Reading Notes:

1. This is the third chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory. It is a fictional series about the lives and loves of two doctors, mother Sara and her daughter Mary.

2. The events described occur on the day after Mary visited her mother, to discuss the appointment of a new nurse for the Sara’s surgery practice; a practice that Mary is shortly to join as a member of the medical team.

3.All characters are 18 years of age, or older, and all interactions between characters are consensual.

“Yes, thank you Doctor Walters. I’m looking forward to meeting you too. Until tomorrow afternoon, then. Goodbye, doctor, and thank you again for this marvellous opportunity. I hope I can show you that I am a competent applicant for this vacancy.”

Cee put down the receiver and beamed at the woman who was sitting next to her on the huge settee in the living room of the house that they shared.

“Your mother certainly knows what she wants!” Cee exclaimed.

“That phone call was tougher than some of the face-to-face interviews that I’ve had in the past! And I still have to go up there tomorrow after my shift, with my CV, and submit myself to a formal interview!”

“Well, my dear, you’re so used to submitting, it should be a piece of cake!” drawled Doctor Mary Walters, Cee’s lover, Owner and Mistress.

“It sounded like mam was pretty impressed with you, though,” she added, leaning across to plant a congratulatory kiss on Cee’s full-lipped mouth.

“Now what you need to do is to impress mam in every aspect of your interview,” Mary continued, looking at her lover with a serious air.

“Your CV is perfect, and you can speak about your experiences and medical training fluently and confidently. No worries there.”

“You’ll be going to your interview after your early shift tomorrow, so I’d advise you to not wear your uniform. Scrubs should be perfect. They’re baggy enough to prevent you from flaunting your gorgeous tits, and they show commitment in that you’ll have gone to your interview straight from a long shift.”

“Don’t wear make-up, and for fuck’s sake don’t smoke on the way. My mother hates smoking and smokers, so don’t go there stinking of cigar smoke.”

Cee listened carefully to Mary’s instructions. It was going to be hard enough to get the job in the first place. Then she and Mary would have to break the news to doctor Sara that they were lovers. It had already been decided to keep the nature of their relationship a secret. After all, as Mary had pointed out, people of her mother’s generation just didn’t understand or appreciate a Dominant/submissive relationship.

Whilst Cee went to make them both a cup of coffee, Mary set about loading her pipe. It was a dainty Lady churchwarden, long stemmed and with a beautifully coloured bowl. Mary preferred aromatic tobacco, and she inhaled the aroma of the unlit plug that she was using to fill the pipe’s dainty bowl.

By the time Cee returned to the living room, bearing two cups of coffee, Mary was wreathed in aromatic pipe smoke, and was wondering how on earth she was going to get the opportunity to smoke when she began working with her mother. Doctor Sara was an avid anti-smoking advocate.

Cee sat next to her Mistress and lit up one of her favourite panatela cigars. For a while, the two women sipped coffee and smoked in silence. Then Cee asked,

“Is your mother likely to object if we tell her that we both smoke? If I get this job, I’ll need to move up to Cwm Pechod, and it’s hardly a big place, is it? Someone, somewhere is bound to spot us smoking at some point.”

Mary took her pipe from between her lips, exhaled a cloud of blue smoke and looked thoughtfully at her girlfriend.

“You’re right, of course,” she began. “Until I can buy a house up there, I’ll be living with my mother and Paul. I really am going to have to tell her about my Love affair with my pipe and my aromatic tobacco!”

“Look,” she continued, “let’s get you the job first. Then I’ll go up to see her, have a meal and a few glasses of wine, and I’ll tell her. Once she knows about me, it’ll be easier for her to accept you and your cigars.”

“That sounds like a plan,” agreed Cee, putting down her coffee cup to answer the phone, which had just started ringing.

Cee identified herself, and then said,

“Yes, she’s here now. Hang on, I’ll pass you over.”

She handed the receiver to Mary, and whispered,

“It’s the estate agent.”

Mary took the handset and spoke.

“Doctor Mary Walters here.”

She listened carefully and replied,

“Well I’m still working at the surgery here, so it would have to be either tomorrow, which as a Sunday, I appreciate might be a problem, or between morning and evening surgery one day next week.”

The estate agent was saying something else, and Mary’s brow crinkled in concentration. Then she replied,

“Well that’s great. How about two o’clock? Yes? Perfect! I’ll look forward to seeing you both then. Thanks for ringing. Goodbye.”

