mistress leila.

She fastens me into the device, hog tying my feet to my hands, behind me.  I feel the cool metal of the table on my exposed belly, squished breasts, and warm face, which all rest against it.  

The machine around my pelvis doesn't naturally make contact with me; that is, with my pussy or ass, but if I tilt my pelvis forward, which is difficult considering the pose she has me in, then I feel both graze my sensitive flesh.  These two latex prongs, attached to the harness, both vibrate, as I can hear their buzz, and feel them slightly, when I rock my hips forward enough.  The temptation to do this is irresistible, even though I'm not usually a fan of anything touching my ass.  Mistress Leila, of course, has set it up this way, on purpose.  She intends to break me.
"Comfortable?"  She walks around me to deliver this saucy line, right to my face, winking, her heels clicking on the concrete floor.  "Now, darling," She says to me affectionately, taking my face in her delicate hand.  "Don't be cross with me.  I just want to open you up to a while new world of pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Shall I get the oil?"
"Yes, Mistress."  She takes the glass bottle, inverting it over my exposed ass, and I feel the cool liquid run between my ass cheeks, down to my pussy.  The coolness of it gives me goosebumps, sending a shiver through the core of me, and I feel my nipples harden against the table.  I long for Leila to touch me; rub it in a little, probe my crevices with those warm, womanly fingers, but she denies me that humanly pleasure.  Instead I feel it pool beneath me, and I instinctively thrust into the table, allowing the vibrating tendrils to momentarily and simultaneously make contact with my clit and ass.  I instantly shy away from their vibrations, unused to the one that so coyly tempts my asshole.
"Mmm," I hear her moan, watching the oil glisten off my flexing butt.  She, no doubt, must long to touch me, as well.  "That's right, my dear.  Don't be afraid of the harness.  It can give you so much pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Will you try it again for me?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer obediently, but unsure of my ability to proceed.  Yes, I trust Leila with my body; she knows me better than anyone, yet the thought of anything entering me anally, is enough to make me clench.  But, I crave the clit vibrator so badly right now, and want her please her equally as much, that I ultimately concede to put myself in her hands.  Or rather, her harness.  I once again tilt my pelvis towards the table, hands and feet bound behind me.
"That's lovely, my pet," she coos, eyeing my bare ass cheeks tightening again.  I do it quickly, almost believing, through the sheer power of my will, that the anal probe won't be there the second time.  But, I feel it tickle my asshole again, and I retract almost as quickly.  "Try to linger there, my love. It's nothing to be afraid of.  I'm here with you, after all.  Aren't I?"
"Yes, Mistress." I have such strong feelings for her, such an immense build up of trust developed over the course of our sessions, that I'm willing to do almost anything for her.  Even if I have an aversion to it, I know that she is ultimately doing it for my own good.  I try again, feeling the now familiar sensation of the pulsating protrusion near my anal opening.  I let it stimulate me there, choosing instead to concentrate on the vibrator nearing my clit.  If I can just focus on the pleasant pulses emitting from my pussy, then I can almost bear the rest.  I surprise myself, by employing this, rotating my hips against the table again, and I almost forget about the anal probe.  My pussy's wetness mixes with the massage oil on the slippery surface of the table.  I test this theory again, thinking only about the sensual stimulation on my clit, and the anal vibe seems to fade into the background.  Not only does it eventually recede as I get used to the sensation, but after a half dozen thrusts or so, it almost seems to enhance the experience.  I hear moans release into the air, thinking at first that they belong to Leila, who is enjoying the delicious presentation before her.  But, after catching a glimpse of my mistress, I realize that they aren't coming from her lovely mouth at all, but from my own.
I let the anal vibrator enter me as I force my hips against the clitoral one, hands and feet bound and hindering, rather than facilitating.  Leila softly hums and crosses her arms, enjoying my sensual struggle.  I feel a bead of sweat drip down my temple, as I taste salt from my lip as well.  She's making me work for it, this time.  Equally bound by my respect for her as the corporeal restraints, I continue to thrust, secure in knowing that it's what she wants me do.  "That's it, my dear.  I'm not letting you go unless you come."
"Yes, Mistress."  I answer, allowing myself to finally feel the flutter of the urge to come.  With the probe in my ass, my instinct is to shy away from the feeling, but I remember Mistress Leila's desire for me to experience this new and intense pleasure, and I try to open myself up to it.  I relax my ass, allowing my hips to melt into the table, and therefore, the buzzing vibrator against my clit.  I feel myself buck, and cry out both muffled and echoed by the metal table.  I both tense and relax at the same time, welcoming everything to contract at once, from my ass, to my pussy, to my clitoris.

"See, my dear?  That's a good girl."  And, I do feel good, even if the process felt a bit foreign.  Very good, indeed.

my two partners (part two).

Scott

I put on my suit jacket and lean onto the bar, eager to get a beer before I have to be onstage.  I scan the crowded, dimly lit room for my bandmates, not that I’d necessarily recognize them; I haven’t even played with three of them before, besides a quick rehearsal beforehand.  I’ll be using charts, as I’m similarly unfamiliar with the tunes, but it’s all part of the job.  Watch, and learn.  I can’t make the guys out in the throng, anyway; not a bad attendance for a corporate fund raiser.  
However, my eye does go to a certain girl’s face.  Kind of heart shaped, with fair skin, a small mouth, and dark, intense eyes.  I’ve definitely seen her before at shows, and I’m reminded of my mandate from Meaghan to find and approach cute women.  So far, has been a tough go.  All the girls we know that are interested, are currently in exclusive relationships.  I had Meaghan approach women for a while, even create an online profile for herself, but I was never into anyone she showed me.  Maybe I’m just picky.  Maybe I’m not as into this threesome thing as she is.  Or maybe, I’ve already got the perfect woman.  So, she encouraged me to take the reins, from now on.
The girl approaches the bar, beside me.  I haven’t flirted in a while, but it’s like playing a song you learned in your youth.  “Need a drink?  I have a ticket that I’m not going to use.”
“Hmm?  Really?”            
“Yeah.  I usually give it to my girlfriend, but she isn’t here tonight.”
“Wow.  Thanks!”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“No.  I just, like to see a lot of shows.  Like, as many as possible.  I don’t mind going alone,” she says passionately, like it’s her job.  She makes a lot of eye contact when she speaks.
“Yeah, I feel like I’ve seen you around before...”
“Mm, hm.  I’ve seen you play a couple times.”
“You have!  That’s what I thought.  I’m Scott.”
“Emily.”
“Well, I’d better jet,”  I say, seeing my bandmates climb the stairs to the stage.  “You’ll be around after?”
“Yep!  Thanks for the drink!”        
“No problem!”  I call over my shoulder, retreating into the crowd, towards the stage.
“You talking to Emily?”  The drummer shouts to me, through the din.
“Just met her,” I call back.  “She seems nice.”  
“Yeah, she’s a fun girl.  I think she’s seeing like four people right now.  And, apparently, one of them’s a woman.”

