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Name of The Story File: DOCTOR-B.002
Author: Unknown
Authors Personal Site: http://www.erotic-free-sex-story.com
Category: Medical Sex Stories and doctor fetish texts
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~Date: 8 Nov 1994 15:20:31 -0500
~From: brenhead@aol.com (Brenhead)
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PLAYING DOCTOR, PART B
Weeks passed.
They continued in their dance, their journey and their battle.
Still, she refused him, refused him entrance to the virgin body he
had prepared for her. medical Story of your choice: medical_story Yet she lead him through his days distracted,
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Not a day passed when he didn’t see her, as he ritually rubbed
the shaving gel into her, always detached when he began; and not a
day passed when his spine didn’t wilt slowly toward her, watering
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When it seemed he was about to withdraw, to grow weary of the
game, of the intense sensations she gave while she withheld others,
she would lure him back.
one Sunday afternoon, she called to him from the shower. Other erotic fiction on this topic amazing_medical_story she’d
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low he walked in she said, “open the curtain” When he did, he
found her lying in a square of blazing sunlight, with glittering
spray focused between her legs he recognized the condition of her,
the engorged flesh, magnified with desire, and saw the look in her
eyes that she’d hidden pure need wildness whites of her eyes
but not for his cock only for his eyes on her his eyes were the
caress that nothing else could give he stood, paralyzed, staring,
as she held his eyes with her own watering eyes, as the love pain
seared through her, as her mouth parted and waited for the scream
she never allowed herself when he was there she’d only ever done
this to show herself to him after it was over, to show him her
whore’s wounded body.
the sun on her flesh was a spotlight on a vessel of liquid.
incandescent with blood her knees drew up involuntarily, exposing
every surface to the water, to the tiny pounding and licking and
vibrating drops raining onto her own red sky of wetness her eyes
dropped once to his cock and her expression changed in a slow
maddening instantsaw the look he stayed on her eyes until she returned them to him
with a slight brittle smile and then gave in to the sensations all
at once, holding nothing back her lips trembled, and the need was
there on her stage: “watch me”inhalation was a ragged sound, each breath out a scream, the legs
alternately spreading and then pulling together, straight out and
rigid, protecting the tender skin from an agony of stimulation,
then back out again, wanted more and then finally, after her clit
was laying out in the bright sun like an enormous ruby, she looked
at him and said “oh jesus” and began to cry, tears flowing, and
laughing struggling through the weeping, and the word Please coming
through the sobs, as her body gave itself up to the final stabbing
pain and sorrow and joy.
Without having once touched his cock, he lifted her from the
bath, towelled her and took her to their bed.
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On a day when the seasons were changing, she sat before him on
the small stool in the bathroom, waiting for the razor She
couldn’t bear even the slightest growth of hair to lift any
sensation away from the surface of her skin she continued to touch
everything to her newborn pussy, as though it was an extra sense
organ: what did an angora sweater feel like? what did the back of
a silver fork feel like? what did a chilled stick of butter feel
like? what did (guiltily, one day) the smooth toe of his shoe feel
like? what did the world feel like through the centre of her,
through the filter that made everything into pleasure? It never
occurred to her that he could take this away, because it never
occurred to her that she had been changing as surely as he had his
cock was never engulfed by her, never felt the inside of her, and
his mouth had taken on the sensitivity of his cock his mouth was
now the match for the sweet fresh mouth he had made between her
legs he knew that the only way to hold her was to bring gifts,
bring new sensations to her, either with his mouth and hands, or
with his imagination.
