Article 88992 of alt.sex.stories: From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar) Subject: "Doctors Trust" (MF, Ff, nc) Date: 16 Oct 1995 23:01:17 GMT The Doctors Trust ================= by Caesar(93) The family physician is a trusted and respected member of our society. He sees the good and bad in everyone. It is his job to heal the hurt, mend the bones, and cure the sickness. After many years in school the doctor is given a piece of paper that empowers him to act in this capacity, with no one, but himself, to judge his actions or motives. A doctor could very easily be corrupted or misuse his position that his patients gave him. It could be money, power, or sex that turns him into something the diploma never expected. A doctor who likes to commit homicide is indeed a dangerous individual, who could prove the murder of a patient when the doctor is covered under insurance, saying that he may have made a mistake. Money, how many doctors actually order another appointment to check on something mundane, or overcharges the bill as a regular practice. The doctor who is taken in by sex, the power over another individual is never exceeded when a physician is able to control his subject to the point of misusing them sexually. This short story is about such a doctor, a man who abused the system to get into a position that enabled him to have the power over another individual. In fact, this man could get anything he wanted, money, drugs, woman. The people who gave him this power was his patients, people like you and me. No one would willingly be abused, they were no different than anyone else, they just fell into the trap the devious doctor set. Another startling fact about this short story, is that it is true! Sandra ====== "Come this way please." Sandra B. followed the nurse through the narrow hallway to an open door, she entered. The nurse came in and opened a folder she was carrying, reading. The room was a normal examining cubical, with only one seat, the tall counter with thin padding, and stirrups all women know about. There was a small sink and garbage pail, a full length mirror and a locked cabinet along the wall. Posters of young children playing, a cartoon of Calvin and Hobbies, and the zodiac covered the wall. All was normal, even the air smelled neutral, like a doctors office. The small blond-hair nurse turned back to Sandra and politely asked, "Please take your clothes off and wait on the table. Dr. Allan should be in momentarily." She smiled then promptly left with the sound of her pediatric shoes squeaking on the rug. As ordered, Sandra slowly disrobed, hating examinations, especially being so exposed to a stranger. Her husband had prompted her to come after she had been complaining about cramps for the past week. She contemplated leaving her panties on, but decided against it since she would feel embarrassed if she had to lay back her legs in the stirrups. Quickly she donned the paper gown, that only doctors used. It was similar to the bib dentists used during an examination. She laughed to herself thinking about her daughter, the last time she came to the doctor, how she acted. Sandra realized she was acting very similar. She had even asked her husband to accompany her, he was waiting in the waiting room. So she took a deep breath and patiently awaited the new doctor. Her old one had sold his practice, to the disappointment of his patients, he had been the local family physician for over thirty years. Many a baby he delivered had grown up and brought their children to the same doctor. But now the unknown Dr. Allan had purchased the settled business and had begun seeing patients only weeks ago. The door suddenly opened, startling the nervous Sandra B. The man who entered was in his middle thirties, plain looking and small. A person who would be missed in crowd, but who looked like a caring and compassionate doctor. He wore a shirt and tie under the usual white lab jacket, a pocket holder in one breast pocket filled with items. "Good morning Mrs. B. How are you this morning?" His voice was rich and deep, he sounded sincere. He smiled gently and sat down on the lone chair, swinging it next to the table. Sandra told him her symptoms, he nodded and wrote in her file. Then he asked her some questions. Finally he asked her to lay back on the table, arms to her side, feet together. The plastic cover was cold on the opening of her back as she lay still. Sandra watched the man push his fingers gently into her stomach in various places, asking her if it hurt. Then he used his stethoscope and listened to her breathing, she sucked in air deeply while he moved the cold metal around the outside of her gown. He asked her to open the top of her paper gown to her navel, again he listened around her chest, his eyes distant while he listened to her. Finally it was over and she covered herself up, breathing thankfully. "I suspect you may have a intestinal parasite, nothing serious mind you, but we should be sure all the same?" She nodded, of course. "If you will give me a few more minutes, I'll do a few more checks. Though they are a little nodded yes. Sandra had come to diagnose her condition not to leave with a unsure answer to her cramps. "Please turn onto your side, facing the wall. " He turned his back on her and she could hear him rustling around near the cabinet. When Dr. Allan turned back around, Sandra could see that his right hand was encased in a tight leather glove. In the other, he carried a open bottle of water based lubricant jelly. As she watched, her head awkwardly looking over her shoulder, he dabbed his gloved finger into the jar and it came out coated. Then she saw him descend towards her backside, felt him lift the paper gown to her hip and his warm free hand pull apart her bum cheek. Sandra held her breath as the finger touched the outside of her scpincter muscle, slowly forcing itself into her rectum. She felt her anus widen to accommodate the doctors finger. A reflex reaction and she tightened her body muscles up. "There Mrs. B., just relax. The worst is over." He sounded reassuring but while his finger was in her bum, Sandra would not be able to relax. She felt his digit rotate, felt the tip move inside her bowels, and wanted to throw up. His other hand, holding her cheek apart had begun to gently rub, calming and scaring the young mother. His voice startled her, "Do you have any pets, cats, dogs?" She forced herself to be calm and slowly she got the words out, "No." "And of course you wash your hands after every visit to the washroom?" "Yes." She felt him pull out the finger, and was about to breath a sigh of relief, but two fingers suddenly entered her. "If it is a parasite, we should discover where you picked it up." Both fingers were moving agitatedly inside her. Sandra realized, her spincter muscle had loosened up so the initial pain was gone, only the weird feeling of her bum hole being stretched wide. She felt her bowels rumble and wondered if she would have another attack of diarrhea over the new doctor. Finally his fingers pulled out of her, his hand let go of her naked asscheek. "There, all finished. I'm afraid that didn't help much." He turned towards the sink, ripped off the glove and through it in the trash. Then began to wash his hands. "I'll have to do a vaginal examination." Sandra lay onto her