The Doctor's Rough Treatment (Historical Medical Smut With A Side Of Story) (5 page)

He pulled out, teasing over her
pussy again. Her spray splashed out around the head of his cock and splattered
the Frenchman’s face and over her own tits. He tried to pull back, but Olivia
had her arm over his neck.

As his face dripped, the Frenchman
said, “Oh, Lord, she can go again that quickly? This may do more than balance
the sexes. Men can’t go twice in such a short span. This may make women
superior.”

As Droll entered her again, he
gripped her thighs and slammed her harder than before.

Olivia whispered. “What makes you
think we were not superior all along, sir?”

The Frenchman watched Droll fuck
her with abandon. “Are you going to make her squirt again? I have gotten the
point. You will get your demonstration, Dr. Droll.”

“I might make her squirt again, but
I wanted to finish myself before my sandwich and wine arrived,” Droll said.

“Oh, quite right.” The Frenchman
took hold of her sticky breasts and bounced her as he resumed fucking her ass. “Olivia,
do you mind terribly if I were to cum in your ass before we eat?”

“For science?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “I just enjoy
cumming in a woman’s ass so and get to do it very rarely.”

“Oh, certainly,” she said. “Fill me
up, please.”

Olivia screamed and Droll pulled
out. He was jerking himself, but she squirted blasting the doctor and splashing
the face and wavy hair of the Frenchman too.

“Fascinating, indeed,” the
researcher said.

Dr. Droll shot off splashing his
cum over her pussy and stomach. Olivia trailed her fingers through it spread it
over her belly. The Frenchman groaned and made good on his desire as he came
inside her ass. His hands collapsed away from her breasts and she laid over him
with his spent cock still clenched in her ass.

Droll winked and dropped on the
bench across from the others. “Thank you for you assistance as always, Olivia.
I couldn’t do any of this without your unwavering dedication to the scientific
process.”

“Any time, Doctor.”

The Frenchman used Olivia’s juices
to smooth his hair back.

The porter opened the door and
carried in a tray with three wines and six sandwiches. “I took the liberty of
increasing your order as you appeared to be building up quite an appetite.”

“Well done,” the Frenchman said.

Dr. Droll reached for his money
clip, but then realized he was naked. He looked about the damp drawings on the
floor of the car looking for his pants to pay the porter.

Olivia leaned up with her ass still
filled and took up one of the sandwiches. As she took a big bite, she said,
“When did you order food? I must have been quite distracted.”

***

Olivia looked out from behind the
curtain. She was already naked. She didn’t want to waste any time and risk
losing the attention of all the French scientists in the audience. Over the
last several days, Olivia had come to learn that the French knew a great deal
about sex. They were tougher to impress, but once Dr. Droll demonstrated the G
spot and the squirt, they paid attention.

Still, the men had trouble
replicating it. Droll had spent hours fucking hundreds of women and the wives
of important people defrosting them enough to make them squirt for the men to
see. Still, they struggled to achieve it themselves. Droll pressed on fucking
woman after woman after woman leading up to this mass demonstration. She had
never seen such dedication to the importance of learning and pure research.

Olivia turned and said, “Doctor, I
think we are about ready. Doctor? Doctor Droll, where are you? It is almost
time to begin.”

She walked through the back stage
and through the hallways searching for him. She stopped several men. They paid
close attention to her and what she said, but they weren’t much help. They
watched her go on her search even though they did not know where the Doctor
was. One man gave her a long hug to be sure she was okay, but she eventually
had to continue her search.

As she started opening doors on the
offices in the back halls of the auditorium, people stared with jaws open. They
did not know where Droll was when they did actually find their voices.

Olivia looked down and remembered
that she was naked. She thought that she should probably have covered up before
wandering off to search, but this was science and they needed to get started.
They had worked too hard and too long with countless cocks and pussies to not
present their data now that they had the chance.

Olivia opened the last door and
found Dr. Droll sprawled naked on a sofa. His hand fell aside and a wine bottle
rolled away from his grasp. Three French girls in various states of undress
worked him over even though he appeared to be mostly asleep. He was still rock
hard with his eyes closed and his head turned to the side breathing out breath
that smelled stronger than the inside of a wine vat.

Despite her desperation to get him
bodily up for the demonstration, she was impressed by his ability to stay hard
even in this state. If they could invent a pill to do this for other men, the
world would line up for them instead of them having to beg for demonstration
times.

