Doctor's Orders

by Deanna Ashford

  Zara rolled over, then looked up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. ‘Let’s not bother with this,’ she said, casting her towel aside. She glanced at his name tag. ‘You really are a very good looking guy, Colin,’ she added, her violet eyes softening.

  Was this an unspoken invitation to intimacy, Colin asked himself as he stared at her naked body: lush full breasts with rosy tipped nipples and a slightly rounded belly, marred at present by the bruises of surgery, but enticing all the same. He swallowed hard as his gaze fastened on the triangle of dark gold curls at her groin. The sudden rush of lust he experienced was almost overwhelming. His cock stiffened into a rigid rod. Now highly visible as it pressed against his tight-fitting white cotton trousers. Yet he dare not glance down, dare not look Zara in the face, or express how horny he was feeling.

  ‘You’re too kind, Miss Dawn.’ He turned away, concentrating on pouring more oil into his palm.

  ‘Do I embarrass you?’ She folded her hands behind her head, bringing the lush breast into even greater prominence.

  Colin struggled against the rising tide of lust, the sudden need to rip off his clothes and fling himself on top of her. ‘This is my job. Naked bodies don’t disturb me,’ he replied, trying to sound professional, and in full control.

  He began to massage her front, sliding his hands up each arm, then concentrating on her midriff, all the while sternly reminding himself he was a professional and this was part of his job. There was talk in the hospital, much of it about the goings on between staff and patients in the West Wing. Colin had never worked there, and he kept himself apart from the gossip, the tales of sexual proclivity. Now he began to wonder if the fanciful tales were maybe true. For the first time he was allowing himself to be seduced by the sexual attractions of one of his own patients.

  Almost of their own accord, he found his fingers creeping upwards, until they were just brushing the undersides of her magnificent breasts. Zara uttered no words of protest, on the contrary she gave a soft moan of encouragement. Colin’s hands slid higher, cupping her bosom. Becoming bolder, he stroked and kneaded her breasts, until they were slick and shiny with the aromatic oil. His hands trembled as he circled her rosy brown nipples, squeezing the firm peaks, rubbing and pulling at then until they darkened and hardened.

  ‘You have magic in your fingers, Colin.’ A half-smile hovered at her lips, as she took hold of his wrist, leading his hand downwards to rest on her quivering belly. ‘Lower,’ she softly commanded.

  Colin needed no more encouragement. He caressed her stomach, and meshed his oil-covered fingers in her silky pubic curls. Restlessly Zara moved her hips and opened her thighs. Light-headed with excitement, Colin slid his fingers into the dark cleft of her sex. The flesh felt warm and deliciously moist as he eagerly explored her pussy, pausing to play with her swollen clitoris until she moaned with pleasure.

  ‘Are you sure?’ he asked, his voice thick with passion.

  ‘Yes,’ she groaned. ‘Frig me.’

  Colin thrust three bunched fingers into her hot wet depths, burying them as deep as he could. She groaned again, lifting her hips upwards as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.

  ‘Does that feel good?’ He was filled with the need to remove his fingers, replacing them with his hungry cock, bury it deep inside her hot, tight cave of pleasure. Instead he clenched his teeth, held back on his own desires and moved his fingers harder and faster.

  ‘Oh, yes.’ She bucked against the movements of his hand, as he finger-fucked her in a smooth erotic rhythm, crying out with pleasure as he pressed his thumb down on her clit again.

  Colin’s breath came in short urgent gasps. He tried to rub his cock against the side of the bed, wanting to somehow relieve the pressure gathering inside his groin, all the while doing his best to imagine that his dick was buried deep inside her sex. She climaxed, her flesh contracting around his fingers in deliciously tight waves. Colin was hard-pressed to hold back his groan of agony, consumed by the need to quench his own physical frustration.

  As her orgasm died away, Zara collapsed limply against the pillows, her beautiful face flushed in the aftermath of her spent passion. Colin meanwhile lifted his come-covered fingers to his face, and inhaled her musky, sexy odour, longing to spend hours making slow sensual love to her and spend long erotic nights in her bed. Yet he was conscious that he could never aspire to such precious delights. He could never expect more than the brief intimacy of this moment from this famous and beautiful woman.

