(From me to you)
First in a series.
"Oh my god..."
You can barely hear my whisper from the doorframe. You watch me, sitting on the edge of the bed. My eyes look you over; from your hot black boots coming up half-way to your knees, to your white fishnets, to your maddeningly-short red-and-white skirt somehow still able to hide everything, to your novelty-only top emphasizing your petite midriff and exposing your sexy red bra, to my favorite part: your devilish smile. Our eyes meet, and you know I'm at your mercy. My knees are weak and my breath starts racing. You brush your chocolate brown hair from underneath the stethoscope hanging around your neck, and shift the clipboard to the other hand.
"Well?"
Your voice brings me out of my gaze. I pause a moment, open my mouth, close, and start again after gathering my thoughts. "So tell me," I say in a teasing voice while standing up, "how exactly do you manage to get sexier every other week?" You saunter over, your evil grin even wider, with a glint of wickedness in your eyes. I love every minute of it and you know it. Standing close to me, your eyes glance at my crotch, already I'm rock hard, thinking of all the things I'm going to do to you and of course of the things you're going to do to me. You reach for my member, our eyes still locked. Your beautiful, deep, brown eyes, perhaps not as beautiful now as they are sexy, gaze up at me from your shorter stature.
"Well, you know," you say mirroring the tease in my voice while your hand gently touches my straining cock, "I do have a lot of ... motivation." At the last word you suddenly squeeze your whole hand around me. I love it, and you know, but I still moan to let you know. The next second I find myself being pushed, almost thrown, onto the bed. You turn on your heel, unclip your glasses from the clipboard, and put them on.
"Now, as I understand it, you are here for an appointment." I smirk and enjoy your performance as you pace. "Apparently, you've been under a lot of stress from your college life and work. Your diet and exercise seem about average. However, you've reported a very unusual sleep schedule, sometimes 12 hours of sleep, sometimes 4, sometimes never! Don't you know that you've got to get a full 8 hours of rest every night?" You turn and look at me for an answer.
"Well, I could do that, but I've got a lot of work, you know. And on top of that, there are these images of a pretty young lady dancing in my head that just won't let me be." I grin and wait for a retort, both to the cheesy excuse and to the out-of-fantasy comment about the object of my desires at that moment.
"Dancing, huh? What kind of dancing?" With my eyes, I lead yours to focus on the tent in my pants.
"What kind do you think?" I challenge. You walk over and I grin. Setting the clipboard down, you grab my hand and, from the bed, throw me into a chair.
"I have a few theories." You turn around, bend over, and shake your ass in front of me slightly. You have such an amazing ass. The tight miniskirt hugs it exposing the curves of your cheeks. You turn your head, "How's this?"
"It's a nice view." Not the excitement you're looking for, but that's precisely the point. In response, you grab the arms of the chair and pull your ass down onto my crotch and rub it around in all sorts of directions. I groan, I'm aching, but I'm glued to the chair at your mercy.
"How about this? Oh, I don't have to ask" You put the stethoscope up to your ears; the other end you snake up my shirt and the cold steel makes contact with my nipple. I groan and arch off the chair.
"Well, this is working quite well. We're on track to relieving your stress, but I think your heart rate is low for this sort of stimulation. What are your thoughts on that? Anything else you'd like to tell me?" I moan at the tone of your voice, such a tease!
"Well, I think you were moaning as well..." You grin. You know I love it when you moan. You turn around and grind me again, but then begin bouncing up and down on my cock. The skirt's short, but not short enough to let me peek at what you've got on underneath, and it's teasing me like hell. I love the look of your bare white ass framed by a thong – skimpy, stringy, lacy, transparent, whatever. The sound of your unseen bare ass ass slapping against me is really turning me on, and the feeling is so great. I grunt every time we meet; you moan a few times for effect, but I won't let that slide. "Not those kind of moans. Real moans."
You stop, turn around, grab me by the wrists and pull me up close so my cock is now straining against you. "Well, sir, I am the doctor here. But you are the patient, so tell me, what would make a girl like me moan like the 'girl of your dreams,' so to speak?" You sound breathy and sexy; your hands begin to feel up my chest and wrap around my back. "After all, I'm in charge of... taking care of you," you add, practically purring.
I put my hands on your bare waist. "Mmm, that you are, and you've been doing a great job of it. However, as you've noticed, I have a lot of stress that needs to be released." I emphasize this by thrusting into you. You let out a half-gasp, half-moan. Cute.
