Jerry Milner: The lady plays doctor

Joyce awoke with a headache and with a hard hot thing lying up the groove of her spine that she immediately identified as a cock. She didn't know where she was. For a moment she placed herself several years back in time, when she was a wild teenager, drinking and having promiscuous times, and waking up in strange beds like this one.

But then it all came shockingly clear to her in a flash.

She wasn't an aimless teenager any more, she was a physician. And yet on the very first day of her internship she'd gotten drunk and behaved with wild sexual abandon with a man who was almost a total stranger to her. Appalling behavior. If she went on like that, she'd never become the full-fledged doctor she'd worked for so many years to become. But aside from the damage the night before might have done to her career, it had damaged her confidence in herself even more. She'd thought she was self-disciplined, in complete charge of her personality and her sex life. All it had taken was half a bottle of champagne and a little forceful talk from the man with the big cock in her back and she'd proved herself to be as sexually unstable as a nymphomaniac.

She tried to stir, to get out of bed and away from him, but his hands tightened on her breasts and he murmured in his sleep and pulled her harder against his early morning erection. She lay there ashamed of herself for what she'd done with him, for the things she'd said to him, for the way she'd lost complete control of herself. She felt dirtied, and Dr. Morgan's warm, even breath on the nape of her neck made her flesh crawl with loathing for him. The bastard, he'd taken advantage of her exhausted condition. He'd seen how tired she was and he'd surmised how excited she'd been with her new position in life, and he'd cleverly seduced her. He'd made her tell him about the innocent lesbian experience she'd had, he'd induced her to use vile language during her many orgasms of the night before, he'd gotten her to perform fellatio on him. He'd even induced her to promise total sexual license with him and the receptionist she hadn't even met yet! Worst of all, he'd gotten her to love every crazy moment of it.

Of course the alcohol had helped him. Joyce hadn't had anything to drink in a long time, and it had hit her hard. Her mild headache and the dryness of her mouth proved that no matter how good the champagne had tasted, she shouldn't have drunk it.

But, no. Those were all lies going desperately through her head. She was practicing something she abhorred in others, and that was self-deception.

She had no one to blame but herself. It was she who'd chosen to drive for eight hours instead of arriving the next morning, rested and refreshed. It was she who'd swallowed the champagne, and no one else. It was she who'd readily agreed to taking off her clothes for his midnight physical exam, and it was she who'd opened her legs for him and madly sucked on his cock. She wasn't so well controlled as she'd thought, but she would be in the future.

Again she moved away from him, this time briskly enough to wake him up. She didn't care. She had to get away from him and cleanse herself. She had to get away from that big hot cock being pushed against her back.

"Morning," he said. "Where do you think you're going so early?"

"I have to go to the bathroom, Dr. Morgan," she said crisply. "Will you please excuse me."

"Stick around till Emily gets here. You don't have to piss that bad, and water sports are something she digs. She'll bring us coffee in bed."

Blushing hotly, Joyce struggled against the big jug clasped over her tits and said, "Will you do anything in bed. All I want to do is get to work with my patients."

"They're my patients," he said as he yanked her back against him. "And you won't be seeing a damned one of 'em if we don't get along."

"You can't stop me from practicing medicine!" she said, furiously struggling now. "Let me go!"

"I can make you wish you'd never even thought of becoming a doctor," he said, and all but scalped her as he jerked her by her hair. "What the hell's the matter with you, anyway? We got off to the right start last night, and we're going to keep going in the same direction. Don't get uptight about Emily. She likes sex as much as you do. And she's a helluva lot easier to get started with it. Relax, Dr. Carruthers. It's the best time of the day for a little balling."

"But I don't want to have sex now. Not with you and not with anyone. Especially this Miss Beresford, someone I don't even know, and a woman at that! Please let me up. I really do have to go to the bathroom."

"Emily will personally escort you. Relax till she gets here. It won't be long."

There was no way in the world Joyce could relax, and no way she could escape from the strong arms that held her to the doctor's nude body. He was too strong for her even when he let go with on. This hand was used to shift his erection around until it was lodged up between her legs. Its muscular thickness pushed up against her closed cuntlips. It was so long that it protruded out in front of her from between her clenched thighs. Its heat throbbed insistently against her while her brain raced helplessly to think of some way out of this bed, out of the whole situation she'd worked so hard to get herself into.

"Nice little tits," he murmured in her ear as he cupped them in his hands. "You've got a body like a teenager, but you're all woman. I sure like the way you come. I imagine you like it even better," he said, shifting his hips back and forth, rubbing the thick length of his cock against Joyce's soft cunt.

"What time do the patients start coming in, Doctor"

"We've got plenty of time. Don't worry, hope your pussy isn't sore yet," he said, and located her clitoris with his finger. He held open her cuntlips with his fingers and pulled the very warm head of his cock up against her pussy. He held it there while he languorously moved his hips back and forth. In effect he was masturbating, but he was using her closed thighs and her cunt slit instead of his hand.

Joyce was almost wishing this Miss Beresford would come and get things over with. She knew she could handle the situation. She would show no response at all to the tough old lesbian whom Dr. Morgan employed and played sexual games with. While Dr. Morgan might stir her emotions, there was no way she could get sexually involved with some cigar-chewing bull dyke. Joyce would just act cool, bored, and it would soon be over with. That act wouldn't be hard to put on, for it would be sincere. What was getting to be difficult, however, was remaining cool and bored under the continuing attentions of the handsome doctor at her back.

His hands were very good and gentle on her breasts, but not too gentle as they plucked at her nipples. His prick between her legs was a constantly moving thing, and a constant reminder of how wild she'd gone when she'd been with him the night before. His body against her was the most disturbing thing. She'd slept alone for so long that now his all-encompassing warmth couldn't help but be comforting and soothing. If he wasn't such a domineering bastard, she might indeed have an affair with him. As it was, she'd keep him at arm's length once this dreadful morning was over with.

His fingers were making her nipples aft if. She couldn't help that. Her pussy was getting moist, too, and that was just as inevitable. Starved for sex for so long, then reawakened to it, her body needed a bit more of it before she could push sex into the background and concentrate fully on her work. But she didn't want to have anything to do with this lesbian woman. The thing she should do was to go right ahead and have sex with the doctor, just as quickly as possible. Then, once Miss Beresford arrived, Dr. Morgan's sexual appetite would be slaked and the possibility of a three-way sexual experience would be gone. Smiling at her cleverness, Joyce turned around in his strong arms and kissed him.