Sex Practice, page 30
"I'll fuck your cunt in a minute!"
"Yes, please, fuck me now!"
Grabbing another candle from the shelf, Larry forced it deep into her rectal sheath, stretching her delicate brown tissue wide open before whipping his solid penis out and climbing onto the couch. Positioning himself between her splayed thighs, he retracted his foreskin, exposing his silky, purple knob in readiness for the vaginal fucking.
Working his ballooning glans between her honey-sticky cunny lips, Larry located the entrance to her cuntal sheath and drove his swollen shaft into her hot lust duct. Gasping as he withdrew and thrust his knob into her tight sheath again, his belly slapping her taut weal-lined buttocks, he managed to grab the end of the candle and phallus-fuck her tight arse.
"Like it?" he asked, thrusting into her two lust holes.
"God, yes - it's incredible!" she gasped, her naked body rocking with the double pummelling. "Is this what you do to all your clients?"
He might as well play her game, whatever it was. "Yes, I screw all my clients."
"Has it ever caused you problems?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well, clients reporting you for..."
"No, never. Do you mind if we chat later - it's not easy to discuss clients and fuck at the same time!" he breathed, his knob ballooning within her accommodating cuntal duct.
Repeatedly driving his solid organ deep into the girl's juicy cunt, Larry sensed his climax quickly approaching. His shaft wet with her juices he continued his fucking motions, bringing out her second shuddering orgasm.
"I'm, coming again!" she wailed, her tethered body shaking violently. "God, I'm coming again! Harder, fuck me harder!" On and on Larry drove his huge organ deep into her tight vagina until her sex sheath gripped his cock like a velvet-jawed vice and his spunk gushed from his pulsating glans. Filling her hot cavern with his copious flow of sperm, he fucked her until his swinging balls had drained and she almost passed out in her sexual delirium. Finally withdrawing his girl-wet penis, he hauled his trembling body off the couch and stood by her side, swaying in the aftermath of his incredible climax.
"Jesus Christ! God, you're fucking good!" he gasped, slipping the candle out of her abused anal canal.
"So are... so are you!" she whimpered, lifting her tear-streaked face. "Never in my life have I come like that! God, I could have you fuck me all night long!"
"I might just do that!" he laughed, zipping his trousers and releasing the trembling girl. "Have a rest, and then I'll fuck your bum-hole."
Jumping at the sound of smashing glass, Larry dragged the girl off the couch. "Fuck me! Quickly, get dressed!" he ordered her. Bolting out of the room as another pain of glass shattered, he stopped outside his consulting room. "What the fuck..." he gasped, hearing moaning noises emanating from the room. Pressing his ear to the locked door, it was obvious that someone was in there, but who? The intruder climbed to his feet, the sound of glass tinkling to the floor.
"You all right, Sergeant?" DI Clarke's unmistakable voice whispered.
"Yes, Guv, I think so. This is the wrong room."
"The wrong room? Jesus, you blithering idiot!"
"You told me to break into this room, Guv!"
"It doesn't matter what I told you, you're a bumbling idiot! Go and let me in through the main door!"
"This door's locked, Guv."
"Bloody hell, what a botch up! All right, you'd better get out of there. We'll try the window round the side."
Holding his hand to his head, Larry suddenly realized why Holly's features were so familiar to him. "She's the Inspector's bloody daughter!" he breathed, dashing into the bondage room as she finished dressing. "Your name's Clarke, isn't it?" he asked the cowering girl.
"Er... no, no, it's..."
"You're that copper's bloody daughter!"
"No, I..."
"Right, come with me!" he hissed, grabbing her arm.
Marching his prisoner down the hall, he bundled her into the waiting room and opened the window. "Get out of here!" he whispered angrily, pushing the girl through the window. "And don't come back!"
"No, please, I don't want to go!" she returned, peering through the window at Larry. "You're right, he is my father, but... the plan was..."
"Yes, I know what the bloody plan was!"
"I've changed my mind! I liked the things we did. Please..."
"Changed your mind, my arse! Go on, piss off out of here!" Larry hissed through gritted teeth, closing the window and watching the girl run off into the night. "Thank God for that! Right, now I have to face DI bloody Clarke!"
