By the way, her name is Sarah Taylor. It had been a few days since her encounter with Mr. Matthews and she couldn’t get over it. That same night, she fingered herself to a huge orgasm remembering how she rode him. She could still feel their mixed juices dripping out of her pussy and it made her hornier.

During report, she learnt that Mr. Matthews now could do several things without assistance such as getting out of bed, going to washroom and so forth. She was glad to hear that because it made her mind go to other places; of imagining him, pinning her against the wall, with her hands tied up and taking her right there…..She was interrupted by her reverie by the nurse manager calling her name.

“Nurse Taylor. Daydreaming again?” She blushed at the comment as the other nurses snickered. She lowered her eyes, staring at the floor as the report was finally finished. Everyone got up to leave and she sat there for a moment. The nurse manager returned with a grim look on her face. “It appears you will be doing the night shift alone tonight. Your fellow nurse has called in sick.”

“Oh great,” Sarah sighed. “More work for me tonight.”

She gathered her stuff and headed to the medicine cart to prepare to give out the medications. The last person on her list of patients was Mr. Matthews. “Well, that works out fine,” she thought as she went around the ward, dispensing it. When she reached Mr. Matthews private room, she checked her watch and it was time for break. “Hmm, everything seems to be working out perfectly for me.”

She gently pushed the door open and it appeared that Mr. Matthews was asleep. She put the medication on his side table. She walked over to the front of his bed. He looked peaceful lying there. She lifted up his sheet to make him more comfortable but instead she peered underneath and saw was nude. A smirk appeared on her lips as she pulled it back down and went to lock his room door.

Unknown to her, Mr. Matthews was aware of everything she was doing. He was finding it hard not to say anything as he felt her push the sheet aside and spread his long legs apart. She settled between them and lied down flat on her stomach, her fingers making contact with his cock.

“I wonder what I should do first,” she said teasingly, as she began to fist his cock gently, her fingers playing with the head. “Maybe….” as her voice trailed off, her wet tongue made contact with his slit and she heard a hiss up from above. “Aww, you’re awake now!” she whispered as her tongue lingered her on his slit longer this time as she stroked him.

“More please!” he begged through gritted teeth. “God, she’s good,” he thought as she continued to make his cock arise to the occasion. Her hands went to his balls, tugging them as her mouth swallowed his shaft. “Mmm,” as her lips stretched around his thick shaft, sucking profusely up and down as he moaned, now sitting up to watch her intently through partially closed eyes.

His fingers grasped her head as he demanded, “Knee on the ground.” She did as she was told, as he positioned himself at the end of the bed, face fucking her now almost to the point of gagging around his thick prick, holding her head firmly as she took him down her throat.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “Sarah, you’re doing well.”

He face fucked her more roughly.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth; that we can do another time.”

He removed her mouth from his dick as his fingers began to caress her breasts through her shirt. She pushed her boobs more into his hands as he slid her shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in her lacy bra.

“What size are your breasts?” his voice ragged.

“38 DD,” she answered.

“Mmm. They’re beautiful just like the woman they’re attached to.”

He leaned downwards to capture her mouth in a kiss, as he slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders.

“Sit in the chair, Sarah.” He said sternly.

She got up and walked towards the chair, his eyes gazing at her ass, making him harder.

He limped over to her, bending down on one leg as his large hands pulled down her pants. He pushed his head into her crotch, savouring the scent of her arousal. He moved in closer and licked her through her panties. “Mr. Matthews,” she groaned. “Call me Sean,” as he continued his assault on her sex, ripping the fabric aside to taste her wet lips. She grasped the chair tightly as he licked her lips, his fingertips spreading them apart to look at her pinkness.

His tongue delved inside her, softly at first as he played with her swollen clit. His light brown eyes saw her remove her bra, her full tits resting in her hands as she twisted her nipples as each touch and taste brought her closer to ecstasy.

He was rock hard as he changed tactics, now sucking on her clit, sliding a finger inside her.

“Sean!” she cried out, as he thrusted deep in her.

“Sarah, what do you want?” as he thrusted long and deep, pushing her closer each time to her climax.

“I….” she started as he added another finger, and she exploded, her juices coating his face, a long, delicious moan escaping out of her. He pushed in and out, touching her sweet spot, bringing her to another orgasm.

“I want you to fuck me!” she whimpered.

To be continued…..

How did this happen? A few days before, I couldn’t get a girl to even look at me twice. Now I had this gorgeous woman leaving her husband for me. A few days ago I was lying on the pavement nearly dead. And now there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with me.

“Meghan, go get my release papers, or whatever it is I have to sign to get out of here. We’re leaving.”

“Yes Master.”

She got dressed and headed for the door, but before she made it out of the room, her cell phone rang. She looked at it, then looked at me and asked “Master, it’s my friend Colleen, She, works here too. I was supposed to meet her after work. May I answer?”

“Yes Meghan, and if she is hot, tell her to wait for you by your car.”

“Yes Master.”

“Hey Coll, sorry about the delay. I will be a few more minutes, but will you wait for me by my car?” She paused. “Oh, Ok. Great, then I’ll see you in a few.”

“Master, she said she parked right beside me so she is waiting in her car.”

“Alright then. I take that she’s hot?”

“Yes master. If I were into women, I’d want her.”

I was reminded again of the stark difference between normal Meghan and Meghan in bed.

I began to wonder if I could do to other women what I had done to Meghan and decided I was definitely going to try.

“Maybe you’ll get to try her anyway.”

I realized that I didn’t want problems between my girls, if indeed there were to be others, so I thought a little programming would be in order. Before Meghan reached the door, I used my new found ability to project my orders and command.

Meghan, you will not be jealous of me paying attention to or having sex with other women

Then orally, “Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. Now send someone in here to unhook me while you get my paperwork.”

“Yes Master.” And she left.

As I was waiting, I kept thinking about all the things that had happened over the last few days. When I was mugged, I thought I was going to die. Now I was as healthy as a horse. I thought about the blue liquid that I saw at some point, and wondered what that could have been. It had seemed to be pooled around my head.

Then, I got lost in lustful thought remembering how good Meghan felt as I slid in and out of her, and I got a raging hard on again, even though it had only been a few minutes since I had gotten off, twice in fact. Then there was a knock at my door.

I was expecting Mike, the guy who had been my night time nurse during my stay. What I got was definitely not Mike. In walked a beautiful young woman that looked to be half Filipino, and half white. Dark hair and the most gorgeous natural tan, in combination with stunning green eyes. Her ass wasn’t as nice a Meghan’s, but it did have a nice shape to it, and she had at least a B cup, all on a trim little 5’5″ body.

I knew I wanted this one to be my next. Still not too sure of my abilities I tried a little test. I didn’t know her name, so as she headed over to the dry erase board that hung on the wall, I just stared intently at her and gave her an odd command

Scratch your nose with both hands

I was amazed. She instantly reached up with both hands and used her index fingers to scratch both sides of her nose.

“Hi my name is Amber. I would have been your nurse this evening, but it looks like you are going home.”

Getting a little cocky, my response was, “You are still going to be my nurse, and you are going home with me.”

And before she could respond, I grinned, stopped her, and gave her the commands that would hopefully add her to my little harem.

Amber, you belong entirely to me now.

You will think and act on your own, but you will always obey my commands, and enjoy doing so.

You will call me master when in private, but sir when in public

You will not be jealous of me paying attention to or having sex with other women

And the one I had just thought of

You will never again have sexual contact with anyone, without my permission, or direct order.

Orally I asked, “Do you understand?” and she answered with what was fast becoming my all time favourite phrase.

“Yes Master.”

“Now how much time do we have until someone interrupts us?”

“It will take Meg about 15 minutes to get your papers, so we have until then master.”

“Great. Now come over here and give your new master the best blow job you know how.”

With that she climbed up on the foot of the bed, folded my gown up onto my chest exposing my rock hard pole. She then leaned in, and starting at the base, began to lick my shaft. With her first lick, she seemed to get more excited, even hungry. She seemed to make absolutely sure that she licked every little bit of my shaft and washed my balls well with her mouth. But she didn’t waste any time about it.

Then she began to attack my member with fervour. When she had thoroughly tongue-washed my member, she brought that hot wet mouth to the head of my dick and almost seemed to swallow me whole. This girl was on a mission. Holding the base of my shaft with her right hand, and my balls with her left, she was taking me down her throat and back at a pace I couldn’t believe, then after a few strokes, she would pause at the head and hum while masturbating me furiously for a few seconds. Then she would go back to deep-throating me.

Although I knew I was controlling them, I couldn’t believe my luck in acquiring two girls like these

I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I exploded in her mouth, and she just took it I couldn’t believe how much I came, especially after just emptying a large load in Meghan’s mouth, and another in her womb.

Amber tried to take every drop of my spunk in her mouth, but she had to swallow at least once. Finally the torrents of semen subsided (How could I produce that much semen?). Amber sucked my member dry and then let it fall out of her mouth. She then came up to me to show me that she had kept a mouthful. This gave me a wicked Idea, and I told her to hold it, and get me unhooked and ready to go.

“Esh Masha.” She tried to say my favourite phrase.

We had just finished getting me ready. I had sat down on the edge of the bed, Amber sitting patiently at my side, still holding my cum in her mouth, when Meghan returned.

Meghan knocked and slowly opened the door. When she came in and closed the door behind her, I looked at Amber and said “Give it to her.” Without even an attempt at my new favourite phrase, she got up, strode across the floor and gave Meghan the hottest kiss I had ever seen.

I had to break up the kiss, or I would have stayed in that room forever. I was enjoying watching too much and I was thinking about starting my first threesome right then and there. But, something was really nagging at me to leave the hospital.