he began to ask things of her before the ritual he’d hold the
razor close to her, after the soaping, and say, “will you show me
something new today” and she’d press toward him impatiently,
saying, “of course now do it” on one of these days, before he’d
drawn the razor over her, he made her wait while he filled a hot
water bottle she’d never seen it before it was deep pink rubber,
and had a slightly textured surface, small cross-hatching like a
cat’s tongue there was something faintly hospital and official
about it, something therapeutic, something medicinal, something
that one’s mother would have on a top shelf somewhere, coiled with
rubber hose, looking harmless but forbidding any questions the
water he put in was steaming he lay this on the floor and beside
it, he put a large jar of vaseline she breathed in, and then out
throughout the shave, she was looking at the hot water bottle a
new tingling moved around her buttocks and down the insides of her
thighs the warm wash cloth was on her and again she was perfectly
smooth she waited for his lips he’d become so fixated on this
ritual, had transferred so much of his eroticism to his mouth, that
for some time, he’d begun to salivate during the shave his mouth
watered, as he leaned forward to shave, if he opened his mouth, his
lips would wet and almost drip he would lick his lips and swallow
usually, when she told him she was sore, he would lean forward and
extend his tongue toward her and it she would see it glisten today
was no different he could have leaned forward and drooled like a
baby onto her but he didn’t he left the room
she watched him go and knew he could still hear her he heard
the slight suction pop of the lid off the vaseline then silence
he could picture her taking a cupped palm-full and heavily coating
the surface of the rubber, making a warm pillow-size tongue of the
hot surface, the thick, greasy surface his saliva, thickened in
their world to conform to her shape, to leave tracks of her love
dance, of her print, of her need.
and it was exactly that that she was doing she was pounding
with the anticipation of yet another sensation, and one he had
given her a soft, hot, sliding surface that would never tire,
would take her driving, would lift up in little peaks of grease
when she moved away, leaving a shining on her that would beg her
back down again.
she slowly lowered herself toward the surface he heard the
intake of breath he moved back to the doorway, drawn irresistibly
by his vision please, could it be true? yes she was doing it she
was licking her body against the surrogate tongue, lying over it,
straight arms holding her upper body off the floor, thighs parted,
making fucking motions like a man over a woman her head would hang
down and then she’d throw it back and toss it from side to side
with the pleasure the movements stirred him, raked at his guts,
his own muscles remembering how he had fucked her before
she knew he was watching and yet it made no difference this
time, the desire to lose herself in her own pleasure overcame any
need to play him, to torment him, to delay or entice him he wasn’t
there she’d closed in on herself and only had a passion for the
skin between her legs, for what it could give her, and how she
could serve it with more delectable offerings this was one of the
finest she deserved it she fucking well deserved it oh god, she
deserved it she had to live with a clit and cunt that stood and
wept salt tears and demanded all day long, she had to comply with
the endless search for sensation, for power, and for the loss of
control---and so, in gratitude and compulsion, she twisted, humped,
vibrated, trembled into the maddening surface, forcing more of the
texture into her as her clit swelled, pushing through the lubricant
onto the rougher surface, dragging herself like a cat in heat,
making noises like one---long raspy howls, as more of her cunt
swelled into contact with the tongue beneath her she fucked like
a demon he was almost frightened by her the power the frenzy
suddenly, she reached down, seized the water-bottle, and without
breaking the seal with her body for an instant, rolled over onto
her back, feeling the heat on the cool tile where the mouth-gift
had laid under her she curled her body around the water bottle,
legs up, knees one on either side of her ribcage, arms reaching
behind her thighs, hands pressing the water bottle between her
legs, and looked straight at him as she began to come into it with
a sharp scream for each thrust of her blood-red pussy, her ass
lifted, her hands greasy, her thighs and ass cheeks shining,
holding her toy to her like a child, grinding and crying and trying
to absorb it into her she rolled, curled up on her side and became
a fetus in original ecstasy, all the world pumping through her
cunt, and she curled and humped and rocked until the survivable
death was unavoidable.
he took two swift steps, and as the spasms tore through her, he
pumped his cock like a teenager, standing astride her and coming
onto her, onto the place where her shoulder turned into her neck.
she turned her face to the viscous heavy rain and, mouth still
open, let herself receive a few drops onto her tongue.
it was the first of his cock she’d had since they began the
game he cried