Dave lie there on his back, helpless, Nurse Violet standing over him with one hand on her hip and the other pointed at him. The fact that the pointing finger was shiny with lubricant was not lost on him, but he just stared.
"This was a good start, but I'm going to need more from you." She changed her aim to where the puddles of prostate fluid and cum that had slid off to either side when she'd fucked him to orgasm with her giant, strap-on enema nozzle had been moments ago.
"This... is not everything in you, we've just scratched the surface. My work isn't finished, so let's not have any complaints because I intend to complete it properly."
When Dave had filled out the appointment request earlier, he'd selected the 'deep milking' package and thought for sure his shuddering, full body orgasm just a couple minutes ago was that because he was fully, completely satisfied. She'd pushed that big, textured silicone irrigator deep into him and pegged him mercilessly and he'd cum and cum but here he was, still restrained with his legs up in the air and ass hanging out over the edge of her examination- no, her _fucking_ table.
He knew he needed only to say a word, the magic safe word she'd given him at the beginning, and he could be on his way back to the hotel but something stayed his hand. Or, to be more specific, his voice.
As he'd been thinking about this, she had stepped off to one side, coming up next to him and brushing up against his hip. The thick latex glove on her right hand glistened as she held it up for him to see.
"Now that you are truly clean, I can put my fingers more deeply into you without worrying that you've done a lazy or half-ass..." She paused for a second, chuckled at that, then continued. "Half-ass job preparing yourself." She pursed her lips and reached down between his legs with her wet glove without looking away from his eyes and a moment later, he felt one of those big fingers nudge itself up against his recovering asshole. It began to work its way around in a circle, lightly massaging the outside ring as she continued.
"I've found that my clients can't always be trusted. There are some who don't follow my directions properly, some who perhaps don't know better, and some...." She jabbed the finger in suddenly and he grunted as she sank it in up to at least a knuckle. "Some who do everything right the way you did, and that makes me even more suspicious." The finger pushed in even deeper. "What are you hiding? Will I find a buried treasure?" The finger found his prostate and he groaned as it poked it, sending a fresh wave of sensation through his body.
She pulled the finger out in a single motion. "Perhaps not treasure, but I think we certainly found _something_."
She leaned over to reach under the table for more lubricant. He could hear it going again as she pumped it.
*squirt*
*squirt*
Pavlov would have a field day with this, he thought as he felt his dick twitch at the sound, then start to slowly grow. It had been mostly soft during the assault on his ass a few minutes earlier from the confusing mix of emotions he'd felt between being fucked by someone else, the pressure of the enema, the ramming against his prostate, and the crowd... wait, no, he thought, realizing, he hadn't known about the crowd watching when he came. Not consciously, at least. But as he thought about them, his cock twitched again and began to grow even faster. The wall of faces looking in, leering, their presence made possible by the malfunctioning electric curtains opening as he was being fucked. The last thing he had seen before the curtain had closed was the two women he'd passed earlier on the street watching him with wide-open mouths but then the curtain was closed.