PLEASE, DOCTOR?

MAZY RAIN

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Mazy Rain

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Copyright © 2019
Mazy Rain

Authors Note:
This story contains explicit content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this story are
over the age of 18 and are not related by blood. All sex is consensual.
The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this book are fictitious. No identification
with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings or products is intended or should be
inferred.
Have fun sometimes. Make safe and responsible choices, always…Mazy

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 PLEASE, DOCTOR?

I looked out of the little window at a student running across the grass, her
short-shorts revealing just a hint of creamy cheek, as I opened and closed
the binder-clip in my palm. I felt the clip getting looser with every fidget as
I watched her take a seat on a bench, her books clasped tight to her chest,
and I toyed with the idea of getting myself off right there and then, in the
little make-shift office on the college campus.
My hand slipped into my bra as I remembered my college girlfriend, all
those years ago, and I squeezed my swelling bud as I recalled how
dominant she was. How beautiful it felt to submit to her. How much more
free I’d felt then.
I sighed and slipped my hand out again, and picked up my coffee.
Doctor’s didn’t masturbate in-between patients. That hadn’t been covered
specifically during my four years of medical school, but I figured it was
probably implicit. And I had a practice to run. Responsibilities.
Offering advice sessions on the local college campus one day a week,
would be interesting, I’d thought. Fun. Different from the usual parade of
weird rashes and bored, wealthy women who frequented my practice. And
besides, I liked to give back to the community. But so far no-one had come.
Least of all me.
I absent-mindedly gave the binder-clip a few quick pumps in my palm.
Yes, it definitely felt looser.
Maybe about right, I thought. The same pressure that she used to apply,
while I whimpered deliciously under her touch.
 I squeezed the clip hard as I watched the student move off the bench,
and wondered what it would feel like now it was a little looser, a little less
intense. I’d rather have someone else squeeze my nipples, but that didn’t
seem to be happening right now. I looked down my top, trying to see how
erect they were, and as I did my coffee poured onto me.
“Shit!” I said, pulling my top away from me.
That’ll teach me to be such a deviant, I thought.
I slipped off my coat and pulled the top off and dabbed at myself with
tissues.
“Great,” I said out loud.
I already had the sexy doctor look going on - thick-rimmed glasses, hair
tied back, fitted white coat. I’d been trying it out, cultivating it since I’d
graduated as a mature student from medical school, newly single. But
maybe I’d gone overboard a little - and now I didn’t even have a top on.
I shook my head, applied some lipstick, clipped the binder-clip onto my
coat lapel, grabbed a handful of my fliers, and walked determinedly out into
the hallway, my heels clacking on the corridor flooring.
It was time to get my mind out of my panties and drum up some
custom. I felt weirdly nervous as I stepped out into the hallway.
Remember, you’re a doctor now, I told myself.

