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Sleep Study Chapter Four [MFF+][30s, 40s][Masturbation][fantasy][light medfet][vaginal][humiliation][cnc][voyeurism][exhibitionism][free use][strap on]
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Historical-Pea-348 is in Strap on
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We walked another few doors down, she knocked and went right in. The thing that caught my attention right away was how big this guy was. He was sort of propped up against the aluminum pipes that made up the headboard of our slim beds. And still, his heels kind of hung off the end of the bed. I saw he’d brought the rolling stool over to the end of the bed and added a pillow to the top. The poor guy must have been resting his feet on the stool to sleep in here. Besides, he was broad, shoulders almost as wide as the headboard. Unlike the others he was also totally nude, and erect. Reminding me of me getting ready for Teddy.
“Whoa,” he cried, seeing me coming in behind Doctor Bitch, quickly and ineffectively covering his lap with a pillow.
“At ease, Subject T,” Doctor Bitch snapped. “She’s here as an assist since I’m running late on rounds tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” the guy agreed, still looking embarrassed and confused.
I stepped to the end of his bed, hands clasped behind my back.
“Are you learning how to uh–” he asked, gesturing between the Doctor and I.
“No,” I said. “I made her late. So I’m helping out.”
“Uh-huh,” he said again, still clearly unsure. I watched the pillow over his lap jump though.
“But if a handjob is what you want–” I offered, trying to help him out.
“Do I have other options?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, shrugging.
He sat up a little straighter, patting the bed for me to join him. Doctor Bitch sat back on the chair, tossing the pillow to the floor, rolling to the side of the bed. I knelt at the end of the bed, between his legs.
“You’re pretty,” he said matter-of-factly. “Are you sleeping any better?”
I couldn’t help it, laughing a little until Doctor Bitch cleared her throat and snapped her fingers at us.
“Yes,” I said, and she snapped again.
I was startled when he reached out, picking me up off my knees and turning me around on the bed so my back was to him. I’d never been manhandled so easily and effectively. He moved me like he moved the pillows around on the bed. Pushing on the back of my head until I leaned forward, resting my face on the mattress ahead of me. Head down and ass up for him. He touched my clit for a second. Making me gasp, and slide my knees further apart, hooking my hips up.
“How many cocks have you had in you?” he asked, crooking a finger inside me.
I gasped again, hoping he wasn’t disgusted.
“One,” I said.
“Two,” Doctor Bitch snapped.
I hadn’t been counting Teddy.
“Nice,” he grunted, kneeling upright behind me.
He lifted me higher on my knees, a palm on my stomach, another on my left hip so it would be easier for him to slide into me. I started matching his beat pretty easily. He felt good. Reaching forward he cupped both my breasts, covering them easily in his hands, using them as anchors to keep pulling me back on him.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “Tight but full of cum. You’re perfect.”
I moaned myself, coming on him helplessly. I went limp, but he just kept working me like a sex doll on him, easily running me up and down his shaft until he came a few minutes later. I crawled away from him, groaning as he flopped back on his pillows. Doctor Bitch reached between us and I startled away from her. When I glanced behind myself though I saw she had a cell phone, and was taking a picture of my spread open legs.
“For Doctor Jones,” she said.
I grunted and rolled further from her. She reached into the pocket of her lab coat, taking out what looked like a sterile wipe, cleaning off Big T. He grunted but accepted it. Turning and tossing the wipe in the trash barrel I got up and rolled his stool and pillow to the end of the bed so he could stretch out. And then stood by the door. Unwilling to be dragged any more. But when she joined me she still clamped her big hand on my elbow and started dragging me again.
“How many?” I asked.
“Hush,” she said.
“But how many–?”
“Three, Sub B, hush,” she said.
I bit my lip. Thankful at least that the next room was another woman. She only wanted my hand, wearing her own sleep mask. I felt a little stupid and inexperienced doing this. I lay beside this woman like Teddy lay with me, doing what I liked, unsure if that was the right thing. Doctor Bitch tapped my bare buttock hard with her gloved hands.
“More pressure,” she snapped at me.
When I did, the woman arched into my rubbing hand, whimpering and it went faster after that.
The next room was another man. I was aching and felt used up. Glad when he said he wanted a blowjob. He sat on the end of his bed, I knelt between his feet. I started sucking him, tired and unthinking.
“Can you make her like it?” he panted, clearly directed at Doctor Bitch.
I rolled my eyes but kept sucking. Wasn’t this enough? He seemed to be enjoying himself.
I heard the wheeled stool whispering across the floor and listened to her behind me. My hips suddenly received a furious two-handed slap, the rubber gloves making a popping noise off my buttocks. I squealed with my mouth full.
