Appointment #10

Emma sat in the chair, waiting for LT to arrive. She was wearing the romper again, and felt it better to explain and “apologize “ for the clothing choice before taking it off.

That morning she worked up the nerve to wear the romper without a bra. It was easier to commit to the outfit at home, and then act like she had no other choice but to take the whole thing off for the procedure.

“Good afternoon, 28.” LT said, closing the door.

“Good afternoon, LT.” Emma replied. “I made it to my last appointment.” She smiled, quite pleased with herself.

“Yes you did. Congratulations.” LT answered. “And thank you for helping to complete the clinical study. Not everyone makes it to the end.” He picked up the clipboard and ran through the usual questions. Emma answered them as she always did. While they talked Emma’s mind wandered, imagining the look of suprise LT would experience when the romper came off and he discovered she was not wearing a bra. In the Doctor vs Patient dynamic, he was fully in charge. But in the frisky woman vs professionally responsible man dynamic, she held all the cards.

“OK. That’s the end of the questions.” LT said putting down the clipboard. “I guess we are ready to begin.”

Emma stood and put her hands to the top button on the front of her romper. “Sorry, I forgot again.” She said referencing her outfit.

“That’s OK.” LT gestured to the shelf with folded gowns. “Would you like a ..”

Emma interrupted him before he could finish. “Nah, I think we’re past using those things.”

“No worries.” LT said watching her undo the first button. “Oh, I almost forgot one more thing. Would you like me to call a… chaperone?”

Emma almost laughed at the idea, then remembered about that hot guy who had come in a few weeks ago. “Not unless it’s the…” she paused, not really sure how best to admit that she would only want a chaperone if it was the hot guy.

LT smiled at her. “Yes.” He said. “It is.”

Emma’s heart skipped a beat, and then started racing. LT knew what she wanted. She had planned to get naked in front of LT. Could she also handle being naked in front of the hot guy?

Without letting herself think too much, she answered quickly. “Yes, please.”

She immediately questioned if she had sounded too enthusiastic. LT gave a knowing smirk and nod of appreciation. He pressed a button on the intercom. Emma paused after the one button, not sure what the proper sequence of events should be. What if he arrives while she is undressing? A second later the decision was made for her. The door opened and in walked the hot guy, almost as if he had been waiting right there in the hall. He exchanged a knowing smile with LT, and then they both turned to look at Emma.

In normal medical appointments, the patient is allowed to undress in private. Or at the very least, the doctor turns their back. Emma’s behavior over the past few weeks made it clear to LT that she did not view these as normal appointments.

Emma glanced back and forth from looking at them to looking at the button she was unfastening. She didn’t need to look at the buttons, but maintaining eye contact with them the whole time made it feel more like a strip tease than she was ready to admit. She peeled the top portion off her shoulders and dropped it to her waist, exposing her bare breasts to the two men. Her nipples were already hard, and she could feel that warm glow between her legs. She had no idea how much of her wildest fantasy was about to unfold, but the butterflies in her stomach were very excited. She pushed the jumper down over her hips and stepped out of it. The red lace panties she had grabbed that morning on a whim, now looked like a very provocative choice.

She turned and dropped the jumper in a crumpled pile onto the chair. With her back to them, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down. She felt certain they were both focused on the narrow strip of fabric as it was dragged down, slowly pulling free from her butt crack. She stepped out of them, one leg at a time, and draped them on top of the jumper with the damp gusset facing up. Her excited anticipation was no longer a secret. She instinctively covered her pubic area with one hand, but her middle finger curled a bit farther and deeper, finding its home over the top of her clit. She pressed, and then turned around. She caught them both lifting their eyes back up to meet hers. She took a deep breath.

“OK. Let’s do this.” She said.

She got in a few more moments of subtly touching herself while LT put on his gloves and adjusted the light. She ran her eyes up and down the hot guy. He was even better than she had remembered. While normally clean shaven, he was sporting day old scruff on his well defined jaw line today. It added nicely to his rugged physique. He stood with his arms behind him, but the little peeks of bare skin just below his scrub sleeves gave away the power in his limbs. He could probably lift her off the floor without a second thought, or maybe hold her down.

