Her insides warmed and her channel clenched mercilessly as she pulled on the paper shirt and wrapped the other, just a paper drape, around her waist. Her breaths came in quick pants as she stepped on the stool and climbed onto the table.
She’d never done anything like this in her life. Chills broke out down her arms and legs. She shifted, realizing she’d left a damp spot on the paper. Was she a freak for wanting this?
Nearly everybody joked about playing doctor but this was taking it to an entirely new level.
While she waited, she looked around the examination room. A calendar advertising some type of pharmaceutical had been stuck to the cabinet door over the sink. A copy of an Impressionist painting hung on one wall. For all practical purposes, it looked like any other doctor’s office, from the industrial paper towel dispenser to the generic tile floor.
Two soft knocks sounded on the door before Darby opened it. At that moment, in Avery’s mind, Darby ceased to be Darby and transformed into Nurse Lovette.
“I see you’re here for a complete physical,” the nurse said. “Are you having any problems?”
Avery gulped. “No.”
Nurse Lovette put the chart she’d been carrying on the counter and then put the earpieces to her stethoscope in her ears. She dragged a blood-pressure cuff off its wall hanger. Avery offered her arm as the nurse slipped the cuff on, tightened it and then squeezed the pump. The nurse pressed the cold end of the stethoscope to the pulse point in the middle of Avery’s arm and listened as the cuff deflated.
“Your blood pressure is a little high this morning.”
Avery didn’t doubt that at all. This whole role-playing thing was becoming so realistic she nearly forgot it wasn’t an actual doctor’s appointment.
“Okay,” the nurse said as she returned the cuff to the holder. “Now I’m going to listen to your heart.”
Placing one hand on Avery’s back and slipping the other through the opening in the paper shirt, the nurse held the diaphragm of the scope over Avery’s heart.
Avery bit her bottom lip as the nurse’s hand moved slowly over her chest, raking her nipples, grazing them with her fingers. She wanted to arch into that hand, and just when her eyes were about to close, the hand moved away. Disappointment welled.
But was short-lived.
“Now I need you to lie down on your side so I can get an accurate temperature reading.”
Avery quivered as the nurse’s capable hands guided her down onto her side, facing the wall. “Pull your knees up,” the nurse instructed as she peeled the paper blanket away to expose Avery’s bottom half.
“I have a special thermometer,” the nurse said, her voice soothing as she opened one of the drawers in the base of the examining table. “It reaches deep to get the most accurate temperature reading. I’ll use the small one first.”
Avery felt intoxicated as she waited, listening to the sound of instruments moving around in the metal drawer. The nurse’s latex-gloved hand lifted one ass cheek and then Avery jolted when cool lubricant was spread around her opening. Soon afterward, something small and hard pressed against her, breaching the orifice and the sliding easily and deeply inside.
“Just relax,” the nurse said, holding the thermometer, letting her fingers tease against the sensitive strip of flesh between Avery’s pussy and ass.
The nurse’s free hand stroked her hair. “It’s okay, sweetie. Just a moment longer.”
Avery wanted to squeeze her thighs together and rock her bottom. The slightest movement would have sent her over the edge and she forced herself to lie still and breathe. A minute passed. Another. Avery’s heart pounded in her throat and then she felt the slick slide of the thermometer being removed. Her bottom ached for its return. Dampness gathered in her channel.
“Oh no. I’m afraid I didn’t get an accurate reading. I’ll have to use the bigger thermometer. Is that okay?” Nurse Lovette asked.
Oh fuck yes.
Instead, she squeaked, “Yes.”
“Just relax,” the nurse said. “I’m going to insert a nozzle to add some lubricant to your bottom.”
Avery tensed when the nozzle slid in but when thick lubricant began to fill her, she felt as if she were melting.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” the nurse asked as she removed the nozzle.
“Yes.”
