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.
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
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.
“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”
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”
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”
