The Fall of Doctor James Pt. 02

(This is a complete work of fiction, and all participants are aged over 18.).

Any resemblance to real people or actual events is entirely coincidental.)

Dr James was deep in thought as he sat alone at home one evening after a busy day in the office. He had made himself a simple meal and was now sipping a glass of cognac. He kept thinking about the sex he'd had a few days ago in his office with the very attractive divorcee, Pauline Adams. He knew it had been unethical of him to respond to her approaches, but it had been very exciting and consensual. She'd even suggested that they meet again at her house. He told himself that it would be wrong to develop further relations with her. As the cognac warmed him inside, images of her crossed his mind. Her clothes, her figure and her eager participation in their sexual encounter.

As the thought of her passed in and out of his mind, he started to feel horny. His hand reached for his phone, and he found her name in his contacts. He didn't remember adding it, but there it was! Should he dial her up or not? His finger hovered, hesitating, but as an image of her nylon-clad legs again entered his thoughts, he called the number. He immediately felt a feeling of panic and was about to disconnect, but a husky voice answered on the second ring.

" Pauline here. Is that you, Doctor James?"

"Yes, it is. I called you by mistake. You know how these things happen."

" Yes, it happens all the time. How are you anyway? What are you up to this evening?"

"Oh, I'm just fine, thanks. I was just relaxing. You know, just relaxing, thinking of watching TV."

There was a slight pause, then Pauline said, "Your calling me is not accidental. Its psycho something or other. At the exact moment you called, I was thinking about you, dear doctor, and the lovely time we had in your office. Maybe you were too," she said teasingly. " My arsehole is still sore. But you must agree it was a good fuck for both of us."

"Yes, it was very good," replied the doctor.

"Say, how about you make a house call and try my front door this evening?"

The doctor was puzzled for a moment and then laughed out as he understood her euphemism. He was now relaxing into the situation.

"Come round in half an hour. You know my address, don't you?" Before the doctor could reply, she rang off.

Dr John James got up from the chair and thought to himself, "What the heck?"

The thought of seeing her again excited him: her lovely slim figure, tight ass and blonde curls. He knew he couldn't resist meeting up with her again. He had all evening and was not due in his office until the next afternoon. He rushed up to his bathroom, had a quick shower and put on a clean shirt and pants. Then down and outside into his car for the 15-minute drive to Mrs Adam's house. As he drove over, he wondered what they'd get up to this evening. He wasn't quite prepared enough, though.

Pauline Adams lived in a large single-storey house in a well-to-do suburb. He pressed the doorbell in eager anticipation. The door opened, and he was met by a young-looking schoolgirl. Pauline had dressed up as a schoolgirl! Although she was 35, she had a figure that enabled her to carry it off. Slim legs, small enough ass and small breasts, but all in the right proportions. John was startled. She beckoned him into the large lobby, where she gave him a peck on the cheek. Then she walked a few paces away from him and expertly twirled around on her toes. The short green pleated skirt she was wearing flew out horizontally, totally exposing the big pink panties covering her ass and the old-fashioned garter belts worn by 1950s schoolgirls. She wore old green stockings which had a few holes and ladders in them through which the pale flesh of her legs was seen.

"Do you think I've been a bit naughty, Dr James?" she asked in a lispy little girl voice.

John was dumbstruck for a few moments. She did look incredibly sexy, though. He just about managed to reply, "Yes, Pauline, you are very naughty to dress like that."

"I'm sorry," she lisped, "I know I should be wearing the matching green cotton panties of the official school rules. I know you have to punish me now." She looked down, crestfallen, and walked into the large living room. John followed and was taken by surprise when, still looking downward, she reached out and handed John a thin bamboo cane, about one yard in length. She pressed a switch by the door, and some lights went out, leaving a black leather chair spotlighted in the centre of the room. She went over to the chair and bent forward over an arm, sticking her ass into the air. She pulled up her little skirt so that her pink panties were now in the spotlight. Below her panties the white flesh of the back of her thighs looked bright above her straining stocking tops.

Clearly she was expecting to be caned as she braced herself.

"Please get my punishment over with quickly. I know I deserve to feel pain for breaking the school rules." She wiggled her behind a little as she positioned herself.

This was a very compromising situation for John, but he knew he'd be damned if he did and damned if he didn't. He lifted up the cane and brought it down on Pauline's panty-clad buttocks. He repeated it.

"That's not very hard; I deserve worse than that!"

John hit her harder, and she twitched a little. Then much harder. Again, little response. He felt that this girl-woman was somehow mocking him. She was taunting him, in fact. He felt a little angry and went up and roughly pulled her panties down to her knees. He could see a large wet patch glistening on the crotch. He realised she was enjoying this as she played with him. John now brought the cane down hard and sharply several times on the now bare flesh. Pauline started to squirm and twist around after each sharp strike of the cane. Red marks started to appear on the skin.

John paused for a moment, then started again.

