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Helping Hands

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After that little Halloween incident with my gynecologist, Dr. Markus DeShade and his band of kinky cohorts, he has been exceptionally nice to me. So has his wife Evelyn, although I think her interest is more on the Sapphic side. Tall, good-looking women tend to become attracted to me, as was the case with my German friend, Eva Reichman (see Cat’s Discovery).

Anyway, I was getting my monthly physical (my doctor is VERY dedicated), my feet in the stirrups, and Dr. DeShade was happily humming some familiar tune I couldn’t quite identify, his face mere inches from my pussy. He was poking and prodding away with his fingers, digging deep into my female plumbing, presumably looking for buried treasure. Good thing I douched before coming to my appointment; my watuzi still smelled like a pina colada.

“Very nice Ms Wolff, you’re as clean as a whistle. Funny, I have this overwhelming desire for conch fritters and jerk chicken, not sure why though. And I’d swear I hear steel drums playing somewhere. Hmm, anyway Ms Wolff, I thought I told you to keep your crotch shaved bare, not even stubble! And your anus too. Are you using the depilatory I prescribed for you?”

“Yes Doctor, I just didn’t get to it this week, sorry.”

“No excuses now. All women should stay clean and smooth at all times, prevents all kinds of bugs from growing inside of you. You don’t want a vaginal infection, or a urinary tract disease do you? Of course not! So let’s get you cleaned up here, then I’ll expect you to maintain this pretty little pussy of yours on your own.”

Before I could protest, Dr. DeShade opened a drawer and pulled out a safety razor and a can of shaving cream. Whistling that unknown, but familiar tune again, he lathered up my entire pubic area and then down under and all around my butt hole. Just as he was about to start shaving, the intercom buzzed.

“Oh my, I’ve been waiting for this call, its long distance. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

The doctor dashed out of the office, forgetting to close the door. Just great, I thought to myself, I’m laying here naked (the doctor doesn’t allow me to have any clothes on during the examination) with my feet up in the air, my legs spread as wide as they will go, shaving cream lathered all over my privates. I’m a fairly patient woman, but this was becoming a bit too much! After all, I have things to do too! I was going to give the doctor a piece of my mind when he got back.

Just then, two young doctors, both looking like they just graduated from high school, walked past the exam room door. They both stopped short, staring in at the spectacle before them: namely me, spread out for them in all my glory, covered in shaving cream. They looked at each other, then up and down the hallway, and not seeing anybody else around, came in to my room and closed the door.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am, but we’re both interns, and we were told to check in on each patient to observe and learn. What seems to be the problem here today?”

“I’m just getting my monthly check-up, and the doctor was about to shave my lower regions when he got called away. This is rather embarrassing actually.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about ma’am, we’re professionals! So when did you first start having problems with your, uh, lower regions?”

“I’m not having a problem with my lower regions you idiot! I’m just here for a routine check-up. The doctor wants me to stay shaved down there so I don’t get any diseases. Sheesh!”

The interns turned and looked at each other in disbelief. It was painfully obvious they were new and had little or no experience with good female hygiene for disease prevention.

“Uh, sorry ma’am, we’ve never heard of using that method before. You say you come in for regular MONTHLY exams?”

“Yes, yes, Dr. DeShade is very thorough. He knows what he’s doing. Now you two better leave before he gets back.”

“Say Ben, we could perform this procedure, and save Dr. DeShade the time and trouble. After all, we’re interns, and we’re supposed to get as much hands-on experience as possible.”

“I think you’re right Jerry, it seems easy enough. Let’s do it! I’ll bet we’ll get kudos for this!”

“Excuse me, hello? Don’t I have any say so in this? Dr. DeShade is very particular about his work, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“Don’t worry ma’am, we’re professionals! We’ll have you as smooth as a baby’s butt in no time. Dr. DeShade will be very proud of how brave you are. Hand me that razor Ben, and grab one for yourself. Do you think we should put masks on?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary Jerry. I brushed my teeth right after breakfast, how about you?”

“Me too. Besides, it smells like a tropical island in here, like coconuts or something. How could germs survive around here? Okay, I’m going in, wish me luck.”

“Good luck Jerry, I’m right here with you, just you and me, side-by-side, bosom buddies, ying and yang, hand-in-hand, the alpha and the omega, the two musketeers, Abbott and Costello, . . . ”


“Well excuuuuuse meeeeee!!!”

“And don’t do your Steve Martin impersonation either, we don’t want to make the patient laugh, she might get all shook up and one of us might shave off the wrong thing.”

“You mean . . . . ”

“Yes, I’m talking about her love button, her pearl of Venus, her nubbin of nookie, her . . .”

“HEY!!! Okay you guys, what’s all this talk about cutting off my clit? Are you two really doctors? Are you sure you know what you’re doing? Do we really need to have a comedy routine going on here?”

“Comedy is the best stress reliever, other than sex; we were just trying to help you to relax before the procedure.”

“Can we get on with it then? I really have to be somewhere this afternoon.”

“Well if you’ll stop interrupting us, maybe we can get this done sometime today. Ben, would you kindly re-apply some shave lubricant.”