back, after pulling her gown across her exposed backside. She felt disappointed when he said the exam wasn't over, she had to put up with more. "Please place your feet in the stirrups please." He turned back towards her drying his hands on a paper towel. Then he pulled his chair over to the end of the table and sat down. Sandra couldn't see the doctor any longer, her gown was still by her knees, which were raised in the air. It seemed like a long time before he first touched her, and she wondered what he was doing down their. The only time in Sandra's life that she felt helpless and totally exposed was in a doctor's stirrups. Any doctor, and with this new and untried man she felt very frightened. But of course was brave and didn't show it. Two fingers pulled apart her lower vaginal lips, then immediately another finger pushed into vaginal hole. It was warm and slightly greased up with jelly, but it still hurt her going in. He sunk his digit all the way into her, then twisted it around. And as before, she felt the tip moving deep inside her. While the jelly seemed to catch on fire, heating up her vaginal wall. Sandra jumped unexpectedly when the palm of his hand mistakenly brushed up against her sensitive clitoris. He had let go of her outer lips and was resting his hand over the mound of her pussy. He rested his palm over her crotch, his palm pressing into her clitoris, making her squirm. She was in no mood to feel sexual, but her vagina had a mind of its own. She knew her vagina was getting wet, though was sure he wouldn't be able to tell with the lubricate he used. She got her courage up and asked him, "Will this take much longer doctor?" "It shouldn't Mrs. B." He withdrew his finger, and his palm. Sandra thought he was finished. But a blunt, thick object was pressed firmly into her vagina. It seemed to be a mile long, as it continued until she felt it deep inside her womb. Dr. Allen stood and then went back to the cabinet, and returned to his seat with an instrument Sandra wasn't able to identify. Again his hand descended upon her clit. He moved the cylinder around inside her, twisting in back and forth, pulling it out and pushing in back in. Sandra uncontrollably sighed, hating herself for doing it. But the object felt oddly like a huge penis, while his palm was firmly moving above her clit. She moved her buttocks which caused the thin padding of the counter to squeak and the object inside her to sent another jolt up her spin. Here she was sick, her husband waiting in the room down the hall and she was getting excited by the doctors examination. Dr. Allan pulled the thick object out of her vagina, then stood up, his other hand still resting on her pussy. "Are you okay Mrs. B.?" She nodded yes, but felt her inner thigh muscles quiver as another pleasure wave swept over her body. Again she sighed, hating herself, closing her eyes and turning her head sideways towards the wall. Embarrased. Another blunt object was sliding into her vagina, not as thick or long, but she enjoyed the contact very much. But this one, didn't rest inside her, nor twist around. It slide almost all the way out then drove back into her. She realized the doctor had took his hand off her clitoris and was now spreading her knees as far apart as they would go. It took perhaps a full minute for Sandra to realize the doctor was fucking her! She wanted to sit up yell rape, scream for help. But the doctor suddenly ground his cock deep inside her, his pelvis pressing against hers. She forgot everything, and responded electrically, her back arched upwards, while holding the edge of the counter with her hands, her hips rose up to meet the doctors. Sandra felt his hands tear away the paper gown, then grasp a breast in each hand. Roughly he pinched her nipples, she hated him, desired him. Nothing now mattered but her impending orgasm. Sandra bite her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. Her orgasm spread out from her vagina, through every muscle and fibber in her body. She was sweating and squeaking on the rubber counter. She even missed the initial blast of the doctor's sperm deep inside her. But didn't miss the rest of the warm cum filling her up. Nor the sounds he made as he orgasmed, and then collapsed over her exposed body. Immediately she hatted herself, wanting to get out of this small room and away from the heavy doctor above her. She couldn't understand what caused her to react this way, Sandra had never been that spontaneous. Dr. Allan's cock slipped out of her, and she felt its wet softness on her rear thigh, and a wave of revulsion ran through her. Eliminating the last enjoyable feeling of her orgasm. Within five minutes, the doctor had zipped himself up and written her a prescription for a drug to cure her cramps. He disappeared as suddenly as he had come. Then Sandra was alone to dress and to remember! Jenny ===== Her mom had dragged her to the doctor, of course Jenny wouldn't have done it herself. She was scared! Not of the doctor, who she had never met, but of what she had to reveal. Her monthly menstruation had adroitly stopped. She couldn't be pregnant, having never had sex before. And her mom figured it was a virus, or some kind of bug. It was very embarrassing for a fifteen year-old girl to admit to her mom that she was having problems with her cycle. And when she finally worked up the nerve to tell her, she is dragged to the doctor. She waited on the bench, wearing the paper gown and her cotton panties. When the doctor came in, she couldn't talk, she was too nervous. But his deep calm voice steadied her nerves allowing her to tell the learned man her problem. Jenny was thankful for one thing, she had talked her mom into not coming into the examination room with her. How embarrassing! "Please lay back Jenny." He stood next to the waist high table. "Could you remove your panties also." Jenny darted her eyes at him, hopping she had misunderstood him. Then she quickly pulled her panties down her legs, lifting her bum off the plastic seat to do so. Nervous she watched him, wondering if he could see anything, though he was studying her chart. She had never had a vaginal examination before, though had heard of them, and would obviously not want one now. Dr. Allan pulled up the bottom of the paper gown, his hand immediately cupped her peach fuzz sex mound. "Please put your feet in the stirrups please." She hesitated and he nodded to the metal appendices that came out of the foot of the table. When she had her legs placed, he pushed her knees apart, and slid his finger along the length of her young vagina. Causing young Jenny to squirm. "Do you masturbate Jenny?" She wasn't sure she heard him right and wanted to say so, but saw the unhumorous eyes looking into hers. She nodded, yes, embarrassed more than the expectancy of her exam had been. She felt his thick finger slide into her tight vaginal hole, and stop an inch inside her. He wiggled his finger around and mumbled, "Virgin", before taking it out. Jenny visibly relaxed while he wrote notes in her sheet. Then said while leaving, "I'm sending the nurse in to complete the exam." He as gone. Jenny pulled her gown down past her vagina and relaxed. Thankfully her appointment would soon be over. The small bond nurse who had lead her into this office came through the door. A gentle smile preceded