Exam From Behind (Dr. Don, the doctor dom #1) (Medical / BDSM Erotica)

by Livia Bloom

  His grip on her nipple hadn’t let up yet.

  “I’ll ask again, Emily, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Emily whispered. “Yes… Doctor… I understand…”

  Dr. Don opened his fingers and the pain rolled down and out of Emily’s body.

  Her nipple ached and she quickly realized she sort of liked it.

  The attention.

  The pain.

  The feeling.

  “We’re going to go into one of my private exam rooms,” Dr. Don said. “That way we can talk, see what’s going on, and of course, get some help. Correct?”

  “Yes Doctor,” Emily said.

  “Excellent.”

  Dr. Don wrapped his hand tight around Emily’s waist and pulled her close to him. They walked side by side from the waiting room to a hallway. The hallway had five doors. Some exam rooms, a storage closet, and Dr. Don’s main office.

  At Exam Room One, Dr. Don opened the door and ushered Emily in.

  “When you leave this room,” Dr. Don said, “you’ll be a whole new woman…”

  Normally Emily wouldn’t believe such a statement but when she looked in Dr. Don’s capable eyes, her knees were weak and her pussy was wet.

  __

  Dr. Don took his white coat off and hung it up. He was wearing a white shirt tucked into a pair of black pants. He looked radiant and sexy; Emily felt her body gushing. This was certainly one way to prove to a woman that her body worked.

  But that wasn’t Emily’s problem.

  She knew she could get wet.

  She knew she could orgasm.

  She knew how to fuck. How to suck.

  She just couldn’t loosen herself enough to get to those points with a man.

  “Your face looks drawn and worried,” Dr. Don said.

  “Well, this is sort of new for me,” Emily said.

  “New is good. New is why we’re here. Is your breast still hanging from your bra?”

  Emily looked down and realized it was. She could feel the tightness of the bra pushing at her. She nodded.

  “I’ll help with that,” the doctor said.

  He walked to Emily and reached for her shirt again. Emily placed her hands flat on the table, wanting to slap the stranger’s hands away but she didn’t. She went along with it. Again, Dr. Don surprised Emily because she thought he was going to reach up her shirt and fix her bra. Instead, Dr. Don lifted Emily’s shirt up… up… up… and finally, he tore it from Emily, forcing Emily to put her hands in the air.

  “Wait a se…”

  Dr. Don put a hand over Emily’s mouth and shook his head. “I didn’t give you permission to talk right now. I said I was going to help, so I’m helping.”

  Emily nodded, complying.

  Dr. Don slid his hand down to Emily’s neck and then he reached behind her and with one hand, he unsnapped her bra. A weight came off Emily as she felt both her breasts exposed and free. Dr. Don took the bra and threw it to the floor. He then cupped both of Emily’s breasts and admired them.

  “My, oh my,” he said. “Look at these. They are perfect. Thick. Creamy. Supple. Look at your nipples…” Dr. Don rubbed his thumbs on her nipples, sending erotic pulses through Emily’s body. “They’re perfect nipples. They certainly respond to my touch, don’t they?”

  “I have no problem getting turned on,” Emily said.

  “Oh, my apologies,” Dr. Don said. “Again, did I say you could speak?”

  Emily shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

  Dr. Don let go of Emily’s breasts and he backed up. “Now, I’m going to give you permission to speak. I only want to hear your story, and the truth of it.”

  “Well, I’m here because…,” Emily stopped and thought about it. Could she just admit it? Could she just open up to a strange doctor? She looked down at herself, sitting topless on an exam table. What the hell kind of place was this? “I’m here because I have trouble with men.”

  After a few seconds, Dr. Don folded his arms, waiting.

  Emily stared and nodded at him.

  “That’s it?” Dr. Don asked. “Trouble with men?”

  “Yes,” Emily said.

  “Well, I tried.”

  Dr. Don turned and retrieved a tongue depressor from a clear jar. It looked like a fat popsicle stick and he approached Emily with force. He grabbed her cheeks and forced her mouth open.

  “I need to check,” he said. “Stick your tongue out.”

  Emily did so.

