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I had come home to find you dressed in your sexy nurse costume, showing off your amazing 34D’s with a skirt barely below your firm ass. You are in full role playing mode as “Nurse Betty” and you tell me that you understand that I have an appointment to work on a major issue that I am experiencing. Immediately I know what you are referring to, as after 6 years of being together and 4 years of marriage you know what it is that bothers me most about my sexual performance, but to keep the fantasy alive I play along and I tell you how I can’t recover as fast as I or my wife would like.
You nod and take notes on your clipboard; you ask questions about what I generally liked to use to get myself excited. After a few minutes of discussion you said that you had an idea that might be able to help me, but you warn that it is a little unorthodox and that many would consider it an “alternative” solution. I answer back that I am looking for something alternative as all of the doctors I have spoken to at this point have not had any solution for me and that I was looking for something different, really I was wanting to do anything that would enable me to better fulfill my wife.
After a few minutes of convincing you, you are finally satisfied and stand up from your stool sitting in front of me, showing off your long legs. After noticeably catching me staring and working my way up your legs you cough getting my attention and snapping me out of my haze. After condemning me for my staring at your legs you reiterate that this is an alternative treatment. Slowly you pull the pen out of your hair and slowly let your hair down, shaking it out of its bun like you are a model. Once your hair has been let down you remove your dark sexy glasses and ask me to stand up next to you.
Slowly I do, not sure if this is the right thing to do; after all I am a married man and I truly love my wife and don’t want to change anything about my life other than to have move sex more often. Sensing my nervousness you again assure me that this is a purely medical engagement and that there is nothing that I need to worry about. Gently you stroke my face to help soothe my nerves, it is slowly working and I find myself getting a little weak in my knees what with having such a sexy woman standing in front of me stroking my face. Finally, you lean in and press your soft red lips to mine, giving me a soft calming kiss.
You back off and ask “is everything is all right? Are you feeling all right with the treatment up to now?” I respond saying “that I am not totally comfortable, but since this is a purely medical experiment I don’t see the problem with continuing.” This causes you to smile and you proceed to kiss me again, this time harder and with more passion, slipping your tongue into my mouth, which I accept. I return the favor and bring my hand up to the back of your head.
After kissing for what seemed like forever, but couldn’t have been more than a minute you break the kiss and back up. Then you instruct me to remove my pants and sit down on the “exam table” as you want to proceed with the first leg of the treatment. I respond asking “wasn’t that the first part of the treatment?”
“No, that was just to make sure that you were comfortable” you respond, “this treatment may be entirely medical, but it is extremely personal and I wanted to make sure that you were going to be able to handle it.”
Again, I assure you that I will be able to handle it, and I take off my pants and boxers, freeing my already hard 6″ cock. Embarrassed I say “I’m sorry, sometimes he just can’t help himself.”
“That’s fine” you respond, “it’s purely natural, besides it is needed for the treatment to be effective so this just save time, now please sit on the exam table.”
I do as you respond and have a seat on the cold exam table, with that you proceed to open your blouse even further than it was to begin with and reveal a very tight and sexy red bra, barely holding in your bursting breasts. Then you reach down and grab my hard cock with your right hand, while proceeding to begin kissing me again. Slowly your right hand rubs my thick cock as you start kissing your way down to my neck. You let go of my cock only for a second to remove my shirt, when you get my shirt off you resume working on my cock and begin kissing your way down my chest.
Finally, I speak up, saying “listen, Nurse Betty, I understand that this is a medical treatment and all, but this doesn’t seem right, are you sure that this is going to work? I just don’t see how this is going to fix my problems.”
“Well,” you respond while never stopping what you are doing, “in order for me to fully understand and be able to fix your problem I need to see it in action to verify that my treatment will work.”
“I see, well I guess that is acceptable, so, what is the first leg of my treatment?”
“You just sit back and relax and I will show you.”
“Ok” I say as I lean back a little on the table and try to relax. Slowly you finish your way down my chest and your mouth is just inches from my cock head. Then suddenly you flick your tongue on the tip of my cock, sending shivers down my spine, I almost cum at that instant. The pre-cum is slowly flowing out as you lick up and down my shaft, paying special attention to my balls, which you take into your mouth once at a time.
Finally, as you sense that I am ready for that next step, you decide you have done enough teasing and proceed to take my entire cock into your mouth. It won’t be long right now, and you can tell, you move your tongue around while deep throating me. Picking up the pace your face is fucking my cock and I can’t take anymore, “I’m cumming” I scream to give you ample warning. This only adds to your resolve as you suck harder and harder craving my cum. Finally, I shoot my load into your mouth, at least 5 heavy spurts; you catch all of it in your mouth before moving off my cock.
I am panting heavily telling you how amazing that was, but you don’t say anything, instead your bring your mouth up to mine and press your tongue deep into my throat. You still have some of my cum on your tongue as you didn’t swallow it all, I have never tasted myself before, but this was so erotic that I just couldn’t get enough.
Finally, after 2-3 minutes of passionate kissing you pull back and ask me “so, now that the first leg of our treatment has been completed how do you feel?”
“Wow that was just amazing, you are amazing!”
“Well, I am glad to hear that”, she responded “so, tell me are you ready for more.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think that I’ll be able to do much more at this point, which is exactly my problem.” I said, dejectedly almost at tears both from the great orgasm I just experienced along with the realization that I am not able to fully please someone as sexy as Nurse Betty.
“Not to worry”, reassuring me ‘this is a pretty common problem and I have a lot of experience with helping men such as yourself resolve similar issues.”
“Well, that is great news; I will do anything to be able to get going again and be better in bed.”
“That’s great to hear”, you say. Turning back into a medical mode you continue “well, it looks like right now that you simply aren’t excited is that true?”
“Well, to be honest, once I get off I do have some troubles getting excited, maybe that is my overall issue.”
“I see, well, here is what I am going to do. I want you to get up off the exam table and take off my blouse; I have already helped you a little by unbuttoning several of the buttons at the top.” I then proceed to do as I am requested. “Great”, you say “now, remove my bra.” After, I do this you continue, “Now, take off my skirt.” When I do this, it reveals the sexiest red thong that I have ever seen; I can’t help but thing just how lucky I am.
“All right, now I am going to sit up on the exam table, I want you to remove my thong using your teeth.” I give you a sly smile and get to work. I decide that the best approach was to work one side of the thin strap holding up your thong at a time. You put your legs up in the air to help me and slowly I move your sexy red panties up your legs a few inches on each side at a time.
Once I get your panties past your hips and towards your thighs you went dripping cunt comes into view. What a site to behold, you are shaved except for a little racing stripe above your engorged clit. Finally, once I feel that I have the panties down enough I take the middle part of them into my mouth, tasting your juices from your wet pussy and pull them the rest of the way off.
“Great work, “you say after I am done “now, are you ready for some more action?”
“As sexy as this has been, I just am not ready yet.” I respond, “I told you that it really is a major problem for me, I want to be able to do more with you right now Nurse Betty, but I just can’t get my cock to comply.”
“Hmm, I see that you are going to be a tougher case than I was expecting.” You pause for a minute thinking, adding “I have an idea, but isn’t going to be easy and will require some work on your part.”
I don’t hesitate in responding “I’ll do whatever I need to do, please anything!” I am practically begging you at this point.
“All right, what I want you to do is eat me out.”
“Anything you say.” I try to contain my excitement as while I am not ready for more action on my part at this point, once I smelled and saw your delectable pussy I just wanted to eat it. I dive in and lick you all over your thighs and all around your pussy lips. Finally, as you are squirming, desperate for me to lick your cunt, I flick my tongue over your large clit. This sends you into convulsions and I continue to lick and suck on your clit as your hips buck against my face. Finally, I stick my tongue deep into your cunt, sending shivers up your body. Meanwhile, I am tickling your clit with my right hand, rubbing the nub between my finger and thumb.
“Oh yes, I am cumming, don’t stop” you scream as I continue my assault on your pussy and clit. Finally, I feel your body freeze and within an instant my face is covered with your cum, I continue to attack your pussy with my tongue causing your to continue to cum against my face. After a few minutes and two more orgasms you tell me to stop and I move my face up to yours, locking our lips into a passionate embrace as our tongues wrestle inside our mouths.
I break the embrace after a few minutes and say “Thank you Nurse Betty.”
“Thank me? I should be thanking you!” You then ask “why are you thanking me anyhow?” In response I grab your right hand and move it down to my now hard again cock. You smile and ask, “So, does this mean you are able to go again?”
“Yes, I believe it does.”
“Good, but in order to make sure that my treatment has worked I need to actually see you through the end, after all that is the last part of the treatment.”
“I see,” I respond, “what does the last part of the treatment entail?”
“Well why don’t you lie down on this examination table and I can show you.”
As you get up, I take your place on the exam table. You then climb back onto the exam table, this time standing above me, with each of your feet to the outside of one of my hips. I stare up at your gorgeous body thanking God for the view as you slowly crouch down until your knees are almost fully bent and your hot dripping pussy is only an inch or two from the head of my hard cock. Just before finishing your decent you ask “Are you sure you are ready for the final phase of the treatment?”
“Oh yes, I can’t wait.” I was practically begging you as you slowly impale yourself on my cock. Slowly you kneel down, inch by inch, until you reach the base. Your pussy is so warm and wet wrapped as it engulfs my cock.
You rest at the base for a few seconds, adjusting to having my cock in you. Finally, you begin to move your hips up and down, slowly at first, but with increasing speed stroking my cock with your wet pussy. I reach up to touch your magnificent breasts and your nipples are hard as erasers as I give them a little pinch to send you jumping. Finally you lean down and place each breast in my mouth, allowing me to nibble on them, which is just making you scream harder! Meanwhile I am grabbing your ass and tickling your rear entry, which you seem to like as moments later you are screaming in orgasm from the multiple sensations throughout your body.
As you come down from your orgasm, you decide to change positions; you turn around and move into a reverse cowgirl. “My Nurse Betty, you sure know how to please a man don’t you.”
“Well,” you respond, “it is my job.”
Not only did you happen to find my favorite position, but you start playing with my balls and before long I am about ready to cum. I tell you and ask you where you want it. You respond, “Shoot that hot white cum into my pussy baby.” This dirty talk sends me over the edge and I fill your pussy with stream after stream of hot cum, more than I imagined possible given that I had gotten off just a few minutes ago.
After a few moments you get off me and say “now your treatment is complete and you should be cured.”
“Thank you, “I respond. “Can I come back for more treatments in the future if needed?”
“Of course, I am always eager to help anyone with any medical issues.”
- The End -
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.
When I got a look at the script Sal gave me, I about died. I marched right into his office the next day, seething with righteous indignation.
“What the fuck?” I threw the script on his desk. “I’m not doing this.”
Sal smiled, shark-like. “You’ll do what the fuck I tell you, ya fucking fag.”
“Shut your yap.” Sal stood up. His lumpy bald head almost brushed the ceiling. He glowered at me. “Filming for Bad Medicine started this morning. And you’re late. You get your queer ass over to wardrobe right the fuck now, an’ I better not hear no more complaints from you.”
I started to protest. Sal frowned, puckering his unibrow. I shut up, snatched up my script, and backed out the door.
Salazar Domingo was owner and chief scriptwriter for Domingo Productions. Six-foot eight of massively muscled, butt-ugly brute. He scared the bejesus out of me. Word on the street was he got booted out of the New Jersey mob for being queer. I could believe he’d been some mob boss’s muscle. I’d seen the messy results of a mere actor like me disagreeing with him. That’s the main reason I try not to.
