Sandra surrendered herself to the pain-tinged bliss she craved so much. Lifting her legs, she twined them around Christopher’s sturdy waist. At once the open edges of the corset gusset dug deeper into her, and the hairy root of his penis ground against her aching clit. She felt the pleasure rise up inside her, spiralling out of control as the crushing pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
Ben Taylor proved to be a pleasant surprise for Helen. He was a charming young man, about the same age as her, who’d been working at the hospital for almost eighteen months. Ben was barely two inches taller than her, with well-defined features, a slightly overlarge Roman nose, and soft brown hair which almost reached to his shoulders. He looked more like an aspiring hippie than a doctor.
His manner was gentle, and he appeared to be well liked by everyone. Helen thought that in time they could become good friends. She found Ben attractive, although he wasn’t the kind of guy she usually went for. His looks and gentle manner were a total contrast to Max’s aggressive masculinity. Working with someone like Ben would prove to be a pleasant change.
After sharing a couple of drinks with him in the staff bar, and meeting some of the other hospital employees, Helen went to bed early. The next day she accompanied Ben on rounds, familiarising herself with the layout and routine of the hospital. None of the patients were desperately ill, most had come in for plastic surgery or relatively minor complaints. In contrast to her previous position, Helen felt that her work-load here would be extraordinarily light.
They were just finishing rounds, when Ben invited her to accompany him to a dinner party that evening. Helen would have said yes straightaway if she hadn’t then been told that the party was being held by Sandra Pope. At first she was tempted to refuse, but she thought that might make her appear unfriendly and stand-offish, so she steeled herself to accept the invitation. Nevertheless, she was rather relieved when Ben happened to reveal that Sandra’s boyfriend Justin Masterson, the hospital pathologist, would also be present.
Later that day Helen found herself sitting at a table in Sandra’s apartment, still not sure if she should have come. Initially there were supposed to be three couples for dinner. But Gillian, a senior sister at the Princess Beatrice and her boyfriend Henry, were both unwell and had been forced to cancel at the last minute.
‘That was delicious,’ Helen said brightly. ‘But I couldn’t eat another thing,’ she added, refusing a second helping of lemon mousse.
The evening had been pleasant enough and reasonably uneventful so far, but Helen had been hard pressed to prevent herself from spending most of the time staring curiously at Justin. She had never seen anyone who looked less like a pathologist. Usually they tended to be earnest, middle-aged doctors. Justin, however, was much younger, probably in his early thirties. He was tall and slim with a very dark complexion that bespoke some kind of Mediterranean heritage. His hair was cropped so short it was barely visible, and he wore tight, black leather trousers, and a matching, very brief waistcoat. Elaborate tattoos covered both his arms, and he reminded Helen of the bikers she’d seen portrayed in American ‘B’ movies. It didn’t stop there though – Justin was also into body piercing in a big way. He had a silver ring through one eyebrow, a silver stud in his nose, and a number of silver hoops decorating each ear lobe. There was also a silver stud in his tongue, which was highly visible when he spoke.
‘You’ll enjoy working here, Helen.’ Contrary to his appearance, Justin’s accent could be described as cut glass, which made Helen think he’d probably been to public school.
She found him a contradiction in every way. All through dinner he’d been pointedly caressing Sandra’s tits, trailing his fingers across her thighs, pressing them against her pussy, then against his own bulging crotch. Helen did her best to ignore his crude behaviour, but strangely enough she also found it rather stimulating.
In contrast to Sandra, Helen was very overdressed in her smart black crepe trouser suit. Sandra wore nothing but a flimsy black lace dress which barely covered her full breasts or her obviously shaved pussy. During dinner one of her hard brown nipples had become entangled in the open weave lace and was now on permanent show. Sandra must have known it was visible, but she made no attempt to cover herself, and was perhaps amused by the thought that it might be embarrassing Helen and Ben.
Justin smiled, absentmindedly lifting his hand to play with Sandra’s pert little teat as Helen replied, ‘I’m sure I’ll enjoy it here, Justin.’
‘More wine?’ Ben asked, diverting Helen’s attention for a moment.