her like a ray of sunshine. Relaxing Jenny even further. She placed the lone seat at the foot of the bench, her warm hands quickly spread the young girls legs. The paper blouse again had again fallen to her stomach. But the nurse indicated she should turn on her side facing the wall. The small hands were fumbling with the knots holding the gown up. Jenny lay back onto the bench, and watched as the nurse pulled the gown off her body. "Please turn onto your stomach." Jenny did, thankful to hide her front. A cool liquid was poured over her back, buttocks and thighs. "This is just a muscle relaxant, the doctor thinks you may have a high stress level." The small hands descended onto the girls back and began to roughly rub. Jenny was in heaven, she had never before received a massage, and the nurse was an expert. The hands worked the young hard muscles of her back and shoulders. Very soon they jumped to the calves and thighs. Jenny couldn't help herself and sighed. When the hands grasped a shapely buttock in each, she was a little taken back. But she was soon reassured, and relaxed. "Please turn around Jenny." The nurse poured a large amount of liquid on the girls chest and upper thighs. After setting down the bottle, she leaned forward and began to rub the liquid into the girls neck and shoulders. After a few moments, she moved down to her almost flat chest, and began to massage her pouty chest mounds. Jenny was nervous and watched the nurse work on her. The small blond woman concentrated her work on the fleshy mounds and the nipples for what seemed like a long time to Jenny. Then she jumped down to the legs, rubbing the upper inner thigh until the muscles felt like jello. When she was finished she placed the girls heels into the stirrups. Jenny didn't realize it but she looked incredibly sexy laying their, her sun bronzed skin glistening in the florescent light, her long brown hair cascading over the edge of the bench. The nurse stood back and admired the teenager openly, then sat in the chair at the end of the table. Jenny watched the woman between her spread thighs, as she poured more liquid right onto her crack. Without pausing her hand again descended upon her body, this time right onto her sex mound. The hand worked the liquid right down into the crack and along the inner lips. The young girl realized the feelings she was feeling and wanted the nurse to stop. But the massage seemed to rub all the right places, and constantly stimulated the little bud of her clitoris. Jenny closed her eyes hoping to hide her excitement, but unconsciously her hand placed itself over her bosom and gently squeezed rhythmically. The nurse stopped the massage and Jenny breathed a sigh, thankful that it was almost over. Then something smooth, warm, and wet rubbed along the length of her slit, from her anus to the clit. At first Jenny thought it was the hand again. But when he thing reached her clitoris it hooked up something a finger couldn't do. Jenny opened her eyes. There between her thighs was the blond head of hair, the face pressed almost against her sex. It was the nurses tongue that had touched her! Again she felt it, a hand pulling open her outer sex lips allowing the tongue to lick the most intimate places. Again! And again! The teenager groaned, arched her back on the now-slippery table, her hands came down and held the mane of hair in two strong hands. Jenny pressed her sex outwards, pulling in with her hands. It didn't matter any longer if the woman realized she was excited. The boundary had been crossed. And the only thing that mattered to the girl was her own rising excitement. The tongue and lips were expert at pleasing a woman, let alone a girl. Jenny was in heaven, had never felt so good from her own hand before. The tongue played with the girls bum-hole, trying to force itself into her but failed. Teeth gently nibbled on the clitoris, causing the girl to scream in delight. The tongue slide into her vagina, in and out, fucking her as she imagined a small cock would. It was over all too soon. Jenny lasted only a few moments under the expert tutelage of the nurse. Her orgasm was never this good, or lasted as long. She wanted more but was unsure how to ask. Even when the nurse stood up and began to wash her face in the sink, Jenny imagined what that petite body looked like, tasted like. She wanted more! Of course the girl knew what she had done, what people called it. But she really didn't care, for the first time someone had made her feel good, without wanting something in return. The blond nurse turned towards the girl, "Do you feel better Jenny?" She was about to answer, but the woman pressed her lips onto hers. A tongue slide into the mouth, played with hers. They kissed for a long time, Jenny wrapped her arms around the woman's neck not wanting to ever let go. The teen could taste an unfamiliar substance on the woman's lips, and knew it was her own vaginal juices. Finally the nurse pulled away, smiled down at the urgent girl and then said, "You should come back next week for another checkup!!?" Jenny nodded enthusiastically. When she was alone, Jenny began to touch herself, trying to bring back that great feeling she had momentarily experienced earlier. But couldn't. Her hands were nothing like the nurses tongue, could never please her in the same way. Jenny would indeed be back in a week. Lisa ==== She was twenty-four years-old. And she was the only nurse working for Dr. Allan. Her wage was double the normal medical nurse with her couple years of experience. She had met the man a year ago, when he spoke at a seminar on new procedures to help people without using drugs. So impressed was Lisa that she waited for the man, he met her and she invited him to supper. That first evening he only kissed her on the cheek, she hated it. Dr. Allan was so normal, middle class. He phoned only once, she denied him another date. But two days later she was doing rounds in the hospital she worked at when she bumped into the man. He invited her to his office, for some reason she agreed. She drank the coffee he handed her and they talked. In less than ten minutes all of her motor functions didn't work, and the good doctor had laid her onto his desk. He unbuttoned her skirt and blouse, ripped her panties and bra. Then he shoved his penis into her vagina. It was the most scary, sickening thing to ever happen to her. It was also the most exciting. When Dr. Allan was finished with her, he began to take pictures of her, while telling her to keep quiet about their meeting or many people will see them. He needn't have bothered. The next day, before her shift, Lisa cornered the Dr. in the hallway and asked him to his office. There she dropped to her knees and took his penis into her mouth. The first time she had ever used her mouth on a penis, or tasted the salty sperm as he came. Later the same day, he placed her over his lap and gave her a spanking so hard she couldn't sit for a week. She loved him, or more correctly she loved it! The next eight months were very interesting, he taught her so much about her own sexuality. They were much alike, needing the other, using each other for their unhealthy sexual desires. It was three month into their relationship when she witnessed his abuse of a patient. At first she was dumb struck, sickened. After seeing her reaction, he