Old Black Willy and Nurse Debbie My name is Willy Green but everyone who knows me calls me Old Willy. That's because I'm 62 and I've had wrinkled looking skin since my early days. If you ever asked about me my friends would always say I was a hard working black man that loves pussy. I don't care what color size or shape a woman is, if she's willing to sprea...
I arrived at the clinic around 9 am, knowing that over the next 36 hours I would experience some of the most intense and bizarre pleasure of my life. The clinic looked like any other small medical centre; for the most part it was quite normal. However behind the ordinary reception and normal doctors rooms on the first floor lay the sexual and neurological re...
Mummy drove me out into the countryside to what looked like a stately home like you might see in a period drama. Once again I was made to take off my dress by the receptionist. A nurse led me into a tiled bathroom where she placed a tube up my bottom and filled me up with a warm water and soap solution. "You need to be nice and clean for the doctor". I had...
Part 7. "The New Toys" I managed to get in the shower alone for once, without the insatiable Karen following me, or waiting for me. Not that I minded this attention from my wife's slutty friend, but I also needed to save some for the woman I was married to. I got into bed about 5:00 so I set my alarm for 9:30 to give me an hour or so to get some food and th...
Stephanie looked around her domain, as she referred to her office cum sick-room at Wellborough School. All was spick and span and just as she liked it -- First Aid kit in its cabinet, medicines and pills locked away in cupboards and her disciplinary items safely out of sight in a drawer of her desk. Not that there had been much call for them recently, she re...
This is a reworking of the original School for Scandal story. I have changed the perspective from first to third person. The first third of this story is more or less the same as the original School for Scandal: Chapter One, except with some minor adjustments. It then opens out in different ways, so please persevere or skip the first 3000 words if you recogn...
It began last October with a routine cleaning. I'd been going to Dr. Williams since I was a kid, but he'd become more withdrawn over the years, leaving most of the work to his younger, more patient assistants. Not that I've minded. You see, I've always found a trip to the dentist to be one of life's more sublime rituals: a quiet, Muzak-filled pause, a chance...
When I was 19, I needed a work physical for a construction job. I didn't have a regular doctor and my money was tight. But, luckily, my mother was friends with Dr. Stephanie, a general practitioner. Dr. Stephanie was at my mom's house and when my mother brought up the subject, Dr. Stephanie volunteered to do the honors. "I'll do it!" she told my mom. "No ch...
My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace - really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily. He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn't see...
Last summer, I decided to work as a summer camp counselor. I had just finished my freshman year at college and I was reluctant to go home for the summer because my mother had recently remarried. Her new husband is a true jerk who made it clear from the start that he was not interested in being a stepafather. My mom was relieved that I was staying away and sh...