  Dr. Don placed the tongue depressor on her tongue but only for a second. He then inched it deeper into Emily’s mouth, reaching her gag reflex. As she tried to cough and squirm, Dr. Don held tight.

  “We need to get it out,” Dr. Don said. “Get out the worry… and then the truth…”

  He jammed the tongue depressor into Emily’s mouth, touching the back of her throat. It felt like a knife and Emily cried out and felt herself wanting to vomit.

  Dr. Don took the tongue depressor from her mouth just in time.

  He threw it out and then folded his arms.

  Emily held her throat and coughed, her face red, her breasts bare and exposed, jumping each time she coughed.

  “What the fuck?” she cried out.

  “What the fuck is right,” Dr. Don said. “You came to me for help. Now, start talking.”

  “Fine,” Emily said. “Fine. You want to know? I fucking worked my ass off for six months for this new body and not a single guy wants to fuck me. Okay? They look beyond me, ignore me, and when I try to approach them, I can’t talk. I say something stupid or do something stupid. That’s it. Right there…”

  Dr. Don smiled. “Finally. The truth. You’re so wound up, look at you. Look at your hands right now.”

  Emily looked down and couldn’t believe it. She gripped the exam table so tight, her knuckles were white.

  Dr. Don stepped forward again and said, “I’ll give you something that’ll make you grip the table with that kind of force. Emily, I’m going to loosen you up… are you ready for me?”

  Emily nodded. “Yes Doctor, I am.”

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  Dr. Don went to work, and fast.

  He took his shirt off and then pointed to his pants. “Get on your knees and take my pants off.”

  Emily nodded.

  She slid from the table and did as she was told.

  Her hands were shaking as they worked but she managed to get Dr. Don’s pants unbuckled and the zipper down. She pulled at his pants first, leaving her eyes with the sight of his erection pressing hard against his boxers.

  “See? You made me hard,” he said. “With your beautiful tits. Your innocent face. Now you just need to work everything together…”

  Emily pulled at Dr. Don’s boxers, exposing his cock.

  It jumped from his boxers, a thick rod of flesh that had a slight curve to it from its sheer size and being tucked into his pants.

  Emily’s reaction was simple… oh fuck…

  She’d never had one that size before.

  Dr. Don gripped Emily’s hair and forced her to look at him.

  “Now, the first thing we’re going to open is your mouth. You need to take my cock and make me want to fill your mouth.”

  Emily nodded and opened her mouth.

  Dr. Don took his free hand and gripped the middle of his cock. He slapped his erection off her a few times. She let her tongue out, trying to lick him.

  “That’s good,” he said.

  He took his cock and then placed it into Emily’s mouth. His hand let go of her hair but he kept at the back of her head for a few seconds, guiding her down on his cock.

  Emily felt her mouth stretching open and it took a matter of a few seconds before her gag reflex tried to kick in again. She closed her eyes, relaxing, taking more of the doctor’s cock.

  Dr. Don took his hands away from the blowjob and stopped pushing forward. He allowed Emily to pleasure him, staring down at her as she sucked him. Her small lips glided up and down his shaft with ease, her s
pit thick and coating, everything working and feeling wonderful. She started to gain speed, letting her breasts dance as an added bonus. When she reached for Dr. Don’s cock, trying to grip him at the base, that’s when he made his next move.

  He thrust forward, hard.

  Emily gagged for a second and then moaned.

  Dr. Don didn’t stop.

  He pushed forward, forcing Emily to taste him more and more.

  When Emily reached her max, she leaned back, needing relief.

  Dr. Don wasn’t in the business of relief…

  He continued to push and Emily soon ran out of space when she felt her head touch the exam table. Dr. Don pushed some more until the head of his cock reached the back of Emily’s throat.

  All Emily could do was gag, moan, and dribble saliva everywhere.

  The doctor stayed there for a few seconds, feeling Emily’s warm mouth pulsing on him, desperate to reject his cock.

  He finally slid himself from her with a long grunt. When his cock left her mouth, strings of spit connected from his shaft to her lips.

  “There, there,” Dr. Don said. “That was wonderful. Your mouth is perfect.”

