2002-12-19 - 3:19 p.m.
The doctor's office. I am naked on the table, legs spread and bent up, heels in the cold hard stirrups.
The doctor comes in, looks at my pussy and shakes his head. "These nurses," he mutters, "they can't remember to do anything right."
He rummages in a drawer. Clanking of metal. He pulls something up by its straps.
"In order to examine you properly," he says to me, "I will need to use this vulva spreader. Please take a deep breath and relax."
I do the first and try to do the second, but I am nervous. I tremble when he touches me. Straps go around my thighs -- he takes a minute or two fussing with them so that they are comfortable -- and then, as he makes adjustments I can't see with the metal bits, my outer labia are spread wide, wider, so that my whole cunt is exposed, stretched open to his view. It is as though he were peeling me apart with his hands -- but this way, his hands are free... to examine.
"That's better," he says, and pulls up his rolling stool to sit between my legs, his face inches from my mound.
I whimper. It's cold in here. My nipples are hard and pointy, almost painfully tight.
Snapping sounds as he puts on gloves. Moist noises of lubricant.
"Now I will examine it," he murmurs, to my vulva, not to me at all. "Oh yes, we will have a look and see what's what."
But when I expect him to insert his gloved fingers I feel instead the cold hard shape of a vaginal speculum. I whimper again as it stretches me.
Now my cunt is spread open so that he can see straight up my hole. I flex my bare toes, biting my lip as I stare up at the ceiling.
Suddenly the phone rings. He turns away, getting up to answer it, pulling off his gloves and throwing them away. I lie there, mortified, feeling like I'm spread so wide my pussy is almost inside out.
He talks for a few minutes, then glances at me. Putting the call on hold he says to me, "I'll be a few minutes, here, you can watch the TV while you wait." He turns it on and leaves the room.
I lie there, watching the screen warm up. When the picture becomes visible I see that it's a porn movie.
A pretty brunette girl is being rather violently used by three handsome studs. They rub at her clit and pinch it; she is penetrated simultaneously in the cunt, ass and mouth while they pinch her tits and call her names. There is no sound on the TV but I know what they are saying. "Whore." "Cum bucket." "Dirty bitch."
She pumps her hips, suckles the big meaty rod, and visibly loves it.
I am staring at this in amazement when the doctor returns. He sits back down on his stool, sighing in annoyance at the interruption as he snaps on fresh gloves, and looks at my pussy.
"What's this?" he murmurs.
He adjusts the light on his head so that it shines in.
"The vagina is moist. Hmm, yes, quite moist..."
I squirm in embarrassment.
"Just in the few minutes I was gone... I wonder...?"
He turns to look and sees the silent screen with the girl, still being pounded by cocks.
"Oh," he says, in a tone of 'eureka'. "I *see*."
He reaches for a little kidney-shaped bowl and places it under my spread pussy.
"I'll leave the screen on," he says thoughtfully. "While I examine this. My, how extraordinary," as juices begin to trickle into the bowl. I can hear it. "The images do seem to have quite an effect."
Now his fingers touch my labia, gently rubbing and squeezing. When he gets near my clit I moan, toes flexing. Juices spatter the bowl, running down from my spread-open pussy.
On the screen, the cock in the girl's ass has just blown its load, pulling out of her so that her hole stays wide open for a moment, thick drops of cum oozing out of it. Immediately the man in her cunt pulls out and shoves his own cock into her distended asshole.
"You like that," says the doctor softly. "It makes you wet. Why does it make you wet, Lauren?" The fingers tease around the stretched hood of my clit. I am breathing hard, as though running a race.
"Do you want such things to happen to you? Does imagining it cause your cunt to lubricate, your clitoris to distend?"
"Yes, doctor," I whisper.
"That's what I thought. But one can't really be sure, can they, without a full examination..."
He leans in. I can feel his breath on my pussy. A river of juices is flowing out of it, a silent plea for fucking. His thumbs are on either side of my clit.
And he waits. Just breathing on it. I moan, waiting -- waiting -- Waiting... On the screen, there is a new girl, a blond this time, with five men tying her down to a bed.
"Please, doctor!" I burst out, toes flexing again.
He nods with satisfaction -- plainly he was waiting for me to ask -- and extends his tongue. One, two, three warm wet swipes over my suffering nub and I explode, screaming as I come. He keeps licking, extending the climax almost into pain. At last I subside, limp and trembling. He removes the speculum and the spreader. By throbbing cunt is still dripping with juice.
"All right now," he says calmly. "Time for your anal exam."
I start to cry with happiness.
TO BE CONTINUED