Dr. Grace Taes Her Medicine

Ingredients list (mild spoilers)

1 cup romance

1 cup comedy

1 cup futanari/cis-woman sex

1 cup cis-lesbian sex

1/2 cup discussion of past coercion and ethical misconduct

2 tbsp edging and orgasm denial

1 tbsp age difference

This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional, all characters are over the age of eighteen. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.

This is Number 9 in a series --

The Adventures of Penny Thompson

. Each story is meant to be self-contained and enjoyable on their own, but they're best read in order!

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Dr. Grace Fellows' alarm went off, jerking her awake. "Alexa, stop alarm," she muttered, face down on her pillow.

"

Shopping for alarms. There are three thousand five hundred alarm clocks availab--

"

"Alexa! Stop alarm!"

"

Adding the top-rated alarm clock to your shopping cart.

"

"Alexa... You know what, never mind. Buy the damn alarm clock, put yourself out of a job."

Grace rolled over in her queen-sized bed, getting twisted in her black satin sheets. Her pendulous breasts flopped out the sides of her sleep top, nipples hardening in the cool morning air.

She fumbled her phone off of her nightstand and squinted at her calendar for the day.

"Yesss..." she hissed to herself. Penny Thompson was scheduled to come in for an appointment today.

Grace instantly felt blood rush to her nethers. It had been so long since she'd had an orgasm... her mind wandered back to

the first day she had met Penny in her examination room.

The physical exam was perfectly routine, just another college first-year needing a check-up and updated vaccines before registering for classes. Grace had been clinically curious about the young woman born with both a penis and a vagina, a unique presentation, something out of the ordinary.

But when she had pulled up the young woman's exam gown to reveal a beautiful, erect, 9-inch long cock... when she had gotten a whiff of Penny's strange, enticing, spicy scent... something primal had come over her. What started as a brief professional exam had turned into a hand job, causing the college girl to ejaculate unexpectedly, covering her hand, chest, and face with copious streams of pearly white cum. And then, well...

Grace shimmied out of her silk panties and slid one of her elegant, well-manicured hands down her muscular belly, teasing her elegant, well-manicured pussy. She slid her middle finger down the length of her quickly moistening slit, index and ring fingers sliding along her puffy lips, the heel of her hand grinding roughly into her clit.

The unexpected situation, the taste of the young woman's cum, her scent, the professional taboo being broken... Something within Grace had snapped. Sitting there in front of her patient, she had jammed a hand down her skirt and rubbed herself to an intense orgasm -- her first in years.

Eventually she had come to her senses, and realized what she'd done. It was completely unprofessional, she could lose her license for something like this! Best to apologize, move on, and pretend it didn't happen. But Penny's cock was still hard. And her smell...

"Today's the day," she said out loud. "I'm going to fuck that little futanari minx silly, or she's fired."

She jammed two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, pumping them in and out with a forceful schlick.

"She's going to do what she's told... She's going to follow directions... She's going... to use... that nine-inch cock... to give me... an orgasm!"

Grace growled with frustration, furiously rubbing her aching clit with her thumb, trying desperately to climax.

"God damn it." She pulled her arousal-slickened hand out of her panties.

Despite her shockingly unexpected orgasm -- or maybe because of it -- she wanted more. Looking at the mortified young woman with her enormous cock, Grace came to a snap decision, a turning point. She had to have Penny. Needed to feel her member inside of her, needed more of her potent cum.

She rolled over to reach her bedside table, opening the drawer and rummaging around, pulling out her cordless Hitachi vibrator and a large glass wand. Sliding her panties down her long muscular legs, she slipped the wand into her needy pussy, gasping at the intrusion of the cold glass.

Penny was sexually inexperienced, eager to please, and clearly still aroused. Grace made her an offer -- pretend that nothing had happened and finish the exam... or follow Dr. Grace to her therapy room, and give her virginity to the 50-year-old doctor.

With one hand she angled the wand to rub against her G-spot, while her other hand flicked the switch on the vibrator and pressed its broad head against her pubic mound, groaning as its powerful vibrations rippled through her clit like a low-grade earthquake.