Dr Ben squirted the shaving cream just above my slit, then proceeded to smear it all over my pubis. He even managed to get some inside my vagina, inserting two fingers deep within the meaty folds, pumping them in and out like a little miniature dildo. I didn’t think I was growing any hair in there, but I guess he could see better than me. Besides, it felt rather good.


“Please Miss, try not to squirm around so much. Ben, do you think you could put that stuff on the OUTSIDE?”

After Dr Ben finished, Dr Jerry started shaving. He ran the blade all over the area, using his fingers to protect the sensitive vaginal lips. Dr Ben held my legs further apart by pushing outward on my inner thighs. Once he finished, Dr Jerry dampened a towel with warm water and wiped the excess shaving cream off my crotch, paying special attention to my pussy.

“Now on to the anus. Ben, would you care to try your hand at this one? Its not as critical as the vaginal region, but just as important.”

“I’d be honored sir. Could you push her legs back further please? Good job man.”

Standing behind me and taking my feet out of the stirrups, Dr Jerry grabbed my legs behind each knee and pulled back, holding my thighs against the sides of my head. Now my ass was raised up off the table, leaving my butt hole fully exposed.

“What a nice looking poop shoot you have there Miss.”

Following the same procedure as his partner before him, Dr Ben lathered up my entire rectal area. He also inserted a finger into my ass, twirling it around for good measure. Good thing I had cleaned myself out before leaving the house. When showering, I usually place the hand held shower sprayer up against both my pussy and my ass, sending a jet of water into each orifice. I clean everything out and give myself a mini orgasm all in one shot. I’m efficient that way.

Dr Ben then shaved me around my anal ring, back up to my pussy, then back down and all around again. Once he was done, he took the same towel as before, and wiped everything up all nice and clean and dry.

“There, that should do ma’am. I think Dr DeShade will be very happy with this. Say Jerry, shouldn’t we apply a salve to the shaved areas, to keep the skin from becoming irritated?”

Dr Jerry, who was still helping me to keep my ears warm with my own thighs, replied, “Why yes of course. We don’t want any redness or soreness showing up. That wouldn’t make Dr DeShade happy at all.”

I piped up, “That’s okay doctors, my skin never gets irritated. If you’ll kindly let me up so I can get dressed and get the hell out of here, I’d appreciate it.”

Ignoring me, Dr Jerry said, “Ben, do you want to take care of the regions you worked on, then we’ll switch and I’ll do my part?”

“Most assuredly sir.”

With that said, Dr Ben began to assault my ass with his tongue, licking and slurping his way to my little pink hole, darting his tongue inside. He placed his entire mouth around my asshole and began eating out my rectum. He licked all around my entire butt, including both cheeks, all the way up to my pussy. He stopped short there, then went back down to my anus. I was writhing and swaying in pleasure, trying to keep from falling off the table. It was a good thing Dr Jerry maintained a firm grip on my knees, or I would have been on the floor for sure!

“Uhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . goddddd . . . that feels soooooo good.”

“Say Ben, I’m thinking the lady needs a special ointment for her sensitive skin. You know the kind I mean.”

“I think you’re right Jerry, I’ve got a tube of the stuff right here.”

Dr Ben dropped his pants to the floor, climbed up onto the table on his knees, and placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. He had gotten me so lubricated with his saliva, he pushed once and was in to the hilt. Fortunately he wasn’t exactly hung like a horse He began a slow rhythmic pumping, his balls hitting my ass cheeks on each inbound thrust. Using the fingers from both hands, he played with my pussy lips, pinching my clit between thumb and forefinger.

“OHHH . . . GODDD . . . ”

In the meantime, still holding my legs back behind my ears, Dr Jerry was playing with my tits, twisting and mauling them, pulling my nipples up then letting them snap back. Dr Ben continued stuffing his meat into my colon, thrusting faster and faster. All of a sudden he pulled out and grabbing his prick in one hand, shot a huge load of spunk all over my ass. He was furiously jerking his hose, spraying semen all over the place. When his spasms subsided, he used his hand to rub his sperm into my skin, coating my entire ass.

“There, doesn’t that feel better now? That should prevent any rashes from forming. Jerry? Shouldn’t you follow-up with your area? After all, I only focused on her posterior, you need to treat the other regions. Let’s switch places.”

Getting off the table, Dr Ben shuffled over to Dr Jerry and took hold of my legs in the same fashion. Dr Jerry practically ran to the other end of the table, dropping his pants along the way. I was still in a daze from the ass fucking I had just received. Following the other doctor’s example, Dr. Jerry climbed up on to the table on his knees.

“I think you’ll find the patient well lubricated from my own ministrations there, as well as from her own secretions. You can add some of your own if you think it will be necessary.”

“Just a touch I think.”

Dr Jerry began licking my pussy, flattening his tongue against my slit. He then darted inside, swirling around my clit, nibbling gently, sucking the little nubbin into his mouth.

“Uhhhhhhhh . . . nnnnnnnnfffff . . . mmmmmmmm . . . yeahhhhh . . . eat it eat it!”

Having gotten me sopping wet, Dr Jerry got up on his knees and put his cock to my slit. Fortunately, he WAS hung like a horse. He slipped about eight inches in before meeting resistence, with another three or four inches still knocking at the door. If he wasn’t as wide as a Coke can, he might have gotten more in, but that was all she wrote. Looking me in the eyes, he shrugged and began pumping that monster in and out, trying on each thrust for more depth. It wasn’t meant to be, so I had to make the best of it. I climaxed on his fourth thrust.