  ‘Thank you, Colin,’ she said softly, making no move to cover her naked body as she stared at him with her hypnotic violet eyes.

  ‘Perhaps you’d like to rest, or maybe take a shower?’ he suggested, his voice shaking slightly, still acutely conscious of his own frustrations, his aching prick crudely distending his tight white trousers. He didn’t want to leave her, yet he was desperate to find a private place and spend a few precious minutes masturbating himself to his long-needed climax.

  ‘A cold shower?’ she teased, sitting up and eyeing the bulge at his groin.

  ‘I could obviously do with an ice-cold one.’ He gave a twisted grin.

  ‘Why waste that on a cold shower.’ She wriggled to the side of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor. Her legs were wide open, and she seemed unconcerned by the fact that he got a perfect view of her delicious pink quim peeping out of its halo of golden curls. Colin swallowed hard, his heart beating out of control.

  ‘Miss Dawn,’ he weakly protested as she pulled him between her outstretched thighs.

  ‘Don’t you think you know me well enough now to call me Zara?’ Colin couldn’t believe this was happening as she eased down his elastic waisted trousers, followed by his brief white pants. ‘Very impressive.’ She stared at his rigid cock. ‘You don’t disappoint me, Colin.’

  His belly was flat and firm. His cock large, pulsing with life, a dewdrop of fluid glinting on the tip of its head. A thatch of dark brown pubic hair surrounded the thick column, partially concealing his full balls as they dangled enticingly between his muscular thighs.

  Zara curved her fingers around the base of his dick, her long red fingernails standing out vividly against his flesh. Slowly she slid her hand up and down the engorged shaft, exciting Colin beyond belief.

  His legs trembled and the pace of her breathing increased as he watched her run her pink tongue slowly over her lower lip. Then, holding his cock just beneath the glans, she kissed the pulsing head, lapping up the dewdrop of clear fluid. She dug her tongue into the tiny slit, burrowing deeper until his dick twitched with pleasure and his balls automatically tightened, aching for their release. Pulling his cock-head into her mouth, she sucked on it hard, twining her tongue sensuously around the rim of the glans, while her hands sought his balls, cupping their heaviness, caressing them gently.

  Colin struggled to constrain his response, his body so aroused he could hardly contain himself. The pleasure was rising steadily, threatening to burst free and spurt out of control. Yet, he was desperate to savour this moment, as he stared hungrily at Zara’s pussy, the moist pink lips splaying out between her open thighs. Soon the constant pleasuring of hand and mouth, sent his senses spiralling. He was unable to hold back the steadily rising pressure building inside him, and he felt it burst free as he pumped his seed deep inside Zara’s willing throat.

  She swallowed the salty emanations, then released his dick from the hot wet cavern of her mouth. Daintily she licked her lips. ‘They say that spunk is the best beauty treatment a woman can have,’ she said, smiling up at Colin.

  His legs still shaking from the strength of his orgasm, he pulled up his pants then his trousers, suddenly realising that he’d lost all sense of time and space. One of the nurses could walk in at any moment. ‘I don’t know what to say.’ He looked down at her beautiful body, her skin still slick and shiny with oil placed there with his own hands.

  ‘Then don’t say anything.’

  As he stepped back, she took hold
of her nightgown and slipped it over her head. She stood up, letting it fall over her body. ‘In future, Colin, I would prefer it if you could attend to me personally. Is that allowed?’

  ‘My patient’s needs always come first,’ he told her, hardly able to believe his luck.

  ‘I’m glad to hear that. I think I’ll be needing your attention on a regular basis while I’m here,’ she added, a warm smile lighting up her face.

  Chapter Four

  WHEN SANDRA ENTERED Christopher’s room, she found him sitting in an armchair by the window wearing a thick, white towelling robe.

  ‘You’ve not touched your meal, you naughty boy,’ she admonished, looking at the tray placed on a nearby table.

  ‘I wasn’t hungry.’ His voiced sounded a little strained. He pulled apart his robe to reveal his reddened, swollen penis, the flesh looked shiny and impossibly hard. ‘My cock feels close to bursting,’ he groaned stiffening anxiously as the slight movement he made put even greater pressure on his over-full anus. ‘It’s deliciously uncomfortable.’

