The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of
Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a
few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside
the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock
Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where
thirty two year old Gloria Samson lived and worked.
She was under no illusions about herself, she knew she was very plain
looking, the large aquiline nose didn’t help, but she thought her short blonde
hair was her crowning glory, though when she was working she wore it in a pony
tail, and she worked a lot, in fact her work ethic bordered on the epic and she
was also a very small woman, standing 5ft tall in stocking feet.
But being stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, and no hips to
speak of, meant from behind she looked like a boy, she had very nice legs
though and tiny feet, for a grown woman anyway.
So, she had no major assets to speak of, not visible ones at any rate,
she had her work ethic obviously, a gentle nature, a heart as big as the moon
and she was very good in bed.
But she was left alone after her husband of 10 years Terry, told her
out of the blue that he had been seeing another woman, for six years, and he
was leaving her to live with Dawn in Abbottsford.
However, there was one other man in her life that she thought was a
suitable candidate for her affections and her lust who was one of her
long-standing clients, Dr Rowe.
Dr Phillip Rowe was a physio therapist who divided his time between St Lucy’s Hospital in Sharpington, where he held NHS Clinics, 3 times a week and his private practice which he ran out of his home in Willow, and it was in his surgery that he first met Gloria.
Gloria had torn her calf muscle and needed physio on it, but the NHS
waiting list was insanely long, so she had to go private, it was expensive but
necessary as she needed it to heal as quickly as possible so she could keep up
her punishing work schedule without letting her clients down.
He was a quiet unassuming man, 37 years old, medium height, slim build, with thinning sandy hair
and grey eyes, and she liked him very much, and had from the beginning and she
had to spring a trap to get him, but he was very willing prey, who allowed
himself to be caught on multiple occasions.
It had been a month since their sexual relationship began in the entrance hall of his surgery, and like that very first time she had just finished her period and she was exceptionally horny, but unlike the last time she knew the quality of the sex that she had been going without.
Also on this occasion she didn’t have to contend with his shyness, so
she didn’t think she would need to deploy the same tactics she did the first
time, to get her over the line.
She would just have to
let him know she was horny and that would be that, without even having to
deploy her best assets, one being an extremely cute bum and the other her
stunningly nice legs.
More often than not,
because she knew she had great legs, she wore short skirts and because she had
the arse of a teenage boy her second outfit of choice were jeggings.
When she was wearing
the former she would perform tasks around him which involved her stretching up
to her maximum height or on tiptoes so the hem of her skirt would rise justenough to expose the merest glimpse of her panties.
When she was wearing
jeggings or leggings she would perform lower level tasks around him that
involved her bending over at the waist and serving up the delicious view of her
pert round bum, she always knew when she had hit the mark because his cheeks
would be flushed when she turned around.
She turned up for work as usual wearing a skin tight top to accentuate
her braless breasts and a short skirt barely long enough to hide her knickers
and went straight into the kitchen where he was sat drinking his coffee and reading his paper and sat on his
lap and kissed him, which he was happy to reciprocate, but did bring to a
premature end.
“Sorry hon” he said “I have a patient in five minutes, and I can’t do
you justice in 5 minutes”
“I’d settle for a cheeky finger” she suggested
“No, I’ll deal with you properly later” he said and then the doorbell
rang
As the morning went on, every time a patient came or went, she was
excessively tactile, invading his personal space at every opportunity and she
even kept rubbing up against him like an overly friendly puppy and she did
everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging his leg.
Eventually he got fed up with her in constant touchy feely mode,
following him everywhere, and she was like sticky glue.
“What is the matter with you today?”
“I’m so horny” she replied “and I mean really horny”
“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” he said
“But I’m really horny” she pleaded
“Well you need to go and deal with it,” he told her
“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Gloria replied
“Well go and try again,” he suggested
“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again
Just at that moment the doorbell rang again, and the washing machine
reached the spin cycle simultaneously
“Sit on that” he said and walked out, closing the door behind him
She took his advice and pleasured herself on washing machine to great
effect but it didn’t scratch the itch the way that the good Doctor could.
When he’d seen his penultimate patient of the day out the door Gloria
was nowhere to be seen, her coat and bag were still in the kitchen but she was
not, he assumed that as she wasn’t there
rubbing up against him she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.
When she did reappear, he was just showing his final patient of the
day into his surgery and a very flushed looking Gloria walked into the kitchen
and was very clearly “Sans Pants” beneath her very short skirt.
There was a very good reason why she wasn’t wearing any knickers and
that was because her trip on the washing machine during the spin cycle had wet
her pants to the point of them being un-wearable.
Phil had been in a state of semi arousal all day, since Gloria sat on
his lap that morning, the thought of her wanking herself really turned him on,
but knowing that when she wasn’t rubbing up against him she was somewhere in
the house rubbing herself was even more sexy.
So if her wanking herself gave him a semi, the thought of her sitting
on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax made him really hard.
So by the time Dr Rowe showed his last patient out, his balls were
aching for her, so he bolted the door and went in search of Gloria, he checked
the downstairs, room by room and turned the lights off as he left and then
proceeded up the stairs.
He didn’t need to go room to room as the upstairs was in complete
darkness but for a sliver of light beneath his bedroom door, so he was fairly
confident his quarry was in there waiting for him.
He quickly undressed outside on the landing and then turned the handle
and opened the door before stepping inside, although his engorged cock entered
the room before him.
Gloria was sitting on the edge of the bed tantalisingly flashing her
fingered flange at him as she licked the sauce off her fingers, so he walked
over and kissed her and her hand was immediately on his cock.
All of a sudden, she released her grip on him and turned away to crawl
onto the bed but Phil grabbed her skinny hips and held her firmly as he plunged
his pulsating cock between her moist pink lips.
“Oh yes do me like that” she rasped so he banged into her again and
again and she was moaning and grunting like an animal, and he felt like he
could have gone on and on and on as Gloria came hard and loud, and collapsed
onto her elbows, but he kept on, and she came again, much harder and louder
this time and collapsed on the bed, having done nothing all day but abuse
herself she had expended all her energy.
“I don’t think I can go on Doc”
Phil rolled her over onto her back and pulled her pussy to the edge of
the bed and knelt on the floor and said
“You loaded the gun now you have to let me fire it”
And he slipped into her again carrying on where her left off and
fucked her hard, until she let out a long loud orgasmic scream as he matched
her exclamation with one of his own and ejaculated inside her.
Out of breath he looked down on her as she lay on the bed covered in
sweat, panting hard and licking her lips.
“There’s no substitute for that” she said between pants and laughed.
“Was everything too your satisfaction?” he asked
“Oh God yes” she answered still chuckling.
It was only seven o’clock in the evening, and they were both finished,
so they crawled into bed and slept until first light the next morning and awoke
freshly aroused and began the day with some much gentler love making.
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