Again following Dr Ben’s lead, Dr Jerry pulled his python out of my sorely stretched twat and sprayed a load of cum all over my crotch, my belly, even my tits took a hit. Grabbing his huge balls I rolled them around, making sure all the fluid was out. I looked like I was coated in warm vanilla icing.

Dr Ben let go of my legs so I could stretch them out and lay flat. Still holding his horse cock, Dr Jerry cinched forward on his knees until the tip was inches from my nose.

“We need to clean the medical equipment, if you’d be so kind . . . ”

Even though he wasn’t rock hard any more, I couldn’t get much more than the helmet into my mouth, but I cleaned him up as best I could. Using my tongue, I licked the shaft up and down and all around, until it was sparkling. That mammoth bone was clean enough to eat off of. No one was going to accuse me of being a slacker!

Dr Ben quickly replaced Dr Jerry, kneeling and straddling my chest. His dick was much smaller and I was able to engulf the entire thing. I sucked and slurped and polished that thing until it was as cum free as his partner’s. He even insisted I clean up his balls, which had gotten some drippings on them. When I was finished, the doctors moistened more towels with warm water, and started giving me a sponge bath. By the time they were done, I was as spotless as if I’d never had a cum shower at all! They pulled their pants back on and left, congratulating each other on a job well done.

Gathering up my clothes, I got dressed and tried to sneak out of the building. There was no telling what they were going to try and charge me for that kind of treatment, with three doctors’s bills and all. I may be blonde, but I’m no fool! Just as I was about to make my escape, Dr DeShade came out of his office and saw me.

“Ms. Wolff, wait one moment please.”

Damn, nabbed again.

“My wife is in a bit of a dilemma. As you know, she’s a chiropractor and has two massage therapists on staff at all times. As luck would have it, both are out sick with the flu and there’s a client who’s expecting his treatment this evening. He and I went to medical school together and my wife has been treating him for years. He’s a plastic surgeon, quite wealthy actually and would be extremely disappointed if he didn’t receive his therapy as promised. My wife is desperate, she doesn’t want to lose his business. I mentioned you were here today and she asked if you might be interested in making some extra money this evening. She charges a fee of $500 to the client and usually keeps half and gives the other half to the therapist. In this case, so as not to lose the account, she’ll let you keep the whole fee if you’ll do this for her. I’m told this client tips well, another $500 or so. You could make $1000 for a couple hours of easy work. What say?”

“I don’t know anything about massage therapy, what would I have to do?”

“Oh its simple really, haven’t you ever given your husband a back rub? I have one of my wife’s textbooks around here somewhere. It has illustrations and simple instructions. You’d be a natural, trust me. Tell you what, I’ll take you there, I need to catch up with Bob anyway. I’ll keep him occupied with talk of old times, and all you have to do is work your magic. Deal?”

Hmm, a thousand bucks for a back rub? How could I turn that down? I should start charging Wolfie!

“Okay, I’ll do it. What should I wear, I don’t have nurse’s scrubs or anything like that.”

“Its like exercising at the gym, you’ll probably work up a sweat. I’ve seen the regular girls wearing tank tops and shorts, even bathing suits on occasion, so I’d recommend something like that. Its up to you of course, but you want to make sure you get that tip eh? If you get my drift?”

Then he winked. Okay so I needed to dress comfortably, yet provocatively, if I wanted a good tip. No problem, I worked for a day at Hooters on a dare, and I made more in tips in one evening than I made as an engineering consultant. And that was a lot of work! How hard could this be?

Dr DeShade arranged to pick me up at my house at 7PM, and would drive me to the client’s estate. Once I got home, I ate a quick salad for dinner, then took a shower. My morning encounter with the interns left me smelling like a French whore, or actually, like any typical French woman (after all, what’s the difference?). I shaved my legs, touching up my crotch and ass crack, as the doctor had ordered. I also douched and enemized; I liked being clean inside and out. I decided to compromise on the clothes, wearing a two piece thong bikini and loose cotton short shorts. It was somewhat cool outside in the mountain air, so I threw on a warm up suit.

Dr DeShade picked me up right on time and off we went. We made pleasant small talk until arriving at the estate. It was a sprawling Lindal cedar home, with windows everywhere, sitting on a bluff overlooking the west prong of the Little Pigeon River below, the town of Gatlinburg off in the distance. Behind it were the Great Smoky Mountains, Mt. LeConte easily visible on this clear, cool night. The place had to be worth $2 mil easy.

“He’s got 10 acres on the bluff, which is practically unheard of. I think he paid over a million for it.”

Robert Moore greeted us at the door. A fine looking man, about 56, with a shock of steel gray hair, over six feet tall, and fit. My kind of man. Well, okay, any man is my kind of man, but he was a hunky-looking mature guy. I felt a familiar tingling in my nether regions.

“Marky, how are you? Long time, no see. And who is this lovely woman with you?”

“Bob Moore, meet Ms. Cat Wolff, my wife’s new masseuse. She’s going to administer your therapy this evening.”

