Joan and Brock had missed Brandi's Saturday night exhibition in the Performance Chamber. They planned to watch it together on-line at home using Retreat TV, a private communications network the club offered members with entertainment rooms and big-screen TVs capable of projecting 3-D and SurroundSound. The Hockadays absence was not intentional, but an off-the-books weekend appointment with a black gynecologist Sonia had recommended started at 2 p.m. Saturday and didn't end until well after midnight.
Dr. Horace Lord was retained regularly by the Retreat to advise members about all matters relating to sex, especially female sex and health. Dr. Ho, as he liked to be called, was black, 6'7", a trim 240 lbs., and a former professional football player. His practice consisted of minimization surgeries on female genitalia, tightening loose vaginas and reducing distended pussy lips. Often Retreat women got divorced and wanted to remarry a man who was shocked by the cavernous size of their pussies. Ho could fix that. He also installed sexual jewelry on nipples, clits, and lips. In addition, Ho's board-certified expertise extended to 'sex change' operations and to the new practice area of male enhancement surgeries. Some of the Retreat members with gaping cunts no longer able to feel normal-size penises sent husbands to his office for consultations about enlarging their sex organ.
Handsome and fit at age 54, Ho Lord easily addressed the sexual needs of unrepressed women among Sonia's members at the Retreat. In fact, among non-staff members, Dr. Ho was easily the most frequent sex partner of many Retreat members, in some case more frequent than their own husbands. Part of the reason was his looks and his charm. A second was his intimate knowledge of and contact with their sex lives. A third was the fact that all his appointments eventually turned to conversations about matters relating to improved sex. Like sex clinics everywhere, Dr. Ho showed his patients the practices he preached as well as told them how to improve their sex lives. Another reason was the natural cover story his gynecological practice offered for not so professional visits by his regular and semi-regular sex partners who were married. But by far most prominent reason he had sex with so many of his clients was Dr. Ho's anatomy. Horace Lord had a phallus just made for women who wanted bbc sex. His cock had once been pictured in the Annals of Sexual Health as a featured example in an article about the physical limits of female orgasmic potential when engaged in big cock sex.
Joan and Brock were welcomed to Dr. Ho's waiting room by an absolutely stacked young white receptionist in a provocative very tight fitted nursing uniform buttoned down to her mid chest. The woman was seated behind a desk and that was a good thing from Brock's point of view because it allowed him to look right down into her cleavage. There he was startled to see headlights wide enough (like Brandi's) to peak around the edge of her 36D cone bra. Joan noticed all the attention her husband was giving to the beautiful younger woman and decided then and there to have sex with Dr. Ho. She had been advised by Sonia that if she got Brock to go to this first exploratory appointment, Dr. Ho would perform wife-watching demonstrations of Joan's orgasmic potential in various sex positions while role playing as a marriage/sex counselor. She could hardly wait! Remembering that a nurse always had to be present at gynecological events, she calculated the chances of getting Brock envious despite his non-stop drooling over the doc's receptionist/nurse. But the thought quickly slipped her mind when the young woman in a nurse's blouse stood up and came out from behind her desk to hand her an information sheet to fill out.
The nurse/receptionist had on no skirt and no panties! She was naked save for a transparent wispy nylon garment that appeared to be made of hosiery and was the size of a G-string. In fact, that's exactly what it was—a completely see-thru G-string—that just barely surrounded her shaved pussy lips and clitoral hood, both of which were exceptionally thick and visibly engorged. Brock was again drooling and speechless. Joan didn't know what to say but looking down the clipboard sheet, she got out the words,
"How would you, er recommend that I, er I mean we, answer these questions? They're very personal!"
'Don't worry mam! The doctor is going to see you both stark naked from head to toe in a few minutes, so just tell him what your estimates are as regards cock size, pussy lip length, your depth (if you know what I mean), etc, etc. Make sense?" said the young woman as her buns sashayed away. The brazenness of Dr. Ho's office staff suggested Sonia had not been misinformed. This was going to be a fun afternoon if the doctor was well-equipped. Sonia had said nothing about that, but it stood to reason that the Retreat's gynecologist with whom many women seeking medical advice about big cock sex in fact had sex, would himself have a big cock.
Just then the door opened and out stepped the most handsome black man Joan had ever seen. He looked like a movie star and a professional body builder, tall and lean and obviously very powerful. It made her limbs go limp, her tongue wet her lips, and her pussy moistened immediately. Reaching down to where she was still seated, Ho took her hand and kissed it, taking the opportunity of passing by her chest to lean in and really revel in the full boobs Joan had chosen to exhibit as a first impression her whole life. Her deep-cut form-fitting black suede dress, fishnet stockings, and red peep-toe pumps with a five--inch heel created a welcomed come-on for sure. The doctor spoke with conviction,
"Very nice to meet you and see so much of you right from the start. A woman with confidence in her own sexuality is one of the greatest turn-ons in any man's life."
Joan remembered the whistles she elicited crossing streets or walking by construction sites, whistles that could be so shrill they stopped traffic when New York policemen and everyone in sight starred at her curves moving down the Manhattan sidewalk. This Doc's brazen receptionist/nurse had nothing Joan didn't have more of to offer any man who cared to look.
"Care to 'cum' in my office?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. Winking at Brock, Ho said, "You too young man. Nurse Janet here has some things she wants to show you as well." Brock popped up out of his chair and followed Janet's shapely butt through the portal. Ho and Joan were right behind them joined arm in arm at the elbow. The four of them passed out of the waiting room into an expansive office with glass all the way across the back overlooking Central Park West. None of the windows had curtains but they were a long way away from inquiring eyes on the other side of the park. What the Hockadays didn't know was that Ho Lord had a sex tape production business. Every event in his office was recorded from different angles by six hidden cameras. Joan would soon be on display in the Far East. And given her body and the sexuality that oozed from her every pore, the Chinese and Thai buyers of her 'Visit to the Doctor 43' tape would be asked to pay premium prices.
Furniture in the office was standard: a big mahogany desk, wide and long enough to have sex on, Joan thought to herself. In one corner was an examination table with the inevitable gyno office stirrups and a screen that Brock noticed was not quite opaque enough to prevent his seeing most details behind it. At the other side of the room was a long leather sofa and two overstuffed leather armchairs, a video monitor, and a strong coffee table laden with many tapes and magazines of an obviously sexual nature. Brock spotted his favorite, Private, and hoped there would be an opportunity for him to check out some of the latest issues. In addition, under the glass windows were aligned various pieces of furniture made specifically for having sex. First there was the Cleopatra chair chaise lounge, followed by its modern version the leather and chrome 'fucking chair' they had encountered at the Retreat, plus a padded leather ladder back device the Hockadays had never seen before. In walking about, Janet referred to it as a 'fucking post.' And finally hanging with room to maneuver in the corner was a 'sex swing.'
The doc intoned in a professional voice, "Why don't Joan and I do a little examination over behind the screen, while you and Janet get better acquainted over there (pointing to the sofa and chairs). We'll be with you in just a few minutes. Afterwards, I'll have an examination session with you too, Brock, and then we'll really get down to business. Because of the nature of our legal requirements, Nurse Janet needs to be present throughout your examinations. I hope neither of you object?"
"No, not at all" said Brock. With a little hint of disdain in her voice, Joan responded, "The more the merrier I almost always say."
With a sly smile to his female client, Dr. Ho led Joan behind the screen and asked her to remove her panties. Brock heard her say, "I don't wear any most days."
