Monica’s Medical Emergency

-  Jason Fleming

“Do you have regular anal sex, Monica?” he said, handing her the glass of still swirling pale yellow liquid.

“Why would you want to know that, Dr Fleming?” she said, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment, downing the drink in one gulp.

“Vigorous, frequent anal sex can lead to a loosening of the cavity and objects can be absorbed deeper into the body. That mild sedative will kick in in a few minutes, Monica. ” He didn’t tell her about the carefully measured Molly / MXE cocktail he has just given her, just like he he had done so many times before. “So – you do have frequent, passionate anal sex, Monica?”

“Well.. I don’t know what you would call regular.”

“How often would you say, Monica? It’s important to tell me the truth.”

“My boyfriend enjoys it. So maybe quite regular. Perhaps once or twice a week?”

“And do you enjoy it, Monica?”

“Excuse me?”

“If you lose yourself to the pleasures of anal stimulation, Monica, and achieve orgasm it tells me that you have learnt to relax yourself properly and any so objects can be quite deep. If so I will have to get a colleague to help me to extract it. So I must ask you again, Monica. Do you orgasm when your husband is having anal sex with you?”

“Yes. I do, Doctor. Most of the time,” she said in a hushed voice. “But please. I don’t see why you need to know all of this.”

“Oh just background information, Monica. The more we know the better we can help you. Now where was I? Oh yes. Does he pleasure you with a toy or perhaps a finger or two, or does he insert his erect penis into your anal cavity?”

“This is so embarrassing, Doctor.”

“Don’t worry, Monica. You’re not the first in this position and you certainly won’t be the last,” he smiled. “Now please answer my question.”

“He, er…he puts his co…. his erection into me, Dr Fleming.”

“All of it?”

“Doctor…I just don’t see…”

“All of it, Monica?” he interrupted.

“Yes. All of it.”

“And he makes love to you in a most vigorous fashion?”

“Yes he does.”

“Do I have to worry about any of his semen in your cavity?”

“No, Doctor. He came in my m…” She stopped herself. Just.

“Alright, Monica. Alright. I have enough information to begin.  Can you put this gown on, please, so that we can get started.”

Dr Fleming handed Monica the blue hospital gown. It was the sort that had to be tied up at the back.

“I’m afraid all we have left this evening is a child’s size. You should fit in, but it might be a bit tight. We can keep the ties at the back loose if that helps.”

“Ok…thank you…I am sure it will be fine. Can I have some privacy, please?”

“Please, Monica. I am a doctor, I’ve seen it all before,” he smiled. “Please, I have other cases I need to attend to –just turn around over there and change. As quickly as you can, please. I won’t look, promise.”

But he did look. He never took his eyes off her while she undressed. He enjoyed her pull down her thin black panties and unhook her matching bra. She was beautiful. Firm thighs, the quick glimpse of a side boob, and a great, tight ass. No wonder her boyfriend wanted to fuck her there. He slipped his hand down his trousers and stroked his hardening cock while she undressed and struggled to tie gown on behind her.

“Here,” he said, rising to his feet. “Let me help. Those things can be so fiddly”.

“Thank you.”

He went over to her, and stood behind her, as close as he dare, his cock inches from her ass. He fought the temptation to reach around and cup her lovely tits. Or kiss her shoulder. Or feel her ass with his hands. Or bend her over and fuck her right there and then.

The gown barely covered her ass. He tied the threads together behind her, brushing his hands against her whenever he could, pulling it tight as he could so that when she turned to face him he be able to see the shape of her tits pressing against the cotton. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her right now.

“Alright, let’s do this.” He stepped back and she turned around. He saw the glazing in her eyes, her heavy eye lids. His eyes immediately fell down to her stunning tits, proud, high and firm, her nipples outlined as clear as day. He drank in her beauty, making no attempt to avert his eyes. His cock would look so good between them. So fucking good.

“Dr?”

He looked back into her relaxed face. No hint of a mischievous smile. Not one iota that she was in the least bit concerned about his wandering eyes. She was getting drugged up, after all. And more importantly her only concern was getting a golf ball out of her ass.

“Ah. Yes. Sorry. My mind was elsewhere.” (fucking my cock between your tits and coming over your pretty face). If I can just get you to stand at the end of the table here, and lean forwards over it so that I can make an initial examination.”

Monica stood at the end of the table and leaned, as she had been told. Her gown rode up higher over her ass.

“Like this?”

“Yes. But a little more, please.” His cock was fully erect now.

“Better?” Her ass was now completely exposed.

“Perfect,” he said, moving behind her. “Now try to relax. I am going to slip a digit into your anus to see if I can feel the object.” He bent over slightly and he could see her pussy. Nicely shaved. Her firm long legs looked so smooth, so good, no doubt Monica worked out. He was sure of that. He imagined his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. He placed one hand on her right cheek, gripped it slightly and pushed it to one site so that he could see her precious ass hole. Her ass felt so good. So muscular. So fuckable.

