellhung gently pushed the speculum inside until it was again fully seated and the flared ends of the blades were pressed against her labia. Her g-spot was right there now, extremely accessible. He barely needed to insert his finger to touch it. It felt it firm and somewhat rough as he gently rubbed it. To Michelle it felt incredible. The stimulation was so focused; just her g-spot and nowhere else. She felt the tingling and warmth building in her genitals yet again. Her hands closed into fists and she needed to cum so bad it was driving her crazy. She was desperate for the Doctor to do something to take her there again. In her mind she was screaming “Lick my clit!” but she could not say the words. Then just as she was at the very brink, teetering over the abyss of pleasure, the Doctor stopped rubbing her g-spot.

“Oh no don’t stop now!” she gasped.

Then she felt something that drove her even crazier. She felt the Doctor’s warm breath INSIDE her vagina. Every nerve was alive. Electricity built in her loins and coursed through her body. She leaned impossibly far over the abyss… but could not fall! The muscles in her thighs, her calves, and her stomach were all rigid in anticipation.

When Michelle felt the tip of the Doctor’s tongue touch her g-spot she totally lost it. It was as if the rope holding her from going over had been cut. When she felt him start to lick her there, inside her vagina, she was not just falling any more, she was being blasted down into the abyss as if there was a rocket strapped to her back. The electricity she felt before became a lighting bolt. It started in her vagina and hit inside the top of her head. He licked and the lightning kept coming, a lightning bolt that did not stop. Every muscle in her body contracted at once just as surely as if she had been struck by a million volts of electricity. She felt like she was inside an explosion. Michelle saw stars, her mind went blank and she came as close as humanly possible to passing out.

The orgasm finally passed and Michelle went completely limp. She sobbed softly. Dr. Wellhung closed the blades of the speculum and withdrew it slowly and carefully as not to pinch her. Even with the speculum removed, the opening of Michelle’s vagina gaped enough that her cervix was still visible. She was well dilated, but the Doctor knew that she could take more. He selected another implement. This one was an inflatable buttplug. He had other devices that he preferred for anal dilation, and he reserved this one for vaginal use exclusively.

The plug was made of black rubber with a short hose and squeeze-type inflation bulb. There was a little valve that released the air pressure. Dr. Wellhung closed the valve and squeezed the bulb twice to give the plug enough firmness so he could insert it. He lubricated it with KY and gently pushed it fully into Michelle’s vagina. Only the base flange with the protruding hose remained outside. He began squeezing the bulb and counting the squeezes. At first his patient did not react. Being blindfolded prevented her from knowing each new instrument the Doctor was using. She could only feel what was being done and from the sensations she was feeling try to derive what instrument the Doctor was using.

This was something entirely different, a slowly building feeling of pressure and fullness inside her vagina. By the time the Doctor had squeezed the bulb eight additional times Michelle was feeling very full indeed. She could not know that the plug was now inflated to the shape of a small football with a biggest diameter of almost three inches. Even at the base flange the thing had her vaginal opening stretched to almost two inches diameter! The Doctor squeezed the bulb again making it eleven squeezes total and Michelle groaned. Besides her groan he knew that she was really being filled because it was getting harder to squeeze the bulb. He could also see that now Michelle’s vulva was beginning to bulge from the huge object now filling her vaginal canal. The Doctor slowly squeezed the bulb a twelfth time.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Michelle cried. She couldn’t take it. Her vagina felt so full it had begun to hurt.

Immediately Dr. Wellhung opened the valve and the plug deflated with a hiss of escaping air pressure. He pulled on the hose and the mostly deflated plug slipped out of Michelle’s vagina. The plug had returned to it’s normal uninflated shape, but her vagina did not react as quickly. Her labia had remained apart and between those swollen folds of tissue her vaginal opening was a gaping dark pink hole big enough to drop a Ping-Pong ball through! Dr. Wellhung noted that Michelle had been able to take the plug inflated to eleven squeezes of the bulb and twelve was too much. Dr. Wellhung let all remaining air out of the valve and then closed it tightly and pumped the plug back up to eight squeezes. It again resembled a small black football, with a diameter of over two inches – and it was slick with his patient’s juices. Slick but not slick enough the Doctor thought and he squeezed more of the KY Liquid over it.

Michelle’s gaping vagina had begun to close, but not yet fully. Dr. Wellhung positioned the pointy end of the plug and with a slow but steady push he reinserted it into his patient. Even though it was not nearly as large as it had been at maximum inflation this time he was inserting it pre-inflated. When it passed through Michelle’s vaginal opening it was still much bigger around than the initial insertion and she felt very stretched. Once it was inside she felt it slowly expand yet again as the Doctor slowly squeezed the bulb twice more, inflating it to ten squeezes total. This was slightly less than the size she had tolerated before, but nonetheless it felt huge in her vaginal canal. Again her vulva was bulging outward somewhat, her labia were held apart and inside her there was a steady pressure applied to her g-spot.

Then Michelle heard a new buzzing sound. She suspected a vibrator of some sort, and she was correct. Dr. Wellhung had selected a Pocket Rocket clitoral stimulator for his next procedure. He had an objective in mind. He was going to make Michelle climax again, but this time something would be different. He knew that when Michelle had an orgasm she experienced very strong vaginal contractions. Her contractions would tend to expel the plug. However, it would not be easy because it had been inflated to eight squeezes when going in, but now it was at ten. Pushing the widest part of the plug out through her vaginal opening would mean that Michelle would experience a degree of vaginal dilation much greater than before when the Doctor had used the speculum inside her. It would be like getting fisted in reverse. It would be akin to the birthing process!

Dr. Wellhung knew better than to immediately touch the powerful little vibrator right there to the tip of Michelle’s throbbing clitoris. Instead he used it more along the sides of her hood, pushing firmly enough so that she could feel it in the shaft and even the root. He used the vibrator below her clitoris, up and down the insides of her silken labia. He also used a finger below her vagina, first rubbing her perineum and then circling her anal bud, and then finally rubbing directly on her tender anus. Gradually and teasingly he brought his patient ever closer to yet another climax. She began to show the signs that she was close, the twitching of her thigh muscles, the ragged gasps of breath. The Doctor maintained a steady stimulation of her clitoral shaft and her anus. Her anus was very slick with her secretions and it would have been easy to penetrate her but he did not insert his finger again; he just rubbed the opening externally.

Closer and closer she came to climaxing. Michelle had begun thrusting her pelvis upward. Her mouth was opened and she was moaning again. The Doctor maintained a steady pace with the vibrator up and down the sides of her clitoral hood and his finger massaging her anus. He could see the stomach muscles tightening and the bulging of her vulva became more obvious. He felt her anus clenching at his fingertip. She was going through pre-orgasmic contractions. The base flange of the plug was now visible moving in a rhythmic in and out manner as the contractions got stronger. Michelle’s clitoris was fully erect and projecting from its hood. The Doctor rubbed the vibrator up and down the length of Michelle’s clitoral hood, stimulating that stiff little buried shaft from the root almost to its tip.

She was ready and it was time to let her go. Dr. Wellhung simultaneously pushed his fingertip into Michelle’s anus and touched the buzzing little vibrator to the end of Michelle’s clitoris. Michelle gasped and began orgasming. The Doctor kept a steady pressure on her clitoris and pushed his fingertip a little bit deeper into her clenching anus. He could feel every squeeze and they were hard squeezes indeed. He could also see that Michelle’s stomach muscles had visibly tightened and her vulva was really bulging now.