“Wonderful! Its always nice having a good looking lady running her hands all over one’s body. Come in, come in.”

Bob led us through the house, into a large sunroom overlooking the bluff. In the daylight this must have some view, I thought. The interior was exposed post and beam, rustic but classy. There was a massage bed set up in the middle of the room.

Bob said, “Let’s get to it, shall we? I’ll excuse myself for a moment to remove my clothes and wrap myself with a towel, if that’s okay with Ms Wolff.”

“Sure, its okay with me I guess.”

After Bob left the room, Dr DeShade handed me a small duffel bag containing several massage oils and hand towels. When Bob returned, he was wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else. He climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. Dr DeShade sat in an overstuffed leather recliner near Bob’s head, and they began an animated conversation.

It was warm inside the house, so I removed the warm up suit and took a bottle of oil from the bag the doctor had given me. Dr DeShade stopped in mid-sentence, looking me up and down. Bob raised his head off the table and turned to see what caught the doctor’s attention. He looked directly into my eyes and smiled.

“Ms. Wolff, you are an extremely good looking woman. This will be the best massage I’ve ever had, I’m sure.”

“Thanks Mr. Moore, I’ll do my best. You can call me Cat.”

I poured some oil onto Bob’s back and began to knead and rub the skin. He and Dr DeShade went back to talking about old times. I really started getting into it, digging my fingers in, making large circular motions with the palms of my hands. I started working on his neck and shoulders, using more oil as I went along.

“Mmmmm that feels wonderful Cat, could you do the shoulders a little more?”

Even though the table was set fairly low I’m somewhat short, and I was not able to reach all the way across Bob’s body from either side. So I was switching back and forth from one side to the other, which was becoming tiresome.

“Mr. Moore, if its okay with you, I’m going to climb up on the table and straddle your back, then I can do both shoulders and the neck all at the same time.”

“Are you kidding? Go for it Cat, its just like riding a horse right? I’ll try not to buck you too hard, hahaha. Oh and, by the way, please call me Bob.”

I climbed onto the table, placing my legs on either side of Bob’s torso. My shorts opened slightly at the crotch, and my thong covered pussy made contact with the skin on Bob’s back. I think he noticed.

“By the way Cat,” Dr DeShade offered, “My wife’s regular female therapist uses a massage technique involving her bare breasts, something she learned in Japan. If you’re interested in learning the technique, I could teach it to you. I’m sure Bob wouldn’t mind being a test subject.”

I said, “Well, I don’t know Dr. DeShade, that doesn’t sound very professional.”

Then Bob said, “I’ll tell you what, I’d like to buy your bikini top for $200. Will you sell it to me?”

I thought to myself, two hundred dollars for half a bathing suit? One I bought in Walmart two years ago? This didn’t seem right somehow.

“Come, come, Miss Wolff, it’s a perfectly normal procedure. There’s nothing to be shy about, Mr. Moore and I have seen plenty of breasts. If you want to learn the business you’ll have to follow my instructions. Now, off with it, I insist!”

Before I could respond, Dr. DeShade untied the strings holding my top in place and it slid right off. I picked up the top and handed it to Bob. My bare breasts were now fully exposed to the two men, my nipples beginning to harden.

“Thank you Cat, put it on my tab. We’ll settle up before you leave.”

Then Dr. DeShade stood up and came over to the table. Grabbing a bottle of massage oil, he said, “Okay Cat, here’s what you do. You pour a generous amount of oil on your breasts, specifically close to the nipple region, like so.”

The doctor poured the oil onto my breasts, coating the nipples and a large circular area beyond. The oil began to drip onto Bob’s back.

“Then, before you lose it all, you use your breasts instead of your hands, kneading them directly into the client’s skin. Just use your hands to keep your balance. Here, lean down to his back and I’ll show you.”

I’d never heard of this method before, but who was I to question anything? After all, the doctor was a professional and his wife did this for a living. It must be one of those well-kept secrets only the rich and famous knew about. I leaned forward, touching my nipples to Bob’s shoulder blades. Dr. DeShade held one breast with both hands and mashed it down into Bob’s skin, making circular motions. I got the idea and really began to push my large, firm breasts into Bob’s back, massaging his skin with my tits. The doctor continued to hold my boob, although I didn’t think it was necessary at this point, I got the idea.

“Do his neck Cat. Here, I’ll be the oil man.”

Dr. DeShade put a little more oil on both my titties, and then I really started grinding into Bob’s neck, one boob on each side below his ears and the center of my cleavage directly into the back of his neck. Dr. DeShade pushed my breasts together, squeezing Bob’s neck in between. I began crawling backwards, rubbing my breasts into Bob’s flesh, working my way down his back.

When I got to the top of the towel encircling his waist I thought to myself, now what was I supposed to do? Dr DeShade answered my thoughts for me.

“The therapist usually asks the client if they’re more comfortable removing the towel or leaving it on. In this case, I imagine it’s the former.”

“By all means Cat, let’s get rid of the towel, I’d like the full treatment. Be a good girl and take it away. Thanks.”