After the set, I wipe my forehead, and descend from the stage, to find the elfish Emily hanging around it.  I’m getting a very youthful vibe off of her, as she brushes a curl of wavy short hair off her forehead.  Meaghan calls it a pixie cut, I think.
“Great set!’
“Thanks!  It was a lot of new music, but I think it sounded alright.”
“Yeah, I like this venue.  Great acoustics.”
“Are you into music?  Like, other than as a spectator?”
“Yeah, I studied Music History, Composition, Appreciation.  I might go for my PhD.”
“Oh, cool.”  I’ve never formally studied, myself.  But, that’s definitely the route to take, if you want to teach, say, at a university or college level.
“Well, we’ll see.  I’ve also been getting into production, tech-ing shows, and whatnot.”
“Awesome.  We definitely could use some more good techs in this city.”
“I’d also like to preform.  But, we’ll see.”
“Right.  What do you play?”
“Drums.  I’m a drummer.  Well, not professionally.”  I nod, letting her ramble.  She could be successful as a drummer, if she was any good.  People are eager to book female rhythm musicians.  Especially if they’re as cute as her.  Meaghan’s going to love her.
“Hey, I’ve got to get home to my girlfriend, but... would you want to grab lunch sometime?”
“Sure!  I’d to pick your brain.  If that’s okay with you.”
“Cool.  Find me on Facebook?”      

       

On the ride home from a bandmate, I search for her Facebook page on my phone, to see that she’s already requested my friendship.  Her age says twenty-two.  Quite the age gap for me; less so for Meaghan, who’s twenty-nine.  But, you would have to get someone kind of young and flighty to agree to a threesome.  Especially the kind that you have repeatedly.  And, sober.  I scan for a good pic to show Meaghan, but Emily’s a little Facebook shy.  Finally, I agree on one.  I’m a little excited.  This looks good.

“How was the gig?” 
I tell her about Emily, and we have some threesome inspired sex on the couch of our living room, in which Meaghan does what she does best: get me off.  I know regular, penis-in-vagina sex isn’t her favourite, but she sure is good at it.  My heart hurts a little every time, though, knowing that it isn’t getting her off, as well.  It feels selfish.  She tells me she enjoys having my cock in her, and she definitely looks and feels like she does, but I know she’s isn’t going to be happy unless she comes, too.  Which is why I always look forward to this part, when I can make her truly happy.  We turn out the lights; her arm is around me, my head resting on her shoulder.
“Do you want to get off before bed, baby?”
“Mmm, sure,” she purrs.  She never says no.  It’s one of the things I love about her sexuality.  Relentless.  She sleeps naked, so I start at her perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples already hard.  I grope them with one hand, thumbing her nipples back and forth.  
“What do you want me to talk about?”
“Mmm, anything,” she says, arching her back into my hand.  My main job in getting her off, is the talk.  She reaches to the bedside table to grab her vibrator.  I press my hips into her side, feeling myself getting hard again. 
“Do you want me to talk about Emily?”
“Mmm... how about Dirty Masseur?”  She loves Dirty Masseur.  When she gives me the option, usually I talk about something else, just to keep some interest and variance for myself, but when I need to make her come fast, Dirty Masseur is the go to.
“Okay...” I hum, clinically checking out her breasts.  “It seems like you have some tension here.  Do you mind if I touch you on your breasts?”
“Mmm, go ahead,” she sighs, placing the lubricated vibrator on her clit.  Instantly, I see her body relax.
“We need to work the nipples, too.  This will all help you relax, okay?” 
“Mmm, I trust you.”  
“Good.  Now, if it seems like I’m touching you in an odd place, just remember that I’m doing this for your own good, okay?
“Mmm.  Yeah.” 
“I’m doing this all to help you relax.”  I hear the vibe alternating rhythms on her clit, and when I let it bother me, I simultaneous feel relieved, and jealous of it.  I have an quick, easy job because of it, and it takes the pressure of off me to get her off with the vibe, but it buzzes in my ears my inability to do so on my own.  I’ve always been able to get girls off with my dick.  Meaghan does need me; she needs another type of stimulation, other than the vibrator, to make her come.  It can be porn when she’s alone, or the assistance of my presence, touch, or words.  And, I know just where to touch her, as well.
“Mmm,” she moans, bearing down in concentration.  My hand drifts down her side, to her hips and thighs, which she has raised, feet flat on the mattress.  I begin to knead her ass.
“Now, you have no idea how much tension people hold here,” I drone, as I massage her firm butt.  I retrieve my other arm from under her neck, and begin to jerk myself as I do it.  My erection is at full mast, and I feel ecstatic at even my own touch.  A bit of pre-come lubricates the strokes.  “Especially, here,” I continue, my fingers now grazing her asshole.  
“Ohh,” she groans, lost in the role play.  I’ve never met someone that loves dirty talk so much.  I love it, and I love her.
“Do you think you can relax here for me?”
“Ohh.  Yes.”
“Do you feel me touching the outside of your ass?  I know it feels odd, but don’t clench up for me, okay?  Just try to relax.”  I can feel her asshole pulsing, wanting me, wanting to open up.
“Yes.”
“That’s it.  Just like that.  Now, I’m just going to go inside just a little bit.”
“Mmm.”  I lick my finger, and rub her opening in little circles.  Almost like a masseur.  I feel her gorgeous hole reach out to me, drawing me in, and I follow, giving her a couple knuckles.  Just then, she bucks, curling forward, crying out.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Yes!”
“Mmm,” I moan happily, letting go of my cock with the other hand.  I continue to hug her side, fitting against every part of her silhouette, like a puzzle.  She laughs a little bit.  She’s never so happy, as when she’s just came.
“Thank you, my love.”
“Mmm, my pleasure, baby.”
“Are you... good?”  She asks, perhaps noticing my boner pressing against her side.  But, I’ve done exactly what I wanted.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  Go take a shower, then we’ll have a nice hug before bed.”
“Okay,” she smiles, kissing me about a dozen times on the lips, before leaving.  

I love it when she’s happy.  I love it so much. 

v-day BDSM.

We didn't really get anything for each other for Valentine's this year.

