Sean’s fingers were rubbing just inside my body, a “come here” motion is how it’s often described when explaining how a lover stimulates a woman’s G-spot. This was not Sean’s first time making a woman cum. “Sooooo gooood, darling, mmmmm, yes, oh God yes….mmmm, ugh, ah ah, mmmmph…keep going, I’m so close, you’re soooo good…..”
Shouldn’t have surprised me, for God’s sake, he was an OB-GYN,I reminded myself. If he wasn’t an expert on the female genitalia, then who would be? Practiced mostly at Yale-New Haven hospital, “My God, do all the faculty wives feel this way at their annual check-ups….lucky Ivy League bitches….”
My mind was rambling. Of course Dr. Sean didn’t work over his patients’ pleasure zone like this when performing a professional medical exam. It’s not like MY OB was fingering me, or mixing in some oral as Sean was now beginning to do….
“Oh God Sean, fuck, uh, mmm, yes, fucking lick me, mmmm, ahhh, suck it, yes, make me cum Doctor fucking make me cum….”
Sean loved when I called him Doctor in bed. He was sixty-three, white haired, a grand-father, pillar of the community, still married to his first wife, whose father, he explained during our first after-glow, had set him up in practice. Hell, his late father in law had practically supported Sean and Mrs. Sean during medical school. They had met when he was a senior in college and the Good Doctor’s wife knew a catch when she saw one. She’d been a debutante, was well bred, had money and manners and was quite a catch herself back in the day.
But Dr. Sean and his wife hadn’t fucked in years, though, Sean explained, and neither felt like sacrificing the social standing that came along with their on-going marriage. She looked the other way, and he did nothing to embarrass her. Sort of a treaty of silence. Sean once told me that their only conversation about me went something like this:
“Sean, when you go out of town, you’re not doing anything stupid, are you?”
“Edwina (okay, not her name, I just felt like calling a woman with graying hair and no sex drive from old money in New England “Edwina” for purposes of this story), you’ve never accused me of being stupid, what are you asking?”
“You ARE thinking with the big head, not the little one, aren’t you, Dear?” he told me she replied. “We don’t need blackmail, or you catching something, or her getting used to your money and starting to ask you for financial favors like you’re some kind of an ATM, or you falling in love with her.”
“Dear, she’s got her own family money. My friend has a nice comfortable life, she simply supplements the same part of her life on the side in the same way that I supplement my life when I go out of town.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. Your home and security and social standing are safe, and Edwina, I love you, you’ve been by my side since I was a boy in college and now we’re grandparents together. Have I given you reason to worry?”
“No, I guess not. It’s just…well, I do want you to be happy. And to always come home.”
“I will.”
Which is why this visit, this Royal Command Performance as it were, with Sean flying me up from South Florida into Connecticut, and having a two day romp at one of the amazingly successful, profitable Native American casinos here in his own home state, not far from the Ivy covered walls and the world’s best pizza, or so Sean claimed about two places located at either end of Wooster Street, not far from campus, was so unusual. This was a little close to home.
My body was coated in a thin film of perspiration, my toes curling, back arching, muscles tensing as his tongue and lips smeared my increasingly thick woman fluids over my hyper-sensitive clit and my smooth, hairless pussy. I’d been trying to stroke his cock, he’d poured a dollop of lube on my palm to help, but Sean shifted his position on the bed here in the Golden Roller suite, or whatever this high roller accommodation was called and I’d lost track. His loss, he knew were my fingers were if he wanted me to stroke his cock some more….
Then — mmmmpphh! A mouth full of cock. Must have been supporting himself on his hands and feet, I had not realized he’d turned around to sixty-nine with me. Again, not the usual. Sean was going all out. Fuck, did he really pay ME money to make me feel this good?
No kidding, I’d looked into going out of network to see how much time with him Blue Cross Blue Shield might cover.
I parted my lips, which were a somewhat magenta-influenced red — the color and manufacturer of the lipstick must remain a secret as it was a personalized special order and you’d be able to trace me down if I told you. Sean wasn’t overly big, a regular six inch cock, decent but ordinary thickness, all of which was wonderful because it meant my mouth and throat could handle all he had to give me, and I could take a forceful face fucking and not gag. Much. Okay, I gagged a little. I reached up, now rapidly thrusting and pumping my hips into his face while he fucked mine, and I held him around his somewhat padded middle, Sean no longer being in great shape as he had ten years earlier when I’d first met him while he visited Miami on a convention. I held him to me, sucked as best as I could while losing focus because….
Oh God! I stiffened, convulsed, squirted, had after shock tremors, cried out with no words in particular just moans shrieks and gasps, and his mouth sped up, which Sean later explained was to drink up as much of my sex fragrance liquid happiness as he could. I was in happy-land.
He withdrew his dick from my mouth. I heard some rustling, and smiled when I realized he was getting a condom. Yes, I wanted him inside me. He wouldn’t last long, if past performance was any guide, but the condom should slow that process down. At least, that’s what the men tell me.
