He is excited

Dear Dr. Williard,

What follows, to my shame, is the account of how I took advantage of my professional position to violate the trust of the charmingly naïve Miss Alice. You will note that I had already badly misused Miss Monroe in the library when presented with this same type of situation. I beg you to remember that Miss Alice was not a spinster librarian with no connections to protect her, my morning visitor was an untouched daughter of one of the East Orion Trading Company's powerful executives; a man who could make or break my future her on Rajah-4. However, at the time I was so caught up in the Blush that it was all I could do to maintain my professionalism. Here is what took place in the parlor of my humble cottage between myself and the beautiful Miss Alice.

"This may not be very serious, Miss Alice." I assured the buxom young colonial. "Masturbation in and of itself is a natural occurrence, you'd be surprised at how many of your friends will finger themselves to relieve tension."

"Really?!" The way her eyes brightened made me smile gently, I could have stopped the examination at that exact moment and even done some small amount of good, but as I said before, I could feel the curse of the Blush gripping me like a vice.

"Really." I assured my young patient. "However I am concerned about the frequency of this behavior and even more disturbed by the intensity of your sessions." Miss Alice's eyes widened in alarm when she heard my professed concerns. At this point, I believe I could still justify my behavior before a review of my peers, but what I said next will surely have me censored if it comes to light.

"Come here, Miss Alice." My visitor blanched, Sir Williard at the firm tone I used, but she obediently crossed the room and stood meekly before me. "If I find your behavior falls within normal standards Miss Alice, and that is usually the case, I will authorize you to continue, perhaps on a slightly reduced schedule." Her lips opened in surprise and it looked like she intended to question me about some small detail but I cut her off before she could begin. I stepped behind her and held her firmly from behind with one arm around her waist and the other rising up between her breasts and gripped her soft white throat. I could feel her pulse pounding wildly when my fingers tightened on her delicate skin.

"Now," I whispered urgently as I held her trembling body in my arms, "tell me exactly what you were thinking about as you touched yourself." Sir Williard, I was still trying to pretend that this was part of my evaluation, but by this point both Miss Alice and myself were deeply effected by the Blush. The the clean floral scent of her hair was intoxicating and I am ashamed to admit that my erection was as hard as ever and pressing firmly against the young woman's backside.

"Dear Lord, this is really happening." Miss Alice's whisper was so low I could barely hear her.

"You haven't answered my question, Miss Alice," I reminded her sternly, "you said you thought about me, but what did you imagine that I was doing?" Miss Alice shuddered softly in my arms and I tightened my grip on the woman pressing my hand against her firm belly in a manner that was most unprofessional.

"I don't know if I can do this Dr. Baxter." She murmured.

"I'm afraid you have to Miss Alice." I deepened my voice. "I cannot complete my evaluation of you until you do." With that Sir Williard my patient began describing a vivid scene of me chasing her though the gardens of her family estate until I finally cornered her in a secluded grotto. As she spoke my hand ventured lower and lower until my fingers were pressing the fabric of her skirt into the 'V' of her thighs. "Did I take you in my arms like this?" I asked, "did I reach between your legs and grab your sweet little kitty like this?" The once professional tone of my voice was now full or animalistic desire.

"Please, Sir." It did not take long, my lord, before Miss Alice had forgotten her reservations and was humping my fingers enthusiastically as she did her best to continue her description "Dr. Baxter, in my imagination ... I tried to pull away but you were so strong ... and then you kissed me." I'm afraid, Sir, that I took her confession as an invitation to do exactly that and for the next minute or two any words she might have intended were swallowed by my mouth on hers.

"Pull up your skirt, girl." I ordered, and was delighted by her obedient response.

"Yes, Sir." She repeated again as she tugged the full skirt to her waist exposing her smooth thighs now my fingers had only a thin layer of silk between them and the heat of her damp folds.

"Did you rub yourself like this, or was your hand inside your small clothes?"

"Inside, Dr. Baxter." She gasps, "I was so wicked. There was nothing between my fingers and dripping folds." It took a little time but I was able to loosen the ties of her undergarment and slide my fingers into the warmth between the silk and the equally smooth skin of her thighs.

"Did you only use your fingers, or did anything bigger stretch this passage?" I demanded as I traced the widening gap between between her swollen labia. She was past the point where she could respond, my Lord, but as my fingers made their way deeper and deeper into her sex I found the elastic membrane that was the evidence of her chastity. As pleased as I was to know that no man before me had claimed this pristine beauty, I was not so far gone in my lust that I couldn't see how Miss Alice's intact hymen could complicate the situation.

"Oh God ... Oh my God ... Oh God ..." I found her invocation of a Deity, one who surely would not approve of either my actions or her uninhibited response, charming. "Please Doctor Baxter, I need release ... please I need to cum!"

I hear the return of my household staff downstairs, Sir Williard. I will have to finish this shameful account of this encounter this evening.