Chapter 11
"Fired?" Dora said in a low, shocked voice.
She was too stunned and horrified even to move. It didn't really matter whether she moved or not, anyhow, since McDonald had already seen everything there was to see-her nakedness and Randy's, the boy's pale little penis halfway up her rectum. There wasn't much more the doctor needed to know. Of course she was fired. What else could she expect after being caught having anal intercourse with the delivery boy in a closet? It wasn't exactly standard behavior for a veterinarian's assistant. Dora hung her head and began to weep.
She felt Randy's small cock going limp and slipping out of her bumhole. The boy was pale and trembling. McDonald glared at him so fiercely that for a moment Dora thought the doctor might attack the boy. Nevertheless, Randy walked right up to him and said as boldly as he could, "Just wait a minute, Dr. McDonald. This wasn't Miss Lane's fault. I forced her. It was all my doing. Please don't fire her."
"Bullshit," said the doctor. "I heard what she was saying. She wasn't forced. I'll fire her or do anything I like about this incident-and the first thing I want is for you to get out of here, young man. Get dressed and get out, right now." "Now, wait-" said Randy.
"Randy," Dora said quietly, "do as he says. I'll see that you're not involved. Just go on now, and let me handle it."
In fact Randy was scared shitless of the tall, glowering doctor and was more than happy to take Dora's advice. He hurriedly gathered up his scattered clothing, put it on, and rushed out the back door of the clinic. Only then did Dora move. Almost languidly she bent down and started gathering her clothes from the floor of the closet. "I'll go at once, Doctor," she said, "as soon as I get dressed. I only ask that you leave the boy out of this. He's too young to be responsible for his actions, to know right from wrong. He lied to protect me-but in fact, I seduced him. It's all my fault that this happened."
Dr. McDonald knew Dora well enough to know that she wasn't lying, but he still found it hard to comprehend what she was telling him. It didn't seem possible that prim, repressed, spinsterish Dora Lane would seduce a fourteen-year-old boy and allow him to bugger her. What could have driven her to do such a thing?
"Why, Dora, why?" said the doctor. "What made you do an insane thing like this?"
Dora's eyes flashed angrily. " 'Insane', Doctor? Is it insane to have normal sexual needs? My problem is that simple. I need love, like any other woman, but because I'm not attractive, because I'm too old, I couldn't find a man. At least I couldn't find one my own age. So I took what I could get. I'm sorry if that shocks you, but I don't believe it's insane."
McDonald wasn't shocked so much as he was jealous. He'd had no idea that his prim assistant had "normal sexual needs"-she'd always behaved as if sex didn't exist for her-but if he'd known, he certainly would have been overjoyed to take care of those needs himself. He was jealous that she'd turned to a teenage boy instead. Damn it, if only he'd understood, he and Dora wouldn't have wasted all this time.
"Miss Lane-Dora," he said anxiously, "please forget what I said just now. Of course you're not fired. I just blattered that out because I was upset. And I don't-think you're insane. Now that you've explained things, I understand. I just wish you'd told me sooner. You see, Dora, I' prepared to help you."
She was half dressed, standing there in her bra and panties, when the enraptured doctor made a sudden leap for her. Dora shrieked as his powerful arms went around her, and then he squeezed her frail body against his and began kissing her clumsily but passionately. One of his big hands slid eagerly down her silky body, inside her panties, and groped for her clit. Dora was taken completely off guard, but it didn't take' her long to make up her mind about his sudden attack. She was furious. He was just like all men. Now that he knew she'd do it, he wanted some for himself. He was just a horny beast like the rest of them.
She struggled out of his embrace and said angrily, "Take your hands off me. No matter what you think, Doctor, I'm not available to any man who happens to be horny. You had your chance, all these years, and you never made a move till you found me with Randy. You don't care about me at all. You just want to get laid."
"Dora, that's not true," he said earnestly. "I love you. I was just too shy to tell you before, and I thought you weren't interested."
Dora blushed deeply. She wanted very much to believe him, but still she didn't trust him. He had to be put to the test. "Oh, you love me, do you?" she said coldly. "Well, I wonder how much you'll love me when I tell you that just about an hour ago I made it with one of the dogs." "WHAT?" said the doctor. "You heard me," Dora said grimly. "It started out as an accident. There was a bitch in heat, and King, the German shepherd, forced his way out of his cage to get at her. He got me instead. I admit, Doctor, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps that's what happens to a woman when she can't find normal outlets for her needs. Anyhow, I did it with a dog, and I loved it. What do you think of that?"
