Though she'd started breathing heavier as the nurse played with her pussy, a second finger actually drew a slight moan from Luann. She watched as Tamara's index and middle fingers went inside her to the knuckle and then came back, only to slide in once more. She threw her ponytail back to get it out of the way, never taking her eyes off of the nurse until the doctor came into view from behind Tamara. She had taken her shirt and bra off, but she'd put the lab coat back on; that was kinda her thing and it made the whole sessions even hotter. She smiled at the Chelsea, who smiled back, but then returned her eyes to the pussy her nurse was finger-fucking. She moaned again, almost a squeal, as a surge of pleasure went through her. Then she started the pressure building up; she was going to have an orgasm pretty soon - or would if the doctor didn't do what she usually did.
Unfortunately, she did.
Tamara was almost as disappointed as Luann when Chelsea told her that it was time to stop, but she stopped and stepped aside; the doctor didn't tell the nurse she couldn't lick liquid Luann from her fingers, though, and she closed her eyes as she savored the taste. It was succulent and delicious, a sweet nectar that had no rival. As Tamara sampled Luann's pussy juices, Chelsea told Luann to lie back; having propped herself up, she found it painful to lie back with an orgasm begging to erupt. She groaned as it started to subside a bit, but she loved her sessions with Chelsea as much as she hated the anticipation on days like this.
"Do me good, Dr. Whitmore."
"I'll do you grand, honey."
Luann knew she would. Dr. Whitmore started by making sure Luann's beautiful ass was easily accessible. Then she put those nice legs of hers on either side of the bed and kissed her patient along the inside of her right thigh. She made her way up and down that sweet, tender flesh before switching thighs, and then she kissed around the groin itself. She hated making it too easy on her patients; then again, she moonlighted as a dominatrix, so those that really knew her - like Luann, a regular sub at her club as well as in her office - would not have been the least bit surprised. Even when she finally got to Luann's pussy, all she did was kiss it and stroke it a little. Luann couldn't help but squirm, mentally struggling against forcing the good doctor to just fuck her and get it over with. Because of her double clientele with Chelsea, the pair knew each other's bodies very well; it was only Tamara that was the new-comer here.
The nurse was had taken off shirt and bra as well by the time Dr. Whitmore started running her tongue along the outside of Luann's pussy; she was touching herself now, rubbing her own pussy through the fabric of her scrubs and panties as she watched the spectacle before her. Luann was doing whatever she could not to squirm too much and biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, a common practice for subs in Dr. Whitmore's dungeon. Of course, in the dungeon, she called her Madame White - but she simply called her Chelsea in this setting. Right now, though, she wasn't calling her anything.
Pausing only momentarily, Dr. Whitmore motioned for the nurse to join her in lavishing Luann with carnal gifts. Tamara was overjoyed and went immediately to work on Luann's amazing tits while Dr. Whitmore resumed her work on Luann's pussy. It was pure ecstasy wrapped in almost sisterly love and tenderness, and when Dr. Whitmore's tongue slipped inside Luann, she knew that the foreplay was officially over and the real fun had begun. With a hand on the back of the head between her legs and another hand massaging the tits of the nurse playing with her own, Luann couldn't control herself forever; after several minutes of constant attention, it was all she could do not to moan. It was as much agony as it was ecstasy, and she handled with the skill of a professional submissive - until she didn't.
Once more, the pressure had started to build up between Luann's luscious legs. Once again, she was moaning and gasping; she dug her nails into the nurse's right breast, eliciting a small squeal from the younger brunette, and took hold of the forty-something doctor's dark-brown curls with her other hand. Luann's legs clamped tight the bed they straddled. Her nails pinched the nipple of the nurse, drawing another squeal from her, and the nurse retaliated by biting into Luann's left nipple. Luann grunted and Tamara did it again; Luann was a sub - she liked things rough. It was like that Lady Gaga line, "...when it comes to love, if it ain't rough, it isn't fun". That was the whole-hearted truth and one of the reasons she kept coming back to Dr. Whitmore at both of her places of work; unbeknownst to Luann, it was also the reason Dr. Whitmore had accepted Tamara's application to work for her so readily.
When the pressure finally started to become too much for the redhead's stamina, her moans turned into a series of short half-gasp, half-scream emissions. After a moment, her cries of ecstasy grew longer and louder...until her whole body started shaking with the force of her first orgasm of the afternoon (not of the day - she'd had one that morning by her own fingers). She started bucking against Dr. Whitmore's thrusting tongue and her nails dug even deeper into the nurse's right breast. When she was done, she had one or two more spasms before she collapsed against the noisy paper atop the bed and pillow, gasping complimenting the pair; she massaged the nurse's breast in apology for digging in so deep.
"Thank you...that was...you're so good, doctor...you really need a raise."
Pun fully intended. Of course, the fun was far from over; now it was time for a "shift change"...