‘Yes, please,’ she replied. The wine was quite delicious with a pleasant bouquet, and an innocuous fruity taste which had persuaded Helen to drink far more than she should. Her overindulgence and the warm sensual atmosphere had left her feeling light-headed, and slightly detached from reality.
‘We are all very close here,’ Justin said, draining his glass of red wine.
‘So Sandra told me.’ As his waistcoat swung open, Helen tried to keep from staring at Justin. She could see his flat copper-coloured nipples surrounded by small tufts of dark body hair. Each nipple was pierced at its base by a silver ring and, hanging from the rings, were thin silver chains that trailed across his tight midriff.
‘Great, aren’t they?’ Sandra touched the chains. ‘They were my idea, weren’t they, Justin?’
‘Yes,’ he confirmed, staring thoughtfully at Helen. ‘Sandra tells me that you and she were close as teenagers.’
‘We were friends for a time,’ Helen conceded cautiously.
‘Helen was embarrassed when we were discovered naked in bed together at school. She had her tongue in my cunt when the teacher found us.’
‘Did she?’ Justin chuckled. ‘And I bet you were enjoying it, my greedy little bitch.’
‘I don’t remember it like that at all,’ Helen said stiffly.
‘Perhaps it was Sandra who had her tongue in your cunt?’ Justin slipped off his waistcoat, giving Helen an even better view of his unusual body jewellery. ‘She loves cunt licking.’
‘Helen really doesn’t like discussing it at all,’ Sandra interjected with a soft, sexy chuckle. She ran her fingers over Justin’s chest, tugging gently at the chains, then trailing them teasingly over his bulging groin. ‘She’d rather forget what happened in the past. But she’s not too prudish to be fascinated by these.’ Sandra pulled harder at the chains, stretching Justin’s nipples until he gave a ragged groan of pleasure.
Helen was indeed fascinated, unable to tear her eyes from Justin’s pierced nipples as she felt the heat growing in the depth of her sex.
‘Do you like them?’ Ben asked.
‘I’ve never seen anything like that before,’ Helen admitted, longing to touch them herself, and wondering what it would feel like to wear such bizarre decorations through her own nipples.
‘Most people find body piercing compellingly sexy.’ Justin smiled as he ran his hand possessively up Sandra’s leg, gradually easing up her lacy skirt until it lay around her upper thighs. He slid his hands between her legs, and stroked her shaved quim. ‘Should we have your clit pierced, Sandra, or your pussy lips?’
‘Why not both?’ Sandra splayed open her legs and gave a soft moan as Justin’s fingers slid inside her.
Helen pressed her legs together, turned on by the sight, wishing his fingers were sliding smoothly inside her instead of Sandra. Lascivious thoughts filled her head, and she experienced a strong surge of sexual desire that left her weak and breathless for a moment. Lowering her lashes, she glanced over at Ben. He was staring intently at Justin and Sandra, and judging by his expression, he was just as turned on as she was.
‘Perhaps we should be leaving?’ she asked Ben, as his attraction for her suddenly increased.
‘Why pretend to be such a prude,’ Sandra teased, ‘when I know damn well you’re not.’ She laughed. ‘Let me show you the rest of Justin’s jewellery.’
Deftly she undid his leather trousers, and slid down the zip. As his hardening coc
k sprang from the opening, Helen’s eyes widened in amazement. She had expected something like a Prince Albert; she’d heard of guys having rings through their cock heads but never this! Either side of his glans was a silver ball – at least the size of a pea.
‘Isn’t that uncomfortable?’ Helen couldn’t help asking, her head throbbing with excitement. How would it feel to have Justin’s cock inside her, the smooth, cold silver balls rubbing and chafing her. Her knees grew weak with the thought.
‘Not uncomfortable. Wonderful,’ Sandra replied. ‘It’s called an Ampallang.’ Then, to Helen’s amazement, she suddenly hiked her shirt around her waist and straddled Justin’s legs. Her pale buttocks were a shade fleshy and dimpled, while her hairless slit gaped open, revealing a delicious frill of shiny pink flesh. This was just too much for Helen to contend with. Her chair made a loud scraping sound on the parquet floor as she stood up.
‘Do you want to leave?’ Ben asked, as Sandra positioned herself over Justin’s superbly decorated prick, and sank slowly down on to the rigid shaft.