“Push it out. You can do it!” he urged her.

“Uuuuugggghhhh!!!” she moaned with the strain of her exertions and the intensity of her climax.

Inexorably slowly the huge black plug began to emerge from Michelle’s birth canal. As it did so her labia were separated even wider and the pink tissues of vaginal opening were taught against slick black rubber stretching them so open. The plug emerged almost to the widest diameter but did not come out. Michelle gasped and momentarily relaxed slightly between spasms. When she did so pressure of her vaginal contractions suddenly lessened and the plug appeared to be somewhat sucked back into her vagina. The Doctor had maintained the clitoral and anal stimulation and when the end of the plug again touched her cervix another wave of climax hit his patient like a Mack truck. She squeezed. She pushed. She felt a stretching of her vagina like she had not felt since her last child was born. The tension there, the pressure and the stretching only increased the intensity of her orgasm. Just when she thought that she could take no more the thickest part of the plug passed through her formerly tight hole. The huge plug shot out of her body with a “pop” sound and left her feeling suddenly astoundingly empty.

Michelle looked as empty as she felt. In fact it was easy to see that there was nothing in her vagina. The Doctor did not need a speculum or even a penlight. His patient was so dilated that he could see fully into her vagina. The hole that had earlier gaped large enough to accept a Ping-Pong ball now looked like it could take a tennis ball! Before she could close up again Dr. Wellhung pushed the still inflated plug back in, all the way in to the flange. It went in quite easily and that was amazing considering that it was inflated to almost three inches diameter. Michelle gasped at the unexpected intrusion. The Doctor pulled the plug completely back out. Again and again Dr. Wellhung used the plug like a dildo; literally fucking it in and out of his patient’s greatly loosened vagina.

It only took a few seconds of that to bring her to orgasm again. He fucked her with the plug and she actually thrust herself back against it. She was now taking it over and over again through her vaginal opening inflated to a size just one pump short of the maximum she could bear internally before. Without interrupting the strokes in and out the Doctor gave the bulb a half squeeze. She was still taking it and aggressively at that, thrusting herself back against it. Another half squeeze, that made a total of eleven now. Even though he had some considerable experience in these matters, the Doctor was amazed at her vaginal elasticity. Such a petite woman taking such a huge object.

But she could not take it for long and she finally gasped “enough!”

It wasn’t so much the stretching that got her as it was the orgasm. Her thighs and her stomach muscles were cramped. Her chest was damp with sweat. Her crotch throbbed. She needed a break and she told the Doctor so. That was fine with him, he did have some preparations to make.

The first thing the Doctor did was release the snap hooks that held the spreader bar. Then he undid the ones attaching Michelle’s wrists to her ankles. He removed the cuffs as well, as much to give her a chance to stretch her muscles as in preparation what the next procedure. Michelle lay back on the bed, legs finally straight again. She didn’t bother trying to close them demurely because the Doctor had already seen everything. She thought that he had probably even seen more than her regular gynecologist had. The it occurred to her how strange it might feel the next time she went in for her bi-annual exam. Other thoughts ran through her mind. The Doctor had got up off the bed and she heard him doing something. She was still blindfolded and unable to see so she wondered what would be next. She wondered when she would get to see everything of his. Thus far, he had remained dressed in a hospital scrub shirt and black dress pants. She wondered how it would feel to make love with him. She wondered how many orgasms she had. She wondered what time it was; in all honesty she did not have the faintest idea. She wondered how long the throbbing in her vagina and tingling in her clitoris would last.

Michelle felt the bed move when the Doctor returned. He leaned over and kissed her again and told her how gorgeous she looked. This time she was able to put her arms around him and pulled him close for a nice long passionate kiss. She thought that he really was a very good kisser. While they kissed she ran her hand down his back and wanted to go even further down, to feel his ass, or to feel the bulge in his crotch. Despite who knows how many orgasms Michelle still felt very aroused.

“There are several more procedures left to be done my dear” Dr. Wellhung said.

Michelle answered “Alright” and expected that he would be putting her back in the restraints, but he did not do so. Instead he reached for her glass and helped her sip more of the wine. He sat next to her for a while, caressing her. He would lightly run his fingers across her skin, down her arm, her leg, over her breasts, across her stomach, through her pubic hair. Despite the fact that her legs were quite open he did not touch her there between them. She wished that he would. He did however lean over and she felt his tongue lightly lick around the edges of her nipple. She felt it stiffen immediately. He sucked it lightly and she sighed “Mmmmmmmmmmm” with the sensuous pleasure of feeling his mouth on her again.

“Michelle” he told her, “I am going to be removing my pants how”.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” she answered, now really wondering what would be next.

In a moment she felt him sit down on the bed again. She wondered if he had taken off everything. He kissed her again and she took the opportunity to do some examining herself. When she put her arm around him she felt that he still had the scrub shirt on but when she slipped her hand lower she felt nothing except bare skin. The thoughts that came to mind were instantly arousing. It was also arousing how the Doctor had lifted her chin and kissed her neck, and then lower yet, right between her breasts. She was definitely enjoying this procedure.

Dr. Wellhung kissed Michelle’s nipples, stopping briefly to suckle those stiff little buds as well. He kissed the underside of her breasts. He kissed her tummy too, then even lower, along the top of her pubic hair. Then she felt him move, get up off the bed and then get back on again at the foot between her most enthusiastically opened legs. That was where she felt his lips next, the inside of her ankle where the Doctor had kissed to spot where the cuff had been. Michelle’s craving and anticipation grew when she felt his lips moving further up, to the inside of her calf, inside her knee, inside her thigh. She felt his fingers gently spread her labia and then she felt what all that anticipation and craving was about. The Doctor kissed her clitoris and then he closed his lips over it and began to suck on it as he had sucked on her nipple minutes before. Michelle loved the sensations. She loved it more when she felt him insert his fingers into her vagina and stroke her g-spot in time with his nursing of her clitoris. It only took a couple minutes before she felt the heat building there between her legs again.

“Don’t stop” she implored him.

The doctor did not stop. He sucked and he rubbed and pleasured his dear patient orally and digitally. He did not stop when he felt ver vagina squeeze down hard on his finger and her thighs close to clench his head between them. He did not stop when she cried out in passion and lust and thrust her vulva upward toward his searching tongue. He did not stop when he tasted her passion and lust, womanly and fragrant on his tongue. He did not stop until her legs loosened their grip on him. Then he did stop.

Michelle lay there again in bliss, slowly coming back from her never-never land. She vaguely felt him get up and then return to the foot of the bed. She did not resist when he placed his hands under her knees and lift them. She obligingly pulled her feet back to the position in which she had previously been restrained. However, this time the Doctor coaxed her legs even higher, up to her chest. Michelle pulled them up and used her hands to help keep them fully raised like that. She briefly thought about how fully exposed she must look. The doctor briefly thought about how she had told him of her masturbating in this position with her knees up to her chest. It was an arousing thought. Perhaps he should make her demonstrate her technique? No, not now, there were other things to do first.

Michelle felt a cool slippery lubricant being applied to her anus. She was highly sensitive there and it felt good. It was very stimulating, not only physically but mentally as well. The Doctor was teasing her most private spot, doing as he pleased with her. All her openings were available for his pleasure. Nothing was taboo, even back there, even IN there, she thought when she felt his well lubricated fingertip push inside. The previous times he had only inserted his fingertip, and only deep enough to barely pass through her inner sphincter muscle. This time he went further. He slowly pushed the whole length of his finger through that muscle and inside her rectum. Then he withdrew it, added more of the thick lubricant and did it again. She wondered what he would do next. Was he lubricating her anus in preparation for putting his cock inside? The thought both thrilled and scared her.

