(Part 01)
Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.
As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention but then Linda also started to demand one to one attention.
(Part 02)
But despite his sexual partnerships with them and the threesomes his life didn’t entirely revolve around them, occasionally he did things that had nothing to do with shagging members of the medical profession.
So it was a cold Monday night in January and Nigel had been playing 6 aside football at the Finchbottom Leisure Centre with a group of friends.
But when he walked out of the front doors, Finchbottom was in the teeth of a blizzard, and he found his sports gear somewhat inadequate for the conditions.
He decided to run to the car and get the heater going as soon as possible.
Nigel got in the car and started the engine, the roads around the Leisure Centre were very bad but the Finchbottom Expressway was fine.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is about” he thought to himself smugly and then he got off the motorway and onto the untreated roads and he knew exactly what all the fuss was about.
The roads were barely visible and he drove very gingerly along the first stretch, which ended at a roundabout, which is where he got lucky.
A Range Rover entered the roundabout ahead of him and turned off onto the road he wanted, so he got in its tracks and followed it for about four miles and then just as he was beginning to feel smug again his luck ran out as the Range Rover turned left at the T-junction and Nigel was going right.
As luck would have it the road was not as bad as the previous one and showed distinct signs of having had more traffic using it and there were even visible signs of Tarmac.
So he pressed on with caution and he was less than two miles from home when disaster struck, when he took a right hand bend slightly too vigorously and lost the back end and went off the road arse first into a ditch.
He tried to drive out of it but to no avail and resigned himself to the fact he would have to walk the last mile and a half.
He got out of the car and the wind cut through his thin clothing like it wasn’t there.
“No matter” he thought, “I’ll get my coat out of the boot”
But when he got to the back of the car he found the boot staved in and he was unable to open it.
“Bollocks” he said
So there was nothing for it than to get home as quickly as he could.
The problem was that as quickly as possible isn’t very quick at all when you are improperly dressed and walking in thick snow while being battered by a howling wind.
He made really slow progress and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, so he made a phone call to the only person he thought could help him, Dr Celeste Hanley, because she drove a Cherokee Jeep.
When the phone was answered she was surprised.
“Nigel?” she retorted “why are you phoning at this time?”
“Caa Caa Car crcrcrashed” he stuttered “Strannndded”
“Oh God” she said urgently “Are you hurt?”
“Ccccold” He chattered
“Alright stay in the car and keep out of the wind” she said once he had relayed his position “Don’t wander off”
“Ok” he replied weekly
(Part 03)
It had been more than an hour and there was no sign of her and he was just about to give up on her and start walking when he saw headlights through the falling snow.
He was so cold he got in the car without speaking and even in the warmth of the car he couldn’t speak for the chattering of his teeth and he couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying.
So he didn’t hear her say that she was taking him back to her house.
“Come with me” she ordered “we need to warm you up”
She took him from the hall and upstairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t need to be shown the way, he’d been in the bedroom many times before and he’d been inside Celeste in that bedroom many times before.
Once in the bedroom Celeste didn’t dwell, she opened the other door to the en suite and flicked another switch and a light flickered into life.
She quickly turned on the shower before turning towards him.
“Right” she said, “Get those wet clothes off”
He tried to comply but he couldn’t feel his fingers as he struggled with the buttons.
So Celeste had to undress him, normally a rather enjoyable activity, but this time it was rather less so.
“What on earth were you thinking?” she barked as she undid his shirt “you stupid man”
He didn’t respond, as the chattering of his teeth appeared to be worsening.
“You could have died out there,” she continued pulling down his trousers and pants
“You could have died” she repeated and smacked his bare bum cheek
She placed a stool in the shower cubicle.
“Sit down there babe” she instructed as she helped him in to the cubicle before adjusting the shower head so he got a good dousing of the tepid water.
“StStStill cold” he stuttered after about five minutes
“I know babe” she said “but we need to warm you up slowly”
She bent down and picked up all his wet things and holding them at arm’s length she said
“I’ll be back in a minute”
She was good to her word and when she returned she brought a chair with her, she adjusted the temperature of the water a few degrees and then she sat down and watched him.
She repeated the procedure every ten minutes or so and after about forty minutes he was starting to get feeling back in his fingers and toes and his teeth had stopped chattering.
(Part 04)
“How are you feeling now?” she asked
“I’m warming up a bit I think” Nigel replied
“Ok” she said and opened the cubicle door “let’s get you on your feet”
Celeste helped him to stand up and took the stool away and said
“Let’s start getting that warmth circulating round your body”
“It’s hard,” he said pathetically
“Just walk round and round and if you keep moving I’ll turn the temperature up every five minutes” she said “but if you stop moving I’ll turn it down”
“What kind of a doctor are you?” he asked
“One with your best interests at heart” she said “now move”
It was quite a big cubicle and he just had to walk up and down.
After about an hour of this the water started to feel hot on his skin for the first time and he thought
“I’m thawed”
Five minutes later Celeste said
“Ok time to get out, you’re starting to look like a lobster”
He did as he was told and got out and she was waiting with towels for him and it was while she was wrapping him in them that he caught sight of his own reflection in the steamy mirror.
He wiped a patch of the glass with the corner of the towel
“Argh” he exclaimed
“What’s the matter?” Celeste asked concerned “is it your chest? Are you getting pains?”
“Look! Look!” he said pointing,
“What?” she said confused
That was when he realised he was pointing at his reflection which she couldn’t see from her perspective so he looked down instead.
“Argh” he screamed “it’s dropped off”
His penis and its associated components were missing.
Nigel was filled with remorse and then like in the last moments of a drowning man’s life, every piece of pussy he’d ever had passed before his eyes in every lurid detail.
