Jerry Milner
The lady plays doctor

CHAPTER ONE

Joyce Carruthers, M.D., her pussy throbbing unexpectedly, stood near-nude and trembling on the scales as the big man leaned close over her shoulder and said, "A hundred and eight pounds. Good weight for your height, and you sure do have it in the right places."

He was a little drunk and so was she. Following her long drive from the big city, be had welcomed her to her new job in his medical offices with a bottle of champagne. Joyce had not known how to refuse to drink it with him. She had not wanted to refuse it at the time. After years of college and medical school, champagne seemed like quite an appropriate way to begin her rather unusual internship. And before the cork had been popped,

Dr. Philip Morgan, the man she was to practice under for the next year, had seemed to be only professionally friendly toward her. He had congratulated her on her early graduation from medical school, had talked about the opportunities in interning and practicing in Roseville, and he had seemed to be the perfect gentleman there in his office in the big old frame building in the heart of town.

But as the level in the bottle had dropped, so had the direction of his gaze. First he'd been talking frankly and directly to her eyes. Then it had been her tits at which he had directed his remarks. By the time the bottle was halfway gone, he was addressing the hem of her skirt, some eight inches above her knees. She knew she had shapely knees and legs. She knew that her perky round tits attracted men. But she also knew that her relationship with Dr. Morgan was strictly a professional one, and that he should be able to control his insolent looks at her. And so she was trembling, partly with embarrassment and indignation, partly because of the tickling touch of his warm breath on her neck as she stood on the scales.

All Joyce had on was a smock. It was the same kind that the patients wore for their examinations. It was white, and made of soft muslin. It had short sleeves and its hemline came to the same height as that of the miniskirt she'd had on when she'd arrived at the doctor's office an hour before, both excited and exhausted. The little, smock tied at the back of her neck and was open from there to its hemline. She was blushing all over her body. At the time; it had seemed perfectly logical for Dr. Morgan to give her a complete physical prior to her

employment with him. But now, late at night and wearing practically nothing in his empty office, Joyce felt very exposed and very vulnerable. He had her half drunk and out of her clothes and was almost certainly trying to seduce her. On the other hand, it was perfectly reasonable for him to examine her thoroughly before putting her to work with his patients in the morning.

"Sixty-two inches," he said as he nestled the sliding measurement bar in the curly blonde hair of her head. He entered this figure in his notebook as she stood trembling and blushing on the scales, and he said, "If you'll sit up on the examination table now, Dr. Carruthers, I'll examine your heart and lungs."

She had to jump up to sit her bare asscheeks down on the cold leather of the examination table. He went around behind the table, and the chill of the stethoscope on her back shot icy ripples through her body. It was hard to breathe evenly. His fingers seemed to thump right into her heart as he tap-tap-tapped on her ribcage. She felt dizzy and a little sick, and she tried to reestablish their purely medical relationship.

"I'm certainly looking forward to working under you, Dr. Morgan. Doing my internship here rather than in a hospital is a rare opportunity."

"Call me Phil when we're alone," he said as he slid his hands over her back. "Yeah, you'll like general practice, and I've got a feeling we'll get along well together as long as you do things my way."

He came around to the other side of the table, smiling crookedly, a handsome black-haired man whom she'd have to get to know very well in the next year. He resumed listening through the

stethoscope and thumping her chest with his fingers. Through the material of her smock, the stethoscope was warm, but his fingers were every bit as penetrating as before.

"Of course I'm taking a chance on letting you in here," he said. "You've got to make good, you know. I'd hate to see you fail here and have to go back and do your internship in the city after the brilliant record you had in school."

She smiled with false confidence and said, "I know I'll do well here. As the youngest in the class, and with the best average, I'm all ready for practice."

"Grades don't mean a thing here. And the fact that you're a mere girl doesn't serve as an asset here," he said, and let the stethoscope dangle from his neck while he placed his cupped hands over her tits.

Joyce barely suppressed a gasp, and Dr. Morgan's grin became malevolent as he thoroughly felt of her tits through the smock. "Just checking for lumps," he said. "Checking you extra good. Can't have my intern finding fault with my technique."