Moments later she had her answer. She felt something hard, smaller and more rounded back there. She felt it enter her. Slowly it went deeper into her rectum, even deeper than his finger had been. The Doctor had inserted a douche nozzle into his patient’s luscious little anus. Watching that slick white plastic nozzle slowly disappear into her enticing little opening was hugely arousing for him and his cock was fully erect for what seemed like the hundredth time today. The nozzle was attached to a silicon rubber hose. The hose was attached to a red rubber enema bag, filled with almost two quarts of lukewarm water and held high in his other hand. Only the little flange at the base of the nozzle remained visible now. He momentarily released his grip on the nozzle and was pleased to see that it stayed in place in Michelle’s rectum.

Michelle was not positive what the doctor had inserted up her anus. She thought that he might be preparing to give her an enema, but before when she had been given an enema in the hospital the nozzles had always been much smaller. The feeling of the warm water suddenly gushing into her bowels dispelled all doubt. She gasped at the sensation. Not only was the doctor giving her an enema, he was gently stroking the nozzle in and out a little, further heightening the sensation. The other sensation that she felt was one of increasing fullness in her tummy.

“Can you feel it going in Michelle?” the Doctor asked her.

“Oh yes” she said softly.

“You’re not too full are you?” he asked briefly pinching the hose to stop the flow.

“No, not yet” Michelle answered. She felt the flow resume, and the sensation of fullness inside became more pronounced. She had no idea how much was in her but she could tell that this was not one those little 4.5oz disposable enemas.

She was correct. Dr. Wellhung gave his patient nearly half the bag before closing the clamp on the hose. Then he slowly withdrew the nozzle. The sight of it emerging from her body doubly aroused him. Just a few drops of water leaked from her lovely little anus when the rounded end of the nozzle finally slipped out. Once it was withdrawn the Doctor got up and took the enema kit to the bathroom and hung the bag from its hook over the shower curtain rod.

When he returned he saw that his patient had remained in position, holding her knees up to her chest. She looked soooooo hot. Just as she had thought, she was indeed very fully exposed. Both her openings were clearly visible. And even more exciting, she showed visible signs of arousal. Her clitoris was erect and her inner labia swollen and flowered open. The Doctor sat on the bed next to her. He told her that she could lower her legs, and she did until her feet were on the bed, but she kept her knees up and her legs still apart. The doctor lightly touched rubbed her tummy and asked if she felt full. She said that she did feel full. He bent over and found her soft lips again and they kissed, long and passionately, and while doing that the Doctor slid his hand down through her hair and very lightly stroked her clitoris and between her warm and wet labia.

When the kiss ended Michelle almost whispered “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Not yet dear, soon” Dr Wellhung answered and kissed her lightly on the lips again. He wanted to feel himself inside her every bit as much as she wanted it. However, there was the quart of water that she was holding in her bowels to consider. This was the first time he had given her an enema and they were on the only bed in the hotel room. He knew that she had very strong orgasms and the urge to expel might come suddenly. So, instead of indulging their present desires, the Doctor felt it would be better to wait until she was not so full inside. He did however pass the time my gently caressing her, enjoying the feel and look of her lovely body, and the pleasure of more kisses. Finally, he decided that she had held the water inside her long enough.

He lifted her head slightly and removed her blindfold and told her, “Michelle, it’s time to go let that all out. Let me help you up”.

She opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the light after being in total darkness for so long. She sat up. Dr. Wellhung stood and extended his hand to help her to her feet. She saw that now he was fully undressed. He was also fully erect. She stood but was wobbly for a minute as a result of all the orgasms, being restrained for so long, and also the fullness in her tummy. The Doctor held her until she could see and walk and then he led her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, feeling a considerable need to expel but Dr. Wellhung told her to hold it a bit longer. He reached for the hose, which he had earlier draped over the shower curtain rod. It was a long hose, much longer than the cheap plastic hose that originally came with the enema kit.

Dr. Wellhung held the nozzle over the bathtub and momentarily opened the clip to purge the air from the hose. He knelt next to the toilet and reached behind his patient and gently reinserted the nozzle into her rectum. He released the clip and then using his other hand, he began stroking her clitoris. The remaining quart of water flowed into Michelle’s bowels while the Doctor masturbated her. A little bit of the water was leaking out from around the nozzle but the majority was going in. Just as the bag was collapsing empty Dr. Wellhung felt his dear patient shudder again. He knew she was starting yet another climax. He gently slipped the nozzle from her anus and heard that she was starting to expel more earnestly.

“Dear, I will let you finish in privacy” he said and then closing the bathroom door behind him he returned to the bedroom where he spent the time straightening up and placing a few yet unused instruments out on the table.

Several minutes later Michelle returned. She looked at him sheepishly. He wondered if she felt embarrassed. She sat on the bed. He told her to turn over and lay on her stomach. She did so and then the Doctor slipped the towel-covered pillow back under her hips. He took the cuffs and he secured them around her ankles. He attached the spreader bar. Michelle lay there on her stomach, her legs spread and held open. The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability returned.

The Doctor helped her to relax again by sitting next to her and rubbing her back and shoulders. He helped her to become aroused again by touching her down there between her opened legs. Then he knelt there between her thighs and he used his fingers to open her labia. He could not reach her clitoris with his tongue in that position, but he most certainly could reach her vaginal opening. He licked her there, up and down between her soft and damp inner lips, there at the opening of her vagina, there inside her vagina. She was moaning softly with the pleasure of his mouth on her genitals. She was definitely becoming aroused as well. She pushed back against him, lifting her hips slightly to meet his tongue. The Doctor continued to pleasure her, and although he could not reach her clitoris with he tongue he could reach other places.

Michelle sighed when she felt his fingers spreading her cheeks and his hot breath there between them. She sighed when she felt his tongue again lightly caressing her perineum. She gasped at the first touch of his tongue even further back between her opened cheeks. He was driving her crazy now. She was tingling back there. He was teasing her to an incredible level. So, so close she felt his tongue. In her mind she was begging him to please lick her back there, but she could not make herself say it. Instead she endured the teasing, the sweetest of all possible tortures. Then she felt him move upward behind her, felt him kiss her on her tailbone. The Doctor knew what his patient wanted. He traced his tongue down between her spread cheeks, starting just at the beginning of her crack and then ever so slowly down, down, all the way down.

When the Doctor’s tongue touched Michelle’s tender little anus she gasped and flinched but she did not pull away. On the contrary, she raised her hips back to give him better access. He pleasured her more there, and he teased her, and he made her so fantastically aroused that she absolutely had to have him.

“I really want you inside me now” Michelle begged him again.

This time Dr. Wellhung had no reservations. He knelt behind his dear patient. As she lay there with her legs held open and her pelvis elevated by the pillow, he positioned the head of his cock between her labia and he took her vaginally. On her Medical History Form there was an area for Consent to Treatment. One of the procedures was “Vaginal Penile Capacity Evaluation?” and her selection was “(x) authorized”. With one slow but steady thrust the Doctor determined that this petite woman’s vaginal penile capacity was at least equal to the entire length and thickness of his own penis. She took every inch – and damn, did it ever feel fantastic to finally be inside her! If felt fantastic for the both of them. The Doctor evaluated her vaginal penile capacity with long deep strokes over and over until he felt those spasms that he had become so familiar with. The sensation for him was remarkable. It felt as if her vagina was milking his cock when she came. She was lubricating so copiously that her womanly fluids wet his balls. She came and she squeezed and he thrust in and out as she did. He felt her rough and swollen g-spot rub the underside of his cock with each stroke. He felt her grinding her cervix back against his cockhead when he penetrated her fully. He saw her vagina again gaping most invitingly when he finally withdrew.