I sulked my way down the hall from Sal’s office to wardrobe, feeling sorry for myself. How the hell did I go from carefree college student to actor in the worst gay porn films ever made?
“Greed, Jimmy,” I muttered to myself. “Greed and curiosity. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
I tried to nip that line of thought in the bud. No use dwelling on it. Of course, whenever you try not to think about something, it automatically hijacks your brain. So I thought about it, for about the fifty-thousandth time. Wallowing in self-pity never actually helped, but it did make me feel better.
My boyfriend was the one who’d told me about the auditions for a gay porno by a new studio that had just opened here in Atlanta. That was nearly a year ago. If I’d known he’d not only get me stuck in this crap outfit, but dump me as well, I’d have kicked his overly swishy ass. At the time, though, I was pretty strapped for cash, and the idea of being in a movie, even a porno, was tempting. I could do one film, earn enough to pay the next semester’s tuition, and forget about it. Domingo Productions obviously wasn’t a big player, so the odds of anyone I knew getting hold of the film were remote.
How we delude ourselves when we’re broke, huh? I should’ve known when I first met Sal that he’d have me by the balls one way or another. I could’ve sworn the contract I signed didn’t say anything about more than one film. But when I refused to do a second, Sal pointed right at the clause that said, plain as day, that I agreed to make a total of twenty films for Domingo Productions. Twenty, I kid you not. I still don’t know how the hell he did it. What a way to learn you should always keep a copy of the contract.
Sal’s demanding schedule eventually forced me right out of school. It pissed me off beyond belief that I had to quit college to star in pornos. Maybe if I had sucked (so to speak) in the first one, Sal wouldn’t have made me do more. Unfortunately, I exhibited a talent for sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass, and looking good while doing it. So Sal not only roped me into more of his mind-bogglingly awful films, but he made me star in them, too.
Damn my exquisite good looks and enormous cock, anyhow. Ha.
Wardrobe was packed with people in various states of undress, smoking and talking while they got their make-up and costumes on. Someone had put Placebo on the CD player, adding to the chaotic atmosphere. I squirmed my way through the press of bodies toward the sour-faced old woman who distributed the costumes.
“Hi, Harriet. You’re looking lovely today.” I gave her a sunny smile.
She grunted. “Whatcha got?”
I looked down at the grubby papers in my hand. “Jack Auf,” I told her. I managed to keep a straight face, too. Go me.
Harriet’s permanent scowl didn’t budge. She handed me a thin hospital gown made of blue cloth. “This is for the exam scene. What you got on’ll do for the other scenes.”
I took the gown. At least I didn’t see any visible come stains, which in this outfit is saying something. “Harriet, you’re a robot, aren’t you? C’mon, you can tell me.”
She raised her eyebrows and grunted twice, the corner of her mouth twitching just a little. For her, that was raucous laughter. I grinned at her and headed over to get my make-up done. At least that wasn’t going to be much, thank God.
I waved at my friend Derek across the room. He waved back and tottered over, swaying precariously in white stiletto heels. His shaved, stocking-clad legs stuck out from under a white nurse’s dress that barely covered his ass. A nurse’s cap perched on top of his head. His shoulder-length hair was dyed bright red and styled into an honest-to-God Jackie O flip. Blobs of spunk clung to his hair and face. I couldn’t help laughing, he looked so ridiculous.
“Ha fuckin’ ha, Jimmy.” He glared at me.
“Sorry.” I put on my best fake serious face. “I’m betting you’re in Bad Medicine too, huh?”
“Yeah. Just got done sucking off the doctor.” Derek snorted. “I swear, these things are getting worse by the day. You read the whole script yet?”
“Yeah. Bigger piece of crap than usual, even.”
“No kidding. So what’s your part?”
His dark eyes glittered with amusement. He already knew—he just wanted me to have to say it. Bastard.
“Jack Auf,” I said between gritted teeth.
Derek howled with laughter. I waited patiently for him to calm down. It took a few minutes.
“You done?” I crossed my arms and scowled at him.
“For now.” He grinned. “Hey, I’m Nurse Cocks, for fuck’s sake. We’ve all got dumb-ass porno flick names, Jimbo. Don’t let it bug you. At least you don’t have to wear a fucking dress.”
He wandered off. I sat and pouted while the girl with all the jewelry in her face did my make-up. When she was finished, I studied myself in the mirror. I looked fucking amazing. Not for the first time, I wondered what the hell she was doing here. She was way too good for this shit-hole outfit. The make-up she’d put on me was subtle, but it turned my plain blue eyes aqua and gave my normally ghostly skin a golden glow. With my hair falling in shiny black spirals around my face and neck, I looked awfully damn pretty. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection, then got up to make room for the next actor in line.
We had about half of the no-sex scenes done by mid-afternoon. It only took an hour to get done with the set-up scene for the first exam. God, it sucked bad. The writing, the set, the costumes, everything. It all sucked big, hairy donkey balls. I mean, come on, who the hell goes to the doctor because they can’t feel their prostate? But this is what Sal The Script Writer expected an audience to swallow. So to speak. It was all I could do to get through the scene without rolling my eyes and/or cracking up.
The only thing that didn’t suck was the guy playing Dr. Dick Johnson. Damn, he was hot. Long, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, great big stormy gray eyes, lips just like Brad Pitt’s. And not even the long white lab coat could hide that ripped body. No beer gut hung over those navy blue dress slacks. And something told me he wouldn’t act like he’d rather be watching the Braves lose the World Series while he was fucking me. I found myself wondering what he’d looked like not so long ago, with Derek’s lips wrapped around his cock.
After the scene wrapped, he came up to me, smiling like a used car salesman, grabbed my hand and pumped it hard. I smiled back, a little overwhelmed by his energy.
“Great scene, man,” he enthused. “Really, really great.”
I gaped at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He laughed. “Well, yeah. Sucked, didn’t it?”
“You know it. Everything but us. We rocked, dude.” I stuck my hand out. “Jim Holderman.”
“Todd Jerome.” He took my hand and we shook. “And if you ever call me Manley, I’ll hurt you.”
We both laughed. The director, George, had introduced us by our screen names. He always did that. It annoyed the crap out of everyone. I’d always thought my screen name was the worst I’d ever heard. Billy Boner, can you believe that? Sal’s idea, of course. He came up with all of them. But Todd’s left mine in the dust. I think it’s a testament to my acting abilities that I did not collapse into hysterical laughter when George introduced ‘Manley Tool’.
“You just start here?” I started pulling off my clothes, to change into the hospital gown. No dressing rooms on set. Classy, huh? “I haven’t seen you around before.”
“This is my first film with Domingo. I did a couple out in California before I moved here.”
“Seriously? Don’t take this wrong, but why aren’t you still out there? That’s where the biggest studios are. I mean, like, real movie studios, not porno ones.”
“Yeah. But I didn’t want to work for those. I like doing pornos. Just couldn’t keep up with the cost of living on what I made, so I moved back here.”
Those smoky eyes watched me as I stood there in my black Wal-Mart underwear. Looked to me like he appreciated the view. I flexed a little before slipping into that uber-sexy hospital gown. “So are you from here originally? You said you moved back here.”
“Yep. Georgia boy, born and raised. You?”
“Sure enough. Lived in Atlanta all my life.”
“Well, I guess that proves my theory that Georgia boys are the hottest.” He gave me a smile that was downright filthy. My cock perked right up. I imagined Harriet naked and it slunk back down again. “Gotta say, Jim, I’m kind of looking forward to the exam scene.”
He moved closer, and my underwear promptly got tighter. I thanked my lucky stars for that stupid gown. Who knew I could still get turned on from just a look? Surprise, surprise.
“Oh. Oh, yeah? Me too.” I was going for cool, but it sounded more like desperate-for-cock.
“Good.” He put a hand on my hip. Oh. Oh, damn. “Can’t wait to play with your ass. I just came all over Derek’s face, so I can work you for a long time before I have to come again.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. My knees went all wobbly. “Um. Oh. Okay.” Smooth, that’s me.
He laughed. I couldn’t blame him. Here I was, a porn actor with seven films under my belt, acting like a high school virgin.
I was immensely relieved to hear George yell for us to get on set. Just because I was about to get my ass probed in front of a room full of people and a couple of cameras didn’t mean I wanted everyone to know how easily Todd could turn me on.
“All right, Billy,” George said. “Get up on the table there. Manley, you’re entering stage right, okay?”
“Got it.” Todd winked at me and headed off to the sidelines while I hopped up on the paper-covered exam table. It looked like a real one. I wondered idly where the hell they’d found it. A stagehand brought me a tube of Astro-Glide, and I lubed up while the crew scrambled into place.
“All right,” George yelled. “You boys know the script. Let’s get this done, I gotta meet my girlfriend for dinner in an hour and a half.” He held up a hand. The room went quiet. Or as quiet as it ever got. “And. Action.”
I put on my Concerned Patient face and clasped my hands together in my lap, knees demurely together and ankles crossed. Todd opened the door in the set wall and came strolling towards me. Goddamn, that man could move. I thought frantically of quadratic equations, and my dick deflated again. Not yet, I told it. Behave. It refused to promise me anything.
“Jack Auf?” Todd said, keeping his serious face on and ignoring the snickering of the crew. “I’m Dr. Johnson.”
He held his hand out. I shook it. “Hi, doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Nurse Cocks said you sounded very worried on the phone.”
He smiled a dazzling smile at me. I smiled back, trying to make it sexy the way the script said rather than the way it felt, which was just goofy.
“Now what seems to be the problem?” Todd sat down on the rolling stool and peered at me in fake professional concern.
“Well, doctor,” I said, “It … it’s a little embarrassing, actually.”
He put a hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. I didn’t think that was in the script. “No need to be embarrassed. I’m a doctor. You can tell me.”
Todd actually made that line sound sexy. Damn.
“Okay.” I leaned forward a little. “I can’t get any pleasure from my prostate. I know it’s supposed to feel really good when it’s stimulated, but I can’t feel a thing.”
Todd nodded. “I see.”
“Is it serious, doctor?”
“I doubt it. But we’ll need to do a thorough exam. Lie back on the table, and let’s have a look.”
I lay down with my hands behind my head. Todd snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled my gown up, and then slid my underwear down over my hips.
“What are you doing now, doctor?” I said.
“If we are to solve your problem, we need to find out what sexually arouses you, and what doesn’t.” He picked up my dick in one gloved hand and gave it a tug, then lightly stroked the head with his thumb. “How does that feel?”
“Good.” Which was true.
He rolled my balls in his fingers. “How about that?”
“Yes, that feels good too.” Boy, did it ever.
“I see.” He pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. “Spread your legs.”
I did. He slipped a finger into my slicked-up asshole and wiggled it around. My cock liked that a lot.
“How about that?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. Good thing that’s what the script said, because I couldn’t help it. “Feels real good.”
“Your hole is way too tight. We need to loosen it up.” He pulled his finger out of my butt and hit the fake intercom button. The cheapo wall nearly fell over. “Nurse Cocks, could you come in here, please? Bring the anal loosening kit.”
I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from cracking up. George gave me a fierce frown. I ignored George, and made a scared-but-turned-on face for the camera.
Derek came swaying through the door, carrying a black plastic doctor’s bag that may as well have had Fisher-Price stamped on the side. He smirked at me when he saw how hard I already was. I glared at him.
“Here’s the kit, doctor.” Derek held up the bag.
“Thank you, nurse. Please help Mr. Auf get in position.”