“Alright, Monica. I am going to slip on a glove now and lubricate your anus. I’ll be as gentle as I can. Don’t worry. We’ll have you out of here in no time.”

“OK, Doctor. Thank you.”

He snapped on a latex glove and spread over some lubricant. He pulled her ass cheek apart again and began to gently push his index finger into her tight hole.

“Relax if you can.”

“I’m a little nervous. I’m trying to.” Her voice had slowed. Drugs kicking in already. Excellent.

“You’re still too tight, Monica. I don’t want to hurt you, but I only have about a centimeter of my finger in. Please relax.” He began to run his hand over her entire cheek, gently stroking and kneading her.

“I’m trying…”

“I tell you what. Just imagine I am your boyfriend. He is making love to you. Pretend that this is his penis and not my finger. Here – I’ll just rock my finger back and forth like this – like I am making love to you. Is that better?”

Fleming began to fuck Monica’s ass with two extended fingers. She sighed. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed to the new sensations. His smile was one of arousal and fascination, wondering how far he could push it.

“Yes….much better,” she purred.

Slowly, his fingers began to slip deeper and deeper into her. He turned his hand over so that now his thumb nudged against the entrance to her pussy when he plunged in deep. He quietly finger fucked her for a minute or two. Her breathing quickened, and her ass gently began to rock back against his thrusting hand, her body searching for pleasure. His other hand continued gripping her cheek, sometimes caressing, sometimes gripping firmer, always enjoying her. She quietly let him do this to her, the thought of his discrete abuse never entering her mind. Her body was tingling all over. Both because of the drugs and his sensuous touch.

“Just imagine this is your boyfriend, Monica, “ he soothed. “He’s loving you where you want him to be so bad.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“You love it when he fucks your ass with his hard cock, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” The change in his tone didn’t distract her at all from her pleasure.

“He fucks you hard back there, doesn’t he? Ramming his cock into you. Just like you need it.”

“Yes. I like it when he does that. Your fingers feel so good. Everything feels so good. I feel good all over. So good…”

“He came in your mouth didn’t he? Earlier tonight, when he was fucking your ass, you sucked him off in your mouth, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop touching me. ”

“You’re doing so well, Monica. I am going in nice and deep now. Nearly there. Nearly where I need to be. Did you swallow his come?”

“Yes. I always do. I love his come.”

He fucked her ass knuckle deep now, his thumb now slipping into her wettening pussy. She sighed again.

“What size are your tits, Monica?”

“Oh God.  That feels so good. So, so good.” Her ass was now in a rhythm against his finger fuck, writhing and gyrating in search of her passion.

“What size are your tits?”

“They’re…hmmmmmmmm, they’re 34C. Please don’t stop. So good.”

“I can feel the ball now, Monica. It’s extremely deep. I’m going to undo that gown now to make things a bit more comfortable for you. I know it’s tight on you. You’d feel better once we get it off you. OK?”

“OK,” she whispered back. “That’s OK. Please don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I can see your nipples are so hard. I can see them so clearly through your gown. Would you mind raising yourself up a little onto your arms, so that I can soothe and relax your breasts?” He reached and tugged on the loose knots he had done earlier, and the gown fell down to the table. He paused his finger fucking for a moment while he took in her beautiful tits, firm and hanging with hardly any loss of shape. She kept gently fucking against his hand.

“Monica – I am going to relax the rest of your body now.” His hand was already stroking her back, enjoying her smooth skin, beginning the inevitable journey towards her tits, to feel, squeeze, cup, grope and own them. She exhaled deeply, the Molly tingling every nerve underneath his touch.

“Do your tits feel good now? You like me feeling them like this?”

“Yes. So good. My ass feels so good. Everything feels good. So, so good.”

“My cock is so hard, Monica. It’s really quite unhealthy to keep it like this. I am going to take it out so that I can touch you with it.” He pulled his fingers out of her ass and snapped off his latex glove, tossing it into a bin.

“Mmmm. OK, Doctor.”

“I’d like you to turn over now, Monica, and lie down flat on the examining table. As soon as you do this I can get back to relaxing you again.”

Monica turned over and pulled her legs onto the table, and laid face up for him, her magnificent tits awaiting his touch. Her glassy eyes watched him loosen his belt, step out of his trousers and pull down his boxers. His cock sprang free, and she smiled, her hands moving over her own body, feeling her own tits, her stomach and down to her gently thrusting pussy. Her legs parted slightly.

“Masturbate for me, Monica. It’s going to feel so good.”