Bob raised his pelvis, and I pulled the towel out. Now he was completely naked still laying face down on the table. I continued backing up, massaging Bob’s butt cheeks, working my breasts around and around his smooth skin. So I wouldn’t fall off the table, I turned around facing Bob’s feet. As the doctor held my boobs together, occasionally applying small amounts of oil, I worked my way down one leg, then the other, giving both feet a good workout as well. Bob had spread his legs apart, and I could see his balls, which looked rather large. Turning back around again to face his head, I began working back up to Bob’s ass, rubbing all around his anus, lightly brushing his nuts with each nipple. When Bob began to squirm, I thought I was hurting him, so I stopped for a moment.

“Come on Cat, let’s get down in between there, the scrotum is very important to a man’s health and well-being. It needs proper manipulation and stimulation. Its all very technical, I’m sure you wouldn’t understand the details. Here, I’ll push your booby down in there for you. That’s a girl, work it in there good. You’ve got plenty of tit flesh, lets not waste it.”

With one breast down in between Bob’s legs, massaging his balls, my face was mere inches from his ass crack.

“Here now Cat, pay attention and learn. No, don’t stop rubbing Bob’s ball sack, keep that boob down in there good and tight. That’s a good girl. Now, have you ever felt a man’s prostate? No? Well, damn girl, where have you been living, in a cave? Here, give me your hand. Now, I’m going to put some oil on your fingers. Now a little bit on Bob’s bung hole. Mr. Moore, could you spread your legs a bit farther? Jolly good, that’ll do. Now Miss Cat, take your index finger like so, and place it on the anus like so, now push in gently until its all the way in. Keep that titty moving around his balls girl, for god’s sake! Now, feel around, don’t be shy. Just take your time. Do you feel a bit of a lump in there? Keep searching, its there, unless Mr. Bob’s had it removed? No?”

I had my finger in Bob’s ass, as far as it would go, and I was feeling around. This all seemed so foolish; after all, what did I know about prostates? Bob was really squirming around now, and was moaning softly. I was so afraid I was hurting him, thank goodness the doctor was by my side. I still didn’t see what this had to do with massages, but this was my first time, so I assumed it was above board and all. The doctor was still manipulating my breasts, or at least the one not occupied with Bob’s gonad massage.

“Do you feel it? Well?”

“I’m sorry doctor, I’m just not sure.”

“Here, get down off the table a minute. Let me show you what I’m talking about.”

“Is this really that important? After all, this is just a body massage.”

“Important? Of course its important you silly girl. A man Bob’s age needs to have his prostate massaged regularly, otherwise he’s prone to all sorts of diseases. This is a vital part of the therapist’s job. You must take care of all the client’s needs, no matter how odd or unusual they may seem to you personally. Is that understood?”

“Yes doctor.”

“Good. Now let me demonstrate on you. I know you don’t have one, but I can show you where to look. Take your shorts off please.”

“But doctor, I don’t see . . . ”

“Please Miss Cat! This is serious! You must receive the proper training. Now off with them.”

This was becoming more embarrassing by the moment. I slowly eased my shorts off, now standing in front of these two men in just my thong bikini bottoms. Both Dr DeShade and Bob were looking me up and down, lingering first on my bare breasts, then a little lower, at my barely covered pussy.

“You should thank me for making you stay completely shaved down there Miss Cat. Otherwise, you’d never be able to wear such a skimpy bathing suit. You look scrumptious, by the way.”

“Very scrumptious my dear,” Bob added.

“Thank you. Could we get on with it then? I’m really feeling quite self-conscious standing here in front of the two of you like this.”

“Nonsense. Don’t worry your pretty little head. Nothing to be self-conscious about with us, right Bob?”

“Right Marky. Strictly for educational purposes.”

“Exactly. Now, Miss Cat, I’d like you to bend over, elbows on the table, right next to Bob’s hip. Good girl. Now, I want you to put your finger in Bob’s ass again. There she goes, very good. Feel around, twirl it, shove it in and out, get used to it, we don’t want you to be shy about it.”

Bob was moaning and squirming again. I really was trying to find that damn prostate so we could continue the therapy. But I just didn’t see what the big deal was. I now had two fingers in past the last knuckle in his ass, and was digging around in earnest. Bob didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Before I insert my finger into your posterior Miss Wolff, I want to explain a couple of options for lubrication. Keep working on Bob’s rectum, use three fingers if necessary. There’s a good girl. How’s that Mr. Bob, not too uncomfortable? Good thing Cat has slim digits eh?”

“Uuuhhh, ooohhhh, mmmmmm, noooooo, s’okay.”

“Good. Now, Miss Wolff, occasionally the massage therapist forgets to bring reserve supplies of massage oil. Obviously the prostate portion of the massage requires some sort of lubricant. What’s a person to do you say? For starters, saliva works well in a pinch. You can gather up a good mouthful and slowly let it drip onto the clients butt crack, like so.”

The doctor pulled my ass cheeks apart, pulling the thong to one side, and dribbled his spit onto my butt. I felt the liquid running down toward my little pink hole.

“Then using one finger, gather up a good portion of the spit and push directly into the opening, like so.”

“OOOH! Geez Doctor DeShade, are you sure you put enough on there? It feels rather tight.”

“Well Miss Cat, you are rather petite, and my finger is somewhat plump. You know what they say about a man with plump fingers don’t you? A clear sign all his protuberances are plump! HAHAHA! Get it?”

