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 two from the big city, he had welcomed her to her new job in his medical office with a bottle of champagne. Joyce had not known how to refine 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 hex 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 tint 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 lung."

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 chili 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 at the black-haired man whom she'd have to get to know very well in the next year. He resumed listening through the stethoscope and rubbing 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 any intern finding fault with my technique."

"Of course, Dr. Morgan… Phil, that is." Joyce thought of broken bones. She tried to read the titles of the medical books lining his private office. Anything to get her mind off the terribly intimate groping 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 medical 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. Just 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 him. 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 thy were buying healthy merchandise. I can tell a lot about…"

Ohh. 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 impassible 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 cunny. "According to Emily, 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 on… years, and it feels so Goddamned fucking good I can't believe it! Wonderful Goddamned cuntlapper!" she said, exulting in the vulgarities that strewed forth from her twisted, smiling lips. "Shit! Big fucking tongue! You know how to suck 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 countless number of the skyrockets bunting in her head. "My cunt, eat mycunt!" 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 gushing open cunt with his wonderful tongue.

"Oh, shit!" Joyce cried, exploding again. "Feels so fucking good I can't stand it, I CAN'T STAND IT! Eat my cunt! For God's sake, don't stop yet! It feels so good to come, come, come!" 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 baffles, 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 hat cock of yours mine 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! Aaaoooooo!!! Yeeee-e-e-e-e!!! So good I can't stand it! Cant 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 a 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 but. His tongue was teasing it, twins to soothe it while she lay there panting and moaning, trying to release.

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. And you sure know how to come."

"It's been so long. I was practically out of my mind 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 zipped 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… 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, trying hard to get hold of herself.

"You like it when some handsome bastard with a big flicking tongue sucks your cunt, cunt? You really go for cuntlappers?" 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 a man or little nurses. Is that right, Joyce?" he said, still moving.

Joyce moaned and tried to close her leg. "I didn't, I was… fantasizing"

"If that excites you, you won't have to fantasize 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 medical 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 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 cunt again, reawakening all her vigorous lusts before they had a chance to properly escape 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 as already wonderfully out of control again.

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

CHAPTER TWO

The sight of Dr. Morgan's cock startled Joyce, but only for a moment. He'd dropped his pants and now its big rosy bead, wet with his seminal oozing, was through the doctor's white coat. It was a big cock, a long one with a robustly sized head on it. Its little mouth was gaping wide at her, as if it were silently screaming for her pussy, just as her pussy was silently screaming for that big hot cock to be in it. His lingers, still smoothly moving aver the slick surfaces of her cunt, couldn't begin to give her the pleasure that cock could. Even the doctor's wonderful tongue wouldn't be as good as that cock in her once he slid it in her cunt and worked it in and out.

"Yes, I'll be good to you," Joyce murmured to the big prick there before her eyes, and reached up with one trembling hand to touch it.

It was hot and hard, just as she knew it would be. It was thicker to the touch than it looked. It would stretch her cunt, hurt her at first, but even the pain would be pleasure to her after her months of sexual abstinence. It throbbed in her hand, just like her cunt was throbbing and pulsing under the doctor's teasing fingers.

"I'll be good to your beautiful cock. Just get it in me and fuck the shit out of me," she said, her cultured voice almost a growl now in her dizzily mounting need.

"Suck it first. Eat me like I ate you," he said, and shoved it at her over the examination table.

The foreskin peeled further back in her hand. The already taut skin of the knob grew even tauter under her grip as it came at her face, at her mouth. Joyce had never sucked a man off before. Each and every time she'd had sex, her pussy had been in such crying need to be filled that she'd simply climbed on the man's cock without even stopping to suck on it first. She had thought about sucking cock, however. The idea of it wasn't totally repugnant to her, but neither did it hold much appeal to her. In her opinion, it was simply a way of pleasing a man, something very nice to do for the man she would someday love. And now here she was with a man who was almost a total stranger to her, his cock mere indict from her mouth, and looming ever closer.

She could smell it, rich and rank and meaty, and yet at the same time with a deeply permeating aroma that she couldn't identify, but that she could feet dear down to her toes. She could see it, she could smell it, and then she could taste it as she opened her mouth to protest and it was pushed in through her lips before she could utter more than a whimper.

Her first sensation was that of its silken texture. Then all at once she was bit with its warmth, its life, and the taste of it, oh, the taste of it! Gone was the rankness and present was that deeply permeating flavor making her taste buds tinge and her mouth water for more of it. She rolled ova on her side, little tits lolling on her chest under the rumpled smock. She took a good hold on it and sucked.

