Sex Practice, page 3
"Good, I enjoy mingling with fellow professionals! Good day, Mr Shitbag!"
"Problems, problems!" Larry sighed, ambling to the window to see Monica in conversation with a man in the car park. "What's she up to now? I don't like men with briefcases, they unnerve me." Going to investigate he found Brigit hovering in the foyer, her miniskirt revealing the gentle curves of her naked buttocks as she bent over to scratch her knee.
"Ah, Brigit, what's Monica doing talking to that man in the car park?"
"She's talking to him."
"Yes, I know that! Who is he?"
"Who?"
"Good grief! The man in the car park - who is he?"
"Mr Venereal."
"Mr Venereal? Is he infectious?"
"Infectious?"
"Where's he from, Brigit?"
"He's from the health authority. I overheard Monica talking to him on the phone."
"Yes, and?"
"She was talking to Mr Venereal."
"Yes, but what was she saying?"
"She was saying that this place should be closed down."
"Closed down? Is she mad? Why does she think the place should be closed down?"
"I don't know, I can't remember."
"What else did she... oh, never mind. When Monica returns, send her to my consulting room, will you?"
"Send her to your consulting room. Yes, I think I can remember that."
"Do you want me to write it down for you?"
"No, I think I can remember."
"I hope you can!" Larry scowled, wondering why he employed the stupid girl as he returned to his room. Because she's got a beautiful cunt, I suppose.
The phone was ringing as he entered the office. "Now what?" he sighed wearily as he grabbed the receiver and perched himself on the edge of his desk. "Dr Lickman here."
"Ah, good morning, Doctor Lickman - Reverend Mother Barren-Womb speaking, headmistress of The Sacred Bloodied Heart of Our Lady of the Damned Convent."
"That's no way to speak of your convent, Mother Barren-Womb!"
"What do you mean?"
"Calling your fine educational establishment a damned convent."
"No, Our Lady of the Damned - Convent."
"Why is it a damned convent? Has Satan visited you?"
"It's not a damned convent, you silly man! It's Our Lady of the Damned, pause, Convent."
"Oh, yes, I see."
"Now I've forgotten why I'm phoning you! Oh, yes, with regard to your letter. I have given your proposal a great deal of thought and..."
"Good, good! And which wise decision have you come to?"
"The answer is no!"
"Oh! One would have thought it a good idea to have the girls discuss intimate sexual matters with an eminent Doctor of Sexual Fulfilment, would two not?"
"Two?"
"Yes, if I'm one and you're the other one, then you must be two. You're the second person, you see - one, two."
"What? Two does not... one does not think it a good idea."
"But, Reverend Mother, have some regard for the girls' welfare. Think back to when you were eighteen and... on second thoughts, you'd better not!"
"I see no reason for the girls to discuss..."
"There's every reason. There are certain things about teenage girls that you don't understand, Mother Barren-Womb. Certain mysterious..."
"Such as what?"
"I'm not sure, I can't remember off hand. Besides, I'm not at liberty to say - I'm sworn to secrecy by the BMA. Anyway, the girls would benefit greatly from a one-to- one talk with me. Look at the world today, there are sexual perverts on the loose worldwide. Now, surely you don't want your girls to leave school and fall prey to such people, do you?"
"Well, I... a one-to-one talk, you say?"
A one-to-one fuck. "Yes, a one-to-two talk in comfortable surroundings and in complete and utter confidence."
"All right, I agree. I'll ring back later and make the appointments with your receptionist."
"Excellent! A most wise decision, Brother Barren-Womb. You've obviously been guided by the Lord."
"Yes, obviously."
"Your interest in the girls' welfare has demonstrated your belief in the Lord admirably!"
"Thank you. Goodbye, doctor."
Meditating at his desk, Larry wondered whether the time had come to dismiss the moody Miss Moodie. There was no denying she was efficient, running reception and the appointments system commendably. But she was always prying, training her beady eye on him, her radar ear to closed doors. He'd suspected for some time that the woman was a spy sent by his rival, Gina Cology, who'd been trying to get his flourishing practice outlawed. But as yet, Monica had come up with no positive proof of her employer's debauched ways. "If she knew half the things I get up to in the examination room!" Larry chuckled smugly as a loud knock sounded on the door.
