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"You'll notice
that I have a nice bust - size forty-eight," she smiled
shamelessly. "My breasts are ample, but surprisingly firm for their
size."

"Indeed you do
have nice breasts, Mrs Cravings," Larry replied, focusing on her
erect nipples, the large chocolate-brown discs of her areolae.

"My nipples
are long and extremely sensitive. That's because I rub ice cubes
over them three times a day and suck them regularly."

"They really
are fine specimens!"

"I'm very
proud of my breasts, as you can imagine. Our au pair's breasts are
nothing in comparison."

"You've seen
them?"

"Yes, trying
to understand my husband's disgusting behaviour, his wanton lust
for the girl's naked body, I ordered her to strip off and show me
what she's got. Her breasts are mere plums compared to my fine
melons."

"I'm sure they
are."

"Are you into
breasts, Doctor?"

"Yes, very
much."

"Would you say
mine are the best you've ever seen? Be honest, now - I can take
criticism."

"Er... yes,
they're definitely the best I've ever seen."

Tugging her
skirt down her shapely thighs, she dropped the garment to her
ankles, kicking it aside along with her shoes. Standing before
Larry, her pink panties damp, the triangular patch of silk between
her thighs bulging with her sex, she ordered him to unveil her
femininity.

"You'll
observe that I have large vaginal lips," she said smugly as he
knelt before her and tugged her panties down, displaying her full
fleshy sex hillocks. "My inner lips are ample, too. I've looked
after my vulva, regularly masturbating with a body massager to keep
my muscles firm, my labia full - my clitoris sensitive,
responsive."

"You're very
proud of your body, aren't you?" Larry asked, gazing at the opaque
fluid oozing from her yawning pussy crack.

"Yes, I am.
Why my husband defiled that slag-bag of an au pair, I'll never
know! I order him to abuse my naked body daily, so he doesn't go
short. How do you intend to defile me, Doctor?"

"We'll have
sexual intercourse."

"No, that's
not good enough! I'd hardly call sexual intercourse defilement!
Can't you think of something depraved, something vulgar?"

"Er... anal
intercourse?"

"Mmm, that's a
little better. You'll notice that I've brought my camera with
me."

"Yes, I did
notice."

"I want you to
take photographs of me, of my abused body. I'll need proof of my
wanton adultery, you see."

"Proof, yes,
of course."

"Ah, you have
a fine collection of candles! I'll bend over the couch and you can
stick a candle up my bottom. Take a couple of pictures, ensuring
that my face is in frame as well as my abused bottom-hole."

"Er... yes,
right," Larry smiled, taking a large candle from the shelf as Mrs
Cravings stood with her feet wide apart and leaned over the
couch.

Dipping the
end of the candle into the jar of honey, Larry parted the woman's
ample buttocks, exposing the brown entrance to her bowels.
Grinning, he pressed the sticky end of the waxen phallus against
her sensitive tissue and gently pushed and twisted. Her sphincter
muscles yielding, she gasped in her perversity as the candle opened
her anal portal and glided deep into her rectal sheath.

"Ah, yes,
that's heavenly!" she cried. "Push it in as far as you can and then
take some photographs!"

"I'll have to
leave a couple of inches sticking out otherwise it won't be seen,"
Larry replied, taking the camera and focusing on the woman's brown
anal ring, taut around the huge shaft.

"Be sure to
get my face in shot!" she ordered, turning her head and grinning
salaciously at the camera. "This will show my husband that two can
play the debauchery game!"

Taking a
couple of shots, the flash lighting up the candle, the woman's
wicked grin, Larry placed the camera on the couch and took another
candle from the shelf. "Might as well do the job properly!" he
chuckled, parting her engorged vaginal lips and driving the huge
waxen shaft deep into her tight sex duct to the accompaniment of
her gasps. Taking several more photographs, Larry asked her what
else she'd like him to do.

"God, that
feels heavenly!" she cried, reaching behind her quivering body and
thrusting the candle in and out of her anal passage. "I want you to
shove your cock up my bum and take several photographs of my wanton
adultery!" she breathed, slipping the candle out of her inflamed
bottom-hole.

