It was a slow morning as usual, at Dr Reynolds' surgery. It had been like that for the past few weeks. Aside from the few daily cases of people overdoing it by staying out in the sun longer than they should and getting sun burnt, there was little else to do. She almost wished bad weather open the residents by way of a change. Something, anything to challenge her medical degree, instead.
There was one bright note, though. Trevor Alan, who had recently moved to the south London area from Birmingham in the midlands, needed a doctor and a check-up. His appointment was the last of the morning, just before lunch. Well, the only real appointment, since the few others were walk-ins.
A Mr Cox was seen first. In his late 50's, he had need of some more Viagra while Mrs Prat, I kid you not, a woman in her early 60's, required some more HRT. Lucy filled out the prescription for each while her young 20-something mind reasoned what they had need of them for. In Mr Cox's case, it was simply a matter of his partner using oral stimulation, thereby saving the NHS millions of pounds, while Mrs Prat only now wanted what she had denied herself for however many years.
Yes, something new and refreshing was what the good doctor needed and that came in the unfamiliar form of Trevor Alan. If she was reading his medical records correctly, he rarely had a need to visit the doctors. A perfect healthy specimen of man, and a complete contrast to those she had to endure coughing and sneezing around her come winter. A time when the surgery was pretty much busy and you had to wait a good two weeks for an appointment.
"Come," she called, from behind her surgery door, in response to the raps on the solid mahogany wood.
"Mr Al—an," she stumbled, having looked up from his records to see such a young looking fresh-faced man for his age. If Lucy had to guess from his looks, she'd say he was mid to late 20's while his records indicated DOB had him aged 37.
"Come, take a seat," she smiled, invitingly, her right arm held out, gesturing him closer.
"From my understanding, Mr Alan, you've recently moved to the area and would like me as your Doctor," she intoned, ‘while I cant see why,' Lucy continued in silence, as she looked him over more than checked him out.
The tall, dark and handsome man sat opposite her, had moderate length curly dark hair, which he had attempted to straighten out from the way it was combed back over a perfect oval shaped head, one that exuded warmth through his brown, almost, come to bed eyes, while his lips were perfect for kissing. His attire was casual yet smart. Fawn chinos, a red t-shirt with the buttons undone; over which, he wore an unzipped tan leather jacket and black trainers.
"Yes, that's right," he rejoined.
"What's your secret?" she said. "You're undeniably healthy while you look quite young for your age," Lucy enquired, having completed all of the main checks.
"A healthy diet, for one. 15 different meals every 15 days, as such," he informed her with a smile. Her patient was certainly happy in himself; unfazed, she noticed.
"How so?" she said.
"Well, Dr Reynolds -"
"Lucy," she intoned, with a smile, feeling ever more comfortable with him. It was as if they were old friends catching up, while she was interested in what her patient had to say.
"Well, Lucy, every 13 days out of 14 my meals repeat; however, the other two, that is the 1st and 15th differ and as many as three or four different.
"Sex," she just had to ask, while not ready for the reply he gave.
"Male."
"That's not me being facetious. Sex, for my mind, is about the man's needs. I mean, where's the pleasure in a woman being treated as little more than a substitute for a man's flexible masturbatory hand? Now, me, I prefer making love. Lots of long slow foreplay, the type that fulfils a woman's needs," Mr Alan informed her.
Perched as she was against her desk, Lucy found his frankness refreshing. Since arriving in the area a little over nine months ago, her love life, as her patient saw it, had been barren. She had joined an on-line dating site for professionals, only to find the men to be boring while those who had gotten her into bed were far from interested in her pleasure.
"I suppose I'm a bit of an expert in that respect," he said, confidently. Possibly too much so for Lucy's liking.
"I've got a doctorate," she snapped, gesturing to the plaque on her office wall.
"True, however, the first ever physicians practiced medicine without the such, while being a competent lover doesn't require a certificate; agreed," he elucidated.
Of course, he had a point, a quite valid one. Listening to him, though, had stirred something inside her. Why else did her warm damp thong suddenly feel like a prison?
