Chapter 4
Parker noticed the loss of his wallet when he arrived at his office and reached into his pants pocket to pay the cab driver.
It was a small loss. He knew where the wallet was, and assumed that Lola would bring it to the office when she came. Parker had money in the office.
Rita was already there when he came in.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed cheerily, as he walked into the reception area. "You're early."
"Give me five bucks," he said.
Rita reached into the desk drawer where the petty cash was kept and came out with the money.
"She took you for all you were worth," Rita said, grinning at Parker.
"No, I dropped it. It's somewhere in her house."
Having gone out to pay the cab driver, Parker then put on his whites, and waited for his first patient.
The morning went quickly. Parker fucked one of the patients. There was nothing wrong with her. She just needed servicing.
"You'd think these women would marry men who were more sexually compatible with them," Parker said, as he had his morning coffee between patients.
"Why do you complain?" Rita asked. "After all, it's a side practice for you."
"It was fun when I first started, but I really would like to get down to a real medical practice. The only thing wrong with nine-tenths of the women I have as patients is that they're horny."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with that," Rita said, gazing fondly at Parker.
Rita had been in love with Parker since he had hired her. But there was no stopping Parker. He was a swinging single, and if Rita knew anything, she knew that love is not a forced thing, so she went along with him, hating half the society matrons who came into the office, knowing that they were only using the doctor as a stud, and fucked him herself when she could.
"Who's my next patient?"
"The girl whom Lola recommended-Connie Lord."
Parker sighed, and grinned.
"Another case of tumescent twat."
"Parker, grin and bear it!" Rita exclaimed. "After all, you did ask for it. You didn't have to let the first one seduce you, and you don't have to service them."
"Are you trying to reform me?"
'Td be a fool to."
"You could try."
"Parker, as I said, I'm not a fool!"
The" bell which rang each time the door opened, sounded in the office. Rita put down her coffee cup, and went to the reception area.
"Good afternoon," she said, to the tall, gorgeously-built brunette. "You're Connie?"
"That's right," the young woman said. "Lola Wright recommended Dr. Evans to me."
"Would you fill out this form, and then I'll take you to an examining room."
Rita observed the young woman as she was fdling out the form. She, like most of the society women who walked through Dr. Evans's door, was formidable.
Rita spent a lot of time comparing herself to them, wondering what they had that she didn't.
Rita herself was a traffic-stopper, tall, willowy, and genuinely blond. But Dr. Evans didn't seem to know she was alive, except for a pleasant occasional fuck that was, at the same time, extremely casual.
Rita, like Dr. Evans, would have liked to settle down, and she couldn't think of anyone she wanted more to settle down with than Dr. Evans. But right now, his sights were set on the adorable nymphette, Lola Wright.
Connie finished filling out the form, and returned it to Rita.
"Will you come with me?" the nurse said, smiling at her.
Connie followed Rita down the attractively-decorated corridor to an examining room.
"Please take off your clothes, and give me a urine sample," Rita said. "There's a johnny and a sheet on the table. The doctor will be right with you."
Connie was shaking like a leaf when she took off her clothes. Lola had told her about her gynecologist, and spoken so highly of his sexual prowess that Connie became incredibly fascinated.
It was about time for her yearly check-up and she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had to find out for herself just how good the doctor was.
Connie and Lola were close friends. Both of them went to school together. Connie and Lola frequently competed for the same men, and both of them usually got the same men!
Neither of them really cared, because neither of them had met men who really engaged their emotions enough for them to become territorial.
For all her sexual exploits, this was the craziest thing she had ever done-but then, she had been awed that Lola had done it, too.
Whoever heard of seducing a gynecologist in an examining room? The very boldness of it incited Connie to sexual riot.
Using the private lavatory attached to the examining room, Connie left her sample, and then sat on the examining table.
The beautiful nurse came in, took the sample, smiled at Connie and left. She could feel her cunt creaming as she waited for the doctor.
He finally came in and Connie's pussy creamed even harder. He was the best-looking man she had ever seen. Tall, dark, and very, very handsome, he walked over to the table.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lord," he said, his baritone voice shooting through her ears and vibrating in the depths of her aroused womanhood.
"Good afternoon, doctor."
"Anything bothering you?"
"N-noo, Doctor. Just my yearly check up. Lola Wright recommended you to me."