Michelle lay there basking in the aftershocks and Dr. Wellhung got up and got the last few yet unused instruments. He returned to his most willing and incredibly sexy patient. He told her to reach back and spread her cheeks and she did so. The Doctor took a small jar of petroleum jelly and applied some thickly to her anus. He used a fingertip and pushed a little bit inside her. He had various instruments suitable for an internal rectal examination and he had chosen to use a rectal speculum this time. He lubricated the blades. This was a stainless steel instrument and it had three blades that when closed formed a little round-nosed cylinder smaller than a typical cigar tube.

With Michelle still holding her cheeks apart Dr. Wellhung gently eased the speculum into her anus. Then he squeezed the handles a little. That caused the blades to spread apart equally. This was a procedure that had to be done slowly and in small steps. As the blades spread a thumbscrew was used to hold their position. The Doctor took his time gently opening Michelle’s anus ever wider. He would lightly stroke her labia and clitoris between adjustments. He did not attempt to cause her to climax as the speculum was quite rigid and clenching spasms might be painful to her. Besides his goal was to gently dilate her anus in preparation for when he would eventually perform the (also authorized) Rectal Penile Capacity Evaluation.

Michelle tolerated the procedure without complaint or indicating any pain. The Doctor had taken about five minutes to open her anus to a diameter that was roughly equal to the thickness of his cock. This was a good indication that she would be able to take it in her anus as well. When fully opened she could feel the coolness of the air inside her rectum. The Doctor could see that the enema had worked well and her rectal cavity was clean inside. He took the bottle of KY Liquid and opened it and squirted a bit directly inside Michelle’s opened rear passage, lubricating her internally and causing her to moan softly at the feeling of the cool liquid on her warm tissues. Then he slowly unscrewed the adjustment screw and let the blades close, not fully so as to prevent pinching, but enough that he could slip the instrument from her anus without discomfort.

One last instrument remained to be used. Dr. Wellhung got up and put the anal speculum away and returned with the rectal probe. He turned the knob on the base of the vibrating end and it buzzed to life. He assembled the plastic over the vibrating end and then lubricated the end and about half the length of the tube with petroleum jelly. Michelle was no longer blindfolded but she did have her eyes closed. When she felt the rounded end of the probe buzzing against her sensitive anus she was not aware of how deeply it would be going inside her. It felt nice back there. The vibrations were stimulating for her. It was not too big around to be at all uncomfortable as her Doctor inserted it. It even felt pretty good as the vibrating end passed in through her anal ring. It looked more than “pretty good” to Doctor Wellhung. In fact, as he gently eased the probe into Michelle’s rectum it was so arousing for him that his balls literally ached. Inch by inch he fed the black rubber tubing into the restrained woman’s anus. As before, he was lightly stroking her vulva to maintain her state of arousal. However, this time she was much more responsive because probe had intensely stimulating effects as well.

Dr. Wellhung was very careful as he continued to ease the probe into his patient. He added lubricant around her anus, as he felt necessary. When he encountered resistance with it about six inches inside he knew that he had reached the juncture where her rectum transitioned to her bowels. He turned the probe slightly and felt the resistance become less. This meant that the vibrating tip had entered her bowels proper. He had almost ten inches of the probe inserted when Michelle softly said “ouch”. No doubt the vibrating tip had encountered a turn in her bowel or another obstruction. Generally the probe could be manipulated to follow the turn and inserted further. However, Michelle was already very close to another climax and the Doctor felt that the probe was deep enough to be effective. He slowly withdrew it a couple inches, not so much as to have the tip exit her bowels, but enough so she could feel the movement of the end buzzing so deep inside her body. Then the Doctor eased it back in by nearly the same amount, while masturbating her at the same time. The Doctor stroked the probe in and out and rubbed her wet vulva and his patient lay there on her stomach helpless to stop the orgasm that she knew was inevitable.

Dr. Wellhung upped the psychological ante. He stopped masturbating Michelle’s vaginal area but continued working the probe, now with even longer and deeper strokes. All the stimulation she was getting was a result of the rectal probe. Michelle was panting and gasping and humping her crotch down against the pillow and then back up against the probe. The Doctor saw how her leg muscles quivered and strained against the spreader bar and how her anus was clenching at the slick black rubber tubing sawing in and out of her back there.

“Do you like getting fucked by this probe Michelle?” the Doctor goaded her.

“Yes!” she hissed between clenched teeth.

“Are you gonna cum like a naughty girl with this probe up your ass Michelle?” he persisted.

“Yeeeessss!!!!!”

And cum she did. Michelle’s orgasm was intense enough that it felt to her like every muscle in her body contracted at once. Dr. Wellhung felt her squeeze down so tightly on the probe that if he had not used plenty of lubricant would not have been able to move it. Fortunately he had used plenty, and he kept stroking and prolonging her spasms. Only when the Doctor felt her grip on the tubing and the spasms lessen did he stop moving the probe. Then he began to withdraw it very, very slowly. He liked the way that it looked slipping back out of Michelle’s sexy little puckered rear entrance. Inch after inch came out. She was moaning from the sensation of the vibrating tip traveling through her insides.

The doctor had withdrawn over a foot of the black tubing when he saw her anus start to bulge slightly as the thicker vibrating tip was about to come out. The effect of the vibrations suddenly concentrated right there at that most sensitive area pushed her beyond the point of no return. She climaxed yet again, a sudden jolting mini-orgasm (or maybe just an exceptionally strong aftershock?) as Doctor Wellhung pulled the probe tip out through her straining anus. Even after the last of her spasms subsided the way that Michelle’s inner labia remained engorged and flowered open betrayed the fact that she was still highly aroused. Those open lips were shining with her nectar.

A big part of the excitement for Michelle was the feeling of helplessness. In one of her letters to the Doctor she had written “I want to be tied down and blindfolded on my back with a pillow under my behind and spread eagle to the bed, very very vulnerable to you to tease and use as you please, then turn me over on my tummy to do the same”. Dr. Wellhung mounted his helpless patient from behind. He positioned his cock at her wet, open, and willing vagina and penetrated her fully with one long thrust. He was using her vagina as he pleased. He fucked her deep and hard like that. She was so wet that his thrusting and her bucking back against him made squishy sounds. Michelle’s fluids were so copious and thick that when the Doctor finally withdrew his cock there was a whitish froth between her vaginal lips and the towel under her crotch was wet.

Dr. Wellhung used her other hole as well. He spread her cheeks open and dripped some of the KY Liquid on her tender little anus. He set his cockhead there at her backdoor and pushed very slowly but firmly. Michelle did not have much prior anal experience and even though she had recently been dilated, she was still quite tight. However, she did her best to relax and gradually that little muscle back there yielded to the pressure and the Doctor’s cockhead popped through her anal ring and into the exquisite heat of her rectum. Michelle moaned at the moment of penetration.