“Stand up,” she demanded.
I did, bending in half to keep sucking him. She tapped my inner thigh with her gloved knuckles. I sighed around the girth in my mouth and spread my legs a little. She began that oddly medical milking she’d do of my clitoris. It felt more tender because I was so swollen. I shook under her hand as I kept working on him, moaning against his flesh. He clearly enjoyed that, starting to pump into my mouth. He came quite suddenly, making me choke on it with the awkward angle I was trying to swallow in. I tried to stand up but she slapped me again.
“Finish,” she said.
I stayed bent over, hands now on the end of the bed as he got comfortable back under his blankets. Finally coming about two minutes later, ashamed and turned on like she always managed to do to me.
I sighed as she grabbed me by the hair and the left elbow this time. At least it would be the last room.
Another man. He was quicker on the uptake than the other people had been, or more willing, or less surprised. I knelt with my hands on the headboard as he slammed away behind me. He took longer than the others too. I was definitely beginning to feel raw and useless. He reached around me at one point, running a few of his fingers over my now grotesquely swollen and numb clit.
“Please don’t,” I panted.
I was surprised that he stopped immediately. He’d seemed so perfunctory about me coming in nude and sweating to his room, and offering my body, I thought he might push. Instead he just grunted, “Doc” as he kept thrusting.
She rolled the stool closer to us, handing him something. I squealed when he withdrew, plunging thick fingers into me, slathered in lube. Doing it a second and third time until I dripped it onto his sheets and then going back to fucking me.
He finally came. I was slumped across the headboard, my forehead against the wall, lightly bonk bonk bonking into the drywall with every thrust.
“Thanks,” he panted, awkwardly patting my shoulder like a coach.
I fell out of the bed, following Doctor Bitch.
“Can I go lay down now?” I whined. “I’m tired.”
“You’re tired?” she asked, sarcasm high and obvious.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m tired.”
“Into my office for a moment,” she snapped instead.
We had to walk a long way to reach her office. At least six minutes, wandering in switch-backing and identical beige-pale hallways. I lost my way quickly. Just following her. Soles of my feet feeling disgusting, legs shivering, torso gone, brain long since floating away.
She unlocked a door and I followed her into a dark room. Flicking on the lights and blinding me like she always did. She sat briskly behind a desk, brusquely gesturing to a chair opposite to me.
My legs shook and my hips felt spread too wide. I wanted to sit. But I knew I was a mess between my legs. I perched on the absolute edge of the tweed armchair. It was incredibly uncomfortable on my bare skin.
She tap-tap-tapped away at a laptop for at least a minute as I caught my breath. Trying too to recapture the thread of any higher thinking. All I was noticing was all my various throbbing parts.
There was a buzz via an intercom which made me almost leap out of the chair. She barked a “yes!” back into it which made me jump in the opposite direction.
I heard Teddy’s knock, that knuckle-rolling sound.
“Okay, Bee?” he asked me very softly as he came in.
“Tired,” I said. “Okay?”
“Embarrassed,” he said.
“As well you should be,” Doctor Bitch snapped at him. “What did you have to relearn tonight?”
“Don’t get involved with the patients,” he said quietly.
“Right,” she said. “You’re too soft-hearted, you get too involved.”
“I didn’t coerce her–” he started to say.
I nodded behind him. Wishing to more vociferously defend him but too tired and inarticulate to know how to begin.
“I asked,” I whispered.
“That doesn’t matter,” she said to me scornfully. “You’re vulnerable. You trusted him. He doesn’t get to use that against you.”
“I kept asking him,” I said, a little stronger. “I really wanted him.”
“And you’re a delightful little slut,” she said. Oddly it made my body clench hearing her say that. Wanting to hear it again. “Just wonderful. His job is to have the mental and physical fortitude to say ‘no’ to you.”
I slumped back into my seat. Tired, ashamed, wondering what next. She was quiet, typing for another few moments. Suddenly leaning forward and shuffling through one of the lower drawers on her desk. Standing with her back to us for a few moments.
When she turned back around I saw she was wearing a strap-on harness– something I’d just seen in a few pornos that I’d quickly clicked away from. It was big and she wore it comfortably.
“Oh please,” I said, hands up, backing up in the chair, burning my bare skin on it.
“Really?” she asked. “No? You’re telling me no now?”
“No,” I whispered, letting my hands drop back into my lap.
She curled a finger at me and I went to her, circling around her desk. Grabbing both my wrists in one of her hands she pushed me forward over her desk until I was bent over it. She let the strap-on bounce against my clit and I squealed, kicking.
“Please, ma’am, please though, I can’t take that, I can’t take it, it’s too big–” I cried.