“If I can’t get a good reading with this thermometer, I’ll need to use a dilator on you, to stretch your bottom so you can take the bigger thermometer.”
Avery wasn’t sure what a dilator was but she could certainly guess, and imagining having something big and thick inserted to stretch her hole aroused her tremendously. The tip of the bigger thermometer nudged her hole.
“You’re going to feel some pressure.”
Avery whimpered as the tapered tip slipped past her rim. The device reamed her as it slid in, wicked inch by wicked inch. She shook, fearing she couldn’t take it, grasping for the safe word that hung on the tip of her tongue.
Enough.
Her fingers clutched the edge of the table.
Enough.
“Almost in,” the nurse cooed. “Oh, that looks so pretty in your bottom.”
Avery’s eyes squeezed shut and all her sensation spiraled to that one spot. The cool, hard feel of the instrument filling her nether hole sent her senses spinning. It was thinner than any cock she’d ever had inside her and Avery willingly accepted the invasion, the pain-tinged pleasure, the stark sterility she craved of an inanimate object embedded within in her ass.
Her inner muscles relaxed into a heated throb around the thermometer. Her breathing slowed and deepened. Desire possessed her, demonic in its power. She blotted out the rational part of her that screamed this was a perversion, that such acts shouldn’t be so erotically arousing, and instead she
experienced
. Here she was, completely vulnerable, exposed and under the total control of Nurse Lovette. The way it had been set up, Avery could lose herself in the sensation of being commanded by a fully clothed authority figure whose rules she had to follow without question.
Here, her control evaporated and she was free to feel.
The nurse moved the thermometer in and out with measured slowness and Avery let out a broken sob as the slick device stroked her inner receptors.
“Do you need to come?” Nurse Lovette’s voice washed over her like a warm silk sheet.
Avery mewled an affirmative response and nodded. Nurse Lovette continued to fuck her bottom with the thermometer as fingers slipped through Avery’s saturated folds to find her clit. She gripped the table hard, pushing her hips back to accept everything. The fingers pressed and circled her swollen, needy flesh, sending an electric current of pleasure shooting through her body.
Without having to delve deep into lurid fantasies, Avery found release easier than she ever had. Her orgasm built and then budded, exploding through her loins. Her ass spasmed around the intruder and her clit jerked with each pleasurable detonation.
Only after the last tremor eddied away did the nurse slowly remove the thermometer. Avery remained in place as Nurse Lovette cleaned the excess lubricant from her bottom with a tissue. “I think we got an accurate reading that time,” she said. “Now, turn over on your back so I can do your breast exam.”
Pulse thudding, Avery positioned herself onto her back. Ever the professional, the nurse avoided direct eye contact as she removed and discarded her gloves, washed her hands and then returned to peel away the paper gown. Rather than expose one breast, the nurse bared both.
“Put your arms behind your head,” she instructed even as she helped Avery raise both arms.
Cool air teased across Avery’s breasts. Her nipples puckered and she resisted the need to arch into the small, capable hands that cupped and fondled her.
Her breasts had never been an erogenous zone. Her husbands might as well have been toying with her elbow. But lying here, uncovered, sent adrenaline rushing through her system. This was no typical breast exam. Nurse Lovette grasped both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to pluck and roll.
Avery’s breathing hitched. She wanted to writhe, to push her breasts fully into the expert hands plumping her tender flesh. The invisible tether between her nipples and her clit knotted and drew taut. Liquid oozed through her slit, trickling down to pool on the paper under her bottom. Avery closed her eyes and, for an instant, the setting slipped away until there was only Darby and her caressing touch. It felt so good to be touched this way by another woman that Avery found it liberating and comforting and wildly arousing in a way she’d never known with a man.
Darby’s energy
gave
and Avery absorbed it. She’d never realized how much she’d needed this. The focus centered completely on her, eradicating the distracting compulsion to concentrate on pleasing someone else.
