Visit to the Doctor Volume 1

By

Barbra Novac

(A Vintage Erotica Sexploitation Novel)

Barbra Novac

Copyright © Barbra Novac, 2011

Cover Design © The Spatchcock

Published by Barbra Novac Books at Smashwords

ISBN: 978-0-9870883-0-7 

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To lovers of sexy chic cheek everywhere,

And

For my Husband.

Chapter 1

I stared at the card in her hand trying to ignore the deep thrill coursing up and down my spine. The card was silver- strange for a Doctors surgery. A dark silver with heavy typeset maroon writing. I knew immediately I was being offered something unusual. As often happens with me, when excitement presents itself it is accompanied by a warning. Fear comes with thrill. Maybe they are naturally together in everyone. Perhaps each borrows from the other?

I don’t sit comfortably with ‘fear’ but I adore ‘thrill’. I go into response – a kind of defence. I did this to my friend as I took the card from her hand.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just go and find out! I am telling you, you will not be sorry."

"But - you are also telling me to fake an illness, go and see a Doctor I don’t know, and sign a piece of paper to promise I won't sue him if anything "happens" to me. Why would you make a suggestion like that to a trusted friend?"

I looked at my girlfriend Sue with a mix of horror and a kind of incredulity. Both of us in our late twenties are what you might call "serious" women. Free to do what we want with our lives, while at the same time, not at all free to do what we want. Responsible is what we are. This is a world that rewards responsibility, so we both do well out of our compliant social behaviours. We both earn good money, neither of us is tied down with husbands or children, and we both have good figures because we eat well and work out. Handsome rich men we would never want to date because of the mess they may make in our lives ask us out all the time. We get invited to parties we will never attend because they impede too much with the flow of the next day. We are sensible, brave, committed and disciplined. All in all, not free.

Now, my very attractive friend tells me that I ought to "trust her". "Pretend you are sick", she says. "Pretend you have something wrong with you and that you need to see a Doctor. When you get your appointment, wear your tight skirt and your button up the front white shirt, and make sure you have great underwear on. And whatever you do, sign the paper that he asks you to sign."

"The paper is a disclaimer? Are you sure?" I could not believe I was having this conversation.

"Yes. It gives him the freedom for what comes next."

"And what exactly is that?"

"I am not sure..." she said in a dreamy voice. "I think it may be different for each woman. But he will know. He will make sure whatever you get, its right for you."

"Well, what did YOU get?"

"Oh, I can't tell you. I can only tell you it is TOTALLY worth it."

I thought that this was a completely stupid situation and that my friend had lost it entirely. Although, I had to confess, she looked better than I’d ever seen her. She was always healthy and tanned, but her brunette hair hung straight and long and a certain sexiness to her, normally under control, oozed from her. She smouldered. I could not help being intrigued.

Then she said the clincher.

"Are you afraid? I've done it. And so have three women in my office. Are you scared?"

"Of course not" I bit back.

"Then you may just have to go." She smiled in a faraway way, and made her excuses and left.

On the table, in front of her place sat his business card.

I didn’t do anything for a few weeks. I told myself I was too busy. Maybe I was afraid. It seemed like such a dumb thing for a sensible woman to do. I spoke with Sue a lot, but she didn’t refer to the Doctor again. I pressed her once on the subject, but she grinned and said it was up to me.

Finally I called the surgery (or whatever the hell it was) and made an appointment for ten in the morning on a Saturday. I had it all planned. If anything went wrong I would go straight to the police station and report this guy. I felt as though I could take the risk, if I had an escape route set up.

I arrived, dressed as Sue had suggested, to a waiting room filled with other professional, gorgeous looking women. They all wore skirts with button up shirts. A little shocked, I wondered why I got the faintest pang of jealousy in my stomach. I had not counted on so many other women being in the room, and especially not carbon copies of me. It was disconcerting to have an advantage taken from you by it being duplicated into mediocrity.

I went to reception. There was no one there, though a small silver bell with a sign told me I could summons the nurse on my arrival. I rang the bell with a short sharp ring. In a few minutes, a nurse came out. She looked like any other nurse I had ever seen, except exceptionally pretty. She also looked young to me – so young I briefly wondered if she was old enough to complete medial training.

"Yes?" She whispered at me.

I leaned in because I couldn’t hear her properly.

"I’m here to see Doctor James. I have an appointment for ten."

"First time?"

She whispered so low, that I had to bend right over the desk to hear her above the noise of the large number of women behind me. As I leaned over the counter, I noticed her take a fast glance down the front of my shirt. Part of me wanted to blush and run. But I was shocked to find part of me hoped my cleavage pleased her. It took me a full ten seconds to give myself a mental shake and remind myself flirting with women was not why I had come here!

"Yes. It’s my first visit here."

She smiled a slow seductive smile, and shot another brief glance down my shirt. "Well, welcome. I for one am glad to see you here. Please take a seat. Here is a form to fill in. Bring it back to me, and the Doctor will see you when he can. He’s right on schedule today, so you won't have much time to wait."

I shuffled to a seat, and sat down and began to fill in what appeared to be a normal Doctors form. Feeling rather clever, I put my real name, but gave a fake address. I still had no idea why my friend told me to be ‘brave’, so I was cautious. There were basic questions about allergies and previous illnesses, a question about my last pap smear and I answered that I had not had one for a while, which was the truth. On the whole, the form looked rather ominously normal.