We went out to dinner the night before, and I had some old lingerie set aside to wear, but we never got around to it.  So, here we are, ready to go to bed.  I'm removing my clothes, as I sleep in the nude, and he suddenly smacks me on the ass.  I turn around to Nick, naked as well, sexily biting his lip.  

"Bend over."  Smiling to myself, I do as I'm told, elbows on the bed, thinking that it might be a happy Valentine's after all.  He smacks me again, and a warm feeling spreads through my pussy.  I want to touch myself, but wait to see if he'll command me again.  Face against the sheets, I hear him kneel behind me. Then, his face is in my ass.  He kisses my ass cheeks for a brief moment before diving in between them, vigorously licking my asshole.  I feel his saliva coat it, even dripping down towards my pussy, but I'm already getting wet before then.  The immediacy of the act has left me playing catch up, but it won't be long.  I love being dominated.  The desire for this type of aggressive play balances out the lack of physical foreplay.  

He performs analingus to exercise his control over me.  It's something that gives me mixed, intense feelings of both eroticism and embarrassment.  I hate that I love it.  To top it off, Nick stands, and orders me to kiss him afterwards.  His mouth is warm and wet, chin glistening with moisture.  

"Come taste your ass."  I rear up on my knees and he greedily takes my face into his hands, kissing me deeply on the mouth.  Both my ass and pussy are a wet, hot mess.  The sloppy feeling only adds to my shame.  He smacks me again, gripping my ass tightly in his fists.  

"Back on your elbows.  Show me that ass."  My breathing is becoming laboured with arousal.  It's a trial not to be able to express myself.  The sexuality is so pent up, that I crave any touch he'll give me.  A smack, a squeeze, a butt plug.  He spreads my cheeks, and spits in between them.  I moan wildly.  I thrive on being humiliated.  I feel the thick tip of the plug press against my asshole, and I let it in.  He pats it in place, the flared base snug against my opening.  

Nick kneels onto the bed now, to get a better angle.  He moves beside me, and reaches underneath me to touch my pussy.  His fingers move slickly over me, and I shudder, it feels so good.  He fingers my clit, and I'm so wet, it feels like I have lube on me.  I open my eyes, and his thick cock is right beside me now, right beside my face, and I can't help myself.  I lick my lips, and lean forward to take him into my mouth.  My hands remain on the bed, my weight into them, but my wet lips open to suck on the tip while he plays with me.  

Another smack.  But, right across the face, this time.  Not too hard, but enough to shock me into stopping what I'm doing. 

"Did I tell you to do that?"  I shake my head, no, feeling a smile spread across my face.  I press my face into the sheets, hiding it.  The correction gives me as much pleasure as if I got to complete the act.  I vow to try again.   

His fingers move over my pussy's folds, and he carefully removes the plug from my ass.  I groan as he does it, and long for something in its place.  He leans over to the bedside table, for what I can only guess is the lubricant, and his cock once again hovers in front of my face.  I can't contain it; I need to express my sex to him.  I wet my lips, opening them to take the plump tip into my mouth.  Success for a fleeting moment, as I enthusiastically suck on its head a couple times, then another smack.  

"Don't do anything unless I tell you to.  Understand?"

"Yes," I barely manage, through my intense arousal.  Fully smiling, now.  I remain bent over, face pressed against the bed.

"Now, open your ass."  He says, as I feel the cool, fresh lube coat its opening.  Nick deliberately takes his time, rubbing the outside, then pressing the lube into my ass.  The fact that he is above me, watching my asshole eat up the lube the whole time, drives me absolutely crazy with desire.  More taboo feelings of embarrassment.  He applies a bit more on his finger, and presses it inside.  His cock brushes the side of my face, and I like to think that he doesn't even notice, using all his concentration to play with my ass.  As if he gets all the pleasure he needs from seeing me do this.

I feel the plug enter me again; much easier this time.  Nick watches my ass devour the it, pressing it into place.  His hand is back beneath me, fingers sliding over my pussy, while his other rubs the outside of my ass, around the base of the toy.  Oh, God.  I feel myself bearing down, but his thick erection taunts me.  

"Baby, I want your cock in my mouth," I moan.

"You can have it, if you ask nicely."

"Can I suck your cock?"

"Say please."

"Please..." I whine.

"If you say the whole thing."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

"Yes," he replies, quickening the slick movements on my clit.  I wet my lips again, parting them to take him into my mouth.  He only need lean slightly forward, to give me his juicy erection.  It enters me, filling me completely, and I sigh in gratitude.  Rather than suck it, I simply hold it in my mouth, as he plays with my clit and ass.  I moan, mouth full of his cock, while I feel a bead of drool drip of my bottom lip.  Yes.  Fuck, fuck.  I feel it.  His fingers work steadily over me, slipping and sliding over my sensitive folds.  I picture him watching me as before.  Watching me, content in the pleasure of playing with his toy.  Making me his little plaything.  Oh, fuck.  Yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah!  

I groan beyond his cock, coming hard on his hand, a few fingers in which he thrusts into my pussy a couple times as I'm coming.   Everything is withdrawn, and I collapse onto my side.  

"Fuck baby!"

"Mmm.  Nice, baby?"  He asks, stroking my hair.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to let me have your dick."

"Mmm... well, you asked so nicely," he says, kissing me on the mouth.  

"I love you," I say.  

"Happy Valentine's," he responds.  It certainly is, I think to myself.  

valentine's surprise.

"Hmm... What could it be?"  I tease my hubby, Mark, winking as I open his Valentine's gift.

I peel the cellophane wrapping paper back, revealing something pink.  "How appropriate," I remark at the colour, expecting a delicious treat of some kind.  But, when I open the rest, I realize that it's not chocolates or candy at all.  I have to squint to read the label, not exactly realizing what it is yet, only seeing two pink strips of padded, soft material with plastic rings, and Velcro on each end.  

"Love Cuffs," I read aloud.  "Ooo!  Wow, baby.  Are these what I think they are?"

"Yeah!  They're supposed to be the more practical, more comfortable version of handcuffs."

"Mmm, thanks baby," I say, leaning forward for a kiss.

"Happy Valentine's," he says, sweetly, kissing me back.  "Maybe we could..."

"Try them out?" I finish, kissing him again, and smiling.  He only has to hear me rip off the plastic tag in my lap, to laugh at my enthusiasm.  My excited giggling turns into a moan, as our kissing mouths soften and open, touching tongues.  Our lips remain locked, stumbling down our hallway to the bedroom, hands blindly groping each other through our clothes.  My hands go to his hair, holding his face against mine, while his wander from my tits, down to in between my legs.  Bursting through the door, I pull him down on the bed, on top of me, legs wrapping around his waist already.  

