Jane rose and headed off towards the bathroom.
Jane pressed the door handle down, and as she did so, there was an urgent call from Paul, "No, not THAT one!" but it was too late. The door swung open and it was NOT the bathroom. Jane found herself looking into what was clearly a bedroom, and there on the bed facing her was a man seated in the lotus position, cross-legged. He was obviously looking at something on the wall opposite him, which later transpired to be a flat-screen monitor. Jane took in the situation at a glance: the man was small, maybe even tiny, but perfectly proportioned. His skin was a very pale shade of brown and seemed to glow. He had smooth, shiny white hair, a trim white beard and a handle-bar moustache. He must have been at least 60 if not 80. How were you to tell? The only part of him that seemed out of proportion was his phallus which extended straight out several inches over the edge of the bed, a beautiful object with a head not unlike a Dutch tulip. Jane felt the old butterflies in her stomach and realised she was mesmerised by the beautiful cock pointing in her direction and so close to hand.
Paul was at her side immediately, "The MD," he said, "He came along to discuss you with me, and has been watching us on the CCTV," he continued.
Jane half-turned and gripped Paul's hand. "Not a problem, Paul. Leave this with me, I can handle it," she said. With no more ado, Jane stepped out of her high-heels, leaving them at the door, and walked towards the little man. He looked calmly back at her with gentle, grey eyes, showing no embarrassment.
Jane sank to the floor and sat cross-legged facing the MD, and gently stroked the long smooth phallus, especially the tulip head. The little man leaned forward and placed his left hand on Jane's head, and then his right hand on top of the left. Immediately, Jane felt tingling from her head and running down her spine. The tingling intensified and she felt her whole sexual organs to be alive. Her vulva thickened with extra blood flowing in and her clitoris started to throb. "Damn, he is directing energy straight to my sex chakra," she murmured.
After about a minute, the MD moved his hands down from her head and onto her shoulders. He paused, and then ran his hands along her arms to her hands which he then held in a fisherman's grip, all the while with the energy flowing from him to her. Slowly leaning backwards, the MD gently pulled Jane forward and she automatically stepped up onto the bed straddling the MD, who was now lying horizontal with eyes closed. The tulip-headed phallus was now standing erect and visibly pulsing in a slow rhythmic, throbbing motion.
The MD continued to hold her hands, steadying Jane as she opened her legs and felt the throbbing tulip head entering her vagina as she sank down. Down, down, down she sank as she felt the tulip burrowing its way deeper and deeper until it touched the PC muscle. A little push and the head was through. Now it was all hers, and she stayed on her toes, letting the tulip-head slip out and then pushing it back through. Her PC muscle fell naturally into the same low pulsing rhyme as the phallus, and she was kept on a near climax with occasional starbursts crackling up into her brain.
