Hot Doctor Erotica Story Collection

by Lucie Lickstaff

  “Undeniably, Captain Shaw.” Reeves nodded sadly. “Any man lost to vice is a shame indeed.”

  “The folly of youth, oh, the young… life is wasted on them.” The balding lawman sighed. “And no offence directed at you, Doctor… you are a fine young man.”

  “None taken, good sir.” Reeves smiled slightly. “Now if you would pardon me, I must get back to my office and make my report.”

  “By all means, Doctor Reeves.” Shaw waved as the young doctor turned to leave. “Your services are much appreciated.”

  As he walked briskly down the cobbled streets and flat stoned pavements of the quarter mile to his office, his mind drifted, as it so often did, to the events of the week before. It could have been the stuff stories were made of, he mused. On a night most would prefer to hide indoors, his services were called upon. And though he braved the storm and cursed his ill luck then, it was all a blessing in disguise, and oh, what a blessing indeed. In a span of half a day, he had become, from a struggling apothecary newly arrived in town to the township’s most influential nobility’s private physician.

  He had longed each day since to visit upon the Amondsham Estate again, desiring the company of her ladyship and her lovely daughter. And of course the maid, Selene, the most - the one who had made a man out of him. But there was no reason for him to visit; no call was made for him. He almost wished that some ailment would befall someone in the house, and then stopped himself, praying for forgiveness for having such vile thoughts to satisfy his wanton needs.

  Sighing as he walked up the stairs leading to his little office, that also served as his home, he fished out his keys and grasped the lock firmly in his small hand. The sound of horse hooves and creaking wheels on the cobblestones reached his ears, getting ever louder. He glanced over his shoulder just as he opened the lock, his eyes widening at the sight of a carriage rounding the bend sharply and almost knocking down the oil lamp-lit street light.

  “Doc, ye be needed at the Manor.” The carriage driver called out, reining in the horse and jamming the wagon’s handbrake beside the stone steps.

  “Oh, has his lordship had a relapse, Styrice?” Reeves jerked up suddenly, dropping the key to clatter by his booted feet.

  “Oh, begging your pardon, Doc, I didn’t mean to startle ye.” The older man grinned. “Nay, it be not the master, but the lady.”

  “Lady Amondsham is ill?” The young doctor hurriedly relocked the door and ran down the stairs to the waiting carriage. “How long has it been… how is she?”

  “Little do I know, Doc…” Styrice scratched his grizzled chin. “It be the young Missus, she has the fever, Selene says.”

  “Annabelle?” Reeves stopped mid-step, hovering by the side of the carriage. “The poor dear… let us hurry, my good man.”

  “Aye, Doc… we will.” The carriage driver pulled his hat low over his brow and cracked the whip. “There be no storm this night, and old Corbin will run like the wind.”

  “And how fares Lord Amondsham?” Reeves settled down in the carriage, clutching his bag close to his chest. “It has been a week since I last saw him.”

  “Oh, the master fares very well, even better than before the illness. He be gone across the county, with her ladyship, avisiting their kin in York.”

  “And Anna… er, young Lady Amondsham is all alone and unwell?” Reeves sat upright. Oh, how he hoped it wasn’t the sickness amongst the wealthy young nobles going around. It had to be that idiot cousin of hers getting her sick. Why wasn’t it him instead, that arrogant upstart.

  “Aye, she be unwell, yet nay alone…” Styrice nodded his head as he cracked the whip inches behind Corbin’s stiffened ears. “The maids take care of her, but none know what ails her.”

  “Oh, I do hope we’re in time.” The younger man clutched hard at his satchel nervously.

  “Leave that to old Corbin, Doc.” Styrice cracked his whip again.

  “Of course, of course… but do not burden the poor beast unfairly.” Reeves mumbled. Being a man of refined and higher learning, he respected all forms of life, no matter their classification.

  “Oh, rest ye fears, Doc.” The driver guffawed. “Corbin ne’er needs the whip, nay; he’s got the heart of a lion.”

  The short journey seemed longer than the last time despite the storm, since now that Reeves knew where he was heading and was more than eager to get there. Every moment felt like eternity until finally the carriage came to a halt before the wide stone steps of the manor. Reeves leapt out of the cabin and ran up the moonlit steps. The massive front doors were already opening as he reached them. And there she was, resplendent in her alluring sexual beauty.