Dr. Wellhung waited until he felt that she had relaxed as much as she was going to and then he carefully eased more of his length into her. She involuntarily clenched at the further invasion of her nearly virginal rectum. Dr. Wellhung paused again until he felt her relaxing again, and then he told her to try pushing herself back against him. As Michelle pushed a little and the Doctor did too and he saw and felt (both were equally and enormously arousing for him) another inch of his slick cockshaft disappear into Michelle’s anus. Gradually and with some moaning and the occasional clenching, Michelle managed to take the majority of Dr. Wellhung’s cock inside her. She actually took it deep enough that she had the thickest part inside her straining anus. Considering her lack of anal experience, her generally small stature, and the fact that Dr. Wellhung was indeed pretty well hung, she had made admirable progress.

The Doctor dripped more of the lube between her cheeks where it ran down coating her stretched anal tissues. He tried to stroke a bit and as he withdrew slightly her grip was so tight that he could actually feel the precum being squeezed out of his shaft. Michelle did manage to relax and loosen somewhat as Dr. Wellhung slowly eased his cock in and out of her. The feeling was remarkable, almost like getting a handjob from a woman wearing a greased velvet glove. The sight was equally remarkable. Her anus gripped his glistening shaft tightly and when the doctor was withdrawing the tautness of her grip would cause her whole anal area to pull out slightly, then go back as he pushed in deeper again.

Michelle had pretty much stopped moaning and the Doctor knew that from that point on it would be easier and easier for her. If he continued sodomizing her in all likelihood soon enough she would be able to take every last inch of his cock. However, the sensations were so intense for him that there was no way that he could hold back his own climax for long, especially once he felt his cockhead enter her bowels as the tip of the probe had done earlier. He wasn’t ready to cum yet, so he withdrew from the tight and hot confines of Michelle’s rectum. She sighed as he popped out, probably a sigh of relief he mused. The next time he sodomized her he would be using Millennium lubricant and prior to penetration he would have to spend more time dilating and stimulating her.

That was the conclusion of the medical procedures that the Doctor performed with his patient Michelle. Fortunately, she did have a little time left before she had to leave and they were able to enjoy relaxing in the Jacuzzi and some other extremely sensuous and exciting activities afterwards. The Doctor pronounced her very fit and with exceptional sexual responsiveness. However, there were a few more tests and procedures that he felt would be beneficial, and she did need to learn to relax enough to accommodate his full length anally. They agreed that a follow-up examination should be scheduled as soon as mutually convenient.

To Be Continued…

Robin stood staring out the window of the maternity ward,
watching the huge snowflakes blowing past the window. Already,
she had put in three hours of overtime, since the evening shift
was so slow getting in. Traffic crawled, when it moved at all.
A bus, full of standees, took five minutes to go one block.
“Robin, how are you going to get home?”

“Oh, Dr. Kreuzer. I can’t possibly get home. It takes an hour
when the weather is clear. I guess I’ll just sleep in a chair
somewhere.”

“Then you’d be in no shape to work tomorrow. Why don’t you come
home with me? I only live two and a half blocks from here.
Don’t shake your head, no. Get your coat and come with me.”

On a side street, Dr. Kreuzer’s place was a renovated century-old
brick building. The ground floor display windows were covered on
the inside with heavy drapes and on the outside with iron bars.
The door had a brass plate: Katherine Kreuzer, M.D., gynecology
and obstetrics. As they entered, a big dog, a Weimaraner with
short gray hair and eyes like opals, bounded up and started
nuzzling Dr. Kreuzer. “This is Clem, my companion and guard dog.”
Downstairs, there were waiting rooms and offices and examination
rooms. Upstairs was a spacious loft- style apartment. “It’s
beautiful, Dr. Kreuzer. It’s really nice.” “Now, Robin, you
look cold and wet. Here’s a robe you can wear. There’s the
bathroom, with fresh towels and anything else you will need. Help
yourself to a new toothbrush. I need to take Clem outside to do
his business, so you just take a nice long hot bath. You can
wash out your things and hang them on the rack over the hot air
vent. That way, you will have clean underwear for tomorrow. Go
on, and take your time.”

The bathroom was larger than Robin’s rented room, with a tile
floor and central drain, a wash bowl, toilet, bidet, a large
glassed-in shower with multiple heads, and a big tub with
“whirlpool” jets. There were several large mirrors. Robin took
a long, relaxing bath, and watched herself in the mirrors as she
dried herself with thick, luxurious towels. She washed her
undies and socks, and her white nylon uniform slacks, too, since
they’d been splashed with gray slush by a passing car. She wiped
her white shoes as best she could and combed out her long, blonde
hair. She looked at the bidet next to the toilet; she had never
seen one in an apartment before. The dressing gown was rather
clingy, and short. Surely it wouldn’t have fit Dr. Kreuzer, who
stood two inches taller than Robin and must have weighed half
again as much. To see them together, the doctor might have been
Robin’s mother, or older sister, for she probably wasn’t much
over 30. She, too, had blonde hair and blue eyes. When Robin
emerged from the bathroom, the apartment was transformed. It was
lit by candles.

A table was set for two with hot soup, french bread and cheese,
and glasses of red wine. Soft instrumental music played in the
background. The doctor was also in a bathrobe, with Clem’s head
resting on her lap. She held up her glass and said, “Come sit
with me, Robin, and chow down.”

The meal was delicious, though the wine was very powerful. After
three glasses, Robin felt quite at ease and a little tipsy. The
doctor cleared the table and sat, looking at Robin. Robin felt a
bit embarrassed. “Doctor, you seem to be staring at me.” The
doctor shifted in her seat. Her robe gaped open a bit,
displaying her cleavage. Robin thought she was very attractive
and wondered why she was still unmarried. “Robin, of course I was
staring. You are a very pretty girl… young woman. You have
particularly pretty breasts. A C-cup, right.” “Yes.” “On a
girl as slender as you are, they are quite impressive. You must
have men asking you out all the time, right?” “No. Well, yes,
but I seldom say yes.” “You have a steady boy friend.” “Oh, no.
No, I don’t date much. There was school, and now my job.” “I
understand. As a women’s physician, I have a professional
interest in breasts. Would you mind showing me yours?” “Uh, I
suppose that would be OK.”

The doctor got up and went to Robin, who stood up. The doctor
undid the belt of the robe and pulled the front open and off
Robin’s shoulders, exposing her breasts. Robin just stood there,
confused. “Oh, yes, simply beautiful. You must let me take
pictures.” In seconds, Robin found herself stark naked. “Just
stand over by that white wall, while I get my camera. You
needn’t worry. I’ll safeguard your privacy. In fact, just to be
sure that no one will recognize you, you can put your hands over
your face.” Robin placed an open hand each side of her nose,
covering her eyes. “That’s right. Raise your elbows a bit,
please.” She heard the doctor moving around, taking a couple
dozen shots from various angles. “Yes, very nice. Thank you,
Robin. I have one more request. You won’t mind, will you?” “I
guess not. You’ve been very nice to me. The soup was
delicious.” “I just want to make a plaster cast of your breasts.
It won’t hurt a bit. OK?” “Well…OK.” “I’ll just run
downstairs for a moment to get some things.”

