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Chapter 25 Doctor Myers
“Who are you,” asked Stacy waking up looking into the handsome face of the young black man whose stethoscope was placed directly between her naked breasts. A quick glance around informed her she was back in her dorm room. She was completely nude lying on her own bed. For that she felt enormously grateful.
“He’s a doctor, Stacy, a resident at the hospital,” said Portia standing beside the bed looking worried.
“How long have I been out,” asked Stacy?
“It’s 10:00 Sunday morning. Faye and two of her friends brought you here around eight. I got worried when I couldn’t wake you. I called Gary and asked him to examine you.”
“Let’s check your vitals,” said Gary wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Stacy’s arm. “What kind of drugs did you take?”
“None, I was given a shot that knocked me out,” said Stacy. “Are you a real doctor?”
“That’s what my medical diploma from Tuffs says. I’m doing my residency at Mass General. I’m Gary Myers. One twenty eight over seventy six, not bad.”
“Gary and I play together at a jazz club in Charlestown. He’s an incredible reed man,” said Portia. “Roll over, Stacy, and let Gary look at your butt.”
“Here, let me help,” said Gary taking Stacy gently by the shoulders and helping her to turn.
“How could just turning over hurt so much,” said Stacy once she was on her stomach.
“Somebody worked your derriere over pretty good,” said Gary lightly touching Stacy’s striped rear.
“Thirty swats with a brass studded leather paddle the length of a baseball bat,” said Stacy.
“It looks like raw hamburger. Shit, I knew I should have gone with you,” said Portia. “From now on, I’m going to be there to watch your back, no, your ass.”
“How bad is it,” asked Stacy trying to look over her shoulder?
“Not as bad as it looks,” said Gary. “I have an ointment that should help reduce the redness and swelling.”
“It’s red and blistered,” echoed Portia. “But it’ll heal.”
“Can I make the diagnosis or did you become a doctor in your spare time,” asked Doctor Myers smiling at Portia?
“Sorry,” said Portia.
“Portia said you were into S&M,” said Gary squeezing some ointment onto his gloved hand then gently rubbing it on Stacy’s rear.
“What I said was that you were at an S&M party,” said Portia.
“I plan to swear off S&M for the rest of my life. Gary, I owed somebody a favor and agreed just this once to attend as her slave. It was a very painful experience.”
“And to show her appreciation, she blistered your ass,” said Gary.
“No, it wasn’t her. I was sold at a slave auction to raise money for charity. The Mistress who bought me did that along with some even worse things.”
“Faye asked, no she begged me, to ask you not to tell Mike what happened,” said Portia. “She seemed very worried. She said if you were really hurt, Mike would chop her tits off with a fire axe and make her eat them. She left her number for you to call when you’re feeling well enough. She wants to apologize.”
“Anything else I need to look at,” asked Gary. “There’s a bruise on your cheek.”
“She, no he, slapped me,” said Stacy. “But I’ve still got all my teeth.”
“I thought it was domina only,” said Portia. “The Ladies of Leather let a male dominant play.”
“Not knowingly, this tall dominatrice, Mistress Charlize, who bought me at auction was actually a cross dresser with a very large cock. In fact it was the largest I’ve ever seen. It didn’t look human,” said Stacy.
“And you got to try out this phenomena,” asked Portia?
“In all three orifices and that was after he tortured me with electricity in my vagina and rectum. But first, he lectured me about how we have to thank the Gestapo for introducing modern electrical torture. He spoke with a British accent and he said he went to Oxford. It was the most painful intercourse ever. It made losing my virginity seem like a cake walk.”
“Sounds like you had one hell of an evening,” said Gary screwing the cap back on the ointment and handing the tube to Portia. “Electrical torture hurts. I’ve treated patients who were introduced to Sparky then forced to have intercourse. The muscles lining the vagina are not in any condition for penetration. That’s why it’s popular with electro freaks. First you shock the hell out of a girl’s pussy then you fuck it to make her scream.”
“It was to quote Mistress Charlize, hell on earth. When he was shocking different body parts I reached the point I wanted to die in the worst way. I hurt everywhere now,” said Stacy. “Especially when I move.”
“Joint pain,” asked Gary?