“Doctor, we have to be on stage
now. The scientific community of Paris is waiting on us.”

One woman with dark hair and the
largest ass Olivia had seen since she became the Doctor’s assistant lowered
herself onto Droll’s cock for her turn. With her mass, she still managed to
keep a quick, able pace riding up and down on his stiff shaft. A blond sat on
the back of the couch using the Doctor’s limp hand to finger herself as she
gripped his wrist with both hands. A red head bent over the arm of the couch
and alternated between licking the Doctor’s balls and the giant ass having her
way with his cock.

The red head bent over with one leg
bent and cocked up just so as she tongued the balls and ass. That plump little
ass on the red head was so perfect that Olivia wished she had a cock so she
could climb behind her and give it a nice fucking. Olivia made a note that they
should invent such a device that women could strap on for such a moment like
this. She thought that maybe she could take just a little while to eat that
pussy and ass. They could be a little late to their demonstration.

Olivia shook her head to clear her
clouded thoughts. “Would you ladies excuse us? I need to discuss an important
matter with the Doctor.”

They laughed at her and continued
working him over.

“I’m awake,” Droll said. “Go
ahead.”

“You look passed out and drunk,
Doctor.”

He shrugged without opening his
eyes. The woman using his hand on her pussy moaned with the motion. He said, “I
am drunk, but I wouldn’t miss out on this. I’m being fucked by three French
girls for God’s sake.”

“We have a demonstration. We need
to go. Save some of that cock for science,” Olivia said.

“It doesn’t matter. If I’ve learned
anything on this trip,” Dr. Droll said, “it is that no one is ready to learn
what we have to teach them and if three French girls are willing to fuck your
brains out, you do not interrupt them until your brains are fully fucked out.”

“We worked for this moment,
Doctor.”

“Are we talking about the French
girls still?” he asked.

“No, the demonstration.” Olivia
shook her head.

“They will still be looking for the
G spot hundreds of years after we are dead and gone, Olivia.”

“Doctor Droll, we do not give up
because people don’t accept. We tell the truth with more evidence and greater
fervor. Get up and show them the G spot for your mother Gi Gi that you named it
after. Get up and make me squirt for science.”

Droll sat up and pushed the fat ass
French girl off his cock. He gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth and then one
on each giant tit.

“How do we convince them when they
don’t want to see though?” Droll asked.

Olivia looked over the pouty French
girls. She said, “Would you girls like to help us fuck for science?”

They looked at one another and
giggled. The red head with the absolutely fuckable ass said, “We just like
fucking. We don’t give a shit about science.”

Olivia waved a hand. “Not a
problem. Here’s what we need you to do …”

***

Dr. Droll sat on the stool and
bounced Olivia on his cock facing out toward the attentive audience.

The French girls worked their way
down the rows sucking one cock after another. The other men watched Olivia get
fucked on stage as they stroked themselves keeping it hard as the girls worked
their way down to give them a slurp. A few of them shot off early staining the
back of the seats in front of them.

Olivia watched the audience
watching her as Dr. Droll working over her G spot with his cock from the
inside. She was growing to enjoy the sex in front of large audiences more than
any other kind. She wondered if that might not be a problem.

She caught sight of the red head’s
bent ass as she bobbed her head in one of the scientist’s laps. She started to
pull away to suck the next man in line, but the man in her mouth gave a couple
wild bucks. His eyes rolled back in his head. She sucked him harder and faster
drinking down every drop of his load as he came down her throat.

Olivia had a great view of the red
head’s pussy. Her ass moved in time with the motion of her head as she sucked
down the French scientist’s load.

Olivia felt a shiver as she watched
the red head’s ass work. Even before Droll had a chance to pull out, she
started squirting out across the stage. It was a wide arc and caught the
glimmer from the lights as it went.

The men’s jaws dropped open and
they began to applaud, but quickly went back to stroking themselves.

The Doctor kept jamming up inside
her and reached around to use his fingers on her outer button. He wasn’t
finished with the demonstration by a far cry.

Olivia turned her head and held his
face as she kissed Dr. Droll on the lips. Droll kissed her back as he fucked
her like only he could. She wondered what it might all mean.

