Debbie Loves Doctors 2: BDSM Sex Clinic Exam

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As a member of The Club, Debbie revealed her darkest fantasy and had it fulfilled by a dominant doctor and his naughty nurse. But Debbie can’t forget the way she felt or the way he looked at her. She calls the number he left with her to see if he meant what he said about making house calls.

The doctor has been thinking about Debbie, too. When she calls, he’s ready to don the rubber gloves and make sure she’ll keep thinking about him and only him from now on.

This erotic short story is approximately 9,000 words long and is intended for adults only. All the characters are 18 years of age or older. This story involves medical device play, bondage, thrilling rubber gloves and long-term possibilities neither Debbie nor the Doctor were expecting.

Rape fantasies and rape are very different things, and this story in no way condones violent rape.

Enjoy this excerpt from Debbie Loves Doctors 2:

“Why did you call me, Debbie?”

She licked her lips. She could do this without looking like an idiot. “I thought it was . . . time for another exam.”

“Mm.” He unbuttoned the next two buttons and opened the blouse, putting his warm hand on her stomach. “Surely you don’t want the same thing, a repeat performance?”

“I . . . don’t know.”

“Of course you know.” He unbuttoned the rest and pushed her blouse open. “Have you had many lovers since your exam?” The doctor rubbed her breasts through her bra, circling her nipples with a fingertip.

Debbie took a deep breath. “A couple.”

“Did they make you come?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes? But you weren’t fulfilled by it. They didn’t really get you off, did they?”

Debbie took a deep breath in through her nose. “No.”

The doctor opened a drawer in the side of the table and pulled two rubber gloves from a box. He put them on, snapping them as he did so. Debbie’s pussy ached with excitement, and she could feel herself getting wetter already.

The doctor pulled the cup of her bra down and pinched her bared nipple. “Did you tell them what you wanted? Did you say spank me or pinch me or fuck me hard? I know you didn’t. That’s why you’re here, Debbie. To get the things you need that you won’t ask anyone else for. I’m right?”

“Yes.” She needed a drink of water, and felt oddly vulnerable that he knew this so easily. Was she like every other person he’d done this with, so much that he knew the drill and could tell each one the same thing? Was she that common?

“Are you upset, Debbie?”

“Upset? No, I’m—surprised.”

“Why?” His hand rested on her chest between her breasts. “Our culture has taught women to sacrifice for everyone else, to give in to others. And many men are afraid of women who know exactly what they want and aren’t ashamed to ask for it. So women adapt, and stop asking.”

“But you’re not? Afraid of women like that, I mean?”

“No.” His hand moved to caress her bared breast again. “I love women like that. And I love that you called me. That it took you so long shows that you wrestled with it, but you finally overcame your inhibitions long enough to dial the phone. We’re going to overcome more of your inhibitions today, Debbie. You’re going to walk out of here feeling like your lovers never made you feel.”

Many movie stars would envy the whiteness of the teeth he showed her then in a genuine if slightly wolfish smile. He pinched her nipple, then pulled the other cup down and toyed with that one as he spoke. “Have you ever come standing up?”

Debbie laughed. “Standing up? No.”

“Never been fucked standing up?”

“I have, but I’ve never had an orgasm that way.”

“Ever had one from just being fucked?” Both his hands were on her breasts now, kneading and pulling at her nipples. “Just from the penetration, no vibrator, no tongue . . . .”

Debbie shook her head, the word no catching in her throat at first. “No,” she rasped. “Close, but never all the way.”

“Close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.” He chuckled, then he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He nipped it with his teeth.

Debbie gasped at the twinge of pain that zipped directly to her groin.

“You like that, the pain. It makes you wetter than almost anything else, doesn’t it?” He nipped the other one.

Debbie nodded.

“Say it. Own it.”

“I like the pain. It . . . makes me wet.”

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