And, besides I had a potential addition to my little walking sex fest waiting in the parking garage. So, while I filled out the paperwork, I sent Amber to quit her job. Somebody had to earn money, but I was taking all my girls with me tonight. We met at the nurse’s station, and headed for the parking garage.

On the way, I asked Meghan about Colleen. She said “I think you’ll like her master. She is about 5’8″. She is adorable. She has wavy golden blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her shoulder blades, and big blue eyes. She is 28, and a doctor. She dresses very conservatively and she isn’t quite as trim as Amber here, but I think you’ll like her.”

I did. We walked up between Meghan’s red Mazda RX8 and a gray Chrysler 300C. Colleen had backed her car in, so her car and Meghan’s were facing opposite direction, but sitting side by side, driver’s door to driver’s door.

In my opinion, an attractive woman rates on one or more of three scales. Those scales are

Cute,

Pretty, and

Sexy.

Some women rate high on two of these scales, and the rare woman rates above a five on all three. One being attractive, but barely above average, and ten being world class.

What stepped out of that car was an oddity, and I remembered Meghan’s words “She is adorable.” If you stopped at her face, Colleen would have rated a twelve on the cute scale. Adorable was definitely the word. But no human male would have stopped at her face.

She was definitely dressed very conservatively. In fact it looked like she seemed to be desperately trying to hide those volleyballs that were under her top. I am not sure, but they had to be at least an F-cup. And, I couldn’t wait to play with them.

This woman rated about a six on the pretty scale, and the body she was trying to hide under that outfit would earn her at least a twelve on the sexy scale. Dressed in burlap, this woman would have been sexy.

Colleen came toward us with a friendly smile on her face. “Hi Meg, hey Amber. Who’s your friend?” asked Colleen. Both girls answered “He’s our master.”

Obviously ogling her chest, I said “Oh I can’t wait to play with those.” Her smile gone, Colleen started to reply, “Excuse…” I stopped her before she could finish.

I noticed that I didn’t have to use her name or even really concentrate. I just issued the command

Stop.

And she froze mid-sentence. “Thanks Meghan, I am definitely going to enjoy this one.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

I puzzled over that word “sir” for a millisecond, and then realized I was hearing footfalls. I began to quickly program my new sex toy,

Colleen, you belong entirely to me now.

You will think and act on your own, but you will always obey my commands, and enjoy doing so.

I was about to ask if she understood, but, I didn’t get any further with the commands before we had a little excitement.

The footfalls stopped and the noise ensued.

The way we were positioned, we were between the two cars. Colleen and I in the middle by the doors, book-ended by Amber near the aisle and Meghan behind us.

When the footsteps stopped, I looked toward the aisle to see a man begin to raise a gun, but in a blur Amber knocked the gun from his hand, broke his nose, and crushed his nut-sack in her grip. I was liking her more by the second.

While this was going on, I mentally ordered Colleen to get down. I heard what sounded like high voltage electricity, and a loud pop. Then I felt a white hot pain in my left shoulder, and saw blood on my new shirt.

I turned to Meghan who was standing over a man that was on the ground still twitching from the tazer my beautiful nurse still held in her hand. As I looked from Meghan to Amber, Amber said “What? A girl has to protect herself.”

“And her master.” Meghan added with a grin.

“Oh master! You’ve been shot!” all three girls.

“I think you’re right. It’s a good thing I know a few nurses.” I said trying to sound cool. But the pain and the itching were intense.

“Don’t forget the Doctor.” Colleen said leaning in to examine my wound.

On a quick examination, my newest pet said, “The good news is, it went all the way through. The weird news is, it seems to be healing already.”

I looked around and saw that twitchy was out, but nut-sack was scooting across the concrete. I realized that he was almost to his gun, and I gave him the command to

Stop!

No results. He grabbed the gun, turned and aimed at Amber’s head. I yelled “STOP!” and, on instinct, I moved my hands downward as if to force his arm down. His actual arm hit the concrete with an audible crack, and was bent at a very odd angle. As the man screamed in agony, the girls gathered the guns.

“We have to go. Get your cars and follow Colleen and me.” Even in my hurry, I was curious, so I watched Amber cross to a beautiful yellow Datsun 240Z. Aloud I said with a grin “It figures.” Before we left I finished programming my newest love doll, and gave Meghan the newest command

You will never again have sexual contact with anyone, without my permission, or direct order.

Shortly we arrived at Colleen’s apartment complex (bullet-hole gone and almost forgotten), and despite the recent excitement, I could not wait to break in my newest toy. Along the way I established that she was divorced. He cheated on her because she didn’t allow him to play with her massive chest. She actually seemed to be embarrassed by them. Oh how her life was about to change.

Still in the car, I gave Colleen a little extra programming.

Colleen, your body is just right, just as it is.

You will no longer try to hide those breasts.

You will greatly enjoy sex with me in any form.

She immediately removed her top and bra, revealing the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen. Her areolas were large, but not too large, and her nipples were already standing out ¾ of an inch. I just had to taste them. Leaning over I sucked as much of her right tit into my mouth as I possibly could. Then with both hands I began to knead and suck like a feeding child.

She just leaned back in the seat moaning loudly. I then slid my right hand behind the waistband of her skirt, and under her panties. When I touched her soaking wet un-shaved crotch, she let out a sharp “Ah!” and she came right then and there.

“Oh Master, Please fuck me!”

“I will, but first we should get inside.”

“Then will you fuck me?”

“I will do more than that. I have a feeling I will be taking several virginities from you tonight.” I reluctantly pulled my hand from her warm wet and somewhat hairy pussy

The other girls were standing by the car waiting when we got out. We headed across the parking lot to the apartments, Colleen leading the way, with her big beautiful mammaries out for the world to see. I knew I was going to have to alter her programming, but I decided to enjoy it this once.

Amber asked “Master, my girlfriend will be expecting me home soon, may I call her?”

“Your what?”

“My girlfriend, master. I will dump her if you want.”

“Is she hot?”

“Yes, but not as hot as Meg or Coll.”

“Invite her over.”

“Yes Master.”

She made the call as the three of us made our way into Colleen’s home.

Colleen you will cover your tits enough in public to be legal.

“Now show me to your bedroom and strip. Girls find us some food. We’re all about to work up an appetite.”

Three different beautiful mouths said “Yes, Master.”

As we stepped into her bedroom, Colleen dropped her conservative skirt to the floor, removed her granny panties, and began to remove her thigh high stockings. But, I stopped her. “Leave those on. And from now on, you are going to wear a G-string, when you wear any form of panties at all. Now get up on the bed and lay on your back.”

“Yes Master.”

I had never had the opportunity to titty-fuck anyone before. In fact it had been a while since I was laid at all. But, tonight the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen was right in front of me, and I crawled up and planted my eight inch dick right in the middle of them.

I held those massive, warm, soft pillows of flesh together over my swollen dick and began to pump. As I got going, I felt Colleen reach around and start fingering herself. The faster I got, the faster she got, and she began to moan.

Her moaning just added to my excitement, so I increased my speed, and she increased hers, and began to moan louder.

This kept going until I exploded. I released her tits, and rose up a bit so I could shoot all over her chest and face. As I did this, she let out a loud keening sound and began to shudder. I puzzled over her heightened reaction for a second, then I remembered her extra programming specifically ”

“You will greatly enjoy sex with me in any form.”

I quickly added that to my standard list and to the programming in the other two girls.

I later realized that I had programmed them while they weren’t in my immediate area, but at that moment I had other things on my mind. And I knew I was going to enjoy this show.

“Meghan, come in here please and strip.”

“Yes Master.” She left a trail of clothing from the kitchen to the bed. When she was totally nude, I told her to use her tongue and help Colleen clean herself up.

Watching Meghan lick and suck on Colleen’s huge tits was extremely hot. I was about to call Amber in to help, but then I saw Meghan’s rosebud, and knew what my next target was.

- The End -

She had been aroused the whole day while working at the hospital on the medical-surgical ward. The material rubbing against her clit had been a constant tease, taunting her as she tried to take care of her roster of patients. She had been assigned several male patients on her shift, several she had provided care to before while others were new. Her regular patients always treated her with respect and loved conversing with her, making her time there more enjoyable.

She had to admit that some of the guys assigned to her were quite dashing and she had caught them several times checking her out even flirting with her, which she ignored but secretly liked. There was one man in particular who had caught her eye. He was about 35, 6 feet, 2 inches in height, dark brown hair and sparkling light brown eyes. She was attracted to him the first time she saw him and she felt the feeling was mutual. There was a spark of electricity every time she was in his presence and she had given him preferential treatments at times.

She smiled as she remembered the first time; she gave him a sponge bath.

“Mr. Matthews, it’s time for your sponge bath,” she said as she approached his bed.

He smiled as he reached to grasp her arm. “I have been waiting for this all day,” he smirked as he winked at her. She turned her face away as she caught a glance of his bulge forming underneath the sheets. She had always wondered how big he was and a feeling of arousal and embarrassment arose from within as she remembered the night before how she brought herself to a great climax imagining her mouth on his dick.

Her cheeks felt flushed as she gathered the supplies she was going to need. She put the basin on his bedside table as she took the cloth and gently began to wash his face. His eyes were closed, as she wiped his forehead and then preceded to wash the rest of his face.

She heard his deep murmurs of contentment as she rolled down the sheet and lifted up his shirt. She liked seeing his chest, noticing that he was quite fit as her fingers caressed him, touching his nipples, feeling them get erect at her touch. A shiver of want flowed straight to her nether regions as her tongue longed to make contact with his nipple. Against her better judgment, she leaned over and licked his nipple.

