House of Disrepute

The weirdest job I ever had began with a modest advertisement in the local newspaper, from a local businessman wanting a private doctor. I soon discovered that the advertisement was one of the very few modest things about this businessman. I met him at a restaurant, which I considered to be unorthodox for a job interview, but that was the tip of the iceberg. The restaurant was a fairly classy cafe, where the upmarket yet discreet decor belied the astronomical prices. The sort of place, I concluded, that I would not ever have usually found myself in.

I waited patiently for my prospective employer to arrive, tactfully observing the people who entered the restaurant. There was a steady stream of poshlooking couples, who I suspected occupied an entirely different social strata to people like me. I felt very out of place, and was almost too busy considering this when one of the smartly dressed executives entering the restaurant approached my table. He held out his hand.

"John Carr."

I stood up awkwardly and shook his hand; "Simon Tate," I informed him.

We sat down, and my lunch companion immediately caught a waiter's attention and summoned him over.

"Ready to order?" John asked.

"Err... yep just give me a sec..." I replied, fumbling with the menu.

"I'll go first then," said John, and informed the waiter of his impressive sounding choice. I ordered something respectably expensive from the menu, not wanting to seem too cheap or too extravagant.

During the course of lunch, John quizzed me a lot about my background and a little on my qualifications, although often we deviated into unrelated matters such as the affairs of the day. Whenever I tried to steer the conversation toward asking about the job, John waved his hand dismissively and declared "We'll come to that later."

At the end of the meal, John called for the bill and insisted upon paying all of it, despite my attempts to offer my own generosity. In truth I was glad that I was forced to accept his offer. When we stood up to leave, John offered his curt opinion of me: "I like you, Dr. Tate. I think you should come back to my house, and I'll tell you more about the job."

"Just Simon," I informed him, and followed him out of the restaurant to his car. I half expected him to have a chauffeurdriven limousine waiting for us, but the fact that he drove his own car made me feel like I still had something in common with his level of living. Even if the car was a Porsche.

We drove leisurely to John's house, which did make me appreciate the gulf between us, wealthwise. Mansion would be a more accurate description, given the size of the house, and the fact that the grounds of the house were big enough to be measured in acres. John stopped at the gates, and punched in a code on a keypad by the gates, making them slowly swing open. We drove through, and up to the house. I was surprised to see eight cars parked outside the house, wondering how one man could drive so many. Had I been thinking a bit more clearly, I probably would have realised that some of the cars were not vehicles a rich man like him would choose to drive, and that they belonged to other residents of the house.

I saw two of them as I entered the house, girls I would later come to know as Rebecca and Chloe. They smiled at me, and I smiled back at the two pretty ladies, wondering what their connection was to John. I did not have to wait long to find out. We went into an office with decor identical to a lawyer's office in a Hollywood film, leather chairs, polished dark wooden desks, and a row of bookshelves down one wall. John motioned for me to take a seat, and we both sat down, either side of his large desk.

"Simon. I want you to be the personal physician to myself and all the other residents of this house. You will come and live in the house, and will be oncall each evening, although the daytimes will generally be yours to do with as you want. Your pay will be slightly above what a normal doctor would earn, but your accommodation here and all bills would be free, so you should find you will be substantially better off here. Does that interest you?" John laid out all the details in one short speech.

I nodded, the terms of the job sinking in fast enough that I knew I would not find a better offer any time soon.

"So here's the possible complication. The people who live here are myself, and eight other women, two of whom you've already seen in the entrance hall. They are kept women, for want of a better term. I pay them a wage to live here, cook, clean, and provide a variety of... personal services. To be blunt, your job is to keep them all healthy, and verify that we are all free from sexual diseases and the like. The kind of services they offer can lead to injuries – the sort I would not want them to go to a normal doctor with. Does this put you off?"

I think as I sat there, letting this sink in, I did not appreciate the full consequences of what John was saying. Or maybe I did, and that's why I took the job, because I felt a doctor was needed. My reasons for accepting the job are all blurred now with my reasons for keeping the job later on. Whatever the reason, I accepted the job offer and within a week I was moving myself in to a room in a remote wing of the mansion.

John left for a twoweek business trip the day after I arrived. Before he went, he made sure that I was settled in, and introduced me to the girls. He impressed upon me that if I wanted, I could partake of the services of any of the girls. "With the money I pay them, I'm sure going from one up to two clients would not be an inconvenience," I remember him saying, accompanied by a knowing wink. I politely refused. I can't say exactly why I did. Maybe it was because I did not think his offer was one he wanted me to accept. Possibly it was because at that stage I was too prudish to consider sex with 'lowly' prostitutes, or that I did not want to sleep with women I had only just met. I think it was a combination of all those factors, along with the fact that I was only recently graduated, and hence still present in my mind was the fact that a doctor was not supposed to have relationships with his patients.

I should probably spend some time describing the girls, or at least summarising them. There was Rebecca, Chloe, Joni, Kim, Lila, Helen, Lucy and Tamsin. Rebecca was a black girl, with long straight ravenblack hair, who was guardedly friendly on first meeting me. Chloe was a bubbly girl with short dyed blonde hair in a bob. Joni was a young girl with long straight brown hair and a welcoming smile. She did not look as young as Tamsin however, who I was convinced at first was too young to vote, let alone be involved with this sordid arrangement. She had a face of a twelve year old, and long hair that fell somewhere between brown and blonde, that was often tied up into twin plaits, which made her look even younger. Kim was a striking natural athletic blonde, who did not seem interested in meeting me. Lila was a softly spoken beauty, probably the prettiest of all the girls and subtly, charmingly seductive. Helen was a natural redhead, with long straight flamecoloured hair. She seemed to be hostile to me at our first meeting. Finally, there was Lucy, a Chinesedescended girl, who like many of the others, seemed to regard me as someone to watch with a cautionary eye. Joni was one of the few who seemed pleased to meet me, and so I gathered much of my initial information about the place from her.

"How did you all end up here?" I asked her soon after I had arrived, when we were both sitting on the bed in my room.

