The Doctor's Rough Treatment (Historical Medical Smut With A Side Of Story) by Diana Quippley Read Free Book Online

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