Please come! Come! COME!
She was torn between her lusting rutting need to rub herself off and her fear of being found like this, her miserable secret discovered, trussed up like a pig for slaughter.
With a whine of despair and a tiny series of quiet whimpers, Lynn went limp in her restraints.
All she could do was wait.
Doctor Carl Fox eyed the girl standing in front of his desk with pleasure. She was a fucking stunner! Her beautiful tits were full-blown, puffing out of the front of that tight white blouse of hers. Her huge dark nipples showed through the thin material.
"Well, Julie, I guess I'd better take a look at you."
Damn right – a look and a fuck and a suck!
Julie lowered her pretty eyes, embarrassed.
"Yes… yes, sir," she stammered in a very quiet voice. Obviously she was highly distressed over the prospect of removing all her clothes for a physical examination.
"Julie… when did you have your last physical?" Carl asked the teen, already certain of her answer.
"I… I never had one before, sir." It was a distant whisper.
Carl felt his cock spring to life, banging hard against his confining zipper, desperate to leap out and snake up this lovely morsel's cunt before she even knew it was happening.
Carl loved them and inexperienced all scared and fluttery like this, innocent and embarrassed.
And all so unwillingly cooperative.
They didn't have the faintest idea that he was doing anything wrong. And he could always tell which ones would be too utterly embarrassed to tell anyone else about their experiences on his examination table.
Most of them, not knowing any better, actually returned time after time – and believed he was really curing them of terrible diseases that they didn't even have.
It was a highly dangerous, but erotic and exciting life.
"OK, honey. You go down the hall to Room Three. I'll be along in a moment."
"Yes, sir," the girl said. She turned and went out into the hall, pausing for a minute to look both ways, as though she was about to cross the street, affording Carl a wonderful view of her trim ass, her twin buns so tight and firm under her short yellow skirt.
Carl watched her start down the hall. Damn! Julie was so cunt-fucking lovely! Such long thick brown hair, caught up in a waist-length ponytail and tied with a narrow white ribbon whose two long strands dangled down her hair. Her tits were perfect – capped with two huge nipples that made Carl's mouth water. Her body was a trim number that looked both strong and fragile at the same time, with slender hips and thighs and long slim legs.
Carl stood up, folding his long white coat over the front of his legs, hiding his enormous erection as he walked down the hall toward Room Three.
Julie was standing quietly beside the examination table, her ass pressing against the firm but pliant side of the table, one arm held lightly over her full tits. A bright red blush covered her face.
She was staring at the series of photographs on the wall near the door. Each picture showed a girl lying on an examining table just like this one, with their legs spread wide, their cunts absolutely bare and stretched wide open. Under the photo was a title, explaining some subtle point about the, method of examination at that point.
But to Julie's shocked mind, they were simply filthy pictures – dirty photos of women.
Julie felt her heart racing, thudding loudly in her chest, the blood in her veins burning, making her feel all itchy and dizzy. She reached out and placed her hand on the table to support herself. It seemed like an awfully strange table. It had all kinds of levers and buttons and harsh-looking straps and belts of all sizes.
It reminded the girl of that vile machinery for torture she'd seen at the Wax Museum last year during a school field trip.
The door opened behind her, and Julie, startled, whirled around.
"Oh! You scared me!"
"Sorry. Just let me wash my hands, and I'll be right with you, dear."
Julie wet her lips as she waited, her whole body trembling in fearful expectation, her eyes darting all about the room, avoiding those obscene pictures, her heart hammering wildly.
"OK Julie. You can hop up onto the table now."
"Oh." The teenager wasn't sure she wanted to do that. She hesitated, stroking the smooth cool leather surface of the table, eyeing those weird looking stirrups.
"Come on, honey. I have other patients, you know."
Julie glanced at the doctor over her shoulder, of course! He did have other patients. And he was a doctor, after all. It was his job to look at her body, to make sure it was OK.
Julie gave the man a meek smile, then sighed as she felt herself relax a bit. She turned toward him, pressing her ass against the table, pushing up with her toes and scooting herself around, lifting her long legs up over one stirrup and straightening them between the two upright posts.
She sat for a moment looking at things. What were all those things? And those straps dangling from each stirrup were very obviously designed to hold a girl's bare foot securely in place, with no freedom of movement at all.
"Would you take your shoes and socks off, please?" Carl asked her, smiling, holding up his freshly washed hands.
Julie bent forward over her knees and slipped the buckles open on her leather shoes. She slipped each shoe off, then rolled over onto her side and placed the shoes on the slightly raised step that stuck out from the side of the table near the floor.
She pushed each nylon down and off her delicate feet, then casually dropped them on top of her shoes. She sat back up straight, her feet pressed tightly together, her skirt smoothed down over her thighs almost to her knees.
She pursed her lips and waited.
"Well…" Carl hinted.
Julie looked at him, her open innocent expectant face.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Uh, this is a physical examination, sweetheart. I can't examine you with your clothes on… can I?"
"Uh… no sir. I guess you can't."
Julie cleared her throat, trying to waste time.
"Take off your panties, honey," Carl said making his voice gentle, even though he wanted to rip the clothes from this sexy cunt and rip her pussy open with his throbbing cock.
"My panties?"
"Yes, your panties."
The woman cleared her throat again, then nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Julie lowered herself back onto her elbows, then onto her back, stretching out fully on the table top. She lifted her hips off the table and reached under the hem of her short skirt. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pretty pink panties and dragged them down over her thighs to her knees.
Struggling to keep her skirt over her thighs, she sat back up and slipped the panties down to her ankles, pulling one bare foot through the leg hole, then the other.
She sat there, wondering what she should do with her panties now. Just drop them down with her shoes and socks? That seemed extremely crude to the girl. She chewed on her lower lip as she folded her panties neatly and placed them beside her hip on the table, patted them once, then folded her hands in her lap and stared at the wall beyond her bare feet.
"Julie? Your skirt, honey…"
Julie looked at Carl, saw those filthy pictures just over his shoulder. She quickly looked away, wiggling her bare toes.
Well, this was it! Her skirt!
With a quiet little whine, Julie stretched herself back out on her back. Her hands rested over her tummy. She slipped them downward the slightest bit to the buckle on her belt, automatically worked it open, then unbuttoned the single button and slowly ran the zipper down its short length. She opened the loosened flaps of the skirt material over her taut tummy, and lifted her ass off the table again, pushed the waist of the skirt and the rest of the bunching material down her legs – all with her eyes tightly shut and her face burning with shame.