Dashing into the bondage room, Larry opened the window as the sergeant was about to lob a brick through the glass. "Fuck me!" he cried, leaning out of the window. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Ah, Doctor Lickman! Open the main door, I'll meet you there," DI Clarke said as he emerged from the shadows. "Sergeant, you keep an eye on the building and make sure that my... that no one leaves."
Walking down the hall and opening the main door, Larry frowned at the detective as several of his men filed into the building and began searching for the girl. "What on earth is going on?" Larry asked angrily. "You've smashed my window, and now..."
"The girl you have here, she's my daughter! Due to the incompetence of my incompetent Sergeant, we were delayed and... I hope you haven't touched her, Doctor Lickman!"
"Girl? Your daughter? What are you talking about? There's no girl here, Inspector!"
"No girl? But... my men will find her, don't you worry!"
"Has she gone missing?"
"I sent her here as part of my plan to catch you red-handed. You've been set up, Doctor. If I find that you've done anything to her, I'll..."
"There's no one here, Guv," the sergeant interrupted as he emerged from the bondage room and walked down the hall.
"Of course she's here, you incompetent fool! Look again, man!"
"Inspector, talking of missing people, my staff seem to have disappeared." Larry said. "I don't suppose you know anything about their disappearance, do you?"
"I might, and there again, I might not."
"Ah, so you've obviously abducted them as part of your plan, whatever your crazy plan is."
"My crazy plan, as you put it, is to arrest you for committing grossly indecent sexual acts of a grossly indecent nature against several innocent young women - including a nun, a convent schoolgirl, a..."
"What?"
"You heard. So far, you've been one step ahead of me, but now..."
"Will you please tell me what all this is about, Inspector? My staff have gone missing, you break down the door to my examination room, you've smashed the window in my consulting room, and now you're talking about sexual acts involving nuns and schoolgirls!"
"She's not here, Guv," the sergeant repeated as he emerged from the waiting room.
"Look again."
"But, Guv..."
"Look again. Where is my daughter, Doctor Lickman?"
"I have no idea. I didn't even know you were the proud owner of a daughter."
"If she's come to any harm, I'll..."
"Look, let's calm down, Inspector. Now, you say that you sent her here?"
"Yes, as part of my..."
"Well, all I can say is that she didn't arrive. I locked up at five, as usual, and I've been catching up with paperwork ever since. I can assure you that no one has been here."
"She came here earlier, Doctor. She called herself Holly Holdall and..."
"Ah, yes, a girl named Holly was here earlier. I was unable to see her as... so, Holly is your daughter?"
"Yes, and you told her to come back at eight this evening."
"No, I didn't. I never see clients during the evenings, it's a rule I made some years ago, and I've rigidly adhered to it."
"Are you suggesting that my daughter, a detective Inspector's daughter, is lying?"
"No, I'm just saying that she hasn't been back since she left earlier today. I was unable to see her without an appointment, and I told her to phone and book an appointment with my receptionist. Have you tried the pub?"
"The pub?"
"Yes, she might have gone for a drink."
"Of course she hasn't, she doesn't drink."
"Sorry, it was only a suggestion."
"She's not here Guv!" the sergeant broke in as he emerged from the toilets.
"All right, tell the men to get back to the station. Now, Doctor, I'm going to get to the bottom of the matter if it's the last thing I do!"
I've already got to the bottom of the matter. "Good, and I wish you luck with the search for your daughter. Now, Inspector, please tell me where are my staff are."
"They'll be released shortly."
"Why did you arrest them?"
"I arrested them on a whim."
"On a whim? You can't do that!"
"I can do what I like."
"Are you of a whimsical nature?"
"Far from it, I'm rock-steady! I'll be back tomorrow, Doctor, and if my daughter isn't at home..."
"If she isn't at home, then it has nothing to do with me."
"We'll see about that! And when I do find her, I shall physically examine her for signs of..."
"You can't physically examine your daughter, it's illegal."