Derek winked as he bent down over me. “Just slide down toward the end of the table, okay?”
“Okay.” I slid down until my ass almost hung over the edge. My gown rode up to my armpits. Derek slid it up my arms, leaving it wrapped around my wrists.
It’s usually a huge chore for me to get it up for these scenes, but the mental image of myself naked on the table with my arms essentially bound above my head made my crotch ache. Probably because it was Todd about to “examine” me, and Todd flipped every fucking switch I had.
“All right,” Todd said. “Let’s get you spread. Feet in the stirrups.”
I put my feet in the stirrups Todd had unfolded from the end of the table. He and Derek adjusted them to open my legs wide. I looked down my body. My cock had already oozed a little puddle of pre-come into my belly button. Usually getting it up was the problem for me. This time, it looked like holding off orgasm might be the problem. George would kill me if I fucked up the money shot.
“Nurse,” Todd said from his spot between my legs, “put the cock ring on him.”
“Yes, doctor.” Derek pulled a black leather cock ring out of the bag. He slipped it down my shaft, pulled my balls through, and adjusted the fit to the perfect snugness.
I had to swallow a couple of times before I could say the next line. “What’s that for, doctor?”
“To keep you hard until I complete my examination. You can’t come until we find out what activities give you sexual pleasure.”
“I understand. What will you do to me now?”
“I’m going to stretch your asshole,” Todd said, his Doctor Voice dead perfect in spite of the lustful shine in his eyes.
I licked my lips, making the movement slow and sensuous. “Will it hurt?”
“A little.” He held out a hand toward Derek. “Ass spreader, please, nurse.”
Derek took something that looked like a cross between a socket wrench and an apple corer out of the black bag, squirted a big blob of lube on it, and handed it to Todd. I stared at the thing. My cheeks went hot.
Todd’s big, pretty eyes stayed locked on my face as he slowly pushed the curved metal into my ass. It felt weird: cold, and heavy, and bigger than it looked. He did something I couldn’t see. The thing expanded. I let out a little gasp at the sharp, hot stretch.
“Do you like having that spreader up your ass?” Todd did the whatever-it-was again. The thing expanded more, and I moaned loudly. “Does it feel good?”
“Ah, yeah. Open my ass.” Christ, how cheesy is that? I didn’t give a fuck. I probably would’ve said it anyhow.
Todd gave me a big, lustful grin. George didn’t scream bloody murder, so I figured the camera must be on my hole. Probably a tight close-up. Not that I was thinking that clearly. Especially when Todd stuck a couple of fingers in me and gently massaged my prostate. Instinct took over, and I writhed on the table, hips lifting up, trying to find some friction.
“Cut!” George stood up from his chair, red-faced and frowning. “Billy, you’re not supposed to feel it, you moron!”
It actually took me a second to realize he was talking to me. After a year of being Billy Boner, I normally answered to Billy as easily as I did to Jim. Funny how one insanely hot man could make me forget my own fake name.
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Sorry.”
George grunted. “Again! Places! And … action!”
Todd stuck his fingers in my ass again, finding the little gland easily. Bastard. He didn’t have to do that—he just liked watching me squirm. This time I managed to keep my reactions in check.
“Do you feel that?” Todd asked, serious as a fucking heart attack. Damned if he wasn’t actually a pretty good actor.
“N-no,” I stammered. Any idiot could tell I did. Fuck it. Anyone who expects high quality acting in a porno deserves what they get.
“Hmmm.” Todd’s brows drew together. He pulled his fingers out of me, then tugged the “ass spreader” out too. “I think your problem is that your prostate isn’t sensitized. It hasn’t been switched on, for lack of a better expression.”
God, what a load of crap. I didn’t give a fuck, for once.
“What can I do?” I managed to sound coherent. Hell, I thought, I can be a pretty goddamn good actor too, sometimes. Who knew?
“What I think we should do,” Todd said, “is try to make your prostate more sensitive. We can do that right now.”
“The anal loosening kit contains several instruments which should be helpful. At the same time, Nurse Cocks and I will stimulate you in other ways. That should send the message to your prostate to switch on and make you feel sexual pleasure. It will probably take several sessions to get to that point. When you can come just from getting fucked in the ass, we’ll know we succeeded.”
I gave him my best seductive look. “And how do we find that out, doctor?”
“Well, it will be my duty as your doctor to fuck your ass until you come.”
Oh, boy. My cock didn’t give a shit that it was a stupid porno movie line. It promptly swelled even more.
Derek nudged my hip. I looked up at him, feeling dazed and stupid. Line, he mouthed at me, cutting his eyes to George. Oh, yeah—I was supposed to be saying something.
“Um. Yeah, doctor. Make my ass feel good.”
Derek snickered under his breath. I didn’t, for once. I’d uttered too many variations on that line to count, but this was the first time I meant it. The thought of Todd sticking sex toys up my butt made my skin feel tight and tingly.
Todd’s latex covered hands spread my ass cheeks wide. “Your hole looks a little looser now,” he said. “Nurse, hand me the smallest dildo.”
“Yes, doctor.” Derek pulled a slender, bright blue dildo out the bag. He winked at me as he handed it to Todd. I discreetly flipped him off.
Todd slid the toy inside me. It went in easily. I barely felt it. I moaned anyway. People love the sound effects.
“Mmm. That’s nice.” Todd’s voice sounded rough. He moved the thing in and out of me a few times, watching my face. “Nurse. Pinch his nipples.”
“Yes, doctor.” Derek sashayed over to stand behind my head, reached down, and plucked both of my nipples. “How does that feel, sir?”
I licked my lips. “Feels nice. Yeah, harder. Twist them.”
Derek pulled and twisted. Electricity zinged over my skin. He twisted harder and I let out a sharp cry of pain. Derek gave me a horribly fake concerned look. “I’m sorry, does that hurt you?”
“Yeah,” I panted. “Do it again.”
That wasn’t in the script. Evidently ad-libbing was okay, though, because George didn’t make a peep. Derek grinned at me, bent over, and sank his teeth into my nipple. He tugged hard, stretching the little nub of flesh. I howled and arched against his mouth.
“Pain turns you on,” Todd observed. “Good.”
I didn’t have time to wonder what the fuck that meant. I felt the blue dildo being removed and something else taking its place. My hole stretched wide, then closed again. The same thing happened three more times before my lust-fuzzed brain realized that Todd was filling my butt with anal beads. Extra large anal beads, if the feel was any indication. He gave the string a sharp tug, one bead popped free, and I lost it.
“Oh … oh yeah … God, yes, oh…” I have no idea to this day if that was anywhere close to the right line or not. I didn’t care anymore. Pure sensation had me in its grip, and all I could do was ride it.
I’ll say this for George: he might be a lousy director for a lousy, low-rent gay porn studio, but he knows when to shut up and let it happen. He kept quiet when Derek bent and kissed me, fingers still tugging at my nipples. He remained silent when Todd dropped to his knees and started sucking my balls and pulling on the anal beads. Everybody, including George, knows that true passion in a porn flick is as rare as it is arousing. He kept his mouth shut and the cameras rolling while I moaned and shook under the sweet torture of hands and mouths and toys.
My control had just about unraveled completely when Todd stood up suddenly and yanked the whole string of beads free with one hard pull. The feeling was beyond description. I let out a long wail, muffled by Derek’s tongue in my mouth.
“Give me the plug,” Todd growled.
Derek straightened up. He looked dazed, eyes hot and hazy, lips swollen. “Y-yes … um, yes, doctor.” He reached for the black bag with shaky hands.
I took a peek at my chest while Derek pulled a great big butt plug out of the bag and squirted lube all over it. My nipples were a dark, angry red, swollen and hard. I had time to think vaguely that they’d probably be black and blue in few hours. Then Todd pushed that fucking huge toy up my ass and my brain quit working.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Fuck … Oh, fuck, yeah … Fuck, yeah!”
“Feels good?” Todd twisted the thing inside me and I about fell off the table.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I bucked my hips. “Suck my cock.”
Todd’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, I think I will.” He glanced up at Derek. “Nurse?”
“Yes, doctor?” A tiny corner of my brain noticed that Derek was staring at my bruised nipples and stroking himself. Something about that turned me on even more.
“Get on his face,” Todd ordered.
Oh, hell, yes. Todd gave me a thoroughly evil smile. Derek tore his dress off and climbed onto the table, straddling my face so that his ass hovered right over my mouth. How Todd knew I liked giving a rim job, I have no clue. But he obviously did. Fine by me. I shucked off the gown that still clung to my wrists, clamped my hands on Derek’s hipbones, and went happily to work.
I felt Todd and Derek shift forward at the same time. Two hot, wet mouths closed over my cock and balls. God, it felt good. I dug my fingers into Derek’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide to give me better access to his hole. His moans vibrated against my balls as I licked and tongue-fucked his asshole. I could hear the cameramen scurrying around trying to capture all the action. I didn’t know or care how far we’d strayed from the script, but it didn’t matter. Even through the lust scrambling my brains, I knew we were putting on one hell of a hot scene.
I had Derek right on the edge by the time Todd moved. Todd sat up, and Derek followed his lead. His legs were shaking. I was so dazed, I actually grabbed Derek’s ass and tried to pull him back down.
Todd laughed. “Turn over on your stomach.”
Derek sat back on his heels to give me room to move. I rolled over, letting my legs hang off the end of the table. Todd pulled the butt plug out of me, leaned over, and licked up between my shoulder blades.
“Ready to get fucked, Mr. Auf?” he rasped in my ear.
“Uh,” I grunted, and pushed my butt against his crotch. That was about as coherent as I could get at the moment. I felt Todd smile.
Rustles and clinks sounded behind me as Todd shed his clothes. Then his fingers spread me open, and he shoved his cock deep inside me. I let out a long, shuddering cry. God, his prick up my ass felt so fucking great.
“Suck his dick,” Todd ordered.
That suited me just fine. I pulled Derek’s hips toward me and gulped his cock right down.
“Ah, yeah. Yeah, suck that cock.” Derek’s best porn star voice. He was always on. I would’ve laughed if my mouth hadn’t been full. Derek clenched both fists in my hair and fucked my mouth deep.
Two cocks at once, and the one up my ass was attached to the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Who cared about the camera crew and the lights, and all the guys who’d eventually jack off to this scene? Not me. I was in heaven.
Todd pulled out of me just as his cock started to swell and pulse against my hole. For a second, I couldn’t figure out why. Then I remembered. Had to have that come shot on film, and there was no way to film him shooting inside my ass. Yet.
I didn’t want to think about that too hard.
“Come on his back, doctor. Yeah, yeah. Shoot your hot load on him.” Derek the Porn Star strikes again. I stuck a finger up his ass, and his porn-star speech disintegrated into porn-star moaning. He pulled out of my mouth and started jerking his cock hard.
Todd came first. I felt hot spunk splash across my back and run down between my butt cheeks. Derek came a few seconds later, groaning as his dick pumped semen all over my face. The cameraman knelt beside the table, shooting a close-up of me getting a face full of come. I licked my lips for him.
Hands on my shoulders pulled me to a standing position. Todd stood behind me, his body big and solid against my back. He pulled me backward a few steps. Derek slipped off the table and knelt at my feet, gazing up at me. His make-up was smeared and the white nurse’s hat was askew on his head. He grinned at me.
“Nurse, remove the cock ring,” Todd said. He sounded calm again.
“Yes, doctor.” Derek loosened the leather ring and pulled it off.
I drew a sharp breath at the way my dick throbbed once freed from the leather. But before I could make a sound, Todd yanked my head back by the hair and kissed me.
