She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  Ruby pinched my nipples between her index and thumb. Lightly, pressing then oh so strong grasping. I moaned in pleasure. She caught both my nipples and swiveled them in every direction. Her palms cupped my breast, squeezing through the softness of my skin while I feel the intense thrust of master’s cock, invigorating faster as it kissed my womb and rubbed the walls of my pussy, grinding every part of my insides. I feel the ache in my belly and pussy. It drove me crazy.

  Ruby cupped my breasts and squeezed. Harder, meaner and soon my breathing turned erratic while I do oral sex on her throbbing cunt. As if to tease me, she slowly made her way to my stomach and fingered my belly button. I cringed and then her fingers were onto my clit where she rubs onto it, over and over again. Ruby’s soft fingers relentlessly lapped at my cunt, again and then again.

  My entire body tingled. I could feel her slender fingers trailing my inanimate parts while Master’s rough hands both holds onto my legs, grasping onto my flesh as he fuck me, creating lusty strokes, hard and brutally sweet thrusting.

  “Ahhn!” He endlessly jabbed his cock to my quivering pussy that wrapped around his whole massive manhood. He was so skilled and his technique had me screaming, yelping and moaning. The dildo quaking inside my ass was also making me dire crazy.

  I was lost in track of sound and time. And soon enough, I come with Master. “FUCK!” He grunted and shot his load of hot cum inside of me. It dripped down and I peed with my twitching clit and throbbing pussy. I hear the gush of my fluids and Ruby also comes onto my face. Finally, I was able to breathe and I lick her up, tasting her dirty pretty pussy. Gradually, both our shuddering naked bodies scattered on the desk, huffing and panting as we both stared at our very own master.

  “Pleasure me more my cute pets.”

  “…Yes master.”

  I was now a prisoner of his desire yet I loved it.

  STORY FOURTEEN

  Chapter 1

  It was just going to be a normal checkup, I told myself as I sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office. I was there for my yearly gynecology examination, nothing out of the ordinary. And I knew that I was going to be fine, really; a young woman like me, junior in college, who kept herself in shape and didn't have any medical conditions? I was sure to be just fine. Not that it stopped me from being incredibly nervous about the exam, but I knew, deep down, that it was just going to be a normal exam. Maybe I was nervous because of the fact that it was a new gynecologist for me? That was probably it.

  It didn't take long for me to be led into an exam room, where I was weighed, my measurements and vitals were taken, and I was left alone after that. I sat on the exam bed and waited. I eyed the leg stirrups with no small amount of trepidation. I hadn't taken my pants off just yet, but I knew what a gynecological exam entailed – this wasn't my first rodeo, after all. It took even less time than I had waited in the front for the doctor to come in. I had to admit, seeing him actually put a lot of my fears to rest; he was older than I was, with some gray in his otherwise black hair, but he looked fit, and kind, and I probably couldn't have asked for much better.

  “Hello, there!” He said in a deep rumble of a voice. I was startled; that voice was already doing things to me, and we hadn't even gotten to the part where I had to take my pants off. My, this appointment was going to be interesting! “I'm Doctor Jones,” he said with a kind smile that made his eyes wrinkle at the corners. I felt at ease and turned on all at once. I shifted in my seat to try and press my thighs together to tamp down on that sensation. He hadn't even touched me yet!

  “I'm Jenna,” I said as we shook hands. He pulled my chart from the door and began to file through it, nodding to himself as he went. “But I imagine you already knew that,” I laughed nervously. Could he tell I was already turned on? Did they teach that at gynecology school?

  “Oh, that's alright,” he said with another chuckle without looking up at me. “What brings you in to see me today?” I hesitated to answer the question as he continued to flip through my chart, getting all of my information down before he continued, as I was a new patient of his. I watched as Doctor Jones looked down at my chart, pushing his rounded square-rimmed glasses further up his nose when they slipped too low. I didn't mind; it gave me time to take in the eye candy, and how well it was wrapped in that lab coat and button up top. Oh, look – it even had a lovely green bow tied around his neck! I suppressed a giggle at my own thoughts.

