Chapter 8
On Monday morning Dora Lane came to work gloomy and distraught. All weekend her conscience had been torturing her for her seduction of Randy. It had been marvelous making love again after all those starved years, but the price was heavy. Dora was wretchedly ashamed of herself for seducing a young boy, for behaving like an abandoned slut while he balled her. She felt she could never face Randy again, and if anyone else found out what had happened, she'd want to die. She prayed that Dr. McDonald would never know. She wondered how she could live with herself after the depraved thing she'd done.
One thing she knew for sure, she needed a lover her own age. It was ludicrous and obscene to go around seducing teenage boys. She didn't believe it was quite proper to have sex outside marriage, but at least she'd feel better about it if her partner belonged to her own generation. She decided to have one more try at Dr. McDonald. After all, she was in love with him and had been for ten years-if she could just get him to notice her, to return her affection, then all her problems could be solved. She wanted to be a respectable married woman, not a dirty old maid who went around screwing little boys.
Dora dressed with special care that morning, taking advantage of some things she'd learned from her episode with Randy. She'd learned, for instance, that she looked much better with her hair down rather than pinned back in that unbecoming knot. She combed it out and let the gleaming red strands fall freely down her back. Instead of a mannish tweed suit, her usual garb at the office, she wore a blue dress that outlined her figure and put special emphasis on her big firm breasts. It was so long since she'd worn feminine clothing that she felt almost naked, but her reward came when Dr. McDonald first caught sight of her that morning.
As always, Dora went to his private office to tell him that she'd arrived for work. She knocked lightly, opened the door, and said, "Good morning, Doctor."
McDonald gawked at her. Like Randy, he didn't recognize her at first, the change was so astonishing. He knew it was Miss Lane's voice, but the woman standing in his doorway was soft and attractive, not the prim and sexless assistant who had served him for the past decade. He squinted, adjusted his glasses, and finally recognized the familiar features of her face.
"Good morning, Miss Lane," he said animatedly. "You look very nice this morning. Very nice, indeed."
"Why, thank you, Doctor," said Dora, blushing hotly.
She hurried away to her work, too nervous to remain in his presence any longer, but all morning she plotted and schemed, trying to devise a way to make him want her, to break through the barriers _:" modesty and politeness that had kept them apart so long. God, they'd worked side by side for years, and she still called him "Doctor" and he still called her "Miss Lane." Something had to be done about it, if she could only think what. He was a man, he must need a woman. All she had to do was get him to admit it.
Later in the morning they were about to start an operation on someone's Siamese cat, when Dr. McDonald discovered that he needed a special instrument from the storeroom. He and Dora went to hunt for it. It was an item they didn't use very often, and neither of them could remember exactly where it had been put. As they searched the storeroom, Dora suddenly recalled that the instrument was in the doctor's desk and not in the storeroom at all. She was about to giggle at his absent-mindedness, when a wild idea occured to her. This might be the chance she'd been waiting for. The doctor was too shy and modest to approach her-but what if she was unaware of his approach? What if he thought she was unconscious, enable to observe him? Trembling, Dora decided to put her plan into action.
"Oh, Doctor," she said, "I think I remember where it is-up there on the very top shelf. I'll get it."
"Oh, let me do it. Miss Lane," he said. "It's dangerous climbing up that ladder."
"Nonsense," Dora said briskly as she dragged the ladder into place, "I do it all the time. No problem."
She started up the ladder, carefully noting the distance between her and the floor. When she was just high enough, she pretended to slip, and with a shriek she fell off the ladder. McDonald was too far away to stop her fall, and she tumbled to the floor. She bruised herself a little, but not seriously, and in her excitement she didn't even notice the pain. She pretended to faint.
"Oh, my God, Dora," said the doctor.