“Yes, it hurts to move my little finger and my little toe
“I am going to examine you thoroughly. It will hurt. Breathe normally and try to relax,” said Gary. “You could have broken something.”
Stacy took deep breaths to control the pain as Gary carefully probed and felt every part of her body.
“Hold her ankles,” said Gary lifting Stacy’s legs. Portia took Stacy’s ankles and gently pulled them to her chest.
“Your pussy is red as a fire engine,” said Portia.
“Mistress Charlize said it was bleeding so he kindly took his super cock out of my vagina and stuck it up my ass,” said Stacy.
“Take a deep breath,” said Gary as he inserted a speculum in Stacy’s vagina.
“You should be used to that,” said Portia.
“You make a habit of gynecological exams,” asked Gary shining a flashlight inside Stacy.
“I recent repaid another favor by visiting a friend’s father in prison on conjugal day. I was selected for a cavity search. And I’m a favorite for a full body search when I fly.”
“Pretty girl syndrome,” said Gary. “If you ever visit our ER, the residents will examine you very thoroughly.”
“Only the men residents,” said Portia.
“And the lesbians,” said Gary peering into Stacy’s vagina. “I don’t see anything that requires stitches.”
“Thank God,” said Stacy.
“Let me look. I’ve never seen the inside of a pussy before,” said Portia. “Mind if I get my camera and take a few images for my scrap book?”
“Very funny,” said Stacy.
“There are some abrasions but nothing that needs suturing. Avoid vaginal penetration for a week,” said Gary removing the disposable speculum and tossing it into the trashcan.
“I don’t know whether I can go a whole week without a fuck,” said Stacy. “I suppose blow jobs will have to do.”
“Your sphincter also shows signs of recent entry,” said Gary applying surgical lubricant to an anal speculum.
“Only by fingers, tongues, oversized dildos and giant cocks, I’m surprised it still closes,” said Stacy.
“Breathe deep,” said Gary easing the device past Stacy’s rosebud.
“Maybe we should give up anal,” said Portia. “The problem is that I adore a good ass fuck.”
“It’s a generational thing. My mother has never allowed my father to enjoy her anally,” said Stacy. “Maybe that’s why he occasionally strays.”
“Odd that you know that,” said Portia.
“My mother insisted I have a thorough education in human sexuality. And being a doctor, she was incredibly graphic and detailed. She even gave me a book showing the results of untreated STDs,” said Stacy.
“I remember that book from med school. I was afraid to touch a pussy for weeks,” said Gary.
“It was a stomach turner,” said Stacy.
“I learned through trial and error,” said Portia. “So why is she opposed to anal?”
“Easier to transmit an STD plus she believes it is for the man’s pleasure not the woman’s,” said Stacy.
“She should try it before she condemns it,” said Portia.
“I’ll pass that on to her. My Dad would certainly endorse your suggestion.”
“Stacy’s parents are famous doctors. Her mother is an allergist and her dad is a heart surgeon,” said Portia.
“Oh, I didn’t know I was treating the daughter of medical royalty. I’ve heard of the Doctors Todd. Are you pre-med?” said Gary.
“No, pre-law, I figure there are enough Todd’s flashing their Caduceus around,” said Stacy.
“Your rectum is slightly inflamed, no anal penetration for at least a week,” said Gary removing the speculum.
“I’ll die of horniness,” said Stacy.
“Explain the needle mark,” said Gary looking at a small red dot on Stacy’s upper arm.
“That’s how Mistress Charlize knocked me out after they were finished. I lost consciousness seconds after the injection,” said Stacy.
“Faye said they found you unconscious lying on the floor. Mistress Charlize had vanished,” said Portia.
“As far as I can tell, there’s nothing broken. People subjected to electrical torture sometimes get stress fractures from the extreme contractions of the muscles caused by the electricity,” said Gary after completing the exam.
“You’ve seen this before,” asked Portia.
“I did my internship in the Bronx, New York. The use of electricity is more common in the S&M world than you would think. It doesn’t leave any marks and like Stacy says pure agony. Portia, here are thirty tablets of Vicodin. Give her two tablets every six hours,” said Gary handing Portia a plastic pill bottle.
“So Stacy’s okay,” asked Portia?