I lift my torso off the bed momentarily to remove my sweater, and he seizes the moment to remove his t-shirt as well, pulling it over his head, revealing his familiar toned chest and mid drift.  My legs encourage him to lie on top of me again, wanting to feel his warm skin against mine, and he falls on me, meeting my mouth again.  I unzip his fly and pull his jeans down over his hips, he kicks them off the side of the bed.  His mouth moves down my neck, to my breasts, down my stomach, to where he unbuttons my pants, and pulls them off as well.  We lay mostly naked, our arousal growing exponentially, wrapped in each other, kissing deeply.  I feel his hands search for the cuffs, but I teasingly keep them away from him.  I have something different, and a little devilish, in mind.  

I roll him over, so that I'm straddling his waist.  I kiss him as a diversion, while I place the soft cuffs around his wrists.  I feel his mouth smile as we kiss, and I can't help but giggle at my mischievousness.  I find the bed post, and affix the plastic ring to it.  I kiss him deeply, his hands bound above him by the cuffs, then slowly move down his body.  I lightly suck on his neck, lick his small nipples, teasingly kiss down his muscular stomach, as he arches his back into me, straining to take control.  I pull the elastic waist of his boxer briefs down so that I can lick his hip bones, and he lifts his butt so that I can remove the underwear completely.  But, I don't.  

I saucily raise my finger for him to wait a minute, and leave the bedroom completely.  He strains to see what sexy thing I'm up to, but he's helpless in the cuffs.  I go to the kitchen, and remove the box of his favourite cookies from the cupboard.  I return to the bedroom with them, to his inquisition.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm eating these."

"What?"  He laughs.  "Are you serious?"

"Yes.  I love these things more than you do."

"Aww, really?!!  You're just going to leave me like this?"

Yes, really.  I'll pay him back next time.  Besides, he looks cute like that.

sexamination (part four).

"As in... turn over?" I ask, looking inquisitively at the man in the lab coat.

"If you will," he says, peering over his glasses.  Him and his assistant blow into a new pair of latex gloves, and stretch them onto their hands.  "Flat on your stomach, for now, please."  

I do as I'm told, mind still spinning from the last phase of testing.  "What now," I ponder, the paper beneath my naked body crinkling as I rearrange myself on the examining table.  I lay with my hot cheek against the table, feeling the cool metal through the parchment.  My erect breasts press against it satisfyingly.  I close my eyes for a moment, feeling much more comfortable in this position than the last.  Even so much so, that I long to sneak my hands beneath my pubic bone, and discreetly press myself against them.  Not only do I remain stimulated from the last test, but I can't help but fantasize about what they'll do to me next.  

"If you'll just try to relax for me during this last test," the man in the lab coat says, picking up the clipboard again, and gesturing for the assistant to step in.  "Let me reiterate that we will try to make this as comfortable as possible for you," he goes on, as the woman repositions the lamp so that it points towards my bare ass.  I feel myself moisten, and I've become conscious that I'm wetting the paper beneath me.  

"Alright," I answer, nodding with my ear to the table.  The muscles between my legs tense, as I picture the assistant standing over me, but not in a closed off or tight fashion.  On the contrary, it's as if my pussy is reaching out to her.  Yearning to be touched.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man step to the side with his clipboard, pen poised above it.  Then, I feel the assistant's gloved hands part my ass cheeks slightly, and I can feel my face instantly flush red.  I feel a mix of shame and intense eroticism as she does it.  I picture her looking at my rosebud of an asshole under the scrutiny of the examining light, and my pussy floods onto the table.  I feel her fingers pry my cheeks apart, holding them apart while the man in the lab coat inspects it.  He squints towards me, jotting down some notes while balancing his glasses at the tip of his nose.  I can't imagine what he's writing.  What can he tell by looking at the outside of it?  Does he see the opening tense and relax in nervousness?  Is he noting the colour, cleanliness?  I try to think of the last time I... 

Suddenly he nods, and she lets my ass cheeks go.  I breathe a sigh of relief to no longer be under such intense scrutiny.  I see the man pass the woman something, and I crane my neck to see.  "It's just a bit of lubricant," he says, noticing.  "We're going to test some responses, now."  

The man wheels the cart beside the examining table, with its arrangement of gleaming metal instruments.  He hands her one that looks like a small, thin rod with a flared base.  "You may feel a bit of pressure," he says, as I feel the cold, wet metal suddenly touch my sensitive asshole.  The woman uses one hand to pull my cheek to the side, as she uses the tool to spread the lubricant around my opening.  She circles it around the ridges of my puckered ass, as my pussy pulses below it.  "Now, just try to relax.  We're starting very small."

At that, I feel a small amount of pressure against the opening of my ass, and the lubricant allows the tip of the instrument inside. It feels only about as thick as a finger.  To my surprise, she immediately removes it.  To my continued surprise, I want it back, and I long to touch myself.  The woman gives me a very small amount again, dipping only the very tip of the tool just beyond the tight ring of my opening, then withdraws.  My pussy tightens, reaching.  I feel my moisture coat the table.  "Now, just try and relax for us," the man pipes in, adjusting the light above.  "Try to relax as in goes in and out."  I see him lean in towards my ass, squinting through his glasses, holding the clipboard.  I picture the rod peeking in and out of my asshole, and I have the irresistible urge to rub my clit while this is happening to me.  Just then, the woman does it again, and I try to do as he says.  Relaxing it while she moves the tool in and out, despite wanting to clench onto it.  I truly try to manipulate the opening of my ass, almost pushing towards the tool to remain open.  I peek at his expression out of the corner of my eye, and he seems pleased, furiously taking notes.  "Good," he says.  "Very good."

The assistant hands to small rod to the man in the lab coat, exchanging it for something with a little more girth.  "Same idea," he says.  "Just try to relax for us."  I feel my ass cheek pulled to the side, and fresh, cool lube touch my opening.  This time, it feels similar to the width of a couple fingers.  I feel my asshole tight around the apparatus, and I try to relax the muscles.  The woman keeps the tip of the tool inside for a moment, rather than immediately withdrawing it, perhaps realizing this.  I then feel a gloved finger massage the soft skin of the outside of my asshole, while the apparatus is inside it.  My push floods moisture, and I feel my hips grind into the table.  "Just relax," the man intones again.  "We need you to relax, before we can continue."

If I concentrate on pressing my clit into the examining table, then I almost forget about the apparatus inside my ass.  The woman reminds me by suddenly removing it, then reinserting it, just like before.  The man leans forward, looking over his glasses at my loosening asshole.  I picture what he must see at this point: the instrument gliding in and out easily, without any tension, even remaining open despite the tool being removed.  Maybe there's a bit of space developing there, as well.  The opening of my ass now like a pair of slightly parted lips.  

