I clicked my heels against the tiled floors, wishing I were anywhere else. Really, these meetings usually lasted under ten minutes, and the fact that it always took me upwards of thirty minutes to drive here from work made the whole thing seem completely redundant. I furrowed my brows - well, I supposed I should resign myself to looking on the bright side.
My doctor - who had asked me rather early on to simply refer to him as 'Michael', was unnecessarily attractive. He was perhaps the only saving grace of this boring appointments. I knew that nothing would ever develop between the two of us, but the fantasies I'd formed in my head were what usually got me through the sessions.
He was tall - I only came up to his shoulders. His hair was dark, thick, wavy - I wanted to run my hands through it more than I'd ever wanted anything. His eyes, in contrast to his hair, were very light - a shade of grey I'd never seen held within anyone else's irises. He was far too handsome to be a doctor, it was almost a waste of his looks.
But then again, I supposed that the modelling industry was fickle, and Michael wouldn't want his education to go to waste. It still seemed like something of a shame, though.
In all honesty, I hadn't gotten laid in over a year. My former lover had been a man lacking in the ability to satisfy, to put it politely. So to be put in Michael's presence like this was a little frustrating, to say the least - I was a good girl, one who possessed the ability to control her primal urges, but it got more difficult to hold back with each visit.
I was snapped out of my stupor by the sound of the door opening - finally, patient 20 had made his exit. I heaved a sigh of relief, standing and trying desperately to brush the wrinkles out of my skirt before my number was inevitably called. The intercom piped up within a minute, declaring that Dr. Jones was ready for patient 21. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose, steeled myself, and entered his office.
He was waiting as patiently as ever, looking slim and suave in his long, white coat. He motioned for me to take a seat on the exam table, and I did. I crossed my legs sheepishy, fearing that my pencil skirt might ride up and reveal certain intimate areas. Flustered after what hadn't even been a few seconds of eye contact, I balked and looked away.
"How are we today, Rose?" He asked, voice thick and rich like dark chocolate. It was a delicacy to my ears, and I nearly shut my eyes in an attempt to experience it more fully. I forced myself to focus, to pay attention to the questions of the beautiful man before me.
"I'm fine. The same as always." I stated meekly, voice cracking under his intimidatingly good looks. I made my lips tug upwards into what was probably an awkward grin.
There was something strange in the air - there was a tension that hadn't ever been there before. As we locked eyes, I noticed it. Michael's pupils were dilated, hiding the subtle grey tones of his irises. He had rested a hand on my thigh, thumb stroking back and forth in a manner that was almost affectionate. Had I not known better, I would've assumed something truly interesting was about to happen.
"Rose, for today's examination, I wanted to bring in two of my finest assistants. Looking at you right now, I can sense that's something's wrong, and it's always good to get a second opinion." Michael stated, completely destroying whatever fantasy had been forming in my mind up until that point. It was silly of me to think that he'd ever want to do anything sexual with someone as plain as myself.
Hiding my disappointment, I forced myself to meet his gaze and give him a nervous smile.
"Something's wrong with me?" I asked shyly, watching as he made his way over to his desk, sitting down and picking up the phone.
He wasn't listening to me - rather, he was speaking into the phone, requesting assistance. "Could you send Dr. Smith and Dr. Williams into my office?" He queried, and I began to feel nervous. Was I that pale? Were the circles underneath my eyes that pronounced? I certainly didn't feel any different than usual, but I was glad that Michael was taking his appointments with me seriously.
Within moments, the two men that Michael had requested appeared in the doorway - they entered the room and shut the door behind them, turning the lock. I stiffened - why the sudden need for privacy and lack of interruption? I shifted atop the exam table as I watched Michael draw the blinds, completely closing the room off from outside view.
"Rose, this is Dr. Smith. You can call him Matt." Michael said, gesturing towards the first man that had walked in - he was slightly shorter than Michael but not by much. As he leaned forward to shake my hand, I noticed how toned his arms were, even from beneath his coat. He looked deep into my eyes with his warm brown ones, and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze.