I could barely hold in the tears as I got up from the bench and stumbled
across the grass to my dorm building, clasping my books and folders to my
chest to cover my boobs. I’d left my so-called boyfriend’s dorm-room in
such a state that I hadn’t been able to find my bra. It was all so unfair.
As I turned a corner, my head down, face covered by my hair, I bumped
into something soft and warm, and the contents of my arms dropped to the
floor.
“Sorry,” I said, automatically.
I dropped to my knees to pick up my stuff, and looked up. She looked
like someone had gone to a college fancy-dress party as a sexy doctor. I half
expected her to offer me a swig off vodka from her water bottle. Her
cleavage was bursting from her coat as she bent to pick up my notes, and I
realized that it must’ve been that that I’d bumped into, face first. A soft
landing. As she kneeled to help me, a spout of her coffee spilled over
everything.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Oops. Sorry,” she said, picking up a dripping page of notes and dipping
to her haunches. “Are you ok?”
The way she asked made something unlock inside of me, and I suddenly
let go of the tears I’d been holding tight inside, all the way from my dorm
room to here.
“Not really,” I burst out, my shoulders shaking as I let a racking sob
escape my lips.
Maybe it was the uniform that made me think I could share. That she
could comfort me. But there was also something in her pretty green eyes
and her ample boobs that made me think it, too.
“Oh,” she said, looking behind her. “How about we go and sit down and
talk about it. In my office. I’m Amy. Doctor Amy.”
She held out her hand.
“Emily,” I said, quietly, taking it.
Something about the combination of “Doctor” with her first name made
me feel safe and warm, and I let her help me up. Her hand felt strong, and I
looked at her perfect nails as I staggered to my feet and followed her like a
little lost lamb into a building and down a hallway, my hair hiding my face
from staring eyes as I watched her ass sashay in front of me. Did she have
anything on under that coat?
She opened a door for me and I was in a little office that I’d never even
seen before, with a chair and a computer and a portable hospital bed type
thing. And I hesitated.
“I think maybe I need to come back later,” I said, looking at the bed.
“That’s just for examinations,” she said. “Why don’t you take a seat and
catch your breath. You can tell me about it if you like, but you don’t have
to. You can just sit here until you feel better.”
She was playing with something in her hand. A clip, or something.
“Right,” I said. “It’s just a little personal, so.”
I took in an expanse of her bare thigh as she stretched to reach some
tissues.
“Well, doctors are good at listening to personal stuff. We take a holistic
approach to the body these days,” she said. “Believe me, it’s nothing I
haven’t heard of before. But it’s your call.”
 She crossed her legs and I wondered again about that coat. Maybe it
was like Scottish kilts. You weren’t supposed to wear underwear under
those, right? As she leaned to hand me a tissue I caught a glimpse right
down her full bra, and I felt a twinge that made my eyes widen. Ok, so a
bra, but no top?
This was so weird. But I needed to talk to someone, and here she was. It
seemed like the universe was listening to me.
“Sex,” I blurted out, immediately turning bright red.
What if she was just a mature student in fancy dress and this was a
hoax? I looked around for a hidden camera.
“OK,” she said, her eyes wide. “You mean…”
I nodded, and it all seemed to tumble out of me. “With my boyfriend.
Every time…it’s kind of…not wet. Even though it is, almost always,
recently. Just not when…you know…so I think there must be something
wrong with me. He says it’s never happened before. Maybe I could take a
leaflet or something.”
Maybe I could shut the fuck up.
I wondered how long it would take me to reach the door and lurch out
of the room. But I also couldn’t help noticing that the very thing I was over-
sharing about didn’t seem to be a problem right now.
At all.

Oh sweet lord.
Her toned thighs opened and closed nervously, and her boobs strained
against the thin fabric of her top. This girl was definitely not wearing a bra.
Not that her perky tits needed one, but her nipples were definitely showing,
and my underwear was dangerously dampening.
I could feel a trickle running down my inner thigh. I re-crossed my legs
and felt the wet warmth between them.
“Do you have leaflets?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, looking at the stack of leaflets on my desk, printed in a fit
of keener enthusiasm when I first opened for business. “But I have time to
talk, too.“
 I was starting to settle in a little bit. I wanted to help, always. That was
why I’d become a doctor. If only she was wearing more than a tank-top and
a little skirt. It didn’t seem fair. As she crossed her legs I got a quick flash of
her white cotton panties.
“So how old are you, Emily?” I began.
“Still nineteen,” she said.
“That’s a fun age,” I said, trying to hide a sudden surge of lust. “You
should be having lots of—”
“—It’s when he…I mean, when we try to…oh my god, this is…I should
go,” she interrupted, like she couldn’t hold it in any longer.
She stood up from her chair.
“Penetration hurts?” I said, way too loudly, feeling myself flush.
Get it together, Amy. But her eyes widened in recognition and she sat
back down and nodded slowly.
“So, this is a natural thing,” I began, randomly, trying to regain some
semblance of my training. “It could be physical , but most likely its mental.
I mean, its local to the circumstance.”
“That makes sense,” she said, looking even more uncomfortable. “I
guess that’s good, right?”
“Yes,” I said, as she sank back down into the chair.
I resisted the temptation to shake my head at some inept college guy
getting anywhere near this gorgeous girl. I knew it was none of my
business.
“Tell me, Emily,” I said, swallowing hard. “Is there foreplay?”
“A bit,” she said, looking at the floor. “but not as much as I’d like.”
And as she looked shyly into her lap I noticed how hard her nipples
were now. They were dark against her white vest and definitely plumped.
“So, what kind of foreplay?” I said, my voice cracking a little.