The doctor brought up a box of plaster and such and then a low
bench, like a piano bench, and a padded board. She led Robin
into the bathroom and had her kneel down on the padded board in
front of the bench. “There, now just put your head on the seat of
the bench, so your beautiful breasts can hang free. Now, you
can’t move while the plaster is setting, so you won’t mind if I
just make sure.” Robin found her arms strapped to the bench with
“Velcro” and her knees similarly fastened two feet apart to the
padded board, so she really couldn’t move much. “Now, we’ll have
to oil your skin, so the plaster doesn’t stick.” Reaching around
Robin’s slender body, the doctor used her hands to rub baby oil
over Robin’s breasts. The nipples hardened, and the doctor
seemed to pay particular attention to them. “There, that didn’t
hurt, did it?” “Not at all.” “You rather liked it, didn’t you,
Robin.” “Yes.” “Now, breathe in shallow breaths, so your ribs
don’t move.” Robin tried. The doctor took surgical gauze and
soaked it in plaster. She wound the gauze around Robin’s upper
body, from her arm pits to her floating ribs, enclosing her
breasts in thick plaster. The plaster, as it set, generated
considerable heat, which Robin found rather exciting, as it
“cooked” her breasts. The doctor talked softly to her as the
plaster set, and the doctor’s finger tips roamed over the bare
skin of Robin’s body, over her rump and down the insides of her
thighs.

She felt the doctor’s fingers sliding along her bare bottom, and
feeling between her legs. A finger tip parted her hairy labia
and slid forward, parting Robin’s inner labia. It came to rest
on the little ridge beyond the juncture of the thin inner lips.
The doctor pressed lightly. Robin wriggled. The doctor moved
her finger tip from side to side, rolling the hidden organ below.
“Eewww!” squealed Robin. “That feels funny.” “You’ve never
done that to yourself?” “Not like that.” The doctor expertly
fingered Robin’s hooded clitoris, until Robin writhed and panted.
“Naughty girl! You’ll ruin the cast,” the doctor scolded, as she
spanked Robin’s right buttock, leaving a pink hand print. She
repeated with a slap to the other buttock. “Oww!” “Then keep
still.” Robin tried, but she was overwhelmed by the doctor’s
manipulation of the hidden clitoris, and her spanking and
scolding. Suddenly, Robin shuddered with an orgasm, more intense
and exciting than anything she had experienced when she had
surreptitiously fingered her panties. “Oh, my goodness!” Robin
said, after she had recovered from the novel experience.

“I think the plaster has set sufficiently,” said the doctor. She
unzipped the Velcro straps that bound Robin and helped her to
sit up on the toilet seat, still a bit shaky from the mighty
orgasm. She cut the cast up sides and pulled the rigid gauze
away, noting approvingly that the plaster seemed to have
faithfully represented the beautiful breasts. “Well, we have to
wash that oil off you. Come, get in the shower with me.” The
doctor soaped Robin’s chest and used her hands to scrub the oil
away. Robin squirmed and made incoherent noises as her breasts
were squeezed and stroked. The doctor took one of the special
shower heads on a hose and washed away the soap at close range,
the pulsating water teasing Robin’s breasts. Then Robin’s pubic
region was soaped and the doctor rinsed Robin’s vulva with a
powerful pulsating jet of body-temperature water. Robin squealed
and tried to pull away, but the doctor backed her into a corner
and trapped her with the pressure of her body, breast to breast.
In seconds, it seemed, the pulsing water, blasting against
Robin’s hooded clitoris, pushed Robin over the edge. “Oh, oh, Oh
God!” she cried over and over again, until she collapsed in the
doctor’s arms.

The doctor carried a semiconscious, unresisting Robin to the big
four poster bed and put her on her back. Robin was hardly
recovering when she realized that the doctor was between Robin’s
knees, and she was licking Robin’s vulva. Those delicious
tingles radiated from Robin’s swollen clitoris, making Robin
thrash and moan. Yet another overwhelming orgasm drained her
strength. This time, when Robin regained her senses, she found
she was between the doctor’s knees, and the doctor said, “Now
it’s your turn to do me.” Robin had never “done” a woman, but
under the circumstances she couldn’t refuse. The doctor lay
back, her legs spread, and Robin tried to imitate her. Fresh
from the shower, the scent of sex was muted. The doctor’s pubes
were hairless, and her labia minora, which were inconspicuous in
Robin’s vulva, stood out between the labia majora and looked, to
Robin’s eye, like slices of luncheon meat. Robin parted the lips
and saw that, unlike her own smooth vulva, there was a tent-like
fold of flesh at the apex of the inner lips and a little nubbin,
like a pencil eraser. Gingerly, Robin touched the thing.
“Careful, girl. That’s very sensitive. Use your tongue.” Robin
did as she was told, until the doctor writhed and ejaculated in
Robin’s face. “That was good, girl. Go wash your face and come
to bed.” They slept side by side, skin to skin.

After breakfast, Robin showered and got dressed in her now dry
uniform. Sober now, she reflected on what had happened last
night, and the special relationship that she supposed must exist
after such unexpected intimacy. She didn’t think of her being in
love with Dr. Kreuzer. It never occurred to Robin that she might
prefer women — she dearly wanted to be near her. “I’ll drive
you to the hospital,” said the doctor, “as the sidewalks aren’t
clear of snow yet. I’d like you to come over here after work and
have supper with me. OK?” “Uh, OK, Doctor. Yes, I’d like
that.”

That evening, over small steaks, asparagus, and a spinach salad,
Dr. Kreuzer put forth a proposal. “Robin, would you like to live
here with me and Clem?” “I think that would be nice. I don’t
think I could afford my share of the rent, though.” “Oh, I’ll
pay for the rent and provide you with food, when we are here
together. You can pay for your keep in services.” “Services?”
“Well, I’ll be in charge, and I expect you will help around the
house, washing dishes, things like that. When you are off work,
and I have patients here at my office, you could help out as my
office nurse. Would that be all right?” “Sure, I guess so.”
“After all, you will save a couple of hours a day by not having
to take a bus to work. It’s not as if you won’t have time.”
“Yes, doctor, that makes sense.” “As far as the Internal Revenue
Service is concerned, you won’t be an employee, but I expect to
be treated respectfully, as your boss, right? You will always
address me as doctor and you’ll do what I say.” “OK.” “If you
misbehave or disobey, I reserve the right to punish you.
Understood?” Robin wondered what that might involve, another
spanking,perhaps, with another wonderful orgasm. “OK, doctor,
I’ll be good.” “Here, sign this contract.” Robin scanned the
typed document. “It says I will grant you access to my body at
any time.” “Of course. I can’t ask for your consent every time I
want to examine you for disease, or spank you for misbehaving.”
“Um, OK.” Robin signed two copies. The doctor signed one and
gave it to Robin. “We have time. Why don’t I drive you to your
room, and you can get your things and give notice that you are
leaving. You don’t have a lease, do you?” “No.” By midnight,
Robin was all moved in. All that remained was the change of
address cards.

“Before we go to bed, we’ll take a shower together,” said the
doctor. Robin could not object. They soaped each other and
rinsed each other. The doctor took one of the showers on a hose
and unscrewed the head, so a solid stream of water shot forth.
She pushed Robin into a corner and held her there with the
pressure of her body against Robin’s. She directed the stream of
water at the apex of Robin’s labia, so the water gushed through
her vulva like a raging river through a canyon. Robin struggled
and writhed and moaned and screamed as clitoral orgasms came one
after another. When the doctor finally stopped, Robin was too
spent to resist. The doctor laid her on the floor and lathered
Robin’s pubic hair. With a razor, she removed Robin’s sparse,
blonde pubic hair, leaving her soft labia as hairless as her
breasts. The doctor carried her to bed, put her on her back, and
spread her legs. She knelt between Robin’s knees and put her
lips against the invisible clitoris, sucking gently. Robin moaned
and wriggled and again returned the favor, licking and sucking
the doctor. Robin slept well. Before breakfast, the doctor
taught Robin about breast sucking. Again they ate in the nude,
and before Robin left for work, the doctor gave her her first
enema and inserted a slender rubber device into Robin’s anus.
“That, girl, is to remind you, all day, that you belong to me
now. Can you do that?” “Yes, doctor, whatever you want.”