She handed the receiver back to Cee, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“It seems a funeral director from Birmingham has just taken over a funeral business in town,” she informed Cee.

“They need a place for the person who is going to run the business here, as the managing director is staying in Birmingham to oversee the main branch of the company there.”

“They want a quick sale, there’s no chain, obviously, and the estate agent says they’re looking at a cash sale! She thinks that she could have everything done and dusted in four or five days, if they like this place!”

Cee jumped to her feet.

“Right,” she said determinedly, “we’ve got some tidying, vacuuming, dusting and polishing to do! Come on, girl! Get your arse in gear!”

“We?” replied Mary, languidly, arching her eyebrows and puffing contentedly on her pipe, before bursting into laughter, as she got to her feet.

“The look on your face!” she giggled, pulling Cee towards her and giving her a quick, smokey kiss. “I don’t know what I’d do without you organising me when we are not being Mistress and sub!”

“You will always be my Mistress, and I’ll be your sub for as long as you want me to be ” replied Cee, kissing her back.

“But we need to get this house ready to make whoever is coming to see it tomorrow fall in Love with it. So put that bloody pipe down and let’s get cracking! Do you want to do upstairs, or down?”

Mary and Cee crawled into bed that evening. They were aching, tired and their muscles protested about the amount of bending, stretching, scrubbing and polishing they had been asked to do. But the whole house sparkled like new. They both felt it was worth the effort, if it meant impressing the prospective purchaser tomorrow. Despite the fact that it was Cee’s turn to wear the strap-on, they mutually decided that sleep was a much needed quantity. They spooned and in no time at all, both of them were in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Sunday morning dawned, and Mary was awakened by the feel of Cee’s tongue licking her cunt. She opened her legs before doing the same with her eyes. Cee’s practised tongue slipped in between her soft, warm labia and found her clit, which she licked into awareness and then sucked into her mouth. She nibbled it gently, forcing a groan of ecstasy from Mary. Cee pushed her face harder into Mary’s cunt, and as her lover’s body began to respond to this glorious early morning stimulation, Cee re-positioned herself, so that her nose was against Mary’s clit, allowing her tongue, mouth and lips to concentrate on the moist, fleshy inner folds. Mary bucked, jamming her clit against the bridge of Cee’s nose.

She felt her Orgasm building. Cee sensed it too, and worked her tongue and lips harder. Mary reached under the duvet and gripped the back of Cee’s head, pulling her face tighter into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around her lover’s shoulders and squeezed.

“Fuck, oh, fuck, oh FUCKING HELL!!” she screamed, exploding into Cee’s mouth, and experiencing several aftershocks as her Orgasm subsided. She relaxed the grip of her legs, and hauled Cee up into the bright Sunday morning.

Cee’s face was bright red, a mixture of the effort she had just put in, together with the friction of having her face rubbed between Mary’s thighs. She smiled at her Mistress, and whispered,

“Good morning, my Lady.”

Mary kissed her, tasting herself on her lover’s lips and breath.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she replied. “I wish I could be woken like that every morning!”

Cee went to make them their early morning cup of tea, and when she returned, she slipped back into bed and cuddled up to Mary.

“I’ll be up in Cwm Pechod having my interview when these people come to see the house,” she said quietly. “Are you going to be OK on your own?”

“Fucking hell, Cee,” replied Mary scornfully, “I’m showing them my house, not performing open heart surgery! Of course I’ll be alright.”

The two women drank their tea, looked at one another and silently decided that more Sex was needed before they got up and dressed. They kissed deeply, each seeking the other’s nipples, and then turning their attention to each other’s cunt.

Lots of lovely fingering was swiftly followed by a wriggling into a sixty-nine position, and after a simultaneous Orgasm, Cee finally put on the strap-on which was kept in the middle drawer of the bedside table, and fucked Mary to a further three orgasms. As Mary got up to go and have a Shower, Cee began to strip the bed of its rumpled, sweaty and very wet sheet. She put it in the dirty linen basket, replaced it with a crisp, cotton sheet, and was still in time to join her Mistress in the Shower to wash and soap her body, and give her yet another Orgasm, kneeling between Mary’s thighs with her face in her Mistress’s cunt as the wonderfully warm water cascaded over both their bodies.

Soon after, Cee left for work, and Mary settled down to do some catch up reading on the latest research in medical techniques. It was something that she didn’t enjoy, but in her line of work it was a necessity.

