Doctor's Gaping Orders

Rose takes the paper sheet and lets it drop. Her tits jump as she hops up on the table, the cold steel pressing against bare skin. Dr. Mesher doesn’t ask permission—she just spreads Rose open, two fingers pushing inside without prelude. The doctor’s latex glove is already slick. Nurse Karyn stands by the door, pretending she’s here for paperwork, but her eyes track every move. Mesher glances over her shoulder. “Stay. Watch,” the doctor says. Karyn steps closer. Her hand drifts under her scrubs, pressing between her own legs while Mesher swaps gloves and grabs a stainless rectal speculum from the tray. Rose’s hips lift when the cold blades slide in. Mesher cranks it wider, spreading her asshole until it yawns under the harsh light. The nurse whimpers and bites her lip, free hand now openly rubbing her clit through soaked fabric. “Closer,” Mesher orders. Karyn leans in until her breath hits Rose’s wet cunt. She drags two fingers through the mess, then pushes them past Rose’s parted lips. Rose sucks greedily while Mesher keeps the speculum ratcheted open, knuckles white around the handle. The exam turns messier—lube running down Rose’s crack, the nurse’s spit coating her tongue, the doctor’s free hand slapping a breast every time Rose bucks. Steel, skin, latex, and raw want collide until the table creaks and the gloves tear at the seams.