Backdoor Doctor

Casey Calvert sits in her bedroom rubbing lube over her pussy, fingers moving in slow circles while she talks to herself about the filthy thrill of anal. Her body's on fire and the dildo lying on the sheets is suddenly the only thing she can focus on. She wants it up her ass. Bad. Every position she tries goes wrong—legs too straight, hips too high—and the thick toy won't go in without dragging and burning. One wrong twist makes her cry out. Panic hits fast. She books the doctor that same hour. When Dana DeArmond walks in and asks what's wrong, Casey can barely say the words. Dana smiles like she's heard every kink under the sun and tells her to strip and climb up on the table, ass in the air. She squeezes lube onto her gloved finger and traces slow, greasy rings around Casey's tight little hole, asking if anything hurts. Casey says no and the finger pushes in, smooth and deliberate. Heat flares low in Casey's belly. Dana works deeper, knuckle by knuckle, and starts to flick Casey's clit with her free hand, lecturing about the importance of sexual health while Casey writhes, dripping down her thighs. When Casey gasps she's about to come, Dana keeps both hands busy and murmurs, "That's what the doctor ordered."