Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2007 13:20:09 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Satisfaction Guaranteed 3

PREFACE:

Satisfaction Guaranteed was among the first stories I ever wrote. It is a
scenario that I find very exciting and come back to frequently [i.e. doctor
- patient sex]. The patient in this story was originally created for my
story `An Educated Tongue'. If you'd like to read about Dianne and Jill
that's where you'll find them.

I am always happy to receive and respond to constructive criticism and
ideas. This is much better than the first two parts. I hope you enjoy it.


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Louise took the call from Universal Underwriters and made careful note of
the conversation with the very business like woman who'd called. When the
last appointment of the day left she journeyed down the hall and stood in
her boss's open doorway. "I got a call from Universal this afternoon." She
announced without preamble.

"Oh." Doctor Susan Morgan acknowledged looking up from her notes.

"Apparently they've taken over the coverage for Jessup and Associates and
want to know if you can do some of the intake physicals."

"You'd know better than I would. How's the schedule look over the next few
weeks?" the doctor challenged.

"There are plenty of openings without putting out any regular patients."

"Are you sure? Jessup is pretty big ya know. How many exams are they
talking about?"

"They want to get it all done quickly, like in the next two weeks if
possible, so they're going to split the business up between as many
physicians as they need. Brenda said she called us first to see how many we
were prepared to handle. What do you want me to tell her?" the office
manager asked.

"You know how well they pay. I'd be a fool not to take their money. Figure
out how many we can accommodate but leave some room for emergencies. I
don't mind doing a little overtime for a week if need be." The doctor heard
the `cha-ching' in the back of her mind.

"Jessup's going to eat the possibility of evening appointments up with a
spoon!" the attractive young woman leaning on the door post informed. Then
she turned and headed back down the short hall. Susan watched the enticing
sway of her assistant's hips under the modest length pleated skirt. `I
gotta get her up on the table one of these days' she decided returning to
her paperwork.

On her way to the door Doctor Morgan donned her expensive custom made suede
jacket `It's nearly impossible to get anything off the rack that fits over
my boobs. If it goes over my chest it's three sizes too big in the
shoulders' the thought was running through her mind as she arrived at the
front desk. She was surprised to see her office manager still working "Go
home Louise" She commanded as she opened the door to the outside hall.

"I'm almost done" The woman replied tapping on the keyboard. "We, that is
you, can do fifty in two weeks if you do one a day after regular hours;
OK?"

"Sounds fine. Goodnight." Susan was out the door.

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Dianne Perez got the e-mail informing her of the change of insurance
companies on Monday morning. The message explained that all employees would
be required to under go a physical exam to qualify for benefits under the
new plan. Immediately a swarm of butterflies took flight in her
stomach. There were phone numbers of doctors who had been contracted to do
the examinations at the bottom of the script. Dianne filed it in her `To
Do' folder and put the distressing news out of her mind. Another of her
messages was from Jill Bern, the woman she had shared a room, and quite a
bit more with, at the Administrative Assistant's conference last month. The
auburn haired beauty felt her heart jump as she opened the message. Jill
was suggesting that they get together for lunch later in the week; to let
her know what would be a good day. Dianne felt the temperature rise, most
noticeably under her skirt. The tall blonde had introduced her to a whole
new world of pleasure at the conference, but although she had never
experienced sexual pleasure like that she was resisting the idea that she
was a lesbian. She decided to just put Jill off for a while.

Near the end of the day she plucked up her courage and opened the insurance
e-mail again. She simply chose the first doctor on the list. If she wanted
an appointment this week the only opening was Thursday after
five. Apparently not many of her co-workers were interested in doing the
mandatory chore on their own time. The anxious young woman needed it to be
as soon as possible. She simply couldn't bear to stress over it for a whole
week. By the time she had put the appointment in her calendar it was time
to leave. To alleviate the churning in her tummy she turned her thoughts to
what she was going to make for dinner.

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Dianne arrived for her five fifteen appointment at five o'clock. On shaky
and shapely legs she walked to the reception area at the back of the small
waiting room. The attractive red head behind the counter seemed to be
preparing to leave. As soon as the new patient arrived at the counter
Louise said "Hello miz Perez, you're a little early."