"Due to the nature of the allegations brought against you by Mrs Cology, I shall examine my daughter's bottom for weals. I shall also examine her pubic region for missing pubic hair. Good night, to you, Doctor."
Sighing as DI Clarke left the building, Larry made his way to his consulting room and unlocked the door. Switching the light on, he gazed at the shattered window. "Bloody cops!" he cursed, taking the bottle of scotch from the drawer and slumping in his swivel chair. "Bloody cops!"
Wandering into the consulting room, the morning sun streaming in through the broken window, Brigit shook Larry's shoulder. "Larry, wake up! What the hell are you doing? Wake up!"
"What? Er... Brigit! Oh, fuck!"
"Did you sleep here all night?"
"Er... yes, yes I did. Jesus, look at the bloody window!"
"Yes, I've seen it. Lily and I were taken to the police station. What happened here?"
"DI Clarke and his men raided the place. God, my head! I was screwing his daughter and..."
"Screwing his daughter? Bloody hell!"
"It's all right, it turned out OK. What happened to you?"
"We were taken to the police station and kept there for hours."
"Monica, too."
"No, I don't know where she got to."
"Bloody woman, she set this up with the cops!"
"You should never have taken her back, I told you that it was a mistake!"
"Yes, yes I know, Brigit! Did the police charge you with anything?"
"No, they said that they were protecting us. God, you say you fucked the Inspector's daughter? How come he didn't catch you?"
"He was delayed, thankfully! I managed to bundle the girl out of the waiting room window while the cops were round the front of the building. The thing is, when he questions the girl, he'll realize what happened. He reckons he's going to examine her for weals and shaved pubic hair. Shit, I'm really in it."
"He can't examine his own daughter!"
"He can and he will, believe me."
"I can't understand why he persisted. I mean, after screwing me over your desk, why ever did he..."
"Your threats obviously didn't bother him. Did you set Ravenhugh and his wife up?"
"No, they're ex-directory - I couldn't get their phone number."
"Fuck, so he'll still be on my back! At least Fullcrack and Venereal have left me in peace."
"I checked the appointments book when I came in, we've a really busy day ahead, Larry."
"Oh, God! When's the first client arriving?"
"There's a new client due in about ten minutes. She made the appointment yesterday, just before we were carted away by the police."
"Fuck it, all these bloody problems! OK, I'll wash and smarten myself up. Er... coffee would be nice."
"Right, coffee it is. By the way, Lily isn't here."
"Thank God for small mercies!"
Grabbing his battery operated shaver from the desk drawer, Larry walked to the toilets and washed, wondering why the debt collectors hadn't swooped - and the girls' fathers! It was a cock-up, he reflected, shaving the stubble from his chin.
"Larry, there's a phone call," Brigit said as he walked through reception combing his dark hair back.
"OK, I'll take it in my room. Who is it?"
"A man from the local paper."
"Bloody hell! What the fuck does he want?"
"I don't know, he just asked to speak to you."
"Ok, switch it through."
Sitting on his desk, Larry lifted the receiver, wondering what on earth the local paper wanted with him. "Doctor Lickman, speaking," he said authoritatively.
"Ah, Doctor Lickman, my name's Meddler, Dick Meddler. We're running a piece on your practice and I wondered whether..."
"On my practice?"
"Yes, I've already interviewed several of your clients and a member of your staff and I was wondering whether you'd like to react to their comments?"
"Who was the member of my staff?"
"Mrs Monica Moodie."
"She's no longer a member of my staff. What were her comments?"
"She's made some pretty strong allegations about you, that's why I thought it only fair to give you the chance to retaliate. As for the clients, I've interviewed Mrs Cravings, Miss Jane Churcher, Christine Cology..."
"She's not a client!"
"Well, she says that she visited your practice and that you examined her, Doctor Lickman. I see no reason to disbelieve her. Funnily enough, we were contacted by the Mother Superior of The Sacred Bloodied Heart of Our Lady of the Damned Convent. She also had some very interesting things to say about you."
"No comment!" Larry snapped, banging the phone down. "Shit and double fucking shit!"
