A Most Unusual Practice

You are late for your examination.

If not for the fact that you look so stunning with your alluring curves, brunette hair and a pair of brown eyes that speak of mischief, I would probably have let you wait for the next appointment...next month. As it is, I let you into my plush Harley Street office-cum-surgery with a cursory nod, wearily noting the thumbs-up sign from Doctor Benford as he stands behind you in my doorway.

I wave him away, knowing his infamous proclivity for the fairer sex.

"Hello," I say. "You're very lucky I hadn't already packed up and gone."

You seem unfazed by this opening gambit. Your eyes blaze with a sensual fire as you apologise with a half-unhidden shrug. "You know my situation," you say. "If my boss needs me to work the extra time...I work it..."

*Ah yes," I respond, "your boss...he arranged this, er, health check..."

Your gaze is dauntingly direct as you acknowledge my words.

"He tells me you are the best in your field. Is that right?"

I allow myself a fleeting smile. "So I am told..."

You smile brilliantly. "Then I am in your hands...Doctor..."

I cough. "I need you to undress behind the screen...and put on this gown."

You nod, and disappear behind the screen, clutching the diaphanous medical gown I proffer.

Without missing a beat I switch on the hidden cam and watch on my small CCTV console as you peel off your clothes and underwear, smiling approvingly as I see you slide your fingers hungrily over your exposed nipples and down to your pussy, slipping an exploratory finger into your sex before, reluctantly, it seems, pulling the gown over your head.

As you emerge from behind the screen I casually indicate the raised examination bench. "Please lie down," I request, "and relax...I need to make some preliminary adjustments..."

Without argument you lie back on the bench, your hips thrust upwards immediately by its camber, your ass open to view as your gown rides roughly up, your head falling back and your breasts perking through the thin material, nipples beginning to steeple to my admiring gaze.

I tell you, in my coldest, most professional manner that I will need to examine you internally. Sometimes this can be painful...to prevent accidents I need to mildly restrain you...

I can almost feel you perk as I use the word "restrain". "Whatever you think, Doctor," you say.

Quickly I close the leather loops around your wrists and ankles, leaving you spread-eagled, frankly helpless, on the examination bench. You strain against the shackles, more, it seems, in interest than concern.

"So, my dear," I begin, "you know why you are here?"

For the first time, you seem vaguely uncertain. "I was told...I needed help."

"Hmmmmmm...help with what, though?" I muse.

"My boss...he...says I am a horny bitch..."

"So he tells me."

"He says I spend too much work time thinking about fucking...and fucking him. He says it's out of control..."

"And what do you think about that?" I ask benignly.

Your brown eyes meet mine in a disconcerting stare.

"I think I am a horny fucking bitch who needs a fucking good seeing to..." you declare matter-of-factly.

"Interesting," I say. "That's what he said..."

Abruptly I take my cold stethoscope and thrust it up and under the material of your gown. I feel you gasp as each cold press of it sends slight shivers through your body. I pretend to listen to imaginary body sounds as I relish the tremors with which your body responds. Even now I can smell the excited musk of your wet pussy, its aura permeating the air around us with the unmistakeable aroma of hot sex. Pulling your gown up to expose the jutting bullets of your nipples, I take a couple of thin metal leads from either side of the bench and attach the small clamps at their ends one on each puffy bud. As you wriggle the leads tauten, tugging and stretching your breasts in the process.

"Hmmmm," I diagnose, watching you deliberately strain against the clamps, "your boss is right...you are a fucking horny bitch."

Clinically, I part the lips of your pussy with my thumbs, observing the creamy bubbles of your fuck juices adorning your inner folds. Taking a pair of medical tweezers I coldly capture the taut bud of your clit as it protrudes from its hood. Pulling it a little, I lower my mouth to the extended swelling and casually swirl my tongue around it. I feel you jerk in your restraints. Removing the cold metal tweezers I capture your clit between my lips and suck it inside my hot, wet mouth, lashing my tongue around it, feeling you writhe against my face as you buck and arch, all the time tightening the clamps' grip on your excited nipples.

"Mmmm," you moan, "oh yes!"

I reach down amongst the medical instruments laid out neatly on a tray by the side of the examination bench and seize upon a small silvery teardrop, which is connected to a black control box, via a long thin wire. I show it to you. "Like the nipple clamps, not exactly a traditional piece of medical equipment, but I think you'll find it serves its purpose..." I remark. Your eyes are wide and questioning, then suddenly knowing as you recognise the small, but powerful, vibe.