"Punctuality is a virtue" the admin assistant philosophized, surprised by
how calm her voice sounded.

"Well you`ll be rewarded this time because Doctor Morgan is ready for you,
If you'll follow me please." The office manager opened the door to the rear
portion of the medical suite and proceeded down the hall. Dianne fell into
uneasy step behind her. `I haven't seen a wiggle like that in a long time'
she thought, trying to distract herself, as the woman in the tight blue
skirt preceded her. She was ashamed of herself when the sight caused a
slight bump in her pussy and she realized that it was the wrong sort of
distraction. Louise opened a door to an examination room and stood aside
while the tiny but busty young woman entered. "Have a seat the doctor will
be with you in a moment." With that she closed the door. The butterflies
were swarming again.

Dianne didn't need to analyze her phobia for doctors. Doctors were not the
essential problem. The fact she had been trying to come to grips with since
she was twelve was that; she was `easy'. Not mentally but physically. She
hated the fact that a mere touch could get her going. She'd lost countless
boy friends over the last ten years because of her fear of physical
intimacy. Men flocked to her like bees to honey because of her stunning
good looks, but soon gave up when they discovered it was strictly look but
don't touch. Usually within a month, two for the more persistent ones, they
concluded she was frigid and moved on. They couldn't have been more wrong.

When she did allow contact her ability to retain any kind of control was
exceptionally limited. That's how the hotel room episode with her co-worker
had happened. The night with Jill had compounded an already vexing
problem. Up until then she had righteously thought it was only men she had
to worry about. Dianne now realized what a faulty assumption that had
been. She knew full well, before that thrilling experience, that she could
arouse the same uncontrollable lust with her own hands. She'd hardly been
able to get undressed for bed in the last ten years without the urgent need
to masturbate. A need she succumbed to more often than not. Her body simply
could not distinguish between innocent touching or even a medical
examination and foreplay.

Avoiding the kind of physical contact that lit up her limbic system in her
daily life wasn't that difficult, usually. With a doctor the level of
contact was entirely out of her control. She'd endured the embarrassment of
her rampant spontaneous arousal during mandatory medical procedures
before. She knew she'd embarrassed, and maybe shocked more than one doctor
too. `I can't be the only one who's like this' she stressed. `There's
probably a medical reason, an explanation, maybe even a treatment for
it. Can I find the courage to ask Doctor Morgan?'

Louise poked her head into her boss's office "she's here" she announced
with a grin. The doctor stood up behind her desk and started toward the
door "I think you're gonna enjoy this" she added stepping out of Susan's
way. Doctor Morgan gave her a wry smile as she passed. "I'm leaving now so
you're all alone. I'll lock up on my way out" Louise called after her
boss. The assistant watched the white coated physician extended a hand over
her shoulder in acknowledgement.  As soon as the doctor disappeared into
the room, the office manager exited the medical suite locking the door
behind her as promised.

Susan very quickly saw what her assistant meant. She took in the gorgeous
young woman seated at the far side of the room in one expert glance. The
pretty face and large brown eyes were framed with nicely coiffed auburn
chin length hair. She wore a blue blazer and white blouse with a ruffled
neck. The blazer was not able to hide the prominent bust. Her patient sat
in her beige knee length pleated skirt with her knees pressed tightly
together and her hands clasped in her lap. Her nervousness was
palpable. "Hi I'm Susan Morgan" the doctor said extending her hand. The shy
admin assistant rose politely and shook the extended hand with the firm
grip she'd been drilled on. The doctor unexpectedly clasped Dianne's hand
with her left hand as well. Holding Dianne's tiny right hand in both of
hers she felt it shaking. "Just relax miz Perez. This is all very routine
stuff; nothing to get nervous about." Dianne's forced smile revealed her
continued misgivings. Susan held onto the hand and surveyed the young woman
now standing `very petit build except for those knockers' she recognized
before finally releasing the woman's hand and taking her seat.