"Lovely," he says, bring me back to the room.  He hands the assistant a larger tool.  At the quick glimpse I catch, it looks the girth of an erect cock.  "Now, don't change a thing.  You're really doing very well so far."  But, I can't help but clench at the thought of this large device entering me.  The woman coats the it with lube, and begins to rub the tip against my opening, pulling a cheek to the side as she does so.  The man places his clipboard on the table behind him, and aids the woman by spread my cheeks apart with his gloved hands, displaying my rosebud to her.  The intense, mixed feeling of erotic shame returns, as I picture the act in my head.  I feel the apparatus probe my opening, barely welcoming the tip past the tight ring of muscle, and the woman's fingers are again rubbing around it to encourage me to relax.  But, I don't know if I can this time.  Don't get me wrong; I want to, desperately.  But, it's so big. 

The technicians both patiently hold my ass cheeks apart and rub the outside of my filled asshole in turn.  I might be able to take it, if I could just stimulate my clit.  My hips press so hard into the table, desperate to feel pressure against my pussy, it'll probably leave bruises.  The majority of the tool hangs out of my ass like an erect tail, only with the soft touch of the woman's hand guiding it into me.  She swirls the tool gently, massaging the walls of my ass open from the inside out.  "Just relax around it," he assures again.  Having had the new tube inside me long enough to get used to its girth, I again make the effort to relax the muscles, almost pushing myself over the apparatus.  The man holds my ass cheeks apart firmly, making it easier.  "That's it.  Very good."

The woman now takes the chance to remove it, just like before.  A moan leaves my mouth, feeling its absence.  Then, I feel it again, pressing.  I try to remember not to tense as she does it.  I take it surprisingly easily.  My pussy gushes onto the table, and I continue pressing my pelvis against the hard metal.  "Now, keep it open and soft..." He starts, but I'm already doing it.  My asshole must be nice and worked in.  In and out it goes.  "Just hold still.  Don't move.  Don't tense.  Perfect."  He drones, talking as much to me as to himself, at this point.  I feel the device moving inside my asshole with ease, as I try to do as the man says.  I picture my asshole spreading so nicely over the rod, without any tension or movement despite it being removed or filling me, and I feel myself bearing down to come.  I desperately press my pelvis into the paper covered table, and I feel my lubricated lips satisfying slide apart, so that my clit rubs directly against it.  Fuck.  I try to balance the tightness of my hips pressing forward, and the increasing looseness of my ass.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I groan loudly, everything contracting at once, curling to the side until I rest into a fetal position.  She withdraws.

My eyes open, gasping, breathing.  My two technicians remove their gloves.  The man makes a few last notes, and the woman helps me into a sitting position, legs once again hanging off the edge of the examining table.  

"Very good, Janet," the man in the lab coat muses, nodding as he writes.  He then looks up from his clipboard, addressing me directly.  "I believe that's it.  Please see the receptionist outside for your compensation."

"Thank you," I call behind them as they exit.

"Here you are," the receptionist says, handing me the cheque.  "Thank you for participating."  I consider the denomination of three hundred dollars in my hand, turning to walk out, but stop myself.  I turn back to her desk.

"Um... do you have any other studies coming up?"

sexamination (part three).

"Alright, Janet," the man in the lab coat says.  "If you'll lie back for me, and place your feet in the stirrups."

Both the doctor and his female assistant put on a new pair of latex gloves, as I swing my legs around, and lie back on the paper lined examining table.  I'm reluctant to just completely spread my legs for them, so I wait until they're in position.  They have gotten me quite wet with their previous tests, but I'm still nervous for the next part of the examination.  Nervous, and excited.  The purpose for these trials, as far as they've told me, if to test sexual limits.  So far, my jaw is a little sore, but other than that, they've kept me comfortable, as they promised.  The assistant wheels the table of instruments to my side, while the doctor pulls the hanging light into position above my waist, and turns it on.  It shines so brightly, that I have to squint.  Even though it's aimed directly at my genitals.

"If you please," he asks, gesturing to my legs.  I meekly put my feet in the provided stirrups, feeling very exposed.  I try to keep my knees together, but it's difficult in this position.  The man in the lab coat adjusts his glasses, spreads my knees with a gloved hand, and bends to peer at my spread pussy.  He waves the assistant over, and gestures towards me.  The woman takes a look, and jots down a few notes.  This time, I hear his hushed voice say, "engorged clitoris, swollen labia, overall reddening of the vulva..."  The woman glances up towards my chest, and adds something.

"There is some obvious hardening of the nipples."  She turns on a penlight, and looks into my eyes.  "Dilated pupils, flushed face."

"I'm noticing an excess in moisture, here, as well," he continues, peering at my open pussy.  He's right; I know it.  I can feel myself getting wet as they inspect my body.  I long for either of them to touch me; even if it's only for a moment.  To rearrange something, to test something, to take a sample, for any reason.  I picture the way they had that speculum in my mouth, and how the woman massaged my clit.  Wait, the speculum.  I think I can guess where this is going.  The muscles in my pussy tense, as if I'm already trying to grip into it.  "She's ready."

But, to my surprise, the assistant doesn't pick up the tool I expected.  The woman instead places a gloved hand on a large curved piece of polished, gleaming metal, with an enormous spherical head.  

"Again, just try to relax.  We realize that it might be difficult considering the environment, but we will do everything we can to make you as comfortable as possible," the man says, as the woman squirts a healthy dollop of lubricant on the large head of the apparatus.  At that moment, I realize that it's going inside me.  My jaw drops, staring at the instrument.  I've never had something that large inside me, in my entire life.  The woman positions herself below me, and I feel the bulbous head of the tool against my pussy.  It feels cool and slides over the outside of me nicely, but it's sure as hell not going inside any time soon.  I feel the giant thing press against me pleasurably, and I turn my hips into it, so that it's against my opening.  

"That's it," the man says, approaching.  "Nothing to be afraid of."  With that, he reaches a gloved hand over to my lubricated clit, and finds it with his finger.  Immediately, I feel my muscles twitch.  He feels up my engorged clit, rubbing his finger thoughtfully over it, again and again.  His free hand makes a note of my progress on the clipboard, and I feel myself wanting to please him.  Wanting to do well on the test.  The woman continues to push with the dildo-like object, and I feel my muscles reach out to her, trying to draw it in.  But, it's too big.  The man peeks around the appendage, adjusting the examination light, and taking a closer look at my progress.  He makes a "Hmm" sound.  Then continues to finger my clit.

