“Come with me Lang,” said the guard opening the cell door.  “Why? Where are we going?” said Martha Lang in a timid voice.  Martha had been sentenced to 30 days in the county jail for shoplifting.  It was a stupid thing to do and she knew it the instant she got caught.  It was day 10 of her sentence and today she stayed in her cell rather than work in the jail laundry.

“You can’t pull that sick call routine on me,” said the guard, “You’re going to the infirmary for a full check up.”  Martha hadn’t been feeling well for several days.  The jail food service did not agree with her and she was severely constipated.  “Get moving Lang,” said the guard as she pulled Martha’s arm almost dragging her out of the cell.

As they entered the infirmary the guard called over to the nurse, “Check this lazy bitch out will you?”  “Glad to,” replied the nurse who got up from her desk and opened the door to an examination room.  Martha meekly walked into the room.

“Sit down,” said the nurse pointing to the exam table.  “Here, put this on,” she went on tossing her an examination gown.  As Martha pulled off her jail issue cotton dress, the nurse filled out the patient registration form.  “The doctor will be with you shortly,” said the nurse in a very harsh voice.

In a few minutes, the doctor walked in the room. “OK Lang, what is the problem?” he said in a very tired voice.  “Well, my stomach……..,” Martha started to say when she was interrupted.  “You constipated, correct?” said the doctor.  “Well, yes,” said Martha in a very small voice, “If I could just have a laxative or something….,” The young doctor interrupted, “When you get your medical license you can write the prescriptions, OK?  The nurse will be with you in a bit,” he said as he walked out the door. (more…)

We were all tired and slept late. Last night’s fun had really been exhausting. I woke up, still a little sore but very pleased with myself, with the two lovely girls laying in my bed and with the world in general. How is it that a good bout of sexual activity can change your outlook on the day ?

After dragging ourselves out of bed and waking up (in that order), we started packing and loading up my van. It was done quickly. I hung up a sign, locked up my shop and by early afternoon we were on the road south.

Ah, the freedom of the road. You won’t find any budding Jack Kerouacs travelling Europe’s highways in this day and age. Probably not in earlier decades either. But even so it is always exhilarating to leave the virtual urban sprawl of Belgium behind and head for the open rolling countryside of France.

I won’t bore you with a travelogue of where we went or what we saw. We made the best time we could to get south of Paris before evening. Then we entered the real France, a seemingly endless progression of small towns, villages and hamlets. I had been along this route and others numerous times and never tired of it. There was a timeless quality to the places we passed. (more…)

 

Her sister walked in carrying a large bowl of water and a towel and washcloth over her arm. She placed the bowl on the floor next to the bed, and she laid the towel and washcloth on the bed next to Katie. I noticed that she had also closed her robe and tied it tightly in the front. I could not tell whether she had put any panties on. She left the room and returned shortly with several items: a disposable razor, scissors, and a can of shaving cream. All of these she placed on the nightstand next to the bed. She stood next to the bed and discussed something with Katie which resulted in Katie sitting up on the bed, propped up on her elbows, with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

Katie slid forward on the bed so that her legs were entirely off of the bed and her ass was on the edge of the bed ( I was soon to be enticed by that position, too). Now she was again lying back on the bed, as her sister made preparations at the dresser. She turned to face the window and I could see that she held a wet washcloth. As she was approached by her sister, Katie spread her legs extremely wide, and the wet washcloth was laid over her pussy. Her sister placed her hand upon the washcloth, “pressing it into place”, I guess. (more…)

It was too warm a day to be Fall. The late Boston afternoon sun was hovering over the horizon as Ginney hurried home this balmy September Tuesday afternoon. Ginney wasn’t thinking about the weather or the warm sun on her bare arms as she rushed along. No, she only could think of getting home on time.

Her long blond hair blew in the light breeze as she briskly walked the mile or so to her house. Her short pleated skirt flipped above her knee high socks revealing a touch of bare skin at the top of her long legs. The neck high white sweater clung lovingly to a voluptuous 18 year pair of magnificent and sensual breasts.

She had left school early at the demand of her stepmother who insisted that she be home by 4:30 or else. Any time she had been late in the past she had been spanked, sometimes whipped, so she hurried along as fast as she could recounting the day’s events and more importantly wondering why her mother wanted her home so early.

The afternoon was punctuated by a call from Ms Alcott, the Prep School nurse, who had summoned Ginney into her office between the third and fourth period with a message from her stepmother, Martha Elliott. (more…)

The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I would still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having surgery to correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I wanted to get it out of the way while there was a lull between seasons. I’m a law student, but I pay my way through school by working as a catalog model. Catalogs come out all year ’round, but I’m mostly used in spring and summer catalogs – I’m the healthy, girl-next-door type and I do a lot of sports clothes, swim suits, summer dresses. I get some work for fall/winter catalogs too, but I make the bulk of my money on the spring/summer issues.

I’m tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now because it’s more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my fingers through it and I’m all set for the day. I’m tall, 5’9″ and have a good figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my best feature and I’ve done some stocking advertisements too. As for the rest of my background – well, I’ve been married but it only lasted a year. He wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career. (more…)

I hear a knock on my office door. As I open the door I am greeted by the sight of two sensuous students, Susan and Linda. Susan is a brunette with large, dark, inviting eyes. She has a slender figure, with small, firm breasts, a tiny waist, and a nicely rounded ass. Linda is a voluptuous blond. She has a beautiful face, framed by long blond hair. Her figure flows from her abundant mammaries, to a slender waist and then expands into her full, round ass. Both these freshman nursing students really fill out their student nurse uniforms. They both are freshman nursing students in my anatomy class. Unfortunately, neither of them are doing well in the class. I do welcome their presence in lecture, because they wear short skirts to class. Since the lectures are given in a large amphitheater and these two do not keep their legs together, I have a very nice view of their crotch all during class. I often have thought about screwing these two, but no opportunity has presented itself. That is until now.

“Hello Susan and Linda, What can I do for you?”

“Professor, we know that we are failing anatomy. We want to know if there is anything we can do to improve our grade in your course. Perhaps you could give us some special tutoring.”

“Well Susan, I think that special tutoring sessions can be arranged. After all, its still early in the semester so you both still have time to raise your grade. Both of you come into my office and sit down.”

As I begin my tutoring session, I explain to the girls that they must come in twice a week for the remainder of the semester to pass the course. They quickly agree. I ask them some questions to break the ice: (more…)

I work as a nurse in a Doctor’s office. Our clinic specializes in fitness assessments and doing executive physicals for local corporations. I deal with assholes (literally and figuratively) on a daily basis.

On a typical day I supervise the prepping of patients for proctological exams and, in the case of female patients, assist the male physicians in performing the “procto” exam.

The prep work on patients consists of instructing them on how to administer an enema prior to the procto. Most of the time the patients administer their own enemas but occasionally a patient does not want to do so and I administer the enema. On extremely rare occasions I get to give an enema to a beautiful woman!

One case that I will never forget involves Emma. Emma is a stunningly attractive marketing executive with a local firm. Two years ago she came in for her routine annual company physical. Emma had broken her arm in a skiing accident 4 weeks before and still had her right arm in a half cast. As I was doing the preliminary work-up on her prior to the physical, I noticed that she had recently turned 36. I told her, “Emma the policy of your company is to include a proctological examination of your colon in the physical exam past the age of 35.” (more…)