Le Doctor

Le Doctor
By: Doctor Wankenstein

She took an hour and a half to tell it me and 6 glasses of wine. Something Lyn told me about last Tuesday,

She's in London most of the time and was suffering with stomach cramps , which she's had before, and had to have some treatment for. Woman trouble, you know. Her local GP referred her to a clinic in London and she had to go there. This nurse sees her in, black girl, and Lyn says she's absolutely stunning, and she was thinking how terribly embarrassed she'd be if she was a bloke in there for something, and if they had to undress in front of this beauty.

The nurse has Lyn undress and put a gown on and takes her blood pressure, etc, and then shows her in to see the doctor. Well, funny she should think that about the nurse, because this doctor is about the most good looking bloke she's ever seen, tall dark, very French and just putting his rubber gloves on in order to become intimately acquainted with her innards.

She's helped onto the couch and nursie puts her in the stirrups. He clamps her and get his tools up there and has a good look round, she's uncomfortable, but she's fairly unexposed under the sheet thing, considering, and the cold metal is enough to keep her from any kind of arousal. Ah, but there was more to come, Doc wants her naked and nursie gets an unwilling Lyn out of her gown, and takes the sheet away, so she's starkers, in these stirrups, legs akimbo, Doc is giving her a lengthy internal, including at one point having a thumb in puss and a finger up her arse and squeezing the wall in between, before taking the gloves off and examining her breasts. He takes a few swabs and scrapes and says they'll call her later with any results.

Poor Lyn stumbles off on her jelly legs and feels very strange about the whole experience.

6 pm. Lyn's hotel room, after trying to work in the afternoon, she found for the first time in her life she'd felt like going to the toilet for DIY relief in the afternoon. Her mobile goes, London number, it's the nurse, but she's connecting the doctor (Dr Varden summat) , Lyn fears bad news but he's all smiles and reassurance, no problem, and it will pass, he's on for about 20 minutes and in the end the cheeky Frenchman does nothing less than asks her out to dinner. To her own surprise she agrees and meets him at 7.30 in her hotel bar, by 8.30 she's on her third huge glass of wine and they've missed their table for dinner. By 9 he's snogging her in an alcove and she's letting him, and not long after that he's got his hand up her dress, she does call a halt there and goes off to the toilet to straighten herself up, when she comes back he's got her room key from the desk, and is at the lift, with a bottle of Champers. She says the strange thing was they didn't say anything, she just got in the lift with him. She said he was acting dead cool , but he wasn't cos he had a big bulge in his trousers (wouldn't we all?).

They got to the room, and she went to get glasses , when she turned round he's just taking his socks off, he's starkers, with lob on proudly on display. He beckons her over to him and she takes the champagne, which he opens and pours her a glass and tells her to take a swig and hold it in her mouth, then he tells her to kneel. Obviously she knows what he wants and she goes to go that licky-job thing (she does because she doesn't like take it in her mouth) but he pushes into her mouth. She swallows her champers and tell him she doesn't swallow, and she doesn't want him to come in her mouth, but Doc's having none of this, he insists she does both. Lyn figures she'll jump ship at the last minute, and he's not that big so as to choke her, but it's as hard a rock. She's just about to get out of the way when he shoots, he's hand assisting, he's holding her head, and it goes everywhere, up her nose, in her mouth, in her face. He's telling her to swallow it, and she's still doing as she's told, she's no idea why other than she's pissed and he has "a way about him". Him cleaned up with her tiny little tongue, he stands her up and takes her dress off, and everything else until she's only wearing her stockings, and tells her to bend over and grab her ankles. He kneels down behind her and his tongue is everywhere, every nook and cranny , very much including licking her bum. He gets her laid out on the bed and hoists her legs as wide apart as they have ever been, and goes down on her "like nothing on earth", he's also got his fingers in there doing "some sort of contra rotating thing" and she said he was practically having to hold her down by this point. She came twice and created quite a pool on the sheet. .