  “Selene!” He gushed. “I am so grateful to see you ag…”

  “Pardon me, Doctor.” She said, without as much a smile. “We have no time; her ladyship’s suffering increases the more we tarry.”

  “Yes, yes, of course, forgive me.” He blushed as she turned away, her curvy hips swaying like a hypnotist’s pendulum. “Lead me to her.”

  She led him up the stairs, to the left, away from the guest chambers he had been acquainted with a week before. The rooms to the right were larger and more opulently decorated. She pushed open the doors to one of the rooms. It was dimly lit and the slender form of the heir to the Estate lay covered under a layer of blankets on the bed.

  “How long has she been thus?” He asked the maid.

  “Several hours, since the midday repast.” Selene responded demurely. No hint of their intimacy of the week before showed in her exotic emerald eyes, leaving him to wonder if he had fantasized it all.

  “I will examine her immediately.” He said, undoing the buckles on his satchel.

  “Very good, Doctor.” The maid said, turning away. “I will leave you to your work.”

  “I would prefer you to stay… to assist me, she being my first… uh, lady patient…”

  “You have my sympathies, Doctor… and yet I have chores to fulfill.” She stopped at the door and looked back. “I am sure you will do well. Do call for me, if ever needed.”

  “Well, I shall.” He nodded, wondering why she was being so cold that night. “Thank you, Miss.”

  As she closed the door behind her, Reeves turned his attention at the pretty blonde woman lying sedately on the bed before him. She looked so peaceful, so lovely and angelic. He reached out to touch her face, his hand trembling a little. After Selene, this was the first time he was close to such a divine beauty, in private. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on her brow and another on her neck. His eyes narrowed as he focused on what he felt at the touch, looking for signs of anomalies in her temperature, pulse rate and breathing.

  He found none. She was just sleeping, normally. He let his eyes drink into the beauty of her serene and pretty face. The way her golden blonde hair cascaded all around her soft heart shaped face made his own pulse rise. The thumping within his chest reminded him he needed to check her heart beat. His gaze travelled down her face, over her shapely neck and to the enticing slope of her pert young breasts. He gingerly reached for the blanket and drew it away. The delicate dress she wore delineated the firm shape of her bosom, making him lick his thin lips. He lowered his head, breathing in the sweet essence of her proximity. He felt the blood rushing down, filling him, and inundating his arousal.

  “Damn it, Bertram Edgar Reeves.” He admonished himself. “You’re a doctor, not some lovesick pervert.”

  Calming his nerves, he turned his head sideways and rested his ear over he left bosom. The dull thumping of her heart funneled into his ear. It seemed normal, for someone in a state of heightened excitement. Her heart was beating as fast as his. How could that be if she were asleep? Suddenly he heard her moan. He froze. She moved, making her breasts brush against his face. Her hands fell on his head and she held him close, murmuring something he couldn’t discern. A cold chill descended on him. What if someone were to enter right then? What if it was Selene? He didn’t wish her to see him like this for sure.

/>   “Uhhmm.” Annabelle moaned loudly, caressing his head. “Oh, where am I?”

  “My Lady.” Reeves whispered nervously. “How are you feeling… now?”

  “What?” Her eyes went wide open, the bright blue orbs peering at him in surprise. “Oh, Doctor… Doctor Reeves?”

  “Yes, it is I.” He rose up, gently prying her soft hands off his head. “I was summoned here to cure your fever.”

  “And have you?’ She asked; staring at him wide eyed.

  “I am yet to diagnose your condition in full.” He adjusted his collar and tie.

  “Oh, and what were you doing while I was asleep.” Her tone was slightly accusatory.

  “Merely checking for your heartbeat, My Lady.”

  “Oh, truly?” She pursed her lips. “And what do you think is my ailment?”

  “I have found none as yet. Your heart rate, pulse and temperature is as normal as can be.” He rubbed his hands together and stood up. “I declare you in the pink of health and must take my leave now.”

  “Yet you said you haven’t... er, diagnosed me in full.” She grasped his thin wrist.

  “Not really necessary, My Lady.” He tried to free himself form her grip. “You are quite well.”

  “But I feel so faint and tired all the time.” She almost pleaded, touching her lower abdomen. “And it pains me here often.”

  “Perhaps you are not eating in time or enough.” He shrugged, looking over his shoulder nervously. “Or not getting enough sleep.”

