****** Fetish by Dora Lee ******
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Fetish


by Dora Lee, Copyright 1998

"The best way to double your money is to fold it in half and stick it in your
pocket" Frank McKinney Hubbard

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Fetish

It was Friday and as I waited for my last patient of the day, I noticed with a
little aggravation, it was a new patient. My secretary had specific
instructions not to schedule new patients on afternoons or Fridays, but she was
on vacation and had obviously not instructed the temp accordingly. To my
further chagrin, it was a female patient. Female patients were good in terms of
advancing therapy, because they were more verbal about their feelings than men.
But they were not so ideal if you wanted to catch the 5:50 to Chappaqua. I
resigned myself to the notion that I would probably be late for my birthday
supper and began leafing through her initial file when the temp buzzed me.

"Miss Donovan is here," she pronounced.

"Thank you. Have a good weekend," I responded; trying not to sound too annoyed.

The door opened slowly and a tall, slim woman walked in smiling. She was an
attractive woman with a pleasant smile dressed in summer white. Her top, made
of some sort of clingy material, ended just above her navel. A matching ankle-
length skirt of the same material completed the outfit. The skirt clung to
every muscle and bone of her slim body and exposed her tanned legs through a
slit on the side.

Playing the psychiatrist game, I tried to guess her predicament, since she had
not been very forthright on the reason for her visit. Anorexia? No, not thin
enough. Bulimia? I didn't think so, she had perfect teeth and soft, radiant
skin. She also had rather large, perfectly round breasts, which she opted not
to enslave in a brassiere on this day. No, definitely not an eating disorder.

"Good afternoon, Miss Donovan --"

"Please. Call me Lynn," she said, again with that smile. "Very well, Lynn. What
brings you to my office today?"

"A small problem, really," she said, smiling demurely as she rummaged through
her purse. "I'm sorry, there is no smoking in here," I said, gruffly, in
anticipation of her next move. "I don't smoke, doctor," she answered. Her voice
was mellow and sugary. It reminded me of some erstwhile Hollywood starlet, all
pouts and dreamy eyes and a cigarette dangling from red lips. She took her hand
out of her purse and put it on her lap, obviously holding something in her
right hand. "Anyway," I coughed, "you were about to say?"

"Red."

"Red?"

"My problem?"

"You have a problem with the color red?"

"Not so much a problem as a - condition."

"A condition."

"Yes."

"And what condition is that?"

"Let me show you."

She opened her hand and in it I saw a small bottle of nail polish. It was red.
I didn't know where she was headed with her little display and, frankly, was in
no mood for games. Looking over at the clock on my desk, I noticed the time.
Four thirty. The odds on catching my train were getting slimmer by the minute;
she still had half an hour to go on her visit.

Miss Donovan began opening the bottle of polish. Her nails were very long and
perfectly shaped. They were devoid of nail polish and looked pink and healthy.
I was right, not an eating disorder. I smiled at the thought. She misunderstood
my smile and smiled back at me, this time broadly. I tried not to blush, but
felt the heat rise from my neck.

"I like this brand. It dries almost instantly," she purred. I chose to remain
silent and let her continue her little charade.

Slowly and with great precision, she began to apply the red polish to her left
thumb. The brush, wet and heavy with color, glided effortlessly down her nail
bed from the base outward. She painted each nail thoroughly; concentrating on
each one and making sure there were no spills or smudges. I was careful not to
speak a word while she performed her ritual, but noticed that my shirt collar
was damp. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin and immediately adjusted my
body on the chair, trying to compose myself. How unprofessional of me, I
thought, to react like a man when I was supposed to be detached and clinical.

When the last nail was done, Lynn looked up at me and beamed. She fanned out
all ten fingers in my direction. "Do you like them, doctor?" she asked,
hopeful.

"They are very nice, Lynn," I responded, incapable of saying another word. In
my capacity as a psychiatrist it is my duty to encourage patients to verbalize
their feelings. Many patients try to evade the emotional conflicts that bring
them to an analyst's office. It is up to the physician to constantly keep them
focused on the problem at hand and accelerate the process of healing. But
today, all my training was forgotten. All I was interested in was this woman
sitting across from me, her long nails painted ruby red.

