Georgia - S01 E54

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Georgia - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

A bit later we got up and made the return walk along the beach. I handed flyers to guys that I was sure that I had already given one to but hey, they wanted another look and I wanted to show them.

We got back to the van and drove back to the club.

While I was there I looked at the calendar of events and saw 4 new ones that interested me: -

Slave Training

Naughty Girl

Bukkaki

Private Event

I put my name down for all of them even though I didn’t know what the ‘Private Event’ was. How bad could it be?

I had been thinking about staying and working the bar that night but the promo event had finished a lot earlier than I expected so I took the thong off and put my skirt and top on and left.

I wandered around for a while before deciding to go back to the boat to increase my orgasms count for the day. In the taxi I tried to think of a way that I could do it without too much effort from me and I came up with a great idea.

But before I could implement it I had to get something to eat. Out of curiosity I got the taxi driver to stop near the café that the sailors had taken me to see if I got recognised.

There was a couple of old guys that I remembered and of course the waiter. The old guys didn’t even look at me but the waiter gave me a funny look when he took my order. Just to tease him a bit I shuffled down in the chair and opened my knees a bit. When he brought my food he’d be able to see my pussy.

I watched his eyes and he put the food on the table and he did look down to my pussy but he didn’t say anything.

When I finished I paid then went straight to the boat. It was getting dark by then and I was going to have an early night with a difference.

For starters I went into daddy’s cabin and searched for a belt that I could fasten round my thighs. There was one more thing that I wanted and I was sure that I had seen daddy use it a couple of times. It’s an electric timer that can be used to turn a light on and off at pre-determined times. I had a satisfied grin on my face when I found it and worked out how to programme it. I set it for 4 x 1 hour periods of on, with a 30 minute break between them and 1 more on at the time that I wanted to get up in the morning. Then I got a bottle of water out of the fridge and put it beside by bed and put a towel under where my butt would be. Then I showered and got ready for bed.

Next came the best part, I plugged the timer in near my bed and watched the ‘on’ light come on. Then I went to my toys drawer and got my magic wand out. I plugged it into the timer and it came on. I had just 2 more things to do; I got on the bed, put the belt under my thighs and nestled the wand between them so that the ball part was against my clit. I moaned as I did the last little thing because it was already vibrating; I fastening the belt round my thighs locking the wand in place.

Then I switched the light off and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long to start to feel an orgasm building. It arrived and I shouted ‘Priapus’.

The vibrations continued, my heart slowed down for a while then it started to increase as the second orgasm started to build. This went on and on and on and I started to loose count of the number of times that I orgasmed before the timer turned the wand off.

I relaxed and had a drink of water then lay back and waited.

I jumped when the wand burst into life and the process started again.

By the time that the second hour was over I was starting to feel tired. After the third hour I actually managed to get some sleep before the wand burst into life and I woke up with a warm feeling in my pussy. The orgasm quickly built and I was soon cumming and jerking about.

In a strange way, I was glad when that fourth hour was over. I had no idea how many orgasms I had, or if I had managed to say ‘Priapus’ as each one arrived. At that moment, all I wanted was sleep. I was really grateful that the warm climate was drying the sweat quite quickly.

That sleep came quickly and the next thing that I knew was the wand bursting into life. I felt refreshed and thought that it was a really nice way to wake up. As the orgasm built I wondered what it would be like to wake up to the feeling of a cock thrusting in and out of my pussy.

I definitely remembered to shout ‘Priapus’ when the orgasm hit me and as it subsided I reached to my thighs, unfastened the belt and switched the wand off.

In a strange way it was a relief but I just knew that I would be doing that again.

The reason why I had set the unusual alarm was that I had the appointment at the clinic to see about getting the O-Shot. Pau had warned me that I’d need to be examined and get a lot of questions. The questions didn’t bother me but the examination did a little. If it was anything like the one when I went to my doctor to get put on the pill I definitely would have a problem. You see that doctor tested my reaction to clitoral stimulation and I’d cum on his gloved hand. If that happened at the clinic I was sure that they wouldn’t give me the injections.

I had a long shower to remove all the dried sweat off me then put some coffee on and raided the fridge. I was nervous and didn’t want a proper breakfast.

Then I had the problem of what to wear. I wanted to appear to be a demure young woman who was really concerned about her problem and my image of a girl like that has a knee length skirt, and industrial strength blouse and industrial strength underwear; none of which I own.

