by Jolene Avonn
My hair draped in long strands over my face. Hot water poured over me in torrents. I squeezed my eyes shut and wedged my finger hard into my tightness, gasping, thrusting over and over until my tunnel rolled in tight spasm of pleasure. For an instant, I was fucking him — I was really, truly fucking Dr. Langley. I was riding his thick cock and he was thrashing on the exam table, on his back, his hands now frantic on my tits and his hard abs flexing as he fucked up hard enough to knock me in the air.
Finally, finally, the dam burst and I came in harsh grunts that I tried in vain to suppress. I lost track of time and place; when I slowly opened my eyes I found myself kneeling in the tub with hot water flowing down my back and I was still reflexively grinding my cunt on my fingers.
“Dr. Langley,” I moaned. “Yes, Dr. Langley.”
It was several minutes before I could stand. I huddled on the floor of the tub until my legs stopped trembling. I pulled myself up, spun off the faucet, and stepped gingerly out of the shower to dry myself.
As I combed out my long brown hair and smoothed cool lotion up and down my reddened thighs, calves, arms, and midsection, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to rest until I’d seen him again.
~~~
I called the doctor’s office first thing the next morning. I’d hardly slept, still shaken by my new crush. The receptionist dutifully informed me that it’d be at least a month before there was another opening with Dr. Langley.
Cursing under my breath the entire time, I made the appointment. Four and a half weeks until I could meet the doctor once more.
That was not going to do. As soon as I hung up the phone, I knew I’d never make it that long. My increasing arousal throughout the day only proved it — I could hardly stand twirling on the barstool we used behind the counter at the video store. My face was perma-flushed a rosy pink and my skin bristled with the type of energy that could only be directed one place.
After two more days of such torture, and two long nights of crazily fucking my hand until I wept in pleasure, I found myself wandering around the clinic’s parking lot one evening as the place was closing.
Totally by accident, I assure you.
I waited behind a shiny red SUV until I saw Dr. Langley exit the office building’s back door. He walked toward a dark green sedan, his dress shoes clicking on the asphalt in a quick-step. He wore khakis and a blue Oxford, a classic look, and he ran his hand through his perfectly messy hair twice, fighting the unruliness of a breeze. When he turned to open the car door I noticed how perfect his ass was — firm, round, powerful — and the thump in my chest drove me forward. His shirt stretched along his back in a way that made me want to lose myself to rubbing his strong shoulders.
But deeper within, I knew I wanted to find out if my gut instinct was right. Something I’d felt when Dr. Langley had tormented me in the office. Because if I’d lost control in throwing myself at his mercy, he’d also lost control.
If I was correct, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was time to find out.
“Dr. Langley! Hi!” I said with fake confidence as I approached. “It’s me, Liz Clancy.”
Dr. Langley spun around and shot me a withering glare.
“What the hell do you want? Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I was just walking by and thought I’d mention that I made an appointment to see you again. In a month or so, I guess.”
“Why did you do that? Didn’t you understand me yesterday?”
I pushed closer, now only a few inches away. I focused on the top button of his shirt. I even reached to pick a piece of fuzz from his chest.
Dr. Langley didn’t flinch. I took that as a good sign.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “This time it really is an emergency, though. Do you think there’s any way I could get in earlier? Like, sometime this — ”
Dr. Langley grabbed my wrist and jerked me close. My breasts surged against his chest and the heat between us made my insides do a flip.
“Cut the bullshit, Miss Clancy.”
“I…I’m sorry, Dr. Langley, it’s just — ”
“Do you know what you’re getting into?”
I nodded, quivering as my nipples tightened.
“If you really think you can handle what I’ll do to you, Miss Clancy, get here tomorrow at 10 a.m. I’ll put you on the list. But don’t show up if you’re going to waste my time.”
He shoved me away and looked me up and down dismissively. I’d worn a short pair of shorts that I thought flattered my long legs, and my pink t-shirt was plenty tight across my chest. I’m sure he could see the twin points of my extreme interest on prominent display.
