Chapter 2
At first certain patients had disliked being attended by so young a man; but, by adopting a very serious bedside manner and with more up-to-date knowledge than my ageing partner, I had soon won them over. The practice flourished, and my good-looks caused me to get called out on a lot of unnecessary visits to my more romantic female patients.
One day I found on returning from my morning rounds there had been an urgent telephone call asking me to go round to Belton Hall to see a Miss Wilkinson. The butler apparently had phoned and requested I should come as soon as possible, as his mistress was in considerable pain.
Cursing my bad luck and asking my house-keeper to do her best to keep the lunch warm, I picked up my bag and drove off to see the good lady.
She was one of the few people on our books, whom I had never met. My partner had been in habit of playing periodical visits, but I noticed he never made any entries on her card.
Belton Hall, an imposing building in gray stone, standing in about six acres, was about three miles out on the Northallerton road. I drove up the thickly-wooded drive and drew up at the front door. The butler, a stout man with gray hair, was waiting on the threshold.
"Dr. Horton?" he said, hurrying to meet me. "Miss Wilkinson, said, would I ask you to go round to the garage at the side of the house, where she is waiting for you."
To say I was surprised, would be an under-statement. However, just as I was on the point af asking if she had met with an accident, he strode off into the house and the front door closed behind him.
There was nothing for it but to follow his instructions and find out what was wrong for myself. The garage door stood ajar; inside the electric light was on.
"That you doctor?" an anxious female voice called out. She had no doubt heard my footsteps on the gravel.
"Yes," I replied, pulling open the door, and approaching a small Morris mirror.
One glance sufficed to tell me the cause of the urgent call. Miss Wilkinson, a woman of about forty-five and attractive for her age, was sat well-forward on the seat. Her skirt was pulled up above her waist, her panties were just below her knees, and the gear lever was firmly embedded up her fanny.
"I feel very embarrassed, you finding me like this, doctor," she said. "Dr. Benson always used to come to see me. He was used to my strange ways and knew what to expect. But, doubtless you are a man of the world and know that women like myself, who have been let down by a man when were young, turn against marriage and have to gratify our own sexual urges as best we can."
She spoke in a pleasant, deep voice, that sounded most attractive and her eyes looked straight into mine without any trace of embarrassment. She had neat, wavy, black hair and dark, sparkling eyes, I noticed. A vestige of a smile played on her full lips and under her red top I could see her large, well-developed breasts.
"Unfortunately, doctor," she went on, just as I was about to speak, "I have just recently changed my car. This new model has a slightly larger knob on the gear lever than the one to which I am accustomed. I find that it is impossible to relax the muscles of my vagina sufficiently to disengage it ... so, you see, there was nothing for it but to swallow my pride and send for you."
She laughed at the look of amazement on my face. "Come, doctor, see what you can do. Do you have some chloroform or something with you? Doctor Benson once found that did the trick in somewhat similar circumstances."
"No, I'm afraid I don't," I murmured. "But I have another drug, equally as effective and much less unpleasant. I'll give you an injection and relax those muscles in no time. I laid my bag on the small bench and got busy preparing a syringe.
When I was ready, I got her to raise one leg to enable me to squirt the liquid into the flesh of her soft bottom. I could get an excellent view of the shaft disappearing up her quim and the thick red lips, fully distended, which gripped the lever tightly. I gazed at the profusion of long black hair that covered her mount and sprouted round the sides of her attractive cunt. I could feel my prick hardening at the sight and I was feeling pretty randy myself.
I soon selected a suitable spot and, gripping a fold of skin firmly between my thumb and fingers, pushed in the needle and pushed home the plunger. We talked quietly for some minutes about my dead partner and local affairs until the drug began to effect. Then her eyes closed and she was off into a state of blissful unconsciousness. I saw her body sag and her head drop forward on her chest.
I waited a few minutes longer, while I replaced the syringe in my bag, and then I leaned into the car, gripped her under the arms and contrived to lift her up and backwards over the seat. The large knob extracted itself with a loud plop from her dripping vagina.
I laid her gently on the rear seat, having tipped forward the passenger's seat to allow to stretch out through the open door. She was breathing heavily and her lovely breasts rising: and falling as she did so. Her knees were still slightly raised and parted and her gasping cunt visible for my eager appraisal.
I walked over to the garage door, extracted the vale key. I had noticed in the lock, and pulled the door to behind me.