"And this is Dr. Williams. You can call him Nathan." Michael explained, showing off the other man, who was of a truly unusual stature. He was taller than Michael, thin, but with broad shoulders that gave him a very intimidating aura. His hand was cold when I shook it, and I couldn't help but shudder when his green eyes met mine.
"Now, Rose - you're going to need to strip for us. That way we can really get a good look at you." Michael stated. If his tone hadn't been so clinical, I would've gotten flustered at the request, but this was par for the course, I assumed. For an examination to be truly in-depth, I supposed I'd need to shed this fabric that was in the way.
"Alright-" I managed, climbing off of the exam table and tugging my shirt over my head. Three men were watching me strip - the thought went straight to my pussy, which was already starting to grow wet as the heat of the situation pooled in the pit of me. I set the shirt on the bed, watching Matt and Nathan closely. They were incredibly handsome men - I hadn't the slightest idea where Michael had managed to find assistants as good-looking as himself.
I unzipped my skirt, pulling it lower and lower, shimmying it down my hips until it pooled unceremoniously around my ankles. I removed my shoes, placing them near the table - leaving me in nothing but my underwear. Hopefully this would be enough - I didn't particularly want to take off any more, especially seeing as it'd reveal to these men how wet I'd gotten for them.
"Rose-" Michael started, and I knew that what I had taken off wasn't going to be enough. Glancing over to him, I noticed something strange - there appeared to be a bulge in his trousers, though I knew that this could just be a result of the way he was sitting. I shouldn't get my hopes up, but the thought that Michael could've gotten worked up over me was mouthwatering. "You need to be completely undressed."
I nodded, unclasping my bra and setting it to the side. I looked up and noticed that Nathan and Matt were ogling me - or at least, that's what they seemed to be doing. I grabbed my panties by the waistband and tugged them off, leaving me completely exposed. Luckily enough, I wasn't wet enough for it to show, unless they happened to get extremely close to that particular area of my anatomy.
"Alright, get on the exam table." Matt spoke, voice deep and husky, laced with an emotion I couldn't quite place. I did as I was told, climbing clumsily onto the somewhat comfortable padded table. I sat there, knees pulled up against my chest so as to hide both my breasts and my pussy. I awaited further instruction obediently, eager to see where this would lead.
"Lean back." Nathan spoke, his tone unreadable. His cold hand was on my shoulder, urging me to lean up against the slightly raised front end of the table. I allowed him to press me backwards until my back hit the soft leather, though I still kept my legs together, for some very obvious reasons.
"Spread your legs." Matt urged, his hands on my kneecaps, subtly pushing them apart. Though it made my heart leap up into my chest, I did as I was told, and I revealed my now very wet pussy to them. It was humiliating, but these men were professionals - surely something similar had happened to them before!
"Interesting." Matt stated plainly, leaning down to observe the wetness. God - I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. His hands were roaming up and down my thighs, and I was absolutely ashamed of the way I angled myself into his touch, pussy throbbing for him. Had I really managed to get myself this sexually frustrated.
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br /> "Rose, when was the last time you had sex?" Michael asked, suddenly appearing at my side. My heart seized up - had I been found out? I was in a panic, but I knew I had to answer. Self-consciously crossing my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts from view, I met his gaze, formulating my response to the best of my abilities.
"Over a year ago." I stated, deadpan. From the other side of me, Nathan began to chuckle - I shot him a glare without even thinking about it, angry that he'd have the nerve to ridicule my lack of sexual prowess. "But - it's no big deal, I swear-" I mumbled, trying my best to cover up my tracks, even though I was certain that I'd already humiliated myself past the point of no return.
"So that's why." Nathan smiled, satisfaction audible in his tone. "You see, Rose, for whores like you, going without sex is like going without water. You become desperate, your wellbeing deteriorates-" He explained, his tongue sharp and vulgar and shocking, considering the setting.
"Exactly." Michael agreed, betraying me. My chest felt tight, I felt genuinely worried. This was unlike any doctor's appointment I'd ever been to before, that much was certain. "But don't you fret, Rose - that's why we're here. We're going to help you." He reassured me, running a hand through my long, blonde tresses.