Doing her utmost best to be ever professional, despite her inner feelings and attraction, Lucy had him role up his left trouser leg so that she could check his reflexes.
"Not sure what you'll gain from that," he intoned.
"I used to play football at the weekend, goalkeeper, so..."
It was a position that required the utmost reflexes; sharp ones. Nonetheless, and with his left knee over the right, she tapped the cap several times and got a positive response.
"I dare say your pussy is moist, Lucy," he whispered into her ear. Just the warmth of his breath as it fluttered her curly blonde hair and breezed her earlobe, caused a frisson to slowly roll down her back. He was right, of course.
"You're quite confident, Mr Alan," she said, wanting to see where he was going.
"Trevor. And yes, your body language suggests I'm right. You haven't been made love to, not properly, anyway, for quite some while," he intoned, before straightening his trouser leg and resting his foot on the floor.
Lucy was silent. Unable to believe what he was saying and to her as his doctor while a small fire nonetheless smouldered in her core.
"What would you say is the point of safe sexual intimacy?" he asked.
"Why safe?" she thought aloud.
"It precludes conception, which could just be about sex," he said.
She thought for a while, pondering the answer, her clit hard and pushing against her damp humid thong.
"I give up. What?" she intoned, one leg crossed over the other in an attempt to encourage a mild climax.
"Aside from the fact of what you're doing," he made her aware.
"And what might that be?" Lucy said, relaxing her stance.
"Research shows that women have eight times as many sexual thoughts as men, while they can get off in public, simply by crossing their legs and...!"
"What are you suggesting, Mr Alan?" Lucy ventured, her voice calm, considering, while she had her hands resting on the table either side of her.
"You've demonstrated your expertise as a doctor. Why not let me provide the same as an erotologist, an expert in sexual love?" Trevor appealed, and then stood up.
"If you put it like that," she said, and watched and awaited his move.
"I'd like you as you were, only sat on your desk," he invited his young doctor, and she subsequently obliged.
"Relax, and just let things happen," he said, encouragingly, with an appealing smile, only for Trevor to edge his face close to hers and press his lips to Lucy's.
That, she wasn't expecting. Nor, for that matter, did she expect his left hand to come up to her head and his fingers slide and entwine in her curly blonde locks. As their kiss intensified, his grip became strong. Something was brewing inside her body and it only took for his tongue to invade her mouth and worm around inside it for her fire to ignite, causing a mild, noticeable climax to drift around her body.
"How was that?" he intoned.
Not giving her a chance to reply, his mouth sought out hers again. This time, his tongue popped in and out of her mouth as a prelude, a sample of how it would feel in her pussy. It had suddenly become wet while her clit pulsed, wanting more.
He pulled her head back by her hair and then his warm moist lips were on her cheek, then her chin and finally her neck. He undid the top few buttons of her doctor's coat, exposing her ripe firm 38C breasts, which rose and fell with Lucy's deep breathing.
"Emn, yes, more," she encouraged him, as his tongue traced a slick path from her neck to the rise of her right breast, which he subsequently smooched for some idle moments before returning his mouth to hers.
He continued to demonstrate his expert skills by repeating his attention. Each time undoing a further button as necessary until he eventually had the cups of Lucy's bra drawn down enough that he was able to lick and kiss around her darkened areola and then lick and suck her soft pointy nipples.
"Yes, make me cum, make me cum, again," she urged, while confirming his earlier realisation.
"How wet are you, now?" he intoned, and then moved his attention to the left nipple.
"Dripping."
"And," he said, enigmatically.
"What? Emn, yes, you do that so well," she lauded.
"Your pussy. Your cunt, if we're being frank, what does it crave?"
"Your tongue inside it while you stroke my clit," she gasped, feeling his fingers slip inside her gown and across her taught belly.
Instinctively, she went to uncross her legs, only for Trevor to stop her.
"Not yet, soon," he told her. He was playing a game, teasingly, and for her utmost pleasure and she simply went along with it.
"It's all about action and reaction. Your body, any woman's body for that matter, is one big erogenous zone, from the hair on your head right the way down to your big toe," he enlightened her, while explaining his earlier grip on her hair, which he had since relinquished.