"Yesss," Grace hissed, clenching her abdominal muscles and lifting her hips off the bed, humping the air. "Fuck me, Penny... Give me that girlcock... You're not going to stop... Until I tell you to stop! Until I'm done... using... your..."

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The battery of her vibrator ran down.

"Fuck."

She threw the Hitachi onto the bed angrily, got up and stomped to her bathroom. She turned on the waterfall function of her tiled walk-in shower and pulled off her top, waiting for the water to warm up.

Grace had felt a pang of guilt after that first experience with Penny Thompson. What she'd done was ethically questionable and professionally unconscionable.

On the other hand, Penny clearly had a gift. She was special. Her lovely, willowy, tight little body. That frizzy mop of red hair, those cute little freckles. Her bubbly personality and enthusiasm... Most importantly, her nine-inch futanari cock that could seemingly make any partner orgasm with ease.

Perhaps some good could come from Grace's indiscretion. There were so many struggling patients that Penny could help. With Grace's guidance and mentorship, Penny could lead to a revolution in sex therapy! Surely it would be unethical not to put Penny to good use, to utilize her to her fullest potential?

Dr. Grace Fellows stormed into the waiting room of her private practice, shiny black heels clicking ominously. Underneath her woolen overcoat she wore tight dark slacks that enhanced her shapely ass and muscular legs; a tight blue satin blouse that accentuated her impressive bust. Her short cropped platinum blonde hair was impeccable. Predator-red lipstick matched her freshly painted nails, and an elegant string of pearls completed the look.

She looked ready to either: Accept a prestigious award; break some terrible news to a patient; or Mrs. Robinson a 19-year-old college kid to death.

Grace's grand plans had gone sideways almost immediately. She thought

Marci would be a good test case for Penny's talents

. Her trusted assistant could enjoy Penny's talents, Grace would supervise, a win for all involved parties!

But as Penny vigorously fucked Marci to a series of gushing, earth shaking orgasms, Grace once again lost control, switching from dispassionate clinician to desperate voyeur. And once Penny was done with Marci, the little tease didn't even have the decency to fuck Grace senseless! She gave the doctor a kiss on the cheek and pranced off to college!

Grace was left behind in her overstuffed leather armchair, frantically jamming her fingers into her cunt, hungry for an orgasm that would never come.

"Good morning, Grace!" Marci Hamada said sweetly from behind the receptionist desk. She wore a garishly colorful floral dress, one that hugged the curves of her massive breasts and revealed a bit of her plump bare calves. She fluttered her eyelashes at the doctor. "Oh my, you look amazing today."

"Mmmhmm."

The situation had not improved since then. Penny had met with a few more of Dr. Grace's patients, all women with a variety of sexual blocks or frustrations.

The last of Penny's clients had been Sati Kapoor

, the repressed librarian who desired intimacy but feared sexual contact. Ms. Kapoor had asked for privacy during her session with Penny, and Grace had begrudgingly left the room.

Sitting out in the waiting room, listening to Penny fuck Ms. Kapoor into the next fiscal year, Grace had become increasingly agitated, upset that she had so little control over her young futanari protégé.

The only thing that had kept her from breaking down the door and interrupting Penny and Sati had been Marci Hamada, whose deft fingers had given Grace a bit of relief.

"On your calendar for today I have some time blocked out for you to catch up on some insurance authorizations. Then you have a foot abscess draining for Mr. Franklin, a medication check for Mrs. Han, an intake meeting for a new patient with arthritis, forty minutes for lunch..."

"Yes, yes, wonderful. When is Mr. Monroe arriving? He's going to have a therapy session with Penny today."

Marci paused for a moment, then answered carefully, "...Penny should be arriving at three."

"Excellent, excellent," Dr. Grace said with a self-satisfied smile.

In a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand, Grace had given Penny an ultimatum of sorts. Start following her orders. Work with the clients she wanted Penny to work with, including some men. And once she had Penny properly in hand, she would also be able to use Penny's gift for herself, any time she wanted.

That was over a month ago. Since then, Penny had been making excuses not to come in. Thanksgiving Break. Studying for her finals. But now the willful girl had run out of excuses, and Grace had her right where she wanted her.