I took the form to the nurse and went back to my chair to wait. Looking around the room, I noticed several doors with Doctors names on them and guessed the surgery housed several practises. GThe other women must be waiting for other doctors, so my time to wait was short after all.

Soon my cute nurse came over and said the Doctor would see me now. She asked me to follow her and led me through a door to the left of the reception desk, I had not noticed earlier.

Once in the small room, she closed the door and turned to look at me. I couldn’t quite make out her features as the room was dark, but I felt a vibe emanating from her that could only be described as sexual.

"Have you been recommended?" She asked, leaning back against the door.

"Um, yes actually. My friend Sue suggested that I come here."

"Did she let you know what to expect?"

"No. She was very mysterious about the whole thing. She jus told me to do what I was told and that it would work out wonderfully for me." I laughed a nervous laugh. "Silly really. I feel a tad foolish now."

She was looking at me thoughtfully. "That will pass. It is often a bit awkward the first time."

"Do you think I will be back again?" I asked a little surprised.

And with that, she moved forward away from the door and walked in a very slow deliberate manner toward me. She stood very close in front of me, and I could see that we were about the same height. I could feel her breasts rubbing on mine, and feel her breath on my lips. I was surprised, but I stayed where I was. Just feeling her breasts move through our clothes against my own with the rise and fall of her breath was intoxicating and very arousing.

"Oh I hope so." She said in that faint whisper. "I very much hope so.”

Chapter 2

My time in the small waiting room turned out to be only five minutes. The wait didn’t turn out to a problem; it was the way I’d responded to that nurse. I was glad for a few minutes to compose myself. I had no problem being turned on by a woman like that, but I’d told the doctor I hadn’t had a pap smear in two years and I didn’t want the scent of feminine arousal to confuse the doctor. I already had an experience of vulnerability in this situation.

Soon, my pretty little nurse came in and told me that the doctor would see me now. I followed her through the door on the opposite side of the room.

I entered what appeared to be a standard doctor’s office. There was a muscular chart on the wall, his desk and a high platform bed where examinations were held. It all looked and I have to say, smelled very much like a normal doctor’s office.

I felt a little disappointed and made a mental note to give Sue hell when I next saw her. This was a big fat nothing and she had me worried for no good reason. The nurse was fun and would make for a great story if I ever wanted to seduce some guy, but for the most part, this was a bust.

"Sit there and I will let the doctor know that you are ready." The nurse pointed to one of two chairs in front of the doctor's desk.

I sat in one, crossed my legs, and watched her disappear through the door we used to enter.

In two or three minutes an older man walked into the room. He would have been in his Fifties or so. He had hair around the base of his skull, but the top part of his head was balding. His hair was still dark. Very tall, and solid looking, he wore glasses; small grandma glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He wore his white coat buttoned up at the front. He had a sort of teacher look about him; austere but not threatening. He was looking at me intently, directly into my eyes, as he entered through a door at the far end of his office and walked toward his chair at the desk on the opposite side from me. I didn’t break his gaze. I held it. I wanted to appear confident and therefore behaved with more confidence than I actually had. It was probably completely transparent.

He broke his gaze away from my eyes and sat at the chair. Then he put papers he carried on the desk in front, leaned into the desk and folded his fingers together in front of him. He looked at me again deeply, and then his eyes travelled down my neck, to my breasts. They settled on my breasts for long enough for me to be embarrassed, and then travelled down the rest of my torso.

"I can't see your legs." He said

"Um. Well. I am sitting down."

"Did you do what you were told? I see you wore the shirt, but did you wear the skirt as you were told?"

Immediately surprised by his tone, I answered.

"Yes. I have a pencil skirt on. That’s what I was told to wear."

"Pencil skirt that buttons at the front."

"Yes." Heat started to rise to my face.

"And are you wearing a pencil skirt that buttons at the front?"

"No. I didn’t have exactly that, so I wore a pencil skirt that I did have. It’s very nice. But it doesn’t button up at the front."

There was a pause. I felt my heart racing, the blood pulsing rapidly through my veins. This caught me by surprise too fast to be offended.

"Because you are new, I will ignore the fact you were asked to do something and you didn't. But if it ever happens again, I will ban you from ever coming back here. Am I making myself clear?"

This confused me even more. I wanted to defend myself now. I was trying to remember. Maybe Sue forgot to tell me to have buttons up the front. The revelation flooded through me sliding over the heat of my shame. I now felt sure Sue had not told me about buttons at the front.

"I don't think I was told about the buttons. I don't think it is fair that I get into trouble."

"Am I making myself clear?"

The answer to that was an emphatic ‘NO’, but I didn’t think I was in any position to argue. For some reason he made me feel like I had to get this right. Stranger even, I badly wanted to get it right. I could not work any of this out. And why were the buttons on the skirt so important?

"You have not answered the question. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. Now stand up so that I can see the rest of you."

Because the way he had of talking to me made me feel foolish, I stood up a little too eager to please. I remembered Sue’s warning and told myself I expected this experience to be unusual. Strangely I still experienced that deep desire to get it right. I had a strange hot feeling in the base of my skull that if I didn’t know better was akin to embarrassment or shame.