God … Nobody had ever kissed me quite like that. The room tilted around me as Todd’s tongue slid into my mouth, aggressive and demanding. I reached one arm behind me, around his neck, winding my hand into the thick hair that had come loose from the ponytail and now hung in silky waves around his shoulders.
Hands roamed my body: twisting a nipple, stroking my cock, invading my still-open ass. I didn’t know who was doing what, and couldn’t have cared less. It was Todd’s kiss that set my body on fire and sent me soaring into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, on either side of the camera. My prick pulsed against someone’s palm. I felt warm sticky splashes on my thighs as I came, and the world turned gray.
When I became aware of anything again, I was lying on the exam table, with a whole bunch of worried faces bending over me. I gave them a weak smile.
“Goddamn, boy,” George exclaimed. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!” He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “Hell of a scene, though.”
“You okay?” Derek laid a hand on my arm.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smiled at him. “You still have come on your face.”
He wrinkled his nose. “So what else is new? I always get the fucking facials.”
Derek wandered away, complaining about having to wash semen out of his hair. The crowd started to disperse when they saw I was okay. I looked around for Todd, but didn’t see him.
“Where’d Todd go?” I asked George when he momentarily stopped yelling directions to the crew.
“Break room,” George said. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with you two, but whatever it is, don’t stop. That’s the fucking hottest scene I ever got on film.”
“Yeah.” I stood up, carefully because I still felt a little off kilter. “So, we done for today? We didn’t finish the office scene, did we?”
“Naw. But what the fuck. Got one smoking hot sex scene done, and I got places to be. We’ll do the after parts tomorrow.”
“Works for me.”
“See you, Billy.”
“Yeah, see you.” And for fuck’s sake call me by my real name, I didn’t add.
I scooped my briefs up off the floor and put them on. The come all over my ass and face had dried just enough to feel unpleasantly sticky. For once, I didn’t care.
I found Todd on the sofa in the ratty little lounge, sipping Gatorade and flipping through the channels on the TV. Those pretty gray eyes lit right up when he saw me.
“Hey, Jim,” he said. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah.” I plopped down beside him. “That was weird. Me passing out, I mean. Never done that before.”
“I’ve heard about that sort of thing. I’ve never actually fucked anybody so hard they fainted, though.”
“What makes you think you did it? Maybe I got a heart condition or something.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Hope not.”
I frowned at him. “Why’d you leave? I mean, if somebody I was just fucking passed out cold, I’d be worried. You just went to the break room like nothing happened.” It surprised me how much that stung.
He gave me a strange look. “Oh, I was worried about you. But when I saw you lying there on that table, unconscious and naked and covered in semen, I wanted … Well, I wanted to do things to you that I shouldn’t have wanted to do, not right then. And I wasn’t sure I could control myself. So I left.”
I stared at him. The strange, hot look in his eyes made my insides shake. I couldn’t decide if I was scared of him, or horny for him. Or both. I gulped.
“Um. Okay. Uh…” There went my powers of speech again. He laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a psycho killer or anything.” He slid a hand onto my knee. “You look so fucking hot like this.”
I licked my lips. “Like what?”
He nuzzled my neck, licked the outside of my ear. “Almost naked. Your lips swollen from kissing and sucking cock. Your hair all sweaty and tangled. Come all over you.” Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up to straddle his lap. “God, you can’t even imagine the things I want to do to you.”
I sat there with my legs on either side of his hips and stared at him, stunned speechless. He smiled a heart-thumpingly sexy little smile, buried both hands in my hair, and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. When we pulled apart, I felt weak and dizzy, and damn if I wasn’t halfway to hard again.
“We’ve got that fisting scene tomorrow.” Todd ran his fingertips up my bare back, making me shiver. “Wanna go back to my place and practice?”
Oh, hell, yeah.
“I guess, if you think it’ll help,” I said, trying to play it cool.
Todd laughed, pushed me off his lap, and stood up. “You know you want to.”
“What makes you so sure I want your hand up my ass, huh?” I gave him a reasonable facsimile of an innocent face.
“Because,” he said with a grin, “I’m telling you that you do.”
Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. That did things to me. “Uh…” I said, eloquent as usual.
He pulled me into his arms. Those stormy eyes glittered. “Do what I tell you, Jim, and you won’t regret it. I’ll make you come ’til your balls drop off.”
How the fuck did he make that actually sound like a good thing? Hell if I knew. Hell if I cared.
I smiled up at him. “Yes, doctor.”
- The End -
Heather was making pathetic, sobbing noises before her mother even left the building. Heather had lived a life of luxury and self indulgence. Nothing that had come before had ever prepared her for what she was experiencing now.
“Your mother is gone now, Heather,” Miss Smithers announced. “Now you belong to me.”
“Mmmmmfff,” Heather whined.
“After an hour or two, I may consider removing that gag,” Miss Smithers said. “However if you can’t follow the rules, it’ll go right back in. Either that or I’ll find a gag that’s even worse.”
“Wrrth?” Heather inquired. The gag in Heather’s mouth forced her jaws wide open. Even after just two minutes her jaws were starting to ache. Furthermore Heather had to constantly swallow, otherwise she’d end up drooling on herself. How could Miss Smithers find a gag that was even worse?
Miss Smithers smiled at the apprehension on Heather’s face and issued orders. “Sandy, remove Heather’s watch, earrings and necklace. Make certain that they’re mailed back to her mother.”
Heather tried to protest as her jewelry was removed. It was another indignity that she couldn’t stop. Another way to feel helpless and betrayed. Then Miss Smithers kicked Heather’s shoes across the floor and said, “Allison, pick up these clothes and throw them in the dumpster. I don’t want this spoiled brat thinking she’s ever getting them back.”
“Nfff,” Heather protested, but Miss Smithers pretended not to notice.
Within minutes Heather had been dragged against her will into what looked rather like a doctor’s office. Her handcuffs were briefly removed, but only long enough so that she could be bound in a more convenient way to device that spread her arms and legs far apart. Leather straps around her wrists and ankles held her firmly in place no matter how much she struggled.
Miss Smithers was still in her office, so Heather was all alone in this room with the two assistants in the black uniforms. She actually blushed that they were seeing her like this. At least one of them was a lesbian and Heather inwardly cringed at the lustful way she looked at her.
“The first thing they’ll do is shave this off,” Sandy said as she raked her fingers across Heather’s pubic hair. “Pthssss,” Heather begged, but Sandy ignored her.
“I can’t wait to see what your naked pubes look like,” Sandy continued as he fingers idly played with Heather’s pubic hair. “Maybe the doctor will let me shave you.” Then without warning, Sandy grabbed a few strands of pubic hair and yanked them out by the roots.
Heather screamed in pain, but all that came out was an indignant, muffled sound. They could do whatever they wanted to her and she couldn’t even cry out for help.
“Oh, did that hurt?” Sandy asked her prisoner. “How about this?” This time Sandy ripped out a few more strands and Heather made another sound of pain. The look of fear and helplessness in Heather’s eyes just made Sandy smile.
Allison made an adjustment to the device Heather was strapped to and suddenly something padded pressed at the small of her back. After a series of clicks, it arched Heather’s back so that her torso was now above her head, ankles and wrists.
Heather panicked when she realized that this meant her naked breasts and crotch were now being thrust up on display as if she were offering them up to be ogled, touched, fondled or abused.
Probably all four.
The one named Allison grabbed Heather’s nipples and pinched them hard. “Uffth!” Heather protested and tears welled up on her eyes as she tried in vain to escape her bonds.
“Uffffffff!” Heather protested again and Allison pinched even harder.
“Does that hurt?” one of the girls asked, mockingly.
“Yfff,” Heather tried to reply.
“Good,” the girl said a stern tone of voice. “Remember we can make things hard for you. If you follow orders and learn to be respectful, things won’t be quite so bad for you. But if you’re disobedient or disrespectful, we can hurt you. Every employee in this school has the authority to punish you if you don’t follow orders.”
For the first time in her adult life, Heather felt helpless and afraid. She wanted to throw herself down on her knees and beg this woman not to hurt her, but she couldn’t even do that. With her eyes pleading, Heather moaned into her gag, attempting to communicate her fear and willingness to please. However no words came out. Only pitiful mewling sounds and muffled gasps.
Time dragged by while Heather lay there in bondage. Her naked body was the only thing in the room to occupy the two women in uniform. And they passed the time by exploring Heather’s helpless body with their hands. They fondled, squeezed, rubbed, massaged and pinched. The one named Sandy yanked some more pubic hairs out by the roots. Heather yelled into her gag, but it barely made any noise at all. By the time the doctor came in, tears were streaming down Heather’s face.
In Heather’s bound position she could see little other than the ceiling, however she caught a glimpse of white lab coat and heard the doctor’s voice. “Hllthmhh,” Heather called out as she screamed into her gag. Suddenly she felt a series of sharp, painful slaps on one of her inner thighs.
“You can stop that right now,” a firm, no nonsense female voice informed Heather. “In a few minutes we’ll need to remove your restraints and that gag. But don’t get any ideas. If you give me any trouble I know how to treat bad little girls. When that gag comes off, I don’t want to hear any words out of your mouth other than to answer my questions with short, honest and respectful answers.”
Heather blinked in surprise, and said nothing. She was instantly afraid of this woman.
The doctor was suddenly between Heather’s legs and the sound of scissors told Heather that the doctor was trimming her pubic hair. Heather was embarrassed to have the woman there removing the last tiny bit of covering that concealed her nudity, but also afraid that sharp, metal objects were being used on her most sensitive and vulnerable area. She tried to lie still as any movement on her part might cause the doctor to accidentally cut her.
The doctor was very efficient and skilled in her work. Heather couldn’t see what the doctor was doing, but she could feel the doctor’s fingers and the shaving gel as it was worked into her pubic area and her anus. She felt the razor as it slid skillfully along her skin and she felt the warm, damp cloth as confident hands used it to wash away residue.
Heather lay there quietly as they put away the shaving tools and tried not to panic. She told herself that doctors weren’t supposed to hurt people. Maybe if she could speak to the doctor alone, she’d be sympathetic to Heather’s plight. Maybe she’d help Heather escape from this school. She could even offer the doctor a cash reward if she could get Heather back home …. Or at least to her bank.
However when Heather was released from her bondage and had the chance to sit up, she got a good look at the doctor’s face. She didn’t look to be much older than Heather, however there was a look in her eyes that said she’d seen enough to five times Heather’s age. These eyes were cold and hard and intimidating. Caught in the doctor’s stare, Heather felt small and weak and intimidated.
Without taking her eyes off Heather, the doctor reached onto a flat surface and picked up a file. She didn’t bother to open it, but rather recited it from memory.
“Heather Murdoch,” she began. “Age nineteen, no known allergies, not currently on any medication, non smoker and no medical conditions that require any special care. Is that all correct?”
Heather nodded in agreement. The gag was still in her mouth, so she couldn’t speak.
The doctor took Heather’s head in her hands and held it firmly. “Heather,” she said in a stern, authoritative tone of voice, “I’m going to remove your gag now. Remember what we talked about? Do not speak without permission.”
When the gag was removed, Heather’s first instinct was to thank the doctor profusely. Her jaw was sore and aching and she had saliva on her chin and upper torso from where she’d drooled on herself. But she stopped herself just barely in time.
“Open your mouth and say ‘ah’”, the doctor ordered as she produced a penlight.