‘Yes,’ Helen said shakily, watching mesmerised as Justin’s cock gradually disappeared between Sandra’s plump thighs.
Helen’s eyes grew hazy with lust as Justin grabbed hold of Sandra’s hips and pushed her down hard against him. Her heart beating out of control, Helen pulled her gaze from the rutting couple. Part of her wanted to tear off her clothes, shove Sandra aside, and straddle Justin – she longed to experience the bizarre pleasures of his pierced dick for herself.
Sandra moaned, her large breasts bouncing up and down in time to her vigorous thrusts. The sounds and smells of animal pleasure arousing her senses, Helen almost ran to the door. She had to leave before she lost control of herself. She reached the silent sanctuary of the corridor, relieved to find that Ben had followed her. As he slammed the front door shut behind him, Helen leaned limply against the cool corridor wall. Her head whirled, and she was consumed by unfulfilled longing, ready and eager for sex.
Her gaze rested on Ben, his attractions increasing by the moment.
‘Are you OK?’ Ben took hold of her arms. His face was level with hers, as he stared into her eyes. ‘Don’t worry. Justin likes to shock people.’
‘That’s obvious.’ Helen’s head spun, and she couldn’t ignore the simmering heat between her thighs. Ben looked so sweet and concerned, and he smelled so good, of virile masculinity and lemon-scented cologne.
Acting quite out of character, Helen grabbed hold of Ben’s shoulders, and pulled him close, twining her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him with lustful passion, thrusting her tongue deep inside his mouth. Ben responded immediately, kissing her back with equal vigour, grinding his pelvis hard against hers.
Helen was filled with such need, such wanting that she could scarcely breathe. ‘Let’s go to my place,’ she suggested.
‘Why not?’ Seeming all too eager to comply, Ben took hold of her arm.
Helen’s head was still spinning and her legs felt weak as Ben led her along the corridor and into her apartment. She was still in a semi-euphoric state as she walked into the lounge and sank down on to the blue velvet couch.
Ben kneeled down in front of her, the bulge in his trousers all too visible. ‘Justin’s pierced prick turned you on, didn’t it?’ he whispered in her ear, as he lifted her black crepe tunic, sliding it off over her head.
Helen giggled. ‘I wanted to know what it would feel like inside me.’
Ben’s lips felt warm and moist as he pressed tiny butterfly kisses across her bare breasts, then sucked her aching nipples. His fingers brushed her midriff as he expertly undressed her, divesting her of both trousers and panties. Helen felt the warm night breeze, from the open window, caress her bare skin. Her senses now were so finely tuned, she savoured everything – Ben’s wine-tainted breath, the heat of his flesh, and the soft velvet, smooth and silky against her naked buttocks.
‘So piercing turns you on,’ he said as he slipped off his blue cotton shirt.
Helen gave an exclamation of surprise as she spotted the thin gold ring threaded through Ben’s left nipple. ‘You too?’ She felt a sudden compulsion to touch it. Following the urge, she pulled gently at the ring, feeling his flesh stretch. Very carefully she twisted it just a little, putting pressure on the flat brown nipple until she heard Ben’s indrawn hiss of breath. ‘Does that feel good?’
Ben sighed. ‘It feels great,’ he murmured, his hands sliding between her thighs.
As he explored the hot moistness of her pussy, she arched her back. ‘That’s great also,’ she gasped. Ben circled her throbbing clit, briskly rubbing the swollen flesh until she could bear it no longer and cried out, ‘Please, fuck me, Ben!’
‘Soon, baby,’ he promised, sliding his fingers deep inside her. He held his palm against her vulva, and the pressure served to heighten the sweet torture as he began to move his fingers in a smooth circular motion.
After her strange experience in Sandra’s apartment she found the pleasure was almost too much for her to bear. ‘I’m so close,’ she gasped, lifting her hips as the sensations built swiftly inside her.
‘Come,’ he urged, his fingers moving faster as he circled her clitoris, pressing and teasing. Then he leaned forwards to grasp one of her nipples between his teeth. The pleasure/pain drove her over the edge, and she climaxed, her quim clamping hard against his invading fingers, her body quivering with bliss.