He watched me stand and looked me over for a long time as he gave me some minor instruction. He told me to turn in a slow circle. Then he told me to sit again. He looked down at the papers he had brought in with him.

"It says here that you have not had your pap smear in the last two years. That is overdue. Also, your last blood test was six months ago."

"That is correct."

"Well, we won't be doing your pap smear today, but we will be making the appointment for that. Also, you will need to have an examination. I will do one today, then you need to come in for another one, when we will do your blood test."

"What kind of examination? For what?" The thought of a needle gave me a job of fear, and my defences finally kicked in.

He kept looking at the papers as if I had not spoken.

"There are also some pages here that are blank." He held up a form I had never seen before. "Why didn't you fill this in? Were you worried about the questions?"

"No, I don't know what the questions are. I have never seen that form before in my life. I didn’t get it earlier."

"Then you will fill it in now. I will ask you the questions and you will answer them and I will write the answers in this sheet."

"Um, ok." I was concerned that my questions had been ignored. But I guessed he had to fulfil some kind of protocol before we could actually be doctor and patient.

"When did you last have sex?"

"Five weeks ago."

"When is your next period due?"

"In three weeks."

"Is your cycle stable? Normal?"

"Yes. It is a twenty-eight day cycle and I can almost set a clock by it."

"Do you suffer cramps during menstruation? Ovulation?"

"Sometimes during both. But not every month."

"Does your mouth dry up during sex?"

Now this was odd. It wasn’t the kind of question I usually get asked. My defences had chilled back down to a simmer however, and I was willing to continue.

"Um, sometimes, I guess. If I breathe through my mouth instead of my nose or something. I am not sure. I have not really noticed."

"When you perform fellatio, do you swallow the penis right to the base?"

"I'm sorry?"

He repeated the question.

"Um, I guess it depends on the size and on my mood."

"Do you make love to women? Have you ever performed cunnilingus?"

"Are these questions really necessary? I have never been asked anything like this before."

"You were not given the form. If you had you could have read this alone and filled it out in private. I need answers to these questions so that I can tell what your lifestyle might be inflicting upon you."

I felt silly. Of course. These questions went toward my sexual practises. I guess they related to any sorts of disease I may be potentially carrying, or at least what I am susceptible to.

"No I definitely do not make love to women."

"Do you get aroused by nipple stimulation alone?"

"Um, yes. If it is done well." I felt that prickly heat at the base of my skill again. I tried to concentrate. If I let these questions take too much of my focus I was a afraid I would be fighting arousal again.

"Oral stimulation or other?"

"Both."

"Can you orgasm from nipple stimulation alone?"

"No."

"How long does it take from 'normal' to properly aroused for your vagina to responds to nipple stimulation?"

God, these questions were weird. "I have no idea. I have never timed it."

"Then we will have to check. Do you enjoy anal sex?"

"I have only done anal once and I hated it."

"Last question. Do you enjoy group sex?"

"No. I have never had group sex in my life."

"Then how do you know that you don't enjoy it?"

I was caught out by that last remark. But he was smiling, so I laughed thinking it was a joke.

"That's better. I got a smile out of you. Now I have to do a brief examination. Then I will get Evelyn to book you in for your next visit which will be another examination."

I was feeling more relaxed now. The entire experience improved when he was nice to me. I looked him over again. This was not a good-looking man. In fact, he looked remarkably like a doctor. But he did have some charisma. A certain charm.

"Ok. Where do you want me?"

"Interesting choice of words. Just stay where you are. I will come over. I need to get that nipple timing done and then do another couple of checks."

I was not sure I heard right. I sat still in the chair and he stood up and walked from around the desk behind me. I had my back pressed against the back of the chair, and when he stood behind me he was a little too close and I could feel the heat of his body on the back of my head. I moved slightly away, and I felt him take a small step back.

Then, from behind me, he rested his hands on my shoulders.

"Just relax. This will not take long and it will not be painful. It is important that you don't move."

He lifted his hands and moved them to my shirt. He undid the first button, then the second, and the third till my white lace bra was showing. He pulled the shirt apart so that my bra was fully revealed. I wasn’t moving. It felt strangely nice to have the Doctor do this. Other doctors made you undress yourself. This was quite arousing. Maybe this is what Sue talked about.

Then, with his hands resting on my shoulders again, he slid them down the front of my chest, till he had two handfuls of my breasts. I was stuck still. He began to softly kneaded my breasts, then, keeping his hands flat against my chest, he moved both at the same time to my cleavage, and deftly slipped them under the lace of my bra. I gasped a small breath, and started to breathe heavily.

"Just relax" he said. "Let yourself respond. I am monitoring everything."

His moved under the lace of my bra and felt both my breasts. I was sort of horrified but strangely remained pinned to my spot. It felt so good; I was burning up. The heat seemed to be rising from my breasts and spreading over my body.

His touch was cool on my hot flesh, but gave me no relief. I was terribly aroused. I pulled my legs apart and slumped into the chair. He pressed himself closer into the back of my head, but not so I could feel if he were stimulated by me.