Unzipping his
trousers, Larry stood behind the woman, his solid penis in his hand
as she yanked her buttocks apart, opening her sticky brown hole.
"Defile me! Penetrate my bottom-sheath! Impale me! When you're
about to come, pull it out and splatter my buttocks with your
sperm!" she giggled wickedly. "That will show my husband that he's
not the only one who can spunk over my bum!"

Presenting his
bulbous knob to her brown ring, he pushed against her defending
muscles, driving his penis deep into her anal tract as she let out
long low moans of satisfaction. Grabbing her hips, he began his
anal fucking, sliding his shaft in and out of her tightening lust
duct, taking the woman to shuddering heights of sexual ecstasy.

"Take some
pictures!" she cried, her body shaking violently with the anal
pummelling.

"In a minute!"
Larry gasped, gazing at his penile shaft repeatedly emerging
between the woman's wobbling buttocks and driving deep into her
tight rectum.

"God, you're
bigger than my husband!"

"Does he do
this to you?"

"Yes, and I do
it to him!"

"What? You
fuck his arse?"

"I have a
strap-on dildo!"

"Fuck me!"

"No, fuck
me!"

His climax
quickly approaching, Larry drove his knob harder into the woman's
rectal hole, quickening his rhythm as she reached between her
thighs and pistoned her spasming cunny hole with the candle. His
spunk suddenly gushing from his orgasming glans, he slid hid cock
out of her tight anus and wanked over her buttocks, splattering her
trembling flesh with his jetting sperm.

"Take a
picture!" she gasped.

"Christ!"
Larry cried, grabbing the camera, his shaking hand clicking the
shutter, taking shots of his gushing spunk splattering her
quivering buttocks. "It's... it's not easy!"

"Get my face
in the picture!" she ordered, turning and grinning at the camera.
"Wank over my face and take a photograph!"

His sperm
still spraying from his pulsating glans, Larry positioned his knob
over the woman's face as she slipped off the couch and knelt before
him. His white liquid running down her cheeks, dripping into her
open mouth, he clicked the shutter, catching her depraved
adulterous act on film. His orgasm finally receding, he massaged
the remnants of his spunk from his swollen knob and sat on the
couch, gasping in the aftermath of his climax.

"Perfect!" Mrs
Cravings cried, rising to her feet and slipping the candle out of
her drenched pussy hole. "Now I have proof of my adulterous
behaviour! My husband and I are equal!"

"Indeed, you
are!" Larry gasped, concealing his spent penis within his trousers
as the woman grabbed a towel from the shelf and wiped the sperm
from her face. "I hope you enjoy a happy marriage now."

"Indeed, I
will! How much do I owe you, Doctor?" she asked as she hurriedly
dressed.

"Er...
two-hundred pounds, that's double my usual fee."

"Ah, yes, the
emergency booking."

"Pay at
reception, on your way out."

"I must say
that it's money well spent, you did a fine job!" she praised
him.

"I aim to
please."

"Thank you for
seeing me at such short notice," she smiled, grabbing her camera
and leaving the room.

"The pleasure
was all yours!"

"You've saved
a marriage!" she called.

"That's
comforting. Goodbye, Mrs Cravings."

"Goodbye,
Doctor!"

Placing the
candles on the shelf, Larry smiled. If only all his clients were
like Mrs Cravings, he reflected. Tidying the bondage room, he gazed
at the window, imagining Monica making her escape, her ample
buttocks ballooning as she climbed through the window. Better ring
the old hag and find out what she was up to, he decided, walking to
his consulting room.

"Hi, Monica,
it's Larry," he said, sitting on the edge of his desk as she
answered her phone.

"What do you
want?" she asked angrily.

"I was just
wondering why you didn't come in today, are you ill?"

"Ill? Of
course I'm not ill! After what happened yesterday, do you honestly
expect me to come back?"

"What happened
yesterday?"

"You know very
well! Brigit locked me in that disgusting room of yours!"

"Did she? This
is the first knowledge I have of the alleged incident."

"You didn't
know?"

"No, I didn't.
She must have inadvertently locked the door, not realizing that you
were in there."

"Inadvertently?"

"You know how
forgetful she can be, Monica."

"Yes, yes I
know."