  Emily gasped for air again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yes Doctor.”

  “Now, we have to open another hole.”

  Emily smiled. She couldn’t waited to be fucked by Dr. Don’s cock. Her pussy could take him and her pussy needed a cock like the one he had.

  When Dr. Don saw the look on Emily’s face, he reached down with one hand, placing his fingers under her chin, making her look at him.

  “Oh Emily,” he said, “you’re mistaken…”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “The look on your face. You want me to fuck your sweet pussy… but that’s not the hole I’m going to stretch next…”

  __

  Emily managed to get to her feet, somehow, thinking about the size of Dr. Don’s cock and the tightness of her tender anus. It didn’t seem logical or possible for something that big to be placed into something that small.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Dr. Don said. “The size difference. Yes. You’re correct. But see, this is opening yourself. I didn’t barrage… break down… smash… I said open. I stretch. That means a process. Now, strip naked.”

  Emily hesitated for a few seconds and when Dr. Don noticed, he had to take action.

  Patients who didn’t listen were to be punished. There was no other way around it.

  “Fine then,” Dr. Don said.

  His hand suddenly came from nowhere, crashing against Emily’s chest. His palm and fingers hit her left breast with a skin slapping force. Emily cried out in pain but didn’t try to cover her chest. She instead looked down to the visible red mark and felt herself rage with erotic excitement.

  Did she enjoy sexual pain?

  “Take your pants off,” Dr. Don said again.

  “No,” Emily said.

  Dr. Don curled his lip and offered another hard smack with his hand, this time to Emily’s right breast. This one was harder and more visible, actually showing the outline of the doctor’s fingers.

  Emily felt a stinging pain but also a warm pleasure.

  She’d never experienced anything like.

  “Should I tell you again?” Dr. Don asked.

  “No,” Emily said. “I’m sorry Doctor. So sorry.”

  She took her pants off, leaving her panties on for a few seconds. Dr. Don had his back to Emily, in one of the drawers at the small counter in the exam room. When she slid her panties off, feeling them trying to stick to her wet skin, Dr. Don turned around with an exam glove on his right hand and a bottle of lube in his left.

  “Step up and turn around,” he commanded.

  Emily listened.

  Dr. Don put his right wrist to her lower back and forced her forward.

  Emily listened as he popped the top of the lube and heard a quick squirt as the liquid transferred to one of his fingers.

  “This is my middle finger,” Dr. Don said. “Try to relax.”

  He placed the lube on the exam table and then opened Emily’s cheeks. He touched his lubed middle finger to her anus, feeling it pucker, forcing himself into her.

  It was tight and Emily moaned.

  He made circles with his finger and then actually started to finger her. He did it a few times and then put his pointer finger to her hole too. With two fingers sliding into her, Emily cried out and thrust herself back. Her pussy was wet and tender… and unattended. That alone was pure torture.

  Dr. Don fingered Emily’s anus, spreading his fingers, twisting, making circles… anything to stretch her enough for the next part.

  He took his fingers from Emily and then tore the exam glove from his hand and threw it out. He admired the way Emily looked from behind, bent over. Her sweet pussy, laced with juices, her labia curled, sticking together. Then her tender anus, slightly open, throbbing.

  “Just perfect,” Dr. Don. “We can move on now. Get on the table, on your back. Spread your legs.”

  Emily moved with speed, hoping it would be time for him to fuck her pussy. That dream was quickly shattered when she saw Dr. Don pull something purple from the drawer. It looked like a string of medium sized marbles, connected together, staying in place.

  “These are anal beads,” Dr. Don said. “This is next.”

  “Oh fuck,” Emily whispered.

  Dr. Don smiled as he walked back to the table. He took the lube and coated the top of the anal beads. Then he placed his right hand on Emily’s shaved mound, letting his thumb touch the hood of her pussy, at her clit. Emily thrust up and moaned, wanting him.

  Dr. Don put the anal beads to Emily’s anus and pushed, working the beads in, one at a time. He put as many as he could inside of her until his fingers came close to touching her hole.

  Each time a bead entered Emily, she sighed and felt herself relax on the hard ball. The sensation was wild, a continuous flow of relaxation, pressure, and pleasure.

