Free Story – House Call

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A doc has his way with a horny caretaker.

I’m a doctor, and one of my favorite patients is this old geezer who you would not believe.

He’s 93 and well off. He doesn’t want a staff of servants running around, so he lives in a relatively modest home and makes do with a person he loosely refers to as his “housekeeper-nurse.” I’d be willing to bet my prostate gland that she’s never seen the inside of a nursing school, although she has now and then sported a sort of half-assed uniform. And that’s about all it covered too. On one end. At the other end, she wore the zipper or buttons open to the waist, affording a full view of her 42-D spread.

But I’m getting ahead of my story.

Not too many doctors make house calls any more, but I was offered a handsome retainer to call on this old bird once a week for a checkup and I figured why not. The first time I called, I expected to see a withered old lady at the door. So you can imagine my shock to be greeted by this blonde with a build like Mae West and the sultry look that goes with it.

I thought at first it might be the old guy’s daughter, but when she ushered me into his room, it soon became apparent they weren’t related. At least l hoped not. She nuzzled up to him, pushing her breasts into his withered face. He had his hands all over her, and she actually seemed to enjoy it. I had to peel her off of him so I could take his blood pressure. It was surprisingly normal for a man his age, especially with all the perpetual excitement he lived with.

While I was at it, I figured I might as well take a look at his penis, just to see if he was one of those miraculous gents you hear about who are still sexually active in their 90s. As I suspected, it was a shriveled up, soft little marshmallow of a thing. In fact, it was hard to tell which of the three marshmallows it was. I was sure curious to find out why this full-blown girl was so seemingly fulfilled.

I completed my initial examination and, after some obligatory amenities, made ready to leave. The old boy professed fatigue and suggested his companion see me out.

As I followed her wriggling ass down the stairs, I was wondering how soon I could do a breast examination and a complete pelvic. I didn’t have to wait long. She reached the bottom of the stairs and whirled around to face me. “Doctor, don’t you think I should have a breast exam at least once a week?” the blonde bombshell purred.

“I don’t think once an hour is too often,” I replied, cupping both of those sumptuous tits in my hands and massaging them thoroughly. She writhed and pressed her body against me, so there was nothing to do but switch the position of my hands to her plump cheeks and grind my groin into hers.

Even though the picture of those two together was quite grotesque, I still couldn’t help but be turned on by their shenanigans, and by this time I was hornier than hell. She obviously had been heated up by the foreplay and was hotter than a firecracker. I soon had my pants off and rammed my red hot poker into her. A few thrusts in and out was all it took. We melted into a quivering heap.

When I got my senses back, I started looking over my shoulder, half expecting the old gent to be standing at the top of the stairs with a shotgun. She assured me, however, that they had a perfect relationship—she took care of all his needs, and he understood she sometimes needed the real thing. She was free to do anything she wanted to, with whoever she could find. This was too good to be true.

I started kissing her lush, ripe body allover and soon became hard again. “But don’t you ever long for something solid between your legs?” I asked her.

“Sure I do,” she replied, grabbing my rod and pumping it. “What do you think I’ve got right here?” She ran her hand up and squeezed my balls until I begged her to let me, put it in once more.

When I finally could tear myself away, I took leave of this strange house, promising to return for my regular call in a week, if I could wait that long.

I soon became a part of this fascinating household, becoming more familiar with the strange pair and even beginning to feel something akin to friendship. And I soon realized that a genuine affection existed between this unlikely twosome. From rather boastful comments from him and some limited conversation with her, I learned they slept naked in each other’s arms at night. This at once sickened me and made me jealous, but then I thought, it sure beats the hell out of most married couples who sleep together in the same bed for years hating each other.

And besides, the whole affair kept her hot for me. I had no doubt that she also made it with the plumber, electrician, and everybody else who happened by. But on my day, she was hot and ready for me. My visits got to follow a routine.

I would spend an hour or so making a cursory examination, at the same time watching her squirm in his lap, pressing and rubbing her lushness against his wrinkled chest, feeling his imaginary hard-on, murmuring in his ears like he was the world’s greatest lover. She would even sit astride on his lap and go through the motions of fucking, at times even experiencing a climax, which I had no doubt was genuine. Occasionally, he would eat her pussy, and that would really send her into a frenzy. At last, I was forced to admit that he was actually capable of doing everything I could do, except fuck. This admission was somewhat of a blow to my masculinity. But, like everything else about this situation, I came to accept it.

In fact, the whole wild scene opened up endless avenues of possibilities in my thoughts. One day, after I left them, a dear old lady who had been my patient for years, came to my office and was, as usual, twinkling and flirting with me. But now I looked at her in a new light­ was she giving me a come-on?

Sometimes, the three of us would share a companionable drink before the old man would suggest he take a nap while the two of us completed our ritual. That’s when I’d take over and she’d tell me how she had looked forward to getting it on with a real man.

In this day, when it’s almost impossible to get a doctor or anyone else to make a  house call, I can guarantee that the odd couple in the house on the hill have no trouble getting anyone they want to come again.