Heather nervously did as she was told and allowed the doctor to check her eyes, ears, nose and throat. Then the doctor put the penlight away and moved on to checking Heather’s lungs, heartbeat, blood pressure and reflexes. Towards then end of the exam, the doctor surprised Heather with the medical questions.
“Are you a virgin, Heather?”
“What?” she replied, shocked.
“It’s a simple question, Heather,” the doctor said.
Heather looked nervously around the room. In addition to the doctor, there were the two women in black uniforms and a nurse that Heather hadn’t noticed before. They all looked impatient and grim.
“No,” Heather replied weakly.
“Are you sexually active?”
“Yes,” she replied even more weakly. She wasn’t used to giving out personal information like this to a stranger. However it was painfully clear that these strangers could do horrible things to her if she didn’t cooperate.
“Do you masturbate?” she asked.
“Yes,” Heather replied in a voice so weak that the doctor ordered her to repeat the answer. At this point Heather tried to cover her breasts and the doctor snapped at her.
“Hands down! You will never cover yourself so long as you are a student in this school!”
“Sorry doctor,” Heather said as she held her hands out at her sides and nervously swallowed.
The doctor have her a stern look and placed a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “How often do you masturbate, Heather?” she asked.
“I ….,” Heather began with her voice cracking. “I usually ….. do it once or twice a day.”
“Have you ever had sex with a woman?” the doctor asked.
Heather just shook her head in the negative.
“Even fantasized about sex with a woman?” the doctor asked.
“No,” Heather replied.
There was a whole list of sexual questions that Heather was forced to answer. The nurse recorded all of Heather’s answers on a series of forms and Heather couldn’t help but wonder who would read those forms or why any of this information was necessary.
When it was all over the doctor told Heather to stand up and added, “You’ve already earned some punishments from your behavior when you first arrived, but if you’re a good girl I won’t order any additional punishments for you. Can you be a good girl for me?”
Heather was on the verge of tears and just nodded her head.
While Heather stood there naked, the doctor produced a tape measure and began the process of measuring various parts of her anatomy. She measured Heather’s bust size, her waist and her hips. The doctor didn’t exactly fondle Heather’s naked body as she took these measurements, but her hands weren’t shy either.
Heather felt violated.
Then the doctor began measuring parts of Heather’s anatomy that were harder to understand. The thickness of Heather’s thighs was measured, the thickness of her ankles and wrists and even something the doctor referred to as Heather’s “crotch rope” area. This area started at Heather’s abdomen, just below her navel. It traveled down across Heather’s pubic lips, up across the crack of her ass and ended approximately at the small of her back. The doctor seemed to take a long time to get this measurement and the tape measure rubbed against her pubic lips in an intimate and humiliating way. The friction of the tape against her newly shaved and sensitive pubic lips was getting her aroused against her will.
The nurse recorded all of these measurements and Heather had to bite her tongue to keep from asking why they needed this information. Who would be reading a report with Heather’s most intimate measurements? And what would they use it for?
Heather’s height and weight were also recorded. At one point the doctor grumbled that she was jealous of Heather’s slender waist and low weight. “I ought to punish you just for that,” she said.
Heather had a hard time judging the doctor’s figure as it was somewhat concealed by her white lab coat, but Heather didn’t think it was all that bad. True, very few women had Heather’s figure, but Heather didn’t think the doctor was overweight or unattractive.
Heather sincerely hoped the doctor didn’t really punish her because she was prettier or had a better figure.
Then the doctor then pointed to a wall on the west side of the room and said, “Face that wall and place your hands against it palms flat. Spread your feet wide and don’t bend your knees.”
Heather did as she was told, but then the doctor snapped, “Legs farther apart! Hands higher!”
The posture was humiliating. Heather’s anus and newly shaven pubes were on display for all to see. She soon found out that was the idea.
Heather heard a snapping sound and soon realized that the doctor had just put on a latex glove. First the doctor’s fingers gently stroked Heather’s pubic lips and then they were shoved rudely inside her. Heather moaned and gasped as the doctor’s fingers sank in deep and explored the confines of Heather’s pussy.
“It’s just a body cavity search,” the doctor informed her. “You’ll get one every week to make certain you’re not hiding contraband.”
“What?” Heather snapped as her legs shook and her voice cracked. “That’s insane!”
The doctor’s hand came down hard on Heather’s naked ass and she knew she had said the wrong thing. “You’ll get punished for that,” the doctor informed her. “Rude outbursts and talking without permission are always cause for punishment.”
Heather began to cry at this announcement. This school seemed to be designed to humiliate and degrade their students.
Heather was deep into feeling sorry for herself when she felt the doctor working a cold glob of lubricant into her anus. She wanted to protest, but realized that would only mean more punishment for her.
“She’s tight,” the doctor said as she painfully stretched Heather’s asshole with her fingers. Heather trembled and tears freely flowed down her face as the doctor continued her examination. It really lasted longer than it should have, but the doctor was extra thorough and as she wanted to make it painful and humiliating for her patient.
After what seemed like days, the doctor turned to her nurse and announced, “she’s clean.”
“I’ll schedule her for another cavity search on twenty fifth,” the nurse said. “Eight in the morning?”
“Fine,” the doctor replied as she removed her latex glove and dropped it in the trash. “Somebody will need to shave her every night, just to make certain stubble doesn’t grow back.”
“I can take care of that,” the nurse said.
Then the nurse gave Heather a look that made her feel even more naked than she was. The look of naked lust in her eyes marked her as a lesbian. Was Heather the only straight female in this entire school?
Before the women in black uniforms led Heather out of the doctor’s office they ordered her to place her hands behind her back. There was a click of metal and suddenly her hands were locked in handcuffs again. Heather groaned and suddenly she was being paraded naked down the corridor again.
Of course now she felt twice as naked with the absence of her pubic hair.
One of the guards kept a tight grip on her arm to keep her from running away. She needn’t have bothered. Heather was so intimidated right now, she was afraid to do anything that might make any of these people angry.
The two women in black uniforms marched her upstairs and past a number of school employees. She was amazed that hardly anybody even bothered to look twice at her. What kind of school was this that a naked girl in handcuffs, walking down the halls failed to get any notice?
- The End -
It was Kate’s first time going to the student clinic. Needless to say, she was very uncomfortable about the whole idea of getting examined by a doctor she’d never met. She wouldn’t have kept the silly appointment except- well, she just felt bad about cancelling appointments. It was her first year of college, her first time away from home, and she was wanting to feel like a real adult at her new school.
As she walked through the parking lot, she chuckled to herself just a little bit as she pulled her rain jacket closer to her body. What was she going to tell this doctor? That she had a little bit of irritation from a new vibrator and she promised to wash it with warm soapy water before using it again? Maybe she would just tell him it was from using a different brand of detergent. Yeah, she would tell him that! He is not going to believe me, she thought to herself. He’ll know I’ve been getting myself off.
Kate sighed a barely audible sigh as she opened the heavy wooden door to the clinic room. Looking around, she appeared to be the only person there. Consulting her watch, she determined it was a little after 5 pm. She was probably the last patient of the day.
“Please sign in!” a cheerful voice echoed. It took Kate a moment to realize that a young looking receptionist had been only a few feet away from her.
“I didn’t see you!” Kate gasped.
“I’m sorry to startle you. My name is Shanna. Please sign in and meet me at that door”. Shanna flipped her long red hair out of her eyes and motioned to a large steel door near the back of the room.
Kate quickly signed in, and headed quickly towards the door.
Shanna said nothing once Kate crossed into the back of the clinic. She had a chart and a pen in hand, motioned for Kate to hurry along, and pointed to a room. Kate went into the room as instructed, with Shanna close behind.
“Take your clothes off, place them on the chair, get on the exam table, and put this drape over you. The doctor will be right in.” Shanna said, then left.
“Drape? Looks more like a hand towel”, Kate scowled,then quickly lifted her tight sweater off over her head. She blushed realizing she’d not worn a bra today. Her full, firm breasts seems to hover. Her tiny soft nipples quickly began to harden as the coolness of the room hit them. She traced their outline with her fingers. She slid her hands under her breasts admiring just how plump they were. She blushed again as she felt the need to hurry and get this appointment over with.
Kate unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off over her smooth legs. Then she tucked her thumbs into her satin panties and drug them down. As she bent over, she thought she heard the door creak open. Her head flew up to see no one. She stopped dallying around and quickly got on the exam table.
As she settled into the stillness Kate noticed there was no noise in the clinic. Complete silence filled the air. She ony heard the soft sounds of her breath and her heart thudding in her chest.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. The door snapped open, and there was Shanna.
“The doctor is busy with another patient, so I will need to do your exam. Please put your feet in the stirrups”.
Kate did as she was told, but with some reluctance. She had not mentioned to the receptionist when she called the nature of her problem, nor had she mentioned it to Shanna. Perhaps this was protocol for a first time patient? Either way, it was what she had come for.
Shanna walked over to the foot of the exam table where Kate laid, obviously nervous. “You ever had a pelvic exam before?”
“No” was all Kate could squeak out.
“I see you are a little irritated down there,” Shanna said as she slipped a latex exam glove into her slim hand. “Have you been having much sex?”
“No. No none at all. I, um… I…”
“It’s ok Kate, we all do it. Whether you are getting it from a man or a machine, it doesn’t matter”. Shanna put her gloved hands on Kate’s bare knees and started sliding her hands down the length of Kate’s thighs. “Open up, sweetie. Don’t be shy with me. I’ve seen a pussy before.”
Kate was silent. Why would she say pussy?
Shanna’s cold hands where about 8 inches from Kate’s vagina when she stopped. She slid her hands around the underside of Kate’s legs, still moving very slowly and very deliberately. After reaching around to Kate’s buttocks, Shanna then started moving her hands up Kate’s hips. Quickly, Shanna yanked Kate to the end of the exam table. Kate’s ass was hanging mostly over the edge. Shanna’s breath was close enough to feel and Kate felt her cunt gape open.
Shanna moved her hands to Kate’s swollen labia. Gently caressing the folds open, her moist breath still close enough for Kate to feel. Kate was oddly turned on and yet mortified at the same time.
Shanna held both the inner and outer lips open with one hand as her other fingers caressed up and down the opening of Kate’s slit. Shanna slid one finger up towards Kate’s clit and flicked it casually. Shanna heard Kate gasp a little, and she tried to hide a chuckle as she asked, “Does that hurt?”
“No. I just wasn’t expecting you to..”
“To what- Pleasure you? Pleasure you like you pleasure yourself Kate?”
Kate said nothing. The silence was ringing in her ears. Her pussy vibrated with sensations she’d never felt before.
“You have a mild irritation. I will need to clean you”, Shanna said as she turned and reached for a bottle that was in the cabinet behind her.
Kate was tilted back on the table to where she couldn’t really see what was going on. An absorbent pad was placed beneath Kate. More rattling. Kate felt a slight squeeze then a pinch on her outer right cunt lip. A long cold object Kate assumed was some kind of clamp had been squeezed onto her and Shanna was pulling her folds open. The clamp was quickly tossed over Kate’s thigh and the process was repeated on the left. Kate’s inner labia were on display now.
Shanna grabbed a bottle off the table and started dripping it slowly onto Kate’s gaped puss. The liquid was extremely cold and Kate buckled and arched her back trying to wiggle away. Shanna smacked Kate promptly on the ass cheek and sternly said, “You’d better be still. This is going to take a while!”
Shanna soon started to rub the cold solution all around Kate’s clit and inside her little pussy lips. Kate was really feeling turned on, but at the same time she was still frightened.