"Most of us were prostitutes, before we ended up here. And when you're out on the street looking for business from anyone, a cosy deal like this with a constant stream of money, and only one guy seems heavensent. I started out hooking up with guys for money to pay for university, and luckily found John fairly quickly, after only a few guys. Not like Rebecca, Tamsin, Kim and Lucy. They had all been doing it for years, but John made them this offer and they accepted. Though I gather Tamsin used to make a bucket load of money out on the street, 'cos of how young she looks. Guys like that sort of thing."

"How young is she?" I asked.

"Oh, she's about twenty, twentyone. She started when she was seventeen though, she told me. As for the rest, Lila and Chloe were both just fairly normal girls that John met, and liked, and persuaded to accept his offer. Helen used to do porn, until John saw her on film and decided he wanted her for himself. He pays a lot, you know. Money talks." I declined to enquire how much money they got paid, but I suspected it was noticeably more than he was paying me, and with the same perks of free accommodation.

"So what does John do with you, if you don't mind me asking? I mean for one thing, eight women seems a few too many for just one man. Is it just for variety?"

"Yeah variety, and to let us rest. I mean, he won't do anything with us if we're on our periods, so that's usually one or two of us out of the picture in any given week. He can drive us quite hard sometimes, so we need a few day's rest, and sometimes he'll take multiple women at once. Three at most, usually."

I spent the two weeks of John's absence giving the girls their checkups. I decided to instigate fortnightly checkups, during which I would take the appropriate samples from each girl to send off to a lab to be analysed for any sexually transmitted infections or other problems. It would be expensive, but John had already told me he was willing to pay whatever bills I incurred.

The evening after John returned I was sitting in my bedroom, when the buzzer sounded. It was connected to a button in the doctor's surgery that I had equipped after arriving. Having a metaphorical blank cheque had certainly made things easy. I had ordered an adjustable bed, a variety of painkillers, creams and potions for my medical cabinet, and simple things like a stethoscope, thermometers and so on. It was roughly what you might find at a local doctor's surgery. At the sound of the buzzer, I got up out of my chair and walked along to the surgery. Tamsin was sitting on the bed in an expensivelooking dressing gown, swinging her legs.

"Hey Doc," she said with a smile, and jumped off the bed as I closed the door behind me.

"Hello Tamsin, what can I do for you?"

"Oh I've just finished with John, and I wanted you to check the damage as it were. She nonchalantly pulled the cords of her dressing gown, and let it fall to the ground as naturally as she had got up off the bed. She had small breasts, that looked almost as young as her face suggested, a nearperfect figure, and a shaven mons veneris. She spun round and I stared at her buttocks. Not because of how attractive her derriere was (which it certainly was), but because of the many bright red lacerations across it, with more further up her back and on the tops of her thighs.

I opened my mouth to ask how this had happened, but I shut it as I realised I knew the answer. The reason John wanted a physician was not just to keep the girls free of disease, but also to deal with the results of his sexual predilections. I guess I already suspected as much, but hadn't wanted to admit that it was true.

"Lie down on the bed on your front, I'll get some antiseptic soothing cream," I told her. Curiosity getting the better of me, I asked: "How did you get these exactly?"

"I'll be here for a while right? So I may as well tell you to pass the time," Tamsin answered cheerily. When I said nothing, she began her story.

"Well, John had been away from us for two weeks, and couldn't take any of us with him 'cos he was just so busy. But he said that during meetings he'd been thinking of what he wanted to do when he got home. So this evening he made me dress up like a schoolgirl. A lot of guys have asked for that before, 'cos of how young I look and all. He set up one of his rooms like a classroom, and I had to pretend to be a real schoolgirl, with him teaching me about business. Every time he quizzed me and I got someting wrong, he'd get me to come up to the front of the class, and bend over. He'd pull down my skirt and panties, and he'd lash me with the cane. He kept making the questions more and more difficult, so that he could punish me more. Then when he had had enough of that, he made me kneel down in front of him, and give him a blow job. He came really quickly, and I had to swallow three times, there was so much come. I guess he must have been saving it up huh?" Tamsin finished, with a giggle.

"I guess so," I replied as I worked away on her lash marks. The room was awkwardly silent.

"So did John tell you that you couldn't have us, or what then?" Between Tamsin's body and youthful exuberant manner, if Joni hadn't told me the girl's true age, I would have sworn blind that she really was seventeen or perhaps even younger.

"He told me I could ask any of you for your... company, if I wanted to," I informed her.

"Ask?" Tamsin said with a giggle. "If John said that, then it wasn't like any of us could refuse. So what's the verdict Doc, do you want a bit of this?" She wiggled her ass in the air, and from where I had my head, above her legs, I could see her bald vulva perfectly.

"I wouldn't be a very doctorly doctor if I accepted, now would I?" I said, trying to explain my refusal.

"No, I guess not. I wouldn't mind though," Tamsin said, and the comment hung in the air.

"All done," I announced presently. Tamsin got up from the bed, and put her dressing gown on.

"Cheers Doc, catch you next time!" With that, she waltzed out of the room and down the hall. I shook my head in amazement, and smiled. Back then, I was still shocked by the casual attitude of the girls to the situation they were in. I found it hard to believe how unperturbed Tamsin was by John having just beaten her and then ejaculated in her mouth.

The next time the buzzer rang, two days later, it was Rebecca who I found waiting for me, in a similar dressing gown to the one Tamsin had been wearing on her visit. Rebecca opened the top of the gown to reveal her breasts, covered in bruises.

"Lie down on the bed," I told her, and I began to examine her breasts for serious damage. To pass the time I asked: "How did you get these?"

"Why do you want to know? So you can beat off to it later? Or maybe because you want to do the same thing to me next week, once you've healed me?" Rebecca asked in a tired voice, without anger.

"Just think of it as a doctor's curiosity. I'm sorry I asked."

"You may be a doctor, but you're still a man," Rebecca said snidely, and nothing more was said until I had finished my work.

My next patient, that weekend, was Lila. Like all the girls, she arrived in a dressing gown. She had rope marks on her wrists and ankles, and one of them was bleeding. As ever, I was curious as to what had been involved in getting the marks. I think I was probably just trying to understand John, and why he did this to the girls. Lila was happy to explain, in detail.

