A rather pleasant voice answered me, giving the address, place and time of the meeting. On the way to its owner, I remembered all those naughty stories that happened to me at the time of my early youth, especially the inspection and bathing with my mother's friend. These memories are almost as violent as my male nature reacted in those days. The door was opened to me quite full, but at the same time a very good-looking black-haired woman with glasses and a white robe, from under which looked black lace lingerie. Having offered to take off her shoes, she took me to the procedure room along a dark corridor.
Here, due to the curtains slid on the window, there was the same gloom. The decor of the room stood out of the couch, the medical table, while it was covered with a white cloth, and the gynecological chair.
- It is necessary to completely undress, - she said in a tone that was not rude, but also not tolerating objections, - things here. - Spoke nodded on a hanger.
I did what I was told. The released member has become a jerk. The doctor, smiling slightly, nodded to the middle of the room. Then, taking a stethoscope from under the bed sheet (besides him I saw a couple of devices similar to extenders and some kind of chain with two clamps, the purpose of which I was destined to understand later), she began to listen to my chest, gradually going down below, reaching my sticking out member, she "listened" to him too. Then, having ordered her to turn her back and bend a little, she checked her anus with her finger.
“So, it seems, I know what we're going to do with you,” she said, “do you know how to get into the chair?”
I nodded.
- Then go ahead.
As soon as I did this, my hands were fastened to the handrails, and my legs were tied to ... in short, the things where they were supposed to be.
- So, let's start? Open your mouth.
I did what I was told, after which I felt two fingers in my mouth, quickly moving back and forth, coughing, I reflexively turned my head, which was followed by strict:
“To my face,” after which she roughly turned my head to her, and again continued this painful and at the same time pleasant procedure, the entrance of which I turned my neck again, which was followed again
- To face me! “I heard more this time than I felt a blow to my left cheek.”
Finally, her fingers disappeared from my mouth, and examining began to look for something on the table. I closed my mouth, but then I heard right above my ear:
- Mouth open. Stick out the tongue ... more! Still!
As soon as I did this, the medical tweezers squeezed my tongue, pressing it to my lower lip, and my fingers again turned out to be in my mouth, but this time not for long.
Again, she began to look for something to my right, and, behold, the clamps that ended the chain squeezed my nipples.
- So, there is a reaction ... - the woman said with satisfaction, apparently seeing the changes in my penis. - We will continue. - With these words, she connected another wire to the chain, after which my whole body seemed to pierce thousands of needles, then the pain became weaker, after which, again, stronger. Then the pain became permanent: not burning, but very tangible and making me pleasant to tremble.
“Okay,” the “doctor” slowly walked over to my spread legs, and stroked their inner surface, “another test remained,” with these words she strongly (but oh, how nice!) Squeezed my scrotum, at the same time two fingers of her other hand slowlybut surely began to enter my anus
- Mmmm ... - I made a weak attempt to resist.
- Quiet! And then I'll take a big faloimmitator, you'll know!
Finally, her fingers reached the prostate, then, first slowly, but then faster and deeper began to move back and forth, almost synchronously with the other hand, squeezing and unclenching my dick.
- Come on! Come on! And that still not so I will torment!
And so, I finished.
“Ugh,” said the woman, “and you are a bully, spattered me all over.” Okay, wait, I'll go wash.
On the chair, I lay still for quite a long time, I had already begun to think that they had forgotten about me. But then she looked around and freed me from the fetters, helped me down, then, for some reason, took me by the hand and took me to the bathroom, where she told me to clean up.
When I returned, I saw a "doctor", who for some reason was taking off her dressing gown.
“So, facing the wall,” she said shortly, wringing herself, “stay like this until I tell you.”
I stood, looking at the wallpaper a couple of minutes, during which from a sense of fear of the unknown and the rustle of clothes of my tormentor, the member began to get excited again.
- Catch, bring the cream! “The door creaked on my right hand.”
Then some other younger female voice said:
- Wow!
- Nothing is "wow." At another time I will know how to resist and face me, even though there was no conversation. Go to yourself. In principle, you can see, - she turned to me.
Turning around, I saw a “doctor” in black lace stockings, the same bra and panties, over which a strapon four centimeters in diameter was fixed on leather belts, obviously more than twenty in length.
- Like?
I did not know what to answer.
- I see what I like, - the interlocutor nodded at my dick. - remember, I warned you?
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded.
- Well, that's good, stand on the couch in the knee-elbow position.
After a couple of seconds, I felt her fingers smearing my anus with something like Vaseline.
- Ready?
Without waiting for an answer, she firmly grabbed me by the pelvis, the next moment. I felt something solid penetrate deeper and deeper into my anus. The pain was hellish, but at the same time I wanted it to penetrate deeper and deeper.
- Mmm ... More! Still!
- Well done, but many have to be tied up, and you are an honest boy. But, until you finish, all the same, I will not let go.
Finally, the faloimitator reached my prostate. Not stopping at this, she began at first slowly and for a short distance, but then, gradually increasing the amplitude and tempo, move it back and forth, glaring with her short, but sharp nails into my flesh.
- Come on, come on, help me! And what has become like a log!
I ineptly tried to adjust to her rhythm, but at the same time jets of white liquid pounded on the couch.
- Well done! Should I continue?
- No, m ... can I go.
“You can,” I felt the strap-on disappear from my gut, “go wash and you can be free.”
The end.
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