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Story Post: Second opinion
Back in the Clinic again…
Except this time, things were a little different.
I was already blindfolded — my mask strapped tight, leaving me helpless in the dark. I could hear my doctor’s voice, calm and professional as always, but then I heard something else too: another man’s footsteps. My doctor had invited a colleague to assist today…
A second opinion, he said.
(Like I ever stood a chance.)
It turned out to be Mr. T — some of you will definitely recognize him from older Story Posts. The moment I heard their voices together, low and clinical, my heart just dropped into my stomach. I knew exactly what kind of trouble I was in. And I loved it.
My doctor explained my “issue” out loud, as if I wasn’t even there — how I’m always soaking wet and ready, no matter what. I whimpered as both men touched me, gloved fingers slipping inside to check just how embarrassingly wet I already was. Their casual discussion about my body, like I was a piece of equipment being inspected, made my head spin in the best way.
The first “treatment” started with Dr. T. He fucked me with a big, heavy dildo while I was made to kneel on the treatment table, my mouth hanging open just like my doctor instructed. I could feel them both watching, discussing, handling me like an object — like a problem to be solved.
Then they ordered me onto my back, and Dr. T kept thrusting the dildo deep while my doctor moved to inspect my mouth. Two gloved fingers pushed down my throat, stretching my tongue, pressing into my lips. I felt so small. So used. So right.
They didn’t forget my tits either — squeezing, massaging, examining every inch of my soft, obedient body. Their hands were everywhere, always clinical, always deliberate. I was just a subject. A patient. A thing to be studied.
Eventually, they commanded me down to the floor. I could barely think straight anymore — everything felt fuzzy and hot and wrong in the most delicious way. I sucked my doctor’s cock while Dr. T’s fingers pushed deep inside me, making obscene wet sounds I couldn’t hide even if I tried. (I didn’t.)
And when they finally let me wrap my lips around Mr. T’s cock too…
God. I was already dripping, shaking, desperate.
Then came the next level of my “treatment.”
They strapped me onto a bondage device — a little bench that bent my back and pushed my legs up high, cuffed wide apart to the wall. My arms dangled helplessly down the sides, cuffed too. I could barely move. Barely breathe. Just hang there… totally exposed and gagged.
My doctor teased my soaking pussy with a vibrating wand, sending shocks of unbearable pleasure through me instantly. I squirmed and gasped behind the gag, but it only encouraged them. One of the doctors fucked me with the dildo again while the other pressed the wand harder against my swollen clit. I felt like I was unraveling from the inside out.
They started fingering me in turns — fast, hard, relentless. I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking. Couldn’t stop the moans tearing from my throat. Couldn’t stop the way my pussy finally gave in.
I felt completely broken. And it was perfect.
But they weren’t done yet.
The final reward — the one my body had been begging for without even saying a word — came when they both pressed inside me.
A double creampie.
Hot, thick, filling me so deep I could barely process it through the haze of overstimulation.
I left the Clinic with my thighs shaking, my mind a beautiful mess of used, broken, and utterly satisfied.
And honestly?
I’m already aching for my next appointment. 🖤