Her heart pounded. It was the first time he'd ever used her first name. He came running over and knelt beside her, checking her pulse, and she grew hot with lust just from the touch of his big fingers on her wrist. Her plan wouldn't have worked if he hadn't been a doctor-an ordinary man would simply have called an ambulance. But even though he was a veterinarian he was competent to examine human beings, too-and he proceeded to examine Dora, all the while muttering, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God," in a distraught way. It was plain that he really cared about her-though whether as a woman or just as a friend, she couldn't tell yet.
He took her pulse, then bent his head to her chest to listen to her heart. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief at finding everything normal. Now he had deduced that she wasn't badly injured and had merely fainted from fright or shock. He began unbuttoning the neck of her dress to make it easier for her to breathe. Dora's breathing may have improved, but his didn't. As he opened the neck of her dress and saw the deep cleavage of her la breasts, watched her firm pointed tits rising and falling, he began to breathe very heavily. There was a long moment when Dora knew he was staring at her breasts, and it was all she could do to keep from blushing..
Dr. McDonald had r'vvays suspected that somewhere under her prim mannish suits, Miss Lane had a nice figure, but he hadn't been prepared for this. She had a magnificient pair of boobs, no doubt about it, round and full and creamy-skinned. He ached to fondle them, but he cringed to think how it would look if she became conscious again and found him playing with her tits. He was sure she'd be outraged. However, all was not lost. As a doctor he had certain privileges and could get away with more than the ordinary man. It was perfectly all right for him to take any measures necessary to ease her breathing. He grinned shyly as he thought of this. A fainting woman certainly shouldn't have her chest constricted by a tight bra.
With trembling sweaty hands the lanky doctor finished unbuttoning the front of Dora's dress and gently drew the garment down to her waist, easing her arms out of it with great tenderness. Miss Lane did not "wake up." Then, panting with excitement, he slipped his arms beneath her and unhooked her white lace bra. He was pretty clumsy at it. It had been thirty years since he'd had to perform that operation. At; last he got the thing loose and drew it off her, and then he simply knelt and gawked at her beautiful creamy breasts. For a woman her age, they were wonderfully firm, sagging only slightly as they sloped from the confinement of her bra. They rose and fell gently with her breathing, the soft flesh jiggling delicately, the rosy little nipples quivering. He wanted desperately to touch them, and for just a moment he gave way to the impulse, placing his nervous sweaty hands on the hot mounds of her tits and gently squeezing them. Instantly her nipples went rigid, and he realized that in spite of her "faint" her body was responding to his touch. That might wake her up. He jerked his hands away as if burned.
Dora refrained from sighing out loud. When the doctor touched her breasts, she'd felt an electric shock of desire that radiated through her whole body and caused her vagina to go hot and wet with excitement. She would have loved it if he'd gone on playing with her sensitive tits, but her responsive nipples scared him off. She felt very disappointed. Still she'd made a small gain. There was no medical reason for him to fondle her boobs-he'd obviously done it out of sheer lust for her. It thrilled and encouraged her to know that he found her attractive.
McDonald drew out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead. It wasn't hot in the storeroom. On the contrary, it was kept extra cool to preserve the supplies. He was sweating from a combination of nervousness and lust. For years he'd dreamed of making love to Miss Lane, and the actuality of touching her naked breasts was exciting him beyond reason. He felt an aching stiffness in his crotch, and he looked down to see his pants grotesquely tented with a fierce erection. Damn, damn it all, if it weren't for his accursed shyness, he might have made something of this moment. Still there were legitimate things he could do, thanks to being a doctor. He could loosen and remove more of her clothing to make her comfortable.
He gently removed her shoes and then decided to take off her stockings as well. Stockings were constricting, he told himself, they ought to come off. His hands shook as he eased her skirt up to her waist, uncovering her pantyhose and, beneath them, her lacy white bikini panties. Slowly he drew down the pantyhose taking care not to "wake" her. Her legs were long and slim and well-shaped, and it was the first time he'd seen their whole length because she always wore her skirts so long. He succeeded in getting her stockings off without snagging them, in spite of his nervousness. Then he decided that his first aid measures were wrinkling her dress, and certainly she wouldn't like that. The dress should come off, too.