"Thank you," she whispered. At once, her hands were in her purse once again,
searching. Patiently, I sat and waited to see what she would produce next.

All efforts aside, my cock was thickening in my pants and I didn't know quite
what to do about it. Clearly she couldn't see me from the waist down, but
somehow I had the feeling she knew. "Don't be ridiculous, Tom," I chided
myself, but still couldn't shake the feeling that I was right.

Lynn pulled out a tube of lipstick from her purse and went on to open it as she
looked at me. My cock began to stiffen even more when I saw the way she held
the tube, her long, red nails surrounding it. On her left hand she had a small
mirror which she used to check herself as she applied the red lipstick. Red. I
was beginning to see what her "condition" was. Fetish. Red. A fetish with the
color red? But why was she wearing white? Why not surround herself with the
color red? Was it just applying red colors? "Give her a chance," I thought,
"stop trying to analyze without evidence!"

She applied the red lipstick skillfully, making sure not to go over the lines
of her lips. And what beautiful lips! They made a perfect heart shape when she
closed them, a sensuous valentine. Every so often she would purse them, as
though she were sucking on sweet candy and it drove me wild. I realized that
this woman, who had come in as a patient, was slowly turning into a person in
front of my eyes. Whereas before I only saw the complete picture, I was now
noticing the details. Her long, spiky nails, her heart-shaped lips her nipples.
Yes, her nipples were hard now and they were straining against the fabric of
her top. I couldn't take my eyes away from the two small round bumps at the end
of her full breasts. I wanted so badly to take them into my mouth and suck them
gently, feel them roll around in my mouth and lick them endlessly.

My fully erect cock was throbbing gently now, pushing against my slacks. God,
how I wanted to let down my zipper and pull it out. How I wanted to show her
the effect her actions had on my body. Try as I might, I couldn't go back to my
training to gain control over my arousal. It was too late, I wanted to feel
hard, to throb, to have the inside of this woman's cunt surround my thick cock.

As if reading my mind, she stood up and walked toward me slowly, deliberately.
I was speechless at this point, unable to move. She had a way of walking that
was at once odd and slutty. Her pelvis jutted forward, not unlike a pregnant
woman does to gain balance when her abdomen becomes enlarged. Her shoulders
dropped backward, making her breasts jut out slightly. Probably a calculated
move, but it worked. The flimsy fabric of her skirt tightened around her hips
and her hipbones were clearly visible. Her hands were placed on either side of
her thighs; their long nails spread out and looking like dangerous spikes.

My mouth opened slightly, but no words came forth. She placed the nail of her
pointer finger sideways against her red lips. "Shhh," she hissed. I obliged.

I backed away from my desk and moved my chair to the side where she stood,
towering over me. For the longest time she just stared at me, pursing her
candy-sucking lips and tapping her red nails against her thighs. I had the
feeling she was giving me time. Time to think? To run? To put an end to this?
All I wanted to do was turn her around and shove my cock deeply into her pussy,
fuck her so hard she would scream out for mercy. Then again, I also wanted to
lay her down on the couch and spread her thin legs, smell her cunt, press my
tongue against her clit and lick her gently. Or perhaps she'd prefer it if I
slowly fed her my raging hard on, let her swallow it whole and start to fuck
her mouth rhythmically, pulling her toward me by her hair. I couldn't believe
the range of fantasies dancing through my head. I was beyond the point of
doctor-patient relationship now; all I wanted was her pussy!

Lynn started to undo the buttons of my shirt. She was methodical in this task,
manipulating each button between her red nails, pushing them through the eyelet
with care, gently scratching my chest with each movement. I was breathing
heavily now. With each deep breath I took in her sensual fragrance. Her perfume
was heavy with spices with an undertone of citrus. What an intoxicating aroma!
I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, feel the softness of it, but
didn't know if I was allowed to. So I just sat there, at her mercy. When she
was done with all the buttons, she opened my shirt to expose my chest.
Automatically, I moved to take the shirt off, but she stopped me. This was her
show, she was in charge. I acquiesced willingly.

