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.
Glimpsing into an adjoining room, it looked like an elaborate lounge with comfortable furniture and a fireplace. Another feature was the bay window I saw earlier protruding into the front veranda. I could see why Mummy and Daddy were impressed. 'It must be costing them a fortune,' I thought. Were they really that concerned about my flirting?
'Through here is the Sitting Room where Guests can relax before their appointment with Doctor Love,' Maddisyn announced leading me into the room but it didn't appear there were any other Guests.
'Am I the only one waiting to see the doctor?' I inquired, a little surprised and relieved.
'There's an appointment this evening but Doctor Love likes to leave plenty of time between Guests,' she answered with another settling smile.
'Why are they called Guests?' I asked in an inquisitive tone.
'We treat women who attended the Practice as Guests rather than patients,' replied Maddisyn. 'They receive individual care and attention to make them more comfortable and relaxed while they're visiting the Practice,' she added.
'I thought it sounded like a club when my parents explained the place,' I somewhat clumsily replied.
Maddisyn smiled before replying. 'We think of it as much more than that. Guests do come for treatment from Doctor Love but we want them to enjoy the experience. The Practice's philosophy is the nurturing of the body, mind and soul through a journey of sensual self-discover and well-being.'
Maddisyn's spiritual reply stirred my interest. It really did sound intriguing but I was still wondering what all this had to do about my harmless flirting. I'd always had an open mind and I was already committed anyway. I couldn't stand facing my parents with all the trouble and expense they were going through. Maddisyn seemed very nice and I was actually starting to feel more comfortable about seeing Doctor Love.
I felt pleased that Maddisyn interrupted my thoughts to continue showing me around. 'Through here is the Guest Lounge,' opening a door to a lovely and bright room which looked like a large ensuite.
Maddisyn explained that the lounge was where Guests could freshen up before going to see Doctor Love. The facilities were lovely. There was a spa bath and a dressing table with a large mirror. Another room had a massage table and shower facilities. Maddisyn mentioned she can help Guests with their makeup and hair and provide a massage, having worked in the spa and beauty industry.
As we moved back into the Sitting Room, I began to ponder about the Practice. It didn't look or feel like a medical centre. It was obviously for the exclusive use by discerning women who could afford such exquisite facilities and personal attention. I knew that Doctor Love's specialty was as a sex counsellor and therapist. Surely women see Doctor Love for more important issues than harmless flirting? It all seemed so excessive and needlessly expensive for such a trivial matter.
'If you would like to take a seat, I need some personal information from you as we've only been dealing with your parents,' Maddisyn mentioned, gesturing me towards the couches.
I sat down and Maddisyn went to a desk at the other end of the Sitting Room that looked like her office. The fabric was soft and felt luxurious to sit on and the couch had gorgeous delicately patterned cushions. I looked around in amazement at how elegant the room was. It felt so surreal, hardly able to believe what was happening.
Maddisyn returned and handed me an iPad. 'Some questions are multi-choice and others need some information. Let me know if you need some help,' she added, leaving me to complete the survey.
It started with expected and routine questions. I entered my name and age, 19, brunette, 175 cm tall with a slender and thin build. I was proud of my tall and attractive figure and was reasonable fit, walking regularly and playing basketball at Uni.