"Of course, Dr. Morgan… Phil, that is." Joyce thought of broken bones and appendectomies. She tried to read the titles of the medical books lining his private office. Anything to get her mind off the terribly intimate gropings of his hands on her tits. She was almost desperate in her need to keep her nipples from responding to his touch.

At last his hands stopped their massaging of her breasts and his grin faded. "What have we here?" he said. "Let's have a closer look at this, dear."

He slipped his hands up inside the loose white smock and made Joyce feel decidedly faint when

he closed them on her bare tits. By then she didn't care if she had a lump on her breast or not. All she cared about was getting through this ordeal with some of her dignity left. His creeping hands were raising gooseflesh on her body, and she could feel twinges of tingling firmness around her aureoles and nipples.

"Better have a look at this," he said, and had Joyce hold her smock up to her neck while he stared at her tits in his hands, feeling of them deeply, massaging them. No matter how hard she bit her lip, her treacherously responsive nipples swelled slowly and inexorably to rubbery stiffness. It was because she'd been without sex for too long. It was because of the excitement of at last being ready to work as a doctor. It certainly wasn't because she had blindly fallen in love with the handsome, single man before her who was fondling her tits.

"Not sure about this lump. We'll check it later. Pretty breasts. Damned nice figure," he said, showing the male chauvinist pig in him. "You could have done just as well as a Las Vegas show girl as you did at med school."

"Thank you," she said crisply. "Is that all now? I'd like to find a motel and get some sleep. It was a long drive."

"Nonsense. You're staying right here at the offices, in the apartment I lived in when I first came to Roseville. It'll save you money, and you'll be here to answer emergency night calls, lust take it easy on entertaining the men you'll attract here. And you'll sure attract them," he said.

She hated his snide remarks about her attractiveness. She hated his hands on her that way, but she couldn't look away from them. Eyes

cast down, blushing, she looked at his fingers moving on her stiff nipples and, the little hemispheres of her tits. Her heart was pounding and yet her body felt all relaxed. She felt very tingly and alive, and at the same time pleasantly drowsy. She wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week, and yet she was very ready for her first patient.

"I'm going to do a pelvic examination now. Lie down on the table and relax. Here, have a little more champagne." He held the glass to her lips till she drank it dry. The long trip was getting to her now. Her bones felt rubbery as he helped her lie back. His hands were firm but gentle as he placed her heels in the stirrups, two feet apart at the end of the table. Her legs were wide open, her crotch fully exposed, but now Joyce felt no sense of false modesty. He was more than her boss, he was a physician, and she trusted him entirely. He placed his hands high up on her inner thighs, examined her cuntlips with his thumbs. She yawned and sighed. Nothing to worry about. Soon she could sleep.

"Your vulva is quite moist. You've a good, healthy odor to you; Joyce. You can tell a great deal about a patient's health by his body odor. The flavor of an individual's perspiration is also an indication of his state of health. Did you know that slave traders used to lick the chests of slaves they were going to buy? It told them whether they were buying healthy merchandise. I can tell a lot about

"Oh-h-h-h-h." He was licking her pussy! No, that couldn't be. He couldn't be performing cunnilingus on her, He was only demonstrating one of his homespun diagnoses. But, dear God, it was almost

impossible to stand it! Her feet pushed harder into the stirrups, her hands clutched hard at the sides of the table. She grimaced and went tense all over her body, and he went on licking her cunt in an absolutely maddening fashion.

The doctor's tongue was licking up her wide-open slit, tasting her, and almost driving her mad. She had to hold still for it somehow, and that was so very hard to do, for his broad thick tongue was touching her everywhere there while his hands pushed her quaking legs still farther apart.

"Don't. P-Please!" she blurted, writhing and trembling as he licked heavily through her cunt.

"You taste healthy enough," he said, hands slipping down to firmly clasp her tensed asscheeks now, thumbs still holding her cuntlips open for his swirling tongue.