“Yes Doctor I get it. Uh . . . uh . . . um can we . . . oh my . . . ouch! . . . uh, get on with it then?”

The doctor was ramming his finger in and out of my ass, which didn’t seem to be an effective way of looking for a gland of any sort. And it was getting dry again.

“Sorry Miss Wolff, got carried away there for a second. You have such a lovely ass, I couldn’t resist. Back to work then. Saay! Mr. Bob, would you like to see the demonstration? Who knows, you might want to try this out on your next girlfriend. For therapeutic purposes of course.”

“Of course. I’d love to learn from the master.”

“Stay where you are then. Miss Cat, come around to the front here so Bob can watch. Bend over the arm of this chair and spread your legs as far apart as possible. Be a good girl now.”

This was really becoming too much. I fully intended to do some research of my own and verify exactly what sort of technique the doctor was practicing. I came around to the front of the table and leaned over the arm of the chair, spreading my legs.

“You know, Dr Mark, that thong is really a nuisance, its blocking my view. Couldn’t we just have her remove it?”

“Well I was trying to maintain some semblance of modesty for Miss Cat’s sake. But you’re right of course, its quite troublesome. Miss Cat, please stand up and remove the rest of your bathing suit, then resume the position.”

“Wait a minute! Is this really necessary? After all, I’m supposed to be giving a massage, not posing for a men’s magazine.”

“Miss Wolff! I am truly shocked at your attitude. My wife and I charge hundreds of dollars for the very same lessons you’re receiving for free. I am appalled!”

“Well, I’m sorry. It just seemed like you were getting carried away here. Hundreds of dollars you say? And I’m getting free lessons? Well, okay, under those circumstances, I can go along. Thank you for not charging me.”

“Its quite alright. And we should thank Mr. Bob for allowing us free use of his house and his body for training, don’t you think?”

“Thank you Mr. Moore.”

“No problem here, my pleasure to be of service. Now, about that thong . . . ”

I turned my back on the two men and pulled the bottoms off. Then I bent over the chair again, spreading my legs as far as they would go. Hundreds of dollars in free lessons? It’s true what they say about us blondes, we can get away with anything! Men are soooo gullible.

“Very good. By the way Bob, did you notice Miss Wolff’s vaginal lips? They’re quite thick and puffy, no loose flapping meat anywhere. A sure sign of a strong, healthy woman. Due, no doubt, to the excellent medical care she receives, as well as her own rigorous exercise program and healthy eating habits.”

“I did notice them Doctor Mark, quite pleasing to the eye. And to the palate, no doubt.”

“Yes, no doubt. Anyway, as I was demonstrating earlier for Miss Wolff, a bit of spittle will work as a lubricant for insertion of one’s digit into a willing rectum. I dripped the saliva from my mouth directly onto the butt crack. Another way would be to apply the saliva using one’s tongue, like so.”

Dr. DeShade then knelt behind me, pulling my cheeks apart, and placed his face in between them. He ran his tongue up and down my ass crack, then began licking my anus. He was using his tongue to push saliva into my butt hole, shoving it in like a mini penis.

“Miss Wolff! You have the most delicious tasting ass I’ve ever encountered. It reminds me of creme brulee. Excellent!”

In fact, that was the name of the soap I had used to cleanse myself with earlier. Dr. DeShade resumed his ministrations, continuing to lick me up and down. My entire ass was coated in his saliva, and my bung hole was leaking with his spit.

“Dr. Mark, I can’t see Miss Wolff’s hole. Move aside for a second.”

The doctor leaned to one side so Bob could see. Then the doctor placed his index finger on my anus and slowly worked it in. I was the one now moaning and squirming, and I nearly slipped off the chair.

“Miss Wolff, please maintain your position. Grab the other arm of the chair and hold on. Here, I’ll tie your hands in place, it’ll be safer for you that way.”

Dr DeShade went to the other side of the chair and, pulling some leather straps from a drawer in the end table, attached my wrists to the legs of the recliner. This was getting a bit kinky now.

“Doctor, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I can hold on well enough without the restraints.”

“Nonsense young lady. This will prevent you from hurting yourself. Now, besides saliva there are other alternatives for rectal lubricants. Your own vaginal secretions will work quite well. Here, let me dig out a bit from you. There we go, plenty to spare I see.”

The doctor shoved four fingers into my cunt, twisted them around a bit, and then withdrew them completely covered with my fluids. He then smeared the juices all over the inside of my butt crack.

“My goodness Miss Wolff, you are a wet one.”

“Mmmmmm . . . oh oh uh uh uh . . . gawd!”

“Common household items, like lard, shortening, and vegetable oil are fairly obvious. It’s a good idea to use organic substances, food-based products actually. Those will be less likely to cause undue irritation of the colon. Mr Bob, what have you got in your kitchen?”

“Lots of stuff Doctor Mark. Why don’t you go have a look see.”

“Good idea, I’ll be right back. You two stay put for a moment.”

Dr DeShade dashed off towards the kitchen. Bob and I chatted about the weather, which was a bit surreal, seeing as how I was bent over a chair, tied to the legs and Bob was laying on a massage table, both of us completely naked. Well, at least I still had my sneakers and socks on, but that’s all.