He lifted the lace of my bra and my breasts popped out under it. He moved his hands out of my bra and placed them back on my breasts again, agitating and pulling on my nipples. I thought I was going to explode. I made a small noise and stifled it, terribly embarrassed at how much this was turning me on.

"Just let it flow. Don't resist" He permitted.

So I moaned out loud. I ached terribly between my legs.

Suddenly he took his hands away.

"Stand up." He said.

I stood on wobbly legs with him still behind me; behind my chair.

"Move to my desk, and stand with your thighs up against it."

I stepped forward, feeling as though I might recover. My breasts still hung free of my crumpled shirt and my bra awkwardly twisted above them. My pulse raced. I heard him walk closer behind me away from the chair.

"I'm just going to examine you. Don't be afraid."

And he bent me over at the waist so that my belly and tits were crushed against the cold hardness of his desk. I felt exposed. His hands slithered up the insides of my calves, till they got to the flesh of my thighs. They rested there in an agonising wait below the wet heat of my throbbing sex.

"I need you to spread your legs. Just spread them as far apart as you can."

I was starting to get aroused again, but knew better than to protest. All I could think about was his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs.

I spread my legs as wide as possible. My tight skirt prevented this from being far, but it was enough for my legs to be separated. I could feel him bent over the back of me as his hands slid further up my thighs till they both rested on the hot dampness of my underwear.

He massaged between my legs for a second, then slid one finger under my panties to the throbbing wetness of my slit. I moaned again, willing him to slide it into me. I kept wiggling about in an effort to get his finger into position.

"Stop that little slut." He said in a firm authoritarian voice. "I am going to give you what you want, but I need you to be ready the way I want you ready, and you are not good enough yet. Lift your skirt for me so I can get my whole hand around your pussy."

I lifted my skirt, weak with desire. I dreamed of his cock going into me. This was the most arousing thing I’d ever experienced and all my carefully laid defences were knocked out when he slid his hands over my breasts. All I could think of was getting at least one of those fingers into me.

With my skirt lifted, bending over my back, he slid a whole hand into the crotch of my underwear and massaged the outer labia.

"Ooohhhh..." I moaned with pleasure.

"Mmmm... yes. I am not surprised. I had you pegged as quite the whore as soon as I saw you. You will do very well here, but you have to learn to obey rules and behave yourself."

With that he withdrew his hands and I felt his weight lift off my back as he stood up. He walked around the desk, and sat at his chair, directly in front of me.

"Look at you. You were so smart, weren't you? So sure of yourself. Now in just one visit, without very much work at all, I have your breasts splayed out over my desk, your skirt hitched up around your waist and your underwear drenched with your own juice."

My pussey ached. All I could think about was getting that hand back on me.

"Stay where you are." And he buzzed the intercom and called the nurse in again.

"Yes Doctor." The nurse appeared through the same door that the doctor had entered, so the first sight she had was of me bent forward over his desk, my breasts mashed and my thighs spread as far apart as I could get them. I glanced up her from my shameful position and saw the glint of superior knowing in her eyes.

"This little tramp will have to be booked in for a proper examination next week." He stood up and walked around his desk to the back of me. "Come here." He said to the nurse.

I could not move. I started to throb again between my legs with the hope that his fingers would be on me again.

The nurse followed him. They were both standing behind me.

"You will notice, Nurse Rogers, this one is so wet, just from nipple and hand stimulation that I can't do anything more with her today. Bend forward and have a proper look."

The nurse must have bent forward because I could feel the heat of her breath between my legs and on my thighs. Then I heard her gasp and that was followed by a faint moan. I had no idea what was happening between them back there, but the lust overrode me again.

"Thank you. Stand up now. I am done with this whore. She has to come back next week, when she can behave more respectably. Please show her out."

And with that, he walked out of the room without another glance in my direction.

Chapter 3

I couldn’t wait for my next appointment.

I suppose I should be offended and even outraged. I can’t explain it to you any more than Sue could explain it to me. I could not resist what happened to me in that office. What I hoped might happen.

It was a full week before my next appointment and for the first few days I tried to resist the urges swelling inside of me.

I was outraged at one point. I left feeling very turned on, but after a few hours I’d decided the doctor was an arrogant prick and Nurse Evelyn Rogers some poor deluded woman under his spell. I talked myself into thinking it a triumph I had gotten away with very little happening to me.

As if I had something to do with that situation.

It was later that night, in bed and alone with myself, that my hand snaked between my legs and I started to feel the potency of what had occurred. "No harm in masturbating" I thought. I can use the pleasure without needing it.

But even when I had two fingers thumping in and out of my slick little hole and the base of my palm rubbing against my clitoris, I found my orgasm unsatisfying. In the past I gave myself a pleasant cum and then fall blissfully asleep. But tonight something was wrong. I had a mighty orgasm, twisting and convulsing; my vagina trying to swallow my own arm. But it wasn’t enough. When I rolled over, I had a restless feeling, and my vagina still ached.

I ignored this at first, thinking all the sexual tension of the day simply took its toll.

But it kept up. On the second day after being there, I had another unsatisfying orgasm that night in bed (and one in the bathroom at lunch time). On the third day I decided to go to a sex shop to buy one of those huge vibrators with multiple dials. That was better than my hand alone, and I was able to give myself a double with my other vibrator, but my mighty orgasm still left me hungry and wanting more. I started to feel perplexed.