When LT was ready, Emma hopped up on the table. One at a time she swung her legs up onto the table, making sure that the hot guy was in the middle of her arc. He would get to see even more in a few moments, but she wanted to personally give him a little appetizer.

She stretched out, placed her head back on the table, and ran her palms over her tummy. It was time to begin.

As LT placed his open palm to her bush, she slid her open palms up her torso, until she held a breast in each hand. An outsider might have thought she was covering herself in modesty. However, as LT swayed her bush to one side, Emma began to squeeze, digging her fingers into her soft flesh. LT selected the first hair and pulled slowly. Emma matched the pull by rolling her pelvis up, drawing out the process. Slowly the sting ran up the scale. Emma squeezed, and emitted a strained moan. As the hair broke free she brought her tight fingers up until they slipped off the tips of her nipples.

She breathed heavily in relief, and reset her hands on her breasts. This time she closed her fingers into fists so that she could grab each nipple between her first finger and thumb. She rolled her nipples back and forth waiting for the selection of the second hair. As she felt LT grab hold of it and begin to pull, Emma squeezed her nipples to match the pain. She slowly rolled her wrists. Keeping the heel of her fists pressed against her breast, but lifting and extending her nipples up towards the ceiling. It was both exciting and uncomfortable. She hoped the hot guy was watching her and enjoying the show. She timed her pinch pulling off her nipples as the hair broke free of her skin. Her moan finished off with a touch of squeal.

LT placed the hair in the container, closed the lid, and returned to focus on the other side. Emma rolled her nipples as she waited. It seemed like LT might be taking a little longer than usual between hairs. Was it just her imagination, or her excitement? She glanced sideways to check on the hot guy. He was focused on her breasts, just like she was hoping. She noted his arms were still behind his back. She wondered how long he could last before needing to adjust his growing bulge. She watched him as he watched her roller her nipples back and forth.

Emma repeated the nipple squeeze and pull during hair number 3. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. The sting of the hair pulling from her pubic area complimented the ache in her nipples. It was amazing how those two feelings swirled around inside her, blending into a feverish buzz.

As she rolled her pelvis up, she felt LT pushing back against her. The pressure was good, but she wished he was pressing a bit lower. She rocked her pelvis and raised her clit, trying to push it against his hand.

Along with LT’s pressing, she imagined the hot guy stepping up to her and taking over the job of tormenting her nipples. She imagined his large hands, warm, fully encompassing her breasts, and then forcing closed on her tender flesh. He was strong, and a little bit rough, taking her just beyond her own comfort level. He would treat them exactly how he wanted, regardless of how much she gasped through her clenched teeth.

He understood her arousal triggers, and pulled at her nipples, toying and teasing her. She was at his mercy, the way a marionette dances into a frenzy when their strings are pulled in just the right rhythms.

The clunk of the stirrups being pulled into position brought Emma back into focus. She had been so absorbed in her imagination and had lost track of the count. She caught her breath and then scooted down on the table, eager for more. There was no time to be embarrassed, she wanted to keep the energy building. She worked her ass generously off the edge, pulling her knees way back and landed her feet in the stirrups. The supports under her calves allowed her to roll her legs out wide. She felt the stretch of her inner thighs pulling her labia open, and the cool room air now washing over her wet inner folds.

Her last glance towards them confirmed LT and the hot guy were both within her intimate field of view. She melted back into the table, offering up this unobstructed access. It felt good to give up control. It was now their turn. She needed to be touched.

She lay there on her back, facing the ceiling with her eyes closed. She waited for LT to press his hand against her. He was definitely taking his time. She assumed the two men were admiring her vulva, and exchanging looks of depravity. She didn’t look up to check. She wanted them to take alll the time they wanted. She returned her hands to her breasts and resumed the self-groping.