"Well then. I'll be in my office, catching up on paperwork! Let me know when Mr. Franklin arrives."

The morning dragged out like a Cybertruck with a dying battery.

The insurance authorizations were a mess, and required three phone calls and two emails to clear up.

Mr. Franklin's foot was disgusting, and needed a referral to a podiatrist.

Mrs. Han was a hypochondriac, and thought her heartburn medication was making her dog hate her.

The new patient, Mrs. Navarro, was pleasant enough but only wanted to talk about her grandchildren and not her arthritis.

Dr. Grace Fellows was deeply distracted all the while. She kept fidgeting in her chair, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, glancing at the clock on the wall.

She thought about skipping lunch and locking her office door, ripping off her pants and having an intense masturbation session. Her needy pussy was already angry and swollen though, and she still had almost three hours before Penny's scheduled appointment.

But Marci Hamada insisted that she come and eat lunch in the waiting room with her, trying to have a pleasant conversation about the upcoming weekend.

"There's a new art exhibit at the campus museum, maybe you'd like to go with me, Grace? I know how much you like modern art..."

"What's that? Oh. No, thank you Marci. I have a conference proposal to work on this weekend."

"Where's Mr. Monroe?" Grace asked impatiently. "It's almost three, he should've gotten here twenty minutes ago for his intake before Penny arrives."

Marci took a deep breath, and then looked Grace in the eyes. "Mr. Monroe isn't coming today."

"What are you talking about, you said he was..."

"No, I said that

Penny

would be arriving at three," Marci said patiently. "I cancelled Mr. Monroe's appointment."

"You did what?! Why would you do that without consulting with me first?"

"Penny didn't want to work with him. She was too scared to tell you... but she told me. So I cancelled his appointment. She won't be working with Mr. Monroe today, or any other day."

"The hell she won't! Penny doesn't get to decide that!

You

don't get to decide that! That ungrateful little--"

The little brass bell above the clinic entrance jingled, as the door opened. Penny Thompson entered the waiting room. She was wearing a big puffy green winter jacket, her tight little bottom and long coltish legs sticking out the bottom, clad in fleece leggings.

"Penny! Come in, come in! I'm so glad you're here, let me take your coat" Dr. Grace gushed, cheeks flushed, her angry rant interrupted.

"H-hi, Dr. Grace..." Penny said quietly, glancing at her quickly and then looking away. She took off her coat, revealing a blue, cropped knit sweater that flashed a bit of her petite, freckled belly.

"Hi Penny," Marci said from behind her reception desk, smiling warmly. "Hi Mikayla," she said as another young woman entered the clinic waiting room. She was African American, about the same age as Penny, dressed in frankly intimidating gothic/punk attire, all black lace and silver spikes.

"Who... who are you?" Grace asked, a little too sharply. She tried to moderate her response. "Err, I mean... Welcome to my clinic, I haven't met you before... Do you need to make an appointment?"

"Mikayla Davis. I'm with Penny. For moral support," The goth girl said bluntly, making an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with Grace.

"Moral... What exactly is going on here?" Grace demanded, flicking her eyes from Mikayla Davis, to Penny Thompson, to Marci Hamada who had stepped out from behind her desk to stand next to the two girls.

"Grace, why don't you have a seat," Marci said, reaching behind the Black girl to flip the

Come In, We're Open

sign over to

Sorry, We're Closed

.

Marci led Grace over to the loveseat in the waiting room, and sat down next to her. Mikayla pulled a couple of folding chairs over to face the loveseat, and sat down next to Penny, holding her hand.

"Dr. Fellows... Grace..." Penny began, with a deep shaky breath. "I'm quitting. I won't be coming to the clinic or working with your sex therapy patients anymore."

Grace opened her mouth to speak, ready to argue, to yell and threaten, to beg and plead and negotiate. Marci placed her soft, warm hand on Grace's muscular thigh, gave a gentle squeeze, and shook her head subtly. Grace closed her mouth with a click.

"The first time I came here for that check-up... Gosh, it was just a few months ago, but it feels like a lifetime," Penny continued. "I was so shy, so uncertain of myself then. I was ashamed of my body, I didn't think anyone else would ever love me... I kind of hated myself, to be honest.

