Chapter 10

Susan went out that Sunday morning and found a nice place in Laguna Beach to rent. It was a small guest cottage tucked away behind a much larger dwelling. Situated on the slope of a tall hill, it had a magnificent view of the Pacific ocean. A short stroll brought her down to the sun and surf of the sandy beach. For such a location, she expected the rent to be quite high, but once the landlord, who lived in the main house, got a look at her, he immediately slashed his listed price in half. He wanted her as a tenant.

Susan still might not have rented the place if her landlord had not been so attractive. She was looking for an attractive landlord to go with an attractive pad. When she woke up in the middle of the night needing cock, she did not want to have to go too far to get it.

George Wollitz was thirty-two, single, and a successful doctor. That last quality naturally enhanced his sex appeal. He was not handsome in a masculine, stud-like way, however. Rather, he had a delicate, almost feminine, beauty. Slim and of average build, with wavy black hair, his features were soft and youthful. The compassion of his profession was expressed in his eyes and soft mouth. Yet, there was no shyness about him. He had a confident attitude to go along with his good looks. It was obvious that he got plenty of pussy, but Susan was an above average catch for him or any man. He wanted her bad.

Susan, playing the role of a tease, tormented him with hints of carnal pleasures to come. During that first interview, she batted her eyes at him and displayed plenty of leg. Susan always wore outfits that showcased her gorgeous legs, and that day her hemline was way up there. George was obviously aroused, but she did not fuck him that first day. Nor did she fuck him the day after. Instead, she waited until the third day, after she had made a thorough study of his patterns, to begin her conquest. Like a true enchantress, she had her seduction all mapped out in her head. The poor fellow didn't stand a chance of escaping her trap.

The bait for the trap, naturally, was herself. Part of the bargain in receiving a low rent for her one-room house was that she was supposed to fix up the place. It had been neglected for a very long time. George was simply too busy with his private practice to do the work himself. So, on Tuesday, Susan dressed herself up in a pair of farmer's blue jeans, the type that strap over your shoulders to cover your chest, and began to paint the outside walls with a roller brush. She did it slowly, not hurrying, waiting for George to come home. The blue jeans, bought in a man's size, were really too big for her. The shoulder straps were necessary to hold the loose-fitting garment up. Otherwise they'd fall down to reveal that she wore nothing underneath.

Dr. Wollitz came home that afternoon at about the time she expected him. Parking his Corvette in the driveway that both buildings shared, he slammed shut the door and began walking towards the back entrance to his house, whistling happily to himself. Then he caught sight of Susan in her loose, paint-smeared blue coveralls and just about tripped over himself. After a short conference with himself, he sauntered over, ostensibly to admire her work, but really to admire her body.

"Looks great," he said. "You paint very well."

"Thanks. I wish I was a little bit taller, though."

Susan stood on her tiptoes and stretched to reach the top of the wall. Looking at her from the side, George caught sight of one of her nipples and nearly swooned. He wanted to fuck her bad.

"Perhaps you should get a crate to stand on," he suggested. He found his voice shuddering in tune to his fast-beating heart. "I think I have one in the garage."

"Yes, perhaps. Later."

Silence ensued. George could not think of anything else to say and became uncomfortable standing there. It was obvious to him that Susan was completely nude under her coveralls. He tried not to stare at her shapely body, not out of politeness to her, but because he did not want to get an erection. Susan gave him no hints that she was interested in sex. After that first interview, when she had been so flirtatious with him, she had become a cold fish.

"Well, I have to go inside and change," George said finally. "I'll be seeing you."

He turned around to leave.

"Oh, doctor?"

He stopped. "Yes?"

Facing him, Susan put a hand over her heart. "I've been having some problems with my chest. I'm wondering if you could give it a listen."

Susan had noticed that he still wore his white coat and stethoscope. He always came home from the office dressed in his work clothes.

"Sure. What kind of problems?"

"You'll have to listen to it to understand what I mean."

"Okay."

He began to take out his stethoscope. Susan stopped him with a gesture.

"Not here. Inside."

"Oh. Okay."