Dora was struggling to remain limp and convincingly "faint". Her lust was growing almost overpowering. Everytime he touched her, she wanted to moan aloud with desire, to throw her arms around him and beg him to make love to her-but she knew the doctor too well, knew that any such aggressive action would scare him off. Now that she was so close to seducing him, she certainly didn't want to spoil things. She lay quite still burning with arousal. She felt her hungry vagina pulsing and creaming, and she tried to clench her cunt mouth to keep the hot juices inside her body. It would be too gross, too obvious, if the crotch of her panties suddenly went wet and warm. Please, she thought, don't let me scare him away. I've waited so long. ...
After much trembling effort, the doctor succeeded in maneuvering Dora's limp body out of her dress. She lay before him wearing nothing but her skimp white lace panties. She looked delicious to him. He'd always wanted her, but he'd never dreamed that she had such an enticing body. Why in the world had she hidden it all these years in those ugly tight clothes? Why didn't she want to look pretty? McDonald assumed that she had some distorted concept of modesty, some shame about her body. Too bad, there was certainly nothing to be ashamed of here. She was hiding all her best features. He could hardly keep his hands off her. He hadn't thought it was possible for his prick to get any more swollen and hard than it already was, but he felt the burgeoning bulge in his crotch and almost moaned aloud with need. If only he could have her, if only he could take her while she was still unconscious....
Dora lay still, doing everything in her power not to reveal her deception. She knew he was sitting there looking at her nearly naked body, and he wouldn't be doing that if he didn't like it. If only she could be patient, perhaps he would go a step farther. She thought of him feverishly pawing her body, and again her vagina swelled and heated with lust and she had to clench the muscles of her cunt mouth to keep from spilling her cream. Why, why didn't he move, act? What was holding him back?
Nothing was restraining him but his conscience. In his heart he was already balling her, raping her, but he was too much a gentleman to take advantage of her helplessness. Besides, he reasoned, if he leaped on her and fucked her now, she'd never forgive him, he'd lose her forever. No, he had to think of some other way. He had to have her, but not by force. If he could only arouse her, make her feel a need equal to his. . ..
Blushing, almost terrified by his own boldness, the lanky doctor bent low over her limp body and kissed one of her pretty pink nipples. Just in time, Dora stifled a sigh of bliss. She struggled to hold perfectly still as he gathered his courage and fastened his lips around the trembling nipple. She almost fainted with lust and pleasure as she felt the first wet contact of his tongue with her highly sensitive nipple, and when he began to lick and suck it, she couldn't hold back her vaginal juices any longer. They overflowed, soaking the crotch of her panties, and she helplessly blushed.
. Fortunately the doctor didn't notice. He had his face buried against her big quivering boobs, her eyes closed, his mouth busily sucking on her nipple, and all he felt was the sudden warmth of her blush. He thought she was still unconscious, although he realized that her body was responding automatically to his touch, for under his busy tongue her small pink nipple rose and stiffened into erection. He transferred his lips to the other nipple and sucked it erect, too. Dora had to exercise every bit of her self-restraint not to moan her pleasure. So often over the last decade she had fantasized the doctor playing with her tits, and at last it was really happening. She prayed he wouldn't be able to stop.
When both her lovely pink nipples were erect and stiff, when her big breasts had swollen with arousal, the doctor began to think of even bolder things to do. As long as she was unconscious, he wasn't afraid. She couldn't be indignant or outraged. He gazed longingly at the soft curve of her mons beneath her panties. He wanted very much to look at her there, to touch her, to try to arouse her. Would she wake up? Nervously he decided to take the chance. Very gently he seized the waistband of her panties and began easing the garment down over her swelling hips. He took his time, studying her face to see if she was going to wake up. With great effort Dora managed to maintain a blank expression and to keep her eyelids from fluttering. It was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life, because in the act of pulling down her panties the doctor was exciting her almost beyond reason. She wondered just how far he was going to go, and she almost trembled as she imagined how wonderful it would feel if his erect cock were to slip inside her. . . .