“Oh God,” he cried out as she sucked and licked. Her wetness increased now as her fingers made her way to his boxers. She slipped a hand underneath to feel his length.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, liking the feel of his semi-erect cock in her hands. He was thick and long, just the way she liked it. She began to stroke him, her fingers gently caressing his cock as his eyes watched her intently.

She pushed the sheet out of the way, pulled down his boxers, setting his shaft free.

“I have dreamt about this so long,” he muttered. “I want you to fuck me,” his deep voice sending delicious shivers down her spine.

His fingers unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts as she climbed over him, lying on top, giving his tongue access to her nipples as his teeth tugged on them. She squealed quietly as her hand slid over his cock.

She got up on her knees, taking his cock and rubbing it against her hard clit. She pushed it inside her and his thick length was held tight by her muscles. She sighed as she stilled herself, finally beginning to ride him, as they moaned in pleasure. She bounced up and down his cock, loving how he made her feel.

She took her time, not wanting to rush, leaning forward so he could play with her breasts.

She growled as he took control, pounding her hard and fast, having her on the edge of an orgasm. She rubbed her clit as well, letting go as it rushed over her, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He kept going harder and harder until he came, her pussy muscles squeezing him tightly.

Their eyes locked for a moment and they both smiled at each other. She wanted to stay and fuck him more but she knew she had to go.

“It’s okay,” he said, somehow reading her mind. “I know you have to go.”

She felt empty, letting his cock slip out of her but she had no choice.

“I’ll back to later to uh…..continue this?!” She winked as she quickly cleaned him up.

“I hope so,” he chuckled. “I can’t get enough of you!”

- To be Continued… -

The front desk called Sergio’s room at 7:55 a.m. to advise him of a visitor. After confirming her identity, the hotel employee gave Yesenia an electronic pass card and directed her to the VIP elevator. She slid the card through the reader, punched the button for the twenty-fourth floor, and rode the glass-encased car to the top of the hotel. Yesenia exited, turned left, and scanned the hallway for room 2424. She found the door, knocked, and then waited.

“Good morning!” Sergio said, welcoming her into his room. “Did you bring my automobile?”

“I parked my car with the valet. Here’s the ticket.”

“Gracias, mi amor, gracias.”

“De nada, Senor.”

Sergio took the ticket from Yesenia, tucked it into his shirt pocket, and gave Yesenia a thorough once-over. Standing in her navy blue scrubs, white lab coat and sneakers, and with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, Yesenia presented a professional profile in stark contrast to the cut off shorts, bikini top and wild hair she sported the previous day. The baggy scrub pants obscured her curvaceous backside, while the lab coat made her ample breasts all but disappear. The conservative make-up adorning her face completed the transformation from slutty playground tease to health care professional.

“Dulcita, aren’t you professional today? If I weren’t expecting your visit, I probably wouldn’t have recognized you. I hope you didn’t cause the front desk to believe that I am ill. The concierge can be overly helpful at times.”

“I’m on my way to work.”

“Are you a doctor, Yesenia?”

“I’m a nurse–a private, home nurse.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Thank you. I worked hard to get where I am. Now let’s hurry up and get this over with so that I’m not late for work–drop your pants.”

“Not so fast, my pretty little nurse. It would be my pleasure to become knowing you better. I’ve ordered breakfast from room service. Come and join me on the terrace, where we can enjoy this beautiful morning sunshine.”

“I told you, I have to get to work.”

“Would you like some coffee, at least?

“You aren’t listening. I don’t have time.”

“Is there anything I can get for you? A mimosa? Orange juice? A pastelito? Some berries and cream?”

“Ha ha. I get it–berries and cream. Did you forget to mention your banana?”

“No, no, I meant fresh strawberries and sweetened creme. The kitchen here has the biggest, freshest, sweetest strawberries I’ve ever seen. They are delicious.”

“Look, Sr. de la Cruz, I have to get to work. I’m only here because you hustled Russell out of my car, and you’re making me suck your dick so I can drive it. Now let’s conclude this disgusting business of ours so I can get out of here and get where I need to be.”

“Alright, alright, Yesenia, let’s get started. But first, I’m going to need for you to remove your clothes.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Your clothes–take them off.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to see all of you. You have beautiful breasts and your skin is like cinnamon and honey. You tantalize me. I want to see all of your beauty.”

“Sr. de la Cruz!”

“Si.” Sergio bowed.

“You … you’re overstepping the boundaries. I’m not here by choice, you know. You humiliated me yesterday in front of the entire park, and I am left with the impression that you intend to continue humiliating me for the foreseeable future. I’ll do what I have to do, but I will only go so far with you. I’m with Russell, and he’s the only man who gets to see my naked body.”

“Yesenia, I am try to be patient with you, but my patience has limits. You have two options. You can take off your clothes this instant, or you can turn around and leave before I have hotel security remove you. The choice is yours, but you need to make that choice immediately.”

Yesenia’s eyes started to water, but she was determined not to cry again. She set down her purse, took off her lab coat, and kicked off her shoes. She pulled her scrub pants to the floor, pulled the top over her head, and then stood before Sergio in her bra and panties with her head tilted downward. She realized that bowing her head was a form of submission, so she lifted her chin and looked into Sergio’s sparkling blue eyes.

“Very nice,” Sergio said. “Now finish.”

Yesenia dropped her head, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor, and then pushed her panties to her ankles. She stood in the center of the room–nude except for the white anklets on her feet. She raised her arms in an effort to cover her naked breasts and pussy, but when she realized that she couldn’t hide all her assets she feigned defiance by standing with her arms hanging to her sides.

Sergio leered at her front side, and then directed her to spin around in a slow circle. His eyes devoured Yesenia’s round, bulbous buttocks, soft belly, and thick, muscular legs. Her nipples were at full attention, and a sheen of perspiration was forming between her pendulous breasts. Her thick black bush was trimmed to a small patch above her slit, but that patch was surrounded by visible stubble. Looking closer, Sergio detected a hint of nectar moistening her pink and grey nether lips.

Despite the cool temperature in the hotel room, Yesenia felt a warm wave wash over her body. She could smell her own arousal rising from her pussy, and she guessed that Sergio could also. A hot flash exploded in her face as she processed that thought.

Compelled by the heat rising within her, and at the same time anxious to be done and on her way, Yesenia initiated the action. She stepped toward Sergio and reached for the drawstring on his white linen slacks. She pulled it, allowing the loose-fitting pants to drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock sprang out, fully erect and ready for attention. Yesenia wrapped a hand around the base, dropped to her knees, and licked the shaft.

Sergio leaned forward, grabbed her by the pony tail, and pulled her head backward.

“Not today,” he said. “Come with me.”

“What’s wrong? What did I do? Where are we going?”

“Outside. That’s how you like it.”

“Says you,” she spat.

Sergio led Yesenia to a doorway and ushered her onto the balcony.

“What’s up, boss?” a familiar voice greeted the two.

Yesenia turned and saw Jamal seated at a table with his breakfast. There were two more place settings, several dishes with steel covers over them, a pitcher of orange juice, a pot of coffee, a bucket of champagne, and a tray of fresh fruit. Yesenia’s eyes widened as she covered her crotch with one hand and attempted to cover her breasts with the other.

“What’s he doing here?” she shrieked.

“Mr. Walker works for me now,” Sergio answered. “He is my gerbil.”

“Gopher,” Jamal corrected. “I’m your gopher.”

Jamal looked at Sergio, diverting his eyes to avoid staring at Sergio’s crotch. He glanced at Yesenia, taking in her lush curves while attempting to see past her protective arm placement.

“Right, gopher,” Sergio said. “That is what I am mean.”

“He’s not staying out here,” Yesenia snapped. “Jamal, you can take your plate and go inside now. Watch some TV.”

“Mr. Walker is precisely where he needs to be,” Sergio interrupted. “He is no going anywhere.”

“I’m not…” Yesenia started.

“Then you’re dismissed. Pick up your clothes and go.”

“And my car?”

“My car will remain in the hotel garage. You can call a cab or take a bus. I don’t really care.”

“You-you can’t…it’s my car!”

“Yesenia, please leave now. Jamal, call security.”

“Wait! Alright! You win–again–what do you want me to do?”

“Are you sure you don’t have time for breakfast?”

“I’m positive,” Yesenia snarled.

“In that case, come over here.”

Sergio turned a padded chaise lounge chair away from the sun.

“Right here.” He pointed at the chaise. “On your hands and knees.”

Yesenia placed one knee and then the other on the thick cushion, and then leaned forward and lowered her palms to the chair. She glanced at Jamal, and then looked away as a wave of heat flushed over her skin.

Sergio paused at the table as he walked toward the chaise. He scooped up a handful of butter that was softening in the morning sun, and applied it to his erect cock. He rubbed the remaining butter into the crack of Yesenia’s ass, buttering her entire crotch from front to back.

“Hurry up, jefe,” she said. “I have to get to work.”

Sergio placed the tip of his cock against Yesenia’s buttered asshole and pushed. The head popped through the unprepared muscle ring and burrowed another inch into her anal canal before meeting resistance.

“Oww! Fuck! You’re in the wrong hole!”

Sergio placed his hands on her curvy hips, grasped a fistful of flesh in each hand, and pushed again. Another inch of cock disappeared inside her tight ass.

“Stop it, dammit! That hurts! Didn’t anyone teach you to ask before doing that?”

“I’m sorry that you are in discomfort,” Sergio said as he drew backward and then pushed forward again. “It had been my intention to take my time and make slow, passionate love to your entire body. But since you are in a hurry, I will get this over with as quickly as possible.”

“Wait! Not like this. You’re too big.”

Sergio pushed once again, burying the full length of his cock in Yesenia’s ass. His groin was pressed against her crotch, and his balls were resting on her pussy.