I feel your shiver as I draw the cold metal teardrop down the cleft between your ass cheeks, dip it fleetingly in your slippery pussy, then slowly slide it up into the tight rosebud pucker of your asshole. Taking the black box in hand, I switch it on and turn the dial to LOW, watching your face flush and your pupils dilate as a powerful buzz pervades your ass, rippling and rolling through your pussy and stomach in concentric waves.

"Ohhhhhh!" you moan as the small teardrop turns your insides into a shivering jelly of pleasure. I smile and deliberately turn the dial higher, intensifying the effect still further. You jolt, as if I had passed an electric current through you, arching your back against the invasion of the tiny ass monster, your tits pulled sideways by the sudden movement as the leashes perform their duty.

Now, I take a large pair of medical tongs and insert them between your pussy lips, opening them wide to spread your folds to my view. The silver metal gleams coldly inside your glistening cunt as your sensitive layers are exposed to my calculating gaze. I can see your entire pussy visibly vibrating with the waves radiating from your ass. I drop my trousers, kneel between your restraint-parted thighs and pull my fattening cock out from the constraining material of my briefs.

I smile mirthlessly down at you as I quip: "In the interests of Science!"

Seizing it at the base, I whip my tumescence down sharply against the puffy pleats of your pretty pussy...slapping it over and over again into your wet sex, around - and directly on - your aching clit...feeling and hearing your juices spatter across your thighs and mound as I slap you hard; harder; harder still...

Your head rolls from side to side at each stinging spank of my cock, your hair wild and sticking in strands across your face, your pink tongue peeking out sexily between your lips as you relish the hot wet tingle of your overheated clit.

With a guttural cry I suddenly plunge my hard shaft deep into your reddened cunt, feeling the puffy folds tight around me as I plunder your needy sex. Again and again I piston my fuck stick in the wanton wetlands of your pussy, fucking you the way you deserve to be taken, like the horny fucking cumslut you are.

"Oh fuck...Doctor...yes!" you hiss. "Fuck me hard!"

You are moaning and writhing from side to side with each shuddering thrust, your face suffused with a dark lust, your body heaving...when a voice cuts across the cum-scent-laden atmosphere:

"What the fuck...?"

Doctor Benford strides into the room, a vicious smile darkening his smugly handsome face.

I pause, mid-stroke, hard cock glistening guiltily with your juices.

"Jesus H. Christ! Talk about medical misconduct," he says.

There is a moment's almost total silence, as you stiffen awkwardly, only the vibrator still buzzing like a traitor inside your ass.

"The Hippocratic Oath, Doctor? Ring any bells?" Benton smirks.

I throw him a dark look.

"Cut the melodrama, Richard," I tell him, "and fuck her slutty mouth like you have been planning to all evening!"

With a dry chuckle, my esteemed colleague drops his trousers to the floor, climbs up onto the examination bench, straddles your stomach and begins to rub his hard, pre-cum slicked cock around your tits, nipples and throat. Pulling the teardrop vibe out of your ass, I drag my cock out of your dripping cunt and down to the now somewhat less tight pucker of your asshole, my own pre-cum coating it in a pearly sheen of slippery fuck juice to add to your own cream. "My dear," I say, "this procedure normally calls for a thermometer...I hope you won't complain if I improvise..."

Despite the best earlier efforts of the vibe, I, of course, still feel stubborn resistance as my cock head begins to penetrate your ass, but your cries (of pain, pleasure, defiance...who knows?) are stifled by the sudden introduction of Doctor Benford's seriously swollen shaft to your mouth. His balls swing against your chin as he literally fucks your mouth...your eyes widening with surprise at the assault on two fronts as my own cock finally pops victoriously into the tight tunnel of your ass. As you wriggle and brace yourself against our joint fucking, I feel my fat member creeping ever farther up your back passage. I rub the ball of my hand into the sopping wet marsh of your aching cunt as I begin to fuck your ass hard and fast.

You are struggling wildly against all your restraints, but your glazed eyes tell their own story as your doctors administer their treatment good and hard. Your body is trembling and your moans increase, keening, even despite the good doctor's sturdy prick forcefully fucking the sweet red O of your mouth. There is a wet sheen of perspiration across your whole body. With a sudden groan of sexual lust I feel my balls release a torrent of my creamy cum deep inside the tight tunnel of your ass. Even as the depth charge cascades inside you I feel it precipitating your own orgasm...and, as you howl and rage against the intense pleasure overtaking your supercharged body and mind, your reaction drives Doctor Benford's own incandescent eruption, his seed spilling across your face hair and throat as he drags his cock free of your mouth...

"Fuck yes!" we three shout, as one...

"Fuck yes!" says the shadowy figure, watching the whole display on the newly cum-spattered CCTV console. "God bless private healthcare!"