  ‘Has the waiting been good?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes,’ he confirmed. ‘Agonising.’

  ‘I’m pleased to hear that.’

  Sandra still wore her crisp navy-blue uniform with its starched collar and tight cuffs. Slowly she undid the garment, taking her time, knowing that Christopher was desperate to see what she was wearing underneath. Hearing his indrawn hiss of breath, she knew she hadn’t disappointed him, as she dropped the dress on the floor.

  ‘You look gorgeous,’ Christopher muttered, two spots of colour appearing high on his cheeks.

  She stood in front of him wearing only the tight, black rubber corset, hold-up stockings, and impossibly high black stiletto-heeled shoes. The corset had been a gift from him, when he’d arrived at the hospital over a week ago, and it was the first time Sandra had chosen to wear it. The rubber was firm and thick enough to be incredibly constricting, giving her an even more accentuated hourglass shape. When she had first tried to put it on she’d been surprised; it proved so tight around her waist that she’d been forced to ask her erstwhile lover, Justin, to help fasten the clips at the back. The garment cupped her breasts, holding them out at an impossibly sharp angle to her body. In the centre of each cup was a small round hole, only a few inches across in size, allowing her nipples and a little of the surrounding flesh to bulge out of the opening. Her nipples were made to look larger, even more pronounced. The only other opening was a narrow slit extending from just above her pussy lips, to halfway up her buttocks, allowing access to both orifices at the same time.

  The rubber had a strong odour and Christopher sniffed appreciatively as he stared in awe at the vision of delight. ‘I’ve never seen you look more sexy,’ he confessed, as he ran hungry eyes over her voluptuous form clad in the obscenely attractive rubber corset. ‘Or more dangerous,’ he added, glancing at the small whip she held in her hand. Its short leather strands were tipped by tiny gold beads that would deliver a stinging agony to his already abused flesh.

  ‘There’s more.’ She cracked the whip against her hip, and opened her legs wide so that he could see her shaved pussy in all its naked glory. Sandra’s inner labial lips were extraordinarily large, and the pink frill peeped decoratively out of the narrow slit of her sex.

  ‘Wonderful,’ he groaned, clearly unable to tear his eyes from the delectable sight. Christopher’s breathing quickened as Sandra lifted one foot and rested it on the arm of his chair. The tight rubber pressed deeply into her pussy lips, and her pink purse gaped crudely open exposing all its treasures to Christopher’s gaze.

  ‘You promise to do exactly as you are told?’ she asked as he stared transfixed at her open quim.

  ‘Of course, matron,’ he agreed enthusiastically.

  Sandra took him by the hand and led him to a wooden, straight-backed, armless chair which she kept in his room just for this specific purpose. ‘Sit,’ she curtly commended.

  Christopher sat tentatively down, the hard seat deliberately chosen to put even more pressure on the white plug still filling his anus. Sandra smiled cruelly as she straddled his legs, pulling apart her pussy lips with her fingers. Slowly she shafted herself on his rigid cock, and as her hot moistness engulfed him Christopher gave a strangled groan.

  ‘Now touch my tits,’ she ordered, allowing her full weight to rest on his trembling legs.

  Christopher leaned forwards, eager to please Sandra. He pulled and tweaked her nipples, pinching them hard until she reached the plateau where pain and pleasure intertwined. In response, Sandra tensed, squeezing his aching cock with her hot moist flesh, bringing him painfully close to the climax he craved, but which she knew he’d never achieve. His balls were bound far too firmly to his body, the rubber too tight around the base of his cock.

  She was certain his tortuous agony was reaching its point of perfection as he sucked hungrily on her left nipple, attempting to force more of her breast out of the tight opening. The teat and surrounding flesh turned a deep ruby red, and her nipple felt as though it might burst with pleasure.

  ‘Greedy boy,’ she gasped, lifting her hips, half unsheathing his cock, then pressing herself down hard again, grinding her pelvis against the smooth rubber. She began to move, bouncing up and down until Christopher winced in pain, finding the intense friction almost unbearable as his body cried out for its release.

  ‘Let me come soon,’ he pleaded, his senses now aroused to fever pitch.