“You are mistaken, mi amor. I would say we are a perfect fit.”

Yesenia groaned.

“I beg to differ.”

Yesenia grimaced as unbidden tears formed in the corners of both eyes.

“You can beg all you want, but it won’t change anything. I’m going to fuck your culo until I cum, and then you will be free to get dressed and leave.”

“Wait–wait a minute.” Yesenia inhaled. “A blow job is one thing…”

“And this is something entirely different. I understand. I find this much more intimate–more personal–more in line with our new friendship.”

Yesenia shifted her hips, searching for a more comfortable angle.

“Do you think that ramming your cock in my ass makes us friends?” she whimpered.

“I like to think so. I hope that you don’t let just anyone shove a cock up your ass.”

Sergio drew back and then pushed forward again.

“Ungh!” Yesenia grunted. “Please! Ungh! Stop!”

“Mi amor, you are talking too much. Perhaps Jamal has something he can stuff down your throat to silence you.”

“No! I can’t–not both of you.”

“Very well.”

A tear streamed down Yesenia’s face, despite her best efforts not to cry. She clenched her jaw, put her face down, and stared at the cushion while she attempted to relax her burning asshole. She glanced at her watch, noted the time, and realized that she was wasting precious minutes resisting. She had to hurry up and finish in order to make it to her first appointment on time.

“Fuck me!” she urged through gritted teeth. “Fuck me, papi.”

Sergio felt his dick swell in response to Yesenia’s encouragement. He never stopped to consider whether her enthusiasm was feigned or genuine. His brain was excited at a primal level, and he thrust faster, pushing his cock in and out of her buttered ass with increasing velocity.

“Fuck me papi! Fuck my tight ass!”

Sergio rocked his body back and forth, plunging the hard shaft and flared head in and out of her tight, slick asshole. Anal sex was his favorite perversion, but few women were willing to take his cock in their tightest entrance. None had ever taken the entire length. Yesenia had no choice, he realized, but he still marveled at her talent and her enthusiasm. The fact that she seemed to like it made it even more thrilling for him.

“Give it to me, papi!” Yesenia growled through her clamped jaw. “Give it to me! Give me that big dick!”

Sergio’s cock had never felt longer or harder. Despite the girth, his cock slid in and out of Yesenia’s ass with amazing ease. The melting butter was the best lubricant he had every used, loosening her tight brown ass and her smooth, warm tunnel. He pushed faster and deeper, burying his bone in her sweet, tender backside.

“More! Faster!” she urged.

Sergio continued thrusting. He was unaware of his surroundings–unaware of anything other than his engorged cock, Yesenia’s slick ass, and her ragged voice. He opened his eyes and looked to his left where he saw Jamal, seated at the table and rubbing his crotch beneath a napkin. Sergio waved him over.

Jamal walked around the table and approached the chaise. Sergio met Jamal’s gaze, pinched his thumb and forefinger together, and then pointed at Yesenia. Jamal stared for a second, and then nodded in approval.

“Faster! Faster!” Yesenia urged. “Fuck my ass, papi, fuck my ass! Cum for me, papi!”

Jamal’s fingers and thumbs closed on both of her nipples. At the same time, twin waves of searing heat raced in opposite directions, one from Yesenia’s nipples to her brain and the other from her nipples to her clit. Her body felt as though it were being consumed by fire.

“Ungh! Yes! Oh god! Yes! Don’t stop!”

Yesenia’s entire frame shook as an unanticipated orgasm overwhelmed her. She had been so intent on making Sergio cum, that she failed to note her own growing arousal. The unexpected pressure on her nipples was the final spark that set her off, releasing a wave of heat and fire that coursed throughout her body.

“Ohhhhhh! Yesssssss! Yesssss!” she cried. “Just like that! Just like that!”

Jamal continued to pinch, while Sergio resumed thrusting in and out of Yesenia’s buttery ass. Yesenia lifted her head, realized that it was Jamal who was pinching her nipples, and dropped her head again in shame. Another wave of heat seared her skin.

“Oh god! I can’t stop cumming!”

Sergio thrust faster and faster. For the first time, he realized, he was going to shoot his load in a woman’s ass. All previous attempts ended prematurely due to reluctance or fear. Yesenia’s ass devoured the thick intruder.

Clutching her curvaceous hips, he thrust in and out, pushing and pulling her body back and forth to increase the force of his thrusts. Sergio felt his balls tighten, and knew he was close.

“Harder, papi, harder! Fuck my ass harder! Give it to me, papi! Give it to me!”

Sergio felt an explosion inside his head. His vision went black as his cock swelled and spurted. Jets of cum shot from his balls, up his shaft, and flooded Yesenia’s bowels. He pushed and pumped as the juice continued to erupt from his cock.

“Oh yes! Papi, yes! Fill me! Fill me! Fill my ass!”

Yesenia’s ass burned, but her skin was on fire. Every nerve was tingling as the most powerful orgasm yet wracked her body. He arms gave out, and a second later her legs followed. Yesenia collapsed on the chaise, her body quivering as the afterglow spread over her torso. A stream of cum leaked out of her ass and collected on the cushion beneath her.

“That was…amazing,” Yesenia panted. “I’ve never..what did you do to me? How did…? Wow. Just…wow.”

“Umm, boss,” Jamal interrupted, “I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but what about me? I could use some relief, too. Just sayin’.”

“I can’t…I have to go to work,” Yesenia mumbled between gasps for air. “I can’t. Sorry, sweetie. Not this time.”

“Don’t worry, Jamal, I’ll see that you’re taken care of,” Sergio answered. “Get the door for me, please.”

Sergio bent over, picked up Yesenia, and cradled her in his arms. He waited for Jamal to open the door, and then carried her into the room.

“Wait outside,” he said to Jamal. “I’ll call someone for you.”

“Sure thing, boss. Hey, how about that Puerto Rican girl from last night?”

“With the pierced nipples and no gag reflex?”

“Yeah, you know the one I’m talking about.” Jamal giggled.

“I’ll see if she’s available.”

“Cool,” Jamal answered. “Oh, Yesenia–one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“You’re even hotter than I imagined. I don’t know why you’re wasting it all on Russell.”

“When you can beat Russell one-on-one, come and talk to me.”

Jamal closed the door and returned to his breakfast. Sergio set Yesenia on the sofa, gathered her clothes, and handed them to her.

Yesenia put on her bra and panties, and the stood up to put on her scrubs. Sergio stepped toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her body against his. Their eyes met, and then he lowered his lips to hers.

“The bathroom is over there,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You can take a shower and get yourself cleaned up before you go.”

“I don’t have time. I’m going to be late for work. I’ll sign in and then go straight to the bathroom. I’ll wash up before anyone even knows I’m there.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t have any choice. I’d stay longer, but I have to go.”

“Alright. Here’s the valet ticket. Same time tomorrow?”

“Maybe a little earlier.”

“Very well. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Breakfast will be waiting for you.”

Yesenia stepped through the door, and then turned back before Sergio could close it.

“Sergio?”

“Yes.”

“One more thing.”

“I’m listening.”

“Thank you for not sharing me with Jamal. I was so turned on, so horny, I was…out of control. At that moment I would have done anything–sucked his dick, licked his ass, fucked him–anything at all. And then I’d hate myself for it tonight.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sergio, I’m not a whore.”

“No one said you were.”

“I’m serious. I am not a whore.”

“I believe you. Now get going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

* * * *

The front desk rang Sergio’s room at 6:45 a.m. Five minutes later, Yesenia exited the elevator, stepped around the housekeeper’s cart, and knocked at the door. Sergio opened it and invited Yesenia into the suite. Salsa music was playing at a low volume over the room entertainment system.

Standing in a white robe with the hotel initials monogrammed in bold black letters, Sergio escorted Yesenia into the main sitting area. Yesenia handed him the valet ticket and then set her purse on the table.

“Do you have time to dine with me this morning?” Sergio asked.

“Let’s take care of business, first, and then if I’m still ahead of schedule I can join you for breakfast.”

“Very well. Take off your clothes, por favor, mi flor hermosa.”

“You are such a charming devil, aren’t you?” Yesenia removed her scrubs, folded them, and set them on the coffee table.

“I’m doing my best to make our negocios pleasurable for both of us.”

“It seems to be working for one of us, at least.”

Yesenia felt her face flush as she unhooked her new bra, pushed the matching thong to the floor, and set both on top of her folded uniform. “Is this how you treat all the women in Europe?”

“Every woman is unique–every one must be approached, cultivated, and cared for in a different manner. The things I do with you I have never done with anyone else, and never will do with another.”

“So, I’m the first woman you’ve ever fucked in the ass?”

“Of course not. But you are the first woman who has ever performed for me in front of an audience.”

“That’s what I do? I perform for you?”

“You perform for yourself. I’m merely the director, placing you in roles you have always wanted to play, but never had the opportunity.”

“You’re so full of shit, Sr. de la Cruz. You have me in a compromising position, and you are taking advantage of the situation. If it wasn’t me, it would be somebody else. Men like you use women for your own pleasure, then cast them aside when you are through with them. The bigger your advantage, the more humiliating the treatment. You have me at a tremendous disadvantage, so the exploitation is enormous. You can stop pretending that any part of this is for my benefit. It’s all about you. I know it and you know it and now you know I know it. Now let’s do this so I can get to work.”

“As you wish.” Sergio was taken aback by Yesenia’s abrupt change of tone. “On that counter is a tube of lotion. Please bring it to me.”

Sergio unfastened the belt and opened his robe. His cock was pointing toward the ceiling at full erection.

Yesenia walked over to the kitchen area, located the lotion, and returned to the sofa. She handed the tube to Sergio.

“You do it, this time.”