"It was good fun, probably worth the marks," she said with a slow smile. "John tied me to his cross. I don't know if you've seen it –" I shook my head. "No I guess you wouldn't have. It's a big metal X, that he can tie girls spreadeagle to. He tied me with just rope, that's why I've got the marks, because the rope was all that was holding me up. He blindfolded me, then brought in Lucy, who had to give me head. My god, is she good at that! Her tongue just goes straight for your clitoris at first, and you think she's just going to concentrate on there. But then she darts her tongue all around the place, which means that you don't come as quick, but she keeps going, and when you do finally reach orgasm, it's explosive. I was moaning and groaning and squirming round all over the place. John must have loved it, but I wasn't doing it for his benefit; Lucy just was that good.

"When she was finished, John took off my blindfold and put Lucy on the bed, face up, and spread her legs wide. He made me watch while he fucked her good and hard, just pounding in and out. When he was nearly there, he pulled out and just came all over her. Lucy had come all over her breasts, and her face. John just ran his finger down the crack between her breasts and then walked over and smeared his come on my lips. I was getting really turned on because of all this, and John just smiled, and ran his hand down my chest and onto my pussy. Then he just rubbed my clitoris, oh it was good, until I came, and he let me down."

As Lila finished her story, I became acutely aware that it had given me an erection.

"So why did you get into all this Lila?" I asked, trying to steel myself. "I gather you weren't like most of the others, on the streets."

"I know it probably seems odd. Before I met John, I could have had any man I wanted, and I did have the best ones," Lila said confidently, without any arrogance. "But John was something different. He stood up to me, and resisted me, and made me work to get him. It isn't like I'm in love with him, it's just sex, but there was something special about him. So I accepted his offer, figuring I could just have fun, and get money for it. And so far that's worked." Lila sat up smoothly on the bed, and leaned towards me. I became all too aware of how close this beautiful girl was to me, such that I could feel her breath on me, and smell her scent. "Why?" Lila asked, in a quietly seductive voice, "Do you want me too?"

I took a deep breath, to try and strengthen my resolve. "Just interested," I said, but stammered it rather than saying it assuredly like I had wanted. Lila laughed, and lay back down for me to continue my work. When I had finished, Lila got up to leave the room, but paused in the doorway.

"You know where to find me," she said with a glint in her eye, and then she was gone. That night, I lay in bed masturbating to the thought of our earlier encounter. It was odd, I reflected after I had finished, that I was in my room alone, masturbating myself to thoughts of a woman that I could have gone down the corridor and asked to do it for me. Part of it was a general disbelief, or perhaps some measure of timidness, that prevented me from really thinking that I could just walk into Lila's room and tell her to pleasure me. The other thing was that I gained a sort of pious satisfaction from being tempted by these women, and yet resisting in order to uphold some sort of moral code.

A few days later Chloe came to visit me, and for once a girl turned up in my surgery wearing more than a dressing gown.

"Hi Dr. Tate, I wanted to ask you a question, sort of on behalf of John." Apart from his checkup every two weeks, I saw John very rarely, and even at the checkups we said little to each other. I learnt almost everything I know about John secondhand – through the girls.

"Ok, ask away," I said, motioning for her to sit down.

"John wants to hold a contest in a month's time, and he wants the loser to have to drink his come. But not just one load, he wants lots. Like all of it between now and then. So he wants to know two things. Firstly: if his come can be kept for that long so that it can still be liquid in a month's time, by freezing or whatever."

"Yes, that would be possible, I could progressively freeze it and have it all liquid again when he wants it." I tried to focus on the medical side of this plan, and not think about the girl made to consume all of this semen that I would be helping to collect and preserve.

"Ok, cool. The other thing is, what places could he collect it from that would be relatively hygenic?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking – do you mean in a cup, that sort of thing?"

"No, not like that," Chloe said smiling. "I mean, he likes to come in all sorts of places. Sometimes in our cunts, sometimes on our tits, sometimes on our faces, and in our mouths obviously. In our asses too," Chloe added. "So which of those places could we collect it from that it would be relatively ok to drink?"

"In an ideal world, none of them, but I doubt that's the answer you want. Certainly not having been in anyone's rectum. Collected from the skin would hold the least problems, as long as they were clean. The mouth and the vagina would both have a bacterial risk, but I could try and mitigate that by killing off the germs..."

"Thanks Dr. Tate. I'll pass that on," Chloe said as she hopped up and left the office, before I had even finished. For the next month, there were few visits to me that did not involve John's semen in some fashion. The girls would walk in with a beaker of the stuff, and I would ask where it had been, with the varying answers of "on my tits", "in my mouth" or "spat out", "my pussy" or simply "inside me", and even "on my butt cheeks". Once, Chloe walked in, naked and holding a beaker between her legs, piping up with "almost all out, doctor!" and waiting for a little while before giving me the beaker. I duly processed and froze all the semen until a month later there was an amount best described as a 'mugfull'.

By this time I had seen all the girls naked, so for the interested reader I feel I should make some notes on their appearance, especially since sex features so heavily in my tale. I will also attempt to diverge from my clinical perspective of the time, to give a more sexual viewpoint. Although, even if I forget my doctoral role, some of the girls did not really interest me so I will describe them first. Rebecca had a fairly wiry figure, with average size black breasts and overlarge areolae. Unlike many of the girls, she still retained her full bush of wiry pubic hair, and also – I noticed during checkups – had quite large labia. Lucy also had quite a thin figure. It turned out that Lucy was not her real name, but one she had adopted due to her resemblance to the actress Lucy Liu. Joni, who had told me this, said that noone knew her real name. She had small breasts and a slim ass, with a small triangle of pubic hair above her pussy. Though I gathered from Lila's story and comments from the other girls that Lucy's main asset was her tongue, not her body. Kim was another of the girls that did not catch my interest, despite the fact that many other men would find her very attractive. She was slightly taller than the other girls, with a very attractive face, blonde hair some girls would kill for, an athletic, toned body and large breasts. She styled her pubic hair in the pornstar 'landing strip' fashion, I noticed. The way I describe her, I should have been drooling over Kim but there was something about her – maybe her hostile manner, or the general impression that she was tired of male company – that meant that I did not really desire her.