Safe from interruption I went round to the far side and. opened the driver's door and knelt on the seat. I worked my hand down the neck of her top and felt for one of those luscious white orbs of flesh. Fortunately her bra was slack and I could get my fingers inside to kneed the soft white flesh. Her nipples were erect and hard, and I squeezed each in turn between my thumb and forefinger, whilst leaning over to kiss her on those full moist lips.
I was feeling really randy now, and my hog was distinctly uncomfortable held down against my leg by my trousers. I opened my flies and released it. It was a awe-inspiring weapon of which I was truly proud, and I proceeded to rub it gently with one hand, while toying with the woman's bubs with the other.
I knew that left quietly she would sleep for a couple of hours, and estimated that I could count on at least three-quarters of an hour before even the roughest of handling would rouse her.
I decided that this was one occasion when a doctor might ignore professional etiquette and mix business with pleasure.
I picked up one of her limp arms and brought it forward over the seat. I thrust my prick into the warm palm of her hand and closed the well-manicured fingers around it. Then I felt down for her genitals.
I was surprised how soft the black hairs were to my touch, and I ran my fingers lightly through them before caressing the hard mound at the base of her belly. Next I fingered her slit and parted the outer lips to examine the pink groove and her prominent clitoris.
Removing my hand from her breasts, I got out of the car and went round to the near side to get a better view. My tool was stuck out like a crowbar and yearning for satisfaction.
I pushed her knees wider apart, and gazed at the moist cunt with it's swollen lips and inserted two fingers gently between them The hot slippery passage swallowed them up like a hungry wolf, and I felt right up the woman's twat To the entrance of her womb. I found I could just work my finger tip into the small hole in the cervix.
My tool was throbbing with desire and I threw caution to the winds. Undoing the rest of my flies and pulling a hanky from my pocket I thrust my head and shoulders inside the small car and maneuver myself in position above her reclining body.
Being careful to not arouse her from her deep sleep, I gripped her thighs and pulled her butt to the edge of the seat as near the door as possible. Her trim legs hung out on the garage floor and I lowered myself down on top of her. My randy prick found it's own way to it's fleshy target and thrust deep into her cunt.
She was still limp and her breathing heavy and regular. I started to fuck her with rhythmic strokes, lunging my shaft in and out of her defenseless body.
Sweat was pouring from my brow, as I stove to finish myself as soon as I could. Fires of lust were raging inside me and I looked down at her pretty, sensual face. Her mouth was slightly open, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. I placed my mouth on hers and stuck my tongue into the warm cavity.
This woman was ten or eleven years older than I was; but she had everything a man could ask for. She was one hell of a good poke unconscious, what would she have been like fully roused in bed, I wondered?
It was over six months since I had had a fuck ... that was on a skiing holiday in Austria. So, despite an occasional masturbation, my balls were plentifully stocked and I longed to spend.
As I neared my climax, I fucked her harder and more savagely. I watched her closely for any sign of recovery, but she just lay there and took all I gave her. My heart was pounding and the spunk was starting to flow along the shaft of my penis as with a final lunge I pulled out and grabbed my throbbing prick with the hanky.
I got out just in time before the initial spurt of semen gushed out to soak the material and wet i my hand and wrist.
I was conscious of a gripping of my prick as I came, and put this down to some involuntary action of the muscles of her vagina or possibly to my imagination. I could detect no reaction in her face.
Quickly I wiped myself clean and thrust my member away inside my trousers. I straightened my clothing and pushed the woman's thighs together. I pulled down her skirts and got back on to the front seat in a kneeling position.
With some difficulty I got her into a sitting position rested her head against the far corner. Her panties I picked up from the floor and stuffed into the pigeon hole in the dashboard.
I lit a cigarette and opened one of the garage doors, then I picked up my bag and made my way round to the front of the house.
After stowing the bag in my own car, I rang the front door bell. I wondered just how much the butler knew about his mistress and the reason for my visit. I guessed he knew all about it, but deemed it wise not to say anything to confirm my suspicions. So I contented myself by saying. "Miss Wilkinson is feeling quite better now and is resting in her car. I think it best that she shouldn't be disturbed however and no doubt she will be in for afternoon tea. If not perhaps you would take some out to her about four o'clock. Tell her I will phone this evening after surgery."
I drove slowly back home, reflecting on the frustrated spinster, her strange behavior, her sensual body and my unexpected fuck!
Another fuck was awaiting me when I entered the house.