Other things happened too. I started to notice body shapes and types. At work, I had a difficult meeting with the accounts department because I obsessed about what the head accountant might look like naked. Then I completely embarrassed myself staring into the deep cleavage of the eighteen year old secretary, looking up only to notice her looking at my eyes the darting to each side uncomfortably. When I tried to apologise to her in the ladies later, I found I couldn’t stop staring again. She gave me an odd sideways glance at my failed attempt to apologise, and told me it was no problem what so ever. That was the worst thing she could have said, because that night I came three times to images of her hot little pussy pressing into my lips.

I had my appointment to go back to the doctor and get my blood test that weekend. By now I couldn’t wait. I had no lucidity in the matter at all. No fear of a needle. All I wanted to see was the nurse, and perhaps find a way for the doctor to fuck me. I couldn’t think of anything else. My pap smear was scheduled for the following weekend and I fantasised constantly about what might happen. I would take that huge fake cock I had bought and pump it into me, with my thinner long one in my ass, my arms curled around my spread legs. I came and came but nothing made me feel better. Images of people I knew and people I did not know floated in and out of my mind constantly, teasing me, lulling me into wilder fantasies.

The morning of my blood test, I woke three hours early to pump the vibrator into me. I finally tore myself away and took a shower. I shaved my legs to the top, and under my arms, then lathered up my pretty little cunt with soap and gave it a nice shave. The lips were so soft and plump after, I was sorry I could not lick them myself. After, I perfumed my body painted my nails and plucked my eyebrows. I wanted to do everything that I knew to do to get laid at this doctor's surgery. I wore a tight t-shirt, with a push up bra making my breasts bulge invitingly out the top, and the new pencil skirt I had bought with buttons up the front.

I walked in to the surgery to see the office filled with women, all tantalising, all looking for sex. I wasn’t sure if the women were obviously aroused on my previous visit, or if I had simply not noticed. The room had the faint musky smell of feminine arousal, and a different nurse stood guard over the door to the doctor's office. I walked up to the desk, and the woman asked for my name. Like Evelyn, the nurse stared unashamedly at my breasts as she asked if I had an appointment. I said that I did, and that it was in thirty-minutes. She looked it up and then asked me to wait.

I took a place next to a perky red headed woman, in her late twenties. She had a fine svelte body, her breasts small but with huge nipples that stood out hard as she clearly had no bra on. As I took my place next to her, I noticed her watching me. When I sat, I glanced at her, and she smiled. I smiled back, and then shuffled in my seat with a magazine I found.

Soon I felt the woman lean into me, and whisper in my ear.

"Have you been here before?"

I turned to whisper in her ear, but found that she did not offer me her ear, but kept her face pointed directly at me, so that her lips were close enough to mine that I could feel her breath coming out of them.

"Yes." I whispered back into her mouth. "But only once."

"After a few times, they take joint visits. Do you think I could request a joint visit with you?" She was tantalizingly close. My vagina was aching. I had never been attracted to women before I came for my first visit here, but now I wanted every woman I saw.

"I would love that." I breathed back at her mouth. She leaned in and ran her tongue across my lips very lightly, and then leaned back in her chair. I felt ready for anything. I looked up and all the women in the room were staring at us with lust in their eyes. One woman even had her legs apart and was sliding her own hand up her inner thigh.

"Ladies! Remember yourselves!" the nurse called out from her desk, and we all shuffled into place, pretending that we were living a day like any other.

Within several minutes, most of the other women had been called at the door by a series of different nurses. After about 45 minutes I had been in the room the longest. The room had filled up with replacements, however. All the same. All beautiful women, filled with desire and longing. I wanted to fuck all of them as well. "God!" I thought to myself. "What the hell have they fed me?"

Soon Evelyn came to the door. I had not seen her during the day. She was wearing her crisp white uniform with a small nurses hat, white stockings and flat shoes. She looked just like a nurse ready for her day at work, but I thought she looked divine. So sexy. My nipples stood out immediately I saw her and my vagina started to throb when she called out my name.

I stood up and she watched my breasts as I walked toward the door. She opened it for me, and I had to brush past her as I went into the small waiting room. She smelled like jasmine and I thought immediately of tasting her.

In the small room, she shut the door, and asked me to sit on the chair. Then she sat on a couch opposite me.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I am well. I am a little nervous about having blood taken today, but other than that I am ok."

"No. I mean how are you sexually?"

I blushed. "Oh! Well, actually, I am more aroused than I have ever been in my life. And I am aroused by the strangest things, actually everything, all the time."

She smiled. "The Doctor knows how to wake women up. That is all that is happening to you. You are waking up. The way you feel, the way you will feel in the future, is the normal state for woman. She is usually hidden behind fear and convention. But really," and at this point she leaned forward and placed her hand on my knee, "It is so much better this way, don't you think?"

"Y... y... yes" I stammered.

She slid her hand up the top of my thigh till she reached all the way to where my thigh was pressed against my lower belly, move her hand right and rested it on the very top of my slit. "Poor little pussy must be so hot and bothered. You need a blood test."