Sergio placed the lotion in her hand and then motioned for Yesenia to turn around. She turned her back to Sergio, spread her feet, and squeezed the lotion onto her fingers.

“Are you going to fuck me in the ass again?”

“Of course. I’m going to fuck you in the ass every day until I am paid the twelve thousand dollars that Russell owes me, or you decide you no longer need my car.”

“You just proved my point.”

“Maybe. But you are about to prove mine, as well.”

“We’ll see.”

Yesenia applied a generous amount of lotion to the crack of her ass, and then spent a few seconds more rubbing it into her asshole. She sat on Sergio’s lap, reached behind her back for his cock, and applied the lotion to the head and shaft. She looked up at the clock, then lifted her ass from his thighs, placed the head against her anus, and lowered her weight onto his lap. She felt pressure on her sphincter, and then a sharp pain as the tip forced her open. She closed her eyes, willed the tension from her body, and resumed lowering her torso onto his lap. After another ten seconds of painful stretching, she felt the head pop through her tightest opening. She paused for a second, took a deep breath, and then resumed lowering her ass onto Sergio’s erect, throbbing cock. She ignored the pain and forced inch after inch of thick shaft up her ass.

Yesenia paused with half of Sergio’s solid cock impaling her bowels. She reached between her legs, grasped the remaining half, and realized that her ordeal was just beginning. She felt as though the invading shaft were going to cleave her in two, or send her to the emergency room so she could be stitched back together. Despite the searing pain, Yesenia forced a smile to her face. She did not want Sergio to know that she was in distress.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, gasping for breath. “Do you want to shove your fat cock up my tight little ass?”

“Yes,” Sergio whispered into her ear. “So tight. Your ass is so tight.”

“Do you want to fuck my tight little ass with your big, hard dick?”

“Si, corazon, si.”

Using her arms for leverage, Yesenia lifted her ass until just the tip of Sergio’s cock was wedged inside her anus. She clenched her teeth and held that position until the burning in her arms exceeded the burning in her asshole. When she could hold herself up no longer, she started a gradual descent that ended with her butt cheeks resting on Sergio’s lap and his entire cock buried in her ass. A satisfied smile crept across her face when she realized that she had taken all of his cock, and that she had accomplished the feat through her own efforts. She didn’t understand how or why, but the pain and humiliation of taking a dick up her ass out of necessity caused a wave of arousal to flash across her body.

“Do you like that?” Yesenia groaned. “Does it feel good burying your dick in my tight little ass?”

“It’s incredible,” Sergio moaned. “So good. Your ass feels so good.”

Sergio reached up and pinched both of her nipples. Yesenia felt a tingling travel across her body, connecting her nipples, her asshole, and her cunt. She reached between her legs and touched her clit, which amplified the tingling that she was already experiencing.

The bedroom door opened and a hotel maid in a yellow uniform stepped through carrying a load of linens in her bare arms. Her long hair was dyed plum and tied up in a bun. She had mocha-colored skin, dark brown eyes, and appeared to be in her mid-thirties.

“I am finish the bedroom. I start the bathroom and then…” The maid saw Yesenia and gasped. “Oh my! I am sorry, I didn’t know you had a visitor. I come back and finish the suite later. I’m so sorry, sir, please forgive me.”

Sergio slipped his hands to Yesenia’s waist and held her in place. Yesenia’s face flushed as she struggled to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.

“Do not go,” Sergio addressed the maid. “I need my room cleaned now.”

“Sergio!” Yesenia moaned. “What are you doing?”

“Sir, I cannot,” the maid answered while hiding her face behind the linens. “I must leave and come back when your guest is gone.”

“What is your name?” Sergio asked.

“Maribel,” she answered.

“Maribel, I insist. Do you see that table next to the door?” Sergio pointed toward a small lamp table near the entrance.

“Yes,” the maid answered, peeking from behind the linens.

“There are two hundred-dollar bills on that table. They are yours if the room is done in the next twenty minutes.”

“Let her go, papi,” Yesenia cooed. “She can clean the room when I’m gone.”

“Senor, I must go. It is hotel rule.”

“Three hundred dollars.”

“I cannot. I lose my job.”

“Four hundred.”

“Sir, please, I will do next room and return to finish.”

“Sergio, can’t you see that you’re embarrassing her?”

“Five hundred.”

“I– ”

“Five hundred dollars if you finish my room in the next twenty minutes. Otherwise, I will report my dissatisfaction to the management.”

The maid paused and looked at Sergio.

“Just clean your room?”

“That’s all. Just do your job.”

“Nothing else?”

“Not a thing.”

“And you no report me to the manager?”

“I promise. Now stop wasting time. You have three seconds to decide.”

The maid stepped toward the door, and then stopped again.

“One…”

“I do it.”

“Thank you.”

The maid left the room with the bundle of dirty linens, and returned a second later with a vacuum sweeper. She plugged the cord into the wall nearest the door, switched it on, and started sweeping. She tried to avoid looking at Sergio and Yesenia, but Sergio caught her peeking and grinned. The maid ducked her head and focused her gaze on the floor.

Sergio grasped Yesenia’s hips and lifted her ass off his crotch. He held her with just the tip of his cock embedded in her asshole, then lowered her onto his thighs. He repeated this process three more times, then pinched Yesenia’s nipples between his fingers.

“Mmmmmmm! Yes!” she moaned. “Mmmmmmmm!”

The maid worked a path that took her along the perimeter of the room. Starting in the farthest corner, she swept along the outer edge of the room, behind the sofa, and then along the wall to the right. She stopped twice to plug the cord into a different outlet, but continued sweeping at a furious pace. Her furtive glances at Sergio and Yesenia were becoming longer and more frequent.

The vacuum sweeper drowned out the music as well as Yesenia’s cries of pleasure, but the maid could not help stealing glances at the couple engaged in perverse acts mere feet away from where she worked. Yesenia opened her eyes and saw the maid staring while she bounced her ass up and down on Sergio’s cock. She felt a fresh wave of shame as she realized that she was given a choice, and yet she accepted the violation of her ass and the public humiliation that accompanied it. At that moment, she wouldn’t consider making any other choice.

Yesenia looked up and saw the maid standing just a few feet from her. She ducked her head and moaned as her first orgasm raced from her crotch and exploded in her brain. The maid was pushing the vacuum sweeper back and forth across the floor in the same rhythm as Yesenia’s ass rising up and down on Sergio’s cock. Yesenia felt her face flush once again, and then noticed that the maid’s face was also flushed. No longer looking away, the maid’s look displayed a mixture of fascination, disgust, and a hint of longing.

Sergio continued guiding Yesenia up and down on his cock. He no longer needed to hold onto her hips and lift her–she was producing the movement on her own accord. His face was starting to perspire as he fought to withhold his orgasm. The friction of Yesenia’s tight asshole on his throbbing cock was becoming more than he could resist. Sergio buried his face in the back of Yesenia’s neck and bit into her flesh, hoping to distract himself with a new sensation.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes!” Yesenia moaned. “Mmmmm. Fuck me. Fuck my ass with that big cock.”

The maid switched off the vacuum, wound up the cord, and wheeled it out of the room. She returned a minute later with an armful of cleaning supplies.

“Maribel,” Sergio called.

“Yes, Senor?” the maid answered.

“Come here please.”

The maid set her supplies in the bathroom and then approached Sergio. She stopped ten feet from the sofa. Yesenia bowed her head but continued rising up and down on Sergio’s cock.

“Is something wrong, Senor? I no finished yet.”

“No, Maribel, there is nothing wrong. Do you see that tube of lotion on the table?” Sergio pointed at the coffee table situated between the Maribel and the sofa.

“Yes.”

“Hand that to me, please.”

The maid walked around the table, picked up the tube, and handed it to Sergio. Sergio grabbed her hand as she pulled it away.

“Senor?” the maid asked in a trembling voice.

Sergio turned her wrist so that her palm was facing upward. He squeezed a few ounces of lotion into her hand, and then released her.

“I need more lotion.”

“Senor?”

“Right here.”

Sergio lifted Yesenia off his lap, exposing his entire crotch to the maid. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it toward his cock. She offered tepid resistance for a second, but then relented and allowed Sergio to guide her hand to his rigid shaft. She closed her hand around his rod, then slid her palm up and down until his cock was coated in the thick fluid.

“Thank you,” Sergio whispered. “You can go now, unless you would rather stay.”

Maribel didn’t say anything. She took a step toward the door, then knelt on the floor next to the table as Yesenia slid down Sergio’s shaft. Maribel was transfixed by the sight of Sergio’s thick cock and Yesenia’s moist, fragrant pussy. Sergio reached for Yesenia’s nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. He strummed a tune with both hands, sending another surge of electricity across her skin.

“Ohhhhh! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me!”

Sergio curled his arms under Yesenia’s thighs and then stood up with his cock still buried in her butt. He held her in both arms and thrust in and out of her ass. His newly slickened cock glided in and out of her tightest orifice with little friction. She squeezed his shaft as it thrust in and out, ripping one orgasm after another from her depths.

“Mmmmm! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh! God! Yes! Yes! I’m…cumming!”

Segio felt his own orgasm rising within his body. His balls tightened and his thighs contracted. He held Yesenia in his arms, her body curled into a ball while is cock penetrated her asshole over and over. He forgot about the maid, forgot where he was, forgot that it was still morning and he was on the top floor of a luxury hotel. All he knew was that his body was on fire and he was about to erupt in the biggest orgasm of his entire life.

Sergio’s balls contracted, and a load of semen shot up his shaft. Fireworks exploded in his brain as the cum splattered inside Yesenia’s bowels. He pumped jets of fluid up her ass–two, three, four, five times before he started to slow. Cum ran out of her asshole and splattered on the carpet.

