Janet Mason and Ivy Sherwood

Janet Mason has heard every confession the examining room walls could keep. Ivy Sherwood sits across from her, knees pressed together, admitting she has known plenty of black men yet now finds her eyes drifting toward women. The doctor leans forward, questions growing sharper, each one edging closer to an unprofessional heat. Then her fingers slip past the line she swore never to cross. Her tongue follows, parting dark lips she has no right to taste. Ivy's thighs open wider on the leather chair while the doctor works her slowly, loudly, thoroughly. Each wet sound proves how far the professional boundary has been breached. Moans spill from the younger woman as Janet devours the same flesh that has taken so many thick black cocks, erasing doubt with every slick stroke. By the time Ivy leaves the office, her purse is lighter and her body is certain: this is not the last time she will pay to spread for the good doctor's mouth.