Drilled by the Doctor: A Medical Humiliating Exhibitionist First Time Menage (3 page)

Or maybe as if he owned the world and didn't give a rat's ass what the renters thought.

He stared into my pussy.

“What? You need a fucking picture?”

He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “You need gagged again?”

That shut me up quick. Sure, I’d like to have his big cock in my mouth. But not in front of the squad. Not so out of my control. He leaned down again and a flash of lightning ignited between my legs.

His tongue landed soft and moist on my clit. He licked up and tickled under the protecting hood.
 

My body shuddered and shook. Like my clit was the epicenter of an 8.6 shaker.
 

“Watch closely everyone. I want you to see how the inside of her vagina reacts when she orgasms.”

I couldn’t believe it. It was a nightmare. Straker’s insistent tongue lashed me. Hurt me with exquisite agony. I needed to come so bad. So fucking bad.

But not in front of my squad.

Straker made sure I didn’t have a choice. He reared back and slapped my thigh. Owww fuck! It jiggled and settled. The burn seeped in and mixed with the whirlpool of ecstasy and pain doing the rounds inside. They danced in a blur so fast it was hard to tell which was which. They became one.

Straker resumed my lashings. He lapped me like a dog at a water bowl. Every touch blasted echoing quivers through me.

And I came.

Straker pulled back and gave the others a clear view. They took turns peering into my gaping pussy. Straker’s fingers sandwiched my clit, rubbing up and down, making sure my orgasms didn’t fade before he wanted them to.

I lay there in stunned, orgasmic, horrified silence. Clenching, delicious agony coursed through me as every single one of my squad mates knelt down and peered deep inside my pussy.
 

As I came.

How fucking humiliating.

The guys didn’t even pretend not to be interested. They jumped down and looked ready to eat me alive. O’Malley was in such a rush he tripped and would’ve impaled the speculum into me if Straker hadn’t caught him.
 

At least O’Malley got a hard rap to the head for it.

The girls in the squad pretended to be disgusted or disinterested, but they each took their turn. And their turns were no shorter than the rest.

After everyone took a turn between my legs, Straker adjusted the speculum. The pressure inside me eased and the smooth metal slipped out.

Thank God.

It was over. I survived. Barely. The rest of basic training was going to be a fucking nightmare. With my spanked ass on the end of every disgusting joke these degenerates could think of.

Thank God it was over.

“Untie me already,” I said. I just wanted to be alone.

“You packing your bags?” Straker said.

“What?”

“We aren’t done yet,” he replied.

“All of that was for science,” Dr. Straker said. “For the advancement of their education.” He gestured to the circle of depraved fiends that surrounded me. I longed to slap each of them in turn, but having my legs and arms spread and bound wasn’t going to let that happen.

I looked back at Straker. At the hard ridges over every inch of his body. He was one lean cut of beef.

Mother Mary save me!
 

Why did Straker have to be such a hunk? Such a piece of hard candy needing to be sucked? Why did his cock look so big and yummy?

Straker stood between my legs.

“You want to go home, Private Smith? It’d be the happiest day of my life to buy your ticket.”

What an asshole. He wasn’t going to break me. None of them were.
 

“I’d open my mouth to say no but I’m afraid you might think it an invitation to shove your cock back in.”

“Is it an invitation?”

I so wanted to say yes. To suck the cum out of his balls like I needed it to live.

But not in front of everyone. Not like this.

“No, it isn’t. Get on with the punishment.”

He raised an eyebrow at me.
 

I hoped he was surprised. That my attitude was a kick in his balls.

“You heard the lady, get your asses up close, dimwits! Get your pants down and get busy. I don’t want to see anyone fall out until you’ve emptied your loads on Private Smith. Even you ladies!”

So that was the real punishment the squad had chosen!

Fucking disgusting!

And hot.

I disgusted myself thinking it was hot.

But I did.

They thought this was going to teach me a lesson. Well fuck them! I’d take every last shot and smile. On the belly, on the tits, in my face.
 
Whatever. They weren’t getting the satisfaction of seeing me grossed out and trying to escape.

O’Malley had his pants down in a flash. He grunted and a jet of hot cum splashed on my knee. Another spurt went further and trickled down my hip.

“O’Malley’s leading the pack for once,” Straker said.

The rest of my squad shouldered in around me and pulled their pants down. In less than a minute, a sea of cocks surrounded me. Heavy hands thumped them, whipping them toward eager completion. A few unshaven pussies eyeballed me too. Hot fingers pumped inside them. Just as eager as the boys.

Fuck it. Let them come on me. Then it could be finished. I could find a way to live with it. After a long, hot shower.

“Private Smith,” Straker said, “I’m a devout Catholic and I will not spill my seed without purpose.”

Why tell me? I didn’t care what religion he was. What the fuck difference did that make?

His cock slid between my lips.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” I jibbered.
 

“You like that?”

My head nodded before I could stop it.

His size stretched me open. Wider than the speculum. Only his was a hot spear burning into me. A stinging wound that healed the more he pounded. He grabbed my hips and dug his fingers in. His chest flexed and his stomach rippled as he fucked me. Corded muscle rippled in his arms as he hammered my pussy.
 

A hot spurt hit my stomach. Another splashed my tit. I couldn’t tell which direction it came from. The world was a mosaic of jerking hands and cocks and pussies.