Maribel stared–open mouthed–stunned by the power and the raw beauty of what she had just witnessed. The fact that she earned five hundred dollars as a result of doing nothing more than watching two guests engage in primal sex was more than her mind could process. She remained seated on the floor, too stunned to move.

* * * *

The following morning Sergio opened the door and found Yesenia sobbing. Her face was streaked with mascara and tears, her upper lip was bruised and puffy, the left side of her face was red and swollen, and there was a dark bruise around her left eye. Yesenia collapsed into Sergio’s arms as he drew her into the room.

“What happened to you?”

Sergio led Yesenia to the sofa.

“Russell–that bastard hit me.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter why?” Yesenia glared.

“No, of course not. What I meant…he left you all alone three days ago. He didn’t care what you had to do to drive your car. What made him angry this morning?”

“I told him about yesterday, and the day before.”

“That I fucked you in the ass?”

“Yes–but that wasn’t why he got mad. He actually thought that part was funny. He asked me how I could still walk. I guess he saw pictures of your dick from the other day in the park.”

“Then what was it?”

“I told him that I liked it–that I’ve never cum as hard as I did with you. No man has ever turned me on like you do. I never felt more alive than when I was on my hands and knees and your dick was sliding in and out of my tight ass.”

Sergio’s eyes widened as he straightened in his seat.

“That’s when he called me a ‘trifling whore’ and hit me.”

Sergio’s jaw dropped.

“What did you do?”

“I got up off the floor and I told him that I couldn’t wait for you to fuck my pussy and make it yours, also. If you fuck my pussy half as good as you fucked my ass, I’ll probably never stop cumming. I told him that I’m going to shoot a video so he can see how a real man takes care of a woman.”

“Then what?”

“He hit me again–on the jaw.”

Sergio paused to look at her swollen jaw. He lifted a hand to touch it, then thought better and pulled it back.

“Did you call the police?”

“No. I didn’t want him to go back to jail.”

“Why not?”

Yesenia ducked her head.

“He would just get out in twenty-four hours and be even more pissed at me.”

“Is that when you left?”

“No.” Yesenia lifted her head and looked into Sergio’s eyes. “I got up off the floor and told him if he was a real man he would get a job and get my car back, instead of spending all day at the park hustling while his woman was working all day to put food on the table, and sucking dick so she could drive her own car that he gambled away. Then he hit me again.”

“He hit you three times?”

“Yes.”

“In the face?”

“Does this look like make-up?”

“Of course not. I’m sorry. How did you get away?”

“I spit in his face and ran for the door. I got out before he could catch me. I pulled the door shut just as he was reaching for it. I smashed his hand in the door jamb. Motherfucker won’t be hitting me any more today–at least not with his right hand.”

“Are you OK?”

“Do I look OK?”

A fresh tear rolled down Yesenia’s cheek. Sergio reached for a box of tissues and handed one to her.

“I’m sorry. I meant, are you hurt badly? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I’m a nurse, remember? I’ll stop by the office after work and have someone check me out.”

“No, no, no. Not today. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“I have to go in–I’m out of sick days. If I don’t show, I won’t get paid for today, and I can’t afford to miss a day’s pay.”

“I’ll cover you. You won’t lose any money. Now call in, and then go lay down on the bed.”

“You don’t have to do anything for me. I can take care of myself.”

“That’s not working out so well for you right now, is it?”

“I’m OK, really.”

“Sure you are. Listen, Yesenia, just take the day off and rest up here. I’ve got some business that requires my attention, so you will have the suite all to yourself. Here’s a room card–order yourself some breakfast or lunch or whatever from the kitchen. Go down to the spa. Get a massage and a facial. Well, maybe not a facial. Try the sauna. Get your hair done. Anything you want. Just charge it to the room–my treat.”

“You don’t have to do all that, Sergio. I’ll be fine.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“But…”

“Yesenia, make the call. I’m going to change my clothes, make a few phone calls, and then I’ll be gone for most of the day. If you’re up to it, we’ll go to dinner when I get back.”

Sergio disappeared into the bedroom. Thirty minutes later, he emerged from the chamber dressed in a suit and tie. Jamal and the three bodyguards met him at the door just as he was leaving. Yesenia was in the bathroom drawing a bath, and did not hear him exit.

Yesenia soaked herself in the bathtub until the once steaming water became tepid. She dried her skin, wrapped herself in a towel, turned on the television, and sprawled across the bed. Sleep came quicker than she expected.

* * * *

It was a few minutes past noon when she awoke. She put on her clothes and thought about going to one of the hotel restaurants for lunch. She looked first at her scrubs and then at her battered face before deciding to order room service, instead.

She ate her lunch on the balcony. It amused her to think that she was eating a lobster salad and summer berries just a few feet from where she was buttfucked a few days earlier. She recalled the image of the tall Spaniard, and then blushed when she realized that her panties were getting a little damp as she looked forward to his return.

Yesenia ordered a movie and tried to watch television, but that soon became boring. She called down to the spa and learned that she didn’t need to make an appointment–the level of Sergio’s room card guaranteed her services at any time. Yesenia grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator.

* * * *

Six hours later, Yesenia returned to Sergio’s suite. Her face was still tender, but the expert cosmetician had done a brilliant job covering her scrapes and bruises. Her hair was colored, cut and styled. Her nails were polished and painted. She didn’t believe that she actually lost any weight as a result of the herbal body wrap, but it felt good and she enjoyed it nonetheless. The highlight of the afternoon, of course, was the hot stone massage–never before had she felt so relaxed. She giggled as she inserted the room card in the slot, recalling the total body wax that was her special surprise for Sergio.

Yesenia stepped through the door and let it close behind her. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw when she entered the room.

“What…how did my stuff get here?” she asked.

“Jamal told me where you lived, and then I sent my men to go visit Russell.”

“Did they kill him?”

“Of course not.”

“Did they hurt him, at least?”

“No. It wasn’t necessary. I promise you, he will not be bothering you again.”

“Is this everything?” Yesenia stared at the eight foot by eight foot pile of milk crates and cardboard boxes that contained her life’s possessions. The enthusiasm she felt upon exiting the elevator was draining from her body.

“You would know better than I. Go through it all later, and if anything is missing I’ll send someone to pick it up. You don’t ever have to go back to that apartment again.”

Sergio smiled, pleased with himself for his exhibition of gallantry.

“I don’t have anywhere else to live.”

“You will stay here, of course. I will be occupying in this suite for two more months. You can stay as long as it pleases you.”

“What if I don’t want to stay here?”

“That’s up to you. Just promise me you won’t ever go back to that apartment you shared with Russell.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

“Of course, of course.” Sergio stroked his chin. “Who is Racquel?”

“Racquel? Do you mean Racquel Perez?”

Sergio pulled a slip of paper out of his shirt pocket, looked down at it, then put it back where he found it.

“Yes, Racquel Perez.”

“Rocky’s a friend of mine on the sixth floor. I watch her kids whenever she has to work a double shift.”

“I guess someone else was watching them this morning. She was in your bed when my men arrived at the apartment. There were no kids in sight.”

Yesenia’s eyes blazed.

“That backstabbing, man-stealing, leg-spreading slut! It sure didn’t take her long to move in and take my place. Just wait until I get my hands on her weave. I’ll wrap those extensions around her neck and choke a bitch.”

“Let it go.”

“What? You don’t know…”

“Yesenia–just let it go. Why would you want to go back there and deal with those people?”

“I have to. I can’t just walk away and let her move in on my man.”

“Is that truly the way you feel? Do you want to fight over Russell?”

“Yes! No! I mean–I don’t know. Not really. But I have to do something. My reputation…”

“It’s over in that neighborhood. You lost all of that when you were on your knees sucking my cock in front of that crowd. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. It would be futile for you to go back there and grovel. The best thing you can do for yourself is start over and never look back.”

“That’s…my home. I have to go back.”

“You can do better. This is your chance. You just have to decide what you want.”

“I know you’re right. I get that. But knowing it and doing it aren’t the same.”

“Look, we can discuss this later. Right now, we need to get dressed so we can go to dinner. We have reservations in an hour and a half.”

“Um…where are my clothes? I hope I have something to wear.”

“Try looking in that box in the corner. I think that’s the one Jamal said was the lightest.”

“This one?”

“Yes. You look beautiful, by the way. Very sexy.”

“Thank you. Not too bad for someone who was beaten like a pinata just over twelve hours ago, right?

“You’re gorgeous, Yesenia.”

* * * *

Sergio and Yesenia returned to the suite just before midnight. Sergio opened the door and turned on the lights. Yesenia stepped through the entrance, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bedroom.

“Tell me, Sr. de la Cruz, if I fuck you now, does that let me off the hook for tomorrow morning, or will I have to fuck you again before I go to work? Technically, it will be tomorrow by the time we finish.”

“What makes you think I’ll be done fucking you when your shift starts?”

“If that’s the case, then you better get started. If I’m late the day after calling in sick, I’ll definitely lose my job.”

Yesenia stepped out of her shoes, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. She turned her back toward Sergio, unhooked her bra, and dropped it onto the pile. Her panties followed a second later. She turned around and presented her naked body to him.

“Mmmmm mmmmm,” Sergio groaned. “You look much better than you did this morning. I love the shaved pussy.”

“Waxed,” Yesenia corrected. “I thought you would appreciate that. Now let’s get into bed, and you can show me why you like it so much.”

Sergio stepped toward her, scooped her in his arms, and carried her toward the bed. Instead of setting her down, however, he turned toward the door and carried her into the sitting area. He reached for a light switch, and then opened a door and stepped onto the balcony.

“What are we doing out here?” Yesenia asked. “I thought we were going to bed.”