drugged an attractive middle aged girl and told Lisa to screw her, while he watched. Initially, she was like a robot only doing it to please him, then she began to feel the familiar itching between her legs. Then he ordered her to seduce a young woman of twenty, to bring back her panties as proof. Lisa accomplished the mission and returned sated. Then he told her to fuck a male patient. Reluctantly she did, she returned and told the doctor she was finished. She never wanted to fuck another man besides him. When he was finished, she cleaned herself up. He left bruised on her back and buttocks, ripped her anus with his cock and left teeth marks on her breasts. But he never asked her to fuck another man. Today when Jenny, the young patient who she was ordered to seduce, clung to her when they kissed. Lisa felt something she had never felt before, she wasn't sure but it could be love! There wasn't anything special about the young lady, and Lisa had "fucked" several girls. Jenny was very attractive, the round face and ass, soft smooth skin, just forming hips and breasts, the soft down of her pussy. She had felt something in the girl when she licked her, the need to be loved. But for Lisa it was the power she felt as she controlled the young woman. Ms. Wambaugh, the office secretary and clerk, waved the nurse over and handed her a pink note sheet. Written on it was the name Jenny, and a phone number. Not wanting the Dr. to see it she stuffed it into her pants pocket. Then abruptly left the front reception area. It was late in the day, all the patients were gone, finished for the day. Only the three staff stayed on, finished the daily paperwork. Lisa closed the Doctors office door behind her. As usual he ignored her, while she undressed. It was a standing order, that she attend to him after every special session he sends her too. And one of the things she had to do was be exposed when telling what happened. Since meeting the domineering man, she never wore panties, and often wore old fashioned stockings and garter belt. He demanded her to be ready for him at any moment. When she wore only her heels and stockings, she came around to his side of the desk. She waited, her hands behind her back, for him to notice her. As usual she waited several minutes, before he sat back and told her to sit on his lap. Every time it was different, sometimes she was asked to bend over his desk, or lay on her back, maybe her face on his lap. She sat as a little girl sideways, her head on his shoulder, her legs over the arm of his chair. She began, "I've been bad daddy." She used a small innocent voice. His hands squeezed her to him. "There was a very pretty girl who... ", he slipped his hand between her thighs, "I played with... " She remembered Jenny's taste, the scent of her skin, the sheen of the oil on her bronzed buttocks, the desperate look in her eyes as they kissed. "... Down there." She spread her legs and pointed at herself. His hand reached her and immediately he slipped a finger into her. He found she was already wet, the picture Lisa had in her mind from earlier today caused her to be excited. "Did you kiss her vagina Lisa?" He was starting to breath hard. She nodded shyly, "I couldn't help it, she was so pretty. She did taste good daddy, much better than all the others." Two fingers slid into her. "Was I a bad girl?" "No Lisa, you are a good girl. But I feel like punishing you anyway." He pulled his fingers out of her snatch. "Come here and receive your punishment girl!" With a little smile , she turned towards him in the big seat. With deft fingers she unzipped him and pulled out his already hard cock. Swiftly she sat upon him, his penis spearing into her cunt. Lisa needed him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her. She prayed for an orgasm, needing it after this afternoon. She felt his eyes upon her studying her as he so often did during sex. If she didn't please him, he would often punish her more firmly, or degrade her until she crawled back to him. Sometimes he was cruel for no reason. "You liked the girl didn't you?" She saw the frown on his face and became worried. "No Dr. Allan, I've been waiting all day for you that's all." She realized he noticed her excitement, the extreme wetness of her vagina, the extra effort she put into fucking his cock. Pleasing herself instead of him. Something she knew he did not put up with. He pushed her off him, roughly. "Over the desk bitch!" He stood as she positioned herself face forwards over his huge pine desk. Lisa felt him push upon her back, reminding her to position her buttocks to their maximum roundness. She realized what was in store even before he touched her. One hand pulled apart her asscheek. Then she felt him, the blunt end of his cock touch her anus. But he didn't stop, forcing himself into her sweaty but otherwise dry hole. When his hairy crotch tickled her soft ass, did he stop, pulling on her blond hair. He rode her in that position, often slapping a asscheek or reaching around and playing with her hard little nipples. Lisa forced herself to be quiet as she stifled a scream of pain. Dr. Allan was indeed pleasing himself now, and not his nurse. He knew the one thing she did hate, was being fucked in the ass, and often used it to punish her for real. He pulled out of her loosened anus, but she was too scared to move until the order was given. "Come here and finish me Lisa." She quickly turned and dropped to her knees. This part was familiar to her, to use her mouth to finish him off. She usually enjoyed it, but this time his penis had been in her backside. Also she knew if she showed any reluctance she would be punished even worse. She took his cock in one swallow, feeling his stomach against her nose. Holding back the renching as the taste and smell of her asshole came to her. Using her best technique she began to suck him off, wanting to please him quickly. Since first meeting him, she had been taught to suck a cock like a expert. He lifted her hand that lay on her lap, placing a familiar oblong object in it. "Fuck yourself with it." Swiftly she lifted her bottom off the floor and sat on the object. It was a dildo he sometimes used with her, she often enjoyed it, but this time he mind wasn't on a cock but on a young girls pussy. As she bobbed her head on his lap, she moved her bottom, fucking herself for his pleasure. Soon the familiar grunts of pleasure came from him. Then she felt his penis enlarge slightly before it erupted insider her. After the first spurt of sperm she dropped her face as far down as it would go. Knowing he enjoyed to cum deep inside the mouth and throat. Swiftly she dressed and quickly left, the dildo on his desk ready for the next time he wanted to use it. Lisa could taste the familiar flavor of the doctors sperm, but her tongue could still remember the aftertaste of the young nubile teenager she had tasted. Lisa went home, her days work finished. Louise ====== She saw her husbands car drive up and a wave of revulsion ran down her spine. Louise Allan, wife to Dr. Allan quickly put the finishing touches onto her meal. Roast beef and mash potatos just the way he liked them. Without saying a word, he entered their home. Then came to the table and sat down. She brought the final platter of meat to the long dining room table and sat on his right waiting