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Used at the Doctor’s Clinic
Copyright 2016 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.
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I felt her hot breath on my body, which was just one of a dozen sensations that my brain was struggling to deal with. It felt like every nerve on my body was on fire, which was clearly the point of the entire exercise. I tried to move my arms out of reflex, just to touch myself, but my arms weren’t going anywhere. They had been secured to the bed long before most of this had started.
“Begin with the vaginal insertion now” the doctor said, and I knew things were going to get worse before they got better.
My eyes were half open and I could see them standing around the bed watching as Karen continued to manipulate me. There were six of them – six sets of eyes all fixed on me as my body writhed on the bed. I had started out humiliated at the thought of being on display, but now I didn’t care. I just wanted the orgasm to come.
I felt the tugging at my ass as she continued to touch me there. It was a momentary distraction until I felt the big, rubber device at the entrance to my wet pussy. I knew she wasn’t going to insert it quickly though, because that was what I wanted. She started to, and then moved it teasingly around my lips, making me want it even more. My body flexed against the ropes again and I felt them leaning in for a closer look.
It was my own choice to be in the position I was in now, I knew that. It was a terrific opportunity for me, and would potentially be the beginning of a lucrative career. That was the thing I kept telling myself, trying desperately to get my mind off her teasing fingers. And then she started pushing it in and my head began to spin.
“Your resume is impressive” he said, “But it’s not without its concerns.”
I looked at Dr. Foster from across his desk as he studied my resume, and I knew what he meant. I had done ok in nursing school, but not great. He had asked for copies of transcripts, and I knew that was what he was perusing now. He was looking at the things that would likely keep me from getting the best jobs on the market for girls like me.
“I was working numerous jobs in the last two years to try to pay for school, so unfortunately my grades slipped a bit” I told him, and I watched him nod his head while not removing his eyes from the paper in his hand.