"Ungggh! Ungggh! Oh, Mr. Hughes!"

He spread her pussy folds delicately with his fingers, exposing the bright, cum-stained pinkness within. Then he went back to lovingly licking and lapping, except that his tongue was moving up higher now, touching her clit. Rachel stiffened as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive little bud. The next thing she knew, the patient was fingerfucking her pussy and sucking her clit at the same time.

"Ungggh! Ungggh! Oh, fuck, feels good! Feels so good!"

Rachel was beyond trying to resist. Her huge tits started jiggling again, bouncing and slapping together wildly as she humped her buns off the couch. She gasped and whimpered, clutching Hughes head with both hands, thrusting her wet, throbbing pussy onto his mouth.

"Suck my cunt, Sir! Ungggh! Feels so good! Suck my horny little cunt!"

"What on earth is the meaning of this!"

Rachel gasped, pushing Hughes away and spinning her head to the door. She only needed one glance to know it was too late.

Dr. Hankison had returned from the bank.

CHAPTER TWO

"I can't even imagine the right word or phrase to describe the likes of you," Hankison was saying ten minutes later. The handsome, heartless thirty-three year-old reclined in the big swivel chair behind his desk, staring at Rachel coldly, drumming his fingers on the desk top. "Tramp? Nymphomaniac? Runaround? Gutter slut?"

Gosh, what a mean, ol' rectum, Rachel thought peevishly. But the humiliated teen just sat there with her head bowed and didn't say anything. She'd wrestled herself back into her uniform, though her bra, panties and stockings were still crumpled on the floor in the examination room. And she could still feel Hughes' jizz dribbling out of her cunt.