Foreplay? Mostly, foreplay involved me rubbing myself on him before he

whipped it out and tried to stick it up me. Or in my mouth. Which used to
work, I guess. But lately I was craving something else. “I don’t know. I
mean, I like sex,” I said, stupidly.
 Love it, more like. The thought of sex was usually enough to get me
soaked, but it was the thought of sex the way I wanted it. And I was afraid
to ask for it.
I leaned forward a little as I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra. Just
talking about sex was definitely tightening my nipples, and I could feel how
wet I was, as I talked about how I couldn’t get wet. I felt like such a fraud
right now.
“Maybe I do have a leaflet,” she said.
I could still feel her soft cleavage on my cheek from when I’d bumped
into her. Did she have anything on underneath that coat? Maybe it was the
uniform that was making me feel weak. I suddenly wanted her to examine
me on that bed. Show me what she meant by foreplay. My recent tears had
left me feeling a little vulnerable, but in a good way. Like I wanted to be
taken care of.
She was facing her computer and I looked down at her full thighs and
then how her blonde hair was swept back with French braids, and I knew I
wasn’t leaving with just a leaflet. Not if I could help it.
“Maybe you could tell me?” I said, squishing my tits between my arms
as I sat up straighter on the chair.
Her eyes widened and she cleared her throat.
“Foreplay?” she said, still looking at her laptop. “Well. Lot’s of things.”
“Like what?” I said, innocently.
She cleared her throat. “There is, of course, nipple stimulation.”
Her eyes traveled quickly down to my boobs and I looked down too, my
tightening nipples clearly defined in my top now.
“Do you like it when…do you feel anything when your nipples are
..when someone plays with your…” she said, swallowing hard. “With your
nipples?”
“I love it,” I said, flushing but determined. I knew when someone was
interested, usually. But turning on college boys was so easy it was boring. I
had no idea what I was doing with a real, actual, woman. “I mean, yes,” I
said.
“Well, that’s good. And does it get you we…” she cleared her throat.
“Does it make you lubricated enough for intercourse?”
“Yes, but only if it’s done right.“
I peered over at her screen. She seemed to be typing random letters.
Maybe it meant something in medical-speak.
 I took a deep breath.
“Maybe you could show me some other stuff?” I said.

