One Hot Night (7 page)

“I see you’re
already aroused. Your own natural lubricants are abundant and your clitoris is
swollen.” He removed his finger and showed her how it glistened in the light.

Jennifer blushed,
but didn’t say anything. Her heart was beating fast. His entirely clinical
touch was turning her on so fast it was mortifying.

“Go ahead and lie
back. Instead of using stirrups, you can place your feet on the table as close
to your rear as you can and let your legs remain apart.”

She obeyed
quickly, glad she could stare up at the ceiling while he continued the exam.
Once she was in position, he swirled his finger inside her pussy and then
probed her anus, slipping only the tip of his finger in. Jennifer wanted to
squirm, but managed to keep still. Despite being uncomfortable, she couldn’t
say it hurt.

“If you decide
you’d like to partake in anal sex regularly, eventually you may be able to take
a penis into your anus with little or no lubricant without worrying about
injury.”

His finger
withdrew, and he went over to the sink and washed his hands while Jennifer
thought about what he said. She had no idea if she could ever handle full on
anal sex. What they had done at her first appointment had overwhelmed her
entirely, and she still wasn’t sure she had liked it, even if it had aroused
her more than anything else.

“Do I have to do
anal?” she asked.

He walked back to
her and met her concerned gaze. “Absolutely not. You don’t have to do anything
you truly don’t want to do. However, your dreams suggest pushing the limits is
part of what arouses you. If you don’t challenge yourself to move outside your
comfort zone, you may end up finding yourself getting complacent and bored very
quickly.”

“How do I figure
out what I really like and what I really don’t?”

Smiling, he said,
“that’s what I’m here for.”

“Okay,” she
replied with a grin.

“Tell me
something. Have any of your dreams involved forced fellatio?”

Immediately her
blush went to a bright red. “Uhm, yes. Very often.”

“And is fellatio something
you typically enjoy doing?”

She shrugged as
best she could lying down. “It’s okay. Kind of boring. It definitely doesn’t do
anything for me.”

“Interesting. And
how about in your dreams?”

“That’s what’s so
weird. In my dreams, I’m being forced to do it, and I love it. But in real
life, I only do it if the guy really hints around for it and makes it obvious
he’s expecting it.”

Dr. Franklin
walked around to the head of the table. “I’m going to drop this section down
here,” he said, touching the padding next to her right ear. “I want you to let
your head fall back once there’s no longer any table there for it to rest on.”

Jennifer did as
he’d asked, feeling strangely vulnerable with her legs still wide open and her
neck so vulnerable.

“Next I’m going to
raise the table up a little.”

He did as he said
and then moved to stand directly behind her. Jennifer’s eyebrows rose in alarm
when she realized he had placed her at the perfect height to give him head,
even if the position was very weird.

Without saying
anything else, he undid his belt and lowered his zipper, pulling his cock out
through the opening. He looked already fully erect and large.

“Open your mouth,”
he ordered in a tone more commanding than he had used all evening.

She obeyed
immediately. The head of his cock pressed against her pursed lips before
forcing its way into her mouth. The doctor clasped her face between his hands
and started thrusting between her lips. She was so shocked, she had no idea
what to do.

At first he only
slid about halfway in. But then he started to go in further with each inward
motion. His cock started to block her airway. He left it there for a second or
two before drawing back. She was gagging and struggling around his thick shaft.

 
Pretty soon he was hitting her nose with his
balls each time, but she’d figured out it was like when he was stretching her
ass. If she forced herself to keep calm and relax her muscles, it went much
smoother. It wasn’t long before his use of her had her pussy thrumming with
need.

He was completely
silent while he fucked her face, and the only noises in the room were the
slurping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth. She thought he
would keep going until he came, but as abruptly as he started, he stopped,
removing himself completely with a loud wet POP that filled the room.

“I’m going to put
the table back up.”

Once her head was
supported again, he went to the other side of the table and sat down in his
stool. Like before he inserted his finger into her pussy to test her level of
arousal.

“Excellent.
Exactly like I suspected. Your clitoris is nearly vibrating you are so aroused
right now, and I can see your vaginal lubricant is flowing much more. Your body
is completely ripe for intercourse.”

Jennifer was still
in shock from the sudden, rough use of her mouth by the previously pleasant
doctor and wasn’t sure what to say. She kept her eyes on the ceiling and waited
for what would come next. For the first time, she was a little scared of him.
But, at the same time, she knew he was right. Her need to be fucked was off the
charts and it was only her mental discomfort that kept herself from begging him
to immediately take her.

Apparently, he
wasn’t going to wait for her to ask him. He stood, and without warning, dropped
the lower half of the table down. Then he stepped between her legs and thrust
his cock inside her. It was quick, hard, and completely unexpected.

There had never
been anything else in her life feeling even remotely as good as being filled to
the brim with this man’s dick. She moaned and then slapped her hands over her
mouth in embarrassment at making any sound. Like before, he was completely
quiet.