"Good," he remarks.  "Just try to relax."  As the assistant continues to apply steady pressure on the apparatus, the man now switches hands, the lubricated fingers going to one of my nipples.  His other takes over on my rock hard clit, batting it rhythmically from side to side.  Surprisingly, he then leans over to the breast closest to him, and begins to lick its nipple.  With the other finger lubricated, it feels as if both nipples are in someone's mouth.  Yes!  I close my eyes now, muscles twitching, curling forward to match the pressure against my pussy.  I want it inside me, and thrust against it.  The man steadily works my clit, and both nipples, and I almost can't take it anymore.  I'm beside myself with desire, my pussy beginning to soak the paper beneath me. I see the woman trying to work the massive thing inside me, then it suddenly seems to break through, finally bypassing my narrow vaginal walls, and jutting deep into me.  

"Good," the man says, again.  "Very good, Janet."  I breathe a sigh of relief that it's in, and find it easy to bear down on it.  The head is so big, that it fills me completely, and my g-spot has nowhere to hide.  The man keeps stimulating me, while the woman begins to rock the appendage, so that the enormous head pushes against my special spot.  I can feel the familiar urge to pee, that a g-spot orgasm is accompanied by.  My hands grip the edges of the examining table.  Yes.  Yes, yes!  Almost...  

Then, they suddenly stop.  The man in the lab coat withdraws his hands and mouth from my nipples and clit, while the woman simultaneously takes her hands off the metal apparatus.  It hangs out of me, the handle hovering, sparkling in the intense examination light.  I realize I'm breathing heavily, and take a deep sigh to try and regulate it.  The man takes off his gloves, and bends to make a few notes.    

"Don't tense up, now," the woman says, as she angles the appendage for removal.  But, I can't help it.  My pussy grips onto it, wanting to keep it inside me, wanting so badly to come on its enormous head.  She struggles, and it finally pops out.  I gasp.  

"Alright, Janet," the man says, putting down the clipboard, and placing a bare hand on my shoulder. "You're doing very well."

"May we ask you to turn onto your stomach, for the final phase of testing?"

secret santa.

Yay!  This year my workplace is doing Secret Santas!  

I work as a server in a restaurant, so most of the people working front of house with me are around my age, and for the most part, attractive.  And, I really like the majority of them, too!  My Secret Santa is Jeffery.  A tall, quiet, handsome sweetheart, but I would never approach him.  I'm way too intimidated.  He's that perfect.  

I went to a lot of trouble to get him a nice gift, needless to say.  He's an aspiring writing and a big reader, so I got him the new book he's been excitedly talking about.  I stood outside the bookstore the day it came out, at the location that had the author in store for a signing.  I waited in line for hours and got a personal message written for him.  I can't wait until he opens it! 

"So, what did you get for your Secret Santa?"  I flirt, the next day at work.

"Well... I can't give away who it is, but I got something pretty thoughtful, I think."

"Aww, that's sweet!"  I fawn, secretly hoping that it's me.  "So, this is someone you're pretty close to?"

"Hmm, yeah.  Close-ish.  I'd like to hang out sometime.  Maybe this present will be a game changer... Who knows?" He jokes.  I laugh; maybe a little too much.  He's got to be talking about me.  I mean, I know he's out of my league, but that doesn't mean we can't hang out, right?  What are the odds that we both drew each other?!  It's fate.  "What about you?"

"My gift is also very personal.  It wasn't over the spending limit, but it took me hours to get... So, it's pretty special."

"Wow.  I'm interested to see.  I'm sure they'll love it."  

"Hopefully!"  I say, trying not to sound too suspicious.  Did I just wink?  Crap, I'm so bad at this...

Our last day at work comes, before the holidays, and we all sit down to open our presents.  Most people open generic gifts like candles, chocolate, or scarves.  Finally, I see Jeffery open his present out of the corner of my eye.  I can't help the smile on my face.  I see his expression light up, then tell the person next to him about how he had wanted this book.  Then, he goes back to having a personal moment, turning the novel over and reading the back, then flipping open the first page.  Another surprised expression when he sees the signature.  I hear him read it aloud.

"Jeffery.  From one writer to another.  Wow!  I can't believe it..."  I smile from ear to ear, trying to avert my eyes, but he glances at me.  I wink again, God dammit!  Way to be discreet, Angie.  

With his eyes on me, I start to open my gift from him.  I slowly peel the tape off the paper, so as not to rip it.  It's cylindrical in shape, and I haven't the slightest idea of what it could be.  Then, I see a flash of colour.  Bright pink.  I love pink!  What is it?  I anxiously rip the rest of the paper open, but when I see what's inside, I quickly close it again.  My face flushes red.  Did I just see what I thought I saw?  I discreetly back peek inside.  Really?  Oh my god.  One more time.  I open the flap, then immediately shut it.  No, no, there's nothing mistaking that.  It's definitely a neon pink dildo.  

"What did you get, Angie?"  The coworker beside me asks, jokingly elbowing me in the side.  My friend Jane.  We've gotten closer over the past few months, so I feeling bad lying to her, but it's just too embarrassing.  And, my mind is racing.  Why would Jeffery get me a dildo?  He's so soft spoken, I would have never thought...

"Well...?

"Oh, a candle."

"Oh.  Really?  Not something more fun?"

"Nope.  Not this year.  Probably someone's write off."

"Yeah.  Right.  That sucks."

"So, Jeffery... About the secret Santa gift..."  I pull him aside, afterwards.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you!  Did you like yours?"

"Uh... Well, yes!"  I say, awkwardly.  I really can't believe someone this amazing would be interested in me.  Let alone being so forward in wanting to sleep with me!  What a kinky gesture.  Seriously!  

"Great.  I loved mine, by the way.  You really outdid yourself."

"Aww, well.  You're welcome.  So, listen... Would you like to come back to my place for a Christmas cocktail or something?"  I feel stupid asking, considering that I should take it for granted with the present, but I still just can't come right out and say it.  I'm that smitten.

"That would be nice," he responds sweetly.  Always the gentleman, despite this exciting sexy quality I'm seeing in him.  

I pour us two glasses of the only liquor I have in my apartment, and join him on the couch.  We chat about Christmas plans, the holiday parties we host at work, co workers, and eventually what our suspicions were about everyone's Secret Santas.  

"Well, I have to admit I was a little confused at my gift."

"Oh?"

"Well, I loved it, of course.  But, I don't even know what we would really... be doing with it."

"What do you mean?"  

