Playing Doctor
Michael didn’t know if he should do it, but it would be the only chance they had. It’s not that you could go back to the beginning, the first time he would see her naked. The chance for the humiliation would be gone. Though they had kissed often, their hands touching each other during their passionate embraces, they still had not had sex, though Michael felt it was close. It had been hard to keep their lust from the rest of the world, their eyes meeting too often, brief passionate kisses when no one was looking. They were sitting across from each other at lunch, just another business lunch for anyone that didn’t know their secret. He had hoped that he had her right. He had seen little hints in her behavior with him. The way she let his tongue explore her mouth so passionately, her hands at her sides as his hands touched her body intimately, the way she allowed his hands to take hers, touching his cock while his hand guided her motions. He had never allowed his darkest fantasies to become reality. He was taking a chance that she would react negatively, forever tarnishing their relationship. He had it all planned out, all he needed was her acceptance.
He was looking at her strangely as if he was imaging something, a thought that excited her. Was Michael the man that would rock her sex life? The man that would overpower her and take her as she wanted to be taken? All her life she had these fantasies, even going as far as telling Jaz of them, jealous when Jaz told her of playing Master/Servant girl with Guy. “You have a strange glean in your eye.” She looked at him, almost seeing him blush when she said it.
“I want to ask you something, but I’m almost afraid it will ruin our relationship.” He waited, looking into her big blue eyes to see if he could ascertain a response.
Was he asking her if she
would go to bed with him, her body eager to enjoy their first lovemaking? “If we’re to continue to have a relationship,
it must grow beyond what it is now. I’m
ready to go to bed with you, if that is what you are asking.” In fact she was eager to have him take
her. Her statement didn’t seem to ease
his fears, his eyes still searching. What was he talking about?
“So am I, but I’m not sure that we have the same thing in mind.” There, he had opened up the subject, no turning back now.
She smiled at him, hoping to make him at ease. “I’m not exactly a prude regarding sex,” she added. “A good relationship is one that satisfies each others desires.” She hoped he would satisfy her desire to be dominated. The word quickly raced through her mind, never quite admitting to wanting to be dominated, though all the actions she desired were precisely that. A far cry from what she desired in her business life.
I enjoy fantasies, and I have one that I would like to share with you.” He waited to let it sink in. “This one would only be realistic as long as we have not had sex yet.” His cock jerked to attention, pushing out his pants at the thought that raced through his mind.
Lorinda was puzzled, not sure what he was talking about but eager to learn more. Maybe Michael had a real dark side to him, and that thought had her pussy getting wet at what he wanted to do to her. “You have my attention,” she said, slipping her foot out of her shoe and moving it up between his legs. She saw him jump when her toes wiggled on the inside of his thighs, Lorinda wished she could slouch more in the chair to caress his cock with her toes. She stretched them instead, finding a hard cock only inches away. “And your attention, I see,” she said smiling coyly.
It startled him when her toes touched him, and he looked down to see her toes between his legs, wiggling so close to his throbbing cock. He almost came when her toes touched his cock. “This is hard,” he replied jokingly. “You make it that way.”
“I enjoy making it hard for you,” she teased him back, the awkward moment broken. She pulled her foot back, slipping back into her shoe. “Your wish is my command.” There she said it, surrendering her body to his desires, hoping that he would fulfill her desires at the same time.
“I have a friend of mine that is a gynecologist. A very good friend.” He waited to let it sink in.
“A very interesting profession. I imagine many men envy him, able to explore so many women intimately.” She had a woman gynecologist, not sure that she would be at ease with a man looking so intimately at her in such a sterile surrounding. “Continue,” she said, eager to find out where all this was going.
“As I said, he has been a friend of mine since high school, both of us sharing our most intimate secrets about women. And fantasies. I told him about one of mine many years ago, but had never found the right person to share it with. He had agreed to help me if I found the right person. I think that person is you.” He waited with bated breath until Lorinda leaned closer to him.
Did he want her to be examined by him while he watched? She gave him a puzzled look, but was eager to hear more. “You have me wet with desire,” she whispered across the table.
“Since I have never seen you naked or had sex with you, our bodies are new to each other. Before that happens, I would like to examine you in his office.” He waited, seeing her widen at his suggestion. “As Doctor Michael.” There he said it, glad it was out in the open. “He said I could use his office on Sunday.”