“It appears that way. Respiration and pulse are normal. There are minor scrapes and contusions in the lining of the vagina and rectum but they should heal in a few days. But if you aren’t feeling much better in twenty four hours, you should check yourself into Brigham & Women’s for a complete set of diagnostics,” said Gary as he reached down to pull a buzzing pager off his belt.
“Damn, they need me in the ER,” said Gary looking at the pager as he removed his gloves and tossed them in a nearby trash receptacle.
“You’ve got to leave now,” asked Portia sounding disappointed?
“Yes, I was hoping to spend some time with my favorite piano player,” said Gary putting his arm around Portia and kissing her.
“How about a quickie,” asked Portia grinding her pelvis against Gary’s leg as she rubbed his cock?
“Where? Is there an empty dorm room we could use,” asked Gary.
“You’re not becoming shy? Are you? We’ll do it here. Stacy doesn’t mind. She likes to watch. Don’t you, Stacy?”
“Go ahead. I’ll watch. I’d make it a threesome if I wasn’t so damn sore,” said Stacy.
“All right, but I don’t have much time,” said Gary looking again at his watch.
“Blow your load and leave. No reciprocity required. Come by next week for a leisurely three way in which Miss Todd and I will drain you of every drop of your essence,” said Portia falling to her knees in front of Gary. She quickly unbuckled his belt.
“All right, I can check on Stacy’s progress,” said Gary.
“Isn’t it awesome,” asked Portia as she fished a long black cock out of Gary’s trousers and waved it in Stacy’s direction?
“It’s gorgeous. I’d jerk it off if my hands didn’t hurt,” said Stacy feeling aroused in spite of her condition.
“How does it compare with the transvestite who screwed you last night,” asked Portia before passing her pink tongue over Gary’s mushroom shaped cock head.
“Esthetically, Gary’s is far more attractive. But, candidly, Mistress Charlize’s was the largest cock I’ve ever seen. It was unnaturally long and thick. It was ugly too. When he throat fucked me, I could feel scars along the sides,” said Stacy moving her hand to her sex and gently rubbing it as she watched Portia lick the head of Gary’s cock.
“Implants,” said Gary his eyes closed as Portia sucked his cock and licked his balls.
“They can do that,” asked Portia taking Gary’s erect cock out of her mouth to flick her tongue across his piss hole?
“Doctor Adrian Kenner in Los Angeles developed a surgical technique that involves saline implants to make the male penis longer and thicker. He charges thirty thousand but guarantees you will be nicknamed tripod,” said Gary kicking off his loafers as he sat down on Portia’s bed.
“Sounds painful, does he have many takers?” asked Stacy.
“Six month waiting list and he has three surgeons working for him. I’d say the good doctor is pulling in three to five million a year. Did his balls match his cock?”
Stacy thought for a minute before answering, “Yes, they looked like grapefruits.”
“He had the complete surgery. Kenner gets another ten grand if you want your testicles to be in proportion,” said Gary. “He inserts saline pouches to give you a pair of very large low hangers.”
“You can’t put a grapefruit in your mouth and suck it but you can one of these,” said Portia taking one of Gary’s testicles in her mouth and starting to hum. “Recognize the tune?”
“It’s Cole Porter but I can remember the title,” said Gary. “I want to fuck you. Let’s get on the bed.”
“Mind If I Make Love To You,” said Portia pulling her shirt over her head. Portia’s ringed nipples had obviously been aroused by her oral ministrations to Gary’s cock.
“Stacy, did you know your roommate is a musical encyclopedia, an incredible artist, and a future composer of fabulous music,” asked Gary pulling his shirt over his head to display an imposing physique.
“Portia’s a genius at music and a dear friend. I don’t know what I’d do without her,” said Stacy reaching into her vagina to wet her fingertips before spreading her fluids over her clitoris.
“You failed to mention that I am a talented cocksucker and a very hot fuck,” said Portia before taking Gary’s cock deep in her throat.
“Oh that’s good. Let’s get naked and sixty-nine,” said Gary pushing his trousers down.
Stacy slowly stroked her sex as the two doffed their remaining apparel and took a position in the center of Portia’s bed. Portia’s white skin made a strong and erotic contrast with Gary’s ebony complexion. Stacy slowly let her arousal build as she watched Portia in the superior position suck Gary’s virile manhood. All the while, Gary was noisily applying his mouth to Portia’s heavily ringed sex.