She stood up, and opened another door, that led to a small corridor. Asking me to follow her, she walked down the corridor, till she turned right into a small room that was set up with a vinyl bed and a little table with needles, swabs and other paraphernalia on it. I noticed the now familiar mirror against the back wall and wondered if this time anyone would be watching.

"Take off all your clothes and hop up on the bed." She said to me.

All my clothes for a blood test might not seem normal, but it was a relief. I desperately wanted her to fuck me and to get the doctor to fuck me. I lifted the t-shirt over my head, and she moved into me as my arms were rising. She kissed me hard on the mouth and I responded with a passion I did not recognise. "Its ok baby," she said close to my mouth. "Mummy knows what you need."

She reached around an unhooked my bra and slid her hands around to the front again and pinched on my nipples. She just stared into my eyes as she pinched. I let the bra fall off my shoulders. As she pinched and stared into me, through me, I undid the top three buttons of my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Without saying anything, she spun me around, and she bent me forward resting my hands on the bed. She stuck one finger into me, saying "Such a hot little fuck hole. You must have been going wild this week. You are so hot, and your cunt needs so much. Hop up on the bed on your back."

With my pussy aching and aching I sat up on the bed, and swung my legs on to it. She pulled me forward so my bottom rested right on the edge of the bed and my upper body lay flat. She bent my legs up and my feet rested on the end of the bed either side of my bottom. My hot dripping vagina felt cool opened like that, and it was almost a relief to feel the air circulating around it.

Pulling my legs apart at the knees, she sat in a chair at the foot of the bed. She leaned in, and then I had what I wanted more than anything in the world all week. She pressed her lips to my vagina, and licked long hard licks from my ass to the top of my aching slit. I groaned out loud, and she swirled her tongue around the opening sucking and tasting the copious juice flowing out of my throbbing hole.

"Mmmm, I've wanted this too." She stopped to say. "Such a delicious cunt baby. I am going to want to suck and suck this little hole till you can't stand it anymore. You will have to feed it to me regularly." She slid two fingers into my notch, and spread it apart to stretch my opening even more. "Oh, I am going to see this hole filled with cocks and dildos and fists honey. You are just at the start and it will be so good when we get going."

With these lewd words, she leaned back in again and sucked hard on my clitoris till I came in an explosion, her fingers deep in me spreading me apart, and her tongue swirling around in the vacuum her lips formed over my clit. I bucked and bucked against her face, thrilling to huge orgasm pouring through me. This cum I needed with desperation and I collapsed spent as soon as she had finished.

"Now, we'd better get to that blood test honey." She said as she straightened up and walked over toward the table. I was exhausted and laying very still, and she tourniquet my arm, swabbed it and took blood through a sharp needle point. All I could think about was the juice running from my vagina.

After, I lay on the table naked, while she looked over me.

"I love all the women here." She said looking down into my eyes. "But there is something about you honey. Today, you will have to go, but I want that favour I did you returned real soon. I am really going to enjoy you. We have a connection and fucking is always better when there is a connection. But the next thing on the agenda is your pap smear. Next week, same time." She put her right hand between my legs, and gave my pussy a little squeeze. "This little one will get another work out then, trust me. And I'll be there for it."

Chapter 4

I did not know what to do.

Two days since my blood test, and a woman had eaten me to orgasm for the first time in my life, and I could think of nothing else. If I thought my wild streak unleashed before, it was demented now.

Somehow, I’d have to learn to live like this, because I couldn’t give it up and didn’t want to consider going back to the woman I was before. I tried to talk with Sue several times about this, but she seemed to be busy most of the time. I let that be. Instinctively I knew we would connect again when the time was right.

I had another complication. How to get through my day? I still had to work, I had to achieve, and I had to make money. I could not let sex take over my entire life. If this was the natural state for woman, there must be some way to function while in it.

These thoughts ran through my mind Monday morning when I arrived at the office, worried about how to handle my week at work, and waiting the five full days till my pap smear. Walking into the office, the first thing I saw was the bulging cleavage of Jane, the receptionist.

I had trouble with her breasts last week, but today she had a low cut top on. Walking around her desk, it was impossible for me to not look down her top, to see the lace of her bra holding her large firm breasts. Running my eyes down her body, I noticed her short tight skirt, and my mouth began to water. Ever since I had my vagina licked by Evelyn, I wanted more pussy eaters, and wanted badly to become one myself.

Jane watched me looking at her, but with a potent stare. I blushed when I glanced up at her face, and looked away quickly, but she sprang to her feet, and said, "Don't be embarrassed. It's better than the men staring at me." She glanced around at the empty office moving closer to make a conspirator of me. "And besides, I dressed this way for you."

Oh my god. Jane was a little bi-girl, just like wanted to be. Or was she? She could be a lesbian. It didn’t matter. As soon as she spoke up, I wanted a piece of her fast.

"Can we get to the toilets in about thirty minutes? I need to show I am here for the day, but I'd love to feel you up."

She giggled and blushed. "God. So forward. But I find it sexy. Ok. Thirty minutes." She looked up at me with a slight flirtatious smile. "I've been dreaming about this all weekend."

I smiled at her and walked straight on to my office.

