Sex Practice (40 page)

"Really?" she
gasped as he slipped two more fingers into her tightening lust
hole.

"Oh, yes - I've come across many an overdeveloped clitoris in
my time."
Spunked over dozens of
clitorises
. "What happens is, the
abnormally numerous clitoral messages confuse the brain, leading to
rampant and completely uncontrollable psychological sexual arousal
resulting in a perpetual physical craving for orgasm."

"Oh, I see - I
think! Is my G-spot OK?"

"Yes,
perfectly. Right, now for that small but very important organ, your
clitoris," he smiled, taking the vibrator from the shelf. "I'm
going to stimulate your clitoris with the clitoral massager and
piston my fingers in and out of your vaginal canal to determine
your sexual response."

"You're going
to use a vibrator on me?" she gasped, surprised.

"Well, it's
listed in the gynaecological instruments catalogue as a clitoral
massager but, seeing as it vibrates, I suppose you could call it a
vibrator."

"Do you
usually use a vibrator on your clients' clitorises?"

"Oh, no, I only use it when I need to determine clitoral
response."
When I want to juice up their
cunts before I fuck them
.

"How many
women do you examine each day?"

"It depends -
sometimes one, sometimes ten."

"You enjoy
your work, do you?"

"It's just a job, Holly - just a job. Someone has to do it,
and that someone's me."
Why all these
bloody questions?

Switching the
vibrator on, Larry pressed the buzzing tip against the girl's
already swollen sex nodule, grinning as she immediately responded
by emitting low moans of pleasure. Thrusting his fingers in and out
of her wettening vaginal sheath as she arched her back, he realized
that she was quickly nearing her climax. The more he made her come,
the more sex she'd want, he mused, his penis now painful within his
trousers.

"Ah, God!"
Holly cried, her head tossing from side to side, her golden locks
veiling her flushed face as her orgasm welled within her womb.
"It's... it's heavenly!"

"You're
responding very well," Larry praised his gullible client, gazing at
her areolae darkening in her arousal, her nipples becoming hard and
erect.

"I'm... I'm
coming! Oh, God, I'm coming already!"

"It's the
vibrator... I mean, the clitoral massager. It's designed to..."

"Ah! Yes, yes!
God, I'm... I'm there!"

Her naked body
shaking violently, her mouth open, gasping, she screamed as her
orgasm gripped her, sending electrifying pulses of sex through her
perspiring flesh. The vibrator sustaining her incredible pleasure,
the orgasmic shockwaves rolled through her curvaceous body, taking
her ever higher to her sexual paradise. His thrusting fingers
drenched with her girl-come, Larry held the vibrator against her
pulsating clitoris, gazing in awe at her inflamed outer lips as
they reddened and swelled to an incredible size. She really was a
nymphomaniac, he mused happily as she sang out in her coming.

"Oh, God!
Please, no more!" she begged, her knuckles whitening as she gripped
the sides of the couch. "Please, please, no more!"

"You did very
well," Larry smiled, moving the vibrator away from her aching
clitoris as she propped her exhausted body up on her elbows.

"That was
beautiful!" she gasped, her pretty face flushed. "God, I came so
quickly! I've never come as quick as that before! What are you
going to do to me next?"

"I'll examine
your breasts next."

"While you're
down that end of my body, perhaps you should examine my bottom?"
she grinned, seductively licking her succulent red lips.

Frowning as he
slipped his fingers out of her drenched love duct and switched the
vibrator off, Larry thought again about the girl's familiar looks.
Suggesting that he examine her bottom set alarm bells ringing in
his mind - but his insatiable craving to lust over girls' naked
bodies would get the better of him, he knew!

She was more
than overly eager to be examined, he reflected as she rolled onto
her stomach and lay with her long legs wide open. Was this a set
up? She turned her head and flashed him a salacious grin. Who was
she?

"I've just got
to nip into my consulting room, I won't be a minute," he said,
eyeing her curvaceous taut buttocks, her vaginal fissure nestling
between her parted shapely thighs - her outer pussy lips swollen,
wet with cunt milk, succulent. Walking into the hall, his suspicion
rising, Larry left the building and checked the car park again.
Nothing, he mused, rubbing his chin as he walked round the
building. No DI Clarke, no Monica... nothing.