She stretched back in the chair, her perky tits almost bursting out of her top.
She knew what she was doing. Didn’t she?
“Show you?” I gulped.
Her submissiveness was making my throat dry. “What do you think?”
she said, sweetly.
“Well, if that’s what you’d like” I said, my heart racing.
She nodded and bit her lip and I almost came right there and then.
“Why don’t you get up on the table,” I said, knowing as soon as I’d said
it that there was a line, and I was about to cross it. Maybe I already had.
Oh fuck, I thought, as I stood next to her on the table.
“Lets start with the nipples, then,” I said, my voice seeming to come
from somewhere other than my body.
My medical career flashed in front of my eyes, but my pussy was in full
control now, and her nipples were telling me that she knew this wasn’t a
routine check.
“Are you sure you’d like me to show you?” I checked in, catching
myself just in time.
“Yes, please,” she said, sweetly.
“Let’s start with the nipples, then” I said, tapping a clipboard.
I could stop it right now, I thought. Just stop. Right now.
But she was already pulling up her top, and as her perky tits jiggled
free, my mouth filled with a metallic taste of lust.
I tore my gaze from her boobs and looked at my clipboard, making a
random mark on the plain paper. A check-mark for “amazing breasts,”
maybe?
“Sometimes just brushing them,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“Like this?” she said, her palms brushing across the plump pink buds.
“Mmmm,” I said, “Or I like…I mean, sometimes you can pinch them,
even.”
I bit my lip and waited for her response.
“How hard?” she said.
 “That’s entirely up to you,” I said, my juices gushing.
She leaned back in her hands, her tits pushed out, looking down at them,
and my arm seemed to gain a mind its own. I took a step forwards, my arm
raised, and she looked up at me as my finger and thumb closed around her
pale, pink nipple and squeezed gently.
“Like this,” I said, waiting for her reaction as I squeezed her gorgeous
bud. “Or this,” I said, as I squeezed tighter and her mouth opened. “Or this,
even,” I said, pinching hard now.
She whimpered and I let go. But her eyes flashed and she licked at her
lips.
“You just need to tell your partner when to stop,” I said, breathlessly.
But her hand went to her other nipple and she pinched it hard.
“It feels so good!” she said, her eyes wide.
“It feels so good, doctor,” I corrected her, wondering where the fuck
that had just come from.
But it felt natural that I should lead the way. Set the right tone.
She grinned and corrected herself, her eyes gleaming.
“It feels so good, doctor,” she said, sweetly.
“Or you can lick them,” I said, keeping up the pretense of our
examination as I took her pert boob in my hand. “Or suck on them,” I
breathed, as I leaned down slowly, giving her tie to stop me before I closed
my mouth around her pale pink bud.
She groaned as I guzzled on her and sucked more of the creamy flesh of
her breast up between my lips, my tongue flicking the nipple inside my
mouth, letting go with a loud smacking sound, then pulling it in again and
rolling it in my mouth.
“Like that,” I said, standing up and making another random check-mark
on the clipboard.
Her boob was smudged with my lipstick and a red mark flushed around
her engorged nipple.
“Thank you, doctor,” she said, her fingers running over her panties.
“Excellent,” I said. “Can you think of anything else you might like, Emily?”
I held my breath as her smooth thighs parted a little and her hands
pushed between them.
“I like it when someone takes charge,” she said. “But I never ask for it.”
Her eyes were wide and the silence filled the room.
 “Right,” I said. “Right. Well, that’s a perfectly….yes. Well. I mean, I
have a leaflet on that, somewhere. Submission. Perfectly fine. Role play.
Power. As long as it’s consensual of course.”
I scrabbled around on my desk, but I knew I was stalling. I wanted to
take charge of her. I was used to being the submissive one, but something
about her made me want to take the lead. To step into that role.
“Maybe you could show me how to ask?” she said, and I fumbled the
clipboard and it clattered onto the floor.