For the next several minutes the doctor asked questions and filled in the
medical history part of the insurance form. Turning the booklet over, she
arrived at the physical findings format. "When did your last period
finish?" Susan asked looking into her patients wide eyes.

"Uh, I finished on Monday" Dianne replied. She knew she was blushing and
rebuked herself for it `For God's sake Di' this is a doctor!'

"Good" doctor Morgan replied "I'll just step out while you change into the
gown." The doctor saw the look of pure terror on her patient's face. `Wow'
she thought `what's up with her?' Susan was not sure if her patient was
going to breakdown in tears any second. Trying to read Dianne's mind; "Or
if you'd prefer we can just sort of open things up as we go; so to speak"
she offered the only alternative she could think of. This brought
noticeable relief to her patient's face.

"I...I, that would be...uh, I'd rather, uh, do it that way." Dianne choked
out, feeling some of the burden lift.

"Then that's the way we'll do it" the doctor agreed, all the while thinking
`you're still gonna wind up pretty much naked missy.'

Susan looked in her ears and throat first and felt the glands in her
neck. When she was satisfied above the shoulders she applied a blood
pressure cuff over the sleeve of Dianne's blouse.

"It's a bit higher than I'd like to see but I know you're very nervous so
that's probably why" the doctor said taking the stethoscope from her ears
then removing the Velcro-ed cuff. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart
and lungs so I need you to open your blouse for me." Dianne willed her
hands to be steady as she began to unfasten the buttons. It didn't
work. Her shaky hands struggled awkwardly with each one. "May I help?" the
doctor asked but instead of waiting for a reply she simply started at the
button below the one her patient was fumbling with. The team had the blouse
pulled out of the skirt and hanging in two halves in seconds. Dianne took a
deep breath as Susan parted the white cotton. The plain nylon bra with its
supportive under wire held her twin beauties out like they were on a
tray. Doctor Morgan consciously fought the urge to gawk.

The nervous young woman closed her eyes and employed the relaxation
breathing techniques she'd learned. `Slowly, slowly, in and out; in through
the nose out through the mouth, nice and regular' she told herself. She
could feel the metal disc moving over her upper chest. Suddenly the disc
was on her rib cage below her breasts. Each time the doctor repositioned
the pick up, the back of her hand brushed against the underside of the
plump melon above. It was minor and apparently unintentional contact but it
was causing the hyper sensitive woman's nipples to tingle. `Oh no!' she
worried `How are you going to deal with it when she touches them on
purpose.' The change was not lost on the doctor who immediately observed
the appearance of the little bump through the thin material of the
bra. Susan's hand was on her patient's shoulder when she said "Turn for me
please." Now with her back to the taller woman she felt the hand holding
the end of the stethoscope go up under her blouse and start moving around
her back. She felt the hand exit out the bottom again quite suddenly. "I'm
sorry; I'm going to have to ask you to take your blouse off. The sound of
the scope rubbing on the cloth is killing my ears."

Dianne was glad the cuffs fit over her tiny hands without having to make a
fool of herself with the damn buttons again. Once the shirt was off the
doctor took it from her and hung it over the back of the desk chair. Again
the trembling patient concentrated on her breathing stalling the
inevitable. After a few breathing commands from the doctor who was
listening to her lung function, she felt the pick up of the scope leave for
the last time. "I'll do the breast exam next" doctor Morgan announced as
casually as if she were ordering a coffee. "I'll just undo this for you"
she continued before her patient had fully digested the original
statement. When the first part of the statement hit home Dianne felt a hot
wave of undetermined origin rush up through her body. When she felt the
doctor's fingers on the hooks of her bra her breathing exercises fell
apart. She found herself gulping air as if she were afraid there wasn't
going to be enough. Sensing her patient's increased level of anxiety Susan
said in her most calming bedside tone "Just relax." Shaking and gasping the
panicking patient felt the last of her upper body covering sliding down her
forearms. "Miz Perez, it's going to be very hard to conduct the examination
with you in such an agitated state. Is there anything I can do to make you
more comfortable?" Susan asked as she inspected the lovely round melons
with their flat two inch diameter dark brown areolas pointing straight at
her. The petit woman's chest wasn't wide enough for them so the fleshy
globes nearly touched each other at their widest point.