Eventually she felt LT place his hand on her vulva and sway all the hair to one side. She rocked up to meet him, providing some resistance to his push. She also slid one hand down her stomach, slowly feeling the tense muscles in her abdomen as she passed over them. She combed through her bush and lifted her finger tips to rest on top of LT’s finger tips. They were directly over her clit, just where she wanted him. She pressed down, mushing his gloved fingers on and around her swollen nub. She wiggled them side to side just enough to push her clit around the way she liked it. She settled into a pattern, causing LT to rub her clit in small circles. Her pressure made it clear he had no other choice but to comply.

Emma crossed her other hand over to the far breast, her biceps helping to squeeze them together. Her thumb and first finger honed in on her nipple, rolling and pinching it in anticipation. As LT began to pull hair number five Emma increased her pinching and twisting, staying one step ahead of him on the pain scale.

During her first few appointments the hair pull had been the primary physical sensation. She had interpreted it as pain in a bad way. Now that she was participating, and making the nipple pinch more intense than the hair, the combined sensations were spiking her pleasure receptors in the most exciting way. She couldn’t avoid the pain, but she could overwhelm it with pleasure and ride the blended wave.

As LT pulled hair number 6, Emma imagined the hot guy standing over her, one hand on her clit and the other on her breast. He played her body like a musical instrument. One hand keeping a slow steady rhythm rubbing her clit, building her internal tension along a consistent and focused path. The other hand played the melody, delivering rough swells and sharp accents to her chest, highlighting the stings, and teasing her with sudden distractions.

As LT selected hair number 7, Emma imagined the hot guy leaning down, and taking her other nipple in his mouth. His tongue was warm and broad, running around and around her proud nipple. His lips open wide, engulfing her entire areola plus more. His suction pulling so much of her flesh deep into his mouth, further engorging her sensitive tissues, and drawing an ache from deep inside her glands.

She increased the speed and pressure of her rubbing, making it clear to LT that it felt good, on its way to great. She was getting close to cumming, and she didn’t want to stop. Hair number 8 popped free, surging her levels a step higher. She was on the edge, she wanted these two men to push her past her tipping point. She wanted them to make it happen.

LT withdrew his hand, interrupting her steady progress. Emma pressed her clit hard, trying to hold onto the feelings, but the storm receded just out of reach. She sighed in frustration, deprived of what she wanted. She opened her eyes and took stock of the situation. She was still on her back with her legs up and spread, in what most people would describe as a “please fuck me” position. The hot guy was still standing at the door, but his hands were now together in front of him, hiding his unavoidable erection. She knew he was hard.

After a moment to collect herself, she lifted her legs and inched her way back up the crinkly paper. LT put away the stirrups and adjusted the light. Emma made the awkward transition from being on her back to being on her knees. She moved a little slower than usual, as if putting on a show. The two men watched as she deliberately maneuvered each limb into position. She had been practicing, and knew exactly where she was going.

Emma’s toes hung off the end of the table. Her knees were as far apart as they could be. She walked her hands down, first to her elbows, and then down to where her shoulders and side of her face were on the table. Her arms and palms were stretched out flat. She was utterly defenseless, inviting them to cross the line. This was not a medical position, but a pose from some depraved porno. She rolled her hips back as far as she could, aiming her holes to the sky.

She felt her nipples lightly grazing the paper each time she breathed. She moved one arm underneath herself, and returned her fingers to her clit. This allowed her to look sideways at the hot guy while she rubbed her clit. She resumed the steady rhythm that had brought her this far. She watched as the hot guy discretely adjusted his swelling condition. She was turned on, and so was he. It only made sense for him to take her as he so desperately wanted.

LT placed his hand on her butt cheek and pulled her crack open a little more. She knew he could now see both her holes, and he could just help himself to either one, anytime he wanted. Or maybe he would hold her open while the hot guy stepped up behind her. His erection would be exposed, bouncing out in front of him, leading the way to her hungry body like a divining rod seeking moisture.

To match the slow pull of hair number 9, Emma sped up her finger work. She no longer had her nipples in hand, so she had to overpower the sting with more vigorous masturbation. She was pushing her clit to respond faster than it could. The intensity and fervor of her stroking masked the pain, and pushed her arousal back in the right direction.

