Sensuality

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This is the fifth chapter in "Sensuality" - my first story submitted to Literotica (more to come!)

I hope I am retaining your interest and you continue reading.

Jane a dentist, and Fran who is a cardiac physician (the last of the 'three broads' visit UniSexSensuality.

Far from their usual style of sexual activity, on returning home both contact men to satisfy their high aroused states.

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Jane shifts tracks

Jane's Story

I'd been quite frosty with Monica on the phone so when she met me at the door of the salon I turned on the charm.

"Monica, it's so good to see you again... sorry if I sounded abrupt when I phoned."

"Hmm. Bad hair day?"

"Something like that. Now, what are you going to offer me here? Helene said you have fantastic coffee."

"That and a spa to start with. Come through please."

Monica had it all off pat, the primrose shift, "You can keep that, hop in and I'll bring a cuppa in just a moment."

I immersed myself in the foaming water, closed my eyes and let the tiredness float away. Standing on your feet dragging teeth was no fun. Thankfully with fluoride treatment these days there were fewer extractions. Why had I become a dentist, I often wondered, mainly a male preserve.

Why had I taken up 'arms against mankind' -- the emphasis was always on the 'man'? Reflecting, it was probably my first encounter with the rampant male organ. In my teenage innocence I went with three boys from our 'gang'. They took me behind the school toilets and joyfully de-flowered me, ignoring my cries of pain.

'Plain Jane's a sissy, a cock teaser, says we can then says we can't'.

Their taunts had followed me as I walked home in my bloodstained knickers, and it had been me that got a walloping! Men...

"Jane, here's that coffee." I came out of my reverie to see Monica bending down with the tray. "How's the spa?"

"It's a delight after a long day on my feet."

"You doctors, why don't you work out ways of sitting down on the job?"

"Dentist. And please Monica, don't give me that hackneyed joke about the top two and the bottom one." She walked away chuckling.

I almost fell asleep with the bubbles foaming around me, pulsing jets massaging my breasts and vulva and had even started getting aroused.

"Out, Doctor James, extract yourself. Time for your massage. Oh, would you like another cup? I can bring it into the treatment room for you."

I nodded and shimmying into the primrose shift followed her into a large spacious room with a massage table in the centre and all the accoutrements for tanning, beautification and relaxation scattered around.

"Shall I get up onto the table Monica?"

"No, just a moment. We'd best weigh you then if you start our trim-fit program we have a baseline." I hopped onto the scales and she noted down the reading on a card. "Jane, you're probably about five kilos over healthy optimum weight for someone of your height," she paused as if considering something, "maybe muscle toning first, then massage? How does that sound?"

"You mean EMS?"

"Yes, we can adjust it to your best level for fat reduction, unless you get some muscle movement it's not very effective. What's your pain threshold?"

"Pretty high. I've taught myself to be tough."

"O.k., here we go then, maybe your butt and your thighs first, over on your tum that can come later." I lay silent and waiting as Monica placed the large black conductive pads on the very sides and centres of my butt cheeks. Two pads on each thigh, then "Open your legs Jane, these muscles help you to grip a man, thighs of steel," she chuckled. "Now, give me a word, not 'stop', something that you're not likely to say while we're doing this.

"Amalgam."

"Good one, lets start."

I jumped as the first impulses tightened my butt and felt the pads high between my legs gripped my pussy like a vise. Monica was turning up the intensity all the time and in a mirror on the wall opposite I could see my body wobbling and jumping around. "Ugh, arghhh that's delicious agony, its painful but pleasant."

"You're not into SM are you Jane?"

"No, but I suppose you'd call me a femme domme. Men are off limits for me."

The intensity rose even higher until at last I had to breathe out through clenched teeth "Amalgam, just ease it off a bit Monica, please."

"You've had the equivalent of an hour's workout Jane, do you realise that?"

"Mm well that's enough. Let's get on with the massage

"First, that coffee I brought you."

I turned over and sat up, my breasts dangling, then drained the cup. "Oh I must get a supply of that Monica. I've never tasted such a delicious smooth flavour."

"Hmm. We'll see, now I'll leave you in Lee-Anne's care. She will start your massage then I'll join her later and we'll work you over together. Enjoy Jane."

I didn't hear the conversation in the outer room . . .

* * * *

Monica's Story

"Where's Simon, he said he wanted to be here Jared."

"He had to fly down to the factory. Some production line problem. What shall we do? Shall we continue without him?"

