When Jessica Oswald took a job working with the credit card billing system in the office of up-and-coming Manhattan OBGYN Dr. Ari Goodstein it was merely a scheme to embezzle from the successful practitioner. Her criminal activity discovered, she is offered a choice. Fearing poverty and prison, Jessica accepts the Doctor’s offer to become his sexual plaything.
After living with him as a permanent “in-house patient” for quite some time, Jessica followed the Doctor to Paris where, along with his three partners: Dr. Harper the dentist, Dr. Sutton the psychiatrist and Dr. Chevalier the cardiologist she accepted a lucrative contract as their slave, subject to their will and control.
Now, a year and a half later, Jessica finds herself rebelling at her life as the Doctors’ sexual slave, unfulfilled by subservience to their medical examinations and wanting more than they seem willing to give. But Jessica is about to discover that the Doctors have more in mind for her than she fears, more even than she could possibly imagine as the Doctors take their medical mastery of their slave to the depths of depravity.
Warning: This 10,000+ word erotica story contains graphic language, erotic situations, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, gangbang, bdsm, domination, submission, humiliation and it is very much a story for adults (18+)
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The dark haired man with the trimmed beard set his paper down and gave up any pretense of casually observing Jessica for a more obvious appreciation of her beauty. Oh, the French. Jessica thought. They are so adorable.
Jessica decided to give the gentleman, obviously ten years older or better, something to remember her by and this time, when she crossed her legs, she let her thighs part for a long moment. She hadn’t worn panties that morning and, lounging as she was, she knew he had a perfect view of her bare cunny. Her skirt hid her from any other not in direct line of sight.
The man pursed his lips in a silent whistle as Jessica let her legs loll open. Just the thought of him seeing her plump lips, her slit puckering open, left her breathing harder, her face flushing at her brazenness. Warmth crept up from her cunny. Jessica ran her hands down her thighs, smoothing the fabric across her legs and ‘accidentally’ stretching the material open exposing more of herself to the man’s gaze.
His eyes locked onto her crotch, the man gave up any pretense and stared with obvious interest. Jessica watched as the man shifted the bulge in his trousers.
“Voulez-vous autre chose, Mademoiselle?” The waiter asked at her shoulder, startling her.
“Ach! Zut…pas non, merci,” Jessica answered flustered, abruptly closing her legs much to her admirer’s disappointment. The by now familiar tone summoning her back to the clinic sounded from her cell phone. “Le cheque, s’il vous plait.”
Jessica paid the few Euros and left, giving the man a reluctant parting glance. Bags in hand she strolled through the streets making her way back to her car. The warmth brought on by the man’s attention and her own desire settled into a dull ache in her pussy. Her blouse brushed across her demi-bra tickling her nipples through the sheer fabric. Jessica didn’t know if it was the encounter with the man or the lush sunny morning, but she felt her body opening up, her desire and need starting to surge within her.