Dr. McDonald was profoundly shocked. This woman, who had always seemed so prim and modest and decent, was guilty not only of seducing a boy young enough to be her son, she even admitted to having sex with an animal. It was too much. He lowered his eyes and said dully, "I suppose you'd better leave, Miss Lane. You and I seem to have two completely different sets of morals."
Dora snorted indignantly as she continued to dress. "Oh, we're back to 'Miss Lane' now, are we? No more 'Dora'? How quickly your feelings change, Doctor. I noticed you called me Dora when you raped me, but I suppose there was nothing wrong with fucking an unconscious woman. What I did was wrong, but what you did was perfectly all right."
"Dora, please," the doctor said miserably.
"Oh, shut up," said Dora. "I'm tired of your hypocrisy. I've had ten years of it, and that's more than enough. All that time, according to you, you wanted me. Well, I wanted you, too, but you let me suffer. I needed you desperately, but you did nothing. It's your fault that I was forced to find satisfaction with a dog and a boy. If you had any guts, this never would have happened, because I'd have been perfectly content with YOU, James McDonald. Now, as far as I'm concerned, you can go fuck yourself."
She had finished dressing, and now she marched out of the storeroom. McDonald felt guilty and sheepish. Everything she said was true. If he'd only had the courage to declare his love, none of these terrible things would have happened. Dora would not have been driven to find unnatural and perverse outlets for her lust. McDonald took care of his needs by going to a whore once a week, but as a woman, Dora had no such recourse. He really couldn't blame her for what she'd done. He felt ashamed of himself for putting her down. He loved her more than ever, but now she was going to walk out of his life for good-unless he finally proved himself a man, unless he finally gathered his courage and did something.
"DORA," he said, running after her.
Dora was just entering the waiting room, where several customers sat with their pets. Ignoring them, McDonald raced up to Dora, grabbed her, and dragged her back into the office.
"Let go of me," she said.
"No, never," said McDonald. "I love you, and you're not leaving."
The customers watched this performance goggle-eyed. One of them, a bony old woman holding a cage of parakeets, finally said, "Oh, Doctor, will you be seeing any patients today?"
McDonald, disheveled and panting, appeared briefly in the doorway. "No," he said, "I will not be seeing any patients. Get those damned animals out of here. Take them home, set them free, eat them for dinner-anything, but LEAVE. And lock the door as you go, please."
The bony old lady shrugged and headed for the door. "Let's do as he says," she told the other startled customers. "Even doctors go crazy now and then."
McDonald paid no more attention. Dora was kicking and pummeling him, and he had all he could do to keep his hold on her. "I love you," he said over and over again, "I won't let you leave."
"Hypocrite," said Dora, trying to claw loose from his grip. "Prude. Male chauvinist." Her face blazed with anger, which only excited him more. She seemed much prettier when there was animation in her face.
With one powerful movement he managed to wrestle her to the floor, and then he began ripping off her clothes while she screamed and fought. He'd begun by trying to calm her, to convince her of his love, but now he found himself violently lusty for her. To hell with words, he's SHOW her how he felt. Ignoring her clawing nails and pounding fists, he tore her dress right down the middle and cast it aside. He ripped her bra in half and tugged at her panties till they were rags. At last she lay there blushing and naked, and McDonald felt his penis going rock-hard at the sight of her lovely pale body.
"You animal," she panted, "let me go."
"Not a chance," said McDonald. "I'm going to ball you, Dora, like you've never been balled before. You won't need any teenagers or German shepherds when you see what I can do for you."
She screamed again and managed to roll away from him as he let go of her to unbutton his shirt. He started to reach out for her, then desisted. She wouldn't be going far without any clothes. He continued his hasty undressing, while the dazed woman got to her hands and knees and began crawling cautiously towards the door. She kept looking around at him suspiciously, as if she expected him to pounce on her again. When she looked, he grinned lewdly. It was very enticing watching her crawl around naked. He was fascinated by the sight of her scarlet pussy with its delicate fringe of reddish hairs. He saw the tiny dark mouth of her cunt and remembered how tight and hot it was in there. His long thick cock gave a hungry twitch in his pants. It was so stiff that he had a helluva time getting his pants off over it, and while he was engaged in this struggle, Dora got to her feet, wrenched open the office door, and fled into the waiting room.