Out of liquid, Shanna took some gauze and started blotting Kate dry. Kate had to admit, her vagina was feeling much better, with the exception of those pesky clamps.
Shanna picked up both clamps and Kate let out a sigh of relief. Freedom at last! she thought. Shanna let both heavy clamps drop, still attached to Kate’s pussy. The weight was tremendous. Kate started to wiggle again and Shanna smacked her on top of her pussy mound. The stinging sensation almost felt good to Kate.
Kate was tilted forward again, slightly, and Shanna finally relieved her from the clamps. Shanna rubbed a cool hand over Kate’s swollen cunt. Shanna took a seat again and continued to rub Kate. More moist breath. More rubbing. Kate was feeling a little light headed. She wasn’t sure what was happening as Shanna bent closer towards her and started licking her pussy. The rush was intense. Kate had never felt such pleasure before. A moan escaped her before she realized it. She was embarrassed again. Shanna softly whispered that there was nothing to feel embarrassed about, and she continued to pleasure Kate.
Kate could feel herself rushing towards an orgasm. Shanna could feel it too. Kate’s pussy tasted hot, her clit was sticking almost strait up, and her cunt was dripping sweet juice. Kate felt a finger glide inside her. Then two. She was rocking back and forth in time with the finger-fuck she was receiving. More and more juice was dripping from her sweet insides.
Shanna slowly pulled the two fingers out, slid them around the outside of Kate’s hole, and backed her tongue away.
Kate was so close to cumming already she couldn’t imagine what Shanna was going to tease her with next!
Shanna took her thumb and two fingers and spread Kate’s pussy open once more, this time inserting a speculum. Slowly, Shanna cranked open the speculum open to widest setting possible. Kate had never been forced open like this- the feeling was painful, but breathtaking. Shanna started rubbing Kate’s clit again. The pleasure was intense. Kate knew she was close to cumming, but it seemed as if Shanna was one step ahead of her slowing her motions as Kate neared orgasm.
Shanna backed off the speculum a little, and Kate’s pussy spasmed. Shanna jammed a lubed finger inside Kate’s ass and Kate howled. She had never been so close to orgasm before and not been allowed to cum. Shanna took her other hand and poked two more fingers into Kate’s speculumed puss. She gently caressed the vaginal walls anywhere she could reach around the blades of the speculum, applying the most pressure to the top near where Kate’s G-spot was.
Kate couldn’t take any more of this torture. She arched her back, pushing her pussy towards Shanna’s hand as much as she could, then exploded into orgasm. A stream of jizz shot from Kate’s open cunt hitting Shanna in her open (and waiting) mouth. Kate shook with force at the intensity of the orgasm. The room spun around. The lights seemed to flicker.
Shanna slid her fingers out of Kate’s ass and pussy. She started to pull the speculum out, but hadn’t closed it. Slowly, the open speculum gaped Kate open more and more. A second wave of pleasure hit Kate as Shanna rotated the open device around inside her. Shanna closed the speculum a little more, pulled it out a little farther, and gave Kate’s clit one last long slurp and tug as she popped the speculum out.
Kate’s pussy remained gaped open, and Shanna slowly bent to kiss it. Kate could do nothing at this point but pant for air. She was totally spent. In fact, Kate was so out of it that she hardly realized Shanna was pulling her lab coat off. Shanna then untied her scrub pants and let them drop to the floor. Shanna tugged her satin panties off much the same way Kate had earlier in the afternoon.
Kate was barely conscious when Shanna reached down between her legs and freed a cock from between them. A cock that had throbbed for over an hour now. A cock that had been wanting that sweet, wet pussy Kate had so selfishly pleasured for herself for months on end.
Shanna slid her member into Kate’s gaped cunt, grabbed her by the hips, and fucked her as hard and as fast as she could until Shanna filled Kate’s already dripping cunt with seed. Shanna pulled her dick out, and sticky sweet wetness dripped to the floor.
Shanna couldn’t help herself. She just had to lean back down and taste Kate’s pussy once more. Their juices had mixed, and Shanna couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted something so delicious.
Shanna redressed Kate as best she could, then carried her through the empty clinic into the darkness of the parking lot and placed Kate in her car careful to lock the door.
Kate awoke hours later, confused and sore. A small piece of paper was on the steering wheel in front of her. It was a prescription for a soothing vaginal cream that was to be applied three times a day. If there were any questions, she was instructed to call the front desk and ask for Shanna.
- The End -
Lauren’s domineering mother had made an appointment for her at the Treatment Center to have her bath and hair washed. She just turned 18 years old, and her mother wanted her to get good and clean. She was told to be there at 3:30 p.m. Lauren was built tall, thin, 5’6″, long legs and narrow in the hips. Her buttocks were tight and small as they sat perched on top of her beautiful long legs. She was very pretty with shoulder length brown hair, large beautiful brown eyes, and a sweet smile. She was kind of shy but still turned the heads of many young men.
Lauren told her best friend Kerrie she couldn’t meet with her after school because she had a doctor appointment. She didn’t tell her it was to get a bath and her hair washed. She was too embarrassed. But her mother had insisted she go there for an evaluation and treatment. She believed the Treatment Center had the best staff and equipment available to get Lauren good and clean.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon as Lauren drove to the busy shopping center where the Treatment Center was located. She entered the small, two-story medical building through the front door and walked up the steps to the second floor. She studied each door until she found it. The sign simply said “Treatment Center.” She opened the door and walked in. It was a pleasant reception area with cushy chairs, soft lights, and an aquarium bubbling. Lauren became comfortable and began to relax. Behind a sliding window, a receptionist sat while talking on the telephone. She looked up when she saw Lauren come in. She smiled at her to let her know she acknowledged her presence. She seems nice and friendly, Lauren thought. She sat down quietly until she heard the window slide open.
“May I help you?” she asked.
“My name is Lauren. I have an appointment at 3:30.”
“Yes Lauren, we were expecting you. Someone will be with you in a few minutes.”
The window slid closed and then it was quiet. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, Lauren thought as she sat back down and picking up a magazine. This is just like any ordinary doctor’s office she thought.
After about 5 minutes, a tall blonde woman about 35 years old, dressed in a clean white uniform came out from a door adjacent to the reception area. She held a clipboard and pen and asked “Are you Lauren?”
Lauren answered, “Yes I am.”
The woman sat down on a chair next to her. “I am Nurse Christine” she said. Since this was Lauren’s first time, the nurse said she wanted explain what they were going to do to her. Lauren listened very intently as the nurse began reading off of her clipboard. “You will be weighed, examined, and your temperature taken.” Sounds normal Lauren thought. “After the exam, my assistant and I will begin your treatment. We do things differently here than you normally do at home.”
“Oh. What kind of treatment? What is different?” Lauren asked with concern.
“You will have a scalp treatment—that is type of hair washing with medically formulated shampoo. Then you will have a body scrub with medically formulated soap to really get you clean. Now dear, you may experience some slight discomfort during your treatment. But it’s necessary to get you good and clean. If you relax and don’t resist, you will make it easier.”
Lauren began to wonder what was going to happen. But she didn’t ask any questions. Nurse Christine seemed like a nice lady. She felt she could be trusted.
Nurse Christine didn’t tell Lauren about the telephone consultation she had with Lauren’s mother. According to her, Lauren didn’t like it when she was given her a bath and washed her hair at home. Her mother insisted that “she” still wash for her hair in the kitchen sink. She also bathed Lauren in a shallow tub near the sink in the kitchen. Lauren would sit in the tub while her mother poured pots of hot water over her head and body. Then she made Lauren stand up naked while she worked up a thick lather with Ivory soap. She used a stiff body brush to scrub Lauren’s entire body, even her genitals. But because Lauren was now 18, it made her feel like a baby. Sometimes Lauren would protest and cry.
Her mother also told Nurse Christine that sometimes she could smell Lauren’s anus and genitalia. “Maybe she is having difficulty when she wiping after a bowel movement” she commented, “please see to it that Lauren’s anus is inspected.” Nurse Christine was happy to reassure Lauren’s mother that the staff at the Treatment Center were experienced and trained professionals who would be able to give Lauren a complete bath and shampoo treatment. They knew exactly how to handle someone like Lauren.
Nurse Christine looked at Lauren and thought about all the things that needed to be done to her. A lot of work but she really needs it. She stood up and said to Lauren, “Now come with me dear and we will get started.” Lauren submissively followed the nurse through the door into the treatment area.
Nurse Christine led Lauren through a corridor to a tiny room the size of a phone booth. There was no door or curtain, and no carpet on the floor. Lauren stepped into the area and looked around. Nurse Christine told Lauren “First, you will need to undress. Take everything off. You can hang your clothes up there.” She pointed to a hook on the wall.
Lauren stood there blushing and feeling nervous. “Isn’t there a gown for me to put on?” she asked?
“Oh no dear, you don’t seem to understand,” Nurse Christine explained. “I am going to weigh you. So you must be completely naked so I can get an accurate reading.” Lauren wasn’t expecting this. Nurse Christine noticed her apprehension. “We are all very professional here dear. You just do everything we say and you will be fine.”
Lauren reluctantly replied, “Well, OK.”
Then suddenly another younger looking, tall, thin woman, also wearing a white uniform, with long dark hair in a ponytail walked in and whispered to Nurse Christine. Then she walked over to Lauren and said, “Hi. I am Nurse Christine’s assistant. My name is Sherry and I will be helping Nurse Christine administer your treatment. Can I assist you with undressing?”
Lauren really felt embarrassed now. Lauren meekly responded and said, “Oh no. Thank you.”
“OK Sweetie, I will just stand nearby just in case I can be of assistance,” she said.
Lauren began to undress. She sat down on a tiny chair in the small room. She untied her shoes and took them off one at a time. Then she pulled off her socks and felt the cold tile floor beneath her feet. She stood up and began to unbutton her white blouse one button at a time. She opened it, and slowly slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on the hook. She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the zipper and pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out. She turned to hang them up.
She stood in there in her panties and bra, dreading what would be next. Sherry stood just a couple of feet away, smiling and looking on as Lauren continued. Lauren reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward from the waist as the bra slipped off her shoulders and off her breasts. At age 18, her breasts were size 34C. They were round, firm, and the nipples were large, pink, and erect. She didn’t want to continue but knew she had to. After she hung up her bra, she could feel Sherry watching her. She reached down to her waist and took hold of her panties on each side. She slowly pulled them down her legs and dropped them to her ankles and slowly stepped out of them. Sherry looked at Lauren standing there completely naked, smiling as she gazed at her large breasts and thin body. She looked down at her bushy brown pubic hair. Lauren was naked and quivering as she awkwardly tried to cover up her brown pubic hair with one hand, and her cover her breasts and erect nipples with her arm. But it was no use. She was completely exposed.
Lauren felt embarrassed and alone. She put her head down. She bent over to pick up the panties from the floor. Her bottom was now up the air. Sherry had a perfect rear view of Lauren’s anus, labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole slightly spread open. Sherry noticed pubic hair that had grown in the upper thigh and up into the anus. “Stay right there sweetie, don’t move”, she told Lauren. Lauren felt humiliated as she remained bent over naked while Sherry called out to Nurse Christine, “Could you please come over here and take a look at this?” When Nurse Christine came over, Sherry pointed to Lauren’s anus.
“Oh yes, I see,” Nurse Christine said. She determined the excess hair caused small particles to become trapped in the anal area causing it to stink. Because she was bent over, Lauren could even smell it and was very embarrassed.