for him to start. "Where's Linda?" He asked, while loading his plate with the hot food. Gently she answered, "She had a school field trip today, she should be home by eight." He grunted. When he began to eat, Louise began to load her own plate, though in much less quantities. In silence they ate. Tonight she wore the black see-through blouse and no bra, wanting to please her husband. When they were first married, he was the most considerate, passionate man she had ever known. Then he started to ask for kinky acts in their marrage bedroom. At first it was harmless, sexly lingerie, massage oils. Then it got kinkier, he tied her up, began to use pain with her, ordered her to do things she didn't like. When she disobeyed an order to let him cum on her face, nothing happened. But a year ago, things had gotten much worse. He was quick to strike her, never in the face usually on her ass, for any indescretion. She was constantly reminded she was for his pleasure only. So to keep his temper in check, she tried harder to please him. Six months ago, just before moving to the new town, he brought home a resident from the hospital. He ordered her to fuck him. He watched her bring the young man off three times in as many hours. Since then he watched her suck off a gas station attendant, fuck the mailman, and masturbate for five men neither of them knew. She also had to make passes at women whom he liked, even once sucking her husbands cum out of a hookers cunt. He less frequently fucked her, but usually abused her, watched her with others, made her masturbate while he took pictures. She was scared of him. It was only with Linda she had any pride, their daughter, a sixteen year-old rebelous teenager. Who loved her father and ignored her mom. But lately, Louise noticed her husband looking at the young girl, who had become a younger version of the mom. It went so far, that after Linda left for school one day, he brought his wife into the messy room and told her to dress in the clothes of his daughter. Then he spanked her over his knee, and told her to fight him as he began to rape her. "The carrots are undercooked." It was a simple statement, but Louise became very pale and froze. Knowing her husband barely needed a reason to punish her. It was the first time he looked at her this meal, he barely noticed her naked busoms. "Come here Louise." She stood and came towards her husband. He nodded towards her chest, and she immedialy began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands trembling. She dropped the see-through blouse onto the floor. With firm strong hands Dr. Allan turned his wife towards the table, her back to him. He pushed her forward onto her face and hands. With his table knife he slit her skirt down from her waist. It fell to her feet. As was his order she didn't wear underwear unless it was skimpy. "Pass me the candle and butter." She handed one at a time, knowing but praying he would be gentle. A large scoop of butter was applied to her anus. Outside and in, he fingered her until she was well lubricated. Then she felt the one inch wide candlle enter her bum hole. It seemed to fill her up, stretch her spincter muscle. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. The candle was four inches long, and an inch wide. Dr. Allan forced the whole thing into her, until she felt the sharp edges slide past her anus muscle. Then he began to spank her, his hand firm and hard, he pounded upon her round buttocks. Making them red and very sore. "Perhaps you'll learn next time to cook vegtables correctly." He pulled on her hair to force her to stand up again. "After you clean up, you may ask to remove the candle." Dr. Allan stood and went into the family room to watch the news. Leaving his wife standing with shaky knees and a candle up her ass. When he said "ask", he ment beg. She would have to show proper manners for him to give his pomision to shit out the object in her rear. If the candle fell out, or she couldn't stand it any longer and let it out. He would beat her, posibly tieing her to the bed and torturing her mercilessly. Bill ==== Bill Rutherford opened the sealed envelope very carefully and dumped the contents onto his bench. Three weeks ago, the developer had sent a note with the daily shipment. It told him that bundle number sixteen was very interesting. That meant nudity to the young man. Inside he found developed pictures of two women having sex. They were very graphic and hot! He worked at the malls photo store, the only one in town with overnight service on pictures. When an order came in, labeled John Adam's, Bill knew it was for the same man who took all those sexy pictures. Five times in the last three weeks had he opened and discovered many photos. With only a woman and the man who picked them up being regulars. Most of the time it was just attractive, or cute, woman with either of the regulars. Bill didn't know anyone in any of the pictures, until today. Sandra B., his cousins wife. She lay on her back as the man fucked her on his table. The view was from the side and up a little. And the room looked like an examination room. The view on her face told him she was enjoying herself very much. Their were thirty-six photos, all very explicit. Sandra with a large dildo-like thing in her twat, laying on her side with a couple of fingers in her rear, her body almost completely arched off the table as he fucked her. Bill had always been attracted to the pretty woman, since first seeing her at the wedding. and had the typical male fantasy of having sex with her. But he always knew her as a devoted mother and wife, gentle and happy. The fact that she was screwing some man and taking pictures with him, proved he had been wrong. For the first time since Bill worked at the photo mart, he sent the envelope back, for reprints. For himself! When Mr. John Adam's came in he would be told his pictures were not ready yet, sorry. Bill had to have a set of those pictures. What he would do with them he had no idea. Lisa ==== Jenny stood wide eyed, quietly waiting for the nurse to say something. It was the end of the day, and Lisa was just leaving work to head home. Not thirty feet from the office, the teenager came around a corner and stood in her way. At the first sign of the girl, Lisa's heart began to beat fast, but she didn't show it. "Hello Jenny." She walked around the girl, turning her head to make sure she followed. "What are you doing here, the office is closed?" "I've come to see you." She was very nervouse. "I needed to see you." Lisa stopped and turned back towards the girl, away from the windows of her work. "What about?" She was acting very calm. Jenny shrugged her shoulders, unable to say it. "Have you come to see if I would suck you off again?" The girl looked shocked, and startled that she was that odvious. "N... no, of course not." Lisa was having fun. Now understanding what the doctor enjoyed about the power he had over other people. Well Jenny was out of his reach, and in hers. "Perhaps you want to eat me?" This time the girl couldn't say anything but just stood their with her mouth open and a suprised look on her face. "Well whatever, we can't just stand out here all night." Lisa saw that the teen was about to give up in defeat. "Tell me the truth did you think about me the last few days?" She nodded. "And did you