Susan dropped her brush into a bucket of paint and led George into her cottage. She sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled down the straps and front section of her coveralls, exposing her breasts. Though he had half-expected this, George was startled nonetheless. Susan had such magnificent breasts, better than the ones he usually saw on his patients. His cock slowly stirred to life, hardly a professional reaction. He sucked in his breath and tried to regain control over himself. He put the ends of the stethoscope in his ears and then placed the metallic disk on her Susan's breast. She shivered at its cold kiss.

"Take a deep breath and exhale."

Susan did as he directed. George listened but could hear nothing unusual going on in her chest. He moved the disk to her other breast, which quivered under his trembling fingers. He willed himself to calm down. He had seen thousands of breasts before and should not be so excited by this particular pair.

"Again, please."

Susan took another deep breath and exhaled. "Do you hear it, doctor?"

"Hear what?"

"My heart beating."

"Of course I hear your heart beating. What's wrong with it?"

"Well, it's beating kind of fast, isn't it?"

George listened again and frowned. This was something he had not noticed before, but should have. "Yes, it is beating kind of fast. Faster than would be considered normal. Very odd. Very odd, indeed. How long has it been beating like this?"

"Oh, for about five minutes."

George's eyes widened. "Really? You mean it just started?"

"Yes."

"What were you doing when it began?"

"Looking at you."

Susan gave George a smile that was unmistakably playful. His own heart gave a lurch and began beating irregularly. He returned her smile, at last catching on to the fact that this was a seduction. She had really fooled him. He removed the stethoscope from Susan's breast and replaced it with his hand.

"I'm curious, does this make your heart beat faster?"

"Oh, yes, doctor," she breathed. "Much, much faster."

"Really. What happens if I do this?"

George traced her nipple with the tip of his finger. Her circle of pink flesh swelled to a hard point. Susan shivered, though not because she felt cold. His warm hand and light, ticklish touch stimulated her beyond her body's level of tolerance.

"Ohhhh! I think that my heart shall explode!"

He removed his hand in alarm. Then his face regained its objective composure. "Your symptoms are very pronounced. I'm afraid your case is terminal."

Susan was frightened. "What do you mean, doctor? What do you think I have?"

George considered his answer very carefully. "Hmm, it could be any number of things, actually. It could be arrhythmia, which is a very serious disorder of the heart. It could be that you overextended yourself physically while painting. Not likely, but possible. Or it could be ..."

He left the answer hanging in the air. Susan swallowed the bait.

"It could be what, doctor?"

"Well, based on the evidence, I would say that you are sexually aroused."

Susan's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes, really. It is a not uncommon condition. It happens to millions of women every day, particularly when they spot rich, handsome young doctors getting out of their Corvettes. Would you like a second opinion?"

"No, doctor, I think I like that condition. Is there a course of treatment?"

"Yes. Two, actually."

"What's the first one?"

"Take a cold shower."

Susan frowned. "I'm not sure I like that treatment. What's the other one?"

"I shall have to demonstrate it for you. First, though, you must remove all of your clothing."

Susan stood up and stepped out of her loose-fitting coveralls. George's eyes inspected her naked body critically. It looked to be in fine shape.

"Now what, doctor?"

"Now I need to take off all of my clothes as well."

It took longer, but the task was accomplished. Susan could see that he was already wearing an erection. His cock was somewhat small, but beautiful nonetheless.

"Now what, doctor?"

"Now comes the most difficult part. Now I need to probe you."

"Probe me?"

"Yes."

"Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is. Do you want a second opinion?"

"No, doctor. I think that I would like to be probed."

"Good. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide for me."

"Should I say 'ah?'"

"Uh, no, just spread your legs."

Susan did just that. George lowered himself on top of her and inserted his "probe" into her vagina. Its passage was eased by her incredible leakage.

"Oh!" Susan cried.

"Ahhhhh," George sighed. He squirmed his "probe" around in her hot, wet hole and was well-satisfied with the fit. "How does my probe feel inside you, Susan? You're not uncomfortable, are you?"

"Oh, no, doctor," she grunted, "Not at all!"

"Good."

George began to move his "probe" in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm. Her breathing fell in step with his measured pelvic movements. Each stroke of his instrument was rewarded with a nice squishy sound from her cunt. Susan was flowing like the Nile river and this really stimulated him. He could feel his penis drowning in her pungent waters.

