This is a story about doctors and nurses, and a few other people. It is a long story, a complicated story and a fucking horny story, even if I do say so myself. It was horny to me writing it and I hope it will be as horny for you reading it.
I am planning to present the story to Lit in a series of parts over the next few months, so you will have something to read as we go through autumn. I wonder how far we will have got before winter sets in?
If you have come straight to this part, I would strongly suggest you read the earlier parts first.
The story revolves around sex in many forms. The theme of it is how a doctor treats people who are, in one way or another, sexually dysfunctional, so on one level it is a medical story. All the characters in the story who are not his patients, however, are as equally sexually dysfunctional somehow, so on another level it is pure erotica. On yet another level the story looks at how clothing promotes, influences, affects and conditions sexual behaviour; there are lots of descriptions of sexy nurses uniforms and ladies panties.
I really hope you enjoy what may well be my magnum opus and possibly my last submission to Literotica. Do let me know won't you?
"He's a bit of closed book," Cal said slipping his arm round her waist as they walked to the tube.
"Yes he seems to be," Sammi replied wiggling away.
They turned into a, quiet, dimly lit street near Goodge Street station. It was lined with offices and warehouse type buildings most of which were dark and seemed deserted, even though it was only eleven.
"Anyway why do you want to know?" He asked taking hold of her hand, she pulled that free.
Cal had decided to leave. The long (!), seven hour days just didn't suit his club world, late night lifestyle and he didn't need the money so what was the point of it, he conjectured?
"Do you fancy him?" He went on adding, "Why waste your time with an old boy like Stevens?"
"You mean," Sammi said, "when I could have a young boy like you instead?"
"Exactly," Cal replied, slipping his hand round her waist again. This time she didn't pull away, she knew he was harmless.
The leaving do had been in the basement of the Spaghetti House near the old Middlesex Hospital where Sammi had spent much of her training. There had been plenty to drink and there was dancing. Cal had made a beeline for Sammi and they had flirted with each other. He was quite handsome, was lots of fun and was really the only friend she had made at the consulting rooms. As they danced, with both of them a little tipsy, she had begun thinking, why not? It had been some time she had made love and it was on offer in a very no strings attached way with the handsome, Anglicised Pakistani.
He pulled her into a deep doorway.
"So what do you think then?" Cal said putting both arms round her.
"About what?"
"Us."
"Us what."
He pulled her against him.
"Well getting it on."
He was hard. He pressed it firmly against her. He badly wanted the blonde girl, he adored blondes, but they were few and far between, at least as visitors to his bed.
"Come on Cal, don't be daft," Sammi said, starting to struggle.
"It's not daft, you know that, I've seen you looking."
"Looking and doing anything are different," she said as he pressed his erection against her from the front and grabbed her arse from behind.
"What about when we were dancing earlier, you were up for it then weren't you?" He went on, his hand slipping from the cheek of her bum, down onto the back of her thighs then up under the denim micro skirt Sammi was wearing, without tights or stockings.
"God her arse is fantastic," Cal thought wiggling his fingers against the masses of bare skin left free from the thong she was wearing.
He bent to kiss her, Sammi turned her face away. She didn't like what he was doing, where he was doing it or the way he was going about it. Had he have been a little less assumptive and shown more subtlety she may well have gone to bed with him. She had thought she might in the restaurant when he had pulled her against his erection and squeezed her bum. Just as the do ended she had felt that they would almost certainly sleep together when he kissed her tenderly and cupped her breast.
He had changed though. He was no longer asking her, he was demanding, he was trying to dominate and control her. He was making the same mistake as many guys in assuming that because Sammi had flirted a bit that she was up for anything and was his for the asking. And that she abhorred.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I want to go."
"Why."
"Because I do."
He still had one arm round her, his hand about where her bra strap, had she been wearing one, crossed, and the other up her skirt on her, nearly, bare bum. She was still crushed against him. His full erection was pressed hard against her pubic mound and squashed into the softness of her tummy. She couldn't help realising that it was rearing a very long way up and quite some distance across her, he was big she thought to herself as he again bent to kiss her.
Cal was not used to girls turning his advances down, and he was not that familiar with being rejected. He didn't really accept the concept of a girl who had let him touch her tits and who he had kissed, later saying no. It had happened a few times, but he had persuaded them round to his way of thinking. After all, he knew they really meant yes, they were only saying no to tease him and build up the sexual tension. He was convinced that all girls were gagging for it most of the time and were always up for it if treated properly, and he knew how to do that.
He pulled his hand up Sammi's back and got hold of the back of her head. Holding that he bent his face forward, but she turned hers away. There was no way she wanted to kiss him, but his mouth found her neck. He kissed and licked it as he tried to get his hand between her legs from behind.
"Look Cal, stop now before this goes too far," Sammi managed to blurt out, sounding far calmer than she felt.