Dr DeShade came back with an armful of food items.

“Here we go. For example, butter, or margarine, would work well. Just dig into the stuff, coat your fingers like so, and insert.”

He buttered up my butt, poking his fingers into my ass again. It did seem like it was working. I hardly felt his two fingers twirling around inside me.

“Next we have peanut butter. Only use the creamy kind of course, and the natural stuff works wonders. Good and oily. Oops, lets get this other stuff out first. Damn butter doesn’t want to wipe off your ass Miss Cat. Mr. Bob? Care to help here? I think the tongue’s abrasive texture will do the trick. Go for it man, get her cleaned up please.”

Bob jumped off the massage table, his semi-erect cock bobbing all around. He was HUGE! Bob put his face to my wide open ass and began licking all the butter off my crack. He had to dig in deep into my hole to get it out, but still missed some.

“Uh uh uh uh . . . oooh . . . gaaaaa . . . bu bu bu . . . BOB!”

When he looked up his face was shiny with melting butter.

“That’ll do Bob. Now, here’s some peanut butter. Coat your fingers like this, then slip them in to the opening. That’s it, you’ve got it!”

Now Bob was inserting the sticky substance into my ass, ramming two fingers in and out. Amazingly, it worked quite well also.

“Here, I’ll clean this one up. I have a penchant for the gooey brown stuff. Mmmmmmm”

The doctor was making a lot of noise, slurping and smacking his lips. He had peanut butter all over his face.

“There’s no way to get it all right now, we’ll need to clean her up with a good shower later. Next we have chocolate syrup. No fake stuff, only the real thing will do. Now we know where the term Hershey highway comes from eh? Hahahaha”

Squirting the sweet dark liquid all over my ass and inside my crack, Doctor DeShade shoved two fat fingers into my butt hole, slowly working them all the way in. Unbelievable! It does work as a lubricant.

“Now adding a little whipped cream for decoration, we have a thorough massage AND dessert! Hohohoweee! What do you think Bob?”

“I think all we need is to shove a banana in her pussy and we’d have a banana split!”

I’d had just about enough. “Doctor DeShade really! I think this has gone far enough. I’ve cooperated with you, allowed you to use me for training purposes, gotten myself tied up and naked, had my ass eaten out several times, all in the name of a good body massage. I think we should at least get back to the task at hand.”

“You’re right of course. Okay Mr Bob, back on the table. Get on your back this time, we’ll have Miss Wolff do the front now.”

Bob jumped back on the table, his prodigious pecker flopped to one side. God he was big! Dr DeShade untied me from the chair.

“Now Miss Wolff, getting back to the massage. As I said before, a man’s prostate must be kept stimulated and cleaned out. Now you know how to massage it from the inside, and what to use for lubrication. The next step would be to empty it out, clean the pipes, so to speak. This is where your large breasts will really come in handy. Applying more oil to the area between your boobs, like this, you would then use them to massage the client’s penis until he ejaculates, thus cleansing the prostate. Go ahead, give it a whirl.”

“WHAT??!! This has been extremely embarrassing right from the beginning. I’m standing here naked in front of two men, one of which I just met this evening, with butter and peanut butter and chocolate syrup and whipped cream all over my ass and up inside my rectum. Now you want me to jerk him off with my tits? What are you talking about? Am I doing massages or turning tricks?”

“Miss Wolff!!! Are you accusing me of being a pimp? These are all very legitimate medical procedures and if you don’t want to proceed, we’ll stop right now and that’ll be the end of it. What’s your decision?”

Before I could say anything, Bob interjected, “Please Miss Wolff, I mean Cat, please do this for me? I’ll double your fee and still pay you an extra $400 for your bathing suit. What do you say? Please???”

I can’t resist men who beg. Dammit all to hell! It’s a good thing I got those expensive lessons from the doctor for free. And Bob’s offer helped a bit too.

“Oh for god’s sake, alright, lets finish it then. Doctor, could you please put a little more oil on my boobies? Thank you. Now, I’ll have to get back up on the table to do this, I can’t reach from here.”

With that, I climbed up on the table, looking towards Bob’s feet, my ass pointing towards his head. I wrapped my oil covered boobs around Bob’s cock and began a slow, methodical titty fuck. Up and down, holding my tits tight against Bob’s huge python. Soon, he was rock hard, his cock a good ten inches long and over three inches in diameter. I began going faster and faster, the fat tip of Bob’s prick disappearing and re-appearing from in between my cleavage. Bob was groaning and squirming, and I figured it wouldn’t be too long before I had his pipes all flushed out.

All of a sudden, I felt pressure at my asshole. Turning my head around, I saw Dr DeShade up on the table with me, naked from the waist down, cock in hand. He was attempting to penetrate my rectum! At first I was going to protest; instead, I spread my knees farther apart, giving the doctor easier access to my ass. I continued to fuck Bob’s fat cock with my oiled tits, and soon I was rewarded for my efforts.


Bob must have shot a quart of jism, most of which landed on my neck and upper chest. One stray shot hit me in the cheek, just below my right eye. I continued to milk him, now using a tight grip with both hands. I leaned forward, sucking the tip into my mouth, and then I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, cleaning off every drop of spunk. I also cleaned up his balls, licking them all around.

