Tiffany can be such a tease
Tiffany is an adventurous and open-minded 19-year-old with a harmless mischievous streak. More recently she become obsessed with flirting and teasing. Wary of younger guys, it's a game she played confidently with older men.
Her parents, fearful of the game getting out of hand, convinced her to seek Doctor Love's assistance.
Great stories Maddi. Something else Mummy and Daddy don't need to know about! Tiff.
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René pulled me back against his bare chest, his erection pushing into the soft skin of my lower back. I grimaced as a hungry hand wrapped around me to work up under my bra to cup a breast and another dived into my panties. 'Please René, not so rough,' I almost begged.
'Trust me, ai know what you fukeng wén,' his lovely French ascent now tainted with distasteful lust as he manhandled me.
I gasped and writhed as he crudely pinched and rolled a nipple and his fingers raked across my intimate folds. 'Gentle René, you're hurting me,' I winced, then cried out as a finger plunged into my sensitive internal flesh.
Continuing to groan with the discomfort, René release his grip and I slumped forward on the bed. 'You'ré a virgin, aren't yo?' His ascent not hiding the snigger in his voice.
'Yes, it's not supposed to be like this,' I whimpered into the bed covers as he pulled my panties down.
My eyes widened with the feel of his hand gripping my raised hip and his cock nudging my intimate opening. 'Please be gentle,' I begged, grimacing as his cock worked against some resistance as he pushed inside me.
'You'ré zo fukeng dry,' René lamented as I gasped and groaned with the unpleasant friction of his thrusts.
I sighed with relief as his cock finally withdrew and rolled onto my side. René straddled me, turning me on my back and knee-walked towards my chest. 'What are you doing?' I gasped, breathing heavily and my heart pounding.
'Givéng you a taste of Francais cream,' René grinned, stroking his cock with a clenched fist.
With his other hand, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward his cock. A few seconds later a stream of cum hit my forehead and hair, suspending a sticky string over an eye and along my nose where it cascaded to my lips.
'Oh God, that's grouse!' I shrieked as René milked every last drop from his cock.
I went to the bathroom and saw my reflection in the mirror. My eyes swelled at the sight of my face doused with cum and makeup smeared, hair clumped and matted in sticky gunk.
Suddenly René appeared over my shoulder with a smug grin. 'Mon seventh faireign slut ét a virgin,' he boasted.
I cleaned up and left as soon as I could and haven't seen René again. That was over six months ago and I haven't had sex since . . .
'What's the harm in some innocent flirting?' I thought as Daddy drove me to the Practice. It was a warm Friday afternoon and I didn't have any lectures at Uni. I'd much prefer a session on quantitative economics and business analysis than what my parents had arranged. They finally persuaded me to go and see Doctor Love. I couldn't see the problem really.
Mummy and Daddy had been to the Practice and reviewed the facilities and services. They were very impressed but I thought it a bit weird. Who reviews a doctor's practice? It sounded more like an exclusive club for women than a medical centre. I didn't see the big deal about a little harmless flirting. It was just a bit of fun and I assured them that it didn't go any further.
I was pretty nervous about discussing such a trivial matter with a counsellor and glad Daddy was driving me to the appointment. He often did things like that, looking after me even at aged 19. We're very close and he calls me his 'little jewel'. That's how I got my name, Tiffany. Mummy and Daddy are jewellers and it's a family business. Not Tiffany the exclusive jewellers, but still a very successful business all the same.
It was Daddy's business colleague, David, who mentioned me flirting with him at a party that brought it to a head. I really couldn't understand him mentioning it. What older man doesn't like the attention of an attractive young girl? I felt more embarrassed for Daddy than myself. I'd never seen Daddy so upset and concerned about me.
We arrived at the Practice in Park Crescent and luckily found a parking space right outside. 'Would you like me to come in with you?' Daddy asked in a tone matching his apprehensive look.
'No, I'm a big girl now. Why don't you go back to the business and I'll text you to pick me up,' I suggested squeezing his arm with a misleading confident grin.
He nodded and smiled before driving off. I turned and walked through the steel gate admiring the building. The large old double-story home was impressive and even better than my parents described. It had a wrought iron veranda and the floor was tiled in a colourful pattern and edged with a grey stone. An old-fashioned light was on the wall between a large bay window and a matching wooden front door.
I really hadn't taken much interest in period homes before and was looking forward to seeing inside, for a moment forgetting the reason for my visit. The small brass sign on the wall next to the door said 'Doctor Love's Practice' otherwise it looked like any other home in the street. I rang the doorbell, expecting the Practice Manager to greet me.
A young woman only several years older than me answered the door. 'Good afternoon Tiffany. Welcome to the Practice. Please come in. I'm Maddisyn,' she smiled.
'Thank you,' I replied stepping into the entry hall. 'It's a lovely old home, isn't it?'
'Yes, it was built in 1882. The previous owner restored the building and Doctor Love modified it as a practice designed for women,' replied Maddisyn. 'I think it provides a lovely atmosphere for their treatment,' she added.
The air conditioning felt wonderful and Maddisyn's greeting was also welcoming, although the word 'treatment' did send a chill through me. She looked very professional in a two-piece outfit and high-heels with her long black hair tied back in a ponytail. I was thankful Mummy insisted that I got a little dressed up. I felt appropriately dressed in a loose summer mid-thigh skirt and blouse with a light jacket. I was relieved that Maddisyn was a similar age as me. She spoke softly and had an attractive, natural smile that was very warm and helped settle my nerves.
What struck me most about the building were the lovely ornate features. I hadn't been in a home like it before. Some of the buildings at Uni were old but they lacked the warmth and charm of the Practice. There were solid doors under archways and a white staircase with polished wooden steps running up from the entry hall. Overhead there was a chandelier suspended from lovely patterned plasterwork. Polished floorboards appeared to be throughout the building.