“We will, in due time. But first, let’s enjoy the night air for a little while. I’ll get you a drink.”

“It’s cold out here. Take me back inside.”

“We’ll get to that. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Sergio deposited her on a lounge chair, and then went inside. He locked the door behind him, strode across the room toward the bar, and mixed two cocktails. He turned on the balcony light, and then went back outside with the drinks.

“Why did you turn the light on? Someone could see us.”

“Not likely. We’re twenty-four stories up. The only way anyone could see us is if they were in the building across the street and using a telescope or binoculars. Without the light on, they wouldn’t be able to see anything.”

“You want to be seen?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. But I think you rather enjoy it.”

“Oh really, what makes you say that?”

“The way you reacted at the park, for one. And then again, in front of Mr. Walker, and yesterday, in front of the maid. You were very excited. And right now, your nipples could poke my eyes out if I look too closely.”

“That’s because I’m cold. It’s freezing out here. Let’s go inside.”

“In time. First, let’s drink to a life without Mr. Russell.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Sergio tipped his glass toward Yesenia, then swallowed the contents in one long pull. Yesenia did the same, then scrunched her face in disgust.

“What is this?”

“A little specialty of mine–I call it a Sergio Slammer. It’s very famous in Madrid.”

“It should’ve stayed there. That shit is nasty.”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“Am I an acquired taste?”

“Well, I did more or less acquire you from Russell, but I don’t know yet how you taste.”

“Russell didn’t know either. That bitch wouldn’t eat my pussy.”

“Why not? Is there something wrong with it?”

“No! Fuck you! Fuck off! Take yourself out of here and go straight to hell! There ain’t no damn thing wrong with my pussy.”

“Then why wouldn’t he…”

“I don’t know! He’s a stupid bitch, that’s why. Take me home.”

“Yesenia…”

“I said, ‘take me home.’”

“Racquel Perez and that ‘stupid bitch’ Russell are in your former home. This is your home now.”

“This isn’t a home. This is a god damned hotel room.”

“For now, this is the only home you have.”

“Fuck you. Fuck your hotel room.”

“Yesenia, listen.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean anything bad.”

“You shouldn’t have said it. That was an issue between Russell and me for a very long time.”

“What? He thought there was something wrong with your pussy?”

“I don’t know what he thought, but that mother fucking bitch wouldn’t lick it. No matter how much I begged, that bitch would never go down on me. But he expected me to suck his big black horse dick every damn day. Mother fucker!”

“I’ll lick you.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Sergio stood up, took off his jacket, and draped it over a chair. He adjusted the chaise to full recline, laid back, and pulled her toward him. Yesenia straddled his face and lowered her steaming pussy to his mouth.

Sergio extended his tongue and licked her tender slit from front to back. She was already damp when he started, and after only a few seconds the moisture became a swamp. Yesenia rubbed her soft mound all over Sergio’s face, riding his lips, tongue, chin, and even his nose. Every protuberance was another slippery surface that she used to tickle her clit. Sergio’s firm hands on her waist were a reassuring presence as his mouth probed and prodded her along a steadily accelerating wave of orgasms.

After Yesenia’s third orgasm of increasing intensity, Sergio held her in place with his huge hands while his tongue sought out her fleshy nub. When he found the engorged seed peeking from its hood, he focused his efforts on flicking his tongue across it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Yesenia moaned. “That’s the spot. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Sergio redoubled his efforts. His strong arms held her firmly in place while his tongue whipped back and forth with more and more intensity. Yesenia tried to rock her hips, but Sergio was too strong; he held her motionless. She grabbed two fistfuls of black hair and pulled, attempting to somehow increase the friction on her clit.

“Don’t stop!” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

Yesenia felt the wave growing. It was different than when Sergio’s cock was shredding her asshole, but no less intense. Her skin was covered with goose bumps, but her face felt hot and her crotch felt even hotter. Another orgasm was approaching–this one would dwarf the other three that had already wracked her body.

The wave rose and then crashed upon her with the force of a tsunami.

“Mmmmm! Oh! Yes, papi! Mmmmmm!”

The tingling sensation that started at her clit traveled to her toes, to each of her fingertips, and to her brain. She felt hot and liquid, as though her body were going to melt onto the floor.

“Enough! Let me up. That’s…enough. Stop. I can’t take any more. Let me up. Let me up.”

Sergio released his grip on her waist. Yesenia stood on unsteady legs, stepped back a pace, and then collapsed on Sergio’s chest.

“That was…incredible. No one has ever made me cum like that before.”

“No one has ever licked you to orgasm?”

“Never. No one. Russell wouldn’t eat my pussy, and the guys before him–well I guess they just didn’t know what they were doing. Wow. So that’s what I’ve been missing. Wow. Damn.”

Yesenia laid on Sergio’s chest, reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm. She noticed her ragged breath punctuating the silence twenty-four stories above the late-night stragglers on the street below. She imagined steam coming off her body in the cool night air. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. In the past four days, she realized, she had experienced four of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt in her life. Three times she was outside, and at least two of those instances were in front of other people–one an entire crowd of people.

For a moment she wondered what was happening to her, and then realized she didn’t care.

“I’m ready now, but it’s your dick I want this time, not your tongue. Fuck me, papi, fuck my pussy.”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I’m not going to fuck you. You are going to fuck me this time.”

“What? You think I don’t know how to ride a dick? Not a problem. Let’s go.”

Yesenia reached behind her back and felt Sergio’s crotch. His dick was already hard and at full attention. She turned around, unfastened his belt, opened his pants, and pulled out his thick shaft. She gave it a few admiring strokes, and then leaned her face forward and swallowed the head. She bobbed up and down for several seconds, and then turned and squatted over his groin. Yesenia reached for his manhood, lowered her crotch until the cock head was poised at the entrance to her vagina, and slowly lowered her torso. Inch by glorious inch, she felt the hard rod filling her hungry cunt.

When Sergio was halfway inside her, Yesenia paused.

“Am I wet enough for you?” she asked.

“Am I hard enough for you?” Sergio responded.

“Only one way to find out.”

Yesenia slammed her body downward, impaling herself on Sergio’s spear. She immediately raised her crotch and then lowered it again. She settled into a steady rhythm, sliding her pussy up and down Sergio’s meaty cock, rising halfway up the shaft before taking it all the way to his balls on the downstroke.

She felt the familiar flush of heat spread from her groin to her face as her first orgasm approached. She rode that one out, then felt another flush approaching even before the first had dissipated. Her body moved faster and faster as she rode Sergio to a second, and then a third orgasm. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration despite the chilly evening air. Sergio grunted and groaned beneath her, content to let her ride his beautiful cock as she pleased.

Yesenia paused for a second to catch her breath. In that brief moment of lucidity, she decided to change things up. She rocked backward, put her hands on Sergio’s chest, and shifted her weight to the balls of her feet. She squatted on Sergio’s cock, which was still buried inside her.

That position caused her pussy to contract, thereby tightening its grip on Sergio’s cock. An involuntary moan escaped his throat. The dulling effect of the alcohol he had consumed just prior to their coupling was about to be put to a severe test.

Yesenia flexed her legs, sliding her swampy pussy up Sergio’s shaft. She immediately felt a burning in her thighs that caused a drop of water to form in the corner of her eye. ‘Froggy style,’ she realized, had its drawbacks as well as its benefits.

She continued rising until she felt the tip of Sergio’s cock poised once again at the entrance to her pussy. She slid down again, careful not to let it slip out. The feeling as her wet, constricted pussy slid down the thick, hard shaft sent another wave of heat from her crotch to her brain. After two more strokes, she could no longer maintain the deliberate, tortured pace. She squatted and rose with abandon, propelling herself to two more orgasms in the space of a few minutes.

The burning in Yesenia’s thighs became intolerable, so she lowered her knees to the chaise, laid her body on Sergio’s chest, and rested for a second. Sergio was in no mood for a break, however; he thrust his hips upward and began pumping her from below. Despite its girth, his cock slid in and out of her pussy easily. Yesenia lifted her head from his chest and gazed at his contorted face. His eyes were closed and his facial muscles twitched in the same rhythm as his thrusting hips pummeled her from below.

Overcome with emotion, Yesenia lunged forward and pressed her lips against Sergio’s mouth. The contact sent another wave of heat from her pussy to the tips of her fingers and toes. Sergio wrapped his arms around her, pressed his lips against hers, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Yesenia tasted his tongue and another flavor, as well. A second later she realized it was her own pussy that she was sampling on Sergio’s lips. For an instant she found that idea revolting, but in the heat of the moment she pushed that thought aside and thrust her own tongue past Sergio’s lips. A fresh wave of heat tingled across her skin.

After a minute or two Yesenia lifted her head to catch her breath. Sergio lifted his head, rooted around on her chest, and eventually found a nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and applied pressure with his teeth.

“Ungh!” Yesenia cried as a wave of heat cascaded across her body. “That’s–harder!”

Sergio applied more pressure, sucking the nipple as hard as he could while closing his teeth around the rigid nub.

“Oh gawwd! Yes! Just like that!”

Yesenia was no longer riding his cock. She was too distracted to do anything but careen from one wave to the next. The pressure on her nipple combined with Sergio thrusting in and out of her pussy was more than she could handle. A wave of heat flashed across her body. Sergio’s cock was thrusting in and out of her with increasing speed. The burning in her left nipple was becoming a dull ache, but it was an ache that she couldn’t forego. The pain sparked a wave of heat that seared her skin, scorching every fiber of her being.

“Harder! Harder, dammit! Harder! Oh, damn!”

Yesenia was seconds away from her biggest orgasm yet. It was assaulting her from every direction, as well as from inside and outside of her body. She no longer knew where her flesh ended and Sergio’s began. All she knew was a conflagration was consuming her, and she never wanted it to end.