Dianne's mind fought against her body's natural reactions creating the
turmoil that manifested itself as in the quivering. `You're going to have
to be honest' Dianne realized `It's never been quite this bad before. Maybe
it's because I'm trying so hard to control it. You wanted to see if there
was a medical cause, something that can be treated, the only way to find
out is to tell her what the problem is.' With a deep sigh she began
haltingly. "Ever since I reached puberty I've been extremely sensitive to
any kind of touch. I, I ... can't help it but when anyone starts touching
me I um...uh get turned on [sob] I just can't help it." The doctor could
see the tears welling up in the large brown eyes.

"It sounds like a form of aphephobia; almost the opposite actually." Susan
offered. "Are you already becoming aroused?" the doctor queried feeling a
tightening in her crotch.

"Um...uh... not yet..." the half naked woman responded. `Be honest!'
Dianne's mind threatened her as she felt an undeniable surge in her
pussy. "Well maybe just a little."

"You have this problem chronically or just in medical situations?"

"Yes...uh I mean no" the shaky woman couldn't figure out how to respond to
the poorly worded question. "I, I have it, uh, all the time, it... it's
just worse in... [sob]" Susan had the urge to hug the pitiful young woman
to comfort her but realized that it was probably a bad idea even if she
weren't standing there with her naked boobs on full display.

"So you've experienced this before during an examination; what ultimately
happens? Do you have an orgasm?"

"No... oh God...oh, that hasn't happened yet."

"Do you think it would help?" Dianne's jaw dropped and she tried to
comprehend what the doctor had just said. `Is she suggesting I should just
let myself cum?' The very thought made her feel dizzy and the throb in her
womanhood that she had so valiantly been trying not to think about turned
up the volume.

"What... what..." the beleaguered woman stammered.

"I'm just wondering if you gave in to the urges if that would allow you to
calm down." Doctor Morgan felt her nipples stiffen and the heat between her
legs rise at her own suggestion. `This is like my dream patient!" she
thought, immediately followed by `Be careful what you wish for.' She
watched her agitated patient's face trying to gauge her reaction. She could
almost see the wheels spinning behind the misty brown eyes. "Do you find
that after you climax your sensitivity and arousal subside; at least
temporarily?" the doctor asked, as if to explain her proposition. Susan
could not keep her eyes from flitting back and forth from the woman's
tortured face to her magnificent chest. `This can't be helping' she
acknowledged and struggled to maintain eye contact.

Dianne let her mind consider the idea of giving in. Her body reacted very
positively to the thought. She felt her nipples rising and luxurious warmth
developing in her lower abdomen. Her shaking began to diminish and serenity
began to wash over her. `May be that is the answer! Just give in; let it
go.' she pondered. `Why not? ...Because it's still embarrassing.... But she
knows anyway and she just gave you permission.

The doctor had kept her hands in the pockets of her coat for two
reasons. She wanted to keep her hands warm for the immanent contact with
her patient's wonderful breasts, and it gave her an opportunity to
surreptitiously press on her achy mons. When her hands touched the outsides
of the young woman's breasts miz Perez naturally flinched. "Easy" Susan
assured in a calming voice. Dianne felt as though something had melted very
low down in her tummy. It was like melted wax was being poured over her
tingling pussy. The horny physician began her own style of breast
examination. This one was unlikely to be sanctioned by the AMA any time
soon. Lifting and squeezing the pliant orbs she observed the rapid
extension of the nipple from the now pebbly looking areola. She felt her
patient's knees dip and saw that her eyes were closed and her face was
contorted again, but not with anxiety this time.

"I think we better get you sitting down." Susan remarked and took her young
plaything by the upper arms, guiding her toward the examination
table. Dianne's coordination surprised the doctor when she readily mounted
the step for the high table, pivoted and boosted onto her toes to get her
tiny butt high enough to slide back onto the paper covered surface. The
topless woman's body was on autopilot. She was no longer conscious of where
she was. Her mind was being almost completely consumed by the feelings
emanating from her chest. When the risk of collapse had been dealt with
Doctor Morgan returned to her `examination'. She tested the firmness and
pliability of the fleshy globes then her thumb and forefinger closed on the
peg protruding at the top.

