One Hot Night (6 page)

“Well, there you
go then.”

Falling silent,
she thought about what he had said. It kind of made sense to her. But, on the
other hand, she wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t prefer to have simple, normal
urges instead of these crazy ones.

Dr. Franklin wiped
his hands on a piece of paper towel and took a seat on the stool in front of
her, bringing them to eye level since she was still on her hands and knees on
the exam table.

“Would you like to
continue or do you think you want to stop for now?”

Jennifer thought
about it for a moment. “Well, you did go through all that trouble to stretch me
and all that,” she said, not really sure what she should do.

“Don’t worry about
that. Decide what’s best for you right now. I’m your doctor and will care for
my patient in whatever way is best for her.”

She really did
feel like she needed a break. There was so much to think about and mull over.
Her body was on overload right now, and as much as she wanted to see what else he
would do to her, she thought she needed to process what they had done already
before moving further.

“I think I’d like
to stop now,” she said with slight hesitation in her voice.

He smiled. “I
agree. I think it’s a good idea. Why don’t we meet again in three days at my
office? I’m not too far from here, just over on Williams St.”

“That sounds
great.”

“Good. I think an
evening appointment would be best. I’m assuming you do not want any nurses
present? If you do, we can certainly accommodate that.”

Startled, she
asked, “You could? Wouldn’t that be...well...weird?”

“Absolutely not.
Whatever you need we can take care of,” he said assuredly.

She considered it
for a moment, but decided she wanted to continue with just him.

“No nurse.”

“Okay. Six o’clock
on Wednesday then. My office will call you to confirm that morning. I’m going
to go on out while you get dressed. If you have any final questions, we can go
over them before you head out.”

Jennifer adjusted
her position so she was kneeling and had her hands clasped between her legs
with her butt resting on her ankles.

“Thank you. You’ve
been wonderful, Doctor Franklin.”

“I’m glad I could
help,” he said, giving her another warm smile before heading from the room.

Jennifer realized
they’d never done her pap smear or the rest of the exam. Smiling, she decided
such boring things could wait until another time.

~**~

That night, she
had kind of expected to dream of Dr. Franklin and his unorthodox examination.
Instead, her dream took on an entirely different turn.

She was in a medical
office again, but the lighting was all wrong and instead of an exam table,
there was a bed. Standing beside the bed was a nurse, but not a real nurse. She
was obviously in a fetish type costume. The white skirt ended barely under her
ass and was made of white latex. The top part looked more like a corset than a
uniform, and the nurse’s beautiful breasts were pushed up high. She had fake
nursing shoes with five inch heels.

“Well, don’t keep
me waiting. Get on the bed. I have to prepare you, and I don’t have all day.”

Jennifer got on
the bed, lying on her back. Stirrups magically appeared and she put her feet
into them.

Once she was in
place, the nurse was suddenly holding a very long, thick glass rod with numbers
written on it.

“What’s that?” Jennifer
asked.

“Shut up. I need
to take your temperature, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

Jennifer stopped
talking. Abruptly, the nurse shoved the overly large thermometer into Jennifer’s
ass. She moaned, and it echoed strangely in the room.

“Silence!” the
nurse screeched. Then she took blood pressure cuffs and put them around Jennifer’s
wrists and ankles. Using the tubing connected to the air bulb on each cuff, the
nurse tied her to the bed posts. Then she walked around the bed and pumped air
into the cuffs.

“You stupid bitch.
Your blood pressure is too high. Now I have to relieve it.”

The nurse took a
long, wand type vibrator and placed it against Jennifer’s pussy. She held it
there until Jennifer was screaming from the force of the orgasm the nurse had
wrung from her. But the nurse didn’t remove the wand, and what had felt amazing
only a moment before, quickly turned into pure torture.

“Please, stop!” Jennifer
screamed. “I can’t take anymore!”

The nurse had been
filing her nails and gave Jennifer a dirty look. “Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ll
remove it when I’m ready. And stop your screaming or I’ll leave.”

Jennifer
whimpered, but somehow managed to stop from screaming out again. It took a bit,
but thankfully the vibrator started to feel pleasurable again. Shortly, she was
having her second orgasm. This one lasted longer than the other, but, like
before, quickly turned painful when the vibrator wasn’t removed.

“Please?” Jennifer
begged. “Please!”

“You’re blood
pressure better be okay,” the nurse said.

Suddenly, like
dreams do, things changed. Now the nurse was straddling Jennifer, her pussy
hovering right over Jennifer’s mouth.

“You have to take
all your medicine, every little bit. You keep licking until I say you’ve had
enough. Don’t you dare stop, or we have to start all over.”

Gulping, Jennifer
looked at the perfectly smooth pussy over her face. It was pink and pretty, but
she’d never been attracted to girls.

Then, out of
nowhere, the doctor appeared. He wore black slacks and a white lab coat, but
nothing underneath the coat. His chest was chiseled and tanned, with
well-defined abs. A dusting of black hair led to a happy trail disappearing
into his pants.

