"Don't… talk like that," she said, starting to breathe hard again, feeling the champagne bubbles tingling in her bloodstream once more. "I didn't mean any of the things I said."

"You got all the nurses at med school to go down on you, did you? Those stupid little nurses, all impressed by your medical talent, impressed enough for you to get them to suck your cunt. Did you eat them too, Joyce? Do you like licking cunt as much as you like having yours licked for you?"

"No, no, no," she moaned. "It wasn't like that at all." She was getting quite hot again. It was his fingers, and the smell of his male body so close beside her as she lay there giddy and confused on the table. "It was just one time. Months and months ago. An impromptu party. Too much wine. We played strip poker, and… and there was some horseplay. Nothing more. Oh, Doctor. Oh, Phil. Do it to me now. I'm so ready. I'll be good to you."

"Do what?" he said, twiddling her clit again, reawakening all her vigorous lusts before they had a chance to go properly to sleep for a while. "Lick your twat some more? I've had about enough of that."

"No, fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck my cunt," she said, and she smiled and took her hands from her face, wanting to see him now to add to the lust that was already wonderfully out of

control again.

"You be good to me first," he said, and the smile froze on her face, for there was his cock staring her right in the face.

CHAPTER TWO

The sight of Dr. Morgan's cock startled Joyce, but only for a moment. He'd dropped his pants and now its big rosy head, wet with his seminal oozings, was thrust through the doctor's white coat.