"Jared," I said seriously. "Have you heard of a Doctor Harold Simpson?"

"The forensic pathologist? He's hot stuff, knows his onions as in mind benders and the like, why?"

"He got hold of a partly absorbed Arousal capsule and he knows it came from, here. Need I say more?"

"Hells bells! Are you saying we're busted?"

"No, but we easily could be. This little gig of Simon's is very clever, but if we have a casualty on our hands here, who cops the rap?"

"Simon would duck out from under. He'd disown us and we'd all be held as 'persons of interest' by the authorities, is that what you mean."

"Right. Now, I've had enough of his manipulating. After next week I'm out of here. All I want to do is see Jane and Fran unstuck. And I don't mean made ready for Simon to play with. I want them ready to play with him!"

"And how are you going to do this my sweet one?"

Jared could be saccharine sweet when he wanted something, and he needed some direction now.

"We're going to turn them round, plant a few little thoughts in their minds that they really like men, would really like having a lover, and I don't mean just being screwed Jared."

"You mean a bit of aversion therapy thrown in, like 'Ugh strap-ons are horrible', 'me play with women', 'me, have it up the ass'?"

"Dead right."

"Mmm. Jane should be suggestible enough with the doses she's had. Do you mind if I play with her a little?"

"Yes, we'll convince her she likes it, then fill her up with what, say 50mg of Arousal for home, but Jared my sweet one," I chuckled, "you make sure her love tunnel is moist enough to absorb it all, that's how we got caught."

* * * *

Jane

. . . I was living a childhood dream with the voices coming from far, far away. 'Jane, Jane open up for me, let me inside.'

"No, no! Please don't you're going to hurt me, last time you three raped me"

'Jane, it's only me, your lover, I'd never hurt you, that little tunnel of your is just longing to be loved. We don't need those nasty strap-ons anymore do we, feel how delicious this feels inside you, sliding up and down, lifting you higher and higher'

"Oh, higher and higher, take me right to the top . . . whee!"

I didn't know it, but I convulsed with the strongest and longest orgasm I'd ever experienced. "Oh, whoever you are my wonderful man, come to me . . . no more strap-ons."

'Jane do you like women or men?'

"We-ell . . ."

'It's not right women doing it with women is it?'

"Not right . . ."

'Men and women should love together and enjoy being together, shouldn't they?'

"Men and women . . ."

'Jane, would you like me to love you again, all over, your wonderful breasts, nipples and gorgeous pussy, that hot little sexy clit down there and those hot hot lips?'

"Oh, love me, love me please, love me all over! Oh I need to find you, find my lover . . ."

I felt as if in the dream that there were hands cupping my breasts, they were aching with need now. My nipples felt hard and fragile as if one touch would shatter them in a thousand pieces. Then a tongue was sliding down between my breasts, licking teasing, lifting me, it delved lower and lower, circling and dipping into my navel, then plunging between my thighs to lick the hottest part of my body.

"Oh, inside, inside please, please fill me up."

I felt the thick rod plunging into me, hot, slick, teasing my G-spot, then at last pressing against my cervix as it pulsed and released a gusher of fluid.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I didn't feel the douche nozzle wash out my canal, nor tender hands spreading my lips and slipping the tiny capsule high up inside me . . .

* * *

. . . "Hey, sleepy head wake up!"

"Ugh. I feel as if I've been gone for hours."

"No," Monica gestured to the wall clock, "only half. I've never know anyone sleep for so long through a whole body massage. How do you feel Jane, other than tired?"

"Mmm. On top of the world. Higher than Mount Everest."

"Well, I've never been up there, but I've had a few men take me to the heights in my twenty five years."

"It's getting a bit late for me Monica, I suppose at forty three I should find someone to settle down with."

She came closer and slid her hand down my arm in a rather sensual way then whispered I my ear "Will I do?"

"You! A woman! My god no. Do you think I'm like that!"

"I'm sorry Jane, that was a bit out of line, forgive me."

"I should think so too. Now, what's with this manicure and facial. Are you going to fit it all in for me tonight?"

"Jane, we make an agreement, we stick to it, like amalgam." Monica chuckled.

"Boy did you girls ever give me a workout there; I felt I was jumping all over the place. Nice though, be nice to have your lover smack you occasionally."

I settled down in the soft chair then adjusting the knobs on the control box she gave me I felt the gentle pulsing of the massage pads.