All day, Robin was aware of that symbol of her submission to the
will of Dr. Kreuzer. She knew there was no good reason for the
anal plug, except as a reminder of her… humiliation at the
hands of the older woman. As she worked, she was aware of it.
When, at lunchtime, she was able to sit, she was even more aware
of it. Once, in the nurses’ toilet, she pulled it most of the
way out, but then thought better of it and pushed it back in.
She worked it in and out, back and forth, noting the strange
sensation, not unpleasant, as it teased her anus. At one point,
if felt as if she should have a bowel movement, but of course
there was no fecal matter to expel.

After work, the doctor said, “Leave your uniform on, girl. I’ll
need you as receptionist tonight. Robin greeted a middle-aged
woman, Mrs. Kelly, who arrived at the office, and Robin recorded
that she was on time for her appointment. As instructed, Robin
had the woman disrobe and put on one of those ridiculous
disposable paper gowns. She led her into an examining room and
had her lie on a table, with her feet in the stirrups. Robin had
to stand by as Dr. Kreuzer performed a gynecological examination.
“Now, Mrs. Kelly, you have been married for six months now, after
years of being divorced. You say that your second marriage isn’t
as satisfactory as your first.” “Yes, doctor.” “You have been
taking the Premarin, the hormone replacement therapy I
prescribed. I can see that the health of your genital tissues
has improved. You find you are not as dry down there, right?”
“Well, I suppose so, doctor, but still… I mean our bed time
activities, they… well.” “Your husband can’t satisfy you?”
“It’s not his fault. He tries. But…well, it’s not very
exciting.” “When was the last time you had a good orgasm?” “Oh,
ten years ago.” “Well, Mrs. Kelly, I don’t see any organic
problem that would account for that. You are not ill. Wait here
for a while, while I arrange for my nurse to give you some
treatment.” She took Robin aside and gave her some orders.

“No, Doctor, I couldn’t,” protested Robin. “You do not say no to
my orders, girl. You have earned yourself a spanking for that,
and if you do not do as I say, a more severe punishment.” “Yes,
Doctor.” Robin went back to the examining room and put straps
around Mrs. Kelly’s feet, locking them in the stirrups, and
passed a strap around her upper body and arms, so she could not
sit up. She put on surgical rubber gloves. She tore away part
of the gown that was in the way and wet a sponge with fluid. She
sponged off Mrs. Kelly’s vulva, first outside and then, with the
outer lips held apart, she sponged off the pink mucous membranes.
“I don’t understand,” said Mrs. Kelly. “Shhh. I’m only
following the doctor’s orders.” Robin inserted one gloved finger
into Mrs. Kelly’s vagina, curling her finger toward the pubic
arch and feeling for the G-spot. With the fingers of her other
hand, she parted the woman’s hairy outer labia, holding a sheet
of thin rubber stretched across the clitoral region. With both
hands busy, Robin had to use her tongue and lips, pressing and
sucking on the rubber membrane, along with two fingers on the
G-spot, to stimulate Mrs. Kelly to an orgasm. In few minutes the
patient was yelling, “Oh, God, that’s it. Oh, that’s wonderful!
Oh, don’t stop.”

The doctor entered the room and said, “Well, Mrs. Kelly, are you
feeling better?” “Oh, yes, much better. Better than I have in
ten years.” “Do you think you will require any follow-up
treatment, or is your problem cured?” “Oh, doctor, it’s so much
better, but I do think I’d better come back again, soon.” Dr.
Kreuzer turned to Robin and said, “See if you can make another
evening appointment for Mrs. Kelly, next week, if there’s an
opening.” “Yes, doctor.”

There was another patient that evening, a twelve year old girl,
Janet, who was brought in by her mother, Mrs. Pasquali. Taking
the doctor aside, the mother said, in a loud whisper, “Janet, my
daughter, she…she keeps playing with herself. I catch her in
strange places, like behind an arm chair or in the basement, with
her hand between her legs. You know, rubbing the crotch of her
panties.” “You want me to treat her for that?” “Well, it is
unnatural. She’s only twelve. It’s… perverted what she’s
doing.” “I’ll examine her, Mrs. Pasquali, to see if there is
anything wrong, a vaginal infection or something like that that
would make her uncomfortable. You know, an itch that she has to
scratch or something like that. Is that what you want?” “Yes,
doctor, whatever it takes to make her stop.” “Well, if you will
please wait in the waiting room, I’ll examine Janet. My nurse
will give you some paperwork and a medical history questionnaire
to fill out.”

Janet looked a little frightened as Robin led her into the
examination room. “Janet, I’m Dr. Kreuzer, and this is my nurse
Robin. I’m going to have to examine your body, all right? Ok,
then would you please take off all your clothes?” Robin folded
them and put them aside as the girl took off everything but her
socks. She noted that Janet was on the threshold of maturity.
Her nipples extended from puffy areolae, with not much fatty
breast tissue behind them, but that would be only a matter of
time. The girlish slit between Janet’s legs had barely a fuzz of
pubic hair. The doctor looked in her ears and down her throat and
listened to her chest and did all the other standard things.
Then, as the girl sat on the edge of the examination table, the
doctor said, “Janet please lie back and raise your knees. That’s
the way. I’m going to look between your legs, all right? Good.
Have you ever had blood come from your slit, what’s called your
vulva? No? Well, someday you will see some blood. Don’t worry
about it. I’ll have Nurse Robin give you a little booklet that
explains everything, OK?” Then, to Robin, she said, “Her hymen
is present, quite intact. I don’t think a vaginal examination is
needed.” To Janet: “Janet, your mother says you touch yourself
down there. Is that right? Yes? Would you show me how you
touch yourself?” Janet hesitated and then reached down between
her legs and sort of pressed on her puffy little labia. “I know
you haven’t been putting anything inside there, and that’s good.
Why do you rub yourself there?” Janet shook her head but said
nothing. “Does it feel good to touch yourself there?”

Janet nodded. “Your mother doesn’t like to see you do that. Of
course, it does feel good, but you need to touch yourself when
your mother isn’t watching. You know, if you know how, you can do
that.” Janet grinned. “First, Janet, I want you to cross your
legs and squeeze.” Janet did that. “Does that feel good?”

“Sort of. Not as good as when I rub.” “Here, give me your hand.
Extend your first finger. Good.” Gently, the doctor parted her
legs and guided Janet’s finger tip between her girlish labia.
Slowly, she guided the finger toward the clitoris. “Does that
feel good?” “Mmm. Yes.” “You practice a while and see if you
can’t make it feel better.” Robin and the doctor watched as the
girl explored and experimented, smiling when she found how good
it could feel. “Now, Janet, it’s OK for you to do that when you
are alone, and your mother won’t find out, perhaps in bed. Wash
you hands, first, and afterward. If you are comfortable with it,
you can do it with one of your girl friends, or even do it to
each other. But I want you to remember; you must never do that
with a boy or let him do it to you, until you are married. Boys
can hurt you, even if they don’t mean it. Never let one see
between your legs or touch you there, OK?” “Yes, Doctor.”
“Robin, do you think you could do as you did with Mrs. Kelly”
“Doctor, she’s only… of course, Doctor, if you order it.” The
doctor left the room, and Robin said, “Janet, I’m going to show
you something only another girl can do, OK? You can use your
fingers alone, but this is special. You tell me if you like it.”