The other five girls were more to my liking. Chloe was fairly short, with short blonde hair that she was slowly growing, she informed me. Her looks are best described as cute, rather than gorgeous. She had full round breasts with perky nipples, and a fine ass. She was totally shaven, and if such attributes can be applied to female genitalia, she also had a cute pussy. I could well understand why John had chosen to offer her this 'kept woman' deal. Tamsin I have already described, and I must confess that like all her previous clientele, I found her youthful appearance to be very attractive.

Lila did not have the amazing body that some of the other girls, such as Chloe and Kim, had but she was still one of the most alluring girls. Her breasts were nothing special, and her ass was slightly large. Like Rebecca, she retained all of her pubic hair. I was always slightly wary around Lila, because I had a feeling that if she really tried, she would be able to successfully seduce me. I think she knew it too, but she did nothing about it. Helen remained an enigma to me. Her beautiful face, coupled with her immediately noticeable red hair, made her stand out from the crowd, so to speak. She never said much to me, and this only served to increase her attraction. Joni told me, to my surprise, that Helen was one of the girls John seemed to use least. Joni said she thought this was because John made her the offer because he wanted her from seeing her in porn films, but that once he had her, he didn't seem too keen on using her.

Which brings me to Joni. She had long straight brown hair, and a pretty face that seemed slightly angelic, and out of place in this sordid scenario. She had small but perky breasts, and an appealing but unexceptional ass. She was shaved because, as she put it, "guys prefer that don't they?" She claimed that she was the least attractive girl of the eight, and had I considered this objectively I might have seen some truth in that, but my judgement was clouded by how well we got on. Where the other girls kept to themselves during the day and felt cliquey, leaving me as an outsider, Joni spent a lot of time with me. We would talk about anything, and would always have a laugh.

This is not chronologically in the right place, since she asked after the contest that I have yet to describe, but Joni once asked me which girls I found attractive, and which I would have if I chose to, excluding herself. I admitted that I would have Tamsin or Chloe. I decided not to mention that I would gladly have Lila if she instigated it, but that I would not ask her directly.

So, back to the matter of the mug full of come. On the morning of this much anticipatedevent, John came to my surgery to collect the mug, which I handed to him from the fridge, where it had defrosted but remained chilled.

"Thanks for helping prepare for this over the past month," John said, holding aloft the clear mug of his semen.

"That's ok," I said, not sure how to respond.

"Usually I'm not too interested in having other guys involved with me and the girls, but since you've been such a help, and I'm feeling in a sharing mood, I thought you should come along and watch the proceedings."

"Well, I'm not sure it would be my sort of –"

"I wasn't asking," John said firmly, but without malice. He smiled, and I got up and followed him down the hall into what I had mentally dubbed the 'sex wing' of the house, as I knew that was where it all took place, but I had yet to go. John opened double doors in to a large room where all the girls sat naked on a row of eight chairs. They all seemed relatively unbothered by me turning up, except Joni who reddened and looked away from me as I walked in. John motioned for me to sit in the near corner of the room by the door, and then turned to face the girls.

"Ok girls, you all know what this is about. We have a mug here," John said, holding it up carefully for them to see, "Which one of you ladies will be downing in one. In order to decide who, we are going to have seven rounds. Each round the winner will be removed from the contest, and the girl left at the end will be the one to drink this. The first round is going to be pain endurance. All assume the usual position, and I will go up and down the line, lashing each of you. You must say when you want to forfeit the round, and stop being hit. Bear in mind that you will still have up to six more rounds after this one, so don't tire yourselves out early."

I watched as all the girls got up simultaneously, turned round and bent over. Like a synchronised swimming team, I thought to myself with a smile. John did as he had said, walking up and down the line like a drill sargeant, beating each woman as he went. It was hard for me to watch, at first wincing at every lash of his cane on exposed derrieres, but I slowly became accustomed to the rhythmic caning.

The girls soon divided into two groups; those that dropped out very early in order to save themselves for future rounds, and those that intended to win this round and leave early. The first group contained Lucy, Kim, Helen, Tamsin and Lila – leaving Joni, Rebecca and Chloe to contend the round. I could not believe the pain that these girls were enduring, and soon after Chloe dropped out I felt tempted to get up and tell John to stop, in case he permanently injured the girls. But I didn't; for whatever reason I stayed frozen in my seat, watching. My fears were almost confirmed when Rebecca passed out from the pain. Joni was declared the winner, which caused a big smile and look of relief on her face, despite the pain. John ushered her towards the doors, and she left. I got up to go and treat my injured friend, but John gave me a stern look and motioned for me to sit back down, which I did.

The next round was very similar, but this time involved the girls having their asses paddled rather than cropped. Still clearly sore and hurt from the last round, Chloe and Rebecca dropped out immediately. As in the first round, Lucy, Helen and Tamsin dropped out very quickly, leaving Kim to contest the round with Lila. As I had expected, Kim lasted longer, and left the contest, with Lila nursing an incredibly red backside.

John announced that the next round was a deepthroating competition. He stripped off and produced a tape measure, and said the girl who went deepest and held it for thirty seconds would win. Rebecca went first, and she took an impressive amount of John's erect penis, but after twenty seconds she gagged and had to stop.

"Again," John said sternly, "and this time try to last thirty seconds." Rebecca made another attempt, this time taking less. "Nine centimetres," John announced, and Rebecca went to stand by the side of the room. Probably unable to sit down, I thought. Each of the girls took their turn at deepthroating John, who showed no obvious signs of gaining much physical pleasure from the experience. In the end, Rebecca managed nine cm, Chloe and Lila ten, Helen twelve, and Tamsin eleven, but they were all beaten by Lucy, who went last and took the entirety of John's penis in her mouth for the thirty seconds.

"Don't know why I bothered," I heard Helen say as she sat back down, and Lucy walked out of the room with a big grin.