"When you touched me during the exam, and you talked about my body, and didn't show any judgement or disgust... the way you... um... reacted, to my private parts..." Penny blushed deeply and cleared her throat. Grace felt an involuntary rush of blood to her nethers.

"I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it, because I did! Very much. I consented to everything we did, and I don't regret any of it. The opportunity you gave me, to realize that I had a gift, that I didn't need to be ashamed or embarassed... I'll never forget it!" She looked over at the girl sitting next to her and they exchanged a loving glance. "A lot of really wonderful things might never have happened without my intern experience."

"But also..." Penny lowered her eyes to her lap, looking at Mikayla's hand, squeezing it tightly. "I started to realize that you were using me, a little bit. Talking with Kayla and Marci helped me understand what was happening. You wanted me to come to the clinic more and more, to work with more and more of your clients, you started making me feel like I owed you, that I couldn't say no... And when you told me I had to work with male clients if I wanted to continue my internship... It wasn't right, Dr. Grace."

Dr. Grace went into defensive mode. "You... You agreed to everything that happened. I never

made

you do anything! You were a consenting adult!"

"Maybe... But Dr. Grace, you had all the power. The title, the office, the maturity. You were my boss, and I looked up to you. I wanted you to be proud of me, and I think you tried to take advantage of that."

Grace felt the blood drain from her face. A ball of ice formed in the pit of her stomach.

"Penny, I..." Grace croaked, her voice thick and heavy. "You... You're right. I just... Listen, all I wanted to do was... fuck. Yes, I took advantage of you. I used you. Oh God, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Grace put her head in her hands and started weeping. The other three women let her cry.

"I just... I thought I needed..." She sobbed, unable to articulate her overwhelming need.

When Grace finally opened her eyes, Penny was staring down at her, tears in her big green eyes. She took Grace's hands in hers, and smiled softly.

"I forgive you."

"You... You what?" Grace asked incredulously, sniffing back tears, trying to regain her composure. "I manipulated you, used you, tried to coerce you... I disgraced my profession, by rights I should lose my license. You should hate me!"

"I know," Penny said softly. "I don't want you to treat anyone like that ever again, not me, not anyone else. But... I forgive you."

Penny stepped forward and embraced her, wrapping her long freckled arms around the older woman's shoulders. Marci joined them, squeezing Grace tightly, resting her plump cheek on her boss's shoulder. Mikayla watched silently from her chair, keeping her distance.

"I feel so bad for you, Dr. Grace... I can feel how pent up and frustrated you are... and how maybe I contributed to that," Penny said softly.

A dam broke within Dr. Grace Fellows, and every pent-up emotion started pouring from her like a flood. She started sobbing, deep wracking gasps that shook her whole body and left her fighting for breath.

Penny and Marci held her tighter.

"Oh gosh, hey!" Penny exclaimed after Grace had caught her breath. "So, I'm not your intern anymore, I don't work for you. But that doesn't mean we couldn't participate in some outside-of-work fun, if we both wanted to?"

Grace blinked away her tears and looked up at the young woman. "You want to... No, I couldn't possibly do that, Penny, not now. I don't deserve your gifts."

"Hmm... isn't that the thing about gifts though, Dr. Grace? It's not about you deserving to receive, it's about me choosing to give! I want you to be happy. I think maybe I can help you. And I know I'll enjoy doing the helping," Penny said with a grin.

Grace stared at Penny. She turned to look at Marci, who nodded and smiled. She looked over at the scary goth girl in the corner. Mikayla just made a clicking noise with her tongue and pointed a finger at Grace like a pistol, her glossy black nail polish glinting in the fluorescent waiting room light. She flashed a sharp looking grin and winked.

"Well, Dr. Grace, what do you think?" Penny asked. "One last session for old time's sake? But! Only if you agree to do what I say."

Grace nodded slowly, her mouth suddenly dry. She realized with a shock just how badly she wanted to please the young ginger futanari.

Penny giggled at Grace's befuddlement. "Okay then! Um... but I don't want to do it here at the clinic. You should invite me over to your house. You should invite Marci and Mikayla too."