Dr. Langley shook his head. “This might actually be fun. Don’t be fucking late.”
He climbed into his car and cranked it to life.
This might actually be fun.
The words echoed as Dr. Langley pulled out of the parking lot.
If I can handle what he’ll do to me?
That kept me up all night.
I’d been right after all.
~~~
I arrived at the clinic at 9:30 to be safe. I filled out the forms you always have to fill out, no matter how many times you go, and sat in the lobby. I tried to focus on the magazines I picked up and discarded. Nothing made the time go faster. The minute hand on the clock above the receptionist’s frosted glass window moved so slowly I thought it was broken.
At 10:10, Nurse Moore opened the door and waved for me to come back.
“Not sure how you managed this, missy, but consider yourself lucky. We’re booked solid due to all the allergies starting up. Going to be a rough spring. Take a seat here in exam room seven and slip on your gown like before. Dr. Langley will be along in a few minutes. It might be awhile…he had to squeeze you in between normal appointments.”
Exam room seven was more like a regular office. There was a large desk, some bookshelves, and a storage closet. An exam table that had a mechanism for lowering and raising had been installed in the middle of the room, and a standard supply cabinet and counter offered up the regular array of instruments: stethoscope, reflex hammer, tongue depressors, and various antiseptics and salves.
I brimmed with excitement. As soon as the office door shut I pulled my light blue sundress over my head and shivered in the deliciously cool office air. I’d left my bra at home; my breasts sprung free and my puffy nipples slowly squeezed into points. I stood for a moment in only my white lace panties. I ran my hands down my chest, brushing my nipples, sliding over my tummy and pressing against my crotch. There was something captivating about the naughtiness of it all — knowing that in minutes Dr. Langley’s hands would be all over me, doing all sorts of things.
I hooked my fingers into my panties’ waistband and jerked them down. Feeling impish, I tossed them on to the gray office chair behind the desk. I pulled on the paper gown and, for the very first time, loved the scratchy feel of the garment against my tingling skin.
Then, I sat on the exam table. I steeled myself for a long wait. Dr. Langley probably had to handle a half-dozen other patients first.
But right at 10:15 the door opened. I hopped off the table and faced Dr. Langley with my hands behind my back. He slammed the door and studied me carefully.
“Are you ready for your preliminary exam, Miss Clancy?”
“I’m ready,” I stammered. I admit, I was already wet and eager for Dr. Langley to ram me against the counter and take me any way he wanted. That’s how it played out in my fantasies: he’d shove me against the counter, push his fingers into my cunt until I begged him to fuck me, and then finally give me his thick member in one hard thrust.
“Drop the gown,” he said.
I complied, hesitant but also excited to show myself to him. I slipped the paper gown off my shoulders and let it drift to the floor. I was totally exposed, bare breasts swelling out toward Dr. Langley and my pussy pulsing hot flashes as I shifted foot to foot in front of him.
“Well, well, well,
” he said, taking me in with one quick up-down-up glance.
I started to smile, but before I could even whisper “Do you like what you see?” Dr. Langley grabbed my shoulder and shoved me hard against the exam table.
He pressed close and whispered into my ear: “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Liz Clancy,” he growled. His breath seared my neck and his hips shoved hard against my ass, a thick line pressing between my cheeks and shocking me with its girth. “Before I fuck you I’m going to have to make sure you can handle it. Get on the table.”
I hopped up on the table, unable to suppress a giggle as my breasts bounced right in front of the doctor’s face. He ignored me, working a series of levers that released two metal stirrups angling out at forty-five degrees. The sight of the contraption sent an icicle of fear straight into my chest.
“Are those — ”
“What do you think?” Dr. Langley said. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs so suddenly that I didn’t have time to react. He slid me down on the table until my ass was right at the edge, and then spread me until my thighs and calves met the cold metal stirrups. I blushed with embarrassment as he strapped me in — he had a complete, full view of my pussy and there was nothing I could do to hide myself. Pink patches of shame bloomed across my chest and tummy. I fumbled to cover my crotch.