Her pussy gushed with juices when he said it. Doctor Michael. The images raced through her mind, her body in the dreaded chair, Michael between her naked legs, his hands pushing a speculum deep inside her pussy, opening it up as he peered so intimately inside her. “Why would you enjoy this?” She wanted to know.
“I think I would enjoy the humiliation of you submitting to such an intimate examination by me. This would be the first time I would see you naked.” He waited, hoping his desires were not too perverse for her.
She leaned in closer to him. “It makes your cock hard to humiliate me?” She waited for a moment. “There would be no one else there? Just me and Doctor Michael?”
“Doctor Michael would explore you intimately. Far more than your gynecologist. You would have to submit to him. And he would be alone, no nurse to watch for improprieties. You would be subject to his whims.” He wished he could grab his cock, better yet he wished she would.
She leaned back in her chair and smiled at him. “It’s been a while since I had an exam. What time and date is my appointment?” She said it, her panties drenched at the thought of it.
“Sunday at one. This Sunday.” It was the day after tomorrow, just enough time for Michael to get prepared.
“I’m always prompt.” The waiter came over, interrupting their conversation. It was hard to order, her mind racing to the thoughts of Sunday. She finally managed to order a salad, Michael doing the same. When the waiter left, their conversation had already turned to the campaign as if the whole thing had not even taken place though Lorinda could see a different sparkle in Michael’s eyes as he looked at her. As if he could see through her clothes and was already seeing her naked for the first time. She could almost feel her skin becoming flush as if she were embarrassed by his lustful gazes. She could only imagine how it would be on Sunday with Doctor Michael.
* * * * *
Lorinda put on the clothes, looking in the mirror at her reflection. She had shopped all day yesterday to find just the right thing. She walked into the living room, where Jaz was reading the Sunday paper, waiting for Guy to pick her up for Sunday brunch at the Catamaran Resort. Jaz looked up quickly from the paper, than her eyes opened wide in surprise. “Damn Girl, what are you up to?”
Lorinda stood in the middle of the living room in the outfit
she bought yesterday. It was a blue
plaid schoolgirl skirt, high up her thighs, barely covering her panties. She had a plain white button down blouse that
hugged her breasts, the demur top doing more to highlight them than hide
them. You could make out a glimpse of a
white lacey bra beneath it, though the blouse was buttoned to the collar, a
tiny blue scarf tied at the neck hanging down almost to her waist. She wore a pair of long blue socks that went
almost to her knees, a pair of black Patton leather shoes finishing out the
outfit. “I have a Doctor’s appointment
at
“This is Sunday. And personally, you look like a schoolgirl looking to get molested.” Jaz laughed, sure that there was an explanation, though she was sure that it would be logical.
“I have a gynecological exam at one.” She waited as Jaz tried to fight from laughing out loud. “With Doctor Michael.” Her pussy got wet as soon as she said it.
“I’m sure you do,” Jaz added. “Just get the hell out of her before Guy sees you and wants to play the same game. I still haven’t got past the Master/Servant girl fantasy, and I’m not sure if I have the nerve to play Doctor/Patient.” Jaz waited for a moment. “I thought you two haven’t had sex yet?”
“We haven’t. I guess you can call this foreplay,” Lorinda wasn’t sure what to call it. All she knew was that she couldn’t keep her mind from it since Friday. She even restrained herself from an orgasm, though she couldn’t keep her hands from herself. After two days she really needed to cum, sure that Doctor Michael would find some excuse to masturbate her during the exam, her pussy dripping at the mere mention of the word exam.
“You two have a good play time,” Jaz kidded her. “And try not to break the toys.”
Jaz was still laughing as Lorinda went out the door, rushing
quickly to her car, not sure if she wanted the neighbors to see her dressed
like this, though at the beach, it was not that uncommon. Lorinda raced to the address Michael gave to
her, a small single story building in
Michael waited until the chime rang though he already knew Lorinda was coming, catching a glimpse of her as she got out of the car. God, she looked the part in the outfit. He walked out behind the reception counter. He smiled at her. “You must be Lorinda. I’m Doctor Haff, but you may call me Doctor Michael. All my patients do.” His cock throbbed as he saw her up close in that outfit, excited at slowly stripping it from her body.