Pacing the floor, Larry kicked the broken glass across the floor as he cursed Monica. "It's no wonder the fucking old cow hasn't turned up today!" What he could do to stop the paper running the article, he had no idea. Obviously, once word was out about his unorthodox examination techniques, the allegations of enforced bondage and whipping sessions - he'd be ruined. Time to call it a day, he decided as a loud knock sounded on the door.
"Come in!" he called irritably.
"Doctor Lickman?" a besuited, briefcase-carrying young man asked as he entered the room. "Oh, your window's broken!"
"How observant of you. What do you want?"
"My name's Basket, I'm from customs and excise."
"Are you now? And what the fuck are you doing here? Why aren't you fucking well customing and exercising?"
"Oh, there's no need for that attitude, Doctor Lickman."
"Isn't there?"
"No. Might I take a seat?"
"Are you also a bailiff?"
"A bailiff? No, why do you ask?"
"In that case, no, you cannot take my office furniture."
"Oh, yes, er... it's come to our notice that you aren't VAT registered."
"That is correct, I am not VAT registered. And I never have been, and I never will be bloody VAT registered!"
"From the figures I've received from the Inland Revenue, your turnover would indicate that..."
"May I say something, Basket?"
"Yes, yes of course."
"I'm going to count to five, and if you're not out of my establishment by then, I'll rip your cock off and stuff it down your fucking throat!"
"Oh, Doctor..."
"One!"
"But..."
"Two!"
Holding his head as the man fled the room, Larry sighed. "God, what the fucking hell's going to happen next?" Taking the whisky from the desk drawer, he gulped down a mouthful and left the room. "Brigit!" he yelled, bounding down the hall and swigging from the bottle again. "Brigit, where the fucking hell are you!"
"What? What is it, Larry?" she asked, peering over the counter. "Should you be drinking scotch at this time of the morning?"
"I have nothing else to drink! Where's my bloody coffee?"
"Oh, yes, I was just..."
"Did you let that cunt of a VAT man in?"
"VAT man? But he said he was a salesman from Garry's Gynaecological Gadgets."
"Lying, fucking, thieving bastard! Where the fuck's Lily?"
"She's just come in. She's..."
"Don't tell me, she's in the toilet! Right, this is what we'll do..."
"Your first client's in the waiting room, Larry."
"Shit! The local paper are on to me, Brigit! They've spoken to Monica and... shit, what the hell shall I do?"
"You'd better see your client and then we'll talk about it."
"OK, OK. Right, send her to the examination room. I can hardly use my consulting room now that cunt-faced wanker Clarke has smashed the fucking window!"
"Right, I'll send her in."
Clearing the ropes away from the examination couch, Larry decided that, as this might well be his last client, he'd really put her through it. "I'll fuck her arse, I'll fuck her mouth, I'll fuck her cunt, I'll... oh, hallo!" he smiled as a pretty ginger-haired girl drifted silently into the room.
"Hallo, Doctor. Your receptionist sent me along to see you. My name's Oral Orifice."
"That's an unusual name."
"Yes, my parents named after the way I was conceived, but I've never understood what they meant."
"After the way you were conceived? I don't see how oral... anyway, how can I help you?" he asked, gazing at her extremely short blue miniskirt.
"Well, I've been suffering from a vaginal complaint for some time now, but my GP tells me that it's psychosomatic."
"Yes, some vaginal complaints are psychosomatically psychosomatic. What is the complaint, exactly?" Larry asked, patting the couch. "Lie down and I'll have a look at you."
"It's strange, but I have a sort of numb feeling around my... well, around my clitoris," she said, lying on the couch.
"Numb? That's unusual for such a sensitive area. Is your clitoris numb, or just the surrounding flesh?"
"My clitoris is fine, as sensitive as ever!"
"OK, lift your skirt up and slip your panties down," he smiled. Here we go again.
Gazing in awe at her shaved pussy crack as she tugged her skirt up over her stomach and pulled her knickers down to her knees, Larry frowned. His suspicion rising as she began to unbutton her blouse, he moved to the window and peered through the crack in the curtain. The coast seemed clear, he mused, returning to the girl's side. But it had seemed clear the night before.