The poor girl couldn’t have known until now; it’s a good thing we inspected her anus Nurse Christine thought. “She needs to have that anal pubic hair removed from the anus and inner thighs too. Also, it will need to be irrigated and scrubbed to eliminate that odor and get it good and clean. I’ll add this to her treatment.” She began to write on her clipboard and walked away.
“OK honey, you can stand up now,” Sherry said. “Now walk this way to the scale so we can weigh you.”
“But I…I’m naked, I don’t have any clothes on. Someone will see me!” Lauren said.
Lauren poked her head out from the tiny room. She could see Nurse Christine at the other end of the hall. She was getting a chill, quivering and shaking. Her breasts wiggled as she shook and the nipples were erect. Her body swayed from side to side as she continuously shifted her weight from one foot to the other because her bare feet would stick to the floor. She tried to cover up her pubic hair and nipples again.
“It’s ok honey” Sherry said in a gentle voice. No one will see you.”
Lauren could hear the sound of cars and voices of people outside of a nearby open window. This made her think the whole world would see if she walked out of that tiny room. But she did notice that the scale was not near a window. Being naked in front of these two women was bad enough; hopefully no one else would see her if she walked out of the room with nothing on she thought. Lauren timidly stepped out from the tiny room and walked gingerly with her hands at her sides, towards the scale where Nurse Christine was standing. As she walked, Sherry was behind her looking at her body. She noticed her head with her soft brown hair. She continued to visually scan down her neck, shoulders and arms, on down her back, which led to her narrow hips and her small tight buttocks which had a narrow crack, down her long slender legs, small round ankles and to her narrow bare feet, with slender toes. She thought about how she was going to assist Nurse Christine in giving Lauren a nice hot bath and body scrub.
Lauren continued slowly walking down the narrow corridor. Oh no! She suddenly stopped and covered her pubic hair and nipples with her hands. It’s the receptionist who greeted her earlier from the other side. She was sitting right in her path. She would have to walk by naked right in front of her. But wait, it looked like she was busy working and not even noticing her, so she continued walking. But right at the exact moment Lauren walked by the desk of the receptionist, she looked up and right at Lauren as she meekly walked by. Lauren was humiliated and put her head down. She felt ashamed and embarrassed because she was totally naked. Why do I have to walk through the office without any clothes on to get weighed? It makes no sense, she thought.
“Over here dear, step up onto the scale,” said Nurse Christine. Lauren stepped up onto the metal platform that felt cold on her bare feet and just stood there with her hands at her side. She could feel cool air brush all over her bare body. Nurse Christine moved the weights up and down the scale. “You may step down now dear,” Nurse Christine said, and wrote on her clipboard.
“Now, follow me to the examination room for the body inspection” said Sherry. “We’ll take your temperature there too. And we’ll use a rectal thermometer because it is more accurate.”
I hate those things Lauren thought. Being naked made her helpless to say or do anything. She submissively followed Sherry into another room and was told to stand and wait for Nurse Christine to return. She was glad this time she didn’t have to walk by the receptionist again. But because she was naked, she was getting a chill.
“I’m so cold” said Lauren, can I put something on?” she asked. Sherry said “I know it’s a little cool in here for you honey. We keep it that way when we are administering treatments. They make you feel, well, let’s just say, you won’t be cold very much longer.”
Lauren put her head down and sighed. Why do they keep calling my bath and hair washing “treatments” she wondered.
Nurse Christine walked in and said to Lauren, “Step over to the end of the exam table, stand with your feet apart and bend over.” Lauren knew a rectal thermometer would soon have to be entered into her anus and dreaded it.
Nurse Christine sat down on a stool behind Lauren’s bent over naked body. She was now at eye level to Lauren’s ass hole which she again could see pubic hair around it, and could smell that odor. Nurse Christine said, “Your anal opening is narrow and it will be difficult to see the center of your anus hole at this angle. Bend your knees a little honey, and put your rear end up as high as you can.” This put Lauren in an awkward squatting position. She heard the sound of snapping rubber as Nurse Christine and Sherry put on their latex gloves. “That’s better, I see it now” she said.
Nurse Christine looked deep into the anus to examine it. Sherry assisted by laying her hands on the fat part of the cheeks and spread Lauren’s small ass hole. Nurse Christine put a gloved finger into her anus hole and moved it around inside to determine its size and depth. It felt warm and soft. She removed her finger and picked up a rectal thermometer and lubricated it with KY jelly. She tried to insert the thermometer. She felt resistance and realized the opening was too narrow and she needed an anal probe to widen it. Lauren was probably resisting and tightening her muscles that surrounded the anal opening. “Bring me a size 2 for her” she said to Sherry.
Sherry knew what she meant and opened a drawer, pulled out a small metal probe, and walked back to where Lauren was bent over. Sherry lubricated the probe with KY jelly and inserted it into the small anus. The instrument was cold and hard. She squeezed the handle and the probe spread the ass hole wide open. Lauren felt like she wanted to have a bowel movement but she knew she was empty. “Good, now just hold the probe right there while I insert the thermometer into Lauren’s anus hole” Nurse Christine said to Sherry. Lauren felt the pressure of the rectal thermometer sliding deep into her anus. “How are you doing dear?” asked Nurse Christine.
“OK I guess” Lauren replied with her head down.
The two women began to chat and giggle while they waited for the temperature to register. Lauren kept very still and didn’t move. She just hoped the procedure would be over soon.
Nurse Christine removed the thermometer and got up and walked away. Sherry removed the probe and told Lauren she could stand up. Her crack, ass hole and anus felt warm and slippery. She stretched her arms up and arched her back as she stood naked. She wasn’t paying much attention to Nurse Christine who rolled a cart near her with a Water Pik filled with steaming hot water in the reservoir. She opened a small vile and added it to the water. Sherry placed a shallow tub on the floor and told Lauren to step into it. Nurse Christine sat back down and told Lauren to bend over again and put her rear end up in the air as high as she could. Sherry held the fat parts of those small cheeks and spread the ass hole wide open with her latex gloved hands. Nurse Christine clicked on the water pik. There was a buzzing sound of a small motor. She turned the small knob to adjust the water pressure to high. She picked up the handle of the water pik and aimed it at Lauren’s anus hole being held open. She said to Lauren, “Ok dear, now just relax.”
She pushed a button and out came a needle thin stream of hot water. She pointed it directly into Lauren’s spread open ass hole and anus, and began to move it up and down and around to irrigate the anus, labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole.
Lauren quickly put her head up. Her hair flew back and her body flinched. Her eyes were wide open with a look of shock on her face. She cried out, “Ow, ow, ow! That’s hot!”
Lauren assumed if she protested the temperature was too hot, Nurse Christine would stop. But both women actually knew how hot the water was, and she continued. It was part of the treatment. Sherry said to Lauren, “We need to clean out all the KY jelly after taking your temperature sweetie.”
But it’s too hot!” Lauren protested. “Ow, ow! ”
Sherry continued to hold Lauren’s ass hole open, “It’s ok sweetie. You are getting really clean.”
Nurse Christine steadily continued squirting streams of hot water into the labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole as it was slightly spread open. She turned the dial to increase the pressure to extra hihg. The hot water ran down Lauren’s legs and into the shallow tub she was standing in. Ahh! Ahh! Lauren screamed. She could hardly stand it.
“There, there dear. We’re just cleaning you up a bit. You’re ok,” said Nurse Christine.
“Ahh! Ahh! No more please, stop,” Lauren wailed. But there was nothing she could do. She had to endure the pain and humiliation as the two women continued to irrigate her ass hole and anus and entire genital areas with the Water Pik using hot, hot water.
When Nurse Christine stopped the irrigation, she hung up the Water Pik. Sherry dabbed the areas with gauze to remove the excess water. Then Lauren heard a click and a kind of whiny buzzing sound. What could that be she thought? Lauren felt the cold metal and vibrations inside her anal walls. Nurse Christine was sliding a hair trimmer downward in tiny strokes in her anus. “I’m just removing that nasty old pubic hair that has grown up into your anal and genital areas honey. This will help keep you clean and really reduce the stinky odor too.”
Lauren was so humiliated. Why or why must I go through this she thought?
After the shaving, Lauren felt cool liquid being poured over her entire buttocks, and flow down into her anus and ass hole opening. Sherry massaged the liquid into the skin using a circular motion over her entire buttocks. Nurse Christine chose a medium round brush from the tray and began to scrub Lauren’s left cheek vigorously, as a thick lather began to build up. This caused Lauren’s whole body to shake with the scrubbing motion, and she had difficulty standing still. “Hold on to the sides Lauren” Sherry said, as she began to hold Lauren’s hips in place to reduce the movement.
Nurse Christine shifted the scrubbing to the other cheek. She scrubbed vigorously giving Lauren’s buttocks extra special attention and treatment. She scrubbed around and around, making small circles all over the cheeks while the lather and bubbles increased as she did. After about 10 minutes she stopped. “OK Sherry, you can rinse her now” Nurse Christine said to Sherry.
Sherry began to pour a pitcher of fresh hot water all over Lauren’s tight buttocks and rinse off the lather, rubbing the cheeks while she poured. The hot water ran down the back of Lauren’s thighs and into the shallow tub she was still standing in. Lauren shook her legs causing her buttocks to shake and quiver. “Ahh! Ahh!” she screamed.
“It’s ok Lauren. It’s ok.” Sherry told her as she continued pouring the hot water onto her. When it looked like she was done, Sherry said to Nurse Christine, “Ready for the anal scrub now.”
- The End -
“Tomorrow? Are you sure?” Kylie rubbed her forehead in confusion. She could have sworn that Nathan’s check-up was scheduled for today; she’d checked her Blackberry twice before undergoing the complex preparations involved in taking an infant out of the house for an extended period of time. But the Blackberry would only confirm the note she made to herself, and Kylie had to admit that she’d had a lot on her mind the last six months. (And the nine months before that, as well…)
But Doctor Saunders’ receptionist just smiled apologetically, and swiveled the screen around so that Kylie could see it. “Says right here, Tuesday morning, eleven AM. I’m sorry, dear.”
Kylie chuckled ruefully, and rummaged around in her purse for her Blackberry. Once she’d found it, she adjusted the sling slightly before Nathan could begin fussing about his new position, and pulled up her calendar. The whole thing had come to seem effortless, now. “Let me just make a note of that,” she said. “I’m sorry, Marie, you probably think I’m such a scatterbrain.” (Being on a first-name basis with everyone in her pediatrician’s office–another thing Kylie hadn’t expected a year or so ago.)
Marie shook her head lightly. “No, of course not, dear! You probably just made a little typo with the date or something. Folks do it all the time…and better to come in a day early than a day late, right?”
Kylie tapped a few buttons, moving the little note that read ‘doc appt’ from Monday to Tuesday. “Good point,” she said absently, saving the changes and closing the calendar. With that done, she looked back up at Marie and smiled. “And at least it gets me out of the house. When I decided to do the stay-at-home mom thing, I was worried I’d get overwhelmed, you know? But it turns out that the biggest danger is boredom!”
She reached down and gave her son a reassuring pat on the head. “I know that once he starts crawling, I’ll look back on days like these and wish for a little more boredom. But right now, it’s just nice to talk to someone who can talk back.”
Marie giggled, turning her monitor back to face her. “Oh, you know you’re always welcome here, and so is little Nathan! I just wish we had an opening so that you wouldn’t have a wasted trip.”
Kylie shrugged. “No worries. It’s not far or anything, and like I say, it gets me out of the house.” She slipped her Blackberry back in her purse. “So I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven, then?”