It was then that I felt something truly startling - something warm and wet was pressed up against my aching pussy. Looking up, I realized that Matt had knelt in front of the exam table, face between my open legs. I bit my lip - I couldn't give in so easily. I was still in utter shock, in utter confusion - but then that tongue began to move, dipping inside of me deftly, making me cry out with pleasure.
I rolled my hips down onto Matt's face, urging him to go deeper, to cover more ground, to make me cum - but then I was surrounded by laughter from both sides. Nathan and Michael were evidently having a pretty swell time watching me come undone.
"Only thirty seconds and she's already this close? The poor thing - Michael, can I help out a little, too?" Nathan teased, reaching down to stroke my cheek as he addressed his superior.
"Of course - that's what I brought the two of you in for. God knows a slut like Rose won't be satisfied until she's had all three of us, though." Michael grinned. I looked up at him - my doctor, the man that had been entrusted with my health and wellbeing. It seemed surreal that this situation was even happening. However, I wasn't complaining in the slightest.
I was snapped out of my daze by something hot and wet poking at my cheek - shifting my eyes over, I realized with a start that it was Nathan's cock, drooping heavily over my face. He nudged the tip against my lips, and for a moment, I was about to open wide - but then I remembered that these men had been calling me a slut.
I shouldn't - I really shouldn't. But it looked so enticing, especially when compared to my former lover's smaller size. Nathan's cock was long and thick, the tip already dripping with precum. So I'd gotten him this excited, huh? Smiling, I parted my lips for a brief moment, allowing him to press the tip inside. I moved my tongue against it, savoring the salty flavor of his desperation.
I hollowed my cheeks, allowing him to go an inch further. My eyelids fluttered shut, long lashes dancing lightly against my cheeks. I wanted to tease him, but I was nowhere near skilled enough to make that a reality.
It was then that Matt's tongue began to circle my clit, which had grown swollen out of frustration. My thighs began to twitch, and my hips snapped forward in a desperate attempt to get more of that lovely, lovely friction. I was a moaning mess, cock laid against my tongue as I let out debauched noises.
Michael spoke up, much to my surprise - he'd been surveying the scene in silence up until that point, though now his arousal had grown obvious. "Nathan, shut her up, will you? I don't want the other patients overhearing us." He sighed, palming the front of his trousers as he watched his assistants utterly debase me.
"Of course." Nathan agreed, grabbing hold of my head from behind and forcing me down onto his cock. My throat spasmed in protest, but I had always possessed a decent gag reflex, and therefore I managed to stay composed. Moans inevitably still flowed forth from my tongue, but they were almost completely muffled by that huge dick.
I wanted so badly to cum, and it seemed as though Matt was determined to get me there. He had placed my thighs onto his shoulders, giving him a better angle of attack. Without warning, he pressed a finger into my wet hole, tongue still working at my desperate clit. I was bucking my hips uselessly, so close to the brink, when-
He pulled away completely, standing up and taking a few steps back, surveying the mess he'd made. My hips were still twitching, and without thinking, I reached down in order to bring myself to orgasm myself. Michael noticed what I was planning on doing and hurriedly grabbed my wrist, pinning it harshly to my side. I whined around the cock in my mouth, squirming in desperation.
Nathan's hand had balled into a fist in my hair, and he was thrusting up into my throat with no regard whatsoever for my level of comfort. I had my eyes squeezed shut, bracing myself as he hit the back of my throat over and over. Several times, I thought I might choke, but I surprised myself by powering through.
"Damn, she's a good girl, isn't she?" Nathan mused, voice soft and pained with arousal as he continued to buck his hips forward, muffling my cries and stretching the walls of my throat to their absolute limits. My jaw was already growing sore - he was just too big, and though the feeling of fullness was welcomed, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"She's always been my favorite patient." Michael responded, his hands trailing over my naked body, driving me absolutely insane. I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, and then they rolled down my cheeks, leaving wet streaks. Slowly, I opened my eyes to look up at Nathan, whose expression had grown almost pained-
It seemed as though he was close to the edge. I relaxed my jaw and throat, allowing him to really just have at it, to destroy whatever semblance of purity I once held. He took the hint, hips beginning to thrust at a fast, rough, uneven pace, earnest in an attempt to get as much friction with the tight walls of my throat as possible.