In the mean time, Dr DeShade was fucking my ass with his six inch tube steak, pumping hard and fast. In no time at all he was cumming too, filling my ass with his sticky white protein.


When he was finished ejaculating, Dr DeShade’s pecker slipped out of my well-lubed ass. I turned around to face him, and began to clean up his prick as well. His was coated with a variety of substances, including peanut butter, chocolate, whipped cream, pussy cream, and semen. It actually tasted pretty good, and I soon found myself feasting on his delicious cock. Once I had him all cleaned up, I turned back around and faced Bob’s feet again.

“Gentlemen? I believe you owe me a reciprocal cleansing. I’d like my ass and pussy cleaned and spotless. Pretty please?”

I lowered my dripping cunt onto Bob’s face and he began eating me out in earnest. Dr DeShade eagerly lowered his mouth to my butt and began an oral assault on my ass crack and anus, darting his tongue deep into my asshole. He reamed me out, licking and sucking up everything. Besides the remaining food lubes, he also ate his own jism, something he seemed to relish.

OOOOHH . . . GEEZ . . . UUSSS . . . MMMMMMMM . . . BOB . . . MOORE . . . MOORE . . . UH UH UH . . . DOCTOR . . . MARKY BABY!!!!!!

The boys had my entire pelvic area, front and back, spotlessly clean in less than twenty minutes. I had several orgasms along the way due to Bob’s expert clit chewing, in addition to the one or two during the great ass fucking the doctor gave me. I noticed Bob’s mammoth prick still looked hard.

When they were through, the boys collapsed onto the floor, passed out cold. I was still laying on the massage bed, lightly stroking my outer pussy lips, staring at Bob’s fat salami, still half erect and twitching. Mmmmmmm, SUPERSIZE ME! Even the doctor’s average sized pecker looked tasty enough to take home in a doggy bag. I got off the table and walked over to where Bob was laying on the floor snoring. I grabbed his mammoth cock and lowered my pussy onto it. I didn’t think it would fit, but with a little effort, I was able to get about half of it in before I hit bottom. I bounced up and down a few times and was able to get myself off pretty quickly.

“Uh uh oh oh oh shit . . . mmmmm yeah . . . uh uh uh . . . gaaaaaaaaa!”

What the hell was wrong with me? Was I turning into a sex addict or something? I just needed a nice hot shower to get cleaned up and made a bit more presentable. I didn’t want to go back home to Wolfie smelling like the French Prime Minister’s wife. Wandering through Bob’s house naked, I finally found a beautifully tiled walk-in shower. It had a huge picture window on one side, with a view of the valley below. I found some fragrant soaps, and taking my time, cleaned everything inside and out, using the removable shower head to douche myself.

When I was done, I dried off and then found a thick, luxurious robe in Bob’s closet to wear until I found my clothes. His master suite was huge, even the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom. Hmmm, might be worth staying friendly with this guy, I thought. I wandered back out to the sun room, and found the boys fully clothed, sitting up in chairs, involved in a deep discussion.

“Miss Wolff, so glad you could join us again. My god woman, that was the best display of entry level massage therapy I’ve ever seen! You’ve got a full-time position if you want it. My wife will be thrilled to have you on board. I was just telling Bob we have a medical convention here in town every year, hundreds of attendees. Think of the client base you could develop for yourself! I’ve already got plans to make a few strategic phone calls in the morning, let the right people know about our business arrangement. You can pick and choose your own clients, work as much or as little as you want. What say ye woman?”

“Well I don’t know Doctor DeShade, this is all so overwhelming. I’m not sure I could do this for a living. I didn’t even know I could do it one time! And what would my husband say?”

“I agree with Mark, you’re a natural Cat. I have some very close friends in California, also plastic surgeons, who would pay handsomely for one of your sessions. I’d bet they’d even pay to fly you out there for a weekend, put you up in a luxury hotel or even their own homes; maybe you could treat several clients at once. Your husband could probably quit work altogether, go fishing every day. Come on Miss Cat, think about it. If nothing else, I want you as my own personal masseuse. No one else will do. By the way, here’s your fee, $1000 plus $400 for the bathing suit.”

Taking the money I said, “Well I’ll think about it. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed and go home and rest.”

I found my clothes laid out neatly on the table, minus the bathing suit. I removed the robe, momentarily allowing the boys another look at my naked body.

Doctor DeShade said, “Miss Wolff, you have the most impressive breasts I’ve ever seen on a woman your age.”

“And the most lovely pussy,” added Bob.

Thanking them, I quickly slipped on the warm-up suit, not bothering with the shorts. I attempted to shake Bob’s hand before leaving, but instead he pulled me close and kissed me passionately on the lips. I responded warmly, kissing him back, although it didn’t seem the professional thing to do. At least there was no tongue!

Just as Dr DeShade and I were about to walk out the front door, Bob said, “Oh, by the way, both my younger brothers will be visiting in a couple of weeks, they’ll be staying the entire weekend. I think they’re bringing some college buddies along too. Sort of a reunion thing. Shall I book you now? I’d like you to block out the entire weekend for me. And it might be more convenient for you to stay here, I’ll have the small guest house all fixed up for you. You’re a doll, thanks a bunch. Love ya!”

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