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Part 2

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Finally he gets her on her hand and knees on the bed, rolls his condom on, and slips into her her from behind. He starts off holding on to her sussies, on each side of her hips, like a bridle, but soon his hands get busier. He's slipped one hand round to the front and is playing with her pussy, the thumb of the other hand is on her ass, and rubbing gently there. She looks across to the wardrobe door mirror and watches herself, he looks over at her, and offers a very wet finger to her lips, "You dirty sod" she says and sucks his finger, as he watches her in the mirror. As she approaches her orgasm, Varden pulls out , saying he's about to come, and continuing to finger her, he starts gently rubbing his cock between her buttocks, she feels more pressure there, and says to him, don't go up there, but he just groans and very gently pushes into her ass, just as she's coming, oUCH she moans, oof, Oh OH , and just moments later she feels his weight on her as he sags with a great groan. The Doc, very gently withdraws as she gasps her breath back.

"You dirty sod", she says He shrugs "I'm sorry. I had to do it. I am your first lover there, no? If I'd asked you, you would have said no, but I think it did not hurt very much, I think you could like it". "I don't do that. , Yes, you are the first, I've never LET anybody. I've been asked. " "It seems to be your day for exanding the things you do do" "It seems to be my day for expanding my bottom! I'm going to see if I'm bleeding, I'd better not be" "Let me look" (Lyn gingerly bends over again) "No, you're fine, I was very gentle."

"I think I'd better buy you that dinner now." "You don't think I'd go OUT with you after that do you ?" "I think you want to know what happens next" "Bloody nothing happens next. You're a pervert!" "You like it" (Giggles) "I DON'T. You're too bloody sure of yourself, you are." "I will ring you."

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Part 3 ....a very striking feature of the NetDoctor 2001 survey is the revelation that lesbian feelings are now far more acceptable than they used to be: 96.5 per cent of women described themselves as 'straight,' and only 2.1 per cent said they were 'gay or bisexual', BUT just over 1 in 20 females (5%) reported that they had had 'girl-girl' sex in the past.

And on the question of lesbian fantasies, a whacking 40 per cent of women said that they had had these.

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Lyn sleeps fitfully that night, waking with a hangover and a sore bottom, and very achy legs. She goes to work, attends a meeting, and picks up her messages off her mobile at lunchtime. One on there from Dr Varden wotsit. He casually and confidently says he's meeting some friends for a drink at 7.30, and if she's free, why not meet them, 7.30 , such and such a bar. Just turn up, or ring if she wants a cab. She deletes it. She goes to another meeting: stress, stress and more stress. She has to sack some of her people. All her colleagues up and go and retreat to their BMW's and commuter belt homes, and she's heading back to her hotel.

She , has a bath, has a fantasy, has a little fiddle, and gets dressed to go out. She gets a cab to The Crescent ( the bar mentioned on the voice mail) and wanders in, she spots the doctor who is sitting in an alcove table, with suitably luscious blonde, he gets up, kisses Lyn, which she she lets him, and pours her a large glass of wine. "Lyn, this is Nicole", he says, "she's from Luxembourg but lived for several year in San Francisco, so she speaks French and she speaks English, but she very rarely speaks any sense anyway, eh Nicole?" Nicole giggles and kisses Lyn on both cheeks.

Varden (who Nicole calls Paul, confusingly) disappears for some while and Nicole and Lyn talk. Nicole is gorgeous, charming, funny and enagingly frank. Nicole tells Lyn she'd like her to come with her to a place called Andromeda, which she describes as like a Gentlemen's club but all women. Lyn asks if it's gay, Nicole says not, it's no more gay than the bar they're in, as in some of each, but it's very exclusive, very chic, and it's free. Only those in the know can get in, and Nicole is in the know.