Connie decided that she had never in her life wanted anyone so badly as she wanted the gynecologist! Me pulled down the sheet, and started to examine her breasts.
Connie felt her nipples puckering under his skilled hands, and she closed her eyes, as her flesh crawled with pleasure.
Dr. Evans, looking at her flushed, excited face, knew exactly what she had come for, and he intended to give it to her. She was extremely beautiful, and she looked as hot as any woman who had ever come to his office looking for more than just medical attention.
"Well, everything's fine," he said. He moved down to her belly, and Connie thought she would not be able to contain herself. She clutched the sides of the table, to prevent herself from just grabbing the delicious-looking stud.
In spite of her horniness, and her real reason for being in the doctor's office, she did sense that he knew his business.
He moved from her belly down to her pussy, to examine it. Connie flushed slightly. There was no hiding her condition.
And Parker saw it.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, seeing her pussy lips swollen and glistening with her juices. He grinned.
"Well, it's all your fault," Connie said, looking at him with eyes flashing with lust.
"Then we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Parker said, cupping her muff.
Connie jumped and quivered when she felt his hand caressing her bloated pussy meat.
"I wish you would," she gasped.
Connie trembled with sexual excitement when she heard the harsh rasping of the doctor's zipper, as he pulled his fly down, and pulled out his massive manly rode.
She almost came when Dr. Evans pressed his bulbous, mushroom-shaped dick against her creaming cunt.
He thrust inward, and Connie's thighs, spread by the stirrups into which she had positioned her legs, trembled with the passion which built in her.
Dr. Evans's massive ramrod slithered into her well-oiled cunt, until he was buried to the hilt in her creaming sex ditch.
Connie smiled, thinking of the gossip she would have to share with Lola, but then her sense of victory faded, as she felt the doctor starting to move in her.
She opened her eyes, and looked down at his handsome face. She couldn't believe how huge his prick was, and the more she looked at him, the more infatuated she became with him.
Handsome as he was, well-hung as he was, he was a first-prize catch, and Connie decided right then and there that she wanted him.
She moaned, as he started to move in her, bracing his hands on either side of the table. She felt his prick move out to the tip and then thrust inward again.
Each time his prick thrust inward, she felt a fleshy explosion of pleasure which wreaked havoc with her lust-besotted body.
"Ohh!" she gasped, as the doctor's prick massaged her itching pussy walls. She trembled and started to arch her hips upward, her upward humping motions meshing with the doctor's inward lunges.
She mashed her pussy meat, already bloated with her impassioned blood, against the doctor's hairy loins. She felt her juices coating his pubic hairs, the wetness enhancing the sexual pleasure in which she writhed.
He moved his hands up from the table to caress her slender, firm thighs, and Connie wallowed in the wild welter of passion which possessed her body and inflamed her mind.
She closed her eyes, as his skilled hands played erotically with the flesh of her thighs. She bucked her hips up, meeting his downward thrusts, feeling his cock slithering into her tight little sex bitch, massaging her creaming cuntal flesh, driving her crazy.
His hands moved up to her knees. He cupped her knees with his warm, sweating palms, and then moved downward over her thighs, until his fingers were playing with her pussy hairs.
She gasped at the sensual pleasure he was giving her. Lola had been right. The doctor was good-almost too good!
She gnashed her teeth together as the sweet pleasure bubbled up in her. The delight which surged through her was hot and felt like a viscid, bubbling liquid. It swirled through the empty spaces in her belly as her sap flowed heavily around the doctor's prick.
He lunged inward slowly at first, driving Connie crazy with sweet frustration, and then he started to pump into her faster and harder.
She felt his balls, the hairs covered with the thick honey which flowed from her pussy, slapping against her quivering, rippling ass cheeks. She continued to mash her pussy meat against his groin as he plunged into the teeming depths of her pussy.
The soft liquid feeling seemed to swell her body. Her flesh was one huge pulse point, and her skin crawled with the wild excitement which possessed her.
She felt her cuntal walls tingling with a growing excitement, and her body started to go out of her rational control, as she squirmed on the examining table, pinned to the doctor's massive prick.
She started to pant heavily. The doctor's prick moved harder and faster, seeming to pierce her sex flesh more and more deeply, as his cock swelled in her cunt.
Parker grunted, and the sweat poured from his body as he pumped into Connie's teeming twat harder and faster.
Her cuntal walls gripped his hard-driving shaft, increasing the pressure pleasurably.