"Nice," she murmured, "very nice." I slumped forward on the chair and laid my
head back as she started to run her fingernails down my chest. She was drawing
sensual patterns on my skin, pausing to tangle her fingers on the hairs of my
chest, grabbing and pulling them gently. My cock bounced softly against my body
with each movement of her hands. I raised my head once more to take it all in.
She had a mesmerized look on her face as though hypnotized by her own actions.
With each passing, her nails left hot, gently stinging trails on my chest.
Suddenly, her long, red nails met in the middle and slowly scratched their way
down to my throbbing cock. I felt as if I were going to cum right then and
there, so excited was I by her touch.

"I want to see it. I want to feel it," she begged. "Yes. Yes," I answered
huskily. I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants in one motion. My hands
were shaking from the excitement. Without standing from my chair, I eased the
slacks down my hips and onto the floor. My cock felt huge against my boxer
shorts and it gave me a ridiculous sense of confidence, like a teenager showing
off to his date. Instead of pulling down my shorts, I pulled my hard cock out
through the opening in the front. It was thick and hard, every single vein
bulging around it. Pre cum was freely oozing from its head, making it glisten.

Lynn began to run her fingernails up and down my cock, her face a mask of
passion. She massaged me with tenderness, taking her time. I bit my lip hard in
response to her touch. The nails scratched and tickled at times but these
feelings were tempered by the fleeting touch of the skin of her hands against
mine. I was fascinated by her actions; she was like a child playing with a new
doll. All thoughts of time were gone from my head at this point. All thoughts
of home, supper, the weekend. I wanted this moment to last as long as time
itself. My only preoccupation now was pleasure and lust.

"Your lips," I whispered, "your red lips."

"Yes," she said, hissing, "red."

The red heart that was her mouth opened slowly and began to descend upon my
cock. I clenched my teeth when I felt her hot mouth on me and grabbed the side
of my chair, digging my nails into it trying to assuage the threat of orgasm.
My cock disappeared completely into her mouth, just as it had in my fantasies.
She then slowly eased it out of her mouth, taking care to look me straight in
the eyes as she did. God, those lips, those candy sucking lips! Without letting
go of my cock, she sucked the head gently all the while gazing into my eyes.
She then ran the back of her tongue over the tip of my wet cock, dipping it
into my hole every now and then, driving me wild. What a vision, those luscious
red lips! What a turn on those long, red, spiky fingernails spread out over my
pelvis, softly scratching my pubic hair, at times disappearing under my cock
and holding my tight balls. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to cream all
over her red lips. To see my milky cum coating her lips and slowly dripping
down their side. I wanted to see her spread it over her face with those long
fingernails.

As if reading my thoughts, she pulled away. "Not yet," she said teasingly. She
stood up and walked away, sashaying her hips as she did. I held my cock in my
hand and lay back, gasping, trying to control myself. Afraid to stroke myself
to orgasm, I just squeezed it gently and waited. "Lynn --"

"Shhh," she admonished, "don't speak." I want you to look at my pussy. My head
shot up and I eagerly waited. Standing in front of me, she raised one leg,
resting it on the desk. She used her nails to pinch the fabric of her skirt and
slowly bring it up over her legs, her thighs, and her hips. She wasn't wearing
a thing under the skirt, which didn't surprise me one bit.

Her pussy was shaven to perfection, closely cropped hair surrounded the meaty
skin of her pubis, but the lips were completely devoid of hair. It was small
and perfect. The lips were compact and her clit was barely visible in spite of
the lack of hair. "Spread them for me," I whispered. Lynn was eager to oblige.
Of course she used her long fingernails to do my bidding. With either hand, she
positioned her red fingernails at the edge of her pussy lips and spread them
gently. At last I caught a glimpse of her tiny clit, so hard and shiny, like a
beautiful pearl. I wanted at once to take it into my mouth and suck it, enlarge
it and roll it in my tongue. I grabbed her ass firmly and brought her cunt to
my face. She didn't resist this time.