“Jennifer?” he
said in a firm tone. “You’re not making things difficult for my nurse, are
you?”

“No, Doctor. I
promise I’m not.” She could barely speak without her lips touching the woman’s
pussy.

“Good girl. You do
everything she says, and you’ll get something nice and hard to lick when you’re
done.”

“Okay,” she said.

Just when she was
about to start licking the nurse’s pussy, Jennifer woke up. She was sweaty and
her hand was buried between her legs under the sheets.

Trying to continue
the strange fantasy in her head, she fingered her clit while thinking of
licking another woman’s pussy. She couldn’t make it work though and gave it up.
She finally fell asleep only an hour before the alarm went off.

The days seemed to
crawl while she waited for her follow up appointment. She kept having the weird
dreams and had finally managed to come after one particularly arousing one
where a man was evaluating her as a possible sex-slave. He had beaten her with
a crop, tied her up, and fucked her ass while a vibrating dildo hummed inside
her pussy, making her legs jolt and tingle.

On the day of her
appointment, she prepared carefully with a long, cleansing shower. Her pussy
was completely bare and smooth and her long hair in a tight braid slinking down
her back. She wore a summery mini-dress that ended at her upper thighs and had
a strapless halter top.

When she walked
into the waiting room, she thought for a moment that she had the time wrong.
The office was deserted and filled with a strange stillness only an empty
office has.

The doctor came
out from the back, smiling at Jennifer.

“There she is,” he
said warmly, coming to her and taking her hands in his. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” she
said, suddenly very shy. He was just so fucking good looking. His clothes were
business casual, khaki pants and a button down shirt. But they fit him perfectly
and showed off his awesome physique. The top buttons were undone on the shirt,
and she could see part of the chest she had dreamed of.

“Why don’t you
come on back? Everyone else has gone home so we have the place to ourselves.”

Jennifer followed
behind him, nervously biting her lower lip. He led her into an exam room much
nicer than the ones at Dr. Granger’s office. The pictures on the walls looked
to be originals and there was a window with a view of a lovely flower garden.
Instead of a regular stainless steel sink, his was a more decorative porcelain
bowl on top of an antique looking cupboard. The best thing was the temperature;
it was a good five degrees warmer than Dr. Granger’s office.

“You have a really
nice office,” she said shyly.

“Thank you. I feel
it’s important to make the patient as comfortable as possible. Little homey
touches like these,” he said, gesturing to the paintings and fixtures, “help
put a person at ease. Invariably, it makes the appointment go smoother and we
accomplish much more.”

Smiling, Jennifer
nodded in agreement.

“So, have you had
any more dreams since our last appointment?” he asked, sitting down and opening
her file, ready to take notes.

She rolled her
eyes. “So many! And even more graphic than before.”

“And did they all
have the same theme? Domination and degradation?”

Blushing, she
nodded. “Yes. They all included those things.”

He gave her an
encouraging smile. “Good. Consistency is always helpful. Now, how did you feel
when you’d wake up after?”

Feeling her face
heat up even more, she answered. “Uhm, aroused. Confused. Lonely.”

“Lonely?
Interesting,” he said. “In what way?”

“Well, I guess I
just kind of wished there was someone in real life who could make me feel like
the dreams do. Someone who’d know how to do those things safely but still give
me the experience. Like you did with the...uhm...anal sex?”

Dr. Franklin
winked at her. “Anal training would be the more technical term. But, yes, I do
understand what you mean.”

“And,” she added,
rushing ahead, “it seems like it was already hard enough to find a man I could
enjoy being with. All this weirdness is just going to make it that much
harder.”

“Or, now that you
have better knowledge about what you need, maybe it could be easier?” he
suggested.

“I guess I’m still
not entirely confident this is the real me. It’s so hard to believe this is my
life now. Like I’ve been told I have a chronic disease or something.”

“Well, that’s why
you’re here. We can do some more testing and come to a conclusive result. But,
I assure you, either way, your sexuality is not a disease. And you are very
brave taking steps many people refuse to even consider and who end up going
through their entire lives depressed and unsatisfied. Be proud of who you are
and what you’re doing.”

Feeling a bit
calmer, she smiled at him, very grateful he was the one helping her with all of
this.

“Okay, I’m going
to go out and let you get undressed. Take off everything you feel comfortable
removing. There’s a robe behind the door. Knock twice when you’re all set.”

After last week
there really wasn’t anything she felt she needed to conceal, especially after
her careful preparations that morning. She took off her dress and underwear
before slipping into the soft, cotton robe provided. Taking a deep breath, she
knocked on the door.

When he came in, she
had gotten on the exam table and was sitting with her hands tucked between her
legs and her ankles crossed. She felt shy, but excited as well and wondered
what the exam would bring.

Dr. Franklin sat
on the rolling stool and moved it closer. Gently he placed his hands on her
knees and coaxed her into separating her legs. When she pulled them apart, he
moved the robe out of his way, exposing her pussy completely. Next, he inserted
his finger into her pussy and probed around the soft opening.