Parker felt as if his asshole were on fire. As his cock swelled in her teeming cunt, as his balls swelled with their seething load of come cream, his sphincter muscles clamped hard, and his bung hole tingled with sympathetic pleasure.
His spine felt as if it were electrified. Wild flashes of pleasure and impending orgasmic release shot up and down, causing the hairs at the nape of his neck to curl.
The soft flesh of her thighs, which he had been caressing, stimulated his palms so that they tingled hotly.
Connie felt as if his prick were plowing through her entire body, his cock head emerging from her passion-constricted mouth.
Her head snapped back against the leather cushions of the examining table and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, as she felt the first convulsions of her orgasm gripping her.
Her pussy seemed to turn inside-out as the powerful waves of passionate pleasure singed her mind and drove her into a sexual insanity which she wallowed in.
As her orgasm peaked, she felt the doctor's gism pouring into her overheated twat. For one moment, her heart seemed to stop and her breath caught in her throat, and then, in the fading throes of her orgasm, she was a writhing madwoman all over again.
The doctor shot the last of his wad into her creaming cunt, and withdrew his prick.
While Connie caressed her tits, and wallowed in the sweet aftermath of her orgasm, he washed off his prick and replaced it in his pants. Then he continued with his examination.
As far as he could determine, Connie was fine. He wondered, sometimes, what would happen if he told one of the horny women who came to him for servicing that they had something seriously wrong with them-just to shake them up.
Parker, however, might get annoyed with the constant, superficial demands on him, but he wasn't cruel. He couldn't do it, and Rita was absolutely correct. It took two to tango, and he had gone along with the multiple seductions. They were a pleasant fringe benefit of the job.
He looked forward to his date with Lola that evening. The delectable redhead really turned him on.
Rita left just before seven, and Parker waited. He waited and waited, and waited. Well aware that Lola didn't respect time commitment, he assumed that she would be at least half an hour late. He didn't expect her to be two hours late, but when he called her, there was no answer.
Parker wasn't put out at all.
Lola was playing her games again. He smiled. Sooner or later, she would come back, and when she did, he'd get his.
The following day, a messenger delivered his wallet.
Rita signed for it.
"What's this?"
"That's the wallet I left at Lola's house,"
Parker said, accepting the package.
"You didn't go out with her last night?"
"She never showed, and didn't answer her phone."
"Gee, I'm sorry."
"I'm not. I'll get her for that!"
"Sne may decide to get another gynecologist," Rita suggested.
"That's her loss, and I don't think she'll live without me."
Rita laughed at Parker's self confidence, but she was beginning to get discouraged about her own chances.
The more Parker played around, the more she felt her prospects dimmed. Fooling around is a lot of fun-up to a point. Beyond that point, the pleasures should pale, and if they don't, the person who's fooling around could very well become caught in a merry-go-round of sexual adventures that is hard to get off of.
What Rita didn't count on was Connie's forming a triangle with Lola which would eventually bring everything to a head.
Failing to rouse Lola, Parker went home to his apartment. He had a very large apartment with a huge terrace, overlooking the East River. He had bought it as an ideal home for himself and the wife he eventually thought he'd have.
Right now, it seemed very, very large.
He poured himself a drink, and contemplated calling Lola again. He had let the phone ring for well over five minutes. If she were that determined, calling her again wasn't the answer.
He would just have to wait and be patient.
Thoroughly bored with himself and his thoughts after about an hour, he went to a nice pub near to where he lived.
He watched the girls watching him. It amused him, and he knew, as his eyes raked the bar, that he had his choice of evening companions.
He was surprised when he heard a familiar voice at his elbow.
"Hello."
It was Connie Lord. The handsome brunette had worked her way through the crowds at the bar, and now stood beside him, her haunch pressing warmly against his haunch.
He smiled down at her, attracted to her, also piqued because she was a friend of Lola's.
"Hello, want a drink?" Parker asked.
"Love one," she replied, her voice husky.
While they drank, they talked. Connie was intelligent, and rather interesting in her way. She had, for all her wealth, a job which gave her an added dimension.
Parker forgot about Lola as he talked to the lovely Connie. Connie suggested a walk by the river, and Parker agreed. He had always loved walking, and Connie enhanced his pleasure with spritely conversation and a tacit promise of sexual pleasure to follow.
After tiring themselves out walking, Parker suggested his place and a nightcap.
"Love to. Where do you live?"