  I wondered what was going through his mind as he scanned my chart. From what I could gather from the nurse’s measurements, my numbers were perfectly normal. I was a healthy twenty-two year old woman, with no medical maladies, and no need for any prescriptions. I wasn’t even on the pill - which was largely the reason I had come to see him, as I needed a contraceptive. I was neither overweight nor underweight, and I liked to exercise, so I knew I was in shape. At least I didn't have a complicated chart for Doctor Jones to walk into with a new patient; he probably had to deal with things like that all the time.

  “I just need some contraceptives, and I need my yearly exam.”

  “Oh?” Doctor Jones finally glanced up from the chart, eyebrows raised along with his questioning tone. When I met his steady gaze, I found it difficult to look away. His golden brown eyes seemed to pierce through my soul. He had a bit of scruff on his face – not enough to constitute a beard, but enough that where a beard would be was entirely thick stubble. I vaguely wondered what it would feel like against my thighs – would it tickle, or scratch? - Before I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I was just here for an exam, I reminded myself firmly. His look was warm and inviting, yet questioning, as though he was trying to understand me without asking a single question. I felt myself squirming under his stare, the heat between my thighs building. “Well, we can easily take care of that,” he said before he set my chart down on a counter beside him. “I'll take a look around, see what's what, and we can go from there. Sound good?” I nodded.

  “Sure thing,” I said.

  “Now, your vitals all looked good, so nothing to worry about there,” he said conversationally as he pulled out a medical gown from one of the drawers of the counter. “So we'll just go right along to the exam part,” he set the folded gown on the exam bed beside me. “Go ahead and change into this, and we'll get started,” I nodded again.

  “Sure thing, Doctor Jones,” I said as I picked up the gown. He nodded and scooped up my file.

  “I’ll be back in just a minute.” As he turned to leave, he let his eyes wander around my body again for a brief second. I felt a pleasant shiver go up my spine as his eyes traced their way down my body, as though he were already undressing me without me even lifting a finger. He paused at my chest, and then again down at my waist, before nodding to himself and leaving, as though he had come to some conclusion of his own on the matter. I wonder what that conclusion might be, I thought as I pulled off my clothes and began to slip the flimsy medical garb on.

  I quietly slipped on the thin cloth frontal robe that he had given to me. Even when I pulled the strings as shut as I could, my backside was still exposed, leaving my back covered in goosebumps from being exposed to the chilly air of the office. I tied the flimsy strings behind me as I shivered; the doctor’s office was always kept so cold, even when I came here for my last doctor, and I hated it. I climbed back onto the patient’s chair, and laid down on my back, grateful that I could at least try and warm it back up this way. The stirrups were up at the end of the bed, but I didn’t put my feet up into them just yet; he'd tell me when the exam started, and then I could get that part done. For now, I stuck my feet out in front of me, and did my best to relax in spite of the cold room and how quiet the office was.

  As I waited for him to come back, I took a moment to dwell on my new doctor. He was drastically different from the gynecologist that I had for years in this very office building; she had been a much older woman, who would pinch my hip and poke at my trim stomach and tell me I was too fat, even though I was perfectly average weight a
nd had almost no fat to speak of on my body. She had been a downright hag, with no gentleness to her touch and even less to her spirit. I can't say that I miss her now that she's retired.

  Doctor Jones had come highly recommended, from what some of my friends had told me after they had to get seen for their yearly checkups after my old doctor left. They gushed about how handsome he was, and how kind he had been, and that was all it took for me to schedule an appointment with him. Thus far, at least, he had certainly been kind to me. And he was incredibly handsome to boot – the very model of a Silver Fox! I hoped that my arousal wouldn't be too terribly evident once he got me in the stirrups for the exam; last thing I needed was for him to notice that I was incredibly turned on, and have my mortification be my death. I would surely never recover. Thankfully, my wait wasn't too long, as there came a sharp knock on the door.