Robin didn’t bother with the sponge or the rubber sheet; she
wasn’t afraid of infection. Very gently, she parted Janet’s labia
and applied her tongue to the tiny nubbin of her clit. “Oh, yes,
Nurse Robin, that’s nice!” Robin continued, and in five minutes
or less, Janet experienced the first orgasm of her young life.
“Oh, thank you. That’s wonderful.” Robin stood up straight and
said, “Remember, Janet. Wash your hands. Don’t get caught.
Don’t let boys touch you there. OK?” “Yes, I’ll remember.”
“OK, get dressed now.” When Robin let Janet out to her mother in
the waiting room, Dr. Kreuzer explained, “Mrs. Pasquali, your
daughter seems to be in excellent health. I’ve explained to her
that if she wants to stay healthy she shouldn’t rub her panties.
That’s dirty. She says she understands, and you won’t see her
doing it any more.”

Back upstairs, Robin began to undress and get ready for bed. The
doctor watched her, until Robin was naked. “Robin,” she said,
“you remember that I promised you punishment.” “Yes, Doctor.”
“Remove the object from your anus and give yourself a soapy
enema, to clean yourself out.” Somewhat reluctantly, Robin
prepared a bag of warm, soapy water. She had no interest in
“scat”, and she was not anally oriented. For her, an enema was
punishment. The doctor watched her, making her continue until the
water she expelled into the toilet was clear and clean. Doctor
Kreuzer took a rubber glove and put the opening over a shower
hose, fastening it with a rubber band. She lubricated Robin’s
anus and inserted the hose and glove, as Robin stood with her
hands on her knees. Slowly, hot water flowed into the glove. It
unfolded and stretched and the fingers made their way deeper and
deeper into Robin’s rectum. “Getting ass-fucked with a glove is a
lot easier on you than having some man inside you. Consider
yourself lucky.” The doctor made sure the glove was tied shut,
leakproof, and then she pushed the end past the anal sphincter
and replaced the plug Robin had worn all day. “I know you feel
full and want to expel it, but you will hold it in until morning,
when I tell you you can pass it. Understand?” “Yes, Doctor.”
“Now, go bend over the bed.” Robin pressed her breasts against
the sheet and raised her rump as she stood beside the bed. The
doctor used a hairbrush, the smooth back striking the ass cheeks
alternately. The warm mass in Robin’s rectum was jarred with
each blow, exciting her perineal nerve, which serves the inner
thighs, the vulva and vagina, and the anal region. The water in
her rectum pushed the rectal walls against her vaginal walls,
pressing on the G- spot.

On the sixteenth swat, Robin shook with an orgasm. “That’s
enough, girl. Get into bed and lick my clit.”

All day at work, Robin was excited just to think of what Dr.
Kreuzer might demand of her, and by supper time Robin was
pressing her thighs together in anticipation. There were no
patients that night, so they had time to play. They ate together
in the nude, and the doctor said, “Robin, you have such a pretty
vulva. I want a cast of it.” “Yes, doctor.” The bench and
padded board were still in the bathroom, and Robin was quickly
strapped down, with her knees spread and her rump upthrust. Of
course she must be oiled, and she nearly had an orgasm just
feeling the doctor’s oily hands sliding over her belly and labia
and perineum, all the way up over the anus. Then came the
plaster bandages, almost like rigid thong panties, and a long
wait while the warm plaster set. The doctor massaged Robin’s
breasts while they waited, teasing her to the brink of an orgasm
but not over the edge.

When the doctor finally cut the plaster panties off and washed
away the oily residue, she did not release Robin. “I have a treat
for you, Robin.” She spread a towel over Robin’s back. Then she
took a small plastic squeeze bottle. The label read, “Eau d’
Estrus”, manufactured by Synbiotics, of Malvern, PA., a
veterinarians’ supply company. The doctor sprayed a single
squirt into Robin’s vulva. She opened the door and Clem bounded
into the bathroom. Robin could see in one of the mirrors that
Clem’s penis, the size and shape of a carrot and bright pink,
suddenly stood forth six or eight inches, with a golf-ball sized
lump at the base. Clem instantly mounted Robin, his head behind
hers, his forelegs grasping her body over the protective towel.

Adam lay in his hospital bed and gazed bleakly at the ceiling. This was turning out to be the very worst Christmas of all – appendicitis, of all things, had stricken him down a couple of weeks before the festive season. He had endured stoically the ritual humiliations, the rectal examination and being shaved by a grinning male orderly who had added insult to injury by saying that it didn’t really matter if the razor slipped because a Catholic priest had no particular use for that appendage. Adam had tried to explain that he wasn’t a priest, he was just a student who wouldn’t take the first step into Holy Orders for several months, but the man had just scowled at the attempt to spoil his joke. (more…)

I graduated from nursing school in 1984. Part of any nursing program includes learning how to do physical assessment. Most schools teach you to everything but pelvic and rectal exams on other students – mannequins were used instead. We were tested on all aspects of the exam and our instructors suggested that we practice on each other and on our significant others.

Angie, my 19 year old girlfriend at the time, was very helpful and somewhat naive (a great combination). She was always willing to allow me to practice procedures on her body. She was very pretty – about 5’5, 115 lbs., with light brown shoulder length hair that curled in at the tips. Anyway, I don’t think she realized that gynecological examinations were part of my training. (We hadn’t even had full blown sex at that time – just some petting). When I told her that I needed to do a complete gyn exam on her she became very reticent. She was also very embarrassed. She said that she had never had a gyn exam and that her doctor had only looked at the outside of her “privates”. (more…)

My fantasy starts with my favorite nurse coming In to change my dressing a few days after the operation. She’s tall, has the most gorgeous hair and a beautiful figure. I’ve been eyeing her for some days and get a hard on just thinking about having sex with her.

On this particular day she comes into my private room. After closing the curtains to make the place completely private, she pulls down the bedclothes and says she wants to look at my wound to see If it’s healing well. (more…)

“I say, sir, are you all right?”

The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced – once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.

Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?

“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”

Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.

“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is – hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”

Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.

“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”

“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action – only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.” (more…)

I was getting pretty bored sitting on the bench in the corridor outside the nurse’s office, watching the red light that told me that she was busy. Normally, when I got here this early, there was nobody about and I got my enema straightaway.

I considered skipping the whole thing, but I really needed to ace today’s SATs and I wanted to get rid of the build-up of tension and frustration and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before tackling them – the maelstrom of college application started straight after summer vacation and I really did want a major league college place if only to prove to my father that I could do it.

It might seem strange that a eighteen year old guy was voluntarily taking an enema. It all started when I was fourteen and had been talked into going to boarding school by my dad. This place was his old school, and he attributed a lot of his success to the education he had received here. I was pretty doubtful at first, but he described the place in such glowing terms that I eventually agreed to try it. Much to my surprise, his description had been 100% accurate – it was a good school, the teachers were first class and my fellow students were good guys. The only problem, of course, was an enforced celibacy – at the age where my peer group at home were screwing themselves silly, I was still very much a virgin. That hadn’t seemed so important when I started, but now it was steadily driving me up the wall with frustration. (more…)

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