  “Now,” Dr. Don said, “I’m going to slide them all out… at… once…”

  Dr. Don pulled on the beads and the sensation made Emily thrust herself wildly. As she thrust, Dr. Don allowed his thumb to rub on her clit, doubling the sensation.

  “Again!” Emily screamed. She looked down at Dr. Don and then added, “Please… Doctor…”

  “Again, yes,” Dr. Don said. “But I want you to touch yourself. Bring yourself to orgasm. Open yourself.”

  Dr. Don took his thumb away from Emily’s clitoris. Emily put her fingers to her pussy and started to play, rubbing with speed. Her body was already halfway to orgasm so she knew it wouldn’t take long.

  Dr. Don placed the anal beads back to Emily’s backside. He took the lube and added more, making sure the beads could enter as needed. He pushed, letting them in again, one by one, watching as Emily rubbed herself and thrust.

  Emily curled her fingers down and inserted them into her pussy. She started to finger herself relentlessly. She moved deeply, even adding a third finger. Her heels found the stirrups on the exam table and she lifted herself, desperate to reach orgasm.

  Dr. Don had the anal beads as deep as they could go and he started to massage her anus, wanting Emily to break that barrier… he wanted her to orgasm from all the intense pressure.

  Emily cried out and then started to lose her breath, offering growling sounds. Her back arched and her body started to convulse.

  “You’re there,” Dr. Don said. “Now… give it up… all of it…”

  Emily whimpered a few times and then she started to come.

  The orgasm was intense, her pussy throbbing and leaking, almost to the point of squirting. Emily placed her fingers to her clit and rubbed hard and fast, working through her orgasm.

  Dr. Don pulled the anal beads again, intensifying Emily’s orgasm.

  Even after he pulled the anal beads out, Emily continued to touch herself.

  Dr. Don smiled as he walked back to the counter.

&nbs
p; There was only one more thing to do…

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  Dr. Don let Emily play with herself for a solid minute as she came down from her orgasmic high. When she started to relax, she looked at the doctor and whimpered. There were tears in her eyes from the intense orgasm.

  “That was amazing,” Emily said.

  “One more thing to do,” Dr. Don said.

  He produced a set of handcuffs and Emily’s eyes went wide. She quickly started to shake her head but knew it was no use. After all, she was naked with her feet in stirrups. Her pussy leaked warm juices down to her throbbing anus. It turned her on.

  Fuck.

  “Slide off the table,” Dr. Don said.

  Emily took her feet from the stirrups and got off the table.

  “Turn around.”

  Emily listened.

  Dr. Don walked to Emily’s left. He slapped the cuffs to her wrist and then to the table, hooking her. He walked back to the counter, found another set of cuffs, and repeated the same process on her right side.

  Emily tugged at the cuffs. They were real cuffs… and they hurt like a bitch when she pulled at them.

  Dr. Don positioned himself behind Emily, using the lube for a third time. This time he squirted some of the thick liquid directly onto Emily’s anus, watching her throb as he did so. He then put the head of his cock to her tight hole, rubbing himself, letting the lube spread enough so she’d open for him.

  “Relax… and you’ll stay loose.”

  Dr. Don had no mercy nor care for Emily and her still sensitive spot. With the lube in place and his cock ready, he thrust forward, entering her anus.

  Even after the fingering and anal bead playing, Emily still wasn’t ready for the thickness of Dr. Don’s cock. He forced her hole open, thrusting deep and holding steady, not letting up on the intense pressure.

  Emily twisted her hands, wanting to reach back and pull his cock from her ass, but she couldn’t. The steel cuffs tearing at her wrists reminded her of that. Pain soared through her arms as she tried to wiggle free but in the end she had to accept it.

  She had to listen and succumb to her doctor.

  “Do you like this?” he asked.

  Emily threw her head back and screamed to him. “Yes Doctor! Yes!”

  “Good girl,” he replied.

  He fucked Emily then, pumping his cock at a gentle speed. The slower speed felt amazing to Dr. Don but it also kept the pressure at its highest peak possible inside of Emily’s body.