The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 4

by Ronk

By 10 p.m. Friday I was curled up in my favorite red satin robe studying the book I had bought as if a Monday morning final depended on it.

"Remember that women, young and old, are defenseless when it comes to a well planned seduction."

Was the authors opening sentence.

"Go slow and be gentle but forceful. Make sure she is comfortable, make her feel special, then slowly overpower her thoughts and replace them with your own."

Would these "tricks of the trade" really work on someone as sophisticated as Sylvia I wondered. She is after all a psychiatrist.

"Foreplay is the most important seductive part. You must take charge of your soon to be lovers body, rendering her helpless and open to whatever you want."

As I became more aroused I turned down the lights in my bedroom and enhanced my mood with the soft romantic music of Sade playing in the background. As I read each chapter I would pause and close my eyes to let my imagination wander into the arms of my newest infatuation, Dr. Sylvia Carson.

Images of her soft Coral painted lips parting and our tongue's slowly drawing our mouths together. Our moist perfumed lips melting and forming an unbreakable seal as the saliva of two passionate lovers mingled together made my shaved mound quiver and thump.

"Once the atmosphere is pleasant and safe, you can begin the foreplay, while sitting close to her, gently grasp her hand and snuggle the nape of her neck, planting little kisses up to her ear lobes while softly whispering in her ear how much you want her."

The feelings were so vivid in my emotion charged day dream that I could smell her expensive perfume as it intoxicated my mind making me shiver with excitement . Her skin was soft with the scent of powder and musk.

It was hard to sleep that night, visions of a naked perfumed Sylvia laying next to me in my bed. My long neglected pussy denied the touch of a female hand played tricks on my mind.

Sylvia slowly moved her soft manicured hand down my bare stomach towards my thighs. She paused for a moment at my belly button ring and seductively twirled it with her finger. With her other arm wedged between my shoulders and my pillow she gently pulled my head closer to her mouth so she could whisper in my ear.

"Please allow me to worship your body." Sylvia said as she twirled her moist tongue inside my ear and nibbled on my lobe.

Her hot breath cascading down my bare neck made my whole body quiver with lust, my mound begged for her touch. As if she could read my mind, her hand moved to my thighs and began to push my legs apart. She was in my head now, whispering gentle taunts for me to surrender my body to her.

She began to tease me by lightly running her hand over my mound, sometimes cupping it tightly as if capturing a mouse. Other times just lightly hovering over it just close enough for me to feel the heat from her soft hand.

What wonderful torture this was, so close to orgasm yet unable to obtain release as my lover skillfully continued her journey of torment.

Next she was at the foot of my bed dressed in just an open white lace rob. Her ample breasts spilling out begging me to fondle them but irritatingly just out of range of my hands. Her sculptured pubic hair drew my attention immediately. Shaved in the shape of a heart it hovered just above the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.

I lay there naked on my bed unable to move. She transfixed me with her eyes, her coral lips begging to be kissed. Soon a lustful smile came over her parted lips as her pink moist tongue peeked out inviting me to play.

As I lay there helpless, she captured my right foot and began a slow torturous inspection with her manicured nails. Her hard nails and soft hands played a game of pain and pleasure exploring every inch of my foot. Her expert manipulations of my manicured toes drove me crazy. She knew that and took her time with each brightly colored piggy, massaging, tickling and stabbing in between each toe just to hear me gasp.

One hand now held my heal while the other one slowly guided my foot higher until it was just an inch away from her mouth. Moist lips opened slowly and I could see her tongue eagerly waiting to bathe my piggies in warm sticky saliva. First the great toe, her tongue twirled around it, sucking it into her mouth she tickled and tormented it with her tongue all the time communicating to me with her eyes that she was only just beginning.

As each piggy was hungrily devoured and bathed in Coral colored saliva she expertly massaged the bottom of my foot with both thumbs. Twice my passion tried to spillover into orgasm, but I just couldn't cross the divide. Growing so frustrated I begin to cry.

"Please...Please." I beg her. "Let me cum, I'll ... do ... anything."