I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to take my time and savor her lovely
cunt, taste her juices, smell her musk. My tongue eagerly began to explore her
tight lips, licking them gently and thoroughly, tasting her salty skin. I felt
her juices almost instantly begin to flow around my face as I probed her folds.
She moaned deeply when I shoved my tongue deep into her hole, squeezing her ass
tightly as I did. Wanting to devour her cunt, I lost all control, tongue-
fucking her deeply, pressing my face firmly against her pussy. Then, the prize.
That wonderful pearl became mine as I sucked her tiny clit gently, coaxing it
into my mouth, tonguing it lightly and making her shiver all over. Her moans
encouraged me further and I slipped my middle finger into her cunt, probing,
massaging her as I continued to suck on her now enlarged clit. My finger was
drenched with her juices and I immediately took it out of her cunt and started
pressing it against her asshole, gently pushing it further in while I tongue
fucked her pussy once more. She began to stiffen and shake all over, gasping
and moaning as I fucked her ass with my finger and her cunt with my tongue in
one hot motion. "Fuck me!" she begged, "Oh, please, fuck me!"

I pushed her down on her knees and fed her my cock once more delaying just a
bit the finale to this incredible session. She eagerly swallowed it and started
sucking me frantically, scratching my chest with her nails as her head moved up
and down on my prick. Her hot tongue massaged me expertly, pressing against my
cock as she took it in, easing the suction a bit as she spit me back out. I
grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her head while my hips moved back and
forth as I fucked her mouth. Her mouth became a cunt, swallowing my cock
thoroughly.

When I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled my cock out of her mouth
and turned her around, pushing her down on my desk. I raised her skirt and
spread her legs wide. The vision of her hot pussy, glistening with her juices
was too much to bear and I dropped to my knees, once more devouring her cunt. I
ran my tongue up and down her swollen pussy, rubbing my face against it with
each passing. God, how I loved this pussy! Lynn was shaking violently now, her
legs thrashing as she came. My mouth covered her entire pussy now, my hot
tongue covering every inch of it. I paused at the bottom to suck her hard,
throbbing clit then slowly crept all the way up to her asshole, which I licked
hungrily, dipping my tongue in deeper with each passing of my tongue. I started
to finger fuck her cunt slowly, my finger easily being swallowed by her wet
pussy all the way to the knuckle, making soft sucking noises as it thrust in
and out. Lynn's entire body shook with another orgasm and I knew it was time.

Lynn was slumping over on the desk now, exhausted from cumming. Her legs were
spread wide and her pussy was open and inviting. I took one last look at her
wet cunt before taking my cock in my hand and pressing it against it. For a
brief moment, I savored the heat and wetness of her while I rubbed my cock up
and down her engorged lips. It took every ounce of strength left in my body not
to shove my cock violently into her pussy. She began grinding her hips,
gyrating in sensuous rhythm, inviting me in. I pressed my cock against her wet
cunt and watched it slip in. Her pussy was so hot inside that I almost pulled
out immediately! Never had I felt such burning heat, it was scary and
wonderful. Trying to keep my composure and clenching my teeth against the
onrush of feelings, I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of her pussy. She
began gasping and moaning almost instantly. I tried to ignore her moans, to
concentrate on fucking her for as long as I could.

Before long, I was fucking her with a steady rhythm that made my whole body one
raw nerve. I couldn't take much longer of this; she was so hot, so tight.
Slowly but surely, the orgasm started to come together. Her moans were loud and
continuous and she was grinding her pussy against my skin, burying my cock even
deeper. I felt heat rise from my balls all the way up my dick and at that
instant shot hot cum deep inside her cunt, thrusting violently with each wave.
Lynn stood up and pressed her body to mine. We were drenched in sweat and
totally exhausted. I couldn't remember ever having fucked a woman like this
before. And I don't think I'd soon forget it.

She disengaged herself from me and walked toward the door. I wanted her to stay
longer, to bask in the afterglow of sex together. "Don't; not yet" I pleaded.

"I have a message for you," she said.

"For me?" I asked, amused. "From whom?"

"Your wife."

I blanched. A million thoughts rushed through my head at once. Detective.
Photographs. Divorce. Blackmail!

"She says --"

"Yes? What!"

"Happy birthday."

End

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