Closing and
locking the main door, he became confused. Brigit had said that
Holly had been laughing with Monica, as if they were old friends,
and yet... he couldn't let an opportunity like this slip through
his fingers.

Back in the
bondage room he decided to go for it, to use the girl's naked body
to satisfy his ever-rampant craving for sex - despite the
consequences.

"OK, I might
as well check your anal canal," he said, taking the jar of honey
from the shelf and parting her firm buttocks. "You might well have
an anal tract problem causing you to become dangerously sexually
aroused."

"That doesn't
follow!" she replied, turning her pretty face and gazing into his
deep-set eyes.

"It's very
common in lesbian nymphomaniacs. You see, the anal sphincter
muscles spasm, sending impulses to the clitoris, causing the
erectile orgasm to swell and year for the relief that orgasm
brings."

"Oh, right,"
she murmured, resting her head on the padded couch.

Pouring a good
quantity of the golden honey over her tightly closed bottom-hole,
he imagined his penis penetrating her there, bloating her tight
rectal duct as he drove his knob deep into the very core of her
body. Had she ever had her bum fucked? One thing was for sure - she
wouldn't leave the bondage room until he'd taken her anal
virginity!

"Oh, what's
that?" she asked in surprise as the thick liquid ran down her anal
valley to her bulging sex lips.

"It's called
Honeylube. It's a special lubricant I use for anal examinations,"
he replied, replacing the honey jar and taking the largest candle
from the shelf. "Have you ever had a rear-end... I mean, an anal
examination before?"

"No, no
never."

"OK, I'm going
to insert my rectal dilator into your bottom, Holly. It might hurt
a little, but it has to be done."

"You must do
whatever's necessary, Doctor - I'm completely in your hands."

Completely at my mercy
.

Stretching her
rounded buttocks wide apart, exposing her small brown hole, Larry
pressed the pointed end of the candle against her anal ring,
grinning wickedly as the wax piston glided into her tight rectal
cylinder. Gasping as her bottom-hole progressively yielded to the
tapering shaft, Holly parted her legs further, projecting her
buttocks, offering the very sexual core of her body to the wicked
doctor. Wondering whether the time had come to lash her naked body
to the couch with rope and fuck her tight arse hole, Larry thought
again about the girl's familiar looks, sure that he knew her from
somewhere.

"God, that
feels heavenly!" Holly gasped as Larry pushed the candle
fully-home, her delicate brown tissue surrounding her hole opening
to at least two and a half inches. "I'm sure you don't do this to
all the girls you examine!"

"This is the
recommended method of examining anal canals," he replied. "Right,
while the dilator is doing its job, I'll massage your vaginal walls
to relax your muscles and we'll continue our discussion."

"Oh, oh!" she
trilled as he drove four fingers into her hot lust duct and kneaded
her sex-drenched inner flesh. "Oh, that's... that's nice!"

"I'm only
doing this to relax your vaginal muscles, Holly. Tell me, when did
you first discover masturbation?"

"I began
masturbating when I was younger."

That's a lie; she said the first time was three weeks
ago
. "How did you discover the fine art of
female masturbation?"

"I was in the
bath when... I was rubbing the soap between my legs, between my
vaginal lips, and it felt really good. I lay on my back in the hot
water with my feet resting on the edges of the bath and kept
rubbing. Suddenly, I shuddered and my whole body became alive and -
wow! I masturbated every day after that - I have done ever since.
Oh, that's nice, keep rubbing inside me."

She was lying.
What was she up to? "Have you ever had a lesbian relationship?" he
asked unashamedly, gently twisting the candle, massaging her
velveteen anal flesh.

"Yes, with a
girl I knew at school. We were in my bedroom one weekend, just
playing around - and she kissed me."

"And then what
happened?"

"She pushed
her tongue into my mouth and it made me feel really sexy."

"Was this
after you'd discovered masturbation?"

"Yes. She
lifted my skirt and slipped her hand down the front of my knickers
and masturbated me. God, did I come!"