She ran right into a uniformed city policeman, who jumped and blushed at the sight of her. "Uh, pardon me, lady," he said, "but some people just told me there was some trouble in here. A fight or something." He gazed helplessly at her bare jiggling breasts.
Dora blushed crimson. She realized that if she didn't act fast, the doctor would be in trouble, perhaps even lose his clinic. In spite of their disagreements, she didn't want that to happen to him. She assumed her grim spinsterish expression and said in a businesslike tone, "Nonsense, officer. Those people didn't understand. The doctor and I were trying to subdue a very difficult patient, a large dog. My clothes were torn, and I was just looking for something else to wear. Everything is all right."
The policeman reluctantly took his eyes off her pretty little auburn snatch. "Well, if you say so, ma'am," he said. "You're sure I can't help?"
"Not unless you want to be bitten by a rabid dog," said Dora.
"Not especially," said the cop, heading for the door. When it slammed behind him, Dora locked it and put up the "Closed" sign. She wanted to settle her differences with McDonald without outside interference. This between her and the doctor alone. She turned back toward the office.
The doctor was just coming through the door. He was stark naked, and his enormous pale cock was rigid in its erection, pointing upward and swaying heavily. His hair-covered testicles were greatly swollen, so that he moved stiffly and gingerly. The head of his prick, engorged and purple, was oozing thick juice that coursed down his stiff shaft. He grinned at Dora.
"Come here, my dear," he said. "Let's cut out all this bullshit and have a nice long fuck."
"You beast," said Dora.
She backed away from him, looking for some way to escape. He was blocking the doorway, so she couldn't get past him into the back rooms of the clinic where she might have been able to hide. She didn't want to run out the front door and create a spectacle by racing naked down a main street of town. There was just one other way, the open receptionists's window between the waiting room and the office. It was about four feet off the ground and rather narrow, but she thought she could jump through it. She ran for it, and McDonald growled and lumbered after her. Dora leaped-showing more strength and agility than she thought she possessed-and sailed cleanly into the open window. That is, she sailed until she got to her hips-then she was stuck. The force of her leap had wedged her firmly in the small passage, and she was trapped there with her head and tits in the office and her ass and legs in the waiting room. She gasped and flinched as she felt McDonald's big hands settling hotly on her trembling buttocks.
"Gotcha," he said.
"Oh, nooo," said Dora. "Please, Doctor, use your head!"
"I was thinking of using my cock," said McDonald.
"DOCTOR!"
There was nothing she could do. She was stuck and helpless, a victim to his crazy lust. She sobbed and pleaded with him, but he paid no attention to her distress. She felt his harsh hot breath on her bare ass, felt his big hands drawing her legs apart, the cool air of the waiting room on her naked slit. She blushed as she imagined him looking hungrily at her most intimate parts. Nothing was hidden from him, and he could do anything he wanted with her.
McDonald slowly spread Dora's legs until there was room for him to stand between them. He was panting with horniness, but he took his time, wanting everything to be just right. He wasn't interested in just fucking her-he wanted her to enjoy it, too, wanted her to admit that he was the best lover she'd ever had. He knew she was furious with him right now, but he wanted to literally ball her out of her black mood. When he was firmiy positioned between her legs, he reached out and seized the fat red bud of her clit, kneading it gently but sensuously between his fingers. Dora gasped and flinched, and he saw sudden moisture appearing on her pussy as she experienced the first sharp jabs of pleasure.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Please, no, don't____"
"Why not?" he said, chuckling. "You like it." "No, I don't," Dora said haughtily. "No, I-ahhh___"
He massaged her wet little clit more swiftly, and a gush of juice spat from her cunt, telling him how much she enjoyed it. He grinned to himself. He rubbed and kneaded her hot trembling clit till it was still and wet with arousal, till Dora was gritting her teeth in order not to reveal her joy. Then he moved his fingers slowly, teasingly, through the sensitive tissues of her labia, making her sigh and tremble, till he reached the bumpy brown mouth of her anus. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger, and Dora's slender body turned red.
"Doctor," she gasped, "NO! That's not right. Please____"
"What do you mean, it's not right?" he said, laughing. "The boy fucked you there, and you liked it. I know-I was listening at the closet door." She blushed even redder at these words and was silent. McDonald went on rubbing the tightly clenched mouth of her anus, and very slowly the sphincter muscle relaxed, allowing him to insert the tip of his little finger. He wriggled it inside, marveling at the tightness and heat of her rectum.