  Chapter 2

  “Come in!” I said without sitting up. I heard the door open, and the click of his shoes as he walked in. He shut the door behind him and I heard the telltale shift of papers as he set my chart back down.

  “Alright, then,” he said as he exhaled. He stepped into my view and hovered over me, a kind smile playing on his lips. “Ready to begin?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded.

  “Great,” he said, his smile widening. “Let's go ahead and get your feet into the stirrups, and I'll start the exam,” his touch was gentle as he guided my feet into their proper place. Doctor Jones stepped back to the counter for a moment and pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands from the medical dispenser, covering them fully. He rubbed them together before pulling on some rubber gloves and making his way back to my bedside.

  When he approached me, he placed one hand on my neck and another on my arm. I braced myself for his cold, clinical touch, but to my gentle surprise, his hands were quite warm. His movements were steady as he felt my pulse.

  “Pulse is normal,” he said to himself with a nod. “Excellent! Always good to start out positive,” He looked down at me, giving me a reassuring smile. Our eyes met, and I smiled back. His presence was comforting, and this exam was already a thousand times better than the ones I've had in the past. His hand moved to my collarbone. He lightly grazed my collarbone with the back of his finger, hovering there for a moment. I felt an odd sensation rise up within me. It felt good to be touched by him. I had worried that he might try to rush things so he could get to his next patient like my last doctor used to, but he was taking his time, gently caressing me as he moved down my body. “Now, I'm going to start with your breast exam, and I'll begin to feel around for any unusual bumps or anything like that, alright?” He asked, already tugging at the flimsy fabric that stood between him and my naked body. I gasped as the cold air hit my breasts, my nipples hardening.

  Slowly, he began to feel my breasts, one at a time, steadily pressing around the areola of each one before he took hold of both of my breasts in both hands. I inhaled sharply, holding my breath. I could feel my face turning red. My breasts were so sensitive that I felt the heat that had been slowly dying down flare up again with an intensity that made my head spin. My last doctor had always been so rough, and I expected similar pain and aches from Doctor Jones' ministrations as he applied pressure around the outside, but much to my surprise, I found my body relaxing under his gentle grip. He squeezed them lightly, the fullness of my breasts oozing out from between his fingers. I exhaled breathlessly as he continued like that for several minutes, occasionally letting out a thoughtful hum as he went.

  "They're firm, and I didn't feel any signs of solidity or any irregular lumps. Everything checks out so far,” he stated. I was glad to have gotten past that first obstacle. But why were his hands still stationed on my breasts? He held on to them, and I thought I could hear a small, shuddering sigh escape his lips. He seemed to be delighting in the moment, savoring it for what it was. I blushed at the idea of being that desirable to someone; this was certainly a pleasant change of pace from being made to feel awful about my body from my last doctor, that was for sure. “Onwards with the exam, eh?” He said after a moment as he finally let my breasts go, letting them bounce lightly from the stimulation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had given myself a breasts exam before plenty of times, but it was always good to get confirmation from a medical professional, after all.

  Doctor Jones continued his exam, pressing against my ribs lightly before his fingers grazed along my stomach.

  I looked up at Doctor Jones. His bright eyes were nearly black with desire, and they sparkled dangerously as his eyes roved over my body. His lips were pressed together, his strong jaw slightly clenched. He seemed deep in thought. And then, as quickly as I noticed it, it was gone, and he resumed a warm facade, smiling down at me. The shift was so sudden and so drastic that I wondered if I hadn't imagined it, and my arousal was just starting to get to me. Given how turned on I was, that was entirely a possibility.

  "I know this doesn't directly have to do with your exam, but I'd like to perform a pap smear. You're already here, we might as well take care of both things so you don't have to schedule two appointments.” I nodded in agreement.

  “That makes sense – I appreciate that,” it had, after all, been a while since my last pap, and I thought it was a good idea to get tested for any diseases while I was here. And, hey, I was already in position for my exam anyhow, might as well while he's, 'under the hood,' and all, right?

