"The lady plays doctor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milner Jerry)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Throughout that long day, Joyce had the feeling that each and every one of her patients knew exactly what she'd been doing with the lecherous Dr. Morgan and the lesbian Miss Beresford. Each time one of the patients looked her in the eye, her face felt as flushed as her ass had been immediately following her session with Dr. Morgan. And of course, the constant proximity of her two seducers didn't help Joyce's state of mind.

At every opportunity Dr. Morgan and Miss Beresford were giving her looks of scantly veiled lust. They would whisper nasty little words of titillating promise to her in passing. Scarcely out of sight of the stream of patients that passed through the offices, the tall doctor and his statuesque

receptionist pinched Joyce's fanny and patted her twat and tweaked her titties at every opportunity, keeping her in a constant condition of embarrassment and agitation.

Fortunately for her and her patients, the tasks she had to perform were quite routine. On this, her first day at work as a physician, she was assigned the simplest of medical tasks. Blood pressures were taken. A few injections were given. She examined another pregnant woman. She taped up the sprained wrist of a boy named Willie. Dr. Morgan took charge of the X-rays and the diagnoses and the serious illnesses and accident cases that came through the doors while Joyce performed the more subordinate tasks, and that was fine with her that day for her wits were not about her and she needed time to think.

She was not, as she had thought before, a latent lesbian. True, she'd been uncommonly stimulated by the attentions of Miss Beresford, but her subsequent encounter with Dr. Morgan proved to her beyond the shadow of a doubt that her appetite for men was the predominant factor in her sex life. Dr. Morgan hadn't even fucked her in the proper fashion, and still it had thrilled her enormously. It had satisfied her enormously top, at least at the time. But within an hour after the buggery in the examining room, her pussy and her asshole both were softly itching for more of his big cock.

At the same time, her senses could still be stimulated by Miss Beresford. This was especially true when the big brunette caught her by surprise. Standing before the files, looking up a patient's case history, Joyce suddenly felt Miss Beresford's perfumed lips at her ear, and heard her softly

murmur, "It won't be long till the sickies are gone for the day, and we can suck some pussy."

That little incident, among others, made Joyce's hair stand on end. It sent a hot flush flowing over her flesh even though she had no intention of continuing with the woman whose lusts for her were as intense as Dr. Morgan's. She knew that after work, she could sit down and talk reasonably with them. She could clearly and lucidly explain that she was a modem woman who appreciated a moderate amount of sex in her life. Under the circumstances, she would explain, it was perfectly logical for her to have this sex with Dr. Morgan. Once, perhaps twice a week, she would accept him into her bed and satisfy the flesh. But having a simultaneous affair with Miss Beresford was out of the question. And it was also out of the question for them to continue with their lecherous flirtations with her during the working day. She had a job to do and it could not be interfered with by the lusts of the body.

And so throughout that long first day at her new job, Joyce slowly but surely got her wits about her. She regained her composure and she looked forward to the time when her last patient would leave and she could have that sensible talk with the two people with whom she'd be working for the next year.

Joyce's last patient was a man of about thirty. Alone in the examination room with her, he rather hesitantly told her that he thought he'd contracted a venereal disease. There was pain when he urinated, he told her, and a light discharge. "Just drop your pants and shorts, Mr. Perkins," said Joyce, "and I'll examine you and take a smear."

Joyce felt cool and composed as the patient did

her bidding. No one would have suspected now that she was without any panties under her doctor's smock or that she'd engaged in some pretty wild sex that day in these offices. She was sure that even this man with his sexual problem didn't have the vaguest suspicion that she had taken a stiff cock up her ass that very morning, in that very room. She was brimming with cool confidence as she turned toward him.

He was seated on the examination table, pants and shorts dangling around his ankles. His cock was limply drooped over his thigh, and his testicles hung heavily between his legs. His cock was simply an infected organ, and Joyce regarded it as nothing more-until she took it in her hand.

It was so very warm and soft, so very velvety, and so unlike any other part of the human anatomy. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned it this way and that before her eyes. Limp as it was, it had a good size to it. It was a big, healthy organ, despite the infection it might have. Oozing out of its little mouth was a small amount of sticky fluid. Joyce coaxed more of it out by gently thumbing its soft underside, and the man stifled a little gasp.

"Is it that sore?" she said.

"Not exactly sore, but

"I'll try to be gentle," she said, and stroked it very softly. There was nothing in the world she could compare this organ with. It had a beauty all its own, one which Joyce could appreciate at her leisure as she went about her very honorable profession. Her soothing, massaging fingers coaxed out a glistening drop of the thick wetness from his cock, and despite his apparent discomfort, she felt his meat growing larger in her hand. There was all

the fluid she needed gathered on the end of it now, but Joyce felt quite unable to end the examination quite so quickly.