play with yourself thinking about my tongue inside you?" Even with the tan, Lisa could see her bloushing. Gently, "Would you like to come home with me Jenny?" She didn't wait for an answer but turned around and walked towards her home. Behind her the near-silent footsteps of the young girl. Less than ten minutes, Jenny had her jacket off and was standing in the living room looking around at the decorations. While Lisa sat watching the pretty girl, wondering what to do next. She decieded to be blunt. "Take your clothes off Jenny!" After the initial surprise the teenager began to strip. Wearing only jeans and a tee-shirt on the outside, it didn't take long. Her body trembled as if she was cold. And she acted shy under the gaze of the older woman, turning her hip away, or not looking into the eyes of Lisa. But she also looked excited, thankfull to be standing before the nurse. "And your underwear." The training bra fell to the floor, then slowly, shyly, the white cotton panties followed. Lisa stood, a foot in front of the youth, she smiled into the girls wide eyes. "Take my clothes off." Jenny smiled, then began to undress the woman. First the buttons of the nurses sweater, then the skirt. Both fell to the floor combining with the teens clothes. The shirt was next. Jenny saw that Lisa hadn't worn any panties or bra, and also wore stockings and a garter belt. She looked delighted. Subconciously she licked her lips. Lisa wrapped her arms around the young girl, her lips pressed against the other. She looked into the others eyes, "Tell me what you want?" Jenny blushed. "Tell me!" Firmer, harsher. "Please lick me." She sounded desperate, nervous. Lisa held the girls head between both her hands, and said, "No! You eat me." It was a order. Jenny dropped to her knees before the nurse, and stared at the trangle of hair covering her cunny. With a firm push of her hand, the teen opened her mouth and covered as much as she could of the coarse pubic hair. Lisa could feel the novice mouth upon her mound, an inch too high, so she again pushed upon the head. Lisa jumped, the tongue slide over the sensitive clitoris causing a jolt of pleasure to run throughout her body. The teen moaned and caused her mouth to vibrate against the sex organ. The woman lifted one leg up to rest it on the couch, her thighs spread wide. The teen didn't need any more encouragement and fell upon her bottom, her face almost straight up in the air, her lips firmly imbedded between the thick outer cunt lips. The nurse began to ride her crotch across the young girls face, leaving a slimy trail of pussy juice. A tiny firm tongue forced itself through the thick wet folds to worm into the narrow hole. Lisa screamed. The tiny tongue felt better than any penis had, she felt the tip flick back and forth inside her causing another intense emotion. There was no stopping now, the woman needed an orgasm and only this tiny young girl could give it to her. For a year now, Lisa needed the firm kinky attention she got from her boss, nothing else pleased her. But with Jenny, something new had awakened inside her! Betty ===== The nurse assured her nothing was wrong it was only the normal reactions of a woman who is seven months pregnant. But the woman wasn't so sure, her body told her something was wrong and had demanded to be brought to the doctor. Sitting alone in the examination room she stared at the posters and pictures that seem to adorne every doctors office. Betty tried to breath slowly to become calm, telling herself that the doctor would soon be here to set things right. In the waiting room her hushand and their first child sat and patiently waited. When the door finally opened, Betty jumped her mind going over all the things that could be wrong with her pregnancy. Dr. Allan came in, his nose going over her records that her previous doctor had kept. Quickly Betty began to tell him all the symptoms of her alleged problem. He sat in the only seat in the room except for the examination table and wrote out her problems a small smile coming to his face. When she finished talking she sat back and waited for the diagnosis. "Well Mrs. W., these all seem like symptoms of a normal pregnancy. But if you like I could give you an examination just to be sure." Betty was convinced something was wrong and nodded for him to go ahead. "Please take off your clothes and sit back on the table." Unlike many women, Betty wasn't embarrased to be naked with a doctor. This was her second child and the previous doctor was nothing more than a perfect gentleman, except his elderly hands were a little cold. So she undressed and set aside her clothes, until only her undys were on. She lay back on the table and placed her heels in the stirrups. Dr. Allan had been washing his hands then wrote another note in her record before turning and giving her all his attention. First he took her milk heavy breast in both hands and began to squeeze it, touching and pressing every square inch. Then switched to the other breast, doing the same thing. "I'm going to give the baby an injection? Just a growth suplement, vitamins." Again Betty nodded. A moment later it was done, the long needle was pulled out of her huge stomach. Then the doctor asked, "Do you give your husband oral sex?" This surprised the woman and took a second to reply, "Uh, yes." Her unshakeable faith in doctors told her to turn a blind eye to his question. But a part of her sent a chill up her spine. "How often?" What a strange question, "A couple times a month, maybe." Betty realized her almost naked body for the first time. And both her hands came up and covered her large breasts. Not too successfully. "Does he ejaculate into your mouth?" He watched her intently, one hand upon her large stomach. Betty guessed the sperm her husband left inside her was somehow causing a danger to her unborn baby. She nodded yes, then spoke rapidly, "Its difficult to make love, so I often just... " "Do you like the taste?" She was stunned, her faith in doctors was becoming lost. What had the taste of her husbands sperm have to do with her baby. She didn't know what to say and just lay their her mouth open, without any words coming out. "The injection I just gave your baby, in lay-mans terms, was a poison." Betty was stunned, frozen unsure of anything any longer. "And the fetus will die if it doesn't get another needle every ten days." Why? "There is no antidote." He turned away from her and closed her folder. After a long couple of minutes, he finally spoke. Betty had broke down and tears were running down her face. "Until your baby is born, you will return for another injection every week. And you will also do anything I ask. Do you understand?" "Yes." She didn't. "If you tell anyone, your baby will die." That was the last straw, Betty broke down and began to loudly cry. Confused and scared. Why had Dr. Allan do this? She didn't understand much of what was going on but the last words he had spoken were very clear to her. "Turn on your side facing me." Betty let go of her breasts and turned on her side, her mind going a mile a minute. Dr. Allan unzipped his trousers and quickly pulled out his semi-hard penis. The young mother thought she was going to pass out. Now she knew what he wanted! "You are going to suck my cock and swallow every drop of my cum. Do you understand?" The one-eyed