Page 12 of Doctor Hardy and the Hysteria Machine (The Doctor’s Pleasure #1)
Chapter Eleven
B eatrice felt her cunny twitch from the powerful climax’s aftershock. Her gaze fell upon Doctor Hardy’s trousers. He was unmistakably aroused by the treatment, too, his manhood straining for release.
She wondered if the seal of her virtue had been torn in the machine’s wake. The old matrons had always made quite a fuss about keeping it intact until her wedding night. Their caution was harsh, and frequently accompanied by tales of an unfortunate woman who broke the fragile barrier after an innocent bout of horse-riding.
“You have exceeded all my expectations today, Beatrice. If you wish, we can call it a day,” the doctor said, the rubber cock still vibrating in his hand, salacious and glistening with her ecstasy.
Conventional virtues seemed a mere trifle now. If her worth was truly determined by something breakable and paper-thin, Beatrice decided, she would not miss it.
“No, Doctor. I wish to complete my treatment.”
He raised an eyebrow in interest, the corner of his lips twitching at the hint of challenge in her voice. “Do you, now?”
Beatrice looked to Agnes, who gave her a small, encouraging nod. So, she squared her shoulders and told the man exactly what she wanted.
“I want you to take my maidenhead, Doctor.”
He exhaled harshly at her words and stroked himself through his trousers. Without having to be asked twice, he unbuttoned the trousers with his free hand and pulled out the throbbing, eager cock.
“If you are quite certain, Beatrice,” he held the girthy organ by its root, the rubber replica in his other hand paling next to its archetype. “I warn you, I must not spend inside your womb. Not before you are wedded.”
“Anything you say, Doctor.” She felt out of her mind with need.
She watched in rapture as the doctor took himself in hand, stroking and squeezing until several beads of clear fluid oozed from the tip and dribbled down the side.
He stepped out of his trousers and removed his shirt. His manhood, wet and shiny, curved up towards his belly and reached his uncovered navel.
Doctor Richard Hardy’s body was astounding. Muscles delineated his strong limbs and rolled beneath the hard planes of his torso. He was a work of art.
The doctor joined her on the examination couch and positioned himself between her pale legs. He moved towards her with the powerful grace of a lion stalking its prey, never taking his darkened eyes off hers.
She placed a hand on his broad shoulder. He was warm: marble transformed into a magnificence of flesh and blood.
The blood, presently, pulsed against her wet slit as he lined up the blunt head of his manhood. With a low grunt, he pushed forth into the hot depths of her, seating himself to the hilt.
“Yes,” she hissed at the sensation of being filled once more, and wound her arms around the doctor’s neck to pull his face close. He made quick work of her bunched-up shift, wrenching it up until the full breasts beneath fell free.
Neither did he hesitate before taking one full nipple between his lips.
The doctor was everywhere. His throbbing cock stuffed Beatrice to the brim, his heavy breath falling upon her never-kissed chest, his hot tongue swirling around one nipple then the other.
Then, she felt a sharp stab of pleasure when he pulled a tender peak between his teeth and bit down on it lightly. A rush of joy shot from her breast and down her spine. Involuntarily, her inner walls clenched around the doctor.
“Blast,” he spat, her nipple falling wet and hot from his mouth. “Beatrice, I cannot spend inside you. And right now, you are making it very difficult.”
His loss of composure drove her wild, and Beatrice clenched around him again, this time with an intentional wickedness while she watched his face.
The doctor cursed again, and his strong fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips, holding back his climax.
“Careful, Miss Beatrice,” he warned darkly.
Keeping one hand on her hip, lest she get any more wicked ideas, the doctor began stroking his way in and out of her. The friction was beyond delicious, and a string of gasps and moans fell from her lips as her eyes rolled back and her body yielded to him.
Then, he brought the pulsating replica of his cock to the top of her opening again. It moved against her bud, and with the doctor’s girth now buried inside her cunny, the vibration of the machine felt so much deeper.
“Oh, yes!” She breathed, comprehending that she was fucked by two cocks at once. With her trembling core sandwiched between the doctor and his vibrating twin, there was nowhere to turn, and nothing to do but surrender.
The doctor fucked her hard, pistoning into that deep, secret spot at her womb with every long thrust, all while keeping the vibrating cock at her oversensitive pearl.
“Come for me again,” the doctor urged between clenched teeth, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. “Spend on my cock.”
Beatrice screamed as her second climax slammed into her. Her eyes rolled into her skull, and her hands scrambled for purchase on the velvet upholstery of the couch. She thrashed against the pillow, torn apart by the torrent of bliss.
“Doctor! Doctor!” She cried, tears blurring her vision, and she clenched and trembled around his cock.
He stopped slamming into her, one hand around the base of his cock like a vice, lest she milked from him the forbidden seed. But he kept working the machine against her nub until she could come no more.
At last, Agnes turned off the switches, and Beatrice fell into a heap on the examination couch, thoroughly used and drenched in sweat.
Wordlessly, Agnes climbed onto the foot-end of the examination couch and lifted her skirt and petticoats. Beatrice watched as she knelt in supplication and braced her arms.
The pretty assistant wore no undergarments, and her perfect, pale buttocks opened to the doctor in welcome.
He positioned himself behind his assistant. Tossing the rubber cock unceremoniously to the floor, he held Agnes by her small, cinched waist and impaled the petite woman in one hard thrust.
My God , thought Beatrice, her cunny must have been drenched and ready .
“Yes, Richard,” Agnes moaned, her voice low and sultry.
The doctor was well past delay. Beatrice watched with fascination at the military efficiency with which he rammed into Agnes, so different from the measured strokes he gave to Beatrice.
His heavy balls slammed against Agnes as he rutted her, wanton wet slaps echoing wickedly in the examination room. Without an exchange of instructions or a soft caress, the doctor used her cunny like his own fist.
Hard and fast, he took her willing body. Beatrice found herself growing wet again at the sight of their rough lovemaking. A sharp exhale escaped her lips, and the assistant’s pleasure-hooded eyes snapped open.
She moved towards Beatrice’s reclining body, the doctor’s cock buried deep inside her, taking his relentless pleasure. Ever so sweet and accommodating, Agnes nudged Beatrice’s legs apart with gentle hands.
Her mouth found the patient’s clitoris, and her tongue flicked at the little nub.
At this, Doctor Hardy was temporarily arrested in his movement, transfixed by rapture as Agnes licked and sucked at Beatrice. Then, with a few more unsteady thrusts, he groaned and emptied spurt after spurt of his seed into his assistant, crying out her name.
Agnes hummed as the doctor’s pleasure coated her womb, undulating her hips to wring out every last drop. Her mouth kept working on Beatrice, who felt a great thrill come over her at the other woman’s ecstasy. She sensed the doctor’s pleasure through Agnes, whose lithe, yielding body had inexorably joined all three.
He held Agnes’s buttocks, which now bore red marks of his frenzied need. Breathing hard, his dark eyes landed on Beatrice.
“Agnes! Please—” Beatrice pleaded, as she felt the approach of another trembling climax.
“Yes, just like that.” The doctor praised. Agnes, who still had his cock buried inside her, flicked her tongue faster against the patient’s cunny.
Beatrice came again when she felt certain she had no more to give. Voice hoarse from her screams and cries, she merely groaned softly as the other woman held her legs and coaxed her, drawing out her bliss with her tongue.
“Well done, Beatrice,” said Agnes when she pulled away from her, her soft pink lips shiny with her essence. “Congratulations on completing today’s treatment.”