"Are your testicles sore?" she asked, and very gently cupped them in her other hand.

"I don't know. Sometimes," he said, spreading his legs wider and making his big soft balls even more available for her hand.

"Are they tender now?" she asked. She had his prick in one hand and his nuts in the other. His prick was just about half-hard now. She could feel its gristly muscle waking up and coming to life under her touch. His nuts seemed to be getting warmer in her hand, and were definitely the source of the musky, meaty scent that was now permeating his bared loins. She breathed in that scent through flaring nostrils as she bent over his very gradually stiffening cock.

"A little," he said. "Your hand is, uh, making them feel better."

She looked up and shot him a brief smile, and there in his eyes the soft glow of desire was apparent to her. He certainly didn't want to get aroused in the doctor's office, but he couldn't help himself. It was terribly unfair of her to tease him by prolonging the examination like this, but she wasn't doing him any real harm by it, and in a way, she couldn't help herself either.

"Is your penis more tender when it becomes erect, Mr. Perkins?"

"I don't know. I, uh, haven't had a har-an erection since this showed up."

"We'd best check that. Relax," she said, and now she was at last able to massage his prick in a frankly erotic manner.

He spread his legs wider still, and he leaned back

with his hands on the table behind him. They were both looking at the same thing, her soft little hand wrapped around the dark thickness of his cock, moving up and down on it. Her hand was lightly encircling it, but it was tight enough around it to draw the ruddy pink skin of his cockhead tight as she drew it down. Then his prick seemed to be straining up at her, ready to leap up off his body and into her mouth. Drawing her hand up, she would bunch up the skin around his ridged cockhead, and all the while she was making it harder, stiffer, longer, warmer.

"Any real pain now?" she asked, quite deliberately caressing the lovely big cock with her breath as well as with her hand.

"Hard to say," he replied, and there was a definite note of husky sexual lust in his voice now.

His cock was just as hard as it could be, his balls just as soft and full as possible. There was plenty of seminal fluid wetting the end of his prick now, and if Joyce kept this up he would certainly know she had motives other than purely medical for handling him in this fashion.

"You don't seem to be in too much distress," she said, and took her hand reluctantly from his nuts to reach back behind her to the white porcelain table top. "We'll prepare a smear.

She took a glass microscope slide from the box and held it close to the gaping little mouth on the end of his cock. She bent closer still to do this, feasting her eyes on the man's cock, filling her senses with vibrantly glowing feelings of giddy desire. She gripped his cockshaft more firmly at the base and slowly drew her hand up its strong, hard length. She could actually see its big red head pulsing in time with his quickened heartbeat. His

seminal fluid came up and out with the movement of her hand and accumulated in the thick wetness there on the end of it. Joyce took her time in collecting it on the glass slide, holding him firmly in her hand, wishing she could have it in her hot little cunt at the same time, once she cured him of his infection. Already she was thinking ahead to having Dr. Morgan's hot cock up her hungry fuckhole, and at that point she didn't care which of the two sex orifices in her pants got it first. But a cock in the hand is worth two in the pants, she thought with a smile, and she made the most of the current situation.

She milked every bit of seminal fluid from Mr. Perkins' urethra and gathered up far too great a quantity of it on the slide. Then she let go of his stiff-standing prick and half turned toward the table with the slide-and deliberately let it fall from her hand and shatter on the floor.

"Dam," she said. "How clumsy of me. Now I'll have to prepare a new one, and I'm afraid you haven't much seminal fluid left right now."

"S-Seminal fluid?"

"Come," she explained with an indulgent smile. He smiled back at her and said in insolent tones, "There's more where that came from, Doc."

"Indeed there is, and I know how to get it for the sample. Get down from the table, please, and turn around and bend over it."

"W-What for?"

"Just do as I say, Mr. Perkins."

It was gratifying to see him obey her. It was made all the more so by his partial nudity, and by the big erection he had now. It got in his way as he faced the table and bent over it. She reached around him and felt of its wet head, and clucked in

disapproval. "I'll have to give you a prostate massage to work some more seminal fluid out. Most men think their seminal fluid comes from their testicles, but actually it originates in the prostate gland up in a man's rectum."

"You're going to… put something up there?"

"Yes," she said, quite firmly, and got the same jar of Vaseline that Dr. Morgan had used on her, and put some on her finger. "The prostate gland is the male's chief sex organ," she said as she prodded and poked around his fear-stricken asshole with her well-greased finger. "I can probably get enough come out by massaging it properly, but you would help matters by thinking some erotic thoughts, and by verbalizing them."