She shook his hand, the electricity shocking her as their hands touched, his hand feeling so much softer, though she still noticed how large his hands were. He was dressed in a long white doctor’s coat, a stethoscope around his neck. God, he even looked the part, a pair of glasses on his face. “Hello Doctor Michael. I’m sorry I’m so nervous. I never had a gynecological exam before. I’m afraid I don’t know what to expect.” She gave him that innocent look, her eyes pleading with him.
He held her hand a bit longer. “Don’t worry Lorinda. I know just the right way to handle a young, innocent girl like you. I will tell you exactly what to do, all you have to do is obey me.” He liked the way she was playing along, knowing this was going to be even better than he expected.
“I will do whatever you want Doctor Michael,” grinning sheepishly. “Just be gentle with me.”
Michael took her hand, leading her off into the exam room. He opened the door, watching her eyes as she took in the room.
It was even more elaborate than her doctor’s exam room. She looked around the room, her eyes drawn instantly to the black leather exam chair. It was different, this one had a back that was up like a chair, though she was sure that it would recline. In the front were the dreaded stirrups, but each one had a thick black leather strap around it, sure that they were meant to hold a slim ankle securely in the stirrup. She noticed more leather straps on the chair, something she never saw in her doctor’s office, sure that Michael had brought them himself. She got excited at being bound in the chair. “Why the straps Doctor Michael?”
“Those are for your protection Lorinda. They will keep your body still and prevent sudden movements that may cause you internal damage. It is much easier that way.” He answered quickly, surprised by her question.
Not only was there that chair, but a long padded table was nearby, as well as a low padded table that was very low and odd shaped, Lorinda not sure of its use.
Michael saw her puzzled look at the one table. “That allows the patient to be bent over, the head lower than the body, the posterior thrust out for examination.” He had added more straps, including one that wrapped around the waist, pinning the body in the bent over position.
It never occurred to Lorinda that he would exam her anally, the one table obviously built to open her anally to probing by the Doctor. “Will it hurt? To be examined anally?”
“It’s just a bit uncomfortable, not painful. It’s important to be examined
internally.” Was she afraid of that?
It all of sudden became so much more humiliating, never realizing that he would touch her backside. She had never let a boy touch her back there, never even thinking it as erogenous. But she was sure that Doctor Michael would have no qualms about doing such a thing. “Yes Sir,” she answered nervously. She saw the tables with the white cloth over them, sure that they covered the instruments he intended to use on her, including the dreaded speculum. How would it feel to have it inside her, his fingers opening it up to expose her most intimate secrets to his prying eyes? She was getting real nervous now, this being far more than she had expected, her arousal diminishing, her fear increasing.
“Let’s begin Lorinda. Please lay down on the table,” his hand pulling her over to the padded leather table. He watched as she sat down on it, the short skirt pulled up high on her legs, her legs coyly together, hiding from his view the white panties he was sure that she was wearing. She had played the part to perfection, the outfit enticing. “Lean back,” his placed his hand on her shoulder to guide her back until she reclined on the table. Her legs almost went up in the air as he did so, his hand gripping her ankles and swinging them up onto the table until she was spread out on her back. He stood over her. “Relax now,” he said hoping to reassure her. “First there are some questions I need to ask you. They are very personal and intimate but it is important that I know your sexual history. One in four women gets a sexually transmitted disease during their lifetime. These diseases can cause sterility, cancer as well as problems with pregnancy, childbirth and infant health,” Doctor Michael stated to her. “Very often, women have no symptoms. That is why it is important for me to know whether you are at risk for sexually transmitted infections. Don’t let your embarrassment become a health risk.”
She took a deep breath, staring up at him in his white doctor’s coat, the look of prim and proper as he stared down at her, her body spread out on the table for him. She kept her legs pinned tightly together. “Yes Doctor Michael,” she answered.
“Are you a virgin?”
“No.” She waited for the next question.
“I need a bit more of an answer each time. The questions are meant to invoke a necessary dialogue about your sexual history, not a yes or no answer.” He rebuffed her, setting the tone of the examination.
“Sorry. I’ve had sex a number of times. I lost my virginity at the age of sixteen.” She added, “I enjoy sex.”
“Much better. How about oral sex?”