"Feel good?"

"Mmm heaven. I must get one of these for the practice. It would be a cachet, especially for long dental procedures."

"You mean like . . ." Monica paused

"Go on."

"Oh I was going to say one of those old dentist's jokes, 'the top two pulled and the bottom one filled'."

"My god, it is an old one, but I feel just now as if I'd like the same. You don't have a nice man handy to provide one of those 'extra' services do you?"

"Doctor James! Do you think we're like that! You go out and find your own man. With a body like yours you can have them falling over you."

I held out my hand for the manicure and as Monica started Lee-Anne fixed the teasing electro facial massage pads around my face. "Now, you won't be able to talk with those pulsing away, so if you need anything wiggle your free finger.

I let her move away for a moment then gave in to the gentle teasing . . . ants crawling over me . . . the breeze blowing on my cheeks . . . the patter of tiny feet as my baby chickens wandered across my face . . . the butterfly touch of kisses.

I wiggled my free index finger and Lee-Anne turned off the stimulation,

"Yes Jane?"

"Nothing much, but I need a man!"

They both chuckled and the stimulation started again.

Half an hour later Monica tapped me on the shoulder. "You're really done now, come through into the change room."

I tottered after her. Two whole hours and not on my feet!

"Right," she pointed to the array of shelves, "take a couple of sets of that black underwear, courtesy of the house."

I picked up the knickers. "Mmm naughty naughty."

"The man, when you find him, will discover all the barriers are down, and here, oh, what's your favourite colour Jane?":

"Red, red hot red."

"Just a minute then please," she disappeared into a store room and returned with a sleek leather satchel. "Our Executive Fun Pack, I'm sure I don't have to explain to a woman of your experience how to use it."

"And I take this too, don't I?" I asked picking up the shift.

"Yes. Now, you're o.k. to go, do you want someone to walk with you to your car, or would you like to sit and talk for a while?"

"Oh Monica I don't want to keep you back. Look at the time!"

"It's no bother, one of my little pleasures in life is meeting new people. Unfortunately here I only seem to meet up with a certain 'social set'."

"Monica, I hope you're not being snobby?"

"No, its just how things are. Being such an up-market place . . . anyway, I think I might be moving from here on soon."

"Well, I'm not sure how often I'll be back but I will miss you." I felt her grip my hand. Was she trying to hold onto me or what.

"Jane, do you have a lot of money, you know, dentists are usually fairly plush in the pocket . . ."

"I don't make personal loans if that's what you mean Monica, but I do have quite a few, shall we say liquid assets at my disposal."

"Good. I think there will be an investment opportunity coming up soon. I'm sure you will be interested."

We said goodnight and I walked to my car wondering what a receptionist might know of the kind of investment opportunity I was interested in.

* * *

As I climbed the stairs to my bedroom I started to feel quite warm. Moisture began dripping down the insides of my legs. My nub felt as if it was on fire, aching to be touched, teased, and sent heavenwards in that dizzying spiral of pleasure.

A Fun Pack, and Monica said I should know all about it . . .

Lets try the electro clit tingler. I quickly applied the pads to my shaved and lasered mons, one either side of my little lady then . . . I was already groaning with need . . . the big vibrator as fast as it could go, up and down my tunnel, pressing against my G-spot . . .

Then I screamed my release thankful for concrete walls and distant neighbours. A man, a man, I desperately needed a man!

But what kind of man? A toy boy? No, I was too strong a personality for that, I would walk over him. I wanted a man to be in charge, to toss me down on the bed and love me until I was screaming 'no more, no more, oh God I can't stand it!'

Did men like that only come in magazines, in videos or movies? Now, what was it Monica had talked about just before I left her? Investments . . . a man, now what brought that to mind? Ah, Jeremy, my stockbroker. He'd been trying to get into my pants for the last five years! God, I must have been mad forever saying 'no'.

I grabbed the phone. "Jeremy, what are you doing tonight?"

"Who's this? If it's any business of yours I'm relaxing with a beer and the TV."

"Would you like some real relaxation therapy?"

"Who...?" I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. "I don't believe it, you Jane!"

"Get your delectable person over here pronto and make a little investment. I can promise you a good return."

"God help me lady, but you are full of surprises, I'm on my way."

"And Jeremy, everything has been warmed up for you."