"What do you mean too far?" He grunted as they looked at each other.
"You know exactly what I mean."
"No I don't. Can there be too far between a guy and a chickl?" Cal asked pushing himself harder against her.
The base of his cock, that part just above where his balls start, was wedged firmly against the lower part of Sammi's pubic mound. It was perilously close to where her clit lie covered by her smooth, thin lips. It was so close she could feel pressure on that stalk of, usually, such arousal. In fact, it was so near that she felt a surge of pleasure as he thrust at her. That made her panic a bit, for she was now worried that she might give in.
"Yes there fuckingwell can be," she snarled.
"When's that then?" he replied again trying to kiss her and once more gripping the soft flesh of the cheek of her arse.
"When the girl doesn't want to. Now stop it."
"Stop it? Don't be stupid Sam, you know you want it."
He managed to slide his fingers downwards and then between her legs as again he thrust his cock against her mound and stomach.
Sammi's panic, or was it frustration, increased when the slight feelings of pleasure gave way to a rush of excitement. She panicked even more when she felt the familiar sensations of her pussy starting to get wet.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck again," she said to herself
"I don't Cal, I don't," she said pretty sure, but now not totally convinced she meant it.
Somehow, he had bunched the short skirt round her waist so that his jeans covered cock was pressing against the cotton and satin of her blue thong. She was effectively naked from the waist down. He was kissing her neck for her head was thrown back and to one side. He was manhandling her backwards, further into the deep doorway, further into the darkness, further away from where anyone passing might see them, further into a position where he could fuck her and nobody would see.
Sammi was struggling, she wanted to get away, yet at the same time she wanted to be fucked.
Cal knew her resistance was reducing. They always did, she was just like the rest. When she said no the first time she meant maybe, when she said no again, she meant yes. It was all a game, just the girls trying to pretend they were not really gagging for it. Just the slags trying to pretend they weren't slags and making out they were high moralled. Ignore their stupid playacting and go for it was his motto and that had served him well so far.
He got the hand that wasn't on her arse up the front of the pink top that was not tucked into the skirt. That was easy, he knew it would be and assumed the blonde was wearing it like that to make it easy for him. As he knew from when he'd touched her tits at the do, she wasn't wearing a bra. His view from the moment Sammi had walked down the stairs to the restaurant was that she was up for it tonight. Not just up for being shagged, but being fucked royally by him. It was, he had smiled when they had danced and he had first pressed his erection against her, Sammi's leaving present to him.
The feel of his hand on her tit made her jerk.
"No, no, stop," she whined as Cal rubbed and cupped her small, but nicely shaped tits, squashing and squeezing the soft, pliant flesh. He ignored her and simply continued caressing her breasts and squeezing her bum.
"Stop, let me go," Sammi pleaded, now though recognising that her struggles and objections were probably sounding somewhat half-hearted, for in reality that is what they were.
Cal could tell he was winning, well had won really he smiled to himself moving his hand from Sammi's bum and sliding it round her body to the front. He looked down. Her skirt was already hitched up and his throbbing erection was pressed against her thong. His other hand was up her pink, long sleeved tee squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. Again, he could hardly stop himself from smiling for at the moment he was doing nothing to stop her getting away. Nothing, that is except arousing her. Nothing, apart from exciting her, no not a thing other than giving the slag exactly what she wanted.
He eased his body away from her a little and slid his hand between them. He slid it onto her, against her thong and down. He slid his hand over her mound with the patch of crinkly hairs, he pushed it a little way between her legs, and he slid it inside the gusset of her panties.
"No, no Cal, no," Sammi said aloud as she mouthed "fuck, fuck fuck," to herself." She mouthed that for she knew she was wet, knew she was aroused and excited and she knew that Cal would realise it.
Still he was fumbling with his hand in her knickers. Just what he was doing she didn't know until he slid it further. Until he found what he was after, until his fingers arrived where he wanted them to be, until he got them just where Sammi didn't want them, but did want them. Yes until he got his fingers right on her cunt lips.
"Fuck me, she's soaked," he thought feeling massively pleased with himself.
As she felt his hand on her soft, soaked lips, Sammi inwardly groaned. It felt so good, it felt, she had to admit, fucking brilliant. It felt wonderful to have fingers running along and inside her lips. She knew now that she was gone, that there was no way she would be able to resist his advances.
Her body shook, she couldn't help it, she groaned and a low moan slipped from her mouth.
Cal, the sadistic sod that he was, turned the screw. He had won, they both now knew that, but still he had to gloat.
"You dirty, little bitch," he whispered, his mouth against her ear, two of his fingers sliding effortlessly inside her. "You're fucking soaked."
"Fuck off," Sammi replied intent on not giving him any more satisfaction than was essential from her humiliating and total capitulation.