"Huh?" he said, and tried to look back over his shoulder at her.

"Think dirty thoughts. Sexy ones. Talk about them. Tell me how you came to get the infection, if you have one. That will help me, Mr. Perkins," she said, sliding her finger in and out of that hole which she now knew to be supersensitive to a massage. She had just gotten the ball of her finger on the walnut-sized ball of his prostate, and had just made him tense and gasp at the contact, when he began to talk.

"Picked her up in a bar. Sort of a rough place. She was playing pool all by herself, and I watched her for a while. Young. Hippy type. Not super pretty, but with nice long hair. Blonde. Like yours, Doctor. Wearing ragged jeans and a thin shirt. I could see she didn't have a bra on under it. Big ti- Large breasts."

"It's okay to use the vernacular with me now. That should help you," she said, smoothly and gently rubbing her finger all over his prostate,

massaging his asshole with her knuckles, milking his prick with her other hand.

"Yeah. She had big tits. I could see her.., her pussy bulging out the old blue denim. She was friendly. We drank some beer, and pretty soon I got my hands on her. You know, teaching her how to shoot pool, even though she knew it all as good as I did. Leaning over her, smelling her body, feeling how soft and warm she was. Jesus."

"How long were you there with her?"

"I don't know. Maybe two hours. Touching her while we were at the table. Playing kneesies at the bar. Drinking beer. Fucking with our eyes. I knew damned well I was going to get in her pants that night, but she wasn't in any hurry and neither was I, at first.

"Then we both got so drunk we didn't much give a damn what we were doing. Drunk and hot. We started kissing at the bar. French kissing, and to hell with anybody who objected. I felt up her tits. Reached right up under her blouse and played with em, and man, they were big and they were soft. Hung way down, but really soft and round, with nice hard nipples on the end. And she was playing with my prick, right there at the bar. First with her knee, then with her hand. The front of my pants were getting all wet. I was really turned on, and so was she.

"I said, Let's get out of here. Let's go to my place and fuck." She said, "My place is closer. I'm ready to go." I got a six-pack and we split. Around midnight in a rough neighborhood, but I didn't give a damn. We kept stopping and necking every ten feet, dry fucking there on the sidewalk. My prick was so goddamned hard it like to bust through my pants. Her little pussy was so hot I

could feel it, and it was squirming against me all the damned time. Whew!"

"Sounds as if you had quite a night."

"Yeah. She had a dumpy little place. Her girl friend was there looking at TV, and at first I was afraid she'd blow it for me and then I was hoping I could get the both of them in bed at the same time when it turned out her girl friend was the friendly type. But, no. This June-that was her name-just laughed and said she wanted me all to herself, all night long, doing it all, getting it all on and letting it all hang out."

"I assume she meant cunnilingus and fellatio in addition to coitus," said Joyce, feeling very aroused herself now as she continued to fingerfuck his asshole and stroke his hard cock.

"Huh?" he said.

"Sucking each other off. I believe that's the term in use.

"Yeah. Sixty-nine. She dug that, and her pussy was the sweetest. I can't believe she gave me the clap."

"Perhaps she didn't. The test will have to be done before we can ascertain that. But go on. What did you actually do in bed?"

"What didn't we do?" he muttered, working his hips forward and back now. He was squirming his asshole against her finger and pushing his cock through her hand, as helplessly involved with sex as she herself had been with Dr. Morgan that morning. "Fucked," he went on in a gravelly voice. "Fucked and sucked all night long. Prettiest little pussy you ever saw. Beautiful chick. Firm all over, except for those big goddamned tits of hers. I even fucked her between the tits. Oh-h-h-h-h. Oh-h-h, Jesus!

"Did you make her come?" Joyce asked at his ear, rubbing him front and back with her hands, rubbing her tingling pubic bulge against his bare asscheek.

"Goddamn right, I did," he muttered. "Shit. She probably came a dozen times, and I must have pumped a quart of jizz into her. Upstairs and down. In her mouth and in her cunt. Just fucked ourselves ragged, and… tab-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h, jib, uh, uh," he groaned, and then bit his lip to clit off any further outcries as his cream came pouring out, gushing into Joyce's hand, driven there by the constant pressures she was putting on his prostate. He kept swaying back and forth, shuddering and squirming. He kept coming for what seemed like a very long time, until Joyce's hand was covered with the warm sticky fluid of life and he was slumped exhausted over the table.

She sneered a smile at his back and crisply said, "I have quite enough for a sample now, Mr. Perkins. You may dress and go."