"You respond to a touch, an action, and then...!"
"You best give me a thorough examination, then," she cooed, only for Trevor to once again cradle her head in his hand and deliver a kiss so hot that it seared a glowing path, one that began deep inside the furnace of her core and trailed up her spine to resonate in her head.
"Fuck! You're good," she gasped.
"Just good."
"You've only just started, and what a start," she cooed, slowly uncrossing her legs while drawing him closer by the grip she had on his shirt.
"You're right," she intoned. "I haven't been properly fucked in ages. That is your intention, once you've dined on my wet cunt and I've sucked your cock," Lucy spelt it out.
"Granted, that aspect of making love is fucking, but it will be with utmost love and respect for your body and pleasure, irrespective. Now, what say we have your coat removed so that I can get at that deliciously dripping wet cunt of yours," he said, both warmly and encouragingly.
Everything had thus far been directed at her ever growing ongoing pleasure. From his initial kiss, making her cum just a bit, to delivering a full on climax. Trevor was certainly knowledgeable with regards to what it took to pleasure women.
"Tell. What was the answer to your earlier question?" she crooned, her tits hanging out of her bra as she watched Trevor undo the last few buttons on her knee length coat.
"You mean you haven't worked it out, even after...!" Hinting at what she had thus far enjoyed.
"You're the expert. You tell me," she appealed, moments before he reached around her back, squashing Lucy's breasts and causing her bullet hard nipples to press against his chest as he unclipped her strapless bra. He then drew it away from her warm body and dropped it on the floor.
"Think about it, openly and logically. For person ‘A', irrespective of gender, to give women pleasure. The act of foreplay is the same, irrespective of a man or woman doing it," he elucidated.
"I agree with you wholeheartedly," she intoned, while realising his revelation that women are inherently bisexual.
"Give me a moment, my receptionist," Lucy said, as he slowly slid his hands up her nylon-clad thighs.
"Miss Jones. I'm still with the patient. Take off for lunch. We'll be awhile. And lock the door as you leave, okay," Lucy said, before releasing the intercom button.
"Now, where were we?" she intoned, smiling alluringly at him while her thighs parted invitingly.
Extending his hands, she took them and slid off her table, one shapely ass cheek at a time. With their palms touching, he kissed Lucy, moving his hands inside her coat to trace a line up her sides, over her breasts and onto her shoulders. He then slid his hands over them, causing her coat to become ever more open before sliding down her arms and dropping to the floor in a heap behind her black open toe shoes.
Far from him drawing her white thong to the side, one that emitted a wet stain from her arousal and climatic juices, Trevor knelt before her and kissed around the damp area, adding his tongue with the final touch.
"Emn, yes," she swooned, gazing down at him between her firm ripe tits and wondering what was next from him.
His nose took over, nudging against her hot wet cunt and breathing in her natural feminine scent. He had his thumbs hooked in the tiny strings on either side of her waistband, slowly drawing them down to reveal her beauty.
Apart from a small fine tuft of blonde curls, Lucy was smoothly shaved he noticed as more of her sex was revealed. Still he drew in her fragrant scent while her right hand rested on his head. Her pussy stood proud, almost beckoning to be kissed while her lips hung full and tempting. Far from coming away as he drew Lucy's thong lower, it part clung to her wetness before springing down. Finally free, Trevor drew the strings down her legs and then removed each foot in turn, mindful to place the last one so that her stance was that much wider.
He ran a hand up the outside of each leg, causing a frisson to quaver along them as he did. Stopping at her knees, he drew his hands inward, his thumbs pointing upwards to their goal, and slowly edged them higher, inch by enticingly pleasurable inch. He was certainly true to his words while keeping her on the edge.
His mouth moved ever more closer to her beckoning pussy, urged by that of her hand. It was far from that of a firm grip, but commanding all the same. His thumbs slid higher still and drew apart her lips. With his tongue extended, he slithered it up her open and exposed cunt, catching the odd drop of her exquisite nectar.
"Yes. More. God, again. Eat me," she enjoined, her fingers gripping his hair tight, more than he had exercised on her when they kissed.