  He stepped out of my line of sight for a moment, reappearing between my legs. He once again had that look of hardness on his face, like he was hiding something. My heart was starting to quicken; I was feeling something that I hadn't felt in a long time. Desire. Immediately my cheeks blushed at the realization.

  “I'm going to start with the normal exam first. Are you ready?” I wasn't, I really wasn't, but I knew that was because I was already aroused; any further touching, and this might get embarrassing for me. But he was a doctor, it was his job. But as his gentle, gloved fingers touched me tentatively on my outer labia, I felt sparks run through my body. All I wanted in that moment was for him to give me more, to touch me more, to put his fingers deeper into me. “Let me know if anything hurts, and I'll make a note of it.” I had only been vaguely aware that he was talking to me, and I nodded my head when he began to stare at me as though he wasn't sure I had heard him. If he wasn't sure of my clear attraction before this, he was after that performance. Way to go, Jenna.

  He pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, as they had slid while he was examining my womanhood He took a step back, leaning in to get a better inspection. I could feel myself getting even wetter than I had been before; I had to stop. It was just a physical, and nothing more, I had to keep repeating to myself. I wasn't sure how many times it would take to say that to myself before I believed it, but I wasn't sure I was going to get the time to work that one out; the doctor proceeded with the physical with such gentleness and elegance that I couldn't help admiring everything about him.

  I felt my insides clench as he pushed the small metal tube inside me. In spite of my walls closing around it, I was so thoroughly lubed from my arousal that it still went in with almost no resistance. Even Doctor Jones was surprised by how easily it went in.

  "I'm used to there being more resistance than that,” he said quietly with a surprised laugh. I turned my face and did my best to hide it in the bed, positively mortified. How on earth had I allowed myself to get so aroused? Even through my embarrassment, the feeling of being stretched on the inside was pleasant, and I knew that if I wasn't in the stirrups, I would be fighting even harder than I already was against the urge to rock my hips against the metal tube inside me. In spite of my mortification, I was already ready to burst, wanting to orgasm but not wanting it to happen during the exam – the embarrassment that would follow would be enough to kill me, I was absolutely certain.

  After a few moments, punctuated only by the clicking of the inside of the tube jacking me wider and narrower as he inspected me, he pulled the tube out. "I
'll bring this over to the boys in the lab for testing now,” he stated as he straightened himself to his full height. "I'll be back with the results in just a minute, so sit tight, okay?"

  Chapter 3

  “Sure thing,” I said while doing my best not to feel incredibly awkward from talking to him through the gap in my holstered legs. The bizarreness of it all just left me at a complete loss. I sighed as I heard the door close behind him, signifying that Doctor Jones had left the room. I closed my eyes, hoping that whatever quim that was gathering in my pussy hadn't spilled out onto the seat. The last thing I needed was to feel even more embarrassed than I already did about the situation. I shuddered, the cold of the room really starting to get to me. I contemplated grabbing my shirt and draping it over me, just to try and stave off the chill a little, but it was too far away, and I wasn't entirely sure I could back into the stirrups without help. That seemed like too much of an inconvenience, so I just laid there and toughed it out.

  The doctor came back rather quickly with the results, thankfully. That meant I would be done with the exam sooner, and I could get back into my warm clothes. He set my file down, and I noticed that it looked like it had a few new papers added to it, judging by how much thicker it had gotten since he had left.

  "Well, everything checks out great,” he said with a shrug, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "There are no signs of disease or any sexually transmitted diseases." I nodded, as that was no real surprise to me; I may not have been a blushing virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but I had always taken every precaution whenever I had a partner of any description, and was always up to date on my examinations. He walked back up to me, looking me in the eyes as he returned to his position between my legs. He leaned down, resuming his inspection. “I'm just going to go ahead with the normal exam now, if that's alright? I've only gotten the pap smear part done,” that made sense, as he wasn't down there for very long before he darted off to get the results.