"Did you
masturbate her?"

"Oh, yes, I
did. We got completely carried away and licked each other's
clitties. We ended up naked on the bed doing anything and
everything to each other."

"Did you enjoy
sex with her on a regular basis?"

"Yes, most
weekends until we left school - then I lost touch with her."

"You've not
had a lesbian relationship since?"

"No, but I've
often thought I'd like to."

Slipping his
fingers out of her rhythmically tightening sex sheath, Larry took a
several lengths of rope from the shelf. She'd described herself as
not particularly sexual before her sudden transformation into a
nymphomaniac, he reflected - and now she'd revealed that she
regularly masturbated and she'd often thought she'd like a lesbian
relationship. There was something very strange going on, he
concluded. She was either a genuine nymphomaniac, or the bait for
the trap - but which? If this was a trap, then Larry had taken the
bait, so why wasn't DI Clarke reeling him in? Trap or not, his
penis yearning for the welcoming heat of her wet cunt, the time had
come to begin...

"OK, I'm going
to massage your feet to check your anal reaction."

"Anal
reaction? How will massaging my feet..."

"It's
reflexology, Holly," he replied, tying lengths of rope to her
ankles. "You see, particular points on the feet correspond to
certain parts of the body. Your big toes correspond to your
nipples, your little toes to your vaginal lips, your heals to your
clitoris, your insteps to your anal canal... there, that's it!" he
grinned, securing the ropes to the legs of the couch.

"Oh! You've
tied me down!" she cried, turning her head and trying to lift her
naked body.

"It's all part
of the examination," he reassured her. "Lie flat and stretch your
arms out so I can secure your wrists."

"But..."

"Holly, you do
want me to help you, don't you?"

"Well, yes,
but... I've never heard of a doctor tying his patients down
before!"

"It's a new
method recently devised by the BMA," he replied, stretching her
arms out and tying her wrists to the couch legs. "They not only
highly recommend it, but they supply the ropes free of charge.
There, now you're ready for the real examination."

"Real examination? What do you mean,
real?
"

"You're ready
to have my knob examine your cervix!" he chuckled. "You'd like my
big cock stuffed up your hot, wet cunt, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, God,
yes!" she breathed, much to Larry's surprise. "Really give it to
me!"

This was
definitely a set up, he thought fearfully. He knew he should send
her packing before the storm broke. But, his penis thirsty for her
wet sex hole, his heavy balls rolling, his lechery outweighed his
better judgement. Eyeing the candle emerging between her taut,
unblemished bottom cheeks, he decided that a good thrashing was in
order. Taking the cane from the shelf, he raised his arm, bringing
the thin bamboo down with a loud crack across her twitching
buttocks.

"Argh!" she
screamed, trying to struggle free of her bonds. "No, please, what
are you doing?"

"Caning your
beautiful bum," he laughed, striking her tensed buttocks again.

"No, you can't
do this!"

"I can and I
am. There's nothing I like better than thrashing girls'
bottoms."

Chuckling as
thin pink weals began to fan out across her twitching flesh, Larry
brought the cane down again and again, delighting at her cries.
With no one around, no chance of Monica hammering on the door and
demanding to know what was going on, Larry was in his element.

"Oh, oh!
Please, that's enough!" she whimpered, her naked body squirming
beneath the cane. "Ah, God, my bum!"

"Your bum's
lovely, Holly! I'll fuck your hot bum-hole after I've thrashed
you!"

"Ah! Oh,
please, please!"

"Ah, you're
begging for more! Yes, I like that!"

Continuing the
merciless thrashing, her buttocks turning bright scarlet, Larry
brought the cane down again and again. Spurred on by her incessant
screaming as the candle shot out of her contracting anal sheath and
flew across the room, he thrashed the backs of her legs. Almost
incoherent words of sexual pleasure bubbling from her pretty mouth,
she began to emit low moans of satisfaction.

"Ah, so you do
like it!" Larry grinned, thrashing the soft skin of her legs just
below her burning bottom orbs.

"My bum, do my
bum again!" she breathed. "Ah, yes! Harder, cane me harder! God,
I'm... I'm coming!"