He thrust his tongue deep inside her warm slippery wet pussy and moments later Lucy was bucking and thrusting her hips at him, working her oozing wet cunt up and down in contrast to that of directing his head down and up as she came and beyond.
"Huh! Huh! Huh," she gasped at the end, her left hand on the table for support while her right leg was drawn up with her thigh resting on his shoulder, the leg dangling down his back.
"What say we get you more comfortable," he intoned, his lips, chin, even his nose covered in a sheen of her juices. God, was she wet, Lucy realised, as she returned her foot to the floor.
"You will give me a thorough examination," she cooed, taking his hand and then leading him the short distance to her examination table, which had a paper sheet from a long roll drawn over it.
"Most certainly," Trevor said, and then invited her to sit down in the middle with her legs over the side.
Gazing up at the young female doctor and continuing to drink in her post-orgasmic beauty, which radiated throughout her body, he removed first one and then the other shoe. Left with her hold ups, he raised her right ankle until her toes were level with his mouth.
Lucy smiled, appreciatively, as he surrounded all five of her pink varnished toes with his lips and mouth, sucking them momentarily before lingering on the big one.
"Oh yes, emn, I see, emn, what you meant. I can feel that all the way to my wet cunt," she cooed, before licking her fingers and sliding them down her body to rest in pairs either side of her fuck lips.
By then, they were quite engorged while she felt relaxed in his sex-pert presence to stroke herself if not necessarily make herself cum, something she had to rely on these past several months until that afternoon in her office.
When he kissed up along her lithe leg, Trevor watched as she stroked herself up and down, every so often causing her distended clit to pop out. With his warm breath once more fluttering her humid thighs, his eager tongue inches from her demanding pussy, she had her fingers drawn up enough to expose her clit to his attention.
This time, he threw her leg over his shoulder and urged the other one open with her knee bent and the foot on the examination table. Again, her hand came up and rested on the back of his neck, stroking his hair and watching him get ever closer to her clit.
Trevor flicked it. "Oh yes, emn, more," she urged.
He then sucked it, his tongue curled into a ‘U'. "God, yes, hurmn," she moaned, her hand still and resting, awaiting the moment when, only for his fingers, all four of them, to slip inside her wet tunnel and begin massaging her pussy; exploratively, almost.
"Oh God, fuck—me. What, huh, are, yes, you doing, gurnm," she uttered. Trevor not only had his fingers so far up inside her but he was clearly feeling for something.
"Just go with it, let it happen," he intoned, before moving Lucy's fingers to her right breast and then sliding his tongue around her distended throbbing clit in a most heavenly circle.
"There," he said, with an air of accomplishment. His fingers had located something warm, wet and firm inside Doctor Reynolds's pussy, enticing it ever more forward. With his fingers soon underneath it he stroked the muscle and sucked her clit with his lips while flicking his tongue as best he could.
Lucy's grip on his head and neck grew tighter as she rolled her right nipple firmly.
"Oh God. Yes, make me cum, make me cum," she cried out, as the feelings of a climax grew ever larger inside her.
Moments later, with her lids all but closed, she felt him move his left hand to stroke her clit, his head poised above her pussy waiting. They both felt the muscle swell and then it happened. Lucy squirted a jet of warm translucent liquid, which Trevor caught in his mouth, helped by that of her drawing him closer, almost drowning him as she drenched his mouth and his lips in her climatic outpouring; and it was a lot.
"That's, never, happened, before!" she gasped, as he slobbered around her pussy and rolled each nipple. "God, that neither," she crooned, her hand somewhat sedate as her fingers stroked his hair, lovingly.
For the first time in a long time Lucy was being made love to. Finally, a man, one a decade older than she, was treating her like a princess, almost. He had taken the utmost time and consideration in pleasuring her body and there seemed no let up to his attentiveness.
"When do I get to taste your cock, Trevor?" she cooed, his tongue moving, swirling and slathering inside her pussy with a calmness to it.
"Soon. There's just one minor thing that needs checking," he said, before once more tending her clit, his tongue action smoothing as it slid up and down the stalk of her sheathed nubbin.