The pressure on the second and third most sensitive parts of her body sent
an electric shock to number one. The three pleasure sites were hard wired
together. Dianne groaned loudly and unselfconsciously as she ground her
butt into the surface of the table. "They're very sensitive aren't they?"
the doctor whispered as she continued to squeeze and tug on the rubbery
pegs. "Do you play with them when you pleasure yourself?" The stimulation
was sending a steady stream of joy through her clit that captivated all her
mental faculties. She was barely aware that the doctor was speaking. Any
possibility of intelligible response was out of the question. The question
was rhetorical anyway Susan Morgan could clearly see her patient climbing
steadily up the mountain toward the ecstatic summit.

Dianne felt as though the airplane she was riding in had hit a massive air
pocket. There was sinking, almost queasy feeling in her stomach when the
doctor's fingers released her nipples. Her tits yearned for the stimulation
to return. The physician had taken hold of her upper arms and was rotating
her body around. Her body felt fluid, moldable, like a child's toy. She
heard the crunch of the paper very close when the back of her head touched
down on the examination table's surface; more crunching as her legs were
manipulated in line with her reclining torso. Her breasts were positively
demanding homage so she provided it, gripping the stiff tips between her
fingers and the heel of her hand. In the meantime Susan had flipped the tan
skirt up onto her belly exposing the white bikinis with the saturated
crotch gusset. Gripping the waistband of the undergarment the doctor began
to pull them down. "Lift a little" she whispered in an urgent tone.

It was unlikely that the nearly naked woman heard her. She had spoken much
too softly and Dianne's sensory inputs were far too busy to accept audio at
this time. It was more likely some reflex that raised her hips to
facilitate the removal of her knickers. The appearance of the glistening
pink vulva sent a jolt directly to Susan's trembling womanhood. She simply
had to reach under her skirt and massage her pounding cooch. It came as no
surprise that squeezing her mons did not relieve the pressure but rather
spread it like a table spoon of butter in a hot frying pan. Her expert eye
scanned her patient's pudendum; pubic hair removed leaving a rectangular
`landing strip' at the top, plump mons and labia majora; labia minora
protruding just slightly and looking very bright pink and open like flower
petals. A large prepuce at the top pushed out past the connecting labia,
forecasting the substantial size of the glans it protected.

Doctor Morgan grasped Dianne's ankles one by one and positioned them in the
padded stirrups. Then she pulled her low examination stool over and sat
between the slender thighs. Reaching forward she took hold of the exposed
woman's hips and applied pressure, pulling them and the leaking pubes
toward the end of the table. "Slide down honey" the doctor encouraged. When
her hips were nearly off the end of the table Susan ran her hands down the
insides of the silky smooth thighs very slowly. To Dianne it felt like a
bow being drawn across violin strings. Her pussy was singing. The doctor's
hands snaked under the nearly vertical thighs and around the tiny hips
approaching the woman's vulva from the top. Gently she applied outward and
upward pressure on the outer lips. The engorged flesh parted and the
clitoral hood retracted to reveal its marble size treasure shimmering a
much paler shade of pink than the surrounding tissue. Susan gazed at the
magnificent glans and wondered if she'd ever seen a bigger one. She didn't
think she had. `Size doesn't matter' she reminded herself `there's eight
thousand nerve endings there no matter how big or small the erectile tissue
is.' From her prospective the more surface area, the more there was to play
with.

Inhaling the fresh invigorating aroma she applied her tongue very
delicately to the petals of the inner lips. "Ahhh...uhhh" came the guttural
sound from Dianne's throat. It was some indescribable combination of a
scream and a groan. It was only the second time in her life that a woman's
tongue had made contact with her genitals. She squeezed harder on her
raging nipples and pulled them mercilessly.