With grave concern on her face Celeste stared at him before looking down at the sight of his affliction and then she laughed
“Heartless bitch” he thought.
“Aww it looks like a button mushroom” she said unhelpfully and laughed again
“How can you be so callous” he said dramatically “show some respect for the dead”
“Don’t be so dramatic” she scolded, “give it a while and it will pop out like a jack in the box”
“No” he said solemnly “the beast is dead”
Then he turned and wrapped the towels around him to preserve his dignity before walking forlornly into the bedroom and plopping down into an easy chair.
Celeste followed him into the room speaking words of encouragement to him but he was not convinced,
“Don’t despair Nigel” she urged as she placed a thermometer in his mouth
“It’s only temporary”
Celeste then proceeded to put a cuff around his arm to check his blood pressure.
While she pumped the bulb he was consumed by dark thoughts of the demise of his dick.
“Good” she announced loosening the cuff before she took the thermometer from his mouth looked at it and nodded approvingly
“I can confirm you are definitely alive,” Celeste said as she sat on the bed opposite him.
“Cheer up, it won’t take much to get the old boy going again,” she said encouragingly but he was far from sure and when he looked at her he thought
“It will take a miracle with you dressed like that”
(Part 05)
He had never seen her dressed in a more unattractive way all the time he had known her.
She was wearing a shapeless thigh length turtleneck sweater over thick black leggings, which were tucked into equally thick socks and ankle boots.
She was dressed for practicality, he knew that, it was a very sensible outfit for the conditions, but it was not sexy, and she very definitely was.
Her reassuring words, regardless of what she was wearing, were not bringing him out of his torpor of melancholy.
“He just needs some encouragement” she said, “just try to think of some of his past triumphs”
Nigel was unmoved and more to the point so was his cock.
“Just think of all the times we’ve done it, all the places and all the positions” Celeste suggested, but he didn’t respond
“I can still remember vividly that first time in consulting room” she continued
“Yes so can I” he thought
“When I wandered around the office sans undies and you fingered me while I sat on the corner of my desk, God that was so dirty” she said wistfully “And so good”
Celeste paused and looked away reflectively as if she was rerunning the whole night through her head.
“Then you had Linda on the floor while I watched”
Then she recounted every coupling they had ever engaged in, every location, every position, every orgasm and all the time his genitalia remained conspicuous by its absence.
But she carried on regardless and although her intention was to arouse his frozen soldier she only served to arouse herself instead.
As he looked at her across the bed from him, he saw she had both hands in her lap pressing her sweater between her legs and she squirmed perceptibly as she sat narrating the history of their love making.
“And then there was the conference call” she exclaimed, “God with everyone just outside”
“Yes that was special,” he agreed as he watched her hands moving on her lap.
“Don’t forget the time you ravished me in my own office while Linda was running the “Well man” clinic, and I made you strip off and ride me on my chair” he said
She glanced in his direction and clearly thought by his expression that she was getting through to him so in the best interests of her patient she yanked up her sweater with one hand and slid the other one under her waistband and down the front of her leggings and inside her knickers.
He could see the contours of her hand in its animated probing of her own pussy.
“Tell me more,” He suggested as he felt sensation down below
“Our romantic dinner in the Clayton Manor Hotel restaurant when I went commando”
She said with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as her fingering became more frenetic.
“And you kissing my nonny while I was on the phone to Linda was very…” she said and paused briefly as she came “sexy”
(Part 06)
He unwrapped the towels from around himself and found his little purple-headed friend had finally answered the call, he wasn’t in full attendance but at least he had turned up.
“Look whose here” he said
Celeste opened her eyes and glanced across and did a kind of double take before she scrambled towards him.
Her hand was still busy in her knickers as her mouth engulfed all of him, not that there was an awful lot of him at that point.
“Oh” he said feebly as she sucked vigorously on his diminished member while she fingered herself with equal ferocity.
And by the time she had wanked herself to orgasm his manhood was wide-awake and she gave one final long gentle suck on his shaft before she release it.
Celeste stood up and as she turned her back on him she wiped her slavering lips on her sweater sleeve then she pulled her leggings down to her knees.
“Big knickers?” he exclaimed as he spied her arse clad in M&S passion killers
“They’re practical” she said defensively “I can’t wear silk and lace all the time you know”
“They’re certainly practical looking,” he said
“Shut up and pull them down,” she ordered so he tugged her practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.
Nigel’s hand released her knickers above her knees before they crept up her firm thighs, paused briefly to appreciate her firm cheeks before they settled on her hips and prepared to guide her backwards.
One of Celeste’s hands reached out and gripped the top of the chest of drawers tightly while the other grasped the arm of the chair and she gripped so tightly that her knuckles whitened before she moaned quietly, as her buttocks clenched and she squirmed and wriggled her way down his shaft until her hot creamy cunny had consumed all of him.
His hand then left her bounteous hips and went up to find her tits which he was relieved to find were not enclosed in a utilitarian practical garment but encased within lace trimmed satin cups quickly replaced by his eager hands and all the while Celeste was rising and falling on him exuding the most divine utterances on the downward stroke as she creamed his balls with her exuding abundance.
He still fondled her breasts as he enjoyed the ride and the dirty Doctor did all the work and making deliriously sensual sounds as she enjoyed him.
She increased the tempo as she neared Shangri-La and he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her breaths became deeper and more erratic as her head rolled back and forth until her panting rasping breaths reached crescendo as she cried out in orgasm.
Then as she rose and fell on him once more he came which seemed to take her by surprise
“Oh” she exclaimed and then relaxed on top of him and sighed
“That felt so good” she said giggling, “I’m so glad it’s not dead”
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