"Stop. Please stop now," she pleaded, and lifted up her head, and he could see tears on her flushed cheeks. "I think I've been punished enough," she said. She was still bent over the arm of the chair when she gave a little shudder, and John saw and heard a trickle of water coming out of her as she wet herself and the floor around her feet. By now the red marks were turning into raised wheals. Pauline stood up, her panties dropping to her ankles, then onto the wet patch on the floor. Red-eyed, she walked over to John and gave him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. "Oh, that was one of the best spankings I've ever had. You are so good at it!"

John was again dumbfounded but even more surprised when Pauline prodded the front of his pants and with a wicked grin said, "That big hard cock of yours tells me you enjoyed it too! You naughty, naughty man!" John put his hand over the front of his pants and confirmed that he was indeed highly aroused. He couldn't believe that he hadn't already noticed his state.

Pauline held him close and huskily whispered, "After all, I did invite you over with a promise to try my front door, so come with me." She took his hand and led him through to her bedroom. The pink covers of her large bed were turned down at one corner, revealing a pink satin sheet. She turned and smiled as she slowly unbuttoned her school blouse, gradually revealing her teenage bra with its little pink embroidered hearts. She undid the last blouse button but left the blouse on, and then undid her little skirt. John enjoyed watching her partly undress, and as he became more aroused, she came over and deftly undid his pants and pulled them down with his underwear and watched with delight as his cock flipped up to attention. John kicked off his shoes and clothes, then unbuttoned his shirt. Pauline ran her hand over his smooth chest and belly.

" I prefer unhairy men. Except, of course, down here," she said, as she stroked his pubic hair and around the base of his cock. She then playfully stroked up and down his rigid member. Just very slow light stroking. Tempting and deliciously teasing, while she looked up into his eyes. John wondered how long he could hold out to this wicked temptress.

Pauline then went over to the bed and pulled all the covers right back; then she laid herself down in the centre of the bed, lazily stretching out her green-stockinged legs. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra, partially revealing her firm breasts and one of her nipples. Then bringing one knee up and letting it fall slightly to reveal her shiny moist pussy. She pulled herself up slightly, and her girly lisp called:

"I'm ready now. Naughty little Pauline needs a good hard fucking! What are you waiting for?" She lay back and brought up her other knee and placed her ankles wider apart. "Come on, fuck me hard!"

John got up on the bed and crawled up between her legs, the damaged stockings rasping on his legs, a faint sweet smell wafting up from her pubic area. He kissed his way up her belly towards the sweet little face of his seducer with her blonde hair now dishevelled over the satin pillows. As he came close to kiss her half open mouth she poked out her tongue at him. He stuck out his tongue, and he met hers; then he sucked hers into his mouth and gave it the gentlest of nibbles before they settled into a passionate embrace. As they kissed, John positioned his cock and eased into her warm, wet, welcoming cunt. She playfully contracted her muscles around him as he thrust in as deep as he could go. He savoured this moment as they connected as fully as a man and woman could. He slowly rubbed the front of his pelvis against hers, knitting their pubic hair together as he pressed into her clit. Pauline moaned a little as he ground into her with more vigour. One of his hands pushed part of her unfastened bra to one side, and he lovingly fondled her breast and gently played with the nipple until it was hard.

"Oh my God! You make me feel so horny!" Pauline gasped. John could sense her cunt flooding again, and he started to thrust hard into her. He held her waist tightly in order to increase his pressure on her. Soon she was screaming out as he fucked her with all his strength. "Ooooh, the pleasure of the pain. Harder! Harder!" As he thrust harder, Pauline wrapped her legs behind his back, pulling him into her. There was suddenly a snapping sound as a garter strap gave way, and as he continued to fuck her, one of her stockings gradually slid down her thigh, showing a larger expanse of her smooth pale flesh.

John was sweating with his efforts as Pauline screamed out "YES!!!!" and shook with a massive orgasm. Her pelvic muscles rapidly contracted in waves, squeezing his cock. Her juices flowed freely, wetting the bed.

"I want you to finish from behind," she managed to puff out. John quickly withdrew, and Pauline quickly turned and knelt on her knees with her buttocks sticking into the air. John looked at the still red wheals on her skin, her damaged garter belt and the stocking around her knee. She parted her knees to expose her still-dripping, puffy pussy with its collar of light pubic hair. John pushed his shiny, wet, swollen cock into the gaping entrance, and holding the front of her upper thighs, he started fucking her purely for his own pleasure.

Pauline murmured to him, "Just use me, darling. I am yours now for the taking." John needed no further encouragement and continued enjoying the best fuck he'd had in a long time. As he lifted up her petite body with each thrust, he soon felt the overwhelming pleasure building up inside him that directed itself to his own huge orgasm as he squirted his load of semen deep inside Pauline's lovely cunt. He finished himself off inside her, then flopped over and lay beside her on the bed.

Pauline moved across and straddled him, her open blouse and bra hanging loose by her sides as she let herself down onto his chest and belly and gave him a loving kiss.

She then fell asleep in his arms, and they both slept soundly until daybreak.

(to be continued)