"She suffers
from retention loss. Also, the door has a tendency to lock itself.
I really must get it seen to, I spent three weeks in there
once."

"Three weeks?
Why didn't you climb out of the window?"

"I don't have
your ingenuity, your resourcefulness. Were you a desert rat?"

"My
grandfather was."

"That explains
your ability to survive and escape imprisonment."

"You were
extremely rude to me! You said that my breasts were like two
shrivelled up empty leather..."

"That was only
my little joke, Monica! You know what I'm like, always cracking
disgusting jokes at other people's expense and revelling in their
plight. Come back and we'll sort things out."

"I don't know
whether I should. You threatened to have me certified insane!"

"Another silly
joke. You're the epitome of sanity."

"What did the
police say?"

"They said
that we have a fine establishment here. I told them that it was
your doing - the efficiency, the methodicalness."

"Obviously,
you didn't show them your secret room."

"Yes, I did.
They were most impressed by the fine range of equipment we have.
They praised your work, said that you might be in line for an
OBE."

"Of course
they didn't!"

"They did! We
miss you, Monica - please, come back. The place won't run
efficiently without you. I'll double your salary, how's that?"

"Well, I do
need the money. All right, I'll come back now."

"Good! It will
be so good to see you again. I'll go and tell Brigit."

"All right,
I'll be there soon - goodbye."

Banging the
phone down, Larry dashed to reception to find Brigit. "Monica's on
her way here!" he cried excitedly.

"Monica? What,
after all that's happened?"

"Yes! This is
our chance to imprison her!"

"But... Larry,
I don't think it a good idea to lock her up! It's illegal!"

"Yes, that's
the brilliant part of the plan, the illegality of it! Never again
will she be able to cause me problems! I'm sure she's been spying
for Gina Cology."

"Why not have
her working in reception, as she did, and be a little more discrete
about your sexual antics?"

"But that's
not as much fun as tying her to the examination couch and thrashing
her bum with the cane!"

"It might not
be as much fun, but you can't keep her locked up forever. What
about the cost of feeding her."

"I hadn't
thought of that," Larry sighed.

"There's the
heating, too. We'd have to keep it on all night in the winter."

"That would be
expensive. And I suppose we'd have to give her Christmas
dinner."

"We'd have to
escort her to the loo. It would be like having to look after a
child!"

"Yes, you're
right, Brigit - it would cost a small fortune in toilet rolls. All
right, I'll keep my escapades a secret from now on. How's the
appointments book looking?"

"Er... you
have a schoolgirl from The Sacred Bloodied Heart of Our Lady of the
Damned Convent arriving shortly."

"Really? Oh,
Good! Right, I'll be in my room. Should Monica arrive while I'm
interfering with... talking to the girl, keep her well away from my
room, OK?"

"OK, Larry. I
hope you're not going to put your hand up the girl's skirt."

"No, no! My
cock, yes - but not my hand!"

"God, you're a
pervert!" the girl giggled. "I wonder why women aren't as sex mad
as men?"

"Some
are."

"Yes, but some
are prudes."

"The height of
the libido in females is determined during the teens. Women who
masturbated frequently in their teens usually become
nymphomaniacs."

"That accounts
for my insatiable craving for orgasms."

"Indeed, it
does. I'll see you later."

Dashing into
his consulting room, Larry took the bottle of whisky from the
drawer and placed it on the desk along with two glasses. Try and
get her drunk, he thought in his wickedness, imagining slipping his
hand inside her navy-blue knickers and defiling her virginal pussy
sheath. The preparations done, Larry sat on his desk, eagerly
awaiting the arrival of the girl as he rehearsed his lines. "Do you
frig your clitty to orgasm? No, no, that's not right! Er... have
you ever felt the urge to rub between your cunt lips? Oh, fuck it,
play it by ear, I suppose!" His penis stiffening as he heard a
female voice at reception, he leapt off the desk and straightened
his tie. This was it!

"Doctor
Lickman, this is Jenny," Brigit introduced the pretty girl as she
ushered her into the room.

"Good morning,
Jenny!" Larry greeted her, eyeing her short skirt, her long naked
legs. "Please, take a seat."

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