"Easy, baby, easy," he cautioned, and she made herself ease back lest she damage this wonderfully precious thing. It was so strong, yet so fragile and delicate. She'd anticipated such pleasure from it once it was inserted in her cunt, and already it was giving her a flew kind of pleasure that was satisfying enough in itself.

"That's right," he said, stroking her head, sliding it in and out of her mouth through her pursed lips. "Nice and easy. And lick it. Lick my cockhead like I licked your little cunt, Joyce. Yeah, you're a good cocksucker, kid," he said as he tickled her cunt with his fingers and tickled her tongue with his cock. "This is one doctor's office where you'll get some good training. Teach you to suck me off and drop your pants for a hot fuck whenever I feel like one. Teach you how to take it up your pretty little butt hole and like it. Yeah-h-h-h-h, between me and Emily, we'll teach you a lot of things, you hot little nymphomaniac of a doctor. And you'll love it. You'll love every bit of it. Just like you love getting fucked in the mouth, baby. Between me and Miss Beresford, we'll keep your pussy raw, and you'll love every minute of it. Right? Am I right?" His hands demanded in answer. One was pinching her tit and the other was pinching her nipple. It was painful, it was demanding an answer, and it thrilled Joyce to the core when she reverently nodded her head yes as she sucked the doctor's big hot cock.

"My balls. Kiss my balls," he said.

Her lips tried to follow his cockhead as it was withdrawn from her panting mouth. Everywhere in her body she was seething with hunger for more, mow of his cock, more of the insane excitement that was coursing and bunting so magnificently in her now.

His prick slid across her face, under her nose and over her lips, and she writhed in an ecstasy of hot desire for more of this lust that was overcoming her. His balls, soft and hot and hairy, kissed her cheek, and she turned her head and clasped them to her lips with her hand. The smell of him was everywhere now, filling her brain, taking over her being as she pelted his big nuts with worshipful kisses. Madness had taken her over and she welcomed it. She was coming, not just in her cunt, but everywhere in her body, and every moment more, more, more.

"Lick my balls. Think about the good stuff inside 'em, and lick my nuts," he told her.

"Mmmmm! Nnnng!" The sweaty rich taste of his nuts we enough to drive her crazy, and their warmth added further to her wildness. Her body was shuddering and arching on the table while she kissed up under his nut sac copiously, sex juice running down to make her asshole itch even more. He'd said he would fuck her there, and just the thought of that now made her asshole open up like a flower. He was still tweaking her nipples and diddling her twat, gazing down at her with easy masculine scorn showing through the lust on his face, knowing she couldn't help herself now, knowing how much she loved it all. She just went on kissing aid sucking his heavy balls, holding onto his cock with both hands, hoping it would never end.

"I'd like to cream all over your pretty face, Dr. Carruthers," he said. "I'll do that for you someday. Someday soon. God damn, I didn't realize the old al mater was turning out nympho bitches like you. Was this how you got your good grades?"

"No, no, never," she moaned against his delectable big nuts. "I don't know what's come over me. It's been too long."

"You look like you're about ready for a fuck." "Oh… God… YES!" she cried, her cunt on fire again. "Put it in me! Put this beautiful big thing in me and fuck me!"

"Where, Joyce? Tell me where."

"In my cunt, in my cunt, in my Goddamned fuckhole," she said in that growling voice again.

"Show it to me, Joyce. Sit up and give me an anatomy lesson, Dr. Carruthers. Show me where you want me to fuck you."

Joyce found that her feet were out of the stirrups. Panting and gasping, seething all over with hot desire, she heaved herself up on her elbows, swung around on the table and dangled her legs over the side of it. He stood a pace back from it, smiling, with his lug cock in hand and sticking up at her. She hated him then, but she had to have his cock no matter what her other feelings were.

She ripped off the smock, for anything at all on her skin was like sandpaper then. She hooked her heels over the edge of the table, and spread her knees widely to splay out the rich red lips of her cunt, all dripping with her lubrication. Her blonde hair was in a tight wet mat around her pulsing, itching pussy. She leaned back on her elbows, tits quivering, cunt wide open and waiting.

"That's where I want it!" she spat at him. "Stop teasing me and give me that cock! You know how to do it. Just stick it in my hole. Fuck me. Is that what you want to hear? Fuck the shit out of me, Dr. Morgan!"