In the world of educated tongues Susan Morgan's was a college
professor. The expertise she had developed along with an uncanny sense of
her lover's feelings allowed her to orally manipulate the boiling
womanhood. She sustained a level of intense pleasure but withheld the
climactic surge. Flexing the muscle, that was her tongue, she applied the
very firm tip over and around all the structures. Then she relaxed it and
lapped over the vulva with the flat. She demonstrated her talent by a
combination of exactly where on the bubbling quim she applied it and with
how much pressure. To add even more diversity, sometimes she moved her
whole head either up and down or back and forth. Using the combination of
variables she was able to provide a nearly infinite variety of stimulation,
never sustaining any one for more than a few seconds, always gauging her
patient's response and learning which ones sent her soaring and which
simply sustained the arousal.

Dianne was sure she would loose her mind. The doctor took her to the brink
only to back away, time and time again. When the maddening tongue made
contact with her hyper extended love button she tried to push her pelvis
toward the intense sensation but the talented doctor anticipated her every
move and denied the pressure that would send her over the top. It was a
game Susan loved and she played it like a pro. The auburn haired woman on
the examination table writhed just short of ecstasy. She was only vaguely
aware of something tickling her anus. It was a pleasurable feeling but too
subtle to compete with the delirium flowing from her womanhood and
breasts. The doctor used the excess juice that was steadily flowing to
lubricate and titillate the puckered rose bud, relaxing it.

Doctor Morgan would have been content to go on for hours but she knew that
it was possible to get too much of a good thing. It was possible to
overload the erotic nerves to a point where they locked up, effectively
preventing orgasm. Sometimes her lover could slip over that unfortunate
precipice suddenly and without warning. Deciding when to permit release
before that disastrous condition was part of the game. She wiggled her ring
finger against the girl's pucker until it slipped in up to the first
knuckle. The sensation from her butt was no longer too subtle to
compete. The completely new sensation joined the enthralling chorus from
her other erogenous zones. The next, of the seemingly endless waves of
pleasure was bigger and different somehow. Then there was a pause as if
time itself had stopped. Susan's perfect intuition took over and she
finally allowed her lips to engulf the woman's huge pleasure
center. Simultaneously she slid her ring finger all the way in the back
door. Two fingers of her other hand plunged deep into the clenched vagina.

The first spurt of ejaculate hit under her chin and the watery fluid
trickled down her neck. The doctor resisted the temptation to release the
woman's clit and catch the next eruption directly in her mouth. She
sacrificed her own enjoyment for the sake of her patient. The second and
third squirts were much less powerful and basically just coated the back of
the hand she had inserted into the spasming cunt.

Dianne felt every nerve in her body explode at once. She was still
screaming as she felt the surges in her lower abdomen and pussy; the sweet
ultimate release of all the unbearable pressure that had built up. The
penetration of her ass hole was the new and unexpectedly phenomenal
addition to the symphony of delight. Her mind tried to hold on to the
euphoric feeling but all too quickly it began to fade leaving behind a
serene glow. She was aware that the doctor was continuing to lap at her sex
but her perception was that it was far away.

Dianne's cum had rolled down Susan's neck and between her breasts,
eventually settling at the front closure of her bra. The doctor now opened
her buttons and tried to recover some of the ambrosia, licking it off her
fingers. It was not very successful. The ejaculate was too thin to scoop
up. She released the clasp of her lacy white bra and used both hands to
fondle her large melons pulling on the thimble sized nipples. Her pussy was
screaming for attention so she stood up and reached under her
skirt. Displacing the crotch of her panties she slowly drew a finger up the
mushy crease until it encountered the all important bump at the top. She
was standing at the foot of the examination table bowlegged, one hand
tugging on her tit while the other rolled her clit looking down at her
satiated patient who was peacefully massaging her own breasts and
moaning. The long overdue orgasm was quick but not spectacular. A bolt of
pleasure and a flash of brilliant white light behind her closed eye lids
were followed by a wave of warmth and a loud grunt.

The doctor's vocalization of her climax roused her patient who managed to
prop herself up on her elbows just in time to catch the final curtain calls
of the brief performance. "I guess everyone goes home happy" The reclining
woman commented with s grin. Doctor Morgan was licking her own sweet juice
from her fingers and replied;

"Of course! In this office, satisfaction is guaranteed!"