"You are very wet down there," George observed.

"Yes, doctor, I know."

"Is that normal for you?"

"Only when I'm being probed or expect that I'll soon be probed."

"How often do you get probed?"

"Not as often as I would like. You probe rather well, doctor."

"Thank you. Other patients of mine have told me that."

Susan closed her eyes and moaned. The sensations that she felt were exquisite. Though the doctor's tool was small, he wielded it expertly. He lifted his butt slightly with each thrust, rubbing her clit directly and vigorously with his hard shaft. The friction generated hot, tingling sparks that coursed along her nerve fibers. She clenched her hands behind his back.

"Do you probe other patients often?" she asked. Her pleasure was so intense that she could hardly speak. The words came out in a strained gasp.

"All the time, but seldom ones as beautiful as you."

He bent his head down and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting her salty sweetness. Susan shuddered, electrified. Heat pervaded her body. Tiny beads of perspiration sprouted from her pores. Her skin was flushed a deep, deep red.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."

George continued to lick her lips. Then he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Susan tried to capture it with her own tongue but he eluded her. After the brief incursion, he sucked his tongue back into his mouth and smirked at her. Susan could tell that he liked to torment females.

"Are you enjoying your treatment?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, doctor. How long do you think it will take before I am cured."

"A very long time."

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Ohhhh, yessss!"

Susan sunk her nails into George's ass cheeks and thrust her hips at his cock to encourage deeper and faster penetration. Like a horse whipped into a trot by its rider, he groaned and picked up the pace. Susan enjoyed the feeling of his weight pressing down upon her. His sweaty skin stuck to hers, acting as a conduit for warmth and electricity to pass between their bodies. The soft fur on his chest tickled her hard, sensitive nipples as he rocked back and forth above her, pounding away at her charged midsection. His cock, never faltering in its musical cadence, was burning a delicious hole in her abdomen. Susan could not produce enough juice to quench the fire raging down below. Mercilessly chafed, her clit was numb with pleasure, quaking with suppressed energy. Very soon, it would erupt and spread hot rapture throughout her body.

George noticed Susan's breasts jiggling beneath him and a wonderful idea occurred to him. "When was the last time you had your breasts examined?" he asked.

"I examine them every day, doctor."

"I mean by a trained professional."

"It's been a long time, I'm sorry to say."

"May I?"

"Please do."

Supporting his weight on one elbow, he fondled Susan's tits with his right hand as he fucked her. Breasts were his favorite parts of women. He marveled that Susan could still have such firm breasts at her age. There wasn't a trace of sag anywhere in them. Her nipples were hard peaks of flesh that scratched his palm as his hand roamed over them. Beneath the red tips, her mounds were swollen to almost twice their normal size. George gave one of them a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a shudder and gasp from Susan. She was incredibly sensitized to his touch.

"Oh, doctor, my breasts are so ticklish! I don't know how much longer I can stand your exam!"

"That's okay, I'm done. You have very healthy breasts, I'm glad to say."

Susan said nothing more, but vented her feelings in a long, strained moan. George could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and so was he. He tried to think of ways to prolong the blissful torture he felt. Abruptly, his eyes alighted upon ajar of petroleum jelly sitting on the edge of Susan's night stand. He smiled to himself. He did not think it had been left there by accident. Susan had obviously planned this whole thing out from start to finish. The thought of what she wanted him to do to her excited him. Without warning, he removed his dick from her pussy.

"Why did you stop?" she whimpered. "I was enjoying that!" Her hips kept rocking back and forth as if she was still being fucked.

"I'm done probing your vagina. I think that I should probe your anus now."

Susan's eyes sparkled lustily, but she pretended reluctance. "Oh, doctor, must you?"

"Yes, I must."

"Okay, doctor. I trust your opinion."

On her own accord, she turned herself over onto her hands and knees. George could tell that she really wanted to be fucked in the ass. His dick yearned to satisfy her. He dipped his hand into the jar of petroleum jelly and smeared the lubricant around her puckered hole and along the entire length of his hard shaft. Then, holding her by the flanks, he inserted the engorged head of his penis into her quivering opening.