"Next round is a style contest," John declared. "Each girl takes it in turn to arrange the other four into a lesbian position. I'll score you one to five stars, and the highest scoring position wins." I must admit that this round appealed to me greatly, although I took care not to show it, watching seemingly impassively as Rebecca started the proceedings. She decided to order the girls into side by side 69s, with Tamsin on top of Helen, and Chloe on top of Lila.

"Two stars," John said disappointedly. "If I'd wanted that sort of thing, I would have told you to do two girls at a time." The other girls clearly took note of his criticism. It was Tamsin's turn next. She got Rebecca to lie on the ground, then got Lila to sit on the black girl's face, and Helen to sit on Rebecca's groin. "Imagine Rebecca wearing a strapon there," Tamsin, pointing to the red and black tangled bush of Helen and Rebecca's pubic hair. John nodded. Finally, Tamsin made Chloe bend over with her pussy in Lila's face, and her mouth pressed against Helen's lips.

"I call it the box," Tamsin said with a giggle, referring to the four torso's of the women forming a square. John smiled.

"Four stars," he told Tamsin, who smiled back at him. Next it was Lila's turn. She made Tamsin lie down on her side with her legs together, and her hands together horizontally above her head, and explained that Tamsin was tied up. Then Lila positioned Rebecca lying behind Tamsin, with Chloe in front, noting that they were penetrating Tamsin's ass and pussy with strapons, and finally added Helen with her legs wrapped around Tamsin's head, apparently forcing Tamsin to give her head.

"I call it 'naughty schoolgirl gets punished'," Lila explained with a wink.

"Very good," John said, "four stars as well." Next was Helen. She made Chloe lie on the ground, and made Tamsin sit on the blonde girl's groin.

"Strapon?" John enquired, like a salesman asking what sort of stereo was in a car he was viewing.

"No," Helen said, shaking her head. "Two long flexible dildos, one in both their cunts, and one in both their asses." John nodded, as if he had found his car to have a particularly good stereo. Helen then made Rebecca sit/lie on Chloe's face, such that Rebecca's face ended up next to Tamsin and Chloe's groins. "Chloe is licking Rebecca," Helen explained, "and Rebecca is licking both Chloe and Tamsin." Finally, Helen made Lila sit behind Rebecca, leaning forward. "Lila is using a strapon on Rebecca, while sliding a dildo in and out of Rebecca's ass, and kissing Tamsin," who was sitting on the other end of Chloe. These positions are hard to describe, but I hope you can visualise them if you read carefully.

"Four and a half stars," John declared, beaming. Chloe was last, and arranged the girls all sitting down with their backs together, facing outwards in four directions with their mouths open. "For your cock," she explained, pointing at their mouths.

"Novel," John said, "but not enough lesbianism I'm afraid – three stars. Which means that Helen is the winner, so she may go." Helen walked out of the room, winking at me as she went. Only Rebecca, Tasmin, Chloe and Lila remained.

"Dr. Tate," John boomed, "you will help decide the next round." somehow couldn't believe what John had said, seeing as I was just a passive observer in all this, but when he turned to look at me, I knew he was serious. "Three simple questions," he continued, "to decide a simple round. First, who has the least attractive breasts?" I opened my mouth to protest that I did not want to have to choose among the girls like that, but thought better of it, and closed my mouth. I scanned along the girls chests, trying to make my decision by focusing solely on their breasts. Chloe's were clearly the best, so I eliminated her from my thinking. I could see nothing particularly wrong with Lila's, which left Tamsin and Rebecca. Tamsin's breasts, like the rest of her body, looked like they belonged to a young girl and were not yet fully developed. However, Rebecca's large areolae were something I found unattractive, so I chose her, and said as such.

"Rebecca, you remain in the contest," John said, and Rebecca moved away from the other girls. "Dr. Tate, decide on the least attractive ass please." Chloe, Tamsin and Lila duly turned round. I tried to ignore the red marks on Lila and Chloe's asses, and think of them as I had seen them before in my surgery, unmarked. Chloe's ass was again the best, which left Lila and Tamsin. Tamsin's ass was a bit too small, and Lila's a bit too large. Maybe it was the lack of markings that convinced me, but I chose Tamsin as being better, and hence Lila as worse.

"Lila," I said, and she glared at me, moving aside from Chloe and Tamsin.

"Finally, who has the prettier face and will win the round?" John asked. Chloe and Tamsin turned to face me, and I studied their looks. I settled on Tamsin, who did indeed have the prettier face, Chloe's body attracting me more than her face.

"Tamsin," I said, offered Chloe an apologetic look. Tamsin bounced out of the room, smiling at me as she left. Lila, Chloe and Rebecca turned to face John again.

"Ok ladies, this penultimate round is the blow job round. You will each suck my cock for thirty seconds, however you like, in a constant rotation between you, and the one who makes me come will go free." The girls immediately realised that this was a tricky prospect, and all went slowly at first, none of them wanting to hand victory to the subsequent girl in the rotation. After they had each had two slow attempts, Lila decided to go for it and gave John an incredibly aggressive and fast blow job. Towards the end of the thirty seconds I thought he was going to come, his legs shaking slightly already, but he didn't. Instead, Chloe took over and he orgasmed almost immediately, moaning as he ejaculated into Chloe's mouth. She duly swallowed all of it, and left the room, grinning. Which left Lila and Rebecca.

"The last round will be wrestling. No harming each other's pussies, all else is game. You must pin the other for three seconds," John stated. The girls stood there, surprised at the unexpected oder. Rebecca recovered quickest, and knocked Lila's legs from under her. Rebecca quickly sat on Lila's face, and held down Lila's torso with her hands. John counted to two before Lila pushed her head upwards and bit Rebeca's already lacerated behind. Rebecca squealed in pain, and rolled off Lila, who quickly jumped on the pained girl and pinned her to the ground. John counted to three, and it was all over. He told Lila to summon the other girls back, and the other seven girls stood around a slightly tearful Rebecca as John handed her the mug.