  ‘Poor baby,’ Sandra mocked in a voice so wicked it made him shiver with pleasure.

  ‘I beg of you, matron,’ he whimpered, ‘You don’t usually force me to wait this long.’

  Sandra laughed softly, and stood up very, very slowly. His cock reappeared, achingly hard still, and now shiny with her juices.

  ‘Don’t move yet,’ she snapped. Stepping back she flicked the whip, caressing him with the gold-tipped strands. The tiny gold balls inflicted a stinging agony that excited Christopher beyond belief. Expertly she applied the whip again, three times in all, until every inch of his cock had been touched by the scalding bliss.

  Christopher shuddered, and uttered a plaintive moan. ‘I beg of you, I can’t stand any more.’

  He slid to his knees in front of her, looking so appealing and submissive that she almost felt pity for her adoring slave. ‘First you must kiss my pussy, slide your tongue deep inside my cunt,’ she said, flicking the strands of the whip across his back.

  Christopher lifted his head, pressing his cheeks against her shaved pussy, eagerly sliding his tongue between her rosy lips, running it caressingly along the moist pink valley. He lapped hungrily at her clitoris, sending a shaft of pleasure through her entire sex. Then he pursed his lips, pulling her clit inside his mouth and sucking on it hard.

  ‘I said put your tongue in my cunt,’ she said sternly, repressing a shiver as his tongue slid deep inside her vagina, searching and probing like a live slippery snake. Christopher’s face was pressed hard against her vulva, his breathing restricted, but still he did as he was ordered, twisting and pressing, caressing her vagina in a smooth swirling motion until she felt the inescapable pleasure starting to well up inside her.

  Christopher knew very well how close she was to coming as he boldly lifted his hand and pinched her clitoris between his fingertips. Sandra stiffened and immediately forced herself to pull away. Her sudden movement surprised Christopher, obliging him to put his hands to the floor to prevent himself from falling over. ‘Have I displeased you, matron?’

  ‘You didn’t do exactly as you were told, did you, Christopher?’ she said coldly as she perched her buttocks on the side of the bed. Opening her thighs, she trailed the strands of the whip across her open pussy, expertly flicking the lash so that the tiny beads kissed her open quim. Sharp needles of pain increased the pressure inside her sex, and she gave a soft, sobbing sigh. Inverting the whip, she slid the thick leather-covered handle deep inside her body, thrusting it in and out, hard and fast, while Christopher
stared at her, not daring to say a word.

  It felt good, but the handle was way too small to give Sandra the complete stimulation she craved. Lifting her hand, she beckoned to Christopher. ‘Come here.’

  He struggle to his feet, his straining cock beating rapid tattoo against his rubber pants as he stepped towards her. ‘Can I take them off now?’ he begged.

  ‘Be quick about it,’ she snapped, dropping the whip on the carpet.

  Christopher never took his eyes off her as he struggled to remove the constricting pants, moving quite stiffly as the dildo remained in his anus. He rolled the rubber downwards like a snake slowly shedding its skin, leaving his flesh pink and shiny, scored in places by the tightness of the rubber. He threw the sweat-stained garment on to the floor and rubbed his crushed balls with the palm of his hand.

  ‘Do you want to remove the plug?’ Sandra asked, already knowing his answer. Christopher enjoyed the intrusion, the ever present sensation of fullness, the constant internal chafing that acted like an aphrodisiac on his senses.

  ‘No,’ he said stepping hesitantly towards her.

  Sandra let herself fall back across the bed. Her corset was laced so tight that in this position she could only take shallow breaths. But she found the constriction pleasing, and it seemed to make every facet of her senses even more acute.

  She felt Christopher grab hold of her thighs and thrust his cock inside her with a satisfied grunt. Reaching downwards she captured his wrists and placed his hands where she wanted them, on her breasts. He knew exactly what she wanted, and immediately grabbed her nipples, twisting and compressing them until the discomfort became almost unbearable. All the time his thrusts were growing more vigorous, more urgent, increasing the heat inside her quim. Christopher’s pounding cock was inflicting his own erotic punishment on her, retaliation for the many tortuous hours he’d spent waiting for this one exquisite moment.