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A woman gets a surprise while visiting her doctor
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Bad time at the doctor's
You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It's weird
being shaven. You haven't felt like this since you were twelve, and
and it's all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend
over to watch the fight. One thing led to another... Before long
you were sucking Al's cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty
bush.
He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the lather
and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every little
curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for
awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he
thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting
in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as
he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina's sweetness.
He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips till you screamed
into Al's loins. Your kneeling attacker only took your suck all the
harder as your huspand rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock wagged
erect and mean looking.
He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly shaven
pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid in and out your
wet tightness till he came. He grunted, spurting against your womb
and bringing your own orgasm as his ejaculate filled you to overflowing.
The cock in your mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt against
your tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as its
owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around his shaft
and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband withdrew his now limp
shaft, watched affectionately as his spew trickled from your still
spasming pussy to run wet down the crease of your ass and pool on
the sofa's coarse upholstery.
Now here you sit in the gynecologist's office, wondering if the
ordeal really merits a check-up. But you can't be too careful, and
besides, the kind doctor will have some comforting words to sooth
your still jangled nerves. Is marital rape still marital, you ponder
to yourself, if your husband's buddy helps?
The nurse comes out to guide you into the examination room. She's
small, Japanese, and her nicely proportioned bottom sways prettily
under her white dress as she leads the way. You're stripped and into
your gown in a moment, she returns to help you onto the examining
table, then helps you place your feet in the stirrups. You notice
that she takes unusual interest in your shaven condition. You blush
a deep red and half close your thighs to her gaze. She admonishes
you to remain spread and open so that the doctor can do his thing.
The doctor enters. He too is immediately affected by your starkly
naked crotch, unusual in a man who sees so many each day... He listens
to your story. You pour the entire tale out, unburden yourself of
every detail of the previous evening's atrocities. The nurse fidgets
as your recollection winds on, the good doctor seems to be breathing
heavy as he snaps on a 'pinky cheater' and gets down to business.
He squeezes a dollop of K-Y jelly onto two fingers and probes your
genitals for what seems like eons. You begin to perspire, your eyes
fixed on the ceiling tiles, your nipples beginning to stir with a
mind of their own under the thin coton gown. You look down at last,
wondering if he'll ever finish, and realize with a start that the
pretty nurse is fondling the doctor's hardening cock through his
trousers!
"Never mind, dear," the panting professional coos, "All part of
procedure." To better reach your intimate depths, he grasps your
clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, massages
your vibrating little girl-cock avidly as he thrusts into you all
the deeper. You feel your moisture swell, your sweet sleeve balloons
and throbs round his rhythmic examining.
Not satisfied with the view afforded by your position, he asks
you to turn and raise yourself onto all fours. You comply, thrust
yourself back open and all the more embarassingly exposed to their
view. The nurse releases her employer's bulging cock and lifts your
gown up over your trembling ass. You look back as he stuffs a forefinger
wet with your juices up your bottom to steady you, then resumes his
probbing of your pitiably juicing pussy, realize that the nurse is
now on her knees, has released your GYN's steaming penis from his
slacks and is sucking it violently! How very strange, you reflect.
The stimulation is too much. You arch your back, raise your head
and bellow at the chart depicting a cross-section of someone's inner
ear. Your hideously over-stimulated crotch clenches and distends
in your trusted examiner's incessant tickling. Your anus contracts
round his massaging finger and your juices squirt out the stretched
mouth of your vagina and down your widespread thighs. Looking down
the neck of your gown and between your hanging titties, you watch
as the nurse milks a splendid cum from your physician's jerking organ.
She swalows his squirt noisily, then replaces his dick before zipping
him neatly up.
The doctor, now sated and a good deal calmer than when he first
caught sight of your hairless pussy, removes the glove all sopping
with your juices, washes his hands in the basin, assures you that
everything seems to be just fine. He exits and his little helper
assists you in getting down from the table and back into your clothes.
You arrange a future visit at the front desk and walk out into
the sunlight. Your knees are shaking a bit, but you feel much better
for having sought professional advice. After all, who can a woman
trust if not her gynecologist?
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