When he hit his climax, I was overcome with the urge to swallow all of what he had to offer. My throat was spasming, the walls pulsating angrily as I drank down his thick, hot seed. He groaned, tugging at my hair, and it was perhaps the loveliest sensation that I'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
I hollowed my cheeks, milking him of every last drop. He dragged himself out of my mouth, over my tongue, and I stared up at him with my hazy eyes, glazed over with lust. "Thank you-" I murmured absentmindedly, not even realizing the implications of what had just left my tongue.
"Rose, did you just-" Michael began, laughing as he pinched my nipple. "Well, of course you just thanked someone for shooting cum down your throat - you're a fucking cumslut. That's the shit you live for." He grinned, removing his hand from my breast and coming to stand between my legs.
I was a trembling mess of a woman, legs spread, body coated in a light sheen of perspiration. When Michael stood at the foot of the bed, I actually parted my thighs even further - though I didn't so much as think about doing so, it was all subconscious on my part. He smiled at this gesture, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me down so that my ass was nearly hanging off of the exam table.
He began to tug down his zipper, and I was in total disbelief. This was the exact scenario I'd dreamt of every single time I'd gone to one of these useless appointments. I bit my lip, watching eagerly - the bulge in his pants just looked so tantalizing. He met my gaze as he tugged down both his pants and his boxers at once, revealing himself to me.
His cock sprung forth from its fabric confines, and I almost moaned at the sight. It was thick to the point where it looked heavy, and certainly long enough to satisfy. I bucked my hips, urging him closer. I needed him inside of me right now, but knowing him, I was in for a bit of a tease - he'd always had that sadistic sense of humor, after all.
Slowly, he pressed the tip against my aching hole, and I was dripping f
or him. I wrapped my legs around him, heels pressing into the small of his back, coaxing him - I needed him closer. He saw right through this, however, and grabbed my ankles, forcing them apart. I whined, my voice sounding so unlike the way it usually sounded. I sounded like a pitiful mess of a whore, a woman who had nothing but sex on the brain.
"Please, please-" I begged.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific with what you want, Rose."
I winced - I hated being made to say perverted things, and I knew that if I stopped holding back now, I'd say all sorts of embarrassing drivel. I bit my lip, unsure of what to do - Michael really was quite cruel, making a mess of me and allowing his assistants to use my body as they pleased. But really, I hadn't felt this turned on in my whole life, so there was no reason for me to be complaining.
"I- I want your cock, I want you-" I spluttered, words disjointed and voice hoarse and broken under the strain of my immense arousal. "I want you deep inside me, I want you to fill me up-" I pleaded, sounding absolutely pathetic as I whined for release. I squirmed under Michael's touch, and every time the tip of his dick rubbed against my pussy, I let out a breathy moan of frustration.
"Good girl-" He smiled, finally forcing his way inside of me. To my surprise, he didn't take things slow at all, instead opting to sheathe himself in one go. He thrust in, pushing himself all the way to the hilt, my tight pussy clamped around the base of his cock. My eyes were wide, lips parted in silent ecstacy as my body struggled to adjust to his size.
He heaved a heavy sigh, starting to move inside of me. As he slowly, teasingly pulled himself out, I let out a cry. It was then that I remembered I should be quiet - Matt was at my side, pressing a finger to my lips, urging me not to make too much of a fuss. It was impossible to stay completely quiet when Michael was already hitting all of the best spots inside of me, though - I was in complete bliss.
"Nathan-" He grunted, motioning for his assistant to join him. Nathan obediently rushed to his side, observing the way Michael's huge cock was stretching out my tight, pink hole. "Get her ready." He murmured cryptically, and Nathan simply nodded, reaching for a nondescript bottle on a nearby counter. He unscrewed the cap and allowed some of the clear liquid to drip onto his fingers before rejoining Michael.
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