McDonald was about to cum in his pants, he was so turned on by the first glimpse of her auburn pussy hairs. The hair was baby-fine, curly, and springy. As he very slowly eased down her panties, the hairs popped into view at the fringe of her pubic bush, and he struggled not to give way to his impatience and savagely rip the panties off her. At last the whole mons was uncovered, a sweet little puff of red soft hair, and he was just bending his head to bury his nose in it when he heard the buzzer of the clinic door.
"Goddamn it all to hell," said the doctor.
Dora repeated the same phrase to herself. Of all the times for a customer to arrive. She heard McDonald sigh with frustration as he let go her panties and rose to his feet. She could have wept with disappointment as she heard him leave the room. Damn it all, she'd been so close to seducing him.
Dr. McDonald passed through the operating room, where the anesthetized Siamese snored happily, and seized his long white surgical gown from its hanger. He fumbled into it hastily, hoping his fierce erection wouldn't show under the loose gown. He didn't know what else to do, since he just couldn't make the hard-on go away by wishing it. He stepped into the waiting room of the clinic and almost groaned aloud. It was Mrs. Angela Tate with her loathsome little dog, Charles. Mrs. Tate, who thought herself a person of great importance, usually lingered for hours and talked the doctor's ear off about some minor ailment of her repulsive pet. Furthermore, McDonald and Charles had no great love for each other. The doctor was fond of animals and usually good at handling them, but he and Charles had never hit it off. This was because Charles didn't think of himself as a dog, the doctor suspected. In any case, Mrs. Tate was the very last person he wanted to see. He managed a tight smile. "Well, well,-' he said, not jovially, "here's our little Charles again. What's the trouble this time, Mrs. Tate?"
Angela addressed him in a cooing voice. "My poor doggums simply will not eat, doctor. I think he must be ill."
"Have you tried waiting till he's hungry?" the doctor said irritably. "Americans tend to overfeed their pets, Mrs. Tate. If the animal has any sense, he won't glut himself."
"I know what my baby needs," Angela said haughtily. "He loves sirloin, but he simply doesn't feel well. I want you to examine him."
Sirloin, hell, thought the doctor, J can't afford it, and this damned mutt gets it every day. It was criminal, but Mrs. Tate was a rich customer and he didn't want to offend her by telling her what he thought of her extravagance. "Mrs. Tate," he said, "there's nothing wrong with that dog. His eyes are bright, his nose is wet, his coat's in excellent shape. He's full of energy. I don't have to examine him to tell you that he's fine. When he feels like eating, he'll eat."
"WELL," Angela said indignantly, "I'm not very pleased with your attitude, doctor. The least you can do is give my Charles a thorough physical."
The doctor lost patience. He thought of Dora lying naked and delicious and helpless in the storeroom, and he wanted to strangle Mrs. Tate-and her dog. "Mrs. Tate," he said coldly, "there is nothing wrong with your pet. Take him home. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an operation to perform. Believe it or not, there are other animals in the world which need attention."
"But, Doctor," cried Angela, "isn't there anything I can do for my doggums?"
"Yes," said McDonald. "Try taking him for a long walk on a short pier. And don't let go of the leash."
Angela gawked, flushed, and stalked out of the waiting room. McDonald locked the door, put up the "Out To Lunch" sign, and ran back to the storeroom, praying that Dora hadn't regained consciousness during his absence. Dora heard him coming and resumed her fainting act. She waited, wondering what he was going to do, while he stood and looked down at her.