Emma closed her eyes and imagined the hot guy stepping up behind her. He would grab her hips with his strong hands, holding her firmly in place as he looked down at her two waiting holes. Which one would he pick? Then LT reached out with his gloved hand, grabbed the hot guys cock, and guided the tip into her moist folds. The hot guy pushed only the head into her, giving her a hint of what was yet to come. Then pulled it back out and pushed in again. Over and over, just the head, teasing her opening, letting her acclimate to his size. LT kept his fingers wrapped around the hot guy’s shaft, maintaining alignment for these short strokes in and out.

As hair number 10 reached the breaking point, the hot guy plunged his cock all the way into her. He pulled her hips against him, sinking his full shaft into her passage. She felt his warm skin against the back of her thighs, and the heat from his cock inside her. She felt him grinding his hips against her, stirring the tip at her depths. He was fully inside her, occupying all the space he wanted. The stirring was small at first, and then it grew larger. He worked his way up to slow steady strokes that demonstrated the full length of his tool.

Each time he pulled back, LT reached in and encircled the hot guy's shaft. Emma’s own juices, which coated the cock, now lubricated LT’s glove. It was like an extension of her pussy. The hot guy was fucking both LT’s grip, as well as her cunt. It was a team event.

Then Emma imagined LT sliding a gloved finger down her butt crack until it came to rest on her sphincter. He worked small circles around the opening as it relaxed, welcoming him in farther. He gently pushed just the tip in, wiggled it a bit to gauge her resistance, and then slid the entire finger inside. They were now both inside her, filling both her holes. She was just a vessel at this point, a host who had been invaded by two men, going wherever they wanted to go.

She rubbed her clit with determination, so close to coming she didn’t want to stop. She imagined LT holding the hot guys cock on the out-stroke. Then on the in-stroke, LT’s finger in her ass could feel the fullness inside. He could feel the cock sliding through her, just a membrane away. The walls of her vagina expanded and pushed around inside her with each thrust, accommodating his forceful presence. Similar to the way she felt the cock come and go, LT could feel the impressive strength of the hot guy’s tool on both the outside and on the inside. Over and over she felt him push all the way in and then withdraw all the way out. It was a complete full fucking with every stroke, taking up space inside her, and then leaving her wanting it again and again.

Hair number eleven was slow to give up. Emma didn’t know if that hair was particularly deep rooted, or if LT was just taking his time, but it was a long tug-o-war. The continuous pain held at a plateau, so intense she was ready to yell out loud. Finally the hair pulled free and Emma was left with only the clit rubbing side of the balancing act.

She could feel the orgasm waiting just around the corner. It was big, and about to take over and run its way through her body. She was down to the very last hair. With luck, Emma could make it happen as the last hair was pulled. It would be her celebration for making it to the end. It would also be a gift to the two men who were so exquisitely using her body like the little fuck toy she was.

The pace of the fucking increased. The hot guy was no longer focused on her experience, and instead he grabbed her hips tightly, thrusting hard and fast, ramping up towards his own goal. She imagined him getting rock hard, the way guys do just before they cum. The finger in her ass probed deep and around, matching the rhythm of cock. She was full in both holes, and unable to do anything other than just take it. She was theirs to do with as they wished.

After teetering on the edge she finally felt the last hair pulling. Again it was slower than usual. The pain seemed to go on forever. LT was definitely taking his time, and no matter how much Emma bucked and rolled and swayed from her own pleasuring, LT managed to keep up with her. It felt like he was challenging her, like he knew she was trying to get off, and wanted to make her work for it. He held the hair taut, lifting her skin, hovering on the last step of the pain scale. He was putting up the biggest obstacle in her path, just to see if she could jump over it.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the hair popped free and Emma was left with only the fading sting of the moment. The pain had been intense, and it had held the orgasm at bay. Now with the pain spike over, could she coax the orgasm back? She really wanted it, no matter what it took. She felt it creeping near again, and kept at the rubbing, almost digging her finger tips into her wet sexy center.