“Not sure whether you mean giving or receiving. I much more enjoy giving oral sex than receiving it. I have engaged in it a number of times. All of them satisfying.” She watched his expression, looking at the bulge in his pants. “I had boys cum in my mouth, but I have never swallowed.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I like the taste of cum,” the taste of the thick salty crème suddenly flooding her mouth as if in a dream.
“Any particular reason why you enjoy giving more than receiving?” He was curious.
She wasn’t sure if she should tell him. If he was truly her doctor, she would have no qualms, but this was giving her future lover all of her secret desires. “I get a strange tingling between my legs when a man puts his hands on my head, guiding my movements for his satisfaction. It’s hard to explain.”
“How about anal sex? Have you ever been sodomized?” He waited patiently for this one, sure that she was still a virgin in her ass.
“NO!” She blurted it out so loud that she even shocked herself. She had never even considered that before, the thought of having a cock up her ass reminding her of gay men. She wondered what it was going to be like when Doctor Michael probed her backside, sure that he was going to.
“You seem to be very adamant about sodomy. Any particular reason?” He wanted to know.
She calmed down, not sure why it provoked such a rebuff. “I never even considered it an erogenous zone.” She waited, not sure what else she should admit to. “Never mind a place to have sex.”
“You’d be surprised at the nerve endings in the anus. You might find it very stimulating. And some women enjoy the pleasure they can give the man when she receives his organ in her anal tract. It has a different feeling for the man’s organ, the muscles much more stimulating to the organ, the woman often not able to control the clenching and unclenching of her muscles on his organ.” He wanted to see her reaction, Michael very much of a lover of anal sex.
“Isn’t it painful for the woman?” Jaz hadn’t experience anal sex before, or at least she never mentioned it, sure that it would have come up in one of their talks.
“It does require a bit of discomfort for the woman, having something that thick and long in her anal tract. But with the proper stimulation of her clitoris during anal sex, many women are able to achieve orgasm while being sodomized.”
“And it would be the ultimate submission to the man by the woman,” she added. “To give pleasure in spite of the pain.”
“Yes, many women find pleasure in submission. It is the ultimate gift a woman can give to her mate. In some cases, the female submits to pain for the male. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure, especially when the female is sexually aroused.” He waited for her response, seeing her look up at him with a strange look in her eyes.
“And what about the man? What gratification does he receive from inflicting pain on the woman?” His questions were going far beyond what she would have considered even discussing with a new lover.
“Some men enjoy a submissive female. Having a bound, naked female on your bed can be very stimulating. Unable to stop the man from taking her in any manner he chooses, from her mouth to her vagina to sodomizing her. The woman often finds that bondage prevents her from having to choose, her body having to accept whatever the man desires.” It was time to end this line of questioning, it was going far beyond what he had expected. He thought he could catch of hint of submissive in her, but he would soon find out for sure. “Let us begin with the exam,” he said by way of cutting off the conversation.
He put on a pair of plastic gloves, making sure he did it slowly as her eyes watched. He moved to her head, fumbling with the top of the table. He pulled a button, holding her head as the tip of the table slipped away, Doctor Michael gently letting her head fall backward, her head now unsupported from behind. He took out a tongue depressor, seeing the look on her face as he moved closer to her mouth. “Open your mouth,” he urged her. “Wider. Real wide now.”
Her head was tilted back, her mouth opened wide, Doctor Michael putting the sterile plastic gloves between her lips. “UUUUGGG,” she choked as she felt the wooden tongue depressor slip through her lips and slide on the tongue until she felt the unfamiliar thrust of it in her throat. He held it in her throat, her stomach turning as she gagged on it. “UUGGGGHHH,” she belched again, the tongue depressor doing in deeper this time.
He pulled the tongue depressor out of her throat, but left it in her mouth, pushing down on her tongue. His fingers slid into her mouth, rubbing the inside of her cheeks, watching as they bulged out, imaging it was his cock that was doing it. He had two fingers in her mouth, than three, feeling her lips stretched tightly around his knuckles. “Very good gag reflexes.” He pulled his fingers out, pulling back the white cloth on the metal table, uncovering the instruments beneath it. “Close your eyes,” he ordered her.
It felt strange to have his fingers moving around inside her mouth, the thought of his cock doing the same thing arousing her. She saw him picking up something from the table nearby. She shut her eyes, not knowing what to expect, a fear rushing over her body. But the fear brought more arousal than dread. She felt something at her lips pushing in until she felt her lips part by sheer force, her mouth opening wide as something thick and rubbery entered her mouth. It continued to push in, her lips opening wide, wrapped tightly around it. Her tongue touched the rubbery object, feeling the thick crown and the veins running up the side. She knew what it was, a rubber cock. It was large, continuing to force her lips open wider as it pushed to the back of her mouth.