“Sounds good!” Marie replied, making a note on her computer and giving Nathan a little wave. “Bye bye, baby!” Nathan gave her a sleepy smile, before burrowing his face into his mother’s side.
“Bye, Marie!” Kylie said, giving the receptionist a wave of her own and heading back out the way they’d come. Already, she was thinking about what she was going to do when she got home. First thing first, she needed to pump; Nathan had eaten his fill just before they’d gotten here, but her breasts were already aching. She might have given birth to one child, but her body seemed to think that she was Octomom or something.
Kylie got into the elevator and hit the ‘B’ button. She wondered idly if she shouldn’t talk to Doctor Saunders about that tomorrow, during Nathan’s check-up; maybe there was something she could do about the excess milk. At least maybe she’d know why Kylie’s breasts always seemed to have enough milk to run their own dairy farm. She giggled at the mental image. “‘Kylie’s Milk’,” she said out loud. “With absolutely no bovine growth hormone, because there’s absolutely no bovines!”
The elevator dinged, and Kylie headed down the hallway towards the stairs. Technically speaking, she knew she should probably make an appointment with her own doctor to ask about something like that. After all, Doctor Saunders was a pediatrician, not an ob/gyn. But Kylie always seemed to get better advice from Doctor Saunders. Her old doctor…well, Kylie hadn’t minded seeing a male gynecologist the way some women had, but she had to admit, there was something nice about being able to talk to a doctor who knew exactly what she meant when she said, “My boobs hurt.”
Kylie opened the stairwell door with one hand, neatly balancing the weight of the child against the weight of the purse and diaper bag, and started down the stairs. After the first week or so, she’d found that she didn’t even think twice about all the stuff she had to carry; it just became automatic to her. She was thinking more about her breasts, now; she almost wished that Nathan would start crying just so she’d have an excuse to nurse him. But no, he was almost entirely asleep now. Kylie would just have to wait until she got home. She reached into her purse with her free hand, checking to make sure the car keys were there.
Kylie got to the bottom of the stairs, opened the door, and headed out into the hallway again. She made a right, then a left, then another right, the corridors of the clinic as familiar to her by now as her own house. She could probably find her way out to the parking lot in her sleep, if she had to; Kylie giggled again, imagining herself sleepwalking through a hospital. She could picture it, wandering around with her arms sticking out in front of her, eyes open just enough to see but still sound asleep…the mental image seemed peculiarly vivid, somehow, like she’d seen it in a movie or something. Did ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ have something like that in it?
Kylie took one last right, then headed down another small flight of steps to a windowless door. She opened it…and stopped. This wasn’t the parking lot.
Instead, she was in a white room with a low, padded table in the center of it. There seemed to be a lot of equipment surrounding it, hoses and tubes and all sorts of things whose purpose Kylie couldn’t begin to guess. Doctor Saunders was there, along with two of the nurses; they looked like they were getting the whole bizarre set-up ready for something, probably the patient that Marie was talking about. Oddly enough, the room smelled vaguely like maple syrup.
“Oh!” Kylie said, as she took it all in. “I’m sorry, Doctor Saunders, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” She leaned back out, looking for a sign on the door that would tell her where she’d wound up. “I can’t think how it happened.”
Doctor Saunders looked up at her and smiled. Suddenly, the words ‘can’t think’ seemed to take on an echoey quality in the back of Kylie’s head, like someone was remixing her last sentence in her mind. “Oh, Kylie, glad to see you again!” Doctor Saunders said. “It’s so good of you to volunteer like this.”
Kylie furrowed her brow in consternation. “Volunteer?” she asked, almost as much to herself as to Doctor Saunders. She didn’t remember volunteering for anything. She reached half-heartedly for her Blackberry, but her motion trailed off into a vague wave as she struggled to think of how she’d gotten here (can’t think…) and what she’d volunteered to do (can’t think…) She barely even noticed Nurse Crane undoing the sling and lifting Nathan out with practiced ease.
“Yes, you volunteered to donate milk,” Doctor Saunders said patiently. Behind her, Nurse Crane took Nathan through another door and out of sight. Kylie didn’t even feel the briefest stab of worry, though. These women had been helping her take care of Nathan ever since he was born; he’d be perfectly safe with Nurse Crane for an hour or so, while she…she…
“I need…to give milk,” Kylie said absently. That was why she came down here, she remembered. Her breasts ached with the need to pump, and what with her having so much milk, it only made sense for her to go ahead and pump while she was here at the hospital. They’d be able to make good use of her excess milk, and relieve some of the discomfort she was feeling at the same time. She couldn’t think how she’d forgotten about it. Her hands found their way to the buttons of her blouse and began to undo them slowly, automatically.
“That’s right, Kylie,” Doctor Saunders said coaxingly, “you need to give milk. You remember just what to do, don’t you, dear?” She patted the table gently, but Kylie didn’t need the reminder at all. Everything slotted into her brain neatly and easily as she took her blouse off and undid her bra, revealing large, heavy tits that were so swollen with milk that she couldn’t wait to let it flow. Kylie whimpered softly as she climbed up onto the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees, feeling her tits hang down like udders.
“There you go,” Doctor Saunders said, looking deep into her eyes and stroking her cheek. She slipped a small pill into Kylie’s mouth, and Kylie swallowed it almost without noticing. “I’m so proud of you. This is such a wonderful, generous act, Kylie.” As she spoke, Nurse Dayton moved Kylie’s dress in order to put restraints around Kylie’s wrists and ankles. That was totally necessary, Kylie knew. She might thrash around accidentally if she wasn’t restrained, and it was very important that she not move too much while the milking machine was going.
“I’m sorry I forgot, Doctor…Saunders,” Kylie said softly, feeling herself go strangely passive as she felt the straps tighten next around her knees and elbows. The restraints made her feel helpless…and as her chin sagged into Doctor Saunders’ supporting hands, Kylie realized just how warm and good that was. “You must think I’m such a…scatterbrain…”
Doctor Saunders reached up with one hand and petted Kylie’s hair, still holding Kylie’s gaze with her own. “Not at all,” she said soothingly. “As long as you remembered well enough to come down here, it’s just fine that you were a bit of a scatterbrain. It’s not such a bad thing to be, is it? It feels nice when you try to remember, and your thoughts all…scatter.” Kylie shivered a little at the words, or perhaps at the way she said them just as Nurse Dayton began to massage her breasts with skin cream.
“Scatter…” Kylie said helplessly. The word seemed to be all alone in her head, now; she couldn’t remember the last time she blinked, and everything else seemed to be fading away into the distance except for Doctor Saunders’ eyes and the feeling of Nurse Dayton, slowly working the flesh of her heavy tits. She shuddered, but the restraints kept her from moving around too much. All she could do was crouch there on her hands and knees, waiting for the milking machine. That was all she wanted to do. Every other thought had simply scattered away to the forgotten corners of her mind, leaving her docile and passive and blank and accepting.
“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Nurse Dayton slid the harness over Kylie’s chest. Once she’d made sure that the pumps were properly aligned with Kylie’s nipples, she tightened the apparatus so that it fit snugly against Kylie’s body, giving it an experimental tug to make sure there was no give. Only then did she reach over and press the button to activate the milking machine.
“Unnnh!” Kylie went rigid in a mixture of surprise and delight as the pumps started up; she always managed to forget the way this felt, somehow, and so it always came as such a thrilling shock to her how good it was when the milking machine began its relentless suction. She felt it work her nipples in an endless rhythm, tugging her left one from the base all the way up to the tip until it spurted out warm milk; then it released the pressure to focus on the other nipple. And just as she felt the delicious tickle of stimulation crest in her right breast, it began all over again with her left.
“And doesn’t this feel good, Kylie?” Doctor Saunders was asking. She was too lost in the sensation to answer, but it didn’t matter because Doctor Saunders answered for her and Doctor Saunders was always right. “Of course it does. You feel so proud of yourself for giving your milk like this. You know it’s the right thing to do, the pleasant thing to do, the happiest thing to do. It’s so good of you to give of yourself like this that you want to do it whenever you can. And you want your body to make as much milk as you can, so you can give like this even more often. You take the medicine we give you that helps you make even more milk, and you’re happy to do so.”
“Guh! Nnnh! Yhh!” Kylie wanted to say ‘yes’, but she couldn’t make her mouth work properly; the milking machine kept tweaking and tugging at her nipples, left then right then left then right, over and over and over again until she couldn’t think of anything else. Every time she’d start to form a sentence, a word, or even a thought, she felt that delicious suction on her nips and it would wash it away on a tide of ecstasy. It was easier simply to let Doctor Saunders’ words fill her pleasure-saturated mind, let Doctor Saunders think for her so that she could focus her whole attention on the way the milking machine relieved the ache in her tits and left nothing behind but shivery bliss.
“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said, her words pulling the thoughts out of Kylie’s mind the same way the machine sucked the milk out of her breasts. “Feels so very, very good, dear…and what is it doing to you?”
Kylie bucked her hips as best she could with her body tightly restrained. “H…hhhh…horny,” she whimpered out, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. “hot, need to…ofuck, horny…” The word came to mind as though she’d been prompted; a tiny part of Kylie realized that it was because she had, but then she felt another surge of pleasure and arousal and the knowledge washed away once more.
“That’s right, dear,” Doctor Saunders said, still petting her cheek. The touch seemed to flow all the way down her body, joining with the endless and unstoppable sensations of the milking machine to pulse right into her clit. “You always get so horny when you’re giving milk, don’t you?”
Kylie nodded. “Yesyesyes,” she whimpered out, remembering the way she’d always jump her husband after the evening feedings, so hot from the stimulation of her nipples that she needed sex right then. But her husband wasn’t there…Kylie groaned in frustration.
But Doctor Saunders was. “Tell us what you need, dear,” and the moment she said it, Kylie knew exactly what she needed. She needed the same thing she always needed, when the milking machine made her mindless with need and desire.
“Need to cum,” Kylie keened out, the words a long wail of agonized, helpless, desperate arousal. “Neeeeeed…”
“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered in her ear, as Nurse Dayton pulled her skirt all the way up and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered again and again, as Nurse Dayton slid two fingers into Kylie’s sopping pussy and thrust them back and forth against Kylie’s bucking, grinding hips. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Kylie felt her cunt clench around the nurse’s fingers as she came.
After that, Kylie felt her mind go even more blank and accepting as the drifting haze of afterglow combined with the rhythm of the milking machine to lull her into an empty, mindless trance. The maple syrup smell drifted into her nostrils even stronger now, almost as though it was coming from her skin, but she didn’t think about it. She heard Doctor Saunders speak, but the words scattered from Kylie’s memory even as she heard them. She only knew they were important to remember, and even more important to remember to forget.
Kylie didn’t know how long the trance lasted. She only realized that it was over when she felt the suction stop, and Nurse Dayton unhooked the pumps from her breasts. She sagged down as Nurse Dayton undid the restraints, unable even to roll onto her back without the help of the other two women. Her whole body trembled gently with pleasure as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.
“Still a little bit left, I think,” Doctor Saunders said. She stroked Kylie’s chin gently, smiling down into the other woman’s vacant eyes. “But you’re such a generous soul, aren’t you, Kylie? You want to give it all, don’t you, dear?”
“…yes…” Kylie sighed out, unable to think of any other response.
“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders husked out one last time, before she leaned down and pursed her mouth around Kylie’s nipple. Nurse Dayton took the other breast, and Kylie sighed in mindless bliss as the two of them began to suck.