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Lollipop For A Good Boy

Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: JoAnneWiley, Rating: 22, Source: LushStories

returned to the side of the examination table looking rejuvenated. “Prison Experience,” she announced. “And I can promise it won’t hurt.” “Prison Experience?” “Uh-huh. Prostate. You're young but it's never too early. She walked to her desk, snapped on a glove and applied lubricant along the length of a finger. “Legs up on the table, on your side, fetal position.” Tim pulled his legs up. She bent and he felt her gingerly separate his buttocks and place a fingertip on his anus. Pressure built until the muscle relented and he felt the full length of a finger slide into his rectum. It was a wonderful feeling after the sharp prodding. Mostly because an amazingly forceful woman was doing the exploring. She relaxed the tensed muscles with long direct strokes, using the full length of her finger. “Am I hurting you?” she voice floated up to him through a feeling of sleepy contentment. “No. It feels nice, actually.” “Too bad. I charge extra for that.” Tim was still in his dreamy state but aware of the partial ... withdrawal, the finger curling. She found the tender spot and massaged it. What an incredible sensation: The light manipulation, the soft rotation. And then she was pushing deep again, taking up the rhythm that had no other purpose than to please him. When her finger finally receded, she left him feeling empty and alone. Drifting. He wanted to reach out for her, have her hold his genitals in one of those large lovely hands. Mother him. “Last order of business,” he surfaced. “I want a sperm count and run some tests,” she said without looking at his eyes, “because of the situation with your testicles. I’m going to ask you provide a sample for the lab.” She held a small glass dish. “Damn,” he sighed, resigned. “It's embarrassing.” “Would it be better if I do it?” “You would do that?” She nodded and slipped the top two buttons of the lab coat. Her breasts shifted. “You can touch my nipples.” “I thought I was getting a sucker?” “You get that too.” And she leaned a breast toward his lips. “ Titty -fruity.”