"Well, I thought that it would be for a night alone, if you know what I mean!"  I wink, and can't help myself from giggling.  He chuckles as well, but questions my stance.  

"It doesn't have to be.  We could take it out right now, if you wanted to.  It might be nice, for the mood."

"Okay..." I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him.  He sheepishly shrugs, and I just fall in love with him, I swear to god.  I had no idea he was so open about sex.  I take his cue, and lean in for a kiss.  His eyebrows raise as if he's impressed with my forwardness, but I'm only following suit.  Maybe he's pleased that I'm as open about it all as he is. 

Our lips part, and he reciprocates the perfect kiss; not too much tongue, but it delicately slips into my mouth every so often, almost by mistake.  My pulse is racing at finally touching him, and I struggle to remain cool.  Perhaps too eager, I unbutton my collared work shirt, and slip it off my arms as smoothly as possible.  I close my eyes, hoping he's doing the same as I fumble with it.  I peek, and he is!  He's quickly removing the exact same shirt from his own back, as are kisses get a little more open and wet.  

I stand to undo my pants, and step out of them, and he rises to do the same.  Our identical clothing litters the floor of the couch as I grab the loosely wrapped present in my grip, and take Jeffery by the hand.  The big smile on my face is impossible to hide.  I think I actually prance in my underwear towards the bedroom.

When we get there, I place the wrapped dildo on the bedside table, and lie down.  Luckily, he joins me, and we're soon enveloped by each other's arms, and furiously making out.  I feel myself immediately moisten, and lift my knee up beside him, wanting to feel as much of myself up against him as possible.  His hands drift to my ass, pulling my hips against him.  The muscles between my legs tighten, almost reaching out towards his dick.  I feel his erection twitch, and I continue to wonder what on earth we would need a dildo for!  He palms one of my breasts, but I'm wearing my silly overly padded bra that I only wear to work, due to the unflattering dress shirts.  I quickly take that off too, so that I can feel his hands on my bare breasts.  He smiles at the reveal, and goes back in for a kiss, pressing himself against me, sandwiching my tits between our torsos.  I moan just being against him, ecstatic and disbelieving to have my dream come true.  He plays with my nipples, which harden instantly at his touch.  My hands go to his hair, but my leg wraps around his hip, pulling his pelvis into me.  I feel myself get wetter and wetter, and part from him to roll onto my back, lifting my hips and removing my underwear.  I still can't believe that this is happening.  Assuming it's time, I reach for the dildo.  

His expression is surprised, though in a sexy way, and I almost take it back, thinking it's too soon.  But, he takes it from me without question.  He positions himself below me, kissing my body as he descends, planting wet kisses on my breasts, ribs, stomach, then hips, and thighs.  Each kiss makes my pussy ache in anticipation.  He kisses the insides of my thighs, so I naturally part my legs.  His kisses turn wetter, almost like licks, and he does it to my mound, making me press it into his face.  I feel his tongue slip between my lips, and I convulse at the sensitivity.  He teases me this way, licking my clit sporadically, causing me to giggle, and grab his head.  I pull him against my pussy, and he suddenly latches onto my clit, and gently sucks.  Holy fuck!  He's so good.  I have to stop myself from bucking.

Then, I feel it.  The tip of the dildo probing my opening.  I grow even wetter just thinking about how kinky this is; picturing him down there, holding it perpendicular to me.  My muscles contract, wanting to draw it in.  He gives me a little more, lips still sealed around my clit, and I feel myself pushing open and down, flexing towards it.  He puts a little more pressure on the dildo, and I take it easily.  I use my feet to pull his shoulders closer, encouraging him to give me the whole thing.  Then, oh!  It gets there.  Right against my g-spot.

He uses a little more suction on my clit, and I start to moan like a crazy person.  He starts to thrust the dildo into me, and I feel it graze my g-spot again and again.  "Yeah," I breathe, every time it hits.  He teases me for a while like that, letting the toy almost leave me completely before thrusting in again, and I start to laugh again.  But, he knows.  Halfway through my giggle, he plunges it deep, and begins to move it in a massaging motion, so the tip rubs exclusively against my g-spot.  I sigh in relief, and feel myself bear down already.  He doesn't dare stop what he's doing, as I become almost silent, concentrating.  Then, I seem to push and open up at the same time, muscles contracting all at once, and I scream out, coming hard on the dildo.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!!"

After I calm down, I giggle once again.  "I can't believe you got me a dildo!!  You're nuts!  I love it."

"Uh, I wasn't your Secret Santa, Angie.  Jane told me you got a candle..."

sexamination (part two).

Before I know it, an older man in a lab coat follows her in, eyes focussed on the chart on his hand.  I sit up, expectantly.

“Let’s see... Janet?”  He asks.

“Yes,” I confirm.

“I want to thank you for coming in.  Human sexuality is such an under researched field, but we’re beginning to make leaps in the trials we’ve been conducting here at this facility.”  He glances back to the clipboard, flipping through the pages.  “Well, everything looks good, here.  Shall we continue?”  Now more than ever, my curiosity wills me to.

“Sure.”

“Alright.  Let’s start with your mouth.  If you’ll open for me,” he offers.  The woman hands him the small flashlight, and he takes a quick look, just as she did before.  But, this time, his gloved thumb caresses my bottom lip.  I slightly taste the chalky powder from the inside of the latex glove.  My reflex is to close my mouth, but he continues to hold the flashlight, peering inside.  He takes his time, until I feel the need to swallow.  As if reading my mind, he hooks his thumb slightly over my bottom tooth to hold it open.  I feel a bead of drool accumulate behind my lip, and he looks to the assistant, who makes a note on the chart.  His thumb drifts towards it, then wipes it across my bottom lip, using the saliva to rejuvenate the dryness.  

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”  I shake my head.  Then, at his nod, the woman walks around us, to the tray of instruments.  She selects a speculum looking device, and hands it to her superior.  “Now, this is a specialized tool used to measure dilation.  We’ll be looking at depth as well as width.”  His finger continues to hold my mouth open, so I am unable to answer verbally, but I nod slightly.  “My counterpart will assist me in making this comfortable for you.  It is integral to the test that you are in a relaxed state, so she is here to ensure that.”  With the one hand he has available, he inserts the closed device carefully into my mouth.  The metal feels cold, but welcome.  My mouth is drying up, and it’s almost like a cool drink of water.  Just when I think the apparatus is going too deep, he stops. The woman takes a look with the flashlight, and makes a note of the measurement.

“You may close your lips around it,” he informs me, and I silently thank him for it.  The woman then comes to my other side, and only when her superior nods affirmatively, she moves a gloved hand in between my legs.  I feel her palm press against my pubic bone again, her fingers cupping down towards my pussy.  I try to look at what she is doing, but the apparatus is in the way.  