Thank god for Jane. Under my desk and ran a hand fast up my legs, and patted my damp panties. That was the only way I was going to get through this week. Make her a little playmate. I had never played with anyone in the office before in my life. I glanced at the clock. Twenty-nine minutes to go before my quickie.

I got a couple of e-mails out, and made a few appointments for the day. Almost boiling over, I got up and walked out of the office, toward the ladies toilet at the end of the hall. I noticed Jane had already left her desk. I smiled inside when I thought of how many of the men in our now bustling office must have looked down her top just as I had, only to be left with their fantasies. Not me. I was going to get myself a nice little bit of Jane.

I pushed open the door of the ladies, and said "Jane?" right away to be sure we were alone. "In here" came her voice from one of the stalls. I pressed open the door, to see Jane in her purple lace underwear, breasts bulging out of the top of her bra.

"Oh god yeah" I said with and unashamed lust that I had never known prior to the last two weeks. I walked into the stall, and locked the door behind me. I immediately pressed up to Jane and kissed her hard on the lips. She kissed me back, thrusting her hot tongue deep into my mouth.

"Oh, you are brave honey." I said to her. "Are you a lesbian, or a sweet little bi-slut?"

"I'm a bi-slut; and I know you are. I could tell by the way you were checking me out last week. I can't get enough pussy, but I need cocks." She kissed me hot and heavy as she said this. I ran my hands over her breasts and she had her hands behind me feeling my backside. I felt her finger dig a little deeper to finger up and down my ass. "I just needed to have you as soon as I could."

"We may have to have each other a fair bit sweetie. I am really horny at the moment, and this feels so safe. Let me get a look at your pussy." I bent Jane over the toilet, so her head pressed against the back of the cistern, and closed the lid, so she could get on to it on her knees. I pulled her panties down her ass, and dropped to my knees still dressed. As I pulled on her panties down her slit, they clung to the folds of her soaking wet vagina. I pulled them down to the tops of her thighs and pressed my face in as if it were the most natural thing and I had done it all my life.

"Oh, fuck yeah" Jane said with her face in the back of the toilet. "Oh god, lick my pussy."

I had never gone down on a woman before, but the lust created by Evelyn overpowered me, and I just wanted this juicy little woman so much. I dipped my tongue in deep and tasted the thick clear wetness of her aroused pussy. It tasted like rain soaked earth. I got hotter just eating it. I pulled at her knees and she spread them as much as she could, so that I could rub my face in the constant flow. I pushed my finger into her and pulled it out and sucked on the juice I found there. Then I pushed it back and slid it in and out. At the top of her slit was her little ass hole, and without hesitation I stuck my face into that sacred spot and licked and licked with my tongue. I pumped my finger into her hole and sucked on her ass at the same time.

"Fuck yeah" said the sweet little Jane. "Oh god, do me baby." I could feel her starting to cum, so I worked another finger into her hole and pumped harder.

Suddenly she came hard all over my hand.

I stood up and pulled my fingers out of her, feeding my hand to her mouth to suck her own delicious cum off it. She sucked and sucked greedily on my fingers till they had no juice left.

She turned and sat on the closed lid of the toilet, as without a word, I pulled my dress up to my waist. She pulled my panties down and with her tongue out, leaned into suck my pussy. I lifted my leg over her shoulder to the cistern at the back, and leaned back against the door so that my gap fell wide open and she had better access.

"Lets give you a nice cum baby" she said as she worked her tongue over my clit. I let my head fall back. "Mmm" I moaned as she lapped and sucked on my clitoris. "Oh, yeah, make me cum honey." I said to her.

She slid two fingers into my hole, and I heard a faint inner groan at my hot wetness. "Oh, I am going to need time with this hole. You must have me over honey, so I can do you good." She said before she went back to her job of sucking on my clit.

I placed my hand on the back of her head, and pressed her in harder as I began to grind my hips against her beautiful ministrations. "Talk dirty honey." Jane said, and for a brief second I saw myself from above, a brash brazen lust filled woman. Never had I been this wild in my life. I only wanted the journey to get wilder.

"Feed one of those slick fingers into my ass little girl, and make me cum with my clit in your mouth while I pump your hot petite hand." I said to the receptionist. "You are so hot with your huge titties and your juicy cunt. I'm going to need you lots this week and maybe in the weeks to come. I need a little bi-slut to suck cum out of me when the mood takes. And I will need you at work, as well as sometimes in my bed at home. You will be my cum vacuum. Your job is to suck it out of me whenever I need."

Jane groaned as she sucked on my clit. She pulled the two fingers out, and slid them back in again, this time with one up my ass. I jumped a little having never had anything in my ass before, but I soon settled on the digit and the feeling was indescribable. I was going to cum and cum fast, and I wanted Jane's mouth wide open over my hole as I did.

"Get your tongue in my twat baby, I'm going to feed you my cum and I need your face right there to drink it all. You’re such a good little receptionist, sticking fingers in my cunt and ass while you drink my cum. Maybe I have other friends who will need to use you too. Maybe there is a huge list of clients who can use you and other people who just need to get off. Oh yes!" I cried, as I started to cum hard. "Fuck, you're making me cum huge baby."