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Fran gets 'the works'

Fran's story

I didn't know how much the extras I wanted were going to cost. I had chatted with Helene after Simon's little 'conference' and decided on one big splurge. If this establishment with the crazy name could turn Jane's 'farm frump girl' into that little vision Simon, or was it Gertrude, had got into their clutches then there was more than a little hope for me!

Mother nature had saddled me with a rather mannish managing disposition and the resistance I encountered in my first day as a registrar to the Intensive Care Unit hadn't helped. "What could a 'little woman' do if she had to carry out CPR for half an hour?"

But I did, I showed them, even though my arms felt as if they were dropping off my shoulders when at last the electrocuted teenager's heart took over.

'UniSexSensuality' 'A WORLD OF PLEASURE?N YOUR HEAD'.

What a crazy name I thought, but if the inside was anything like the frontage someone had a great investment here.

"Doctor Fran Goodall," I announced myself to the young woman at the desk, smartly dressed in her lavender and charcoal uniform.

"Would you like to take a seat madam. Monica will be with you in a few moments."

I looked around at the décor, the clean sparkling fixtures and the six women at various stages of hair treatments. The young woman I remembered from Hetherington's came smiling toward me.

"Doctor Goodall."

"You're full. Maybe I'd best re-schedule that appointment. It's most annoying."

"Oh no," Monica put a hand on my arm, "this is the general public. We go through into the Valued Customer's Lounge." It took my breath away, better than a five star hotel. "Now. May I call you Fran?" I nodded. "Through here, slip your things off and hop in the spa to relax . . . I know you doctors at the end of a days work!"

I needed no urging. Tramping from ward to ward, up and down corridors, I often wondered why the hospitals didn't invest in those little scooters. With these idealistic thoughts I subsided into the bubbling water.

"Here's a cup of our very special blend coffee Fran. I'll come back in a few minutes then we'll get started."

I seemed to have dozed off, or was I imagining things? Monica returned holding two large fluffy towels. "Out you get. I'll rub you down then we'll start with the toning and massage." Her hands teased and pummelled me, sliding around my breasts then up my crotch . . . it felt good to have a woman doing this. Had it been a man . . .

"O.k. onto the massage table, on your tum first. Mmm you have a beautiful butt Fran," I felt her run her hand over one cheek then delve into the crack between them. I shivered with pleasure. "You obviously like that, are you familiar with EMS?"

"Monica," I said coldly, "you are talking to a physician, a cardiac physician at that! We deal with electricity all the time; it's the thing that keeps your heart beating!"

"Oops! Well Fran, let's see if we can get something else beating, maybe give your muscles a bit of a beating. Your pain threshold?"

"High. I'll let you know if it gets too strong."

"A word?"

"Heart attack."

"Sounds very appropriate but I hope none of us have one today. Still, you'll be around to help us for the next few hours." At that I saw her twiddle two of the controls and my thighs and buttocks started jumping, clenching. There was even a tightness between my ass cheeks I'd never experienced before, then I remembered she'd put two of the pads right up near my anus."

"So how're we doing 'doctor electricity'?"

I managed a feeble chuckle between pulses. "Th-that stimulation between my legs feels wonderful. Do you think you could, say, double the pulse rate?"

"No problem doctor, a little bit of tachycardia coming up."

The throbbing became an insistent fluttery tightness. I felt myself lubricating. "I think you've turned on Goodall's 'good oil' Monica."

"Now that's very interesting. Who usually does that for you, a man?"

"No way! Men... I've a friend who came here on Friday. We 'play' together."

"You don't mean... not doctor James surely?"

"Mmm. She usually 'doms' me with a lovely inch and a half strap-on." By this time I was only just tolerating the spasms in my muscles and wasn't sure if I could take much more. "Heart attack Monica!"

"Right, I'll turn it off, then we'll have you turned over." She removed the pads from my behind and thighs. "Before we start again you'd better fortify yourself with another coffee." I quaffed the wonderful tasting brew then lay back. "Do you want me to give some work to your pecs, and down here, your pussy lips?"

"That would be marvellous. I wonder Monica," she looked up at me, "do you have something for titty tips too?"

"Yes, we can tease those little beauties of yours as well," she turned to Lee-Anne who was assisting her, "pass me the suction electrodes would you." I felt my nips dragged into the two little tubes then a delicious tingling and sparking applied to them." I was staring to drown in the sensations from all this energy flowing into my body, my breasts jumping as the impulses caused my pectorals to spasm, my pussy lips clenching together, then I looked at the clock.