Jerry Milner - The lady plays doctor

"God, that was nice," said Emily Beresford. "Even if you didn't go down on me. Lay back now, and I'll suck you off, unless you'd rather go sixty-nine."

"No. No, it's all right," said Joyce, trying now to extricate herself from the clinging curves of the woman she'd just pleased. "Really, I'm just not in the mood right now. I've got to go to the bathroom," she said, and immediately she knew that had been a mistake.

"Oh, baby, let's go," said Emily, the crooked grin back on her face.

"And of course you don't mind if I watch," said Dr. Morgan from behind her, with his big hard cock pressed up against her back as he rose and embraced her.

She was suddenly surrounded by lust-heated flesh, and it scared her. She was trembling with her fear, and with the residues of the excitement that had inevitably invaded her little body. No matter where she turned, there was hot flesh and groping hands on her body, tickling her titties and delving in her cunt, poking at her asshole and pulling at her nipples. And the words flowed as hotly as the hands reached, with never a letup.

"Cunning little body. We've got a jewel here, Emily."

"Is she a good fuck?"

"She loves cock, once you get her going…"

"I've just got to lick her cunt. Right now!"

"No! No, please! I've got to go to the toilet alone!"

"Nonsense, we're all friends here," said the doctor, and together with his equally strong receptionist, bore Joyce off the bed and through the little apartment toward the bathroom.

"Stop it! Put me down!" she said. They were bustling her right along. Her feet weren't even touching the floor as the two naked people carried her off toward the bathroom for more of their unwanted attentions. "Leave me alone, you… you perverts! I'm here to practice medicine, not to roil around in bed with you two sex fiends!"

She tried to hit them, tried to kick them, but they carried her right on into the tiny bathroom and stood her up with her back to the open toilet. She stood there trembling with rage, too mad to even speak for a moment, while Dr. Morgan grinned down at her and said, "Have a nice time for us now, Joyce"

"I will not!" she spat, quaking with pain as the pair held her there. "Get out of here and leave me alone! I'll report you to the A.M.A. for this!"

WHACK! The big brunette slapped her across the face with slinging force. Dazzling stars were still exploding somewhere behind her eyes as sex-twisted female face leaned close and said, "You do nothing of the kind. All you will do is cry for us. Standing right where you, you will piss," she commanded, and drew back her hand a if to deliver another step across Joyce's hot, tear-flooded cheek.

Joyce pissed. It literally gushed out of her, flowing in a thick, ragged stream from her cunt, splattering against her thighs and clattering loudly in the bowl below her, relieving her enormously and at the same time humiliating her every bit as much as the stunning slap had done.

And Emily Beresford immediately squatted down on the bathroom floor and gazed at Joyce's streaming crotch and exclaimed, "Beautiful! A beautiful golden shower, just pouring out of her pussy by the bucketful. Glorious!" she said, and as the dazed young intern looked down to see what on earth could be so attractive about her pissing, the kneeling brunette slapped her cupped hand up against Joyce's open crotch and splattered and rubbed the hot yellow liquid against Joyce's flesh.

Immediately Joyce began to come. She could help that no more than she could look away as her salty-stinging was slapped up into her twat and smeared all over her opened thighs. She bit her lip and clung hard to the strong arm in her grip, but still she couldn't help but utter moans of ecstasy as her piss flowed and her orgasm bunt.

"Nnnnggggg! Ohh-h-h-h! Mor-r-r-r-re!"

"Yes, more!" the kneeling woman exclaimed, and now she bent and stabbed out her tongue to lance Joyce's cunt like a white-hot arrow, and Joyce swayed back an her heels and then pushed hard to expel more of the wonderful hot pee from her body.

She could no longer see it gushing out, but she could see that marvelously evil face there at her loins, with the long tapered tongue stabbing at her clit. And dimly, at the side of her vision, she could see that it was not a strong arm she was clinging to for support, but a strong cock that belonged to the man.

"Piss for her, Joyce. Tell her to catch it and she will. Let it go, let it all hang out. Tell her to eat your twat."

"Eat my cunt while I'm pissing," Joyce panted. "god damn you, eat my fucking cunt while I'm pissing for you!" she screamed, and shoved the black head under her loins, saw the yellow water flow over the ravishingly lovely face and felt the beautiful female tongue licking up through her overflowing cunt.

Her hand was being pushed up and down the length of the cock in it. She was coming so hard she was screaming, farting, swaying back and forth over the toilet. She came harder still as the cock in her hand erupted, shooting thick white ropes of goo against her palpitating belly. Just as the last hot drops of her pin flowed out of her body and over the licking tongue in her twat and dripped on down to the toilet bowl somewhere under her quaking wonderfully thrilled body.

"Wasn't that nice, Dr. Carruthers?" said the man at her side, still milking the last of his hot semen from his cock with her little hand under his.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," she sighed with heartfelt sincerity.

"Did you see what fun a nice hot pissing cunt can be?" asked the smiling woman as she rose majestically to her full height beside the nearly swooning young woman.

"Wonderful," Joyce murmured, not at all sure where she was any more, but feeling gloriously relieved, everywhere on her body.

A big hand swatted her smartly on the ass. "Okay, time to get to work. Better take a shower before you do it, kid-o."

"Well take up where she left off," said another woman, and smacked Joyce soundly on the lips with her cunt-smelling, piss-tasting mouth, and Joyce was left alone in the bathroom in this strange, alien house.

She sat right down and cried. She sat down on the cold porcelain of the toilet and wept great hot tears the moment they were gone. This hadn't been sex as she'd ever known it before. This was perversion, a quick happening between total strangers who indulged their innermost dirty desires and then went on about theft business as if nothing had happened at all. This was the most disgusting hour she'd ever spent in her life. She would surely never get over this, and she would surely never get her body clean again. And yet she had to go on, and her first step was to stagger up off the stool and toward the shower, just as her degrading tormentor had told her to do.

The doctor's advice, a shower succeeded in making Joyce feel better. She took it cold. The first rush of water made her gasp, but she stood under its icy flow until her body felt numb and her senses were dulled. There were patients waiting to be seen. There were her duties to perform. She could sit down and think about what she'd been forced to do later. After that, she could get back on a proper basis of relations with Dr. Morgan and Miss Beresford.

She only stayed in the tower for a few minutes, but her body was faintly blue and covered with gooseflesh when she stepped out of the stall. She was still gasping as she reached for a towel.

"Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h-h!"

They were obviously sexual outcries. Clearly the sounds were being made by a woman in the throes of orgasm. Through them Joyce could hear the urgent grunting of the rutting male. The little blonde intern wished to have nothing at all to do with sex for a long time to come, but she was drawn to the doorway to look far the source of the sounds.

The sounds in there pulled her on as if she were a moth near a flame. She simply couldn't stop herself. The towel slipped from her hand as she teetered to the doorway on her suddenly wobbling legs. She had to lean against the jamb to support herself as she saw exactly what she'd known would be there.