penis was less than a inch from the pretty womans eyes. The word barely came out of her mouth, "Yes." She was defeated, her body exausted. Betty knew her hushand could never know, and the doctor said it was only until her baby came out. She had to do it, for her baby's sake. "You will do everything I ask each time you visit my office, correct?" "Yes." "Do you hate me?" Betty blurted out before she caught herself, "yes!" To be realistic she didn't hate him, she was still too stunned and paralyzed to feel that much of an emotion. But later she would! "Good! Now open your mouth bitch and suck me off." He drove forward and forced her mouth to encircle his cock. It was smaller than her husbands by a full inch and didn't have much problem going in. But he doctor did't just stroke in and out of her, he slammed into her face agian and again. Betty could taste his sweat, smell the fabric softener on his trousers. Every sense was hightened, but not in her favor. She didnt' want to remember this. He was hitting her lips so hard, her teeth were cutting into her mouth. She could taste blood and his salty pre-cum, hating it, but also enduring every second. She wasn't an active participant, she only lay on her side and let him fuck her face. Betty had begun to suck upon the member, wanting to finish this torture, knowing she could leave only after he had shot a load into her throat and mouth. Dr. Allan reached down and slid his hand between her cotton panties and her enlarged stomach. The fingers were rough as they pinched the clitoris for several seconds before sliding down lower until two of them slide into the dry cunt hole. His arm forced her thighs to spread, only enough for his hand to work upon her sex. She shivered in disgust. "I'm going to fuck your cunt next week, and the week after that I'm going to fuck your asshole." He was breathing hard and gasped between words. "Your going to be my little fuck toy. And every week you'll come back for more." He laughed insanely as his sperm hit the back of her throat. His hands holding her head against his stomach until he was finished with her. Sandra ====== After her visit to Dr. Allan, Sandra had not spoken a word of what had happened. In fact her whole personality changed since that visit, even her husband and daughter noticed. She felt violated, used, mistreated and there was nothing she thought she could do about it. It wasn't as if he had raped her? Or did he? It was a anti-climatic that the doctors perscription had solved her physical problems. But the mental ones were not so easily solved. The one thing that keeps going through her mind was the feeling of the doctors sperm sliding out of her vagina for two days afterwards. She had changed many pairs of underwear, and had several showers in those couple of days. But nothing could get rid of the feeling of the warm sperm hitting her sensitive inner thigh when she awonk suddenly. Sandra had not been able to give her husband the attention he desired, but allowed him to "mount" her. And that took a couple weeks. It wasn't that her sex drive had cessed, it was only that her mind couldn't drive the feelings that she had undergone in that examination room. In fact only a few days ago, she had awonk from a sexy dream, her vagina wet and her nipples hard, until she realized she was thinking about Dr. Allan. She was determined to get over it. Though she still spent several minutes per day crying to herself thinking about the recent past. So she concentrated her energy on her family, being the best cook, cleaner and wife and mother. Until this morning. A sealed envelope was left in her mailbox last night with only her name written on the outside. Time took forever before she tore open the paper and looked in, she had a bad feeling. Inside was a short note and a single photograph. It read, "Be at the Sandman Inn room 23, one o'clock this afternoon." It was unsigned. She had stopped breathing when she got around to looking at the photograph. Her worst fears were becoming reality, the nightmare wasn't over yet. The photo was of Dr. Allan and her. It looked like she was willingly giving herself to him?! It was her face, it registared pleasure not the disgust she remembered. Sure there was a few moments that she had felt good, but she blocked out most of the memories and only remembered the bad. Sandra knocked at room number twenty three. She thought she knew what was about to happen and was horrified. Did she have any choices? She hadn't dressed up for the rondesvous, in fact she looked terrible. Her face was bloachy from crying, her hair tangled, her clothes wrinkly and plain. The door opened! But it wasn't Dr. Allan, it was her hushands cousin, Bill. She was unable to speak. Her mind trying to come up with a reason for the young man to be here!? Then the truth hit her, or at least some of the truth. Bill knew! To confirm her suspicions she felt his eyes look down her body, undressing her with a glance. She saw that he only wore a bathrobe, and had bare feet, so wasn't wearing anything under that. Then she saw it - his penis was making a tent in front of his robe. Sandra felt like fainting, her whole world seemed to be crashing down around her. Spots appeared before her eyes, and she felt arms encircling her, holding her up. She mumbled something about being alright before fading away. When she awoke, only a moment latter, she felt a slimy tongue licking her nipple. After opening her eyes, she saw that she lay upon the rented rooms bed, and that most of her clothes were undone, Bill knelt over her his lips pressed to her chest. He let go of her sensitive nipple, his hands still encircling it forcing the breast upwards. "Your awake. Good, I thought this wouldn't be much fun without you." She realized he had thrown off his robe and his pecker was touching her left arm. "I knew you would show up, don't want my cousin to realize what kind of wife he realy had." His laugh had a nasel sound to it. Sandra shivered. Perhaps there was another way out of her situation, it was odvious what the boy wanted but maybe something else would serfice? "I have money... ?" She realized a tear was sliding down her cheek. He lifted his hands from her chest and placed one palm over her still covered sex mound, cupping it. "All I want is this!" His lower lip was quivering and he kept glancing down at her exposed nipple. Sandra realized he was mad, and nothing else mattered except his animal hunger. And she was dinner! Could she escape from his cluthes and not have her husband find out? She doubted it. But she also didnt' want to have sex with this animal, nor did she want to remember the examination that the doctor had given her. Maybe if she just let this little slug screw her he would be satisfied and leave her alone? She doubted that also. Bill bent forward and attempted to kiss her, but she turned her head away leaving him only her cheek. Whispering in her ear, "I'm not going to fuck you until you ask me politly." He sat up then climbed off the bed, his penis bobbing before him. Sandra dared hope, perhaps he had some morals after all and have pity on her. She sat up. Bill sat at the small round table and dumped the contents of a large brown envelope onto its surface. Almost three dozen photos of his cousin-in-law screwing the doctor fell face up. >From the distance she was