She didn’t need any encouragement. She arched her back in ecstasy as her fingers found her pleasure, expertly moving over and around her sex, her satisfying moan loud enough echo around the stark ER room. Fleming moved to her side and began to massage her tits again, his eyes drinking in the girl below him, her masturbation, her gorgeous tits, her writhing waist, her open mouth and eyes closed in pleasure. Her own fingers encircled his cock and began to stroke him while she continued to fuck herself. Fleming afforded himself a wry smile, remembering that there was still a golf ball lodged deep in her ass, and here he was, his back arched, his head thrown back, enjoying the sensuous touches of one of his patients, his cock twitching with excitement.

“Make yourself come for me, Monica. It’s going to feel like no other. It will be so big. Come for me.”

“Yes. I want to come. I want to come.“

He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her ass, her cunt, her mouth, her tits. He wanted to come over her pretty face. Over her tits. He wanted to fill up her ass with his seed. But instead he fucked into her soft hand, enjoying her wonderful touch, her fingers gliding over his solid shaft, back and forth, back  and forth.

Monica was losing herself to her ascending pleasure. Her masturbation quickened. Her breathing quickened, her gasps of pleasure louder and carefree. Her nipples so hard under Flemings roving fingers. And then she froze. Her mouth wide open. Her hand stopped on his cock. He stood, transfixed, his cock aching with desire. When her orgasm crashed through her body, she buckled so hard on the table that he thought it would break. Her knew the ball in her ass was giving her even more pleasure, her wild contractions out of control, gasping and moaning, sighing and writhing, her pussy fucking reflexively into her still moving fingers, her back arching and arching, pushing her tits into his groping hands, her mouth wide, wide open, releasing her pleasure in a now deep, deep moan that surely everybody in the emergency room outside could now hear.

She collapsed, her first waves subsiding, but still she continued to chase her pleasure, her fingers still working her cunt, wanting more. Much more.

Fleming stepped away and opened the door to their room. A dozen doctors and nurses were listening outside, smiles and arousal all over their face. He didn’t care that they saw his hard cock. They had seen it so many times before. He stroked himself while he allowed the fellow ER staff to watch Monica masturbate from the doorway, before urging Dr Henderson to join him in the room.

“Henderson,” he beckoned. “Get in here.”

He closed the door behind him.

“This is Dr Henderson, Monica. He is going to help you take your mind off things while I remove the ball from your ass.”

“OK.” She was still pleasuring her pussy. The room smelled of her sex.

“Can you turn over Monica. Legs back on the floor. Push your ass out for me. That’s perfect. Your tits look great. Would you please open your mouth as wide as you can? Dr Henderson is going to put his cock into your mouth and you are going to suck him like you would your boyfriend. I will be attending to your ass while you do this. OK?”

“Yes, Doctor.” Her distant voice was sleepy, drugs and a mind crushing  orgasm had drained her somewhat. But she just wanted to be touched again. Even a cock touching the inside of her mouth sounded so, so good right now to her. She craved their touch.

Henderson quickly released his hard cock and stood in front of her, and watched as she stretched her neck forwards slightly and sucked him in to her wet warmth.

“Dr Fleming? What is the patient’s name?”

“It’s Ass Fucker, Dr Henderson.”

“Ass Fucker – the more of my cock you take into your mouth, the better it will make you feel.” Henderson placed his hand behind her head and began to fuck into her, with nice, long steady strokes.

“Relax your shitter, Ass Fucker. I’m going to extract the ball now,” said Fleming. “Normally we’d put you under general anesthesia for such a deeply lodged object, but I think Mr Henderson’s cock will suffice for you, Ass Fucker.”

She moaned her agreement, the friction of Henderson’s cock thrilling her mouth and throat, exciting her again.

He lubed up the titanium speculum, slid it in and opened up her ass. He squirted in more lubricant. Of course, he could have done this thirty minutes ago. He decided against the rubber clamp and simply used a vacuum extractor. He watched Henderson fuck brutally into Monica’s face for a while, and then slid into a rubber cup onto the surface of the ball and turned on the suction. It slowly slid out, and then bounced onto the floor. Both he and Henderson laughed out loud. Fleming slid out the speculum.

“Ass Fucker – I need to make sure there is no permanent damage to your ass hole, OK?”

“Yeth,” she managed to say past the thrusting cock.

“I’m going to have to rip open your ass hole once more, but this time with my fucking big cock. Just tell me if it hurts, OK?”

“Yeth.”

He reached forwards to that he could squeeze her tits and fuck himself back and forth between her clenched ass cheeks.

“Once we are done here, I’d like to ask some of the other doctors and nurses working here tonight to come in here and fuck you too. Is that alright, Ass Fucker?”

“Yeth.”

“Dr Fleming, “ said Dr Henderson. “A rather lovely Hispanic girl walked in a few moments ago and is sitting in the waiting room. Says she has really bad stomach cramps. She also says she has no insurance. Quite probably an illegal. Fancy some quid pro quo after this?”

“Yes, Mr Henderson,” replied Fleming, fucking his hard cock into Monica’s ass hole. “I very much do.”