Melissa Rauch and I, her agent, had rewritten the classic porn movie
Deep Throat
and were in the process of filming. Per Melissa's demands, not only was she not using "stunt" doubles for the multiple sex scenes, she was truly performing the sexual act in an effort to make it as real as possible for the audience. She wanted it written specifically so that, unlike the original movie where the main character had her clit buried in her throat and couldn't achieve orgasm without deep throating a man, Melissa's revised character had a double clit, one buried in her throat and one buried in her ass, so she couldn't cum unless she was deep throating and getting fucked in the ass.
In Act I she had sex with her movie husband Tom Cruise. In Act II she had sex with her friends Jennifer Love Hewitt and Kaley Cuoco. We've just finished Act III, where she visited the sex doctor for a diagnosis, where George Clooney, myself, and our budding new star Steve gang banged her.
After the gang bang, we were back in Doctor Clooney's office for the diagnosis. George and Melissa were cleaned up from the aftermath of the gang bang. Melissa was back in her overly tight yet frumpy clothes.
"Mrs. Allen - Bernadette - I believe you have a, um, very rare condition known as duplex oropharynx anal clitoricitous. In other words, instead of being born with your clitoris located at your vagina, you have two clitorises, one in you anus and one in your throat. Even rarer, since you can't reach orgasm by stimulating one or the other, they're connected, so both have to be stimulated at the same time in order to reach orgasm. It's very rare. There are only five other cases known in the world."
"Oh my goodness! So, what you're saying is, I have to have sex with two men at the same time in order to climax?! Oh no!"
"Both areas have to be sufficiently stimulated, yes."
"What am I going to do?! I can't tell my husband, 'oh, by the way, sweetie, in order for me to orgasm when we have sex, we have to find another guy who wants to help because I have to be fucked by two men in order to cum!'"
George chuckled. "Ha ha ha! Yes, well, that is a dilemma, isn't it? However, I might have a solution, if you're interested. Well, a suggestion if nothing else."
"Really?! Oh, that would be wonderful!"
"It's unreasonable to expect your husband to invite another man into your bedroom. It would also be unfair of him to deny you the opportunity to enjoy the joys of sex, right?" Melissa nodded her head. "I think it's an understatement to say you have a unique condition. I have clients - several clients - that are in need of someone like you. They can't enjoy sex unless there's a third party involved. And they would pay handsomely! Your needs are met, their needs are met, your husband thinks he's taking care of your needs...everybody wins!"
"Wait. You want me to have sex with your clients?! Jumping from one strangers bed to another?! And get paid for it like some street hooker?! Do you think I'm a whore?! I'm a happily married woman!"
George waved a hand at her. "Hang on, hang on. You're taking this all wrong. You're looking at this all wrong. You'd be doing this in the name of science! You'd be acting as a sort of physical therapist for me! You'd be helping people! Don't you like helping people? The fact that you would be getting satisfaction - and a paycheck to boot - out of it is just icing on the cake!"
Melissa sat back in her chair. "Well, I do like helping people." She thought about it. "A physical therapist you say?"
"Sure! I'll get you a license and frame it for you!" He didn't tell her he had templates on his computer that he'd just plug in her name and print it on his laser printer. "I'll even get you a nurses uniform! How does that sound?"
"Well, that does sound good actually. It would be in the name of science. I'd be helping people!"
"Great!"
*****
We follow Melissa up a beautiful, tree lined stone walkway. She's dressed in the white nurse's uniform the doctor has gotten her. It feels and looks like it's two sizes too small. The zipper on the front that is supposed to run from waistline to bustline doesn't quite make it to her bustline, making it very apparent she's wearing a lacy white bra today and shows plenty of cleavage. To make matters worse, her 36 inch bust is straining the zipper to its max. It could break lose at any moment. She also has mid-thigh white stockings and white stilettos and is carrying a small black doctors case.
She knocks on the grand wooden door and it swings open. A handsome young man greets her. It's Brad Pitt. He's wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and that's it. His chiseled torso is on full display. Melissa went weak in the knees at the sight. Her pussy twitched almost immediately.
"Oh! Hey! You must be Nurse Bernadette that doc sent over. He said you were hot but goddamn! He's out done himself this time!"
Melissa blushed. "Oh, well, gee, thank you. That's very kind of you to say." There was a brief pause. "Shall I come in so we can begin your treatment?"
"Oh! Yeah! Right. Sure, yeah, come on in. Can I get you anything? Water? Bourbon? Jack? Maybe some weed?"
"Oh no! No thank you. I think I should keep my wits about me."
"Abso-fuckin-lutely! Yeah, I want to be clear headed for this, too. I think this is gonna be something I want to remember!" They walked into the large, beautiful house. It was very grand with a Spanish theme to it. "Yo, Matt! The nurse is here!"
Matt Damon came around the corner. He was carrying a beer and wearing a pair of tight boxers and flip flops. There were was already a sizeable bump in his shorts that ran from his crotch all the way up to the waistband leaning to his right. Melissa blushed at the site. And became sopping wet.
"Oh, right! Bernadette, right? May I call you Bernadette?" Melissa nodded her red face. "Sweet." Matt looked her up and down. "Fuck yeah! Doc done good!"
Matt and Brad's characters were brothers. Their parents patented the goop that wound up making wacky wall walkers and their clones work. They made millions. When they past, they left everything to their two sons. They did everything together. As hard as they tried, they weren't able to sexually perform unless they shared a woman together. They went to the good doctor for help. And here we are.
"Okay. Well, uh, shall we begin?" Melissa asked with hesitation.
"Fuck yeah we shall!" Matt said as the two men quickly approached. Before she knew it, the two men were on her. "We need to get you fuckin' naked first, though!"
It felt like a thousand hands were pawing at her body. "Boys! Boys! Slow down!" Her uniform was at her feet before she finished the sentence. Her bra sailed over the couch. Lips, tongues, and teeth feasted on her breasts and hard nipples. Hands squeezed her ass and globes. Fingers were in her g-string and roaming everything inside until it was eventually ripped off her body. Her hands were inside their pants, stroking their erect, sizeable members and trying to concentrate on the task.
After a few moments of pawing, Brad finally broke away. He ripped off his sweatpants and flopped on the couch. His erection pointed at the sky. "Bring her over here. Doc says she can deep throat. Let's put her to the test!"
Matt guided her beautiful, naked body the few steps it took to be in front of Brad. She looked back and forth at the two men. "You understand this is for therapeutic purposes, right?"
"Yeah, yeah! Whatever! C'mon, let's go!" Matt said. He pushed her at the shoulders until she was bent at the waist. He ripped off his boxers and slid behind her and between her legs, with his wand leading the way.
Melissa's was mere inches above Brad's raging hard on. She felt Matt sliding in behind her. It was all happening so fast