at, she could see her own smile in one photo. So that was what he ment, he wouldn't have to take her against her will, not if she wanted to keep her marriage together. Was their any other posiblity? None that she could see. Sandra loved her family more than anything else in her life and it was the only thing that ment anything to her. She came to the realization that she was going to have to fuck this little animal! But she also was determined and fully expected not to enjoy herself. He sat there watching her waiting. With trembling hands she began to undo the remaining buttons of her clothes while still sitting on the bed. Every movement she made, he followed. And it wasn't long before she again lay on her back, her legs spread, naked. Bill stared right at her slightly spread vagina for several minutes before speaking. "You are very beautiful and I wouldn't think of touching you without permission?" He waited. Sandra realized she was going to have to say it. To ask him to sleep with her. Her mouth became suddenly dry, "Come here... " She lifted her arms waiting for him, but he didn't move and turned back to the photos admiring several. What did he want? "I'll do anything you ask Bill." Still he ignored her. Finally she knew what she had to do, "Come here and fuck me Bill! Please." He turned to her and smiled. Bastard! "On your knees slut!" The word stung, was that what she was? She didn't do this because she liked it only because she had too and in her mind that didn't qualify her as a slut. No matter what anyone said. Slowly, she turned over and got onto her hands and knees. Without another moments hesitation, Bill jumped onto the bed and sunk his cock into her dry hole. It hurt her, yet he didn't notice. Nor did he notice the scream of pain that escaped her lips. No, the only thing that he did notice was that he was finally fucking the woman of his fantasies. That and the anticipation of this meeting caused the young man to shoot his sperm only thirty seconds after plunging into her. Raul She lay their over her husbands desk, her bottom raised into the air. Behind her Raul grunted delightfully as he held back from the orgasm he had worked upon for almost a half hour. He grunted and groaned as he forced himself to hold back, wanting to feel the familiar ripple of the orgasm of his partner thorugh the walls of her vagina. One of her hands held his balls between her own thighs controlling his actions, demanding more. Louise Allan screamed out her pleasure as her own orgasm finally came. Shooting out of her cunt and spreading to every inch of her body. Raul felt the ripples he had been waiting for and finally let himself go. And his sperm shot out the head of his cock deep into her sex cavern. It felt like a gallon of sperm was leaving his body, taking his energy and strength with it. Beneath him, Louise lay exausted over the immaculate desk, with only a tremor every few seconds to mark her as one of the living. After catching his breath for a few moments, the fifty year- old man tenderly rubbed along the smooth sweaty flanks of her lover. He bent and kissed her shoulder, pulled her hair off the side of her face and then kissed her ckeek and neck. She smiled and groaned in appreciation. Raul stood straight up and pulled his shrunken cock out of her slimy hole, before zipping himself up. He had been the neighbourhood lawn man for many years, and when the young doctor and his wife moved in, he naturally continued his work for them also. At first he knew Mrs. Allan as only a quiet, shy woman who seemed to be nice enough. Of course he noticed her natural beauty, but she was only one of several beautiful women in his neigbourhood, and he only let his eyes glaze. It was Louise that had initiated the first encounter. After coming into the house to drink the iced tea she made, he turned to leave, but found himself wrapped in her arms. Her lips were warm and moist, and they had a certain desperation to them as they kissed. Raul felt very concious of his sweaty dirty clothes, but she didn't seem to notice, in fact thereafter she always asked him to keep his overall one when they made love. Well it had been almost twelve years since the last time the old man had sex and he didn't, at first give the husband much thought. The light came through the tiny upper window to fall upon her glowing body as it drapped itself over the large old desk. Louise moaned out his name, telling him words of love. Raul helped her to stand facing him before letting his lips connect with her moist tired ones. Louise fumbled with the overalls zipper trying to get out his penis again. He stopped her, gently, smiling at her hunger. Happy that he found a woman who seemed to love him immensely and forgetting the racial and class differences that lay between them. Of course he didn't think this would be a pernament affair, but would enjoy it until its definite end. "Please darling!" She sounded desperate, but also exhausted. It was this way every time. "I have to get back to work Louise. And I don't think these tired old bones could handle... " Her tongue slide into his, she tempted him. This time her hands were more successfull in her endevours and his soft penis hung out of his clothes. Louise dropped to her knees before him, and in seconds had his dirty cock in her mouth. It never ceased to amaze him that this young woman would do anything to please him, and he in turn tried to return the favor. Whenever she let him. Once he lasted long after her orgasm and she reached between her spread thighs and pulled him out of her and aimed him between her asscheeks. He found himself inside her bumhole, her ankles on his shoulders. She let herself please him, yet the look on her face held him back from asking her to repeat the performance. It was as if she was doing something she hated, but why then did she do it? Raul did more things in that month with her than he had with his long departed wife. Things he only wondered about. Like having a womans mouth upon his organ. He thought she was just as hungry as him when it came to sex, since her hushand looked very tight assed and probably held her back. He doubted the pretty woman had gotten it in a very long time. They never spoke about the man, almost as if he didn't exist. But Raul guessed he probably abused his lover, if not physically then emotionally. He had learn't! When he tried to give her pleasure it was almost as if she was resisting his attempts. So he only worked upon her when she was mutually doing him. In other words, they often sixty-nined. The tingling feeling in his balls brought Raul back to the present. He was about to cum! Louise sensed this impending explosion and bounced a little faster her lips tighter. While her hand fondled his balls trying to milk him for another load. Her hard work was soon successful and the first shot landed upon her swirling tongue, before she pressed her face as far down as she could. The remainer of the cum shot deep in her throat and down to her stomach. Raul gasped for breath, wishing he could spend the remainder of the day fucking this gorgeous woman. Without a word she pulled her face from his crotch and watched as he zipped up. She followed him to the door and unconcious that anyone could see, kissed him passionatly goodbye. He turned once after leaving to wave before returning to work.