Lyn asks Nicole if she has a boyfriend, Nicole says she lives with an ex, a big Swedish guy who works as a masseur, would you believe, but who has aspirations of being a model. His name is something else, but she calls him Sven, as a joke, and it stuck. Lyn not getting a straight (or bi) answer, asks Nicole if she is gay.

Nicole explains "I lived somewhere very quiet, Luxembourg, and I went to a convent school, then I went to Uni in Paris, which was wild, so many guys and so little time, and then I went to San Francisco to work and there are all these beautiful beautiful men, with all these other beautiful men. There was no one to date, hardly , and I did meet some girls, who I did like, and I did go with some of them. Right now I'm not seeing anyone. So I do what I want."

"What about "Sven"? He's straight?"

"Yeah, he's straight, he'd do a LOT better if he wasn't! " giggles Nicole

Verdan/Paul comes back "You girls going out tonight"?

Nicole tells him she and Lyn are off to Andromeda, (Lyn's not agreed yet, mind) Verdan asks to be dropped off en route, and they hail a cab. In this cab the dirty doc jumps betwixt our 2 heroines and en route complains of trouser problems.

"You like Lyn , do you Paul?" "Mmm hmm, she is very beautiful" "Have you had her yet?" "I don't think you should ask me that" "Mmm. Did you have her bottom, Paul? ( He likes that)"

Nicole pats Doc's trouser tent, and says she's not going to relieve him in a taxi, he will have to go home and do it himself, as he can't come with them. They arrive at Chez doc, doc complains but Nic firmly boots him out of the taxi and gathers Lyn to her, cuddling her, and they both look provocatively back at doc as the cab pulls away. Doc limps up steps to go and pull away himself. Nicole lets go of Lyn, laughing, as they get out of sight. "Sorry", she says "he deserves it. Great lover, rotten boyfriend, keep him in your mobile for a lonely night. He's a little puppy dog when he fancies you"

Lyn was going off him by the minute.

Andromeda was basically a flat, the size of a hotel suite, amongst some other flats above some business premises in Kensington. The security arrangments were texted passwords and coded locks. Lyn and Nicole enter, check their coats and grab some champagne. It's dimly lit, elegant, some chillout album is playing. There are about 20 women there, some very beautiful and vaguely familiar looking. Kate Moss is a patron, and Kirsten Imrie, Lyn is told. It's nice there, and Nicole and Lyn are only approached by waitresses offering more drinks. Some single girls meet at the bar, and two of them leave together, but this is the only mildly odd thing she notices. Nicole is the source of endless stories and it's some time after 2 when she suggests they leave and come another time, as they both have work in the morning. Nicole suggests they go back to hers, and she will get her up in time to get back to her hotel in the a.m.

Lyn takes this as okay and they walk to Nicole's arm in arm. When they get in , Nicole disappears and returns with a book, whcih she shows Lyn, this is Sven she announces, Lyn leafs through it. Sven in modelling poses, muscleman poses, posing pouch, suit, casual, and standing naked with a towel and bucket, shaved. "Eurrrr! He's all bald" says Lyn, " Not now, just when that was taken" says Nicole, who turns the last page, where a hairier Sven is proudly holding the biggest old chap she's ever seen, and it's fully to attention. "Won't he go mad if he find out you've shown me this?" says Lyn "Er no, he's just given it me. He is in there now" "Alone? " "Seemed to be!"

"sOOOooooo, what exactly does he do? And who for ? Just women?" "He massages, just women, he will go to couples but he'll only touch the woman" "And what does he do?" "Massage, aromatheray massage (which I taught him) and sex, if they want, whatever they want. He's very professional, very clean, and he goes on forever, till he wants to, you know, or they want him to" "Does he make a lot of money?" "Yeah, 2 or 3 thousand a month, that's why we share, hard to find anyone who can make the rent. He charges £50 or £75 an hour, but if you want him to stay the night, it's more, maybe £200, £300 a time, depends if he fancies them!" "Who books him? Any famous clients? " "Dead royalty ? Don't ask any more!"

