Two Minute Orgasm
(bdsm / menage / multiple partners / gang bang / bisexual)
Answering a bizarre newspaper ad at a research clinic, Janine Taylor’s life is turned topsy-turvy when she agrees to be a test subject for a study on extending the length of orgasms for women.
Caught in a debauched world of sexual nirvana, Janine, soon becomes their star pupil. Can she go back to her old life? Given the choice would she even want to.
Warning: Two Minute Orgasm is a sometimes zany sexual farce with extreme sexual situations that some may find offensive.
Resolved, but still nervous, I signed in and took a seat. A minute or so later a nurse opened the door and called my name. “Janine Taylor.”
She smiled when I rose and led me to Dr. Charles’ office.
He rose from his desk as I walked in, a winsome smile plastered on his beautiful face. He held out his right hand. “I’m so glad you decided to come back.”
I didn’t take a seat, deciding to stand beside the chair instead. “I’d shake your hand, but my palms are all sweaty.”
His eyes narrowed. “Nervous, huh?”
“I guarantee after you’re first climax, you’ll be looking forward to the next and your shyness will have been purged. Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
He took my hand and he led me into a small room across the hall. He handed me a small white shroud. “Get undressed, including your jewelry, when you’re finished lay on the gurney and pull the sheet over you. I’ll return in two minutes.”
I laid on the gurney about thirty seconds before he returned. My palms were clammy. I tittered nervously. It looks like the doctor is going to tickle my fancy.
He slipped in wearing a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’m going to reach under the sheet and do things to you similar to what your gynecologist would do. The only difference is I’m going to make you feel good. Hopefully, good enough to make you climax. Any questions?”
“How long will it take?”
“Usually, five or ten minutes. If nothing happens in twenty minutes we’ll try plan B.” I watched him pull latex gloves onto his good-sized hands. Then they disappeared from view and I felt them on my thighs.
My mouth was dry and my heart started beating hard and fast. As his hand moved up my thigh to the juncture of leg and body, I stiffened. So far, everything felt good, but my nervousness increased having a strange man’s hands near my goodie box, even if he was a doctor.
“I can tell you’re jumpy, so I’m going to do this slow and easy. I want you to know I’ve done this numerous times. It’s my profession and I’m very good at it. So good, I’ve never failed to bring on an orgasm. Are you ready?”
My breathing had become stilted. “Yes,” I said in breathy voice.
His right hand slid over my mound. I gasped when his thumb hung over the edge and rubbed the length of my clitoral sheath. “Ooh,” I said, as tickly little tendrils of pleasure threaded their way throughout my torso. I gasped as his thumb moved the very tip of my protuberance. Concentrating on my clit, it seemed grow in size and sensitivity. As my pleasure purred from within, heat and dampness built within my core. His thumb wandered down and back transferring some of the lubricating juices, which had formed near my opening, to my little pearl. With his thumb slick with my crème, each stroke sent tingly sensations crashing through my wriggling body. After warming my love bud, I felt his other hand glide into position at the rim of my moist recess. I sensed heat and wetness building in my pussy in anticipation of his fingers.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and another man in a physician’s smock looked in. “Ah, there you are.”
“Robbie, come in. Janine, this is my colleague, Robin McDonald.”
He stepped in and offered his hand. “Hi, I’m pleased to meet you. We’re on a casual basis here so everyone calls me Robbie. I believe we talked on the phone, yesterday. It’s always nice to get new subjects. Especially, pretty ones like you.”
Rolling my eyes at the thought of meeting another man in this compromising position, I shook his hand. He was every bit as handsome as Dr. Charles, with brown eyes and dark hair graying at the temples. “Janine Taylor. I’m pleased to meet you, doctor.”
“What area are you volunteering for?”
“I came for the orgasm portion, but since it’s full, Dr. Charles is testing me, for other study groups, until I can get into orgasms.”
Robbie glanced at his colleague. “Like what, Charlie, fellatio, toys, anal, bond…”
I noticed Charlie subtly shake his head. “We’re not sure. Why don’t you put on some gloves and give me a hand. You can take Janine’s upper body. She has never had an interactive orgasm and I’m trying to induce one, so she can get in the program.”
“Oh, yes we have to get Janine in the program.”
As he installed a pair of large latex gloves, Charlie picked up where he’d left off and thrust two fingers into me and caressed my magic bud. “Oooh!” I inhaled sharply.
He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry, it shocked me. Please go on.”
I'm sure my face reflected the incredulity I felt. "You want me to masturbate?"
"What am I?" Charlie demanded.
"That's better. Yes, if that's what it takes to make yourself come, by all means masturbate."
"May I ask what you will be doing, sir?"
"Master Robbie and I will take a seat very close to you and watch with prurient interest."
"Excuse me, sir, but that would be very embarrassing."
Robbie broke in, "Please don't question what we do, slave. If you disobey we will hook a chain to your collar and take you outside for a walk. Getting embarrassed and losing your inhibitions is an important part of being a submissive. In order to truly enjoy sex, you must be uninhibited."
"Yes sir." I reclined on the bed and skimmed my right hand down my abdomen, dipping between my legs and into my warm wet well. My left hand slid across my chest to my right breast.
Just as I started to finger myself. I heard the door open and close a couple seconds later.
Charlie said, "Come in guys. Janine is about to put a show on for us." He went on, "Slave, say hi to Tray and Ethan."
"Yes sir. Hi Tray and Ethan."
One of them said, "Hi slave. You are very nice looking."
"Thank you, sir."
A different voice said, "Yes, you have a nice body. I can't wait to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."
Oh my God. My pussy clenched so hard around my finger, I had a mini orgasm without the stimulator.
I heard some low talking, which I couldn't understand. Then Charlie directed, "Continue please."
My left forefinger gently touched and ran circles around my distended nipple, adding to the tingly sensation in my core that coursed throughout my body. The index and middle fingers of my other hand slipped down my slit and dove into my boiling caldron. Bountiful quantities of feminine juices seeped from my pussy as if it were perspiring from the heat that was building within me.
I couldn't see them, but I knew they were there. I heard inaudible talking, and it gave me a perverse thrill knowing I was being watched while I stimulated myself.
Currents of heat coursed up, down and across my body as my fingers stroked my crème filled pussy. As long as I'd been tasked with putting on a show, I decided to make it a good one. After stroking my deep recess a couple dozen times, I pulled my fingers out and slid them up my cleft to my super sensitive pearl, rubbing it hungrily. As my first orgasm approached, my heart beat so fast and with such ferocity, I could feel my dark red blood pulsing in my neck and ears. I moved my other hand from my nipple down to my pussy, where my two fingers punched in and out relentlessly.
"Jesus Christ, Almighty. I am coming!...sir." I arched my back violently. Like a tidal wave sweeping all before it, it hit me.