Hypersexual

I sat on the examination table, my short, plaid skirt exposing most of my thighs. If I wiggled just a little bit, my nude, wet cunt and my fiery-red, perfectly-trimmed pubes would be on display. The very thin halter top, nothing more than an almost-diaphanous triangle of white cotton with a spaghetti-strap tie to hold it onto my neck and two similar ones tied across my back, accentuated my high, firm breasts; the material was so thin that the rounded contours of my tits could be easily seen through the material, and my areolas darkened the fabric around my hard, jutting nipples.While the place somewhat resembled a typical examination room, complete with medical charts and diagrams on the walls and the ever-present, rolling table filled with bizarre, potentially torturous medical instruments, this room was much larger than the oversized-closet variety. Two rows of bench seats lined the wall, facing the padded, paper-covered table I was seated upon. Eight people of various sorts, medical doctors, gynecologists, and psychologists specializing in sexuality, mostly, sat opposite me on the stadium seating, their facade of detached professionalism fading as they gazed upon me, their subject, in all her horny glory.“The subject, Krystal,” the lab-coated doctor addressed the room, “is what one might call hypersexual.” He turned to me. “Isn’t that right, my dear?”“Well, I disagree, Doctor Smith,” I replied, noting that his eyes were riveted to my prominent nipples—pure medical curiosity, I’m certain. “The medical definition of being hypersexual is that it’s problematic and interferes with the person’s life. I’m just pretty much always horny and dripping wet.” ”That’s right,” he proffered. “Krystal, here, not only has an incredibly high, extremely heightened sex drive and sensitivity, but her vaginal secretions are quite voluminous.”“That’s just so clinical. I’m always fucking horny, can never get enough, I cum easily and often, and my pussy is always so wet that it drips down my Bostancı Escort legs.”“Furthermore,” the handsome, gray fox, Dr. Smith stated. “Her mind is always fixated on sex, to the point of perverse.”“That’s not true,” I defended. “I also like to garden,” I paused, blushing, “especially naked.”Doctor Smith shook his head with slight amusement. The gray sideburns of his otherwise brown hair made me wonder if he’d look sexy with his head between my legs, with my thighs clamping down on his ears as he licked my clit.“Before we conduct the educational exam, do you have any questions,” he asked the panel of doctors.The five men and three women couldn’t contain their excitement. I smiled as they shouted out their questions in unison, my hand covering my giggling mouth. I knew my boobs were bouncing as I laughed, but if I was going to be the subject of a medical board examining me for being a sexual freak of nature, I was going to have fun with it.“Please, please,” the head doctor shushed their cacophonous outbursts. “One at a time. You,” he pointed at a sexy, blond, woman wearing fashionable, smart business slacks, a white blouse, and a blazer.“Hi, um, Krystal, is it?” I nodded. “Doctor Christine Aguilerra, Psychologist, “ she introduced herself. “Do you only engage in intercourse with others, or do you also masturbate, and, if so, how often?”“It depends on the day,” I admitted. “Maybe eight to ten times per day…”“Good God, woman!” she exclaimed. “Is that in addition to having sex with others, as well?”“On a slow day, yes. When I’m really horny, I get myself off closer to twenty times a day…plus sex.”“How do you maintain a normal life?” the man beside her, obviously a doctor, queried.“It’s not hard, but I do like it when it’s hard.” Some of them chuckled. I counted off my masturbation habits on my fingers. “When I wake up, in the shower, on the way to and from work, at work, at home, and basically whenever and wherever I feel like it.”“Your Bostancı Escort Bayan bio says that you’re married. Does your constant, abnormal arousal affect your marriage?” another head-shrink asked me.“Abnormal? Really? Not at all. Look at me,” I gestured to my body. “I’m not hideous or anything. What man wouldn’t enjoy a horny redhead with an ass like mine that always wants to fuck his brains out?”“Last question,” Doctor Smith stated. He was chuckling.“Doctor Bernstein, gynecologist. Are you faithful to your husband, or do you cheat on him?”I laughed at that. “No, silly. It’s not cheating if he watches. Before you ask, I have maybe a dozen or so regular to infrequent lovers, plus all my playmates in the medieval group. We’re both comfortable with it.”“Medieval group? Is that code for being in a sex cult?”“No, a medieval group. You know, strap on armor, wear cool wench dresses, say things like ‘M’lord,’ and screw our brains out.”The barrage of questions continued. Can I function without sex? Do I enjoy sex or does it leave me dissatisfied? Do I orgasm? Are my orgasms vaginal, clitoral, or anal? For the record, all of the above. Am I horny right now?“No,” I interjected, pulling my thin top over my lust-heated breasts, “they’re real, See?” They all stared at my exposed breasts as I proudly basked in the warm spotlight of indulging my exhibitionist tendencies.“If that’s all the questions, for now,” Doctor Smith stated as he donned blue, rubber gloves he’d retrieved from the rolling table, “we’ll start the demonstration.”He turned to me. “If you’re ready, please remove your underwear.”“Oh, I never wear panties,” I confessed. “My pussy is always so wet that they’re useless.”Taking the doctor’s hand, I bounced off the examination table, standing beside him. My tits bounced, enticingly, bringing all murmurs from the observing medical professionals to a halt.Doctor Smith began his observational comments. ”As you can see, the subject is already Escort Bostancı in a heightened state of arousal. Note the flushing of her skin, especially here,” his gloved hand caressed my thigh, “here,” his other hand ran over my taut, quivering stomach, “and in the secondary sexual organs.” His fingers delicately traced the contours of my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples.“Mmm, harder.” I felt my sexual nectar pouring out of my cunt, burning my inner thighs with sexual fervor.“Don’t be shy; you’re all here to learn from experience,” he told the assembled professionals. “Come see how she responds to touch. This is a rare, medical marvel.”“Umm, oh, yes,” I moaned. “Cum touch me.” I doubt they got my inference, but all three of the lady doctors and a few of the males approached, putting on gloves.I neither understood why nor cared, but the sight of those blue, nitrile gloves running over my body ignited my flesh and caused my heart to beat loudly. I moaned in pleasure and peeled off my already-loosened top.“As you can see,” Doctor Smith continued. “With minimal stimulation, Krystal is already purring, and her body is responding with extremely heightened arousal. Feel free to examine her fluids.”“Yes,” I condoned with enthusiasm, “finger my fucking cunt. See how wet I am.”At first, with some professional trepidation, one of the lady doctors slowly reached out and delicately moistened her finger with my juices. She examined her glove, noting the dark, wet spot, and then plunged her hand between my soaked folds and caressed my pouting, drenched lips.“Ah, feels so good. More. I need more.”I looked around. The bevy of doctors had left their benches, crowding around me, caressing me with their gloved hands, staring at my exposed tits. My eyes closed, and my head tilted back as I let the lusty sensation of more than a dozen hands rub all over my body. Soon, I was moaning, and my hips were humping the air in desperate need.“Yes,” I sighed, my voice filled with wanton begging. “Finger my fucking cunt; stroke my clit. Feels so good.”“As you can see,” Smith’s voice interrupted my bliss. “The subject’s body responds with excited arousal that’s off the charts. Furthermore,” he added, “in this state, Krystal has said that even slight amounts of pain become erotic to her.”