"It's late. I've got to go to bed. Finish this another time," she said, gasping and panting, writhing and feeling like a fool for reacting like this to his attentions.

"Sure. Another time," he said, and his lips circled her clitoris and his tongue drew it to a firmly reaching point, and Joyce's back arched up off the table.

"Please! Don't! I'm so sensitive there!"

"And here?" he asked, and crouched lower, and pushed his thickly tapered tongue up into the tight slick portals of her cunt.

"Oh, Doctor, please! God, I can't stand that!" she cried, trying now to get her feet out of the stirrups, but finding her legs paralyzed from the hot lances of quivering heat shooting down through them.

"You shouldn't be all that sensitive there," he murmured against her pulsing pussy. "According to

Kinsey, here's where all the action is," he said, and swiped his tongue up the open slit to push against her pulsing clitoris with it, while his firm lips sucked strongly on her there.

"This isn't fair. Don't do this to me," she moaned, close to tears, closer still to an orgasm which she had no desire for at all.

"I'll give you a chance to get even later," he said. He took another breath, and settled down to give her a cunt-sucking that broke down all her will to resist.

"Oh my God, suck it, suck it, suck it! Nobody's sucked my cunt for months… years, and it feels so goddamned fucking good I can't believe it! Wonderful goddamned cunt lapper!" she said, exulting in the vulgarities that streamed forth from her twisted, smiling lips. "Shit! Big fucking tongue! You know how to suck a cunt… ten times better than those stupid… ah-h-h-h… those stupid nurses did. Oh, yes, kiss it! Suck my cunt!" she cried, and wrenched her little hands from the table's edges to hold her twat open wide for the hot kisses of this wonderful man who was pleasing her so very much, giving her just what she'd needed.

"I'm gonna fuck you, too," he said, and sucked her clit between his teeth, nipping it so unexpectedly and sweetly that Joyce was immediately catapulted into the throes of orgasm.

"Fuck me, eat me, fuck me!!!" she yelled, arching high off the table now as her trembling little body followed the course of the skyrockets bursting in her head. "My cunt, eat my cunt!" she cried through a wild delirium of delight, splaying her legs wide for more of his kisses as she came quaking down to kiss the table with her hot

bottom once again.

"You like to talk when you're having sex, eh?" he said, between one marvelously tingling kiss and the next. "You can't help cussing and talking dirty, can you?" he said, chuckling and rubbing his chin against her exploding clit. Total release. That's good. I like it. So will Miss Beresford," he said, and buried his handsome face between her legs once again, and stabbed and swirled in her gushingly open cunt with his wonderful wonderful tongue.

"Oh, shit!" Joyce cried, exploding again. "Feels so fucking good I can't stand it, Ican't stand it! Eat my cunt! For God's sake, don't stop yet! It feels so good, to come, come, com-m-m-me!" she moaned, arching up off the table again, elevated by the strong hands squeezing her asscheeks and the far stronger feelings surging everywhere within her little writhing body.

Head rocking back and forth on the leather, the room was a kaleidoscope seen through her whipping blonde hair. The gleaming instruments, the medicine bottles, the medical volumes, all the things she loved were surrounding her, while this marvelous man she so admired made her come over and over again with his wonderful hot kisses. It had been months since she'd had any sex, and now he was releasing all her pent-up sexual energies at once. He was doing it in just the way she'd subconsciously wanted it-thoroughly, passionately licking her cunt, promising her better things to come, even encouraging her to use those exciting obscenities that somehow burst out of her when she was having sex.

She reached down and grasped his hair with her fingers, pulled his face harder against the seething gash, all hot and wet between her legs. "Suck my

twat and then fuck me!" she cried, hips jerking up at his agile thick tongue, body throwing a fuck at his handsome face. "Oh God, I need this so bad! Make me come just one more time and then shove that big hot cock of yours in me and fuck me silly! Years of work, years of training; I'd give it all up to feel your cock in me! But, make me come with your tongue again first! Yes! Yes!" she hoarsely cried as he sucked in her clit and most of her vulva and lashed that supersensitive flesh with his tongue. "It feels so good, so fucking good! Aaaoqoooo!!! Yeeee-e-e-e-e!!! So good I can't stand it! Can't stand any more!!!" she screamed as the orgasm became painfully intense.