Helen was still shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, when Ben stood up to slide off his trousers. He stepped out of the pool of light coming from the table lamp. With the rest of the room in virtual darkness, she could only see a dark shadow at his groin. When he moved towards her again, she caught sight of his cock for the first time. It was hard, and large enough not to be a disappointment as it curved rigidly upwards towards his slim belly. Taking hold of her shoulders he eased down on to the carpet, and it was then that she got close enough to his cock to see the rounded nodules marring the shaft. They reminded Helen of the raised tattoos she’d seen in pictures of some ancient African tribe.
‘Go on, touch it,’ Ben urged with a smile as he straddled her hips with his thighs. He sunk lower until his cock was level with her face, and she could clearly see the round lumps under the smooth skin surface. ‘There’s nothing wrong with me, Helen,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘I had it done in LA; it’s all the rage there. It’s less ostentatious than Justin’s Ampallang but is designed to cause similar heightened pleasure.’ As she frowned in confusion he added, ‘They put tiny silver ball-bearings under the cock-skin to increase stimulation during sex.’
‘Ball-bearings?’ she repeated, finding even the sight of the strange knobbly texture highly arousing. Intrigued by the idea, she touched the smooth baubles, running her fingertips gently over them, feeling the balls move slightly under the taut skin. During her medical career she’d seem some sights, but never anything like this. Ben’s shaft was hard, the tiny metal balls even harder, and she could hardly wait to have this outlandish cock thrusting inside her. She was eager for the singular pleasure of experiencing the contrasting texture of silver, and hard male flesh.
As Ben kneeled between her thighs, she trembled with excitement, juices flowing freely from her hungry pussy. Lifting her legs, he placed her calves atop his shoulders, and stared down at her exposed sex. Grabbing hold of her buttocks, he pulled her closer, the roughness of the carpet scraping the tender skin of her back.
Positioning himself, Ben slowly eased his swollen cock-head inside her, and almost immediately Helen could determine the difference in textures. She felt the nodules brushed teasingly against her internal walls, and she instinctively clenched her muscles, overcome by the delicious shivers of excitement flooding her sex. It was exciting beyond belief, another dimension to pleasure as Ben, knowing exactly what to do to ensure total stimulation, began to move his hips in a smooth rotating motion. His strangely decorated shaft put pressure on every internal nerve-ending as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
Helen gave a sobbing cry as the fire inside her vagina increased to unimaginable proportions. She couldn’t resist the temptation to rub herself while these phenomenal sensations were rioting through her. Then she felt one of his fingers wriggling its way into her anus and the combined intensity of the experience made her belly tremble and her hips twitch as orgasmic spasms flooded her body.
When Helen awoke next morning, Ben was gone. He was on duty first thing, while she wasn’t due to start work until after lunch.
Without a doubt she’d had far too much to drink, she decided, as she reflected on the sensual pleasures of the previous night. Yet she didn’t regret what had happened between her and Ben. In fact she hoped their liaison could continue on a purely casual basis. A meeting of two bodies to sate sexual desire, nothing more, nothing less. It would be nice to have a pleasant undemanding relationship after her emotionally charged roller coaster liaison with Max. Ben was a sweet uncomplicated guy, with an unusually interesting prick, who was extraordinarily good at fucking.
Helen felt she had changed since she’d arrived at the Princess Beatrice. There was something strange about this place, a sensuality lingering under the surface that prompted her to break free of previous sexual constraints.
Wanting to pass the time and clear her head, she took a long walk around the hospital grounds. She found a helicopter pad quite close to the main building, along with a large black helicopter stored in an adjoining hangar. It seemed a little odd to keep such a mode of transport at a hospital, she considered, as she continued her tour of the grounds.
After lunch she did her rounds, checking on a number of patients, most recovering from plastic surgery, or relatively minor operations. There were also a number of patients who didn’t seem ill at all, but she felt she had no right to question their reasons for being there, as they were paying exorbitant sums for the privilege and probably greatly contributing to her inflated salary.
Helen wasn’t looking forward to facing Sandra again after last night. Usually matron did her rounds of the hospital soon after lunch, but to Helen’s relief there had been no sign of her today.
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