It had taken him some years to contrive his formula for successful and profitable seduction. Yes, he mustn't forget the monetary end of it. Hemmings was paying him richly for his services. The check was in his wallet. He chuckled lightly to himself. Irresistible seduction, a most unique and meaningful phrase. Dr. Hemmings was going to be pleased. He rubbed lustfully at the throbbing flesh of his cock inside his trousers. Yes, yes, it was time to claim his bonus.
DesirЋe found that she was smiling at the suave doctor, but she didn't pay particular attention to the fact that the little desk-lamp had been extinguished, nor that the other room lighting was back to its normal illumination. She was more concerned with the complete peace of mind she felt, her lack of any malice toward anyone, and the rather warm, tingling sensations she was experiencing in her pelvic regions. She crossed her legs tightly as if in an effort to choke the agitation and watched the doctor finish his writing on the yellow form.
Finally, he raised his head, laying down his pen. "And now, Mrs. Denning, if you'll step behind the screen and slip out of your things we'll make our genito-urinary examination. You'll find a garment there to put around you."
He had spoken with authoritative firmness that even her immediate reluctance did not seem capable of overcoming. Still, she hesitated. It was as if two factions inside her brain were suddenly at war with one another: the one insisting such an examination was certainly unnecessary; the other rebuking her for her narrow-mindedness once more. After all, he was the physician and she had come to him to be healed.
"Come, my dear," he insisted rather sharply. "Let's not waste time."
So, she did as he ordered, entering the little room where a narrow, austere looking examining table stood secured in the center of the floor, and began removing her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, the brush of air against her naked upper thighs seeming to revive the tingling sensations once more. A tiny shudder passed over her as she began to unfasten her blouse, thinking it shouldn't be necessary to remove her nylons and garter belt. She unhooked her bra, momentarily hesitating, then continuing as if prodded by some unseen force. Released from their silken confinement, her straining breasts seemed to swell and the erectile rubiness of her tingling nipples tensed in their nudity. She took a deep breath, unable to fathom the gentle daze-like lethargy she was experiencing. Then she removed her panties and took a step forward toward the gown draped across the table. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them tenderly in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they're sore, from Clete's pinching last night, from the coarse hair on his chest. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs. She spread them slightly, prurient sensations expanding within her at her own touch. She groaned again, as her fingers touched delicately some slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. She probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, just as Doctor Braun peeked around the curtain.
DesirЋe gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently.
"No need for that, really, my dear," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."
DesirЋe stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed emotions. While she knew this wanton display of her body to this man was not only unnecessary but entirely immoral, there seemed little that she wanted to do toward covering herself. And the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly was reaching an almost uncontrollable state.
My God! What's happening to me? she thought as she slipped mechanically onto the table, lay back and spread her thighs ever so slightly. I must be going mad! I want him to touch me, to feel me. Oohh God!
Braun was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde as she lay naked before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvet-like honey-colored silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red hair-lined slit running the length of her open crotch caused his mouth to go dry. He moved toward her slowly, his tongue moistening his thin lips, as he watched the glazed expression in her exotic eyes.
"You were examining yourself when I entered, my dear," he said as casually as he could. "Let us see if, and what, damage has been done." He smiled down at her salaciously. "If you will open your thighs a bit more, Mrs. Denning."
DesirЋe returned his gaze, unable to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin-smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite inside. It was as if he had touched her with a thousand volts of electricity and a million spine-chilling, fiery particles burst through her loins and belly, and automatically her hands moved to her breasts once more, her thumbs and forefingers plucking at the nipples like hungry birds of prey and sending more sensual uncontrollable shocks through her.
Dear God! What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind! Oh, Mark darling, I need you! I need you!
"There now, let us look closer," said Braun, bending down between her thighs, then moving to the foot of the table. "If you will put your feet flat upon the surface, my dear… Ah, yes, that's fine," he said as she raised her knees, placing her feet accordingly. "Now, just slide down this way." She did, until her wet open loins were only inches from his face. "Excellent, excellent," he muttered. Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged and hypnotized young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. He thought once more, checking himself. He had not locked the outer door, so Hemmings might be unhappy if he came back in too soon. Still, he silently opened the fly of his trousers to ease the pain slightly. Then, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair-lined cunt-lips, Braun tenderly spread the vertical mouth until its moist, coral lusciousness was opened to him and his own mouth fell agape at its glistening jeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver to the backs of his hands and heard her breath lodge deep down in her gasping throat. Expertly, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He felt the erotic shock of his touch surge through her convulsively.
"Oooooh, God! What are you doing?" DesirЋe gasped, raising her head to stare down with bulging eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried in her crotch. Then, he was smiling at her, his inimitable smile of confidence. "Oohhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. And again his hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her upraised thighs as he planted wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed aperture, his tongue flicking eel-like at the quivering opening.