She got involved in an article about chronic fatigue, which she found fascinating. She began to make notes, and was somewhat surprised when the doorbell rang. When she went to answer it, she found that the estate agent and her client had arrived. Smiling at them both, she ushered them into her home.

At about the same time that Mary was answering her front doorbell, Cee was approaching Dr Sara Walters’s house. She was a little bit early, and a big bit nervous. Pulling into a side street just off the road that led to Dr Sara’s house, she parked up and sat quietly, trying to calm the butterflies in her tummy.

Forgetting all that Mary had said, Cee lit up a small cigar, which always made her feel calm. She smoked it quickly, and her car was soon full of the thick, creamy white smoke that smelled so musky and tasted so wonderful.

Cee noticed that she’d finished her cigar just in enough time to get to her appointment promptly. She unwrapped a stick of peppermint gum, popped it in her mouth and started up her car.

Three minutes later, she took the gum out of her mouth and wrapped it in the silver paper that she’d saved for exactly that purpose. She checked herself in the car mirror, was satisfied that she looked presentable, and got out of the car and approached the front door in what she hoped was a confident way.

Doctor Sara smiled at Cee.

“Well, Clarice,” she began, collecting up the notes she had made during their interview, “that seems to be that.”

She handed Cee back her CV, and stood up.

“Um… well I’m sorry to have wasted your time, Dr Walters,” stammered Ce, getting to her feet quickly.

“I hope you find a suitable candidate soon.”

“What on earth are you talking about, you silly girl?” responded Sara sharply.

“You are an ideal candidate. The job is yours! That is, if you want it, of course?”

“Want it? Oh yes please, Dr Walters! Of course I want it! Oh, thank you! Thank you!”

“So I suppose you’ll be wanting to get back to Cardiff to tell my daughter your good news?” Sara’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Cwm Pechod may be up in the valleys, far from city sophistication, ” she continued, “but I still have some contacts down there. I understand you rent from Mary?”

“Ah, yes, ” said Cee quietly, her brain racing furiously to try and work out where this was going.

“Um… we don’t have sufficient accommodation for all nursing staff at the hospital, and priority is given to student nurses and first year probationers. I had to get out of my room, and I heard that Dr Walters was looking for a lodger. We have become quite good friends,” she finished lamely.

“Tell me,” said Sara, changing the subject and ignoring Cee’s uncomfortable shuffling, “what is that delightful fragrance you are wearing? Is it something West Indian? I Love that musky scent!”

Cee blushed to the roots of her hair. She’d promised Mary not to mention the fact that she smoked cigars. Mary had warned her that Dr Sara was vehemently opposed to any form of smoking. How the hell was she going to get out of this without telling lies?

Sara took Cee’s hesitation in her stride. She smiled wickedly, and said,

“Oh, don’t worry if you can’t remember the name. There are so many fragrances these days. It reminded me of the smell of cigar tobacco, that’s all. It really suits you. I like it a lot!”

“Now,” she continued, “don’t let me keep you. It’s a good half hour back to Cardiff, and I’m sure you’ll want to get home to tell Mary the good news.”

“I’ll get your contract sorted out, and telephone the H R department of the hospital tomorrow. Mary’s coming up for supper next Friday evening. Why don’t you come with her? You can sign your contract, and meet my partner, Paul.”

“Normally, he’d be here on a Sunday evening,” she continued, as she led Cee out to her car, “but some equipment I use needed replacing, so he went off in the car to buy what I needed.”

They had reached Cee’s car now.

“I’m sorry to have missed him,” Cee said sincerely.

“I’m looking forward to meeting him almost as much as I’m looking forward to starting work here! Thank you so much again, Dr Walters. It has been a real pleasure.”

Cee got into her car, and Sara stood and waved her off, before returning indoors. She picked up the phone in the hallway, and speed dialled Paul, who answered on the first ring.

“She’s just left,” Sara informed him. “Did you get what I need?”

“Yes, Goddess ” replied Paul. “Six school canes and three dragon canes. Mistress Aimee ordered me to inform you that she is very impressed with the way you break your canes. She said that she thought that the dragon canes will prove a lot more resilient!”

Sara chuckled, and said, “Get your arse home as soon as you like. That new nurse was perfect for the vacancy. I feel that a celebration is in order.”

