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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