Fuck.
My need to submit was now officially on file. I wondered if it would be
recorded on my college transcripts. Or maybe read out on graduation day.
Maybe they’d make me crawl across the stage naked to get my certificate.
Oh shit, now I was getting turned on by that random thought.
It was like I was losing all self-control. And it felt amazing.
“Would you like me to check how wet you are?” she asked.
“Yes please, doctor,” I said, leaning back and spreading my legs, just
enough.
I gulped as her fingers went to my panty elastic. A buzzy, jangly feeling
coursed through me, and the taste in the back of my throat made my mouth
water as she pushed the thin band of material to one side and I heard her
gasp as my bare pussy was revealed.
I looked down at my glistening pink lips. A little rivulet of my juices ran
down into my ass, soaking into the disposable paper cover.
“I think it looks like there are enough…juices,“ she said.
“Sorry,” I said. “That’s what I mean. It’s normally so wet down there. I
just don’t know why…”
I looked up at her, my mouth parted and my eyes encouraging as she
stood over me and the tips of her fingers played around my entrance and
then pushed in just a little.
“Please put your hands behind you,” she said, in a stern doctor voice
that made me feel deliciously weak.
I clasped my hands behind my back as her fingers ran along my
wetness, slicking along my pussy lips, and her eyes met mine as I held my
bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at her and let out a little
whimper of ecstacy.
“That’s a good girl, Emily. It’s all about body language, really. It’s a
power thing,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But if you want to be taken charge
of, you’ll need someone who knows how to give you what you want.”
She slowly slid her fingers just a little into my pinkness and my mouth
opened wide as I felt my my pussy close around them and hold them tight.
“Does it feel ok in there, doctor?” I asked her, as they slid deeper.
I could see down her coat, her big boobs cupped nicely in her lacy white
bra, and I could smell her subtle perfume as my mouth neared her neck, not
quite touching. I knew instinctively that I needed to follow her instructions.
And it felt so good.
“You have a very tight pussy, Emily,” she said, her fingers still in me.
“Has your boyfriend tried massaging inside of you?”
My eyes widened.
”G-spot?” she said
“No,” I said.
Not unless my g-spot was at the back of my throat.
She let her fingers ease out of me and took the cloth belt from the loops
of her coat, leaning over me to tie it gently but firmly around my wrists.
“You must tell me if you ever want to stop, Emily,” she said, her voice
soft again. “Or if it’s too much. Do you understand? That’s part of this,
too.”
I nodded, my eyes wide, as her fingers pushed back into me and curled
up and back, and I groaned and my stomach lurched as a wave of delicious
weakness spread up my body.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, as ripples of pleasure raced up and down me,
and she was pinching my nipple again, hard, connecting the pleasure
centres. “Please, don’t stop.”
She did the same to my other nipple, pulling and pinching, and she
leaned in and kissed my wide-open mouth.
Then she stood up and cupped my boob up towards my mouth.
“Spit on it for me,” she said.
I leaned down and let a dribble off my saliva drool down onto my stiff
nipple, and she moved it over and around the engorged bud, squeezing it
again, and I wriggled on her fingers as they moved inside of me, my
breathing coming in short pants as I felt a beautiful pressure slowly build.
I unclasped my bra, and her eyes widened as my generous boobs spilled
free.
I pulled her into me, her mouth closing around my swollen bud as the
slick sound of my fingers in her pussy grew louder, and she let out another
whimper as my palm began to hit into her, and as I reached down to kiss
her, her mouth tilted up to meet mine.
“Ohhh, fuck,” she breathed, pushing her boobs out, her hands still held
behind her.
“I think I need to taste you,” I said thickly. “To make sure you’re sweet
enough.”
I was enjoying my role.
“You want that?” I said.
She nodded, her eyes pleading.
“Ask me,” I said, my hand gently around her throat.
“Will you taste my pussy, doctor?” she said, looking up at me as her
thighs closed around my wrist.
My sex ached at her words, and I pulled my fingers out of her and
brought them up to her mouth, trailing them over her parted lips and
pushing all four of them into her mouth, her eyes wide as she sucked on
them, her breath coming in excited pants, gagging just a little as I pushed
them further in.
When my fingers were sucked clean, I stepped back a touch and my
open palm came down gently across one of her firm tits.
She looked down as it jiggled quickly back to stillness.
“You like that?” I said.
She nodded, her eyes wide, and I did it again, just a little harder, this
time a little red mark appearing and quickly dissipating, turning from brief
pain into lasting pleasure.
As she groaned I grabbed her boobs firmly, squeezing and kneading,
then I let them go and gave another quick slap and my hand went quickly to
her throat, and my mouth closed over hers.
She was still gasping with pleasure as I kneeled between her spread
thighs, running my hands along the toned, firm flesh there before I dipped
my head between them. Her panties had bunched into her puffy lips and I
pulled them to one side again, and as my mouth touched her she
whimpered, and her hips rocked into me as I lapped at her bare little pussy.
I pulled back and spread her lips, revealing her pretty pinkness, my
tongue probing her entrance, pushing there, keeping her spread wide as I
tasted her. Her hips tilted, begging me to lick her clit. But my tongue
caressed and circled her stiff little nub, avoiding giving it the attention it
craved just yet. I pushed her thighs up and back, and she fell back on the
table as I stood over her, her pussy exposed like a little pink gift as she
panted hard.
‘You like getting your little pussy licked?” I said, my voice hoarse.
“Mmmm, I love it,” she said, wriggling under me.
“Beg for it,” I said, carried away by my lust, knowing how good it felt
to beg.
“Please, doctor,” she said, “Please lick my little pussy.”
My tongue dove in, and my mouth and nose grew wet with her juices as
I moved on her, this time flicking up to her clit until she seized, and her legs
began to shake.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I panted.