Cee dialled Mary’s home number on her hands-Free Carphone. She listened impatiently as the phone rang and rang. Eventually, she heard,

“This is Dr Mary Walters. I am not on duty this evening. Please ring the National Health Direct number if you require medical advice. If you are experiencing life threatening symptoms, please hang up and dial 999 immediately. Thank you.”

“Fuck it!” yelled Cee in frustration, “where the fuck has she gone? I wanted to tell her my good news immediately!”

Luckily for Cee, it being a Sunday evening, traffic was very light, and she made it back to the house in Cardiff in just under twenty five minutes. She parked the car and rushed indoors.

“Is that you, my lovely?” called Mary. “Come upstairs. I’m in bed!”

“What the fuck?” thought Cee, racing up the stairs two at a time.

“Are you ill?” she asked anxiously, opening the bedroom door. “It’s only just gone six o’clock. Um… what’s going on?” she demanded, her eyes wide with delight as they took in the scene in front of her.

Mary was lying naked on their bed, her hair pulled back into a thick ponytail. But what caught Cee’s attention was the black rubber dildo that was in the harness around Mary’s waist.

“The house is sold!” she squealed excitedly. “So I went out and bought some champagne to celebrate!”

She indicated two champagne flutes standing on the bed side table, next to an ice bucket containing a bottle of very expensive “bubbly”.

“And when we’ve drunk that, I’m going to fuck you till you beg me to stop!”

She giggled as Cee began to undress frantically. She was in so much of a rush to join Mary on the bed that she got the leg of her scrubs caught in her trainer, and the delay in getting them off caused her to rip the garment in her frustration to get naked.

Finally, she leapt onto the bed, and crushed her lips against Mary’s. They kissed wildly, exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues. When they came up for air, Cee remembered her news.

“I got the job!” she yelled, her squeal of delight cut short as Mary kissed her again.

The champagne was forgotten as their passion became more important. Mary straddled Cee and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Cee groaned in delight, then winced as Mary squeezed the two sensitive buds. She lowered her face and stuck her tongue out. Cee lifted her head and took Mary’s tongue in her mouth. She sucked it hard, tasting her saliva and then thrusting her own tongue into Mary’s mouth. Breathlessly, the two women writhed about, seeking those erogenous zones which needed attention.

Because Mary was wearing her strap-on, Cee couldn’t get near her cunt, so she concentrated on stimulating Mary’s nipples with her hands and her mouth.

Mary, on the other hand, had Free and open access to Cee’s cunt, which was already very wet indeed. She ran her index finger up and down the slit between Cee’s labia, removing her wet fingers and slipping them into Cee’s mouth, so that she could taste her own passion.

Putting her fingers back on the dripping cunt lips, Mary penetrated Cee and found her clit, which, aroused, was pushing out from under its protective hood. She squeezed it gently, causing Cee to groan in delight.

Mary then used her finger to apply Cee’s cunt juice to her own lips. She licked them, delighting in the musky sweetness, and then she kissed Cee again.

“Please, my Lady. Fuck me! I need your cock in my cunt now!” begged Cee.

“Not yet, my precious,” giggled Mary, sliding down her lover’s body and forcing her legs apart. Mary snuffled around Cee’s pubis, her breath Hot and teasing.

Cee’s cunt lips were glistening, and Mary licked first one, then the other. She slipped two fingers into Cee and opened her cunt slit. Her tongue slipped into the soft pink folds and Cee shuddered in ecstasy.

Mary ran her tongue up and down the slit slowly and tantalisingly. Cee began to buck her hips, trying to get Mary’s tongue in deeper.

Mary found Cee’s clit and sucked it into her mouth. Gently she nibbled it. It swelled with passion, and Mary released it in order to take in a mouthful of Cee’s secretion. Then she turned her attention back to the neglected clit.

Cee’s breathing was rapid, harsh and ragged.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuccckkkiiinngg hheeellll!” she screamed. “Yes! YES! YEEESSS!! Keep it there, Mistress! I fucking Love you! Oh Goddddd! I’m Cumming!”

Her Orgasm hit and she shook as if she was wired into the main electric circuit of the house. Mary kept her face buried deep into her cunt, her tongue and lips working hard, whilst she strove to taste and swallow as much of Cee’s juices as possible.

Eventually, Cee’s trembling subsided. She lay still, totally wiped out by the intensity of her Orgasm. Mary emerged from between her thighs, her face glistening with the overflow of Cee’s secretions. She snuggled up to her lover.

“Ready to be fucked?” she asked tenderly.