"There is?" she questioned, not sure what else there could be.
Having released her swollen pink nipples, he then grasped the backs of her thighs and drew them up, her puckered asshole exposed.
"There is!" she exclaimed, having realised what he had a mind to do as he trailed a wet path with his tongue and saliva down her puffy pussy and over her perineum. He dithered it on her rosebud and then dabbed it a few times. Pleasure shot through Lucy's body like a bolt of electricity. The sparks spread out and caused her to tingle even before he swirled his tongue around her exposed asshole.
To add to the pleasure, she again stroked her clit, this time, with her fingers fully on it. She even patted and slapped her firmed up clit several times as a vortex-like orgasm mustered inside her.
"Cum for me, Lucy, then, my cock is yours to command," he urged, moments before sucking his fingers, all three of his left hand and then sliding the tip of each inside her asshole.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, make me cum for you," she urged, demandingly, feeling his tongue once more inside her dripping wet sex as her climax drew closer and closer, presently erupting as he plunged his fingers in and out of her shapely round ass and his tongue swirled around the eddy of her cunt.
"Oh God, oh God, oh fuck, me, yes. Yes! Huh, yes! Emn, fuck. I'm cumming, I'm so fucking cumming, huh," she gasped her response to a most glorious orgasm, finishing flopped back on her table and the wall behind it.
"You're good, damn good," Lucy proclaimed, having noticed the time on the clock. All in all, her patient's examination included, just over an hour had passed while she realised he could dwell on her body for more.
"If you're not doing anything later this evening, I'd very much like to find out more; about your expertise," she said, not wanting to come across as needy, before going to stand.
"Uh-uh. You don't need to get down on your knees, Lucy," he smiled.
"I don't?" she intoned, expecting to do so out of habit like most every time before, whether it were a bed, a floor or couch.
"No, just lay down and turn your head to the side," he said, considerately, his hand stroking her blonde tresses, reassuring her she would be treated with the utmost respect as she obliged.
The unfamiliar angle aside, she nonetheless had his trousers undone and they along with his pants down above his knees. He was semi-hard, demonstrating a degree of control in light of the pleasure he had brought her in abundance.
She took her time licking around the head and smooching his warm shaft. There was no pre-cum to foretaste and she swallowed him down to her thumb as she stroked his burgeoning length.
"Use your hand, urge me to suck you, it's okay," she encouraged him, and soon he was rocking her head back and forth, the crown pushing against her left cheek with every forward motion.
"If I was knelt down, I could get you in my throat, maybe laid over me while you eat me some more. Later, though, right now, I want you inside me. I want to feel your lovely warm firm cock pounding me, Trevor," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with lust.
He helped her down, turned her around and playfully dusted each ass cheek when she was bent over the table. It felt like he could do no wrong. Every action causing a pleasurable reaction inside her, just as he had said. Where had a man like Trevor been all her life, she wondered, as her body flexed down his fingers inside her pussy each time. Her juices oozed from her dripping wet sex as he moved behind her and took up a position.
"Spread that lovely round ass of yours," he said, and she did. If he intended fucking her ass, so be it.
He slapped his warm firm length on each buttock as he stroked her pussy. She felt his cock slide between her warm, humid thighs and barrel towards her wetness, flicking her lips and causing her to moan with the continuous pleasure. She edged her right foot ever distant from the left and lowered her upper body and palpitating tits onto the vaguely moist paper sheet.
He teased her for several torturous moments, sliding his warm length back and forth along the line and cleft of her slit, opening her lips so they could suck on it almost, before drawing it back and, with an upward plunge and forceful swing of his hips, slamming his cock deep inside Lucy's pussy.
She came, instantly, each thrust, back and forth, in and out, prolonging it and causing the juices that flooded her cunt to leak out; her stance was that open.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried out, whimpering from the pleasure that coursed through her body.
"Harder, deeper, ram it inside me. God, never, before, have I, been, fucked, like this!" she exalted, as he grasped her hips and fucked his length back and forth; the head sliding over Lucy's sweet spot more often than not.