"Ah, Monica!" he smiled as the portly woman entered the room. "Brigit remembered, then?"
"Remembered what?"
"To tell you... never mind."
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, yes I did. Please, be seated."
"I'd rather stand."
"The prerogative's yours, Monica."
"There's your mail," the matron mumbled, dumping a pile of letters on the desk.
"Oh, right. Now, Monica, we've had our differences in the past."
"I know we have!"
"Yes, of course. Er... who was that man you were speaking to in the car park?"
"He... he was lost - I directed him."
"A wise decision. Where did you direct him to?"
"To where he wanted to go, of course."
"Yes, yes quite. He wasn't a private client, was he?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're not moonlighting, giving sex therapy on the side, in the car park?"
"No!"
"As you well know, moonlighting is rewarded with instant dismissal - especially in the car park. I made the rules, and I'll stick to them... you'll stick to them. Have you spoken to Gina Cology recently?"
"Er... no, not since she offered me a job last week."
"I see. One by one, we're taking all her clients, Monica. Although I say it myself, they come to me because of my professionalism."
"Hardly!"
"Tell me, Monica, how's life treating you?"
"Life never treats me."
"How sad. How's your leg, the one you broke some time ago at the old bags'... I mean, the old girls' reunion?"
"What's my leg got to do with anything?"
"I was only asking after your welfare. It's my duty to care for my staff. It's unfortunate... fortunate that you didn't break your neck when you fell over in your drunken stupor. How is your drink problem?"
"I wasn't drunk! I'd only had two glasses of wine!"
"Yes, yes, of course you had."
"Your next client rang to say she'll be late."
"Who was that?"
"Miss Kneetrembler, which I very much doubt is her real name."
"Some clients don't like to use their real names, Monica."
"No, obviously not!"
"Change the names to protect the guilty, that's what I say."
"You would!"
"Talking of which, how's your husband?"
"I had cause to throw him out."
"Had you made his life difficult?"
"Of course not! He made my life impossible!"
"Being thrown out of the house must have been an immense relief for him."
"It was an immense relief for me!"
"What had he done? Nothing illegal, I hope?"
"He had disgusting habits which... it's personal."
"I'd blame myself if I were you, Monica."
"I don't blame myself!"
"Was it sex?"
"Sex?"
"The reason for the irreparable marital breakdown - sex, was it?"
"We never had sex! I'm a Catholic."
"Ah, say no more, Monica - say no more."
"I must get back to reception."
"Yes, back to work. I'm sorry to hear of your broken marriage. Still, it happens to the worst of us."
Opening the mail as Monica flounced from the room, Larry sighed. "The Inland bloody Revenue, Customs and Sexcise, water sports bill, fart-gas bill, dog and bone bill, electricity... how is anyone supposed to make a bloody profit? In one bloody hand, and straight out of the other! Ah, Brigit," he smiled as his secretary minced into the room.
"Monica said that you wanted to see me, doctor."
"Did I? Ah, yes, so I did. Sit down, Brigit. Now, word has it that you're not wearing any panties. Is there any truth in this allegation?"
"Yes, there is."
"May I ask why, Brigit? I mean, we've had complaints from clients in the past concerning your... how can I put it? Concerning your blatant exhibitionism."
"I don't like wearing panties, Doctor Lickman, they chafe my pussy lips."
"But your skirts are so short that everyone can see your..."
"If you remember, it was your idea that I shouldn't wear panties."
"Ah, yes, so it was. But what I didn't realize was that you were going to wear skirts so short that..."
"I did as you asked."
"What did you do, Brigit?"
"I've shaved my pussy, as you asked me to. Would you like to see it?"
Would I? "Er... yes, definitely!"
"You were right, it looks much better without hair covering it," the temptress smiled, lifting her skirt up. "Do you like it?"
"God, yes!"
Gazing at the girl's tightly closed pink crack, Larry gasped. Her hairless sex hillocks inviting a wet tongue, he focused on her moist inner lips, protruding beautifully from her vaginal slit. Lifting her skirt higher, she looked down between the swell of her firm breasts at her pink crack and smiled.