"Right over there."
Connie was impressed with the attractively decorated apartment.
"It's lovely. Did you have a decorator do it?"
"No. I did it myself."
"I like it. But why so large?"
"To save me the trouble of finding a larger place when and if I get married."
"Ahh," Connie said, her pussy creaming. Here was a man after her own heart.
Connie hadn't thought of marriage, until that particular moment, but here was a doctor who was on the way up, and he was the handsomest man that Connie had ever met, in addition to being a cocksman of no mean talent.
That in itself was more than a selling point. Connie would willingly give up the good, free, swinging life in order to live with Parker.
She accepted his invitation to stay for the night, and then made breakfast for him in the morning.
Connie had decided to launch an all-out attack on the good doctor. They both left for their respective offices, and later that afternoon, she called" Parker.
"I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had last night."
"Thank you," Dr. Evans said, grinning from ear to ear. He had had a good time as well, and he told her.
"I'm giving a dinner party next week. Just twelve people, with a few coming later for coffee and dessert. Would you like to be my co-host?" Connie asked.
Parker thought for a moment, and then agreed.
He had hoped that Lola would only stay away for a few weeks, but it wouldn't hurt to cultivate her friend. Connie would probably have social contact with Lola, and it might keep Lola's interest alive.
Parker had no idea why he was so interested in Lola. She was gorgeous, that was true, and she was sexy, but he never examined his keen determination to get her to marry him.
If he had given it any real thought, he might have come up with the conclusion that Lola was not the marrying kind, or wouldn't make a good wife for him.
In the meantime, he lived happily, grumbling constantly about the sexual demands made on him by his horny patients.
The day before Connie's dinner party, Rita got annoyed with him.
"For God's sake, if you're really interested in practicing medicine, why don't you do volunteer work at the emergency clinics at some of the city hospitals?" she asked. "You'll get plenty of practice there!"
Parker frowned, and snapped his fingers.
"That's not a bad idea! I could work at some clinic a couple of afternoons a week, and really catch up."
Rita grinned at him and shook her head. Parker made several phone calls, and set up interviews for the following week at several of the larger clinics.
The following day, he went through his usual office routine, and then went home to dress for dinner.
The party was in full swing when he arrived. Connie had a large, attractive apartment on Central Park West. It overlooked the park and the reservoir.
He was surprised to find Lola there with a tall, good-looking but somewhat dumb man, Parker discovered.
Lola's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she teased Parker mercilessly for a good part of the evening.
Parker ignored her, until the party was really going strong, and couples started to disappear into some of the rooms, overcome by lust.
He assiduously paid attention to Connie, until Connie became involved with a former lover. Parker watched her following the lover into the library at the end of the hall.
Lola was flirting with one of Connie's fellow-workers, and Freddie, the man with whom Lola had come to the party, was obviously sulking on the terrace, where he had gone with a drink.
Parker, making the rounds, filling drinks, and chatting with various people, watched Lola, until she went to the bathroom.
That was exactly what Parker was waiting for!
He followed her down the hall, and then waited outside the door while she peed. He was standing in the doorway when she swung it open, and he pushed his way inside, closing and locking the door after him.
Lola had let out a little shriek when she had seen Parker barring her way. Now she backed up toward the bathtub.
"You and I had a date a week ago," Parker said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lola shrugged.
"Something more important came up," Lola replied, obviously torn between nervousness and sexual excitement.
You could have called me, and not left me waiting."
"Well, after all, you kept me waiting. You tied me up and left me in that examining room of yours for hours!"
"You asked for it."
"I refuse to be intimidated," Lola replied, defiantly.
"I don't intend to intimidate you," Parker said, advancing on the delectable redhead, "but I do intend to teach you a lesson."
"You let me go," Lola shrieked, as Parker grabbed her.
Sitting down on the toilet seat, he forced the struggling girl onto his lap, and then used his handkerchief to gag her.
"You aren't smarter or stronger than I am," Parker said, as he started to remove her clothes. "And before you leave this party tonight, you'll know it."
Lola moaned, as the powerful doctor started to take off her clothes.
In minutes, Lola was naked, her arms tied over her head to the shower. Parker took off his clothes, and then got into the tub with her.
"Now you're going to learn that it isn't nice to make enemies."
He turned on the cold water, and laughed as Lola squirmed and squealed behind her gag as the water caressed her skin in a stinging spray.