One Hot Night (5 page)

Jennifer nodded,
adjusting her arms until her position on the bench was comfortable.

“Can you continue
now, please?” he asked.

“Well, so, he got
mad. I think he yelled maybe? Anyway, he made me bend over a table nearby and
then started hitting me.”

“Spanking your
bottom?”

“Yes.”

The doctor rubbed
her ass cheek for a moment and then gave her a light tap. “Like this?”

 
“No. Harder.” She said, shaking her head, her
long brown hair brushing her shoulders.

He gave her a hard
smack, the smacking sound of his palm echoed in the room. Jennifer gasped. It
didn’t hurt at all, but was just like when the doctor had first touched her
pussy.

“Harder I think.
It hurt, I remember.”

“Okay. Let’s try
this.”

Jennifer tensed
up, and this time the doctor spanked her hard enough to make her cry out, tears
springing to her eyes.

“Oh, yes. Like
that. It hurt.”

“Good, okay. Now
let’s check,” he said as he placed a finger back inside her pussy. “Excellent.
You're still swollen and aroused.”

He brushed against
her clit softly and she hissed at the jolt of pleasure.

“Yes, definitely
very turned on. What happened next?”

“Uhm, he kept
spanking me. I tried to get away from him, but he held me down and just started
really whaling on me.”

“Whaling?” the
doctor asked.

“Yeah, like
hitting me rapid fire over and over.”

“Okay. I see.
Well, I think if we want to truly test my theory, I shall have to do the same
on you. What do you think?”

Jennifer tensed
with rattled nerves, but wanted to find out what his theory was. “Yes, okay.”

“Excellent. But
before I do, what happens after? This way I can see if continuing would be
appropriate or not.”

“After he was done
spanking me, that’s when he started fucking me.” Jennifer no longer cared about
politeness and was using whatever words worked to get her message across. “He
fucked me hard and kept holding me tight everywhere. He would squeeze my hips,
then my tits. He’d take a huge chunk of my ass in his hands and squeeze hard.”

“Is that how it
ended?” the doctor asked.

“No. He fucked my
ass too. No lube or anything. Just took his cock out of my pussy and shoved it
into my ass. In the dream, it was so natural. I wanted him to do it. Longed for
it. That’s about when I woke up, and all I wanted was to shove something in my
ass and see what it felt like in real life.”

“Hmm. Well, I
think that part of the dream is a bit unrealistic. But we can come close. I
have some lube here. Let’s get you ready and then we can finish the
re-enactment and see how you feel. Okay?”

Jennifer’s mind
was racing, hoping with every ounce of her being that he would actually fuck
her. She figured he was probably only going to use some sort of medical device
to mimic a penis. She wanted to ask him, but she was too afraid to find out if her
hopes would be dashed. Instead, she nodded, and tried to convince herself that he
would really go all the way with her.

The doctor moved
over to a cabinet and took out a tube of lubricant while Jennifer watched, then
he went back behind her and reached between her legs. With one hand, he parted
her wet pussy lips and inserted a finger, wiggling it around and then sliding
it up her slit and tickling her clit.

“Does this feel
good?” he asked.

“Yes, but not like
in the dream.”

“Right, this is
only to give you some arousal so I can stretch your anus easier. You must be
made ready for anything anal or you can be torn and injured.”

“Okay, I
understand,” she said, grateful he was taking such good care of her.

“Now I’m going to
place my finger against your anus and slowly push in. The lube will feel a
little cold, but nothing should hurt.”

Jennifer nodded
and felt him start to press against her ass while still fingering her pussy
with his other hand. This was the first time a man had touched her there, and
it was like nothing else she had ever felt.

“Oh, it’s so
strange! I can feel what you’re doing in both places, but when you started
touching my ass, it made the other thing you’re doing feel even better.”

“Excellent
observation, Jennifer. That really helps. I’m going to continue.”

He kept pushing
against her tight little hole, and Jennifer hissed when she felt his finger
start to enter her body. The skin was stretched very tight, and it reminded her
uncomfortably of a bowel movement.

“It kind of
stings?” she said, not really sure how to describe it.

“Yes. That sounds
right. Your skin is being stretched. We’ll go slowly. Just tell me if it hurts
too much.”

“Okay,” she said.

His finger went in
deeper, introducing an odd sort of fullness into the already heady mix of
sensations. It didn’t feel completely right even though it seemed to act as a
sort of catalyst to how aroused she was from him playing with her pussy.
Suddenly she felt like she might come from what the doctor was doing to her.
She squirmed on the table. He might think her as immature if she had an orgasm,
might even put a stop to his thorough examination.

“How are you
doing?” he asked.

“Uhm, good,” she
said, scared to share her latest concerns with him.

“Great. I’m really
happy with the progress we’ve made here. I’m going to go ahead and remove my
fingers from your vagina and concentrate solely on your anus. Since most of the
arousal in your dream came from the circumstances and not so much from how the
man touched you, I do not want to deviate from that too much.”