Stacy masturbated as she watched her roommate and Gary perform mutual oral. In spite of her condition, her hand became a blur when the two lovers switched to the missionary position.
There is something intensely erotic about watching those two fuck thought Stacy. They’re so animalistic. You can feel their lust. And I love the way he’s slamming his cock in her as she clings to him.
Stacy started to climax as she watched. Portia’s tiny feet were ankle locked around Gary’s waist pulling him into her each time he thrust down. His ebony flesh glistened with perspiration.
“Gonna blow,” cried Gary, as he became a blur pounding his cock in Portia’s hole a half dozen times before reaching his orgasm.
His energy spent. He rolled off Portia and lay there catching his breath.
“Shit, I got to get going or the Department Head will have my ass,” said Gary looking at his watch then leaning over to kiss Portia. “Hate to cum and run. That was fabulous as always.”
Gary hopped out of bed and began to dress.
***
“Here, put this in the slot,” said Stacy removing a plastic card from her purse and handing it to Portia. It was late in the same afternoon.
“Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia when Stacy said she had something to show her and a short drive was necessary.
“Vicodin gets you up for anything. You’ll have to drive,” said Stacy.
They were a few blocks from campus at a high-rise residence on Cambridge’s Memorial Drive. The heavy gate slowly rose allowing them to drive into the building’s parking garage.
“The security system is state of the art. Park in Space Twenty Two,” said Stacy once they were inside the garage.
“So what is it you want to show me,” asked Portia as they exited the car.
“You’ll see,” said Stacy heading toward the elevator.
Once on the elevator, Stacy inserted the card in another slot then pushed the button for the twelfth floor after placing her thumb on a glass platen. “Welcome, Ms. Todd,” said a digitized voice from a speaker in the elevator ceiling.
“Biometrics, unless your thumb print is in the computer, you can’t get the elevator to work,” said Stacy.
“Impressive, the computer knows you. But why are we here,” asked Portia?
“I don’t want you to go back to Trenton this summer. I know I’m being selfish but I need you with me,” said Stacy.
“I wish I could stay but we have to be out of the dorm when school ends in three weeks and there’s no way I can afford to rent in Cambridge,” said Portia.
“I know and that’s why I’ve arranged for us to house, actually condo, sit,” said Stacy as the elevator arrived at their floor.
“In this place?”
“The owners are friends of my parents. They’re both doctors too. He’s accepted the directorship of an international organization that provides free health care to third world countries. For the next three years, they’ll be living in Zurich and traveling all over the world.”
“So we’d live here free,” asked Portia as they stepped into the fully furnished penthouse condominium?
“Yes, we have to take good care of the place. Mind the two cats and the dog and make sure the maid keeps the place clean,” said Stacy.
“There’s a maid?”
“Yes, Lucia, but she’s only here from nine to four weekdays,” said Stacia.
“I can’t do this.”
“Why not? I was counting on you. This would be your bedroom,” said Stacy sounding distressed as they walked into a large bedroom. Stacy pushed a button by the bed and the curtains parted to a view of the Boston sky line.”
“Wow, this is something else,” said Portia.
“So it’s okay?” asked Stacy.
“It’s too nice for a ghetto girl from Trenton, New Jersey,” said Portia.
“There’s something else you need to see,” said Stacy taking Portia by the hand and leading her to the far corner of a large living room where she snatched off the cover of a piano. “It’s a concert Steinway, like the one at the Boston Pops. Doctor Kelsey plays. You can practice here all you want. If it needs to be tuned, tell me and I’ll have it done.”
“These people must be rich,” said Portia running her fingers up and down the keyboard.
“Doctor Kelsey and my father grew up together. Now say you’ll do it,” said Stacy. “Please.”
“Of course I will,” said Portia throwing her arms around Stacy.
“That’s terrific. I’ll call the vet and have the pets brought over tomorrow,” said Stacy as soon as the kiss ended. “Monk and Les can help us move but we’ll have to fuck them to pay for it.”
“All right by me, I can picture me in bed looking out at Boston’s skyline as Monk slides his Prince Albert in my snatch while I suck Les’ cock.”
“You’re such a romantic, Portia.”
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