Someday, when the circumstances were right, he would ball her there, using that hind passage which was tighter than any cunt on earth-but for now he didn't want to put her off. He gently thrust his finger in deeper, right to the last knuckle, and felt it gripped powerfully by the slick muscular walls of her rectum. She lay rigid and silent, neither protesting nor expressing enjoyment. He began to pump his finger in her tight little asshole, employing it like a miniature cock. Dora gasped explosively, and the cream began to run out of her cunt in thick rivers. Still she refused to acknowledge her pleasure.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he said slyly. "NO," Dora said weakly, "nooo. . . . It's dirty, disgusting. Please, stop it!"
"Unh-unh," said the doctor, "not a chance. I know you like it. Why don't you admit it? You were frank enough with me a while ago, when you told me about the dog. When you told me to go fuck myself."
Dora closed her eyes in shame. He was right, she was being hypocritical. She wondered why she found it so hard to tell him that he was turning her on. Perhaps her old prudery still lingered, perhaps she thought he wouldn't respect her if she appeared to enjoy sex. That was ridiculous, and yet it was true. Also she was angry with him and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She gritted her teeth to hold back her sighs and moans. His finger worked faster and faster in her aroused ass: It felt marvelous, she was almost ready to cum, but she wasn't going to admit it-not if she could help it.
McDonald wasn't fooled by her silence. He could see the steady flood of hot cream from her cunt, which told him that she was powerfully aroused by his swift finger-fucking of her rectum. He knew that her pride and anger kept her from admitting her pleasure, but he intended to get past that barrier, to make her confess everything. He'd saved the greatest pleasure for last, and he was willing to bet that she couldn't keep quiet about it.
He popped his finger from her pungent tight asshole, seized his heavy erect prick, and stuck the creamy head into the steamy little mouth of her oozing cunt. Dora wailed in protest, but he didn't stop. Very slowly, shuddering as he buried himself in her heat and wetness, he pushed in, gradually achieving full penetration of her soaked little vaginal passage. He didn't stop until his balls came to rest against her labia, until the sensitive glans of his cock pressed her womb. Dora wailed shrilly, although it was impossible to tell whether she was expressing pleasure or outrage. When he was fully into her, McDonald sighed deeply, then began to move his hips, fucking her very slowly and deeply. Her cream boiled around him, and her vaginal muscles hugged and gripped his meat, but still she kept silent except for a soft steady moaning.
"Come on, Dora," he panted, "admit it. You like it. You like me to fuck you."
"Nooo," she whimpered.
"Yes," he said. "You like having my cock in you. It's good. You're creaming all over me, damn it-why don't you admit how good it feels?"
She shook her head violently, but at the same time he felt her small hot cunt gripping his cock like a vise, blindly trying to pull him deeper into her belly. Her cream dripped out to wet his balls and splatter on the floor, and her body was deeply flushed and trembling with horniness. Never in his life had he seen a woman so powerfully aroused-but she was a stubborn woman, too, and she wouldn't admit her pleasure. McDonald took a deep breath and began to hump her faster, harder, literally slamming his big prick in and out of her, shaking her frail body with the force of his attack, setting up an obscene squishing and slurping noise as his immensely thick shaft forced out her cream. Dora was beaten, and she knew it. She simply couldn't deny her joy any longer, couldn't keep still. It was the greatest fuck of her life, the kind she'd always wanted and needed, and she knew that she didn't want any other man besides Dr. McDonald. She began to wail blissfully.
"Tell me," he panted. "Tell me you like it!" "Ohhh, yesss," cried Dora, "yes, yes, I love it. Do it to me, James, ball me hard. I love it, I love it____Aaaggghhh!!!"
Dr. McDonald grinned triumphantly and began fucking her even harder and faster. He took great joy in watching her explode into climax, howling and writhing, and he managed to make her cum again and again. At last he could hold out no longer, and with a joyful bellow he shot his load into her quivering womb. Dora received it happily, opening her legs as wide as she could. "Now will you marry me?" he gasped. "Not until you get me unstuck from this window," said Dora.
"Oh, that's simple," he said. "I'll just rub a little oil on you, and you'll pop right out."
"Well, why didn't you do that before?" she said.
"I had my reasons," the doctor said mysteriously.