"Huh, let me, huh, ride you, Trevor," she gasped, her thighs trembling. He was a bit perplexed, though, when Lucy, stood up, rested her hand on his shoulder and put her shoes back on.
"You'll like this position, believe me, we both will," she cooed, and then had him lay down on the floor.
"First, though," she said, minxily, and then stood either side of his head.
From there, and with profound balance considering he had just delivered an almost leg trembling climax, she was knelt over him in a 69 position, her fingers splayed around the hilt of his shaft to keep it positioned just so. She licked herself from him and devoured his cock, presently feeling the throbbing head pulse inside her throat as he flashed his tongue around her pussy, then her clit while working three fingers up inside her asshole, which seemed quite loose and relaxed.
Having sated her appetite, she swung herself around 180 and was presently squatting over his hips, her knees wide and pointing out. Reaching between her thighs, Lucy gripped his shaft just below the puffy glans and began stroking him as she lowered herself ever closer, not for one moment or second taking her sultry gaze from him, even when she felt the velvet touch of the crown against her lips.
"I'm going to fuck you, now, soon," she said, a fire blazing in her eyes as she swiped the head back and forth along the wet line and curve of her slit several times.
"Yes, emn," she sighed and moaned, as the head slipped inside. She wiggled her hips a bit and then, with her left hand resting on her knee, flexed herself down to where her other hand subsequently was before slowly drawing her body up until just the crown was embedded past her pussy ring.
"Fuck! Yes," Lucy cried out, as she slammed herself down the entire length of his magnificent cock.
Rarely had a man let Lucy Reynolds express her needs as she was doing - on top of a man, instead of him being over her - slowly drawing herself up and then slamming down like an out of control elevator, and all while he maintained stroking her clit.
Presently she was leant forward, her hands braced on his strong rib cage. She then, like a jack hammer or piston, propelled herself up and down his rigid warm length, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, thighs slapping thighs ringing out: Bam! Bam! Bam!
Lucy was encourageable, frantic, even, as she fucked herself up and down while crying out all manner of words.
"Fuck, me, yes," she cried out, her hands braced on Trevor's legs behind her as she rode him to yet another climax.
"My ass, I want this lovely long cock of yours in my tight ass. I'm not taking no for an answer," she said, insistently, poised as she was and swinging her left hand forward for Trevor to take and then kneeling up.
With his hands drawing her closer and her butt cheeks open, her escaping juices trickled and trailed onto his abdomen. Lucy then reached behind her and found his cum-slick cock to be well lubricated.
"Rarely do I let a man go where I want you, Trevor. You've certainly earned it in my estimation," she lilted, caught up in the rarity of been made love to and it was so rewarding.
"That's it, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. God, you feel so damn good. Fuck me, fuck me and cum, give me your cum," she urged, lowering her mouth to his and once more feeling his lips pressed against hers in a lovers kiss. Could he truly be the one...?
He propelled his hips up and down, filling Lucy's ass to his ever tightening balls as he rocked her back and forth.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, and moments later he exploded his warm creamy cum deep inside her asshole, three forceful spurts, each encouraging her own climax. She came with the third, her convulsing body thrusting down hard one final time. She pressed her pelvis against him and let the tumultuous euphoric sensations wash through her body.
"Now that, there, that was a thorough examination, Mr Alan," she cooed, her hands braced either side of his shoulders her upper body sagging while her perfectly formed tits projected majestically from her chest.
"As much as we both [kiss] want more [kiss], my receptionist is due back soon," she said, summoning up the willpower to slowly withdraw herself from his semi-hard cock and sliding back to suck and clean him, and all while she gazed at him and he at her, his upper body propped up.
The early evening dragged as did the time he spent pleasuring Lucy. Yes, there was something extra special about him, she realised as he made her cum for the umpteenth time and that's before they actually fucked.
Coming next:
Starting next week, Thursday 4th January 2018, I will be submitting the first chapter of 'Bad Teachers', 2nd term.
For those who have not read the exclusive e-book, there is a short introduction to the 'Bad Teachers' from term 1.
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