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“So, what seems to be the problem?” The doctor was of medium
age, around forty with just a hint of gray playing in his brown hair.
Collette, standing next to me answered his question. “He was lifting a heavy box and his legs collapsed.”
The doctor instructed me to sit on the uncomfortable paper that
protected the faux leather of the table that dominated the exam room. He spun around and grabbed a pair of latex exam gloves. “Lie down, please, sir,” he instructed me as he donned the
gloves.
I lowered myself down and while Collette looked on the doctor poked and
prodded my stomach and crotch. He
watched my painful wincing and moans of discomfort as his strong fingers
dug into my skin. Satisfied
with his examination the doctor stopped his probing and removed the latex
gloves. “Seems you have just pulled your groin. There is some
swelling that will go down in a few days, nothing to be concerned about. You need to stay off of your feet and not do any heavy lifting,
nothing to put pressure on your groin. Take some aspirin to help ease the pain.”
“No sex?” Collette asked.
“Definitely not,” the doctor replied. “Not for at least a week.”
The doctor instructed me to get dressed and I eased myself off of
the table and began pulling my clothes back on. I discarded the blue paper robe and donned my clothes, wincing as I
lifted my legs into my jeans. We
thanked the doctor and together Collette and I left the doctor’s office,
with orders to return next week.
* * * * *
Walking gingerly I followed Collette into our home. She led me to the master bedroom and after watching me strip per
her command, she instructed me to climb into bed. I obeyed, lowering my naked body slowly onto the dark red satin
sheets that covered the pliable surface of the waterbed. Lying there I watched as Collette left the room only to return a
moment later carrying four small pieces of nylon cord.
Silently Collette began to tie my limbs to the bed. I started to question her but the look she gave me cut my query
short; she knew what she was doing. She
secured my legs spread-eagle to the frame of the waterbed and then did the
same to my hands. Immobile
now, Collette stepped back to examine her work. I was bound tightly to the bed, my limbs no longer my own.
“Now,” Collette said to me, “you won’t be walking around. The doctor did say that you needed to stay off of your feet.”
From my prone position I watched as Collette began removing her
clothes. She pulled her
blouse out from the waistband of her slacks. Unbuttoning her blouse she pulled it apart and off of her
shoulders. Her lace-covered
breasts came into view and I smiled appreciatively. I beamed happily as she unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them off
of her shapely legs.
Standing before me Collette smiled, “I guess you like what you
see.”
I nodded. My cock was
stirring in appreciation, the pain barely noticeable. “Yes,” I replied.
Collette pulled the thin straps of her brassiere off of her shoulders
and then reached behind her to unfasten the garment. She pulled it off, her magnificent breasts coming into vies. Her eyes were locked on mine as she pulled her cotton panties down
her legs, revealing her neatly shaved sex to my gaze.
I moaned in delight.
Collette walked to the bed and stood by my outstretched left arm. “The doctor said that sex was off limits,” she reminded me. Smiling, she continued, “for you. I don’t see any reason why I can’t have all I want. Do you?”
The question did not need an answer, nor did Collette wait for one. I watched as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. I could smell her pussy, the scent heavy in the air, her excitement
glistening in the folds of her sex. She
gripped the headboard, stood up on her knees and rocked forward. With her sex hovering above my mouth she said, “a week, the
doctor said. I think I will
enjoy this week.”
With that she lowered her sex onto my waiting mouth. I lapped at her pussy, massaging the silken folds with my
lips, my mouth, my tongue. My
head shifted on my pillow, my neck straining to pleasure her. My tongue darted between the open lips of her engorged sex, diving
as deep as it could. I lapped
at the soft interior of her womanhood, my tongue dancing snakelike,
probing, tasting, reaching.
Above me Collette was moaning in delight. She was slowly rocking on my face, my nose running through her
sparse pubic hair. Her legs
were pressing into the pliable bed, pushing down heavily and forcing my
head against her sex. Her
gentle rocking caused the bed to gently sway, adding to the motion of my
tongue against her sex. Her
hands gripped the headboard for support as my probing tongue continued its
snakelike motion within the silken wetness of her sex.
Collette’s breathing became heavy and words of encouragement spilled
from her mouth, voicing her pleasure. She began rocking more and more against my face as her body tensed
in completion. I continued to
massage her dripping sex as she tensed, my tongue shifting in large
circles, confined within the depths of her pussy.
I pulled impotently against the ropes that held me immobile. My hands open and closed in useless fists, and the ropes that bit
into my ankles kept my legs from pulling in, keeping me from pulling my
groin painfully. My mouth
opened and closed against her sex, massaging the wet folds.
Collette screamed loudly as she came. Her rocking became spasms of pleasure, bouncing against my trapped
face. The bed shook as her
orgasm racked her body. Her
hands dug into the padding of the headboard and her breathing became
short, shallow bursts.
When her
orgasm passed she picked herself off of my face, looked into my green
eyes, and said, “again,” before lowering her sex against my mouth
again.
I began
to lap at her sex again, my tongue once again parting her nether lips to
dance inside her body. Her
pussy was dripping, the taste delightful. My cock was hard and needy and ignored as I continued massaging her
pussy with my mouth. My jaw
oscillated against her sex, my tongue probed her pussy. Each breath I took was filled with the scent of her arousal, my
nose inches from her wetness.
With her
heated and excited state Collette came again quickly. She screamed out my name and clamped her thighs against my bearded
cheek. She screamed as she
came, her shallow breaths coming in bursts. Her head was thrown back and her dark eyes closed. Her hands gripped the headboard her face contorted into a rictus of
pleasure. “Yes!” she screamed in unabashed pleasure.
Slowly
she relaxed and she lifted herself from my face. She looked at my cock, bobbing in need, and then back at me. “Sorry,” she said, “but I can’t do anything about that.” She indicated my erection, dancing in the cool air of the bedroom. “Doctor’s orders.”
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