"Ohhhhh!" Susan cried, squirming.

George held her still as he slowly worked his way into her. Her bucking became quite violent and he had to use all of his strength to steady her. Susan's bowel muscles resisted his intrusion, tried to expel his hard member, but the pressure he applied was relentless. She clenched her jaws, suppressing a scream of pain. It had been a long time since her last ass fuck. Of late, Howard did not like doing it and she had forgotten how to take it. Then she remembered to relax her muscles and the pain abruptly lessened. George's cock, really the perfect size for this job, slid all the way inside her. Susan sighed.

"Does my probe feel comfortable inside your ass?"

"Yes, doctor," she grunted, "very comfortable."

"Good. I am now going to fuck you with it."

"Oh, I love it when you talk so clinical!"

With the resistance gone, he now began to pump her in earnest. Greased, his hard cock slid in and out of her tight hole easily, spearing sweet warmth into her bowels. Susan remembered how much she liked being fucked in the ass. It was not so much the physical sensations it produced as the thought of engaging in a forbidden pleasure that stimulated her. Sodomy was one of the original sins, and despite the fact the it was not so-called "natural," it was highly erotic, something to try on a rainy day when the same old grind became a bit of a bore. It was not raining now, but that was beside the point. Susan enjoyed George's dick in her ass. The reverberations of his deep plunges rippled through her flesh to tickle her clit, already highly charged with tingling electricity. She encouraged her pre-orgasmic ache by fingering the erect button with one hand.

George closed his eyes and concentrated on his rhythm. Susan's tight hole chafed his sensitive cock far better than her pussy, giving him maximum stimulation. His excitement at fucking Susan in the ass was quickly propelling him to a climax. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it off, but it was impossible. He cried out a warning to her.

"I'm cumming! Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!"

"Cum in my ass!" Susan cried. "Cum in my ass!"

"Okay. Here I c-c-c-c-cuuummmmm!" Susan felt George's hot fluid explode into her rectum. This emission stimulated her own violent climax. She screamed, screamed so loud that her partner's cry was completely drowned out. Electricity inundated her system, frying her nerve endings. Caught in a storm of sensations, she bucked and thrashed as George continued to drive his cock deep into her ass, riding his own orgasm to the fullest. Her bowel muscles contracted around the invading organ, this time not expel it but to retain it, to hold it in her ass. George grunted as she squeezed his semen right out of him, crushing him dry. The warmth of his spillage soothed and thrilled Susan as it filled and spread outward from her belly.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" she cried.

Susan humped his cock with her ass. Her mind no longer had control over her body. All of her movements were now controlled by the tiny, quivering organ at the entrance to her cunt. It was going wild, making her body go wild. The sweet pain of orgasm was both unendurable and irresistible to Susan. Overloaded, her body tried to recoil from that intense, blistering pleasure, while at the same time seeking more of it.

Susan's violent movements alarmed George. He grabbed the back of her neck and held her down. His dick was so tightly embedded in her ass that he was afraid it would be torn off at the base. Yet it felt so damn good in there he did not want to remove it. He continued pumping her, utilizing short, jerking motions, though he no longer had any cum to give. Susan's impaled body squirmed on the end of his shaft, her shudders causing her tits, thighs, and other soft parts to jiggle sexily. Suddenly, her spasmodic movements reached a frenzied tempo. Her eyes went wide and she screamed louder than ever.

Then her movements came to a shuddering end.

Exhaling, she collapsed forward onto her stomach, breathing heavily. George followed her down, his dick still firmly entrenched in her ass. Her bowels were more relaxed now, no longer exerting their crushing grip, yet he was reluctant to remove his organ from its new, wonderful sheath. As she lay there, he stabbed into her a few more times and then stopped, letting his dick grow limp inside her. Her warm, sweaty body felt good beneath him.

"I pronounce you cured," he said.

It took Susan a while longer to collect her breath. She humped just as vigorously as any man, and came ten times as hard. "So, doctor," she asked between pants, "how much are you going to charge me for this visit?"

"I think you've already paid me for it quite well, thank you."

Susan laughed.