“That’s good,” the man says, encouragingly.  “Just try to relax.”  I feel her other hand begin to stimulate an already rock hard nipple, and I feel myself moisten.  The woman makes eye contact with her supervisor, and he moves to adjust the device in my mouth.  It lengthens slightly, so that I can feel it tickle the back of my throat.  He makes another note with his free hand.  “Good, Janet.  And now, the width.”

At that, he cranks the device open, but not so much that I can’t still close my lips around it.  I feel the woman’s fingers venture from my the outside of my pussy, to in between my lips now, and I shudder in the pleasure of her touching that sensitive area.  He turns the dial again, opening the speculum another half inch.

"That's good, Janet," he says again.  "Let's see if we can get you open a little further."  This time, he not only widens the device, but adds a little more length.  I feel it touch the back of my throat, which causes my gag reflex to tense up.  "That's okay," he says.  "Just try to relax."  My clit must have hardened, because the assistant now bats it back and forth with ease.  I fight the urge to moan, but find my throat making a faint gurgling sound behind the device.

"And, one more, if we can," he offers, before opening the tool to its capacity.  My cheeks are completely tightened now, stretched over it as far they will go.  He peers into my mouth with the flashlight, taking another reading for his clipboard.  The woman is massaging my clit rhythmically, while her supervisor takes a gloved finger and tests my mouth for moisture.  His hand glides over my tongue and lips momentarily, and I long to close my mouth around them.  He then signals to the woman, and they simultaneously release the speculum from my mouth, and decease stimulation.  I unconsciously make a sigh, mixed with surprise and yearning to continue.  They both snap their gloves off on either side of me, as if in stereo, and I rub my jaw a moment.  

"Very good," he says, raising his eyebrows and finishing up some notes.  I still don't know what exactly that was, but I'm glad I passed.  

"Let's continue, shall we?"

sexamination.

“Janet?”

“Yes?”

“We’re ready for you.”

I came across the online ad for a scientific study that was “sexual in nature”.  Compensation ranged from $200-$400.  I was perusing the classifieds, looking for work at the time, so it sounded appealing.  I’ve always been very open about my sexuality, and immediately felt excited about exploring it further.  I phoned to inquire, and the woman on the phone seemed professional and friendly.  She described a series of tests that involved testing sexual limits over the period of an hour or so, and assured me that while some of it might be slightly uncomfortable for a short time, as is the nature of pushing one’s boundaries, that generally candidates have an overall pleasant experience.     

The receptionist leads me down a white hallway, to a sterile looking room, much like a large doctor’s office.  There is a metal reclining table at it’s centre, covered with the paper you might find on a hospital bed while getting an exam.  The bulbous head of a movable dental light comes down from the ceiling but remains dark, and a small side table has been recently disinfected.  There is a row of three chairs along the periphery.    

“Please remove your clothing, and place it on this chair,” she states, though warmly.  “You may cover up with this, if you wish,” she continues, handing me a cotton medical gown.  The woman retreats to a cabinet on the wall, places latex gloves on her hands, then arranges several metal tools on a lined tray.  I can barely see around her, as she is facing away from me, but I catch a familiar glimpse of a speculum.  I slowly begin to remove my clothing as she speaks.

“Now, as I relayed to you on the phone, the idea is to test limits.  That said, we will do everything to make you comfortable as possible, as these limits often require the candidate to relax.  I know it might be difficult considering the environment, but just try to imagine yourself in a comfortable place.”  She turns, with the array of instruments displayed before her.  Most, I don’t recognize, and I don’t want to stare.  I see their metal catch the light out of the corner of my eye.  Some of them look quite large upon a small glance.  I’ve opted out of the gown, placing it on the table behind me, so I stand there completely naked.  “Please, sit,” she says, gesturing to the table.  “Make yourself comfortable.  I’ll need to do a couple preliminary tests for my supervisor.”

She breathes on the stethoscope before listening to my heart, but it remains a little cold.  She takes my blood pressure, inspects my skin, and peers into my mouth with a flashlight.  She records everything on a clipboard.  It seems just like a doctor’s physical exam, when she touches my breasts.  She could be searching for lumps like my GP does, but it feels very different.  As she takes them into her hands, her thumbs graze the nipples, making them stand straight out.  She nods, recording something on her clipboard.  I try to see what she has written, but she places it back down behind her.  I readjust on the table, the paper making a crinkling sound beneath my bare ass.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, if that's alright."

"Sure," I nod.  

"These may seem personal in nature, but I assure you they will be kept confidential, and we encourage to answer them as honestly and openly as possible."  At this, she looks up at me from her clipboard.

 "Yep.  No problem."

"Great.  You consider your orientation to be straight, I believe?" 

"Yes."

"Alright," she says scanning for the proper page.  "Please answer a simple yes or no to the following.  Have you ever had sex, in the traditional sense?"

"Yes," I smile.

"Sorry, we have to start at the beginning," she smiles back.  "How many times would you say.  Between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"

"25 plus."

"Have you ever performed oral sex on a man?"

"Yes."
"Again, between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"
"25 plus, definitely."  She smiles.

"Alright.  Had anal sex?"

"Yes," I say after a pause.  I feel myself blush.

"How many times, would you say?  Between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"

"Uh... Between 5 and 25?"

"Alright, thank you," she says, making a note.  She turns the page.  "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Yes," I chuckle.  She smiles.

"Again, starting at the beginning.  Have you ever had an orgasm via manual stimulation?"

"Yes."

"Via oral stimulation?"

"Yes."

"Via vagina penetration, with or without manual stimulation?"

"Yes."

"With a vibrator?"

"Yes."  

"During anal stimulation, with or without vaginal stimulation?"

"Uh... yes."

"During anal sex?"

"No."  She writes something down.  

"If you'll lie down for me," she says, smiling.

I half expect her to put my feet in the stirrups, but she only puts the palm of her hand on my mons, and applies a small amount of pressure.  At this, my clitoris seems to come alive.  She moves her hand slightly around in a circle, pressing firmly now on my mound.  I find myself pressing back; almost thrusting towards her hand.  She does this for a minute or so, and the pleasure she is giving me is unmistakable.  I look forward the next step of the test, but she abruptly stops, momentarily presses a gloved finger between my lips near my opening, then withdraws.  She observes the wetness accumulated on her fingers by gently rubbing her forefinger and thumb together, then jots something down on her clipboard.  "Great," she says, snapping her latex gloves off. 

 "I'll fetch my supervisor, and we'll get started."