Rebecca put the mug to her lips, put her head up, and began drinking the semen. It seemed to take forever, more and more of the liquid pouring into Rebecca's mouth, as she swallowed repeatedly. Finally she finished, and put the empty mug down. Her face was at first one of disgust, and then nausea. Then she belched, which appeared to be the final straw. She vomited copiously, all over the floor, and a little over John.

Later that afternoon, after I had tended to all the injured girls, Joni came by to tell me that Rebecca had left the house, 'by mutual consent' with John, and apparently with an extra sum of money as compensation. I was not surprised by Rebecca's decision after her beating and humiliation earlier, though I hadn't expected John to let her leave so easily. He seemed happy enough when he came up to my room later that evening though.

"Hey Simon. I've been thinking... I quite liked having an observer earlier, and I think the girls performed better too, knowing you were watching." I hadn't thought that they had taken much notice of my prescence, but I declined to say so. John continued: "From now on, I'm going to film my exploits with the girls. I'm going to put them on a streaming system so that you can watch replays from your room here, but don't tell them that yet – I want to surprise each of them in turn. Watch out for my shows in the next few weeks," he said with a wink.

At the time I intended not to watch the videos, but curiosity got the better of me two days later. I followed the instructions that John had subsequently presented me with and found a list of videos. There was currently one item, merely labelled 'Chloe', with yesterday's date. I pressed play, and a video started, showing an empty room that I did not recognise. John entered clothed, following by a naked Chloe. John unzipped his fly, took out his cock, and began to have Chloe in a variety of positions. After ten or fifteen minutes he had her on the bed on her back, while he stood at the end of the bed pounding her.

"Do you know what that is?" John asked as he fucked, pointing at the camera. Chloe looked up at it.

"No," she answered between grunts.

"It's a camera," John told her, and just at that moment she squealed and orgasmed, while John finished himself off inside her. I wasn't sure if the prescence of the camera was what caused Chloe's orgasm, but as the video finished I realised that my cock was decidedly hard. I watched the video again, masturbating myself to orgasm just as John and Chloe came as well. After that, I was hooked. I watched all the other videos in the next two weeks.

The next girl to be filmed was Lucy. This time when the video started, it was closeup, pointed at Lucy's smiling face. Then the camera looked down, and John's dick entered the shot. I watched as the tip of Lucy's tongue touched against the head of John's cock, and I realised my hand had crept down to touch my own cock. I stared as Lucy's tongue swirled around the big cock onscreen. She alternated between slowly, erotically running her tongue around the cock, and taking all of it in her mouth, sliding up and down its entire length. After a few minutes, the camera began shaking, as John came. I was close myself, and as Lucy opened her mouth to reveal the come on her tongue, and then swallowed it obviously for the camera, I spurted my own semen over my stomach.

By that time, I was checking for new videos every evening. The next new one was Lila. The video started from a fixed position in the corner of the room, like Chloe's video. The room looked like John's office, but with enough small differences that I realised it must be one of the other rooms in the house. John entered the room in his suit, and sat at his desk. Then Lila entered the room, also clothed like an executive. I watched captivated as they played out a business negotiation. Inevitably it ended with Lila 'seducing' John, and they fucked on the desk, her riding him hard. As always, I masturbated while watching the short porn film. I don't even remember John telling Lila that it was being filmed.

The next video was entitled 'Tamsin and Kim', featuring Tamsin sitting on Kim's face. John was controlling the camera, showing all possible angles. When the camera went near Tamsin's flushed face, she winked or blew kisses at it. I didn't know whether they were for me or John, but I liked to think they were for me. Inevitably, the sight of the youthful girl reaching orgasm caused me to do the same.

The video that followed, two days later, was entitled 'Joni'. I opened it with trepidation, not beginning to masturbate yet. The camera showed an empty table, a metre away from the camera. Joni, naked, was ushered in by John and made to bend over the table so that she was facing the camera. I admired Joni's pretty face as John bent down behind Joni, and I heard some rustling. Then he walked between her and the camera, and I heard more rustling, and clinks. As John moved out of the way of the camera, I realised he had been tying Joni up.

"Do you know what that thing in front of you is?" John asked, as he walked offshot.

"No, but I had been wondering," Joni replied, looking straight into the camera.

"It's a camera," John told her as he blindfolded her, "the video from which will be seen later this evening by your good friend the doctor." Joni's body suddenly tensed.

"I don't want him to see – not like this. Not doing this. Please can we stop it? I don't want him to watch –" John's response to Joni's protests was to insert a ball gag into her mouth. She struggled for a while longer but then gave up. When she had settled down John entered her from behind. From the vantage point of the camera, I did not actually see his dick entering her pussy, but I saw Joni's head jerk upwards as it did so. I watched her face as a blurry John in the background fucked her from behind, and listened to his grunts mixed in with her muffled cries of protest.

"Your ass too, I think," I heard John say, and I watched Joni struggle and scream as he entered her ass, somewhere behind her head. I noticed a tear rolling down Joni's cheek. I watched this nearrape horrified, yet captivated. John pulled out of Joni and walked round between her and the camera again. When he moved away half a minute later, I saw Joni's face covered in come, dripping down her blindfold and over her ball gag.

"I didn't want you to see that," Joni said in a trembling voice from the doorway. It was immediately obvious that she had been crying, and I sat up as she walked over to the bed. I embraced her, and she immediately burst into tears on my shoulder. I held her until the tears subsided enough for her to talk. "I didn't want you to see me... doing what I do. Like that," she said, pointing to the frozen image of her comestained face on the television. I immediately grabbed the remote and switched it off.

"It's ok," I told her, "I don't think any differently of you." I must admit – that was a lie. Seeing her there like that was a shock for me, despite knowing that that was what she did. I just hadn't put Joni in the same category as the likes of Chloe and Tamsin. I spent the evening comforting Joni, although I didn't do a very good job of it.

The next evening I was sitting in my room when Helen came in, and closed the door behind her.

"Hi there," I said, startled by her visit. "What can I do for you?"

"Have you watched the latest video this evening?" she asked, walking over my bed where I was lying.

"No."

"So you have been watching them all then?" she said, sitting down next to me on the bed.

"Yyes," I stammered, embarassed.