He fucked her like
a machine, setting a steady pace of maximum-thrusting. Her tits playfully
bounced from the bucking of his hips against her. When she looked at him, she
saw he wasn’t looking at her. The expression on his face was the same one you would
see when a man was maybe reading a newspaper or an interesting article online.

He definitely
didn’t look like someone in the throes of passion. Other than his cock and
pelvis, he wasn’t touching her body. His hands were by his sides while he
pumped in and out of her. He looked like he was simply—doing his job.

Her body didn’t
seem to care whether or not he was enjoying himself. The way he moved his cock
inside of her combined with everything else that had happened that night had
her heading toward climax faster than ever before. She tightened up her inner
muscles and clenched the fabric of the robe in her fists. Only barely was she
able to keep from groaning out loud.

But right before
she was about to orgasm, he stopped. He gave her a quick smile while he, with
some difficulty, put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. More than a
little disgruntled, she tried to keep the disappointment from her face. After
all, he was here to examine her, not make her orgasm. If he wasn’t finishing,
why should she be allowed to?

“Well, I think
this has been very illuminating. In both cases I pretty much treated your body
as if it was a blow up doll. I was rude and assuming. Nothing I did was about
pleasing you or in consideration of you. Yet both times your level of arousal
was either sustained or increased.

Jennifer was
confused. “You mean you could tell I was about to, uhm, orgasm?”

“Yes, certainly.
The signs are very clear.”

She really wanted
to ask him why he hadn’t let her come, but he sounded so clinical about it, she
couldn’t make herself ask. Mind racing, she tried to think of a way to form her
question in terms relating to the exam but had no luck.

Dr. Franklin went
over to a cabinet and took out a tube of something. Then he came back and moved
the stool back between her legs. The end of the table was still down, so her
pussy was right there in front of him.

“I’d like you to
scoot down a little further please. I’m going to resume where we left off last
week with your anus. I’ll need to start the stretching over, but once I feel
your comfort level is sufficient, we will move ahead with testing intercourse
in this area.”

“You’re going to
fuck me in my ass?” Jennifer blurted out. Mortified, she covered her face with
her left arm, wanting to kick herself for her outburst.

Dr. Franklin only
chuckled though. “Yes, in layman’s terms, I will be fucking you in the ass.
With your permission of course?”

Jennifer, feeling
like a complete idiot, nodded.

“I know this must
all seem terribly forward of me, but given your particular case and
circumstances, I need to maintain a certain demeanor and impersonal attitude
while conducting the individual exams.”

When he said it
that way, it all made complete sense, of course.

“Would you like to
continue?” he asked. “And, please, can you remove your arm from your face? I’d
prefer to see you when you answer.”

With a sigh, she removed
her arm and looked at the doctor. Thankfully, his expression was kind and
patient. It was a little disconcerting to view him between her naked legs, but
she was able to pull herself together enough to answer.

“Yes, I’d like to
continue,” she said softly.

He smiled. “Good.”

Thinking back to
the last time, she remembered something else that had come before the actual
stretching.

“Are you going to
punish me again?” she asked.

Dr. Franklin got a
thoughtful look on his face. “Hm. Good question. Tell me, in your dreams, does
punishment often precede anal intercourse?”

Blushing anew, she
answered, “always.”

“I see. Well then,
I think it would be best to carry on in that manner. What type of punishment
from your dreams would you say has the greatest impact on your libido after you
awaken?”

Jennifer had to
think back. By now, there had been so many dreams it was hard for her to pin
point an exact one. But the one that sprang immediately to mind was one of the
more recent ones.

“Ah, I see you
remembered. Your vagina has excreted a new flow of lubrication.”

“Oh, geez,” she
muttered, embarrassed again. It was too much how well he could read her body.

“Now, Jennifer.
What kind of doctor would I be if I couldn’t understand your physical
reactions? It is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Be thankful
you’re healthy and your body responds in a positive manner.”

She knew he was
right, but this was going to take some getting used to. She had always been shy
with her body. While his friendly, clinical manner put her at ease, it was
still all very new to her.

“Do you think you
can tell me about your dream?”

Looking up at the
ceiling again, she spoke. “I dreamt I messed up really bad at work. Instead of
writing me up or firing me, the boss whipped me with his belt.”

“Okay. That’s
good. Tell me more.”

Her face held a
steady 100 degrees of embarrassment, she continued in a monotonous, detached
tone, hating even thinking about the dream and how demeaning to her it was,
especially since it had turned her on so much.

 
“He forced me over his desk and told me if I
wanted to keep my job, I had to let him hit me with his belt. Then he lifted up
my skirt and started striking me. In the dream it hurt a lot. I cried and
cried. Then he lowered my underwear and whipped me more. Finally, when he was
done, he ass fucked me. I orgasmed nearly instantly in the dream.”

Dr. Franklin
patted her foot in approval. “Excellent. Thank you. I know that was hard for
you.”