Now feeling it against me I was sure of that fact. It looked big simply on her body but feeling it between my legs I knew it was impossible.
“Yes you can,” she said gently. “This is approximately the same size as Subject T. Well, you were watching the whole time, weren’t you Doctor Jones? Wouldn’t you say that’s the case?”
I threw my hair off my face, searching for Teddy.
“Did you watch?” I asked.
“At the two-ways,” he said.
I wriggled against her, feeling the cool and too-hard strap-on against me. Not knowing he’d been watching. Assuming others had too.
I heard Doctor Bitch snapping her fingers. Unsure if she was snapping at me to get me to mount up or snapping at him to get an answer from him.
“Subject T is very well-endowed,” Teddy said quietly. So she had been snapping at him. “And you took it very well, Bee.”
I groaned and as it drained away from me she plunged into me. I gasped, fighting underneath her. It didn’t hurt as much as I was expecting but I felt very full, and it seemed like she was bottoming out. Plus it was harder than a man would be, but slicker and smoother.
For a long while I just let her fuck me. The only sound in the office was my whimpers and heavy breaths. She didn’t make a sound. Slapping me once when I tried to crawl away from her. And Teddy didn’t make a sound.
“You want her again, don’t you?” Doctor Bitch said, clearly directed at Teddy.
“Yes,” he said simply, sounding ashamed.
“Do you want him in your mouth?” she asked me, tapping my hips with her gloved hands.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Go ahead,” she said, sounding disgusted.
After a few seconds I felt him close to me. Looking up at him as he undid his pants, already very erect. I stuck my tongue out and moaning, he pressed into my mouth. Now I was sliding between the two of them, and the only sound was his heavy breath. His hands were soft on my head, brushing my hair back. I suddenly clenched and Doctor Bitch chuckled. Surprising me by withdrawing from me.
“Good work, Sub B,” she said, still laughing meanly. “Just creamed all over my cock. Time to flip around.”
I was confused for a long second and she slapped me once, and then twice. That ringing, popping double-handed slap she could land on me. I took my mouth off Teddy, sitting up with a squeal.
She hit me again, once on my buttocks, once on my thigh, once on my left breast, which made me turn around.
She was right, whatever remaining loads had been inside me were now sliding down the length of the strap on.
“Clean me up,” she said, sitting down. “He can finish you.”
I moaned, shaking my head at her.
“Not a request,” she said.
I leaned over, feeling my nose wrinkling, my lips drawing back as I attempted to take the strap-on in my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, though I gagged at first. Partially the length, partially from tasting myself on the rubber.
“There you go,” she said, for the first time sounding actually soothing. “Good job, good work. See how well she takes it, Doctor Jones?”
I gave a muffled moan, thinking about Teddy still watching me. Then I heard that soft flesh-on-flesh sound and knew he was touching himself to me cleaning up her strap-on. Moaning again. Grabbing my hair she lifted me up painfully from her lap.
“Ready for this to be over?” she asked me.
I nodded, and she slapped me.
“Finish me, ma’am,” I cried.
She shoved me down hard back onto the strap-on, until I choked and gagged on it.
“You heard her,” she snapped, clearly at Teddy again.
He groaned, stepping forward and filling me up. Reaching around my waist to touch my clit. I came nearly immediately but neither of them slowed at all. I sputtered and gagged around the strap-on, filled up at the other end by him. He finally finished after I had two more orgasms. I didn’t expect him to take so long, but then, he had just orgasmed not too long ago. The rounds seemed to take hours for me, but they probably didn’t.
I collapsed to the floor, shivering. Listening to her tossing her strap-on back into the drawer. Closing a folder on her desk.
“Well, go put her to bed, Jones,” she said. “She said she was tired.”
He crouched down beside me, getting me up in his arms. Usually I wouldn’t have allowed that but I was exhausted, and pretty sure my legs weren’t going to work. My hips felt spread several feet away from each other. All my joints seemed loose, really. I felt like an engine pushed to the limit.
He opened the door.
“Say good night,” she said.
“Good night,” we said in unison.
I listened to his long walk back toward the patient rooms. The echo of his dress shoes on the tile.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m okay,” I said. And meant it. The most pressing problem was getting into a bed. Letting my body rest and reset for just a while. And then a shower directly after that. I smelled awful, and was sticky with sweat.
I heard another door opening and he set me softly onto a mattress.
“Stay for a while,” I said, hearing his steps moving back toward the door.
He sighed but returned. Taking off his shoes for the first time, sliding them under the bed. I lifted the covers to let him in next to me. We had to lay directly against each other– the bed was really too small for two. But neither of us seemed to mind.
And I felt deeply and dreamlessly asleep.

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