Sean was on his knees, between my bent knees, and I lifted my legs higher, pulled him into me, and I reached down to target his cock to my soaked and hungry pussy. “So wet,” he gasped, “so fucking wet…”
He was in me with one thrust.
And then back. Then another thrust. Sean’s mouth met mine, he licked the traces of his precum from my mouth. I savored my essence from his lips. I wrapped a heel around his hip, to the base of his tushy, and lifted my other leg over his shoulder. I played passive to his tongue, letting Sean’s mouth take control of our kisses. He cradled my head in his hand, the other one supporting his weight.
“Doctor, I love when you fuck me. Nobody fucks me like you do, Doctor. You can have my body whenever you wish, I’d fuck you anywhere…..”
Sean loved that style of dirty talk.
So do I, or at least much of the time, I guess I love it when it “fits” the man I’m with.
Just another way that Sean “fit” me.
I knew he wanted variety. Of sex positions.
“Doctor, darling, fuck me doggie, please? Will you do that for me? Fuck me from behind, fuck me hard long and strong?”
I guess his mouth making long teasing trips from my clit on up to my backdoor (I was on my hands and knees at this point, so directionally, yes, that tour de Dolly was “up”) was my unexpected treat, and then his fingers twiddling my pleasure button, now peeking out from under her hood, and Sean’s cock being swooshed up and down my wetness before Sean pus his weight behind it and moved into me. Mmmmm, I do so love the feeling of having a man’s cock inside me.
Sean’s athletic, acrobatic fucking days are nowadays pretty resigned to memory, so I knew to expect him to hold my hips and push into me, nothing experimental. Didn’t need to be, I could adjust my angle by raising or lowering my head and shoulders, and I place my face down to the sheets (nice sheet in this suite!) and I reached back between my legs and twiddled myself while Sean fucked me and soon my forehead was covered with sweat and my thighs were feeling the strain, I was so thankful to be a runner and in shape.
He bit gently into my neck as he came, the Doc’s dick pulsing into his condom inside me, grasping my tits, holding me tight.
One of the tightest strongest afterglow embraces, Dr. Sean, of all my steady Dolly date lovers.
We had poured bottled water, Sean never drinks alcohol with me, and I never pressed for any for myself — plenty of other men to drink wine with, I love being with Sean, he’s so thoughtful, no wine but always flowers.
We caught our breath, cuddling, my leg draped over him. “Sean,” I whispered into his ear, “so tell me, Doctor, why are we meeting here in Connecticut this time?”
Sean smiled.
“Well, I do make my own hours most of the time, Dolly, but since I’ve got patients and appointments, I have to book playtime well in advance. And I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Wasn’t sure where this was going. So I bent down and took his cock in my mouth, my tongue against the underside of his shaft, my nails softly raking his balls, and he was hardening between my lips.
“mmmmm, God your mouth feels so good Dolly…..”
I half mumbled, since I only partly took his tool from mouth, “finish, Doctor, I’m fine meeting you wherever, Just curious why we met here?”
Another smile.
“So like I said, I’m not as young as I used to be. I’ve been scouting this casino for months. Turns out I’ve never run into anyone here that I know. Mentioned it in conversation, and no one in my circle comes here. Apparently, I live among non-gamblers or customers of Las Vegas.”
Now I smiled. I got it, saw where he was going.
“So if I have to cut down on my traveling, which I do because I’m simply getting older, seeing you closer to home keeps me from missing out on too much Dolly time, since I get to see you more and spend less time on the train into New York or Boston or down to DC or flying to Florida or Chicago to meet with you.”
I pulled Sean close, sucked his nipple, felt him tremble when I did that.
“So, what are my Doctor’s next orders?” I asked.
Sean and I both smiled, then we kissed. “No orders, Dolly. Let’s play democracy and both have a vote in the rest of our playtime.”
Oh, we did. *Wink.
I’m grateful that Edwina gives him space. Damn few wives do. I love his class, his dignity, his sly sense of humor. He reminds me of….well, some of my own real life doctors. Or professors. Or that private equity partner of Daddy’s who took me skiing and never put a move on me for two days until I practically had to rape him and his only excuse was, “I didn’t want to force you into anything you weren’t comfortable with.” Which was when it dawned on me that maybe he simply heard me talking about skiing and had no one else to ski with and was being friendly, not seductive when he invited me to Beaver Creek with him. “Of course, you have an amazing body and I had hopes and fantasies but didn’t want to ruin a great friendship with your father or make a fool of myself.”
So for all the sweet gentlemen I’ve met, the kind lovers whose idea of sex with Dolly isn’t especially wild or animalistic and who don’t test the limits of either my athletic limits or your own, I dedicate this little story about sweet Doctor Sean. I know none of you have wives as understanding as Edwina, so it continues to be my pleasure to honor your privacy and amaze you with my ability to enter and exit hotels, restaurants, lounges, ballrooms, resorts, or wherever else we meet and play without being noticed.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!