Carl's eyes went wide and he gasped as the teen's tender cunt came into view – lost for a moment as she pulled her knees high to slip the skirt over them and lifted her feet to free her legs of the material – but when she straightened her long legs back out on that table.
Naked from the waist down, Julie presented the most appetizing sight Carl had ever seen. Her cuntlips were full and puffy, lightly covered with a pale brown muff of silky curls, with a deep rich pink slit slicing through the center, and the still deeper pink of her inner lips peeping through, swollen and moist.
Julie felt as though her heart was going to batter it's way right out through her chest. Her full tits heaved with each difficult breath, and she found it hard to swallow. She knew the doctor was staring right at her – at her pussy!
Only her blouse and her well-filled bra remained to be stripped from her warm sweating body.
Without waiting for further commands, not wishing to make the doctor angry at her, Julie lifted both hands to her throat and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She lifted her shoulders a bit and pulled the loose shirt down her arms, getting up awkwardly onto her elbows – eyes still tightly clenched – to remove the shirt completely from her wrists.
Carl watched, thrilled, as the teen continued stripping her beautiful body for him. His hands shook in anticipation of touching the smooth soft flesh of the teenager.
Julie sat up, her knees automatically spreading apart slightly, and twisted her arms up behind her back to unhook her bra, arching her spine and pulling her shoulders far back to do so, thrusting her firm tits forward. The bra strap came open, and the bra cups sagged forward, slipping over the upper slopes of Julie's pretty tits, almost exposing the darker flesh of her nipples. But one hand caught the front of the bra and held it up as she slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. She pulled first one arm and then the other free of the loops of white, and then laid herself back down on the table, the bra cups resting loosely over her heaving mounds.
With a very quiet whine. Julie pulled the bra off her tits. Her hand flopped weakly down to her side, and the limp bra fell on top of the rest of her clothing.
She was completely naked!
Carl stared down at Julie's body. The teen was stunningly lovely. Her entire body was delicately tanned, except for a very narrow band of white flesh around her hips and another around her breasts – telling of an extremely skimpy bikini.
He rubbed his sweating palms on the front of his lab coat, wet his lips, cleared his throat – his cock pulsating achingly in his pants – and picked up the girl's pile of clothing.
"Let me move these things aver to the shelf, Julie, so they'll be out of our way… OK?"
He smiled as he heard the teen's weak whisper: "OK."
He turned back toward her, shaking his head at the eye-busting treasure on the table – a beautiful virgin – all stretched out on the cool leather table like a sacrificial offering to the God of lust.
Carl moved close beside the table, his cock hard and hurting. He wanted to fuck this teen's cunt in the worst way, rip her virgin slit wide open!
Trembling, Carl reached out and carefully wrap his fingers around Julie's slim bare ankle. He delighted in the jerk of her leg at his sweaty touch.
Carl patted her leg just below her knee. He smiled, letting his eyes rest on the teen's tits, delightfully large and full for a girl so young, but not overly huge. Her nipples were large and dark, swollen with her fear of what was going to happen to her on this table, and with the coolness of the air in the room.
"Well, honey," Carl said to her softly, stroking down to her ankle again, and lifting it high, slipping her delicate foot into the stirrup, "there's really no need to be afraid."
Julie moaned as she felt the strap being fit tightly in place over the high arch of her foot, wrapped around behind the narrow portion of her heel – locking her bare foot into the stirrup.
Julie wiggled her toes.
The quickly warming leather strap felt funny to the girl, so snug over her foot. She tried to pull her foot off the stirrup but found she was completely trapped. Her foot wouldn't budge.
Carl walked around to the other side of the table and held out his palm.
"Other foot, sweetie," he commanded. Hesitantly, Julie lifted her leg and placed her ankle in Carl's hot palm. He raised her foot to the second stirrup and quickly strapped and buckled it into place. Julie's long slim legs were now pulled apart – not uncomfortably but certainly embarrassingly – opening her thighs just far enough to give the man a nice view of her whole cunt.
Julie tried to relax.
He was a doctor!
He was NOT going to hurt her!
She felt a deep tingling growing stronger and stronger within her lower body, somewhere deep inside her cunt, and her nipples began to ache and itch terribly. She wanted to reach down and scratch them, scratch her cuntlips until the strange sensation went away.
She shifted her hips on the table, and the warmed leather creaked, reminding the girl of how a saddle sounded when she shifted in it.
"Give me your arm, Julie," Carl said. He was standing near her head, and the sound startled her. She had been lost in her own thoughts.
"You arm, honey. Up here."
Julie twisted to look where Carl was patting yet another stirrup-like contraption. Not knowing any better, she gave Carl her hand and let him pull her arm, stretch it high over her head and press her wrist into a U-shaped metal cup, similar to the stirrup for her ankles. He then buckled her wrist into place – very tightly.
And finally, she felt her other wrist being trapped by the other strap. She gave a feeble tug at both wrists, testing the strength of her bonds – though she didn't think of them as bonds – and discovered that there was absolutely no way she was going to escape, until the Doctor was finished with his examination of her naked body.
"Now!" Carl said with a grin, stepping back and admiring the full stretch of the teen's taut body. "Now we can get down to business!"
"Let's get down to business, bitch!" the hard faced man on the movie screen shouted at the voluptuous woman cowering before him. Seated in the audience, Harry Lowes gritted his teeth and nodded.
Whip the fucking shit out of that bitching whore!
The huge man on the screen lifted his arm high and brought the whip slashing downward, smashing it with all his strength into the stark white flesh of the girl bound to the bed – slashing the whip flesh of the girl bound to the bed – slashing the whip directly across her bare belly and doubling her off the bed, as far as her tightly tied wrists and ankles would allow. A tremendous wail of agony exploded from her lips.
"AAAAAHHHHHGGGGG!"
Harry's cock throbbed with overpowering lust. He had longed for months and months to whip his girlfriend like this – lash her down to that miserable bed of hers and stretch her out, pull her legs wide open and rip her cunt apart with his belt, using the hard buckle and on her soft teasing cuntlips, then whip her damn fat boobs until she was screaming and screaming and screaming, begging him to stop hurting her, begging him to shove his cock up her cunt and fuck the hot shit out of her rotten taunting body.
The couple on the screen had acted out a relationship very similar to Harry's involvement with Lynn Richards – that fucking bitch!
He wanted her so bad. She teased and tortured him with her body, wearing the lowest-cut gowns when he took her out, smiling in that ball-busting way of hers, calculated to make him come in his damn pants!
And Lynn talked such a great fuck but never let him get past the feeling stages – a bit of thigh, a piece of ass, a stroke of tit but no cock and cunt action!
Damn you, Lynn!
Gritting his teeth tighter, Harry slouched down in the seat and took in the spectacle on the screen, letting himself get hornier and hornier, angrier and angrier at his nurse girlfriend.