"Really?" Helen said, taking my hand and putting it in her lap. Then suddenly she pulled my arm across the bed, and I felt metal on my wrist. I looked up to see my wrist handcuffed to the bedpost.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as Helen turned on the television. watched in a daze as she navigated to the latest entry, entitled 'Helen', and deleted it. She turned back to look at me, and my predicament began to sink in. I turned round to use my other hand to tug at the handcuffs for a release catch. Helen came over to the bed, and pulled my free hand away, before firmly pulling it over to the other side of the bed and cuffing it to the opposite bedpost, leaving me secured faceup on the bed. Helen placed some pillows behind my head, and I gradually shuffled up the bed until I was halfsitting up. Helen sat crosslegged on the bed to my right.

"I think this is a good opportunity for us to have a little talk, Dr. Tate. I've been keeping an eye on you." Despite my situation, I found myself admiring Helen. Her flamecoloured hair for some reason greatly magnified her attraction. She had a beautiful face, and seemed to be just as attractive clothed as she was now – in simple jeans and tshirt – as she was when I had seen her naked.

"You see, I'm trying to understand you. You sit up here each evening, and watch videos of us girls, and masturbate, even though you could theoretically have any of us – if you so much as asked. So what I want to know is: are you voyeuristic, or are you just too scared to ask? Or maybe... you don't like the idea of sex with whores?"

"Maybe it's all three?" I suggested flippantly, though I think that was probably close to the truth.

"Well," Helen said, "I'm not going to address the voyeurism, but you don't have to ask for this, and you don't get any choice about me being a whore." With that, she undid my trousers and tugged them down my legs to reveal my boxer shorts.

"Wait – stop," I said nervously.

"Why?" asked Helen provocatively. I wasn't sure whether Helen wanted to fuck me, or wanted to scare me into talking candidly to her. I also wasn't

sure which one of the options I wanted.

"What do you want from me?"

"Maybe I want your cock," Helen said, tugging teasingly at my trousers. "Tell me, do you want my cunt?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"It seems like we have an agreement then," Helen declared as she pulled down my boxers to release my hard dick. I stopped resisting. Helen removed her own trousers and underwear, and then spat expertly on my dick, rubbing her saliva over the head. She straddled me, and slipped my cock inside herself so casually that I was surprised when I felt myself penetrating her. I groaned in pleasure.

"How long has it been?" Helen asked.

"Too long," was the only reply I could manage. I stared up at Helen's beautiful, grinning face, her red hair hanging down from her head to brush across my chest. Helen moved very slowly, correctly guessing that it would not take much to finish me off. She kept slowly rocking backwards and forwards until even that gentle pleasure was prolonged enough to make me explode inside her.

"So how did it feel to fuck a whore?" Helen asked teasingly once I had finished coming.

"Fantastic," I admitted. Helen climbed off me, letting my comesoaked cock slap down on to my chest. She picked up her thong and jeans, and immediately headed for the door.

"Someone will be along in a minute," she said as she left. I barely had time to realise the consequences of my predicament before the door opened, and I saw Joni in the doorway. My heart sank.

"So she did have sex with you," Joni said, without emotion.

"She tied me up!" I exclaimed, jangling my handcuffs to demonstrate my point.

"So you didn't want her to?" Joni asked, still without emotion. My subsequent silence spoke volumes. "I'll see you around," she said, her voice wavering, and she ran from the room.

"At least let me out!" I called after her, but it was too late. I waited for another few minutes, and Helen reappeared.

"Why did you send Joni in?" I asked angrily. Helen paused as she approached my handcuffs.

"Do you want me to free you or not?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I said nothing more, though Helen answered me anyway. "I wanted Joni to see that she had double standards. She fucks John, but expects you not to fuck any of us, except presumably her. And I wanted you to give in and admit that you wanted to fuck us, and for you to try it. So as far as I'm concerned, it was a total success. One day, you'll realise that I helped you." With hindsight, she was totally right. It took me a little while to accept that though, so I was still angry with her for a while afterwards. At least, I was angry about the Joni part of things for a while. It was the next morning that I forgave her for fucking me, and realised that she was right that I wanted it.

I spent a day mulling over this newfound conclusion, and then the following morning, I plucked up some courage, and headed to Lucy's room. I think I started with her because I knew her least, which made her easier to approach for sex – or to be precise a blow job, having enjoyed her show with John. I knocked on her open bedroom door and walked in. Lucy looked up from her chair where she sat reading a book.

"I'd – I'd like... a blow job," I said, awkwardly. Lucy stood and calmly walked over to me.

"Ok," she said simply and motioned towards the bed.

"Shall we go back to my room instead?" I offered.

"No need," Lucy said and pulled me down onto the bed. She fished out my cock from my trousers and began to work her magic. I doubt I lasted a minute before I came in her mouth. Having swallowed all my come, Lucy looked up at me.

"Is that it, or did you want to wait and have another?" she asked, with no hint of sarcasm. I hurried back to my room – happy if slightly sheepish. I waited for another day after my brief encounter with Lucy before trying again. I figured I could take my pick from Chloe, Tasmin and Lila. Joni would be an emotional minefield, I had gone with Lucy last time, and somehow I felt Helen would say no despite John's orders that I could have any of them. Kim did not really interest me and at that time I didn't want her to find out my new predilection for trying out the girls. She already wasn't keen on me, and I doubt demanding sex would have helped that. I settled on Chloe, and went down the hall to find her room. I knocked and Chloe opened the door.

"Hi Chloe. I'd like – that is, I want..."

"Me?" Chloe suggested.

"Yes," I said, with a relieved smile. Chloe came out of her room and followed me back to mine.

"So what do you want exactly?" Chloe asked cheerily as she sat down on the bed with me.

"I – I don't know, to be honest. I've started... going with you girls and I decided on you next, but I didn't really think about exactly what I wanted. How about I pleasure you while I'm thinking about it?" I suggested helpfully.

