The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch)

... legs open to show herself to anyone.

Tami could feel the cool air against her pinkish lower lips. Then her worst fear was realized as she felt one of the men (it was Dr. Abu Jamal) take hold of and spread her outer lips with one hand. She squinted. This was so loathsome! Dr. Abu Jamal tilted his head appraisingly and exchanged quick unintelligible remarks with his colleague. The jabbering continued as he delicately but firmly pulled at one of her little, wet, pink inner lips and pointed, finally pulling the other lip apart, giving both men a clear view into the darkness of her internal cavity. The men's heads leaned closer and Tami could feel their hot breath coursing into her most secret inner cavity. She grimaced again. Feeling her inner lips being pulled up and out was very uncomfortable. She was glad she couldn't understand their language. She didn't want to hear herself discussed.

Tami knew these were educated doctors but, listening to these dark-skinned men chatting in a foreign language, she imagined that she was in some African or Arabian country . . . she was about to be sold as a sex slave and these men were auctioneers appraising her sexual parts to see how much money she would bring . . .

Her whole body lurched and she again sucked in her breath as one of the men wedged a rough index finger right into her inner opening. It was only a tentative touch, but in so sensitive a spot! Then, to Tami's horror, Dr. Harridance poked at her clit. Her eyes, ...

... fastened on the fluorescent lights above, widened as she felt him drawing her little pink clit out of its fold, rubbing it, making it erect. After it was erect he kept rubbing it and rubbing it. The naked girl felt her face flush. She knew that it was obvious that she was getting sexually excited. Her breathing deepened and quickened as her tummy went from flat to concave and back again, over and over. If the doctors had been looking at her face instead of closely at her clit they would have seen a twisted grimace as the girl tried to stifle her arousal. She wanted above all not to have an orgasm in front of these men on this cold table in this cold laboratory in this old, creepy Institute.

Tami squeezed her eyes shut as she felt about to cry. She began to pray. Please God, make this torture end. I beg of you. This is horrible. Please . . .

She held her breath and realized that the rubbing of her clit had stopped. She looked down and saw the two doctors back in their chairs. Dr. Harridance said casually, "You can sit up now, Miss Smithers."

After she had sat up and exhaled some of the arousal away, Dr. Abu Jamal said, "We noticed that you are a very sexually responsive woman. Tell me, are you sexually active?"

Tami supposed that meant did she have sex with others. "Yes."

"When was the last time you had intercourse?"

That would be that wonderful night and morning of sex with Rod after the Black Formal. Tami decided to tell the truth. "Yesterday." At least it ended ...