Can he see that I’m already wet? Is he really going to fuck me like this?
A thousand questions ran through my mind in that instant. Dr. Langley double-checked the stirrup straps and then moved to my side. He stroked my forearm, sending a rush of goosebumps up and down my body. I was still trying to sit up, awkwardly covering my pussy with my hands. Dr. Langley pulled my arms apart and leaned me back flat on the table.
“Don’t be too afraid, Liz,” he said. “I can feel you shaking already.”
“Okay,” I stammered. “That…that feels good.”
He cupped my tits, squeezing with strong, warm fingers until I gasped. Nobody had ever touched me like that outside of my showertime dreams. He pressed my breasts together and released them, watching them jiggle and then perch firm and full on my chest; then he reached down and pulled a heavy leather strap from the side of the table and draped it across my belly.
“This could hurt a bit,” he said.
When he tightened the strap, making sure to pin my arms at my side, it snugged just under my tits and compressed my ribs until only short breaths felt easy.
“Okay, then,” Dr. Langley said. “Let’s begin the real examination.”
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Now I want you to be absolutely quiet for this. Please remember there are other patients nearby, alright, Miss Clancy? They don’t want to hear some uncontrollable slut making noise.”
“Okay.”
Dr. Langley walked to the counter and opened a drawer. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard metal instruments rustling. I shifted my hips, squirming on the table as the cool air of the room’s A/C vent blew across my pussy. God, was he going to leave me like this? Strapped down so tight I couldn’t move, pussy wet and vulnerable and ripe for the taking?
The drawer slammed shut and I jumped.
Dr. Langley returned to my side and wedged a small pillow under my head.
“I want you to be able to watch,” he murmured. Before I’d realized what he was doing, he’d slipped a smaller strap over my forehead and buckled it down. Now I had no choice but to focus on what was about to happen between my legs.
Dr. Langley perched on a rolling exam chair and maneuvered himself to the foot of the table, directly in front of my pussy. He pressed a button and the table began to hum as it slowly lowered. He stopped it when the surface, and my bound body, was level with his chest.
“Let’s have a little look,” he said. He slid his hands, now covered by tight latex gloves, up and down my thighs until my skin felt warm and plump.
“Such good muscle tone here,” he said, squeezing everywhere he could between my knees and hips, feeling me up like I was a prize possession.
I blinked hard and tried to keep my legs from trembling. The doctor’s touch was insistent and firm, and I never knew quite where his hand would land next. He brushed my pussy every so often, as if by accident, and I whimpered as my juices seeped free. My hips tilted of their own accord, tipping me up to meet every expected touch.
Dr. Langley leaned in.
“Now I’ll make sure you’re as pure as you claimed, Miss Clancy,” he said. Still caressing my thigh with one hand, he slid the other up until he’d framed my pussy with his first two fingers. My head pulled up against the strap, my body on fire as soon as his fingers met my outer labia.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” I moaned. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Please,” he said. “Quiet.”
Dr. Langley stroked the outside of my pussy for what felt like forever, letting his fingers drift up and down the blossoming folds and commenting the entire time.
“You’ll feel yourself opening to me. Ahhh, that’s it, Liz. I see your wetness already. Let it go, let it all relax, relax those hips, open to me, Liz.”
I shuddered and took as deep a breath as I could, then let it out. I could feel Dr. Langley’s warmth covering my inner thighs, my cunt, my very being. I twitched with a tight, inner spasm and mewled again.
“Do not come,” he snapped. “I’m going to verify the integrity of your hymen now, Miss Clancy. I would appreciate it if you would control yourself.”
When Dr. Langley’s index finger parted my lips, I clenched my jaw to keep from crying out. His fingertip felt like the lightest tongue probing inside. Warm, wet, and sensual. He pushed in slightly, widening me with a second finger, and pulled my inner labia apart. Then he slipped in further until he’d settled one thick digit against the tight ring of my virginity.