They turn in , Nicole takes the couch , Lyn has her bed, Sven sleeps on. Nothing happens.

Next night, Lyn phones Nicole at home, Sven answers. Nicole isn't there. He says Lyn can get her on mobile later but she's at the cinema, or can he take a message. Lyn says she'll maybe call later but leave her mobile no. A colleague calls and they meet in the bar, 90 minute later, Lyn's had several G&T s and is back in her room watching a movie. There's a text message off a website, it gives an email address for Sven as the source. He's emailed her phone. Message is like a business card. She takes deep breath and texts Sven. Sven's not available til 10, he says, he suggests she come over to the flat about then Nicole will be back about then, and she can see her, and he will do her then, when he's off duty.

Lyn changes and gets a cab to Nicole's, getting there just before. Sven's in, and he answers the door in cycle shorts, Nicole's there too. Sven shows her into the bathroom to get undressed, Nicole comes in and gives her a towel and a little sports vest to put on. A little nervously Lyn strips and puts it on, ties the towel round her waist and pads into Sven's room, where Nicole gets her laid out on the bed, laid on her belly with the towel laid across her bottom. Sven comes in with oils and bits and pieces. He goes on about her skin being dry and her smoking too much. Nicole asks Lyn if she wants her to stay or should she leave her to it. Lyn opts for Nicole to stay, she feels safer that way.

Sven goes to work on Lyn's back, working under the garment where necessary, Lyn responds with loud MMMmms as he works her muscles, later he massages her legs up to the towel line. All very nice. Nicole sips wine and watches impassively. Sven asks her to turn over, which she does, swivelling under the towel. Sven applies more warmed oils to his hands, and asks her if she'd like to take the vest off. He says he can do it with it on but it is much NICER on bare skin. Lyn blushes as she strips the vest off. He stands at her head, working upside down as it were, working her shoulders, her arms, her neck, her hair, and finally her belly , ( he warns her is massaging her gut and she may break wind, many do. She doesn't.) He now hovers over her breasts , "May I ? Is this okay ?" Lyn doesn't answer as such, she closes her eyes, breathes out and nods. His huge hands massage her little breasts perfectly, and mercilessly work on her nipples. "Oh CHRIST" she says and squirms under her towel. "Are you okay? Is it too much ? Do you want me to stop?" Lyn looks at Sven, paying particular attention to the shorts, where all remains impassive. Not a sausage as it were. Not a trace of him feeling like she does right now. Lyn looks at Nicole. Nicole is looking idly out of the window. She turns "Stop teasing her, come on, you swine, you know you want to". She walks over to Lyn, "Come on" she says "Don't be nervous, just enjoy" and with this, Nicole takes the towel and lifts it off her hips, Lyn grabs the near end, but she's already completely naked now. She lets go and looks wide eyed at the pair of them. Sven kneels down at the bedside and kisses her cheek and hair and, she turns her head to him, and he kisses her fully, quite taking her breath away. She senses Nicole slipping quitely out of the room, as he moves down to suck her breasts. " Do you want everything, or do you want me to make you come?" asks Sven, "What's everything?" "Oral, and full sex. Whatever you want. But I am not hard yet, can you help me?" Sven drops his shorts revealing quite the bigest semi our heroine has seen, even in her dreams. After a brief hesitation she reaches out and takes hold of him, first with one hand then two, and works him, then pulling him closer and licking him while cupping his balls. He groans and grows for her, then he climbs on to the bed in soixante neuf position, his knees either side of her head, going straight down on her, while she takes his huge balls in her mouth and continues to work him, through the gasps he's extracting from her. He moves back up to her nipples and kisses her again, her orgasm still continues to build as....she's still being licked. She hauls Sven's head out of the way, and looks down herself, only to see, the top of a blonde head , whose liquid tongue is under the hood of her clit, and wreaking havoc there. Lyn sobs. Sven is fully charged now, and ready to rock. "You want to make love now?" She gasps as Sven rolls a condom on and moves to the end of the bed, Nicole moves to one side, looking at Sven and moves away, licking her lips. Sven takes himself in hand and positions himself and pushes gently into Miss Jones. She flinches at the size of the thing. Nicole comes back in, and hoists Lyn's legs up and to the sides, "You might need to get on top" she says, and deftly slips two fingers in to test the water. Lyn gasps once again at this treatment. She's led off the bed as Sven takes her place, and she unsteadily climbs back onto the bed astride him. She wobbles and Nicole, catching round the shoulders, shepherds her into docking position. With Sven taking hold of the the enormous dick and Nicole catching Lyn round the waist she is lowered cermonially onto the organ. A noise like OOaF escapes her lips. Her muscles are struggling, and between the Swede and the blonde she is held aloft so as to not fall right down onto it. "Come on, just relax, you can take the width, just don't sit right down onto it " says Nicole to Lyn's near ear. "You could have a baby which is much bigger" she giggles. Lyn moans as he starts to move into her. Nicole's hand lingers, cupping Lyn's buttock, part supporting, and part stroking. Lyn shivers as feels Nicole's lips brush her shoulder blade. Sven takes Lyn's hands and places then on his chest, telling her "Here, take your weight on your hands, you control now". Nicole lets go of Lyn and moves away. Her feet planted either side of him, his giant hands grasp her bottom, taking her weight and moving her her up and down on it. Lots of MMf noises escape our lovely, before she dives forward onto him to kiss him, he scoops her up as she hugs him for comfort, before rolling her over onto her back. Without dismounting he flips her and begins powering into her from above, still holding back by only using the first 2/3 or so. She wraps her legs round his back, and holds on for dear life. She feels her climax come upon her like a tidal wave, gasping and screaming in turn, she spasms, feeling sure she will squeeze him to his peak too, but as she gets her breath back she realises he is just carrying straight on, he's slowed down to a gentle canter, and is smiling down at her.