His fingers deep in her asscheeks were alone enough to make her come now, but still he was sucking with fierce passion on her clit. She was weeping, sobbing too hard to beg him to stop and let her rest for t moment before she took his cock in her cunt. She felt she'd had in these few minutes enough cunt-lapping to last her a lifetime, but she still hungered for his cock. Just a little rest, then that lovely hard cock in her cunt, and she'd be sexually satisfied for many months to come.

Her hands were pushing at his head now. She lay there shivering and shuddering, still tingling with the residues of her orgasms, very, painfully sensitive now to even those last touches of his tongue tip swirling over her cunt. His tongue was teasing it, trying to soothe it while she lay there panting and moaning, trying to regain her senses.

Joyce sighed deeply when at last he arose, licking his smiling lips. "Your cunt tastes good. You've really got a little honey-hole there, Dr. Carruthers. And you sure know bow to come."

"It's been so long. I was practically out on my feet when I got here. You took me by surprise. I don't… normally do this."

He just chuckled at her explanations. She tried to pull down her smock, but he flipped it up again. She was still so weak from the sudden inundation of sex that she couldn't get up from the table, but she could cover her face with her hands. She wondered exactly what she'd said to him in the heat of her passion, and she wondered if she'd heard him right when he'd been talking.

"Please don't." she said, when he put his hand on her cunt again. "I'll have coitus with you, Dr… Phil, but first let me rest for just a minute."

He chuckled and went on slipping his fingers over her wet flesh. He said, "Coitus? Let's not get medical after; hours, Dr. Carruthers. You're just plain Joyce now, and we're going to fuck, not have coitus. So you like to have your cunt licked, eh?"

"Yes. Of course. What normal woman doesn't enjoy cunnilingus?" she said, face hidden in her shaking hands, trying hard to get hold of herself.

"You like it when some handsome bastard with a big fucking tongue sucks your cunt, eh? You really go for cunt lappers?" he said, toying with his finger around the opened lips of her cunt.

It was awful hearing her words thrown back at her. It made her ashamed, and at the same time it started little twinges of wicked excitement flowing again. "I told you," she said, "enjoyment of cunnilingus is normal for a woman.

"But I did it ten times better than those stupid little nurses. Is that right, Joycie?" he said, fingers still moving.

Joyce moaned and tried to close her legs. "I didn't meant that," she said. "I was… I was just

fantasizing."

"If that excites you, you won't have to fantasies around here. My receptionist, Miss Beresford, she likes to lick cunt. She's bisexual. She'd give that pretty little twat of yours a licking you wouldn't soon forget. She'd suck your cunt for you. She'd kiss this pretty little box till you came as good as you did for me."

"Don't… talk like that," she said, starting to breathe hard again, feeling the champagne bubbles tingling in her bloodstream once more. "I didn't mean any of the things I said."

"You got all the nurses at med school to go down on you, did you? Those stupid little nurses, all impressed by your medical talent, impressed enough for you to get them to suck your cunt. Did you eat them too, Joyce? Do you like licking cunt as much as you like having yours licked for you?"

"No, no, no," she moaned. "It wasn't like that at all." She was getting quite hot again. It was his fingers, and the smell of his male body so close beside her as she lay there giddy and confused on the table. "It was just one time. Months and months ago. An impromptu party. Too much wine. We played strip poker, and… and there was some horseplay. Nothing more. Oh, Doctor. Oh, Phil. Do it to me now. I'm so ready. I'll be good to you."

"Do what?" he said, twiddling her clit again, reawakening all her vigorous lusts before they had a chance to go properly to sleep for a while. "Lick your twat some more? I've had about enough of that."

"No, fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck my cunt," she said, and she smiled and took her hands from her face, wanting to see him now to add to the lust that was already wonderfully out of

control again.

"You be good to me first," he said, and the smile froze on her face, for there was his cock staring her right in the face.