The
End

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The last streaks of the sun’s dying
light faded over the western skyline as the tall warrior tethered his hulking
warhorse to the post outside the tavern. The crudely painted banner on the
ramshackle door read ‘The sign of the times’ and times were rather hard for him
right then. He looked into the leather pouch tied to his belt, all that was
left were the six coppers he had earned the day before rescuing a lost cow from
becoming wolf dinner for a farmer. The man was too poor to pay him anything of
value, but the six copper coins and a side of roast beef was better than
nothing. He shook his large head ruefully at the state of his affairs as he
walked up the rickety stairs of the insalubrious place. It was an odd place for
a meeting; the mission had to be of the utmost secrecy for his mysterious
patron to have arranged for a convention there, at the outskirts of the city
walls.

He stepped into the tavern, his
tall, muscular frame out of place and standing out like a sore thumb in his
highland kilt and scant metal armor, a massive Claymore broadsword in its
scabbard on his wide back. Men of all kinds and of all vices crowded the place,
most of them of the shady sort. They eyed the huge mercenary with caution as he
walked past them slowly. Several tables were arranged around the dirty dining
hall, with roughhewn chairs scattered all around. Men ate and drank, and sang
and argued, while others lay passed out on the tables or the floor. Serving
wenches swaggered around, carrying large platters of pungent meat and flagons
of ale, spilling some of it all around them. He sidestepped the rushing women
and his keen eyes searched the tavern for the one who had arranged this
meeting.

He stopped midstride as a small
shapely hand suddenly pressed against his massive chest. He looked down at the
voluptuous blonde woman standing before him, her face covered in gaudy paint.
One of her finely plucked eyebrows was raised questioningly. She pushed her
generous near naked breasts up at him and her painted lips curled up in an
inviting smile. With what he had in his purse at that moment, he couldn’t
afford her even if he wanted to. Calmly he brushed her aside and moved forward;
his eyes locking onto the only other figure there that looked as out of place,
if not even more, as he did.

The rather heavy set man sat in the
far corner of the tavern, at a small round table with only two chairs. He had a
heavy brown cloak over his shoulders and a large hood pulled down over his head
obscured his features. He raised a hand and made a quick gesture. The mercenary
slowly stepped up to the table. The hooded man motioned him to sit down.

“One roasted partridge.” The
mercenary said, softly as he took the other seat.

“And its eggs poached.” The hooded
man completed the coded message to confirm they were not making any errors of
judgment.

“What’s the job?” The mercenary got
right to the point, not comfortable sitting with his back exposed.

The hooded man slipped a hand into
his cloak and brought out a small painted portrait, fitted in a gilded frame.
It was the likeness of a young woman, breathtakingly beautiful, with fiery red
hair, emerald green eyes and skin as lush as fresh cream. The mercenary
recognized her immediately. There were very few who did not. The Princess
Shania was not one to be hiding behind the palace walls, though she seldom
ventured outside alone; she was well known and feared all through the Western
Kingdom and beyond.

“Three days afore.” The hooded man
said in hushed tones. “Towards the Dark Keep to the east.”

“I know the place.” The highland
warrior nodded, glancing over his shoulder as some drunk singing a ribald tune.
“What is the purse?”

“Twenty gold pieces, sovereign
stamped.” The other replied, placing a small pouch before the mercenary. The
thick golden ring on his middle finger gleamed in the flickering light before
he swiftly pulled his hand away. “Five now, the rest when you have returned
with her alive and unharmed.”

“I need a manner of proof to
convince her of my intentions.” The mercenary nodded, quickly palming the
pouch. “So she may not fear me more than her captors.”

“I understand.” The slouched man
shook his head under the deep hood and fished out a small leather wrapped
package from under his cloak, placing it on the table.

The large muscular highlander
picked it up, unwrapping the tight binding. His eyes gleamed at the ornate,
jewel encrusted dagger within it. That alone could pay for a few years of his
way of life. He wrapped it back up and slipped it inside his leather jerkin.

“Why do you trust me with this, and
with your precious cargo?” He abruptly asked the hooded man.

“You were highly recommended,
Cullen, and your reputation precedes you in such matters.”

“You know my name,” Cullen replied
gruffly, rising to his feet. “And I am yet to see your face. But no matter,
your manner of speech and the signet ring on your finger that you have
forgotten to conceal has already told me who you are.”

“That’s why you are the man for
this job.” The other nodded as the mercenary turned and walked away. “I can
trust none other. And Cullen, be warned, for your patience is to be tested… as
my precious cargo is not accustomed to ways below her exalted station.”

***