She gasps up at him, wide eyed (even for Lyn). "How big is that thing?" she giggles, "It varies" he grins, "usually about 9, sometimes when I'm very very horny it's 9/12, it's over 7 inches round though. I had to be circumsized when I was 13 because the knob was too big!" " I know I can feel it" she giggles. He pulls back slightly, and tell hers to flip over onto her hands and knees, which she gingerly does, again without dismounting. He resumes his steady rhythm, giver her not too much and not too little, making her gasp every so often, one hand cupping her breasts and the other snaking round to the soaking bush of hair to tease and stroke her there, finally resting with his fingers either side of his organ, lifting her sticky lips slightly to one side, and teasing the c!it with the thumb. "You have a beautiful bottom" he says, bringing the breast hand back to spread the cheeks, "has anyone been in here?" he gently touches her there with a wet finger , and she twitches against him. "NO Don't" she says firmly "You can touch me, but no willies in there please" "I cannot anyway", bemoans Sven "No one has a big bottom for me, it is a good thing I am not gay, although as Nicole says, I would get more work" . His hands drop back to encircle her waist.

He ups his speed and a pace a little and begins to give her a little more of his "love", eliciting some little squeals which were possibly appreciative and possibly not. Gaining confidence and valuing the privacy of the absence of Nicole, she reaches back under herself to feel both herself and Sven, stopping to cradle the great orbs which were still not getting close enough to touch her bottom, so he was far from having finshed playing it out as yet. She also found them far from having drawn up to his body, still swinging there, quite casually, and according to Nuala Byrne Chapter 401 this meant he was not ready to pop by a long shot. She was though, all of a sudden she could feel her getting ready for #4 or was it #5 and her thighs were about to expire.