“Relax now. I just need to test your gag reflexes again.” Michael wished it was his cock instead of the black rubber cock that was inside her mouth. He could see her hands clenched tightly at her sides as he pushed it in her mouth. He felt the pressure as it sat in the breach of her throat. He waited for her to gag, her mouth opening wider as her throat opened in response to the waiting object at her throat. He pushed in harder, her throat bobbing up and down as he pushed the rubber cock into her throat. “Swallow it,” Doctor Michael voice instructed as he pushed it in deeper, watching as the long rubber cock slipped deeper into her lips. “Breathe through your nose,” he urged her, watching as her chest heaved up and down as she fought for air. “Yes,” he cooed to her, “very good Lorinda. Just hold it a bit longer,” he wanted to test her resolve. Another gag and he pulled the cock from her throat, but left it in her mouth. He could see her tongue bathing it as if it were his cock, his throbbing shaft pushing hard against his pants.
Her breathing was ragged as the thick rubber cock pushed into her throat. She had never taken a cock, real or fake in her throat, trying hard to stop the panic that hit her body. Her hands turned white as they clenched on the side of the table as if she were bound to it, forced to take the thick rubber cock in her throat. Her stomach turned over and over, as she choked and gagged on the fake cock, Doctor Michael left it in her throat. She was relived when he finally pulled it from her throat, her mouth opening wide as she sucked in as much air as possible, not sure if he would push it back in again. She let her tongue run over the thick shaft as if it were a cock, feeling the ridges running up the shaft, fake veins sending blood to the hard head. She felt relief when it pulled from her mouth, Doctor Michael’s hands pulling her head up until the table slid beneath it again. She opened her eyes, the rubber cock gone from his hands, his face smiling down at her.
“Very good Lorinda. You respond well to the stimulation. Now raise your arms above your head.” He pulled her hands up from the table, pushing them over her head, watching as her firm breasts rose up higher, straining the buttons on the white blouse. “I will begin with the breast exam.” He waited as her hands went behind her head, finding the bar at the end of the table. “Yes, grip the bar and hold real still.”
The position forced her back to arch up, seeing her breasts straining as if they were begging to be touched. And they were, aroused by what Doctor Michael had already done to her and excited at what he would do. She felt him moving until he was near her head. He pushed in closer to her as he bent over her starched out body, his hands already reaching out for her breasts. She could feel his crotch pushed into her hands as she clenched onto the bar, his rigid cock pushed against her knuckles. It felt huge, hard and pulsating, feeling it jerk in pleasure as his hands gripped her firm breasts and tightened on the flesh.
His large hands were able to encircle her twin breasts, his hands tightening on the flesh and squeezing them, feeling the flesh push between his fingers. “I must test them for resiliency,” his cock jumped at the touch of her hands on it. He squeezed harder, feeling her back arch up as if she were offering them up for his touch. He pushed them together, the buttons on the blouse straining, his hands gripping her breasts harshly, her muffled breathing beneath his crotch as he moved his hips from side to side, feeling his cock slide along her knuckles. “Does that hurt?” He squeezed harder, feeling the firm flesh beneath his powerful hands.
His cock was sliding back and forth over her hands, making Lorinda wish that she could grab it and masturbate it, but she knew that he would soon find a way to relieve his sexual frustration on her body. His hands were rough, not like most boys she dated, Doctor Michael taking her body for his pleasure only. “Just a bit,” she moaned.
“It is necessary to test the breasts for tactile stimulation. This may require a bit of pain but that is necessary to make sure that the nerve endings are responsive. I have various instruments for this. But your breasts will have to be naked. Let me continue the preliminary exam first.” He released her breasts, his hips driving his cock harder onto her knuckles. He stepped back from her, her face flushed. “Don’t be ashamed, many girls get sexually aroused during an exam. Some even manage to achieve orgasms. It’s allows the Doctor to check that you body lubricates naturally.” Lorinda would cum today, many times, and Michael was sure that her body would respond.
(Partial of the Chapter. 11 pages of 27)
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