"There's an offer I can't refuse," Chloe said with a smile. She stripped off and lay down on my bed. I put my head between her legs, and spread her labia as I had done many times before for smear tests, but this time I dipped my head and licked Chloe's pussy. It was as pleasurable to me as if she had been doing the same thing to the head of my cock. I gloried in licking her cute pussy, and causing her to moan and squirm. I didn't care whether she was faking it or not; I felt like a champion lover. Whether her moans were genuine or not, I was sure that her orgasm was. I felt her vagina contracting around my fingers, that I had by then inserted into her and was thrusting in and out. I guess my doctoral training is never far from my mind.

Chloe rolled over on to her front. "So what do you want now?" Chloe asked.

"I think that may be all for now," I said, pleased at my accomplishment.

"Are you sure?" Chloe said, wiggling her ass as Tamsin had once done in my surgery.

"Maybe I could be persuaded," I answered, tearing my clothes off. I lay on top of her, and slipped my dick inside her waiting pussy, feeling the tightness of it around my cock, and her ass pressing against me.

"So what's the verdict doctor?" Chloe asked, her head turned to one side to avoid a mouthful of pillow.

"Heavenly," I replied as I began to thrust. The interesting thing about wet dreams, I had always thought, was that the sex in the dream was better than sex was in real life. Or at least I used to think that, before I had sex with Chloe. It was simply amazing, thrusting into her tight pussy as I admired her attractive body. Now that I was becoming used to being frequently sexually active, I found that I was able to last longer and thus enjoy the amazing pleasure a little while longer than I might have done a few weeks before. I finished with a loud moan, and pulled out, rolling over and lying panting on the bed.

"So which other girls have you had already?" Chloe inquired as she rolled back over and grabbed a tissue to collect my come as it ran out of her vagina.

"Helen, and Lucy."

"And who do you plan to have next?"

"Tamsin. Maybe Lila – I'm not sure yet."

"Why not?"

"I always thought that she would seduce me, you know. Just asking her for sex is too straightforward. Too boring I guess."

"Was I boring?"

"Not in the slightest," I said, feeling a wide grin creeping across my face. Chloe laughed, dressed, and left the room with a wink and a promise to see me again soon.

I was still keeping up my doctorly duties at this point of course, but it was almost as if I had forgotten that John could also take his pick of the various beauties. I saw Joni around, and did her checkup, but we said nothing to each other. I didn't know if she knew of my exploits with the other girls and I didn't care. As far as I knew, John was still videoing his sessions with the girls, but I never watched them – not wanting to see what he was doing with the girls, who I was increasingly coming to think of as 'my girls'.

Two days after Chloe, I took Tamsin back to my room. "So what would you like?" she asked as she bounded on to my bed. "Virgin, schoolgirl, or virgin schoolgirl?"

"How about just being a real woman?" I suggested. Tamsin sat up and kissed me, before pulling away with a smile.

"Sounds great," she told me, and got down on her hands and knees, naked. I entered her from behind, admiring her small ass as I reached round it to begin rubbing her clitoris with my finger. This met with moans of approval from Tamsin, and I made sure that she came before I concentrated on my own orgasm, grabbing her hips and slamming my cock in and out, watching it slide backwards and forwards beneath her cute exposed asshole. I came with one last long thrust, and pulled out. Tamsin lay down and rolled on to her front.

"That was fun, Doc. You shouldn't have waited so long to try us out."

"You're probably right," I said with a smile.

I then waited a few more days while I planned my next adventure. gathered some equipment from the various sex rooms around the house and went into Kim's bedroom.

"What do you want?" Kim asked in a slightly tired voice.

"You don't like me, do you Kim?" I asked.

"No, I don't like you."

"I want those to be the last words I hear from you for now," I said, and threw her a ballgag. I was trying to sound authoritative but my heart was pounding fast, afraid that she would refuse and get me fired for taking things too far. Kim looked at me, trying to discern if I was serious. I made a 'go on' motion, afraid to speak in case my voice trembled. Kim put the gag on and I admired my new slave while I calmed down; a pink rubber ball filling her mouth and a puzzled look in her eyes. I had intended to blindfold her as well but looking at her then, I decided that being able to see her eyes was probably more fun.

I handed Kim an inflatable butt plug and some lube. She understood what I wanted and lay down on the bed, pulling off her jeans and underwear before lifting her legs above her head to reveal her nearbald pussy and her desireable asshole. Kim expertly lubed herself and the plug, and inserted it quicker than I had expected. I pumped the plug up a few times until Kim gave a muffled cry for me to stop, then added two more pumps and turned the vibrations on.

I handed Kim some handcuffs. "Behind your back," I told her, and she obeyed. I climbed on to the bed and hovered over her on my hands and knees. She had a fearful look in her eyes. I slowly moved my head down to hers and kissed her on the forehead. Then I slowly moved down her body, kissing and caressing her as I went. I did not do what I was tempted to – namely concentrating on her breasts and pussy. I caressed her sides, and kissed her stomach, and worshipped her legs. Kim slowly relaxed to my touch, and seemed to begin to enjoy it.

There were a couple of reasons for my choice of action. My initial thought was that this display would probably be the most unexpected (and slightly humiliating) thing when she expected a rough and violent scene. But I also wanted to prove to her that I wasn't all bad, and perhaps win her over a little, however unlikely that sounds now.

When I finished, I deflated the butt plug and turned off the vibrations. I lifted up Kim's legs and gently pulled the plug out. I quickly stripped off, making no fuss. I lubed up my erect cock, put Kim's legs over my shoulders, and slowly entered her ass as gently as I could. I then just knelt there, not thrusting, using my hands to play with her pussy. Through a patient mixture of rubbing her clitoris and sliding my fingers in and out of her, I was able to make her come twice. After Kim's second powerful orgasm I slowly thrust away until I reached my own, coming in her ass – despite a sudden desire to pull out at the end and spray my come all over her chest.

I pulled out of Kim's ass and released her from the handcuffs. She went to remove the gag but I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Not until I've left," I told her, then redressed and left. I saw Kim the next day for her checkup, but neither of us mentioned our session the previous day.

So that was the situation, a few months – or was it more? I've lost track of dates – in to my stay at John's house, at which point I decided to go on holiday for a few weeks. I did not expect at that time that when I returned things would be forever different...

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