Some moments later her sweaty face in the pillows and her soaking bottom in the air, she landed, panting. Sven paused "You okay, baby?" "God, I need a drink, and the toilet and a cigarette"

Sven pointed the way to the bathroom and said he'd get Nic to fix her a drink. As the nude Lyn rather shakily made her way past an open door, from inside of which came Nicole's voice, in French evidently on a phone. When she got there, there was a shock. Nicole stood there, totally naked, leaning back against her dresser, drinking wine, smoking. An impossibly perfect body, the pubes waxed almost to nothing, big gravity defying breasts, Lyn doubted nature could have made these, but still felt quite jealous. They regarded each other for a moment, before she proceeded on to the bathroom , where she sat for while, before having a 30 second shower, and padding back down the corridor to Sven , thinking on the way should she leave. She was abundantly satisfied, though still tingling, but she felt Sven needed her attention, as she was unsure if she was being charged here!

Nicole, still on her call, provided her with a large glass of ice cold wine and a cigarette, on her pass. And Lyn went back to Sven's room. She found him lying on the bed, legs apart, he'd taken the condom off and he had his great fist wrapped round the shaft, gently pleasuring himself. He seemed a little embarassed at her seeing him , he blushed slightly and said "Come here" patting the bed beside him. He drew her towards him and settled her head on his lower chest. Her hand reached down to cup his balls. She alternated between kissing his mouth, his chest, and licking the head as he gently pulled it towards her mouth. He whispered in her ear. Following closely his instructions she placed her knees either side of his head, with her body above his, gripping his shaft, her face above it, tickling it with her hair, as he sat her down onto his face. Her eyes closed as he gently lapped deeper and deeper. She was startled to feel a darught and through her half closed eyes glimpsed something blue falling towards the carpet beyond Sven's feet. She was startled as a second pair of hands stroked her back. She looked up and climbing on to the bed beside her was a spectacularly naked Nicole, who appeared to have spent quite some time beautifying herself. No mean feat. Lyn looked doe eyed at the intruder. Nicole whispered "It's okay" as she kissed Lyn's forehead and eyelids, the pleasuredrome at the other end was acting like drugs to our heroine, but Sven was growing impatient. "Come on girls, do something, I'm doing all the work here", Nicole smiled and fed the head to Lyn who as before took the first and smallest point of the arrowhead to work on with her lips, and lap at, Nicole allowed her a few moments before bending it back toward herself and taking it deeply into her mouth. Moving up Sven's body Nicole unceremoniously sat herself on the beast, no condom and no foreplay and not a great deal of time for Lyn to even get out of the way, firmly anchored as she was at Sven's face, all she could really do was sit up straight and gasp at the treatment his tongue was giving her and the close up view of these two humans rutting as close as you are to this screen. She watched in fascination at the huge organ slipped in and out, feeling yet another orgasm coming up her.

Choreographed by some unseen and unheard signal, Sven lifted Lyn a few inches off his face, into the air, his tongue now snaking it's way between her cheeks, at this moment Nicole bent forward and licked the length of Lyn's opening, up the the top, in out, in out before burrowing inside the hood to tongue there, a gasp escaped Lyn, but with Sven below and Nicole above, she felt their tongues may even meet in the middle of her. YES cried a voice from beneath, now come out from between the exquisite cheeks of Miss Jones to watch the fun, Nicole's tongue mercilessy wrenching a final climax from the squirming Lyn. She continued to pound up and down on the big feller, until she thought he was spent. And he was.

It turns out this was a freebie, following 2 paying clients that day, rendering this chap with more staying power that Sting on coke, and who would not pop if he had an orgy of cheerleaders in a jacuzzi, and a sore as a very sore thing, wrapped in sandpaper.

One would think where was no graceful way to withdraw from this scenario. And there wasn't. Lyn gave no indication of whether she enjoyed it before she skipped off for another shower.

In the end, dressed, she came back into the room, and with as much dignity as she would muster laughed "You're RUDE"

Boy ain't that the truth.

As confessed by Lyn J 5/2/02. Dramatised by DME for readability.