"Yes, it seems that you've been carrying around quite a load." I can hear the smirk in your breathy voice. One of your hands begins massaging my cock roughly through the thick cargo pants I'm wearing. I moan in approval and grind against it. "Tell me, what can I do to help? What do you need, baby?" Your voice decrescendos into little more than a moan backed by gentle exhalation. The words are drenched in hot lust. "What do you want me to do... to you..." Absolutely sexy, so calculated. Attack my weaknesses. You want to break me down and I give in easily. How can I not?
"Augh, I need you," I moan, frustrated. I bend my neck down so I'm talking into your ear. You feel my hot breath against your ear and neck. Every ounce of me is desperate; I beg, "Please, baby, I want to be inside of you." I rhythmically thrust against your hand, now wrapped around me. You grin with victory and once again push me onto the bed. This time you join me by my side on your knees, looking down at me.
"Take off your shirt." I comply, gladly, and toss it to the floor. You lick my skin from my chest and my neck. Your tongue plays here, flicking all the spots that I love. You bite at my jugular, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure. Your tongue flicks at my ear and you tug with your teeth. I feel your nails digging into my chest. Your fingers then begin flicking and playing with my nipples. One of your arms wraps under my neck; I let out moans and sighs from pleasure and warmth. Our lips meet and we kiss eagerly. Tongues dance around each other and a few times you open my mouth wide and thrust your tongue as deep as possible. I reply by biting your tongue and nibbling your lips. We're both moaning at this point now, enjoying the feel of each other's warm lips, tongues, and mouths, as well as the roaming hands.
My hands wander around your back, feeling all the smooth skin there. As I move to your ass, which I love to play with, you pull away. "Not yet, baby," you say, between minute separation, eyes still closed. I can only silently curse you before counterattacking, aggressively making out with you and digging my nails into your flesh. I grab one of your thighs and move it to the other side of my hips, forcing you to straddle me. I thrust against your still-hidden panties, but you have better ideas. You sit up and force my hips down, but from there you grind against me. You look absolutely sexy, with your hair now tousled and your top askew, allowing me a better view of that bra. Your sexy lips hang slightly agape, panting for breath, and you lick them into the devilish grin when you notice me staring at them.
You slow your pace and bend down to lick my nipples. I grind desperately against your crotch still. My breathing is ragged with pleasure. I beg you to bite them and suck on them and you oblige; the feelings are wonderful. My hands are again at your waist and I squeeze you as you bite. I want to do something, anything, to you but you won't allow it. I am the patient, after all. Not much patience to the name.
You move off me, and bend down again to kiss me, silencing protests. My cock is straining. With our tongues still battling, I feel my pants unzip and a hand searching for my cock behind my boxers. It's rock hard, you wrap your hand around it and begin slowly jerking me off. I moan loudly down your throat. After a few more strokes in my crowded pants, you abandon it to play with my balls. You love the way my balls feel, cool and velvety. I can't wait to feel your tongue on them. Returning to my cock, you release it from my pants. You break our kiss but we lock eye contact. You have that look of determination in your eyes which means that I don't stand a chance. I've known that since the day we first kissed, but you like to remind me from time to time. I close my eyes when I feel the pleasure of your thumb stimulating the head of my dick. You work my shaft slow, but then alternate with faster stroking. As you lick my nipples again, my right hand grips the back of your head. I play with your hair, but then entangle myself in it and grip it. You moan as I pull harder. Looking at me, your tongue still playing at my nipple, you slowly move further down the bed. I take off my pants and underwear and you position yourself, still fully clothed (costumed, really), between my legs.
On your knees, you rub the insides of my thighs with your hands, slowly moving towards my stiff member. Resting on your elbows now, you put both your hands on my shaft and gently tug. Gazing down at you, your face comes closer and your tongue flicks out at the base of my penis, at that vein. Your tongue travels in flicks up my shaft and eventually tickles my sensitive tip. Then, you lick the whole length of the underside, down and back up, before engulfing my head in your hot mouth. I gasp at the suddenness and moan loudly with pleasure. Holding your lips around my head, you use your tongue to play with the tip while stroking me with your other hand at varying speeds. I watch you as you suck me; it's incredibly sexy but it feels even better than that.
My shaft wet, you stroke rapidly, then slowly again as your tongue flicks at my balls. I feel you laving my balls and playing with them with your tongue and free hand. You play with the tip of my dick with your thumb again, and you take one of my balls into your mouth and suck hard, then do the same to the other. There's sharp pain but it also feels great. I enjoy every second.