My mouth was wide open as I came, her mouth clamped to me, jerking
and jolting above her, waves of pleasure running up and down my quivering
body.
She stood up, smiling, her mouth and chin slick with my juices, still
holding my knees up and back, my hands still under me, and I was looking
between my legs as she seemed to hesitate.
“More,” I breathed, rocking to sit up and looking up at her. “Please.”
“Please doctor,” she said.
“Please doctor,” I moaned.
“Oh, Jesus” she said, as she kissed me, and I tasted myself properly for
the first time.
She played with my boobs again, holding the sensitive nipples and
letting my tits sway under them, and I moaned and shuddered as the pain
gave way to joy as she pinched and rolled them, giving one perky breast
another satisfying slap, making me let out a sudden giggle.
 Her eyes were glassy as she moaned and straddled one of my legs,
rubbing her panties onto me, her skirt hitched over her hips.
“Yes,” she said, as I moved my mouth on to her nipple and she parted
her panties to one side and I felt her wet warmth on my bare thigh.
Her hand closed around my throat gently as she lifted my face to kiss
me, and my hand closed around hers, squeezing it tighter on my neck as my
fingers found my engorged clit. I felt myself peak again quickly as the
pressure around my throat focused all of the pleasure between my legs, and
I gazed up at her, my eyes bulging as I came once more, and her face was
close to mine as I shivered under her firm touch.
She drew my hands onto her nipples and closed her fingers around
mine, tight, as the jolts of my orgasm still shot through me.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

My voice was stern, but my eyes were soft and she grinned as she slid
off the table and onto her knees, her tank-top stretched across the top of her
perky tits, making them jut out even more, pink marks still blushing on one
side of her boob, her nipples engorged and swollen. I held her under her
jaw-line and tiled her head, leaning down to kiss her, my tongue searching
in her open mouth before I straddled her, moving my wetness over her full
lips, sliding up to her nose and down to her chin, using her pretty face. I
pulled at my nipples, the incessant pressure sending waves of tingly
electricity between my legs.
And when I couldn’t hold it anymore, I tilted my hips and pulled at my
folds, and as her tongue found my clit I came instantly, holding her into me,
feeling my warmth flood her wet lips, her wide eyes looking up at me as her
tongue dove deep into my soaked channel.
“Oh fuck yes, lick it,” I breathed, feeling her growing in confidence
between my thighs.
I moved on her slowly and then I kneeled down to her, kissing her,
tasting myself on her, pressing into her, feeling her firm tits squish into
mine, as my hands cupped her ass and I released the strap from her wrists.
“How was that?” I said.
“Amazing, doctor,” she said, her tongue searching for mine again.
 “I think you should continue the treatment. Weekly,” I said, mostly into
her open mouth. “What do you think?”
I held my breath as she hesitated.
“Can’t you come twice a week?” she said.
My eyes wandered to the clip, still on my lapel, and my mind wandered
to the strap-on in my drawer at home. It had only ever been used to fuck
me. I wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Or see it hanging from
her slim hips as I told her how to fuck me properly.
“How about I come twice, twice a week?” I said, smiling.
“Deal,” she said, and I sat back on my heels and she climbed into my
lap and wrapped her legs around me.

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Eighteen-year-old Laney is obsessed with her older brother’s girlfriend -

curvy BBW Briony - and when Briony joins in on the family camping trip,
Laney can barely contain herself.
When the sun goes down and the temperature drops, Briony invites
Laney to share her sleeping bag…
A hot story of secret lust and sweet dreams at Camp Sweet!

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STAR F**K

Alice Sterling is nineteen and a majorly hot movie-star. Everyone wants

a piece of Alice, but only one person really understands what she wants.
What she needs.
And soon Alice is dropping her designer dress and cuddling up to
Natalie’s curvy body, finding refuge from her crazy life in the sweet safety
of submission…

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Sweet Submission Vol. 1

A panty-dropping, super-HOT, high-quality, FIVE BOOK BUNDLE of

naughty, first-time lesbian tales
These five (5) erotic, explicit stories are full of sweet-but-hot girls
submitting to their sweet-but-hot lesbian desires…and to their bosses,
coaches, tutors, neighbors and more!

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