Before I went through my wardrobe I had a good look at my butt and pussy in the mirror. I was pleased to not see any red marks on my butt. My pussy lips were a bit red and definitely swollen. I hoped that the red would go in the next hour or so and decided that I could argue that my lips weren’t swollen, that they were always like that.

I opened my wardrobe and looked for my longest dress or skirt; it was a dress. Putting it on and looking in the mirror I saw that it was only about 5 centimetres below my pussy. Even though it was of the skater variety and very thin, it would have to do. I looked at the top and could see the little bumps that were caused by my nipples but that was all, it wasn’t see-through.

It wasn’t ideal but it would have to do. As for the lack of underwear, I decided that if I was asked I would say that I was experimenting to see if it gave me more confidence and therefore help with my ‘problem’.

I did my hair differently as well; just about every time that I’d left the boat before I’d put my hair up into either a ponytail or pigtails but this time I just brushed it and let it flow.

Satisfied, but nervous, I left the boat and got a taxi.

The clinic was a surprisingly modern building and when I went in it looked very clean. There was a reception desk that I went up to.

"Buenos días." I said to the young woman in a white nurse’s uniform.

My accent must have given me away because she replied in English asking me what she could do for me. I told her that I had an appointment and she looked at a monitor and then smiled.

“Ah yes; I need you to complete a questionnaire please.”

She put a sheet of paper on a clipboard and handed it to me.

“You can sit over there and complete it.”

I turned and saw a little waiting area. I walked over there and looked for a seat where she wouldn’t be able to see up my dress, then sat down, remembering to cross my legs.

Wow, that was an intimate questionnaire; I’ll list the more ‘interesting’ questions and the answers that I gave.

How often do you masturbate? - Daily.

How often do you orgasm? - Maybe 3 or 4 times a year.

What is your average number of orgasms per month? - .25

Do you use sex toys? - Yes, a vibrator but it doesn’t help much.

How often does your partner stimulate your genitals? - Weekly.

How often does your partner perform cunnilingus on you? - Weekly.

How often do you have intercourse? - Every 3 or 4 days.

Are your periods regular? - Yes.

Does breast stimulation increase your arousal? - Very little.

Do you perform fellatio? - Yes.

Do you participate in any bondage? - Occasionally but it doesn’t help me orgasm.

When did you last visit your Gynaecologist? - About 6 months ago.

When I’d finished the questionnaire I just sat there for a good 5 minutes before a middle-aged man in a white coat came over to me. He introduced himself as Doctor Rodríguez then asked me to follow him.

He led me to a typical doctors consulting room then pointed me to a chair. I remembered to cross my legs. He was watching me so I made a big deal of pulling the skirt part of my dress down as far as it would go. He turned back to the clipboard and studied my answers for a minute then said,

“Okay Georgia, tell me what the problem is.”

“Well doctor, basically I find it nearly impossible to have an orgasm. I’ve tried everything that I can think of, and so has the different partners that I have had but I just never seem to get there.”

“So what have you tried?”

“Well there are those things on that questionnaire, and things like dressing differently. That’s why I’m dressed like this, I feel sexier like this but it’s not really helping. My latest partner is very patient and spends hours doing cunnilingus on me but I just can’t get there. I feel so inadequate. I can’t see the relationship lasting.

“I see; you do realise that all women are different, some have orgasms daily, some only about once per month and some never actually have one.”

“Well yes, but I feel so inadequate. There’s times when I can’t sleep worrying about it. I can spend hours masturbating to try to get there but it just about never helps.”

“Did you tell your Gynaecologist about your problem?”

“Yes, a couple of times but all he says is.

“Give it time.”

“Okay, I can see that this is a big issue for you and we may well be able to help you. But before I say that we can I need to examine you to see if there’s any physical problem, and to take some blood from you to check for a few things. Let me take the blood first then we can get it off to the Lab quickly.”

He got out what he needed and then asked for my arm. It was quite painless but he did seem to take a lot of my blood, a lot more than any doctor ever has before. Then he picked up the phone and asked whoever to come and get the sample.

“Right Georgia, I need to ask you to undress and lie on the examination couch please.”

“Okay, where shall I undress?”

“Over by the couch and you can leave your clothes on the chair.”

“Oh, right, okay then.”

I stood up and walked over to the couch, put my bag on the chair and unfastened my dress. I’d just got it off when there was knock on the door and a young man in a while coat walked in and looked at me. My pussy immediately started to tingle.

“No, stop it Georgia.” I said to myself and turned and folded my dress before putting it in the char.

I heard the doctor say something to the young man then I heard the door close. I climbed up onto the couch and lay flat on my back with my knees tightly clamped together.