The cool wiping of the alcohol pad let her know it was now or never. The impending orgasm was wound as tight as it could be, it just needed the right trigger. As if on cue, she got what she was hoping for. The sharp needle pierced her skin and slowly penetrated deep into her muscle. She felt the plastic end of the syringe reach her skin, signaling it was fully embedded into her body. As the plunger was pushed, the fluid expanded into her, spreading out and forcing a cavity to form. It stung inside her, invading her flesh, and triggering the orgasm.

The chain reaction of muscle spasms and convulsions started in her pelvis, and quickly ran up her spine and out her limbs. She bucked and trembled as the waves of intensity bounced around inside her core. Her vision blurred as her brain refocused all available band width to wrangling the physical effects. Her abdomen muscles contracted, flexing her torso, moving her ass back and forth high in the air. She still felt the hard metal needle inside her butt cheek. LT had let go of the syringe when the orgasm took off, and now the spent syringe was standing up, waving in the air like a flag standing tall off the back of a bike. Each twitch of her body wagged the syringe like a tail, causing the sharp tip of the needle to stir around inside her flesh. This aching sting fanned the flames of her orgasm in a perpetual feedback cycle of pleasure and pain. She couldn’t really separate the two anymore. It all felt so excruciatingly wonderful as the energy pumped round and round throughout her body. The convulsions shook her like a rag doll.

Eventually her muscles began to tire, and the rolling waves of involuntary contractions faded with each round. She rode the slow tail of the orgasm down to where she could regain control of her breathing. She realized she was drooling out the side of her mouth, and closed her lips, doing what little clean up she could with her tongue. Her heart was still racing, but a calmness was slowly spreading over her. She felt LT steady her butt cheek and carefully withdrew the needle. It set off one last little spasm in her pussy, satiating the last of her frazzled nerves.

She held still as LT clicked the sharps protector closed, and disposed of the syringe. She opened her eyes and noticed the hot guy moving towards her from his place at the door. She felt his hand on her buttcheek as he applied the bandaid. His bare skin touching hers. No glove between them, just him touching her. He spread the bandaid out, and gave it an extra rub. He patted it in place, to let her know the shot was done and that she was going to be OK.

He stepped back to the door, and she caught a brief glimpse of the tent in his pants before he discretely covered it with his hands.

Emma lifted herself up on her arms, maneuvered her legs, and lounged on her side on the paper covered table. She was exhausted, and needed to pause in a half way position before sitting upright. LT finished putting away his things and removing his gloves. The hot guy just watched her and smiled. Emma left one leg on its side on the table, but lifted the other leg and bent her knee, letting it stand upright. She smiled back at the hot guy, watching his eyes dart back and forth between her eyes and exposed vulva. She paused like that, leaving her sex on display, giving them both one last look at her glistening wet lips. The pulsing had subsided, but the puffy glow was still obvious.

“Well, 28, that completes your participation in the trial. I want to thank you for your… participation.” LT did his best to restore a professional air to the proceedings despite her provocative pose. “I will go retrieve your paperwork.” He exchanged glances with the hot guy. “We will leave you to get dressed.”

The two of them took one last look at her naked, exposed body, then turned and left the room. Emma admired the bulge in both of their pants as they walked out. They may not have enjoyed it as much as she did, but she was certain it was the best work day they had ever had.

Emma got dressed, pulling up the jumper and slipping into her shoes. She skipped the panties, and instead dropped them onto LT’s clipboard. The red fabric was a stark contrast to all the white and light blue on the cart.

LT returned, gave Emma the paper she needed, and thanked her again for coming. She thanked him for being so gentle and taking good care of her. She said she hoped to see him again some day.

Emma took the paper to the front desk, and received both the session payment and the generous compensation for completing the full ten weeks. Before leaving, she asked the receptionist if there were any other clinical trials in which she might be able to enroll. The receptionist gave her a multi page printout listing all the available trials they were running, and what each one entailed. Emma took the papers, and looked forward to reading them over when she got home. She hoped she would get to see LT and the hot guy again soon.

The end.