Exposing Amy - Sex Stories

Exposing Amy

... suffered today, the humiliation and debasement together with the punishing treatment my pussy and body was now receiving sent me into raptures. I thought I would scream the house down as my orgasm ripped through my pussy. Paul fucked me three more times that day, although he only came once more, I came every time. They say all good things must come to an end. The third escalation of our phobia was to bring an end to our adventure. Amy got fucked. In looking to enhance the experience in any way we could, we decided that an element of danger would make things worse for Amy (and therefore better for us.) We thought that the presence of staff in clinics and hospitals gave proceedings a safe feel. The upshot being, I trawled for clinics that closed at a precise time when all the staff left together. The plan being for Amy to enter a clinic moments before and claim to be suffering pains, whereby the obgyn would offer to examine her after the other staff had left. Amy needed to feel alone and vulnerable with a stranger. I identified certain clinics that met the criteria, but three times we attempted to put our plan into action the Doctor refused to see Amy, citing professional ethics etc and not wanting to put himself in a dangerous position. However the fourth time worked like a charm. Amy continues The doctor that called me into his room looked about fifty and had sort of rugged good looks. As the exam proceeded I thought I caught him looking at me a little strange, but put it ...

... down to my usual nerves. However it soon became obvious by the way he touched me and looked at me, that this was no ordinary exam and that the Doctor was in fact taking pleasure from it. As I sat upright, him examining my breasts, he started to give me a ludicrous line that he needed to check my nipple sensitivity. "What a crock" I thought but still sat slightly afraid as he took each nipple in turn into his fingers. He pulled the nipple out and then lifted my breast a little by the nipple and then let go. This made my breasts which are firm and uplifted jiggle and bounce slightly back up into place when he let them drop. This was a nonsense procedure but I said nothing, yet I started to get concerned when I thought I could just make out a thickening cock in his pants. A bigger farce was to follow. During the examination of my labia the Doctor also claimed he needed to check my clitoral sensitivity and response. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was angry that he was taking me for a complete fool, but also scared of making a big issue out of what he was doing to me. I was also taking enjoyment out of being abused. With a little gel on his finger, he very lightly ran his finger over my clitoris, I jumped a little (who wouldn't for God's sake) Each time he touched me I couldn't help but respond. In time my breathing was becoming laboured, my hips moved almost imperceptibly off the bed to meet his finger and I was starting to make involuntary little noises. To cut a long ...