“Good, good,” he murmured. “You weren’t lying to me.”
He continued to slowly work a single finger in and out, in and out, pushing against me until the dull hum of pain was exquisite. As one hand performed the tiniest fucking motions, another slid a thumb to my clit and feathered it ever so gently. All the while, Dr. Langley stared intently at my sex, nodding in approval.
“Your capacity to lubricate yourself is quite remarkable,” the doctor said. “Do you feel that? Can you tell that you’ve drenched my table? You’re a dirty little slut, Liz. This can’t be tolerated.”
I nodded, whispering, “Yes, doctor,” through gnashing teeth. It took all of my willpower to stave off a climax that was thrashing up and down my center. The doctor turned and twisted his finger, driving deeper for just an instant to make me yelp in pain, and then withdrew.
He rolled back on the chair and reached for something on the floor.
“Next, we’ll see how your body handles a true orgasm,” Dr. Langley said. He lifted a wand-shaped vibrator for me to see — it was black, about the length of a rolling pin, and it had an oval-shaped rubber end that he pressed directly against my pussy.
I stared in disbelief.
Dr. Langley cranked a small handle at the base of the table and my stirrup-bound legs began to close. My thighs tightened against the vibrator and, with a few more cranks, the doctor had wedged the devilish machine securely using my legs for grip. The handle hung down toward the floor, and he reached underneath to flick its switch.
The vibrator hummed to life against my cunt.
“Ohhhh-ahhhh!” I shrieked, unable to hold back as the instantaneous shock of a thousand pulses a second rocked me senseless.
“Quiet!” the doctor hissed. He was at my side in a flash, forcing my mouth open and shoving in a hard wad of fabric until I quaked in panic. “Not another sound.”
He released me and only then did I realize that he’d gagged me with my own panties. I tasted myself, the damp left-behind musk of my own arousal, and a heady mix of woozy lust made me sag back on the table, groaning imperceptibly as the vibrator thrummed and pulsed.
“Refrain from releasing that climax, Miss Clancy,” Dr.
Langley said. “We’re not done yet, my dear.”
He dangled two lengths of surgical tubing over my chest, draping the rubber across my nipples and then circling it around and around my belly as my body began to shiver.
“I imagine these are quite sensitive,” he said, gripping my breast and squeezing until my nipple distended. “Probably never felt anything like this before.”
I tried to shake my head, grunting a “No” sound that was more like a gurgling plea.
Dr. Langley squeezed harder, and then looped one piece of tubing tight around the base of my tit. Incredibly tight. He wound and pulled until my breast was bound and swollen in a high point, my softest flesh already purpling. I squealed into my panties, my eyes wide with shock. The new pain combined with the vibrator’s steady rhythm started me convulsing against the table’s straps.
“That’s it,” Dr. Langley said, laughing at me. “Now you’ll see how much fun we’re going to have.” He walked to my other side, gripped my breast, and squeezed. With another lash of tubing, he bound me again and then stood back to admire his work.
I bucked against the straps wildly now. My breasts ballooned out and began to go dark red-purple, the pain and heat slowly turning to a numbing sense of fullness. I groaned into the now-soaked panties, small dribbles of saliva running out of my mouth as I struggled for air. Dr. Langley turned the vibrator to a higher setting and when the double-quick pulses hit, I froze in stiff agony, my back arching up off the table and my head straining against the strap on my forehead like I’d been electrocuted.
“Mmmmmnnnnfffffff!” I squealed into my gag. My cunt gushed on the vibrating orb, the motions only getting slicker and faster against my clit, and it was when I finally gave in and slumped on the table that the first climax struck, bringing me surging against the straps all over again. I writhed in this horrible ecstasy, my pussy shaking against the wand and my insides roiling with a million tiny spasms in my core. The rush of endorphins in my torso made all the pain vanish. All the shock and crushing heat in my chest turned to a blissful cloud of pleasure. I moaned and moaned for the doctor, locking eyes with him as he held my gaze with a small, firm smile.