I came in a deep explosion that coursed through my body, rocking back and forth on her fingers, my hands clasped at the back of her head pressing her hard into my convulsing hole. It felt so good. Better than anything I could create myself. I’d learnt the power of getting off on the body of another.

As my orgasm subsided. Jane licked and licked me till all juice vanished and my vagina was just a red tingling ball of energy. She pulled up my panties, and helped me down with my skirt. I stood her up and after kissing her passionately on her mouth, helped her back into her clothes.

"Do you want to come to my place tonight honey?" I asked.

"God yeah!" she grinned back at me.

Chapter 5

The rest of the day went smoothly, despite the endless yearning of my now insatiable cunt. I knew to count small mercies however. My little tryst with Jane was the best experience since Evelyn.

I now understood something very wild in me emerged and took up residence in my body. This lust demon in me drove a deeper need and it perpetuated behaviour I hadn’t entertained even in dreams. The raw power filthy language drew to my surface excited me where my own chaos always resulted in fear in the past. The past that existed before my visit to the doctor.

In the dark of my room at nights and the blackness of my soul I wished he would touch me. Take his cock and explode the pent up blood force he’d unleashed in me. I had days to wait for that. The sensual touch and tongue of the sweet Jane would have to satiate me temporarily till then. Her flirtatiousness enflamed my loins and I made several trips to the ladies room without her seeing in order to mop up my lust soaked sex.

I used work as a salvation. I gathered all my faculties and focussed on the task at hand. I’d talk to my throbbing hole, coaching it into restraint by whispering of the sweet objects that would be fed to it that night by Jane. Somehow this translated into success. The power surging through me moved into my work and the day was a tremendous success despite my fears that everyone could smell the hunger between my legs.

On my lunch break I decided to go to the nearest stationers and buy myself a journal. I wanted to write this thing down and out of me; I had a vague concern that I had no place for introspection. There was no desire in me to analyse my behaviour. I had no remorse, no guilt, and no self-loathing. I committed the vilest acts and a strange kind of potent innocence was upon me. I felt almost as though I were emerging.

Walking past Jane, I slipped her a little note, without making or giving any indication we’d become fuck buddies. I didn’t want the others in the office to know anything about our escapades. I smiled when I thought of her reading the note. In it I asked her to come home with me tonight, and suck me dry all night in my bed. My panties got wet just thinking about it.

I bought myself a jewelled gold coloured notebook. I wanted something beautiful because I felt that somehow what was happening to me was beautiful.

Back in the office again, I locked myself into my little room, and took out my journal. I wrote on the front page

"New Life"

Then wrote today's date on the top of the next page. Under that I wrote,

"Today I have asked our receptionist to come home with me for the night and lick my cunt. I have no fear and no shame, only a dream of her breasts rubbing against mine and her head between my legs."

I closed it up then and got to work on the files I had promised to complete. I powered my way through the rest of the day, the only reality being what was going to happen between Jane and me that night.

At the end of the day, I worked on till the office was empty. I didn’t make this arrangement with Jane; I just assumed she would cotton on, which she did. She knocked on the door of my office at six thirty, snuck in and informed me everyone was gone for the night.

"I don't want you to go home. I have clothes you can wear tomorrow. I want you to come home with me now." I told her.

Jane smiled and I saw by the paper she held in her hand she was trembling.

"Of course." She battered her eyes at me and I thrilled between my legs to her flirting.

I packed up my desk and Jane packed hers, and we walked like two colleagues to the elevator. I didn’t touch her there. We had to be careful of security cameras, but I stared down her top to her breasts that I had not yet seen out of her underwear. I was going to see them tonight.

We got out of the elevator and headed toward my car. I opened the door for her and laughed at myself as I realised I was being ‘the man’. I guess convention just takes over. But I diddn’t want to be the man. I wanted two women lusting for each other. When I climbed in the other side I said to Jane:

"Baby, let’s not forget, and I am speaking to myself here as well, that we are both women. I don't want to start being 'the man'. You are younger than me and that means I have more power my default, but I am going to want you grinding your sweet wetness into my face as much as I am going to pump into yours."

Jane giggled. "I can't help it. There seem to only be heterosexual rules even in homoerotic situations. I go all silly and girly when I'm with you. But I will do my best."

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. "I want you strong and independent as well sweetheart. No fawning and falling. Keep your wits about you. We are playing a very serious game here."

She looked me in the eyes, and stuck out her tongue and ran it over my lips. "Oh don't worry. I'll take what I want."

Time to get home.

We pulled out of the drive, and Jane was clearly as turned on by all of this banter and the closeness of being together as I was. Before I even got properly out of the street, she had her legs spread and had hiked her skirt up so I could see she had taken off her underwear. She took off her t-shirt, and while I was driving in traffic, unhooked her bra at the back. Her tits were exposed for the entire world to enjoy. Thank god it was almost properly dark, although every time we stopped at lights men stared into our car at the beautiful naked woman on my front seat. Sometimes I would lean over and kiss her and glance up at them, her tongue in my mouth, other times I would get her to turn her body and press her breasts to the window so the guy could get a good look. The exposure excited us. The glass and my driving helped us feel safe.

This was driving us both wild, and Jane had started to stroke her slit with her middle finger. I knew I wasn’t going to make it as far as home before I needed to suck her. The monster rose and took me over.