"Isn't she wonderful?" Brigit asked, lifting her head and gazing at the doctor.
"Yes, wonderful! She's the most wonderful pussy I've ever seen!"
"Would you like to finger her?"
"Where's Monica?"
"In reception, on the phone."
"OK, lock the door, Brigit. Miss Kneetrembler is going to be late for her appointment, so I have some time to spare."
"Can't we go into the bondage room?"
"Yes, yes all right," Larry grinned, taking a key from his desk drawer.
Slipping through the hall with his select cargo in tow, Larry unlocked the door to his bondage room, ushering the pretty girl inside and bolting the door behind him. Switching the light on, he smiled at her. Her brown eyes sparkling, reflecting her burning passion for sexual gratification, she licked her lavish red lips and returned his smile.
"What would you like me to do, doctor?" she asked impishly.
"Clothes off, Brigit!" Larry ordered her excitedly.
"Oh, Larry, you are naughty," the girl giggled, tugging her miniskirt down her long shapely legs, exposing her shaved girl-crack. "What awful things are you going to do to me?"
"You'll see!" he chuckled, gazing lasciviously at her pert breasts, her dilated nipples, as she slipped her blouse and bra off. "OK, climb onto the couch. I want you on your stomach with your legs wide open."
"Oh, Doctor Lickman, you're not going to do anything terrible to my bottom, are you?" laughed the sex-crazed Lolita, taking her position on the padded table, her taut, rounded buttocks covered in weals from the caning Larry had administered the previous day. "Pretend I'm a naughty schoolgirl and you're my biology teacher!"
"You are a naughty schoolgirl, Brigit - and I am your biology teacher! I'm going to tie you down, and then I'm afraid I'll have to give you an anal examination."
"Oh, doctor! You're not going to stick something up my bum, are you?"
"I have to, Brigit - it's my duty as a doctor. Now, lie still and I'll bind your wrists and ankles with rope. I don't want you escaping when I push a candle up your bum."
"Oh, I'm only eighteen! You will be rough with me, won't you?"
"Extremely rough!"
Securing the giggling girl's naked body, tying her ankles to the legs of the couch, binding her wrists, Larry ran his fingers up her inner thighs and massaged her hairless lips. Her warm vaginal groove drenched with her lubricious juices of arousal, he slipped his finger into her sex valley and located the hot entrance to her tight love sheath. Driving his finger into her spasming lust duct, massaging her inner flesh, he planted a kiss on her quivering buttock.
"Now then," he began pensively, slipping his finger out of her pussy sheath and taking a large candle from a shelf. "Yes, I think this is big enough!" he chuckled. "First, I'll lubricate your bum-hole with some of this." Unscrewing a jar of honey and parting her buttocks, opening her bottom crease, he poured a liberal amount of the golden syrup over her brown ring, watching gleefully as the thick liquid ran sluggishly down between her swollen vaginal lips. "Right, here it comes, my little beauty!" he cried, pressing the sharp end of the candle against the sensitive portal to her inner core.
Gasping as Larry drove the waxen shaft deep into her anal duct, stretching her delicate brown tissue, Brigit begged him to finger her hot cunt. "Ah, the candle feels heavenly!" she breathed as he parted her fleshy vaginal lips, eyeing her urethral opening nestling just inside her sex duct. "Finger me! I want to feel your fingers deep inside my cunt!"
"Who's in there?" Monica called agitatedly, hammering on the door as Larry drove three fingers into Brigit's hot sex cavern and massaged her drenched vaginal walls. "I know you're in there, Doctor Lickman!"
Silently finger-fucking the whimpering girl, Larry grabbed the candle with his free hand and thrust the phallus in and out of her tight anal tube, causing her to quiver as the sensations of debased sex permeated her pelvis. "Faster!" Brigit whispered excitedly, her cunt juices pouring over Larry's thrusting fingers. "Oh, God! God, that's heavenly!"
"Who's in there?" Monica called again, her fists thumping on the door. "Doctor Lickman! Doctor Lickman!"