Moans echoed off the stark wall and Avery realized the sounds came from her own lips. The fingers slipped off one nipple and then something warm and wet encircled it.
Darby’s mouth!
The initial shock quickly subsided. Avery wanted to thread her fingers into Darby’s hair and hold her head there but she didn’t dare move. Darby’s tongue darted around the areola, tasting, flicking. Her mouth sucked, drawing the nipple up, pulling hard until Avery let out a little gasp. Leaning over her, Darby then moved to the neglected nipple, giving it the same erotic attention.
Avery’s channel clenched. God, she was so fucking wet. Why had she never before sought to
cure
her kinky desires?
Darby’s head lifted and she gently closed the paper gown. Breathless, Avery stared.
More. Please don’t stop.
But her need for more vanished when Darby transformed into the nurse once more and began readying the stirrups. “I need to do your pelvic exam now. Put your feet in the stirrups and slide down to the end of the table.”
Chapter Two
Avery scooted down the table, knowing that with every inch, her knees rose higher and her thighs splayed. The paper drape over her legs grew taut and Nurse Lovette arranged it so Avery’s knees could drop open even wider.
She felt so exposed and so terribly vulnerable. But for the safe word, her control was nonexistent.
The nurse took a seat on a rolling stool and moved in between Avery’s legs, disappearing from view. Avery laced her fingers over abdomen, listening as a drawer rattled open.
“I’m going to have a look inside you and then I’ll perform a manual exam.” The nurse’s voice drifted from under the drape.
Avery bit her bottom lip as gloved fingers parted her folds so wide the stretch burned. Something smooth and cool pressed against her opening and slid easily inside. The fingers that had been stretching her open moved to her clit, and Avery let out a little cry when a thumb and forefinger clipped around the swollen bud and tugged.
A ragged breath left her lungs as the speculum inside her pussy ratcheted open, filling her full. The slick feel of an inanimate object prodding her sent trickles of pleasure pulsing through her body.
Fingers still latched onto Avery’s clit, the nurse eased the speculum out and then stood before thrusting two fingers deep in Avery’s pussy.
Avery inhaled sharply at the sudden, sweet invasion. Her eyes locked with the nurse’s and held as the fingers stroked sensitive inner tissue, awakening nerve endings and firing dopamine-laced pleasure waves through her body.
“Open your top. Show me your breasts,” the nurse commanded.
Everything inside Avery tightened to the snapping point as she drew open the paper covering.
“Squeeze your nipples.”
Yes.
This was what she’d wanted. To be dominated by someone clearly in control, to be forced to take the pleasure her body offered. Avery rolled both nipples between her thumbs and fingers, tugging and stretching them, pinching them. Her feet pushed against the stirrups until she could rock her hips in time with the thrusting fingers in her pussy.
The hint of a smile played on one corner of Darby’s mouth and then she sank onto her stool again. Avery continued to torment her own nipples as her concentration centered on what was happening under the drape. The fingers left her clit and in their place, something deliciously warm replaced them.
Long, low moans spilled from Avery’s mouth as Darby’s tongue flicked around the throbbing little pearl. Legs falling open impossibly wider, Avery jerked at the blissful sensations. Lips plucked at her flesh. Fingers explored. She’d never before been this intimate with a woman. She’d never before felt so…cherished. This kiss was something offered to her without any expectation of a return. It made her feel whole. Complete.
She’d been stripped bare and let loose to enjoy. Without warning, another orgasm slipped up on her, blindsided her and sent her reeling to the stars.
Avery cried out as rapture thundered through her body, its tendrils snaking and reaching deep. Soul deep.
Images flashed in her mind. Kissing Darby. Holding her. Pleasing her. Touching her between the legs. She suddenly wanted to do all those things to her nurse lover, to show her the pleasure she, Avery, felt.
But when the aftershocks abated, the nurse stood, removed her gloves and efficiently held out a hand to help Avery sit. Dazed from her experience, her head swam when she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the table.