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“Miss Charity? Is this Victorian times?” The rasp betrayed me.
“Indubitably.” He began to roll his long sleeves up his arm, methodically. The lettersSPQRwere revealed, tattooed in dark ink on the back of one forearm. Beyond him, I caught sight of Javier. He’d leaned forward, and I was sure his hand was cradling his cock through his pants.
“Your legs are closing. Wide! Now.”
I jerked then pushed them further outward, and the coolness of air was followed by a finger drawing a line between my folds, then sinking in shallowly but definitelythere. I met his gaze as his thumb pressed and pressed on my nub, rhythmically precise.
Mouth opening, I sighed as pleasure surged, snaking up to my throat. I rocked my head back, overcome.Thatwould take me to oblivion so very quickly.
I groaned quietly then heard a drawer being pulled out.
He raised a plastic packet to his mouth, the metal inside shining through the wrapper, and tore it open with his teeth.
“Not very hygienic but you’re no ordinary patient, are you?” His thumb kept pressing, and his fingers—at least two of them had plunged into me and were sharing slow beats with his thumb. “Hear that? Listen.”
Roughly, he thrust those fingers in deeper, twice, making an obvious wet sound, then he left them inside, a shocking invasion of my pussy.
My strangled moan was long and low. I shut my eyes to feel those fingers, only opening them to watch him remove the speculum from the packet.
“It’s all you. She’s so fucking wet, Javier!” The gardener gave a few unsubtle grunts and swore out ayes. That thumb kept working at me, squashing, toggling, slipping back and forth.
“Is he? Is…Oh. Mmm.Don’t stop.” Dazed, I arched. My pussy clamped onto his fingers, hard.
The doctor’s thumb ceased to move, then his fingers were extracted. “Charity.” His eyes connected, challenging me. “Ask me to make you come.”
“Yes? Please?”
He laughed. I’d been too quick.
I heard sounds that said Javier was jacking off. It was weird, then hot to think he saw this and was doing that, then weird again.
Only the doctor matters.
A moment later he slid the speculum inside me—a cold, rigid device—and I whined. It was such a clinical sensation that normally did little for me.Thiswas different. I’d been penetrated but with deviant intentions. Mouth parting, panting, my feet pressed to the timber and my spine bowed, lifting my butt off the table.
“Such a good girl you are for me.”
He placed his thumb to my swollen clit, and I spluttered out afuckand groaned.
The rhythm restarted.
His thumb slipped over and around, teasing me, massaging, making me whimper and stare greedily past my stomach to see what his hands were doing. My gasps became jerky and uncontrolled. The metal of the speculum reminded me of its presence. My feet shifted. The doctor put his palm on my belly and pushed me downward.
My butt met the table. My breasts were heaving, and my erect nipples were poking into the bra and shifting as I panted. I licked my lips.
Javier had stood and taken a step forward. I looked at him, at the rapid abuse of his cock, and the hungry stare he fed back to me.
My pussy was on display for this strange man, and the doctor had implied this was the least he might do to me. I needed something to anchor myself, and I groped for and found the edges of the table. My grip tightened. I was beginning to shake as my body strained for release.
The doctor shoved something else into me that pushed past the speculum, something large that went as deep as cock. The roiling, building tension hit peak, the pressure begging for release. He pushed the object deeper, held it there. His thumb teased and tortured. I writhed, pinned in place while he fucked me with that unknown thing. I cried out thenbroke. Thrown into climax, I stiffened, blinded, the spasms shattering me into endless pieces of nothing…
When I slumped to the table, boneless and undone, I heard his chuckle then his words to the gardener. “You can go, Javier.”
The man grunted. His belt tinkled and he zipped up. “Thank you, sir.”
Still panting, still washed in pleasure, I drew my mortification inside me, to that hidden cave of my filthiest fantasies, reserving the memory for future self-pleasure. I lay there listening to my breathing.
The speculum, and what must be a dildo, were pulled from my pussy.