"Thank God for that!" Larry breathed as the telephone resounded around the hall, sending the she-devil scurrying back to reception. "She'll be the bloody death of me!"
"Ah, ah! And me! Oh, God, my... my cunt! My bum!" Brigit wailed as her orgasm welled from her rhythmically contracting womb. "Ah, coming! Coming!"
Her leashed body shuddering violently as her climax peaked, Brigit raised her hips, projecting her tensed buttocks, offering the open sexual centre of her naked body to the doctor. Her anal ring taut around the thrusting phallus, her rectal duct repeatedly inflating and deflating, sending electrifying sensations through her quivering pelvis, she cried out in her sexual delirium. On and on Larry pistoned his fingers into the whimpering girl's cunt, ramming the huge candle deep into her arse, bringing her the sexual gratification, the debauched sexual perversity, she craved.
Finally slowing his rhythm, allowing her to drift gently down from her paradise, he slipped his fingers from her spasming vaginal canal and licked them clean. "Mmm, you taste nice!" he breathed, lapping up her sticky girl-come. Sliding the candle out of her hot bottom-hole, he unzipped his trousers and unleashed his erect penis. "OK, stand on the floor and bend over the couch and I'll give you a good fucking!" he chuckled as he released the trembling girl.
Slipping off the couch, Brigit leaned over it, her feet wide apart, her cunt lips distended between her smooth inner thighs. Resting her arms and head on the couch, she gasped as Larry ran his cock up and down her dripping vaginal fissure, lubricating his knob with her copious vaginal fluid and sticky honey in readiness to penetrate her tight love-mouth. Eyeing her inflamed anal portal, the golden honey smothering her bottom crease, the curvaceous flesh of her buttocks, he drove his glans deep into her vaginal duct.
"Jesus, your cunt's hot and tight!" he gasped, his knob resting against her cervix, her cunny lips stretched tautly around the base of his rigid cock.
"God, and you're so big!" Brigit moaned, her juices decanting, marinating his heavy balls. "Fuck me! Fuck me, I want your spunk up my cunt!" she demanded crudely, gripping the far side of the examination couch. "Really give it to me!"
Withdrawing his knob, Larry grabbed the trembling girl's hips and drove his glans deep into her cunt with a vengeance. His belly slapping her weal-lined buttocks, his balls smacking her fleshy mons, he took the girl to her second shuddering orgasm, her wails resounding throughout the building as his sperm gushed, filling her tight love tunnel. Again and again he drove his pulsating knob deep into her accommodating cuntal sheath, his spunk flowing, oozing from her bloated hole and running over his swinging balls, splattering her twitching inner thighs.
"Doctor Lickman! Doctor Lickman, I know you're in there!" Monica bellowed, thumping on the door as Brigit's orgasmic cries reverberated around the room. "I know what you're up to! Who's in there with you?"
"I'm... I'm only looking for something!" he gasped as his balls finally drained.
"Let me in!" Monica cried. "There's someone to see you!"
"Ah! Ah! Who... who is it?"
"Mr Ingram Ravenhugh."
"Ingram... God, you're hot!"
"I'm not? I'm not what?"
"Nothing. I'm just coming, Monica. I've come!"
"You've won? What have you won?"
"Ask him to come back later!"
Slipping his glistening member out of Brigit's drowning pussy, Larry leaned on the examination couch, steadying himself as the girl hauled her quivering body up. "God, that was good!" he gasped. "You're a bloody good fuck!"
"And it was close!" Brigit giggled, kneeling before him and licking her cunny juice from his wet shaft. "She knows what you're up to, Larry," she warned, lapping up the heady blend of spunk and girl-cream from his bulbous glans.
"I'll have to get rid of the old bat, there's no other way!" he gasped as Brigit engulfed his knob within her hot mouth and gently sucked. "The trouble is, she knows too much."
"He's coming back later!" Monica hissed through the door. "He was carrying a briefcase!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Larry whispered agitatedly. "Who the hell could it have been?"
"I don't know," Brigit murmured, slipping the meaty morsel from her mouth and climbing to her feet.
"Are you coming, Doctor Lickman?"
"I can't, not yet, anyway!"
"What?"
"Yes, yes right away, Monica."