Straker grunted and moaned and kept at his steady rhythm.

Someone above my head grunted, deep and raspy. A splash of scalding cum coated my lips. I licked it off and the second spurt dropped neatly into my mouth. The salty tang shocked me. I swallowed it quickly and licked at the thick coating on the roof of my mouth.

“This squad is a team,” Straker yelled. “You stick together. Stay together. Come together!”

His thumb found my clit. He circled and teased it as his cock bored into me. My hips bucked under him, opening myself before his every thrust. My belly tensed.
 

Hot seed spilled on my tits, from both sides of the circle. My nipples drowned in milky white. The grunts and moans and higher-pitched orgasms grew to fever pitch. The room shook with guttural noise.

They came on me. Together.

I needed to join them.

Straker bottomed out inside me and pinned the weight of his body on his cock. His stomach clenched. Hard muscles etched clear under the skin. He pulsed inside me. A searing spray erupted and coated the walls inside me.

He throbbed again and his hot cum filled me. He yanked his cock out. The feel of his sliding flesh on my inner walls was too much.

He dropped to his knees and covered my pussy with his mouth. He sucked my clit in between his teeth and tongued me.
 

I blasted off. Through the roof. Through the clouds. To outer space or some place like it. Where no thinking, no breathing, no nothing happens but the climax.

I came and came. Shuddering spasms swept through me.

Waterfalls of hot seed fell upon me. Briny cum splashed into my mouth. It pooled over my eyes. I jerked as each hot string slapped my tits and belly.
 

All the while, my legs begged to close around Straker’s face. To stop the jagged intensity.

He kept going. Licking and sucking.

Making me come harder and harder.

I was insane.
 

It hit me like a hammer blow.
 

I was utterly insane. No rational thought left.

I was a pulsing, shuddering blob of orgasm.

I swallowed some of the puddle of cum on my lips and choked out words.

“No more, no more, no more,” I said.

I couldn’t take coming a single second more. My body would literally blast apart into a billion tiny pieces.

They broke me.

They broke me completely. None of my defiant attitude remained. I had no defenses left.

They won.

Straker stopped his movement between my legs. The instant his tongue broke contact my body collapsed. Every muscle in my body went loose. I had nothing left. No reserves.

I only had just enough left within me to stay whole. To keep myself together.

Straker stood, his cock now softer but still intimidating.

“I think I speak for all of us, Private Smith, when I say that I sure hope you fuck up again.”

He grinned. A drop-dead sexy grin. A confident grin. One that said I just fucked you silly and I could do it again.

I hoped he would do it again.

Maybe even with everyone watching again.

“Give me a few days,” I said and smiled back.

THE END

Mated to the Doctors 1

Preview

* * * * *

His hands slipped lower and pulled my shirt up, crumpled it over my chest.. His strong hands grasped my breasts. His long fingers supporting them better than any underwire bra ever did. He squeezed and kneaded me. His tongue traced up the side of my neck.

“I need you, Kerry,” he said.

The hardness of his need pressed into my back. It shocked me like a cattle prod. It made me want to obey its demands.

“What about—“

The words faded as a moan overtook them. The words were important. They meant something that I needed to remember. About my highest purpose in life. I couldn’t remember.

The dampness between my legs. The stiff heat on my back. My breasts rolling in waves in his hands.

That’s all there was.

He unhooked the clasp hidden deep in my cleavage. The satin cups fell away and my large breasts settled.

His hands grasped me. Pinched my aching nipples. He rolled my taut buds between his fingers.

“Ooohhh yes.”

I heard the sounds come out. But I didn’t make them. I didn’t think I made them. I couldn’t remember if I did. I couldn’t remember anything.

There was something I really needed to remember.

“I need to be inside you, Kerry,” Ryan said.

His manhood throbbed in my back, as if to agree with the spoken words. The pulse set off an echo inside me. Inside down there. My insides clenched and an electric shock crackled to my toes.

I felt so alive. Like the colors were too bright and the air buzzed with energy you could touch.

“Ryan, I, I.”

I wished I could talk. I wished words were a tool I could use to communicate. To make my desire known.

I wanted him.

I wanted him inside me. I wanted his seed filling me.

He followed his kiss around to my lips. His mouth stole my breath. Left me weak and uncertain. His hand traced my belly, my hips, my knee, my thigh.

The temple between my legs longed for his touch. Longed to be filled with his love.

He traced a fingertip along my thigh, closer. He pushed aside my shorts and panties.

And touched me.

There.

My sacred, burning bush.

* * * * *

Click here to check it out on Amazon.

Kinsey Grey’s Newsletter

I’m always working on new and naughty procedures. There is a lot of healing yet to do! If you’d like to be notified of free and discounted new releases, sign up below.

Your email address will never be shared and you can unsubscribe at any time. Your email address will be used for nothing else. I hate spam too.

Click here to sign up.

Did You Like It?

If you enjoyed the story, please consider leaving a review. Even a quick comment would be great! It really does help.

Click here to leave a review.

About the Author

Hospital administrator by day, author with a wild imagination and a very smutty pen at night, Kinsey Grey writes steamy stories with a medical theme.

If you like hot very naughty doctors and nurses who don't mind crossing ethical and sexual boundaries then you will love her sizzling stories of love and lust.

Check her out on Amazon.