McDonald was coming to a decision. Was he going to make love to her, as he had wanted desperately to do for the past ten years, or was he going to let his shyness spoil things for him again? The scene with Mrs. Tate had encouraged him-he'd been bold and rude with the obnoxious woman, and the sky hadn't fallen in on him. It was possible to assert himself without drastic consequences. By God, he was going to do it now. He'd been alone and horny too long. It was time to take chances, time to start living. With a lusty growl, he began to take off his clothes.
At first Dora couldn't believe it, but when she heard his shoes hit the floor and felt the rush of air as his clothes wafted down, she knew it was going to happen. Her heart hammered with joy. At last she'd gotten to him, at last they were going to become lovers. Her body started to tremble with anticipation, but she forced it to be still. She mustn't blow it now. Hot with desire, she waited. The doctor knelt beside her and quickly and deftly slipped off her panties. Then she felt his long lean body coming down on her, felt his bony knees forcing her legs apart. She wanted to assist him, to throw her legs wide open for him, but still she pretended to be unconscious. Only when she felt his amazingly fat long penis nosing into her wet vulva did she helplessly murmur her lust. The doctor hesitated a moment, but when she gave no further signs of awakening, he seized his achingly erect meat and directed the creaming purple glans into the small wet mouth of her cunt. He shivered with joy as he slowly penetrated her, feeling his rigid dick deliciously enveloped in her tight slick vaginal sheath. She was wonderfully small and hot and wet, a pleasure to fuck. He thrust into her quickly, all the way to her womb, hoping to get securely inside her before she woke up. "Aaahhh," sighed Dora.
She couldn't help it, it felt so good. It had been fun when Randy balled her with his hard little boy-prick, but nothing like this. She had a mature cunt, and it needed a full-grown cock. McDonald's penis was more than fully grown-it was monstrous. She hadn't known a penis could be so thick and long and hard. It stuffed her fully, stretching her small passage delightfully, nudging her womb. She creamed hotly all around it, and her hungry cunt tightened, holding his long dick deep inside her. The pretense was over. She opened her eyes and looked him right in the face.
McDonald blushed furiously. "Dora," he stammered, "I, uh, I-"
"Never mind," she said, smiling. "I understand. It's all right."
He sighed loudly and clung to her, burying his face in her hair. He began to fuck her in long deep hard strokes, just the way she'd wanted and needed it for so many years. Dora blissfully gave herself up to it, letting her legs fall wide open, digging her lingers into his shoulders. With each deep thrust of his cock, she creamed furiously and wailed with joy. How badly she'd needed to be fucked, how great it felt. . . . She could have goneon forever. His cock was so thick and swollen, it seemed almost to tear her slick little hole, and yet she loved the near-pain of it. She gurgled happily and jerked her hot pussy in time to his strokes, while his huge bristly balls siapped noisily against her ass. He moaned steadily, for his need was as great as hers. Dora soon felt herself cumming, and the doctor gasped as her small cunt went tight as a vise and red hot, as her slender body spasmed beneath him and she shrilly shouted her joy. He was a very inexperienced lover, however, and he didn't realize that Dora was having an-orgasm. He thought he was hurting her. He tried to withdraw, but it was too late. Her sweet little pussy gripped him too tightly, and he was already starting to cum himself.
He couldn't help it... . He yelped with pleasure and began slamming his cock brutally into her pulpy depths, squirting load after load of cum into her womb.
As soon as his sense returned, he leaped off her, his long pale cock dangling limp and wet between his legs. "Oh, my God, Miss Lane," he said contritely, "I'm so sorry. I behaved like an animal. Please forgive me. It will never happen again, I promise."
Dora gawked at him. What in the world had given him the impression that she hadn't enjoyed it? It was a terrible mistake, and she began to stammer, trying to explain to him that everything was all right.
"No, no," he said nervously, "don't try to make me feel better. I know I've behaved terribly. Let's never mention it again. I'll leave you alone now. You must hate the sight of me."
He rushed from the room, and Dora burst into tears. Her big chance had come-and somehow she'd blown it. She wept as she recalled his words-"It will never happen again."