The Doctor's Rough Treatment (Historical Medical Smut With A Side Of Story) by Diana Quippley Page B

woman bit her lip and said,
“Yes, please. Demonstrate.”
     
    Doctor Droll looked up at the door
and stopped with two fingers inside and a third ready to slide in as well. He
narrowed his eyes. “May I help you?”
     
    The woman bent over the table said,
“Yes, use three fingers like you promised.”
     
    Dr. Droll swatted her gently on one
cheek getting another moan from her. He said, “Not you. Wait just a moment, you
little tart. You at the door, what is it you need?”
     
    Olivia cleared her throat, but her
voice broke anyway as she spoke. “I’m here to see you, Dr. Droll. I’m Olivia.
We had a meeting scheduled concerning the assistant’s position.”
     
    He waved his free hand at her with
the other still penetrating his moaning subject. “Right. You are early.
Normally a good thing. Allow me to finish her and I will be with you shortly.
Go wait in my office. Last door on the left.”
     
    Olivia nodded. “Yes, sir.”
     
    As she closed the door, she heard
more of the wet slippery motion and the woman’s screams of passion echoing
through the theater. Olivia wished she had watched just a little while longer.
She opened the doctor’s office and sat down in the chair across from his desk.
     
    Anatomy charts lined the wall.
Olivia had seen ones like them before. These were quite different though. While
still showing musculature and bone structure, these had particular detail about
the breasts and the sexual organs. One showed a man with a woman’s slender
hands wrapped around his cock. The diagrams showed stages of his growth into an
erection easily as large as the monstrous member she had witnessed in the first
theater. In each frame of the progressive diagram, the tender hands massaged
his length and stroked his tentacles as he engorged. In one picture, she seemed
to be pulling particularly hard on his balls as the male figure stood there at
attention taking it. Olivia did not understand why the girl’s face was drawn
next to the man’s hip as she stared with admiration at the results of her work.
     
    “That hardly seems necessary.”
     
    In the next room beyond the wall
with the diagrams, the woman moaned out and cried that she wanted more.
     
    Olivia narrowed her eyes as she
stared at the wall. “More of what exactly?”
     
    She heard a rhythmic creaking noise
and the sound of flesh coming together with flesh like clapping, but it did not
exactly sound like hands clapping. The speed of the clapping increased and she
heard a male’s grunts join the screaming and hungry begging of the woman.
     
    Olivia turned her attention to the
opposite wall and her eyes widened. A detailed set of drawings showed
explicitly naked women taking male members deep into their mouths. One showed a
woman angling her head so that the man could use part of her throat as his
balls rested against her chin.
     
    “Oh, my, how does she breathe?”
Olivia reached out and traced her finger along the woman’s nasal passage. As
her finger reached the head of the penis, she drew her finger slowly back along
his shaft to his balls. She shivered as she imagined applying that touch to a
real specimen. “Maybe she could breathe through her nose, but I don’t think so.
He is so deep into her mouth and throat. If he pulled out, she might catch a
breath before he thrust back in. Timing would certainly be everything. Practice
would be in order too, I imagine.”
     
    Olivia leaned back into her chair
as she looked at a woman on her back on an ornate sofa. The detail on the
upholstery seemed far too detailed for it to just be about practical anatomy
use. She began to believe these were drawings documenting real events. The
woman on her back tilted her head back upside down with her mouth hanging open.
Her breasts stood up like tall mountains on her chest. Her legs sat spread on
the others side of the sofa with her knees slightly bent. One man bent his
knees near her face as he fed his member into her mouth. The angle seemed to