‘Unghhhhhh! Yessssssssss!”

Sergio felt his balls tighten. He would have preferred to hold out, delay his orgasm, and prolong the fucking for another half hour. It was already too late, he knew. There was no turning back–no stopping the impending climax. He was about to cum and there was nothing anyone could do to slow it.

A surge of electricity sizzled across his temples as his cock contracted. A moment later the first shot of cum jetted up his shaft and exploded inside her. His vision went black as additional explosions simultaneously went off in his crotch and in his brain. He relaxed as the third and fourth spurts escaped his twitching cock, but another, smaller wave went off as the last few spurts trickled out.

Sergio relaxed, let the nipple slip from his mouth, and reclined against the chaise. He became aware of Yesenia’s naked form laying on top of his; they were both panting, and their pounding hearts rumbled like a stereophonic thunderstorm. Neither of them spoke, or even tried to move.

Fifteen minutes later, Yesenia was the first to stir. She buried her face in Sergio’s shirt so that he could not see her weep. Sergio felt her trembling body, and felt her warm tears dampening his shirt.

“Why are you crying?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she sobbed. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“No one has ever made love to me like that before.”

“This wasn’t your first time.”

“No. Hell no. I’ve fucked a lot of guys. What I mean is–I’m not a whore, but I’m no virgin, either. But no one has ever made me feel like that before. No one has ever understood what I needed the way you do.”

“You’ve never cum before?”

“Oh, I’ve cum before–but not like that. I didn’t know what I was missing. Now I do. And now that I’ve found it, I have to live with the fact that you’re leaving in two months.”

“You will find more men. A beautiful woman like you won’t have too much problems. You can show them how I make you cum.”

“God, you can be an ass.”

Yesenia sprang up and stormed toward the door. She pulled it open, stepped through, and slammed it shut. Sergio trailed ten steps behind her. Yesenia reached the bedroom and slammed that door, also.

Sergio reached the bedroom and opened the door. He found Yesenia on the bed, curled up in the fetal position. Her head was buried beneath a pillow as she sobbed in the darkness.

“Yesenia … what did I do?”

“Are you really that dense?”

“Yes–no–I mean…what is wrong with you?”

“For someone who is so sophisticated and so adept at seducing women, and seems to know how a woman likes a man to treat her, you don’t know shit about a woman’s feelings.”

“Yesenia, I’m sorry. Just tell me what I did.”

“Do you think I want other men to make love to me? Do you think I want any other men at all?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Do you think I can get turned on like that for anyone? Do you think it’s your dick that makes me feel that way?”

“You are a sexy woman. You must have many men that want to be with you.”

“Why do you think I want other men? My god, you’re even stupider than I thought.”

“Yesenia, stop playing guessing games with me. Just tell me what you want.”

“Why do I have to say it? How can you not know? Isn’t it obvious?”

“Yesenia. Stop. Just tell me what you want from me.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this. Alright Sergio, I’ll say it. And when I’m done, I’ll get dressed and get out of here.”

“I told you already, you can stay here.”

“Shut up, Sergio. Just shut up. Alright. Sergio, I love you. There…I said it. I love you. Now let me get dressed and get out of here before you laugh in my face.”

“Hold on. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Is that your response? Am I your prisoner now?”

“Let me finish. Yesenia, you aren’t going anywhere. You’re staying here. I…”

“Why, so you can laugh at me and fuck me in front of your friends? ‘Hey, come and watch me fuck the silly little Dominican girl.’ Is that what you want?”

“Please stop interrupting. I cannot allow the woman I love to walk the streets without any place to go.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. I don’t believe you. Don’t tell me you love me just so I’ll stop crying.”

“I mean it, Yesenia. I love you.”

“Oh really. Is that why you took my car, and then you’re going to leave me here all alone with a pile of boxes, nowhere to live, and no means of transportation?”

“I wasn’t going to do that.”

“You’ve done it all week.”

“I have another idea.”

“Oh, tell me. Please. I can’t wait to hear this one.”

“Before I return to Spain, I am going to sell your Cadillac, pay off the note, and give you the money. I am going to transfer my car to you. I can’t take it back to Spain, you know.”

Yesenia’s eyes widened.

“Do you mean the white Mercedes we took to dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Really? I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. You can have the Mercedes when I leave, and you can use the cash from the Cadillac to find somewhere to live.”

Yesenia turned her back toward him.

“I don’t want your fucking car.”

“What do you want, Yesenia? I’m leaving in two months. I want to do something to help you out before I go.”

“What if I don’t want you to leave?”

“I don’t have a choice. My contract requires me to be in Madrid in two months.”

“What if I want to go with you?”

“Then you will make me the happiest man in New York. You will need to get a passport and apply for a visa. You will have just enough time if you start the process tomorrow.”

“Fuck you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Fuck. You. Do I have to spell I it out for you?”

“Yesenia, I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand? I don’t understand why you’re playing this game with me. If it would make you so happy, why in the hell didn’t you just ask me to go with you, instead of planning to pay me off like I’m some kind of whore?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Yesenia, I didn’t plan to fall in love with you, but it just happened. It’s not possible for me to stay, so I want to do whatever I can to make you happy before I go. I didn’t think you would drop everything and go with me to Spain, so I didn’t ask.”

“Of course, I have no home, no car, and an almost-making-ends-meet job. How could I possibly leave all this behind?”

“What about your family?”

“Have you heard me even mention any family? And even if I did, what makes you think that my mama wouldn’t be happy for me?”

“I don’t know. I just assumed they would want you close by.”

“Maybe we’re not that kind of family.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

“Or maybe you already have my replacement waiting for you in Madrid?”

“Finding a woman to warm my bed is never a problem. Finding one to share my life is a different matter altogether.”

“Are you asking me to go with you?”

“Yes, I guess you could say that.”

“You don’t sound too convincing. I think you just want me to keep you company for two more months.”

“Yesenia, I love you, and I want you to return home with me.”

“I’ll give it some thought.”

Sergio’s face twisted in confusion.

“Are you thinking that you would rather have my automobile?”

“Fuck you! I don’t need your damn car. Asshole.”

“I’m confused. Do you want to come with me or do you want the Mercedes?”

“Oh, I get a choice now? Let me ask you something, Sr. de la Cruz. When were you planning to ask me? Did you think you could just pack me up in your luggage on a moment’s notice and I’m expected to just drop everything and fly off to Spain with you? Is that it? Is it? Is that what you were thinking? Why don’t you just make all my decisions for me? You know what? I don’t have to fly off to mother fucking Europe for that. I’ve got that right here. God damned Russell thought he could make all my decisions for me, and we can both see how that worked out. Is that what you want? Are you just another Russell?”

“Yesenia…”

“Go on.”

“I am truly sorry that I have not completely thought through all of the particulars. This has all happened rather quickly, you know. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you. It just happened. I didn’t even realize it until this morning. When I first saw you in the park, I was fascinated by your beauty. I started to recognize that you were a special woman when we fucked on the balcony, and after yesterday in front of the maid I couldn’t stop thinking about you. But it wasn’t until I this morning that I understood the depths of my feelings. When I saw you battered and vulnerable, but still fighting–that’s when I felt my heart ache for you.

“Since I have fallen in love with you, I have had to revise some of my plans. I don’t know all of the details, yet, but I do know three things. Number one, I love you. Number two, I must leave in sixty days. Number three, I want you to come with me. The next step is up to you. If you are going to come with me, then there are things that you must do before you can leave.”

“Do you really want me to join you?”

“Yes, I do.”

Yesenia wiped her eyes.

“Alright. I’ve made my decision.”

“And?”

“I have to be to work in five hours, and I think I want you to make love to me one more time before I go in. After we’re finished, I’ll tell you. Are you up to it?”

“I think the better question is whether you will be up to working after I am through with you.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“Indeed.”

- 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 -

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 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…)

Last night before going to sleep, I fantasized a story. This morning, while I was infusing, retaining, and finally evacuating a delightfully warm, two liter enema, I worked the story out in my mind. With the exception of the fact that there was a Social Worker’s Conference in Madison, Wisconsin in 1983, it’s all fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

Pam graduated the University of Wisconsin Madison in 1981 with a Masters in Social Work and took a position with Milwaukee County. In 1983, The State organized a conference at UW Madison in late August after Summer session had finished. The organizers did very well in setting up a complicated five-day program for several hundred attendees. They reserved one large dormitory for double occupancy and contracted cafeteria personnel to serve three meals a day. Campus medical facilities and all other essentials were kept open, as well.

In an effort to encourage people to make new contacts in the field, the organizers set up the room mates; no one got to choose. In fact, the committee took care to put same sex people of different ages and backgrounds together. (more…)

On my trail of enema devotees I unexpectedly came across a small advert in the personal column of a weekly magazine to the effect that the advertiser was willing to ‘give enemas to ladies in their own homes’. As I was keen to get in touch with devotees of the enema I thought an approach to the advertiser might be fruitful.

I was uncertain whether to pretend that I was a woman or whether to write to the advertiser frankly and tell him I would value his co-operation. In the end I decided on the latter course. I told the advertiser (it was not clear from the advert whether it was a man or a woman) of my interest in the enema and anything he could tell me about the replies (if any!) he had had from his/her announcement would be most welcome and would be treated with confidence.

I wrote to the box number given in the magazine and when I had heard nothing for about a fortnight I began to assume that the advertiser was unwilling to help me.

Then, unexpectedly, I got a telephone call from the advertiser. It was a man’s voice and he said he wanted to thank me for my letter and that he would like to meet me. It was arranged that we should meet for dinner at a West End restaurant the following day. (more…)

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