Jennifer nodded,
relieved he wasn’t going to make her come. It would have been terribly awkward
and embarrassing.

The doctor started
moving the finger in and out of her ass exactly like he had been doing to her
pussy earlier. Every additional thrust of his finger was more comfortable to
take. Then he started to circle his finger with each inward movement to stretch
the skin further.

Jennifer moaned, a
deep, dark moan from down in her stomach. What he was doing to her was so
primal. She felt like she was stepping out of her skin to become someone else,
a woman who actually did these things and did them for pure enjoyment of
utilizing every pleasure nerve her body had.

“I’m going to add
a second finger now,” the doctor said softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb
the sensual trance Jennifer was in. His voice mimicked a hypnotist, calmly
walking her through each step.

Jennifer tensed up
at first, nervous about being stretched double what she was now. She felt the
tip probing around where his first finger was, looking for an opening. Then he
found a way, and his second finger stated to join the first. The stretched skin
burned, and Jennifer wasn’t sure she liked it anymore.

“Ow?” she said,
not wanting to interrupt but thinking it was important he knew it hurt.

“Try to relax,” he
said. “It’s your first time so the stretching is going to be uncomfortable. I
promise you’re not being injured though. Just concentrate on keeping relaxed
and breathe in and out.”

“Okay.”

She did as he
said, breathing slow and willing her nerves and heartbeat to settle. The
burning around her asshole eased, and she relaxed even more.

“I’m going to add
some more lube so you’ll feel the cold again.”

The new
application of lube cooled her ass even more. When he started to move both
fingers inside her stretched ass, she was able to take it easily. It was
different than before now that he wasn’t playing with her pussy. Everything was
centered on the tight ring of muscle and the entirely different pleasure
receptors within.

But, like he had
explained, it was more than what he was doing with her body that had her libido
going through the roof. The cold, sterile doctor’s office, the man she hadn’t
met before touching her so intimately, the clinical and professional way he did
the dirty things to her body all culminated to intense feelings that coursed
through her veins.

It was a
completely different scenario from the dream she had described, but the way it
affected her was the same. More importantly, since this was real and not a
dream, it was a million times better. And she knew reality trumping a dream was
not something that happened very often. She would never forget this day.

Now he started to
scissor his fingers inside her tight hole. She sucked in a breath when the
feeling of having her skin stretched too far abruptly ramped up again.

“Calm, calm,” He said
soothingly, rubbing one of her butt cheeks.

Jennifer refocused
on her breathing and relaxation. It was a moment of triumph when she was able
to get her body under control and accept what he was doing to her. Each time
she thought her hole couldn’t get any wider, the doctor made it happen.

“Okay,” he said.
“You’re pretty well stretched now. We don’t want to go too far since there
should be some discomfort. I believe, from what you’ve told me, that pain is an
important component in the fantasy of your dream.”

“Fantasy?” she
asked.

“Yes. When you
have a dream you remember so well, there’s usually a reason. It either scared
you, or made you sad, or happy. It triggers something. This dream triggered
your sensuality. I’m assuming the other dreams were similar? They also involved
pain and domination?”

Jennifer thought
back. There was one dream where she had been kidnapped, and her abductor made
her things before he released her. She was tied up, forced to suck his cock and
take him all the way down her throat, and then he fucked her hard against the
wall.

In another dream,
the boyfriend she was with at the time forced her to let another man fuck her
while he watched. After the dream, she told her boyfriend about it thinking
he’d be turned on. Instead he thought it meant she wanted to be with other men
and dumped her.

“Yes,” she finally
said. “They all did. How did you know?”

“I can tell by the
way your body is responding to what we’re doing here in the real world. Some
researchers say dreams are your brain’s way of offloading junk or stray
thoughts. But I agree with the ones who say dreams have a much deeper purpose.
It may sound Freudian, but we really can use dreams to know ourselves better.
You’ve already taken an excellent first step in journaling them and discussing
them with me. Now we get to unravel the puzzle and find the prize.”

Jennifer thought
about it for a moment. He made it sound so simple and uncomplicated. While he
had explained everything, his fingers were still in her ass moving softly back
and forth. He acted like it was all entirely normal. But she didn’t feel it was
normal. It was about as far from it as a person could get.

“But what do these
dreams say about me?” she asked. “Why am I wanting someone to hurt me or use me
like a sex toy? What’s wrong with me?”

The doctor removed
his fingers from her ass and went over to the sink to wash his hands. While he
did, he answered her question. “Jennifer, there is absolutely nothing wrong
with you. Are you actually being hurt here? I mean, injured in some way? Is
anyone doing anything you don’t want done? Is anyone else getting hurt?”

“No,” she answered
slowly.

“Then there’s
nothing wrong with you. Your desires are commonly referred to as kinky or alternative,
but that doesn’t mean they are wrong or bad. Plenty of people enjoy the things
you’ve described. And why not? Have you ever felt the way you’ve felt here
today in a relationship that doesn’t have any of these, shall we say,
enhancements?”

Jennifer laughed.
“Hell no.”