  “Oh, examine me, Doctor… I want you to make me feel well again.” She pulled at her silk night shirt, exposing her enticing cleavage.

  “But I…” He stammered; his eyes glued to the soft, pink-tipped globes threatening to spill out of her sheer raiment at any moment.

  “Oh, I insist.” She smiled, taking her shirt off completely to sit topless before him.

  “Now see here, there’s nothing wrong with you.” He said sternly, though every fiber of his body longed to grab at those soft, upright breasts being offered to him.

  “Thank you, Doctor, you flatter me… and yet you shy away from your duty. Am I not in need of saving as your other patients?” She bit her lip and made a sad face, cupping her breasts in her small hands.

  “I would gladly treat you, if something was indeed wrong.” He sighed, struggling to control his desire to succumb to her.

  “But it is.” She almost flew out of bed and into his arms. “And I am in need of your special treatment, my dear doctor.”

  He couldn’t resist her aggressiveness. Her hands reached for his rising member over his trousers, clawing and grasping at the hardening flesh. He couldn’t believe his fate. Not even a week ago women like this hardly acknowledged his presence, and now this was the second one in as many weeks throwing herself at him.

  “My Lady.” He whispered hoarsely. “This is most unbecoming of you.”

  “I care not, Doctor.” She nibbled at his ear and cheek, while her hand tightened over his engorged organ. “I am in need of your treatment… your special treatment.”

  “But how would you know…” He stuttered and then froze. Selene! She must have told Annabelle about their adventures of the week before. How else would she know? And maybe that’s why the maid was so cold to him.

  “That does not matter, Doctor dear.” She kissed his lips. “I am ready to be cured of my affliction.”

  “There is no cure for madness.” He thought, but didn’t resist her charms. He couldn’t even were he to try. Before long he had all his clothes off and helped her take off hers. His slender frame, almost as lithe and pale as hers, shook with desire as she stared wide eyed at his full-blooded erection.

  “Oh, my goodness.” She gasped. “I think the only other one I’ve seen this big was on a horse, when I visited the farm.”

  “Oh, how many lesser ones have you seen then?” He asked, growing more confident and twitching his erection for her pleasure.

  “Ohhh, do that again.” She squealed, reaching out to touch it.

  “But My Lady, what if somebody comes in... to see how you fare?” He glanced over his shoulder.

  “No one will.” She purred, sliding her hand along the underside of his heavy member. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

  “But Lord and Lady Am…”

  “Oh, Mama and Papa are away, for a week, at least.” She licked her lips as she caressed the entire length with passionate strokes. “It’s so hot… and hard.”

  “And your idi…er… cousin, Captain Munro?” He inquired with some distaste.

  “Jackson?” She laughed, slipping her hand under his tightened scrotum. “Oh, he’s away, on some military outing or such.”

  “And the servants?” He gasped at the sensation of her exploration.

  “The help obey me without question, Doctor. Rest your fears and take care of me.” She whispered, grasping him with both hands and drawing herself close to him.

  “I see, so we are quite safe then… to play this little game.” He nodded, placing his hands on his lower back and thrusting his pelvis forward for her pleasure.

  “Oh, I do like that - a game indeed” She giggled, pressing the head of his organ against her quivering belly and shivering at the slippery sensation of his arousal on her feverish skin. “Oh, this thing is so fascinating… I could play with it forever.”

  “Uh, if you don’t mind… how old are you?” He whispered, his trembling lips almost touching hers.

  “Old enough, but if you must know, I will be twenty this summer.” She replied, flicking out her tongue to taste his lips.

  “Oh, good then… and you are a… a virgin?” He dared, but kept his hands down by his sides.

  “Of course I am.” She pressed herself against him, trapping his enormous gift between their quivering bodies. “And that’s what I wish you to cure tonight… Doctor Reeves.”

  “But why me?” He asked, kissing her lips gently.

  “I feel safe with you, Doctor…” She sighed, making her pert breasts heave. “You are so kind and caring… and you are so special.”

  “So I’ve been told.” He mused, reminiscing his time with Selene the week before.

  “Come, Doctor Reeves.” She moaned throatily, pulling away from him and lying down on the bed with her legs spread wide in invitation. “No other man has seen this. You are my first.”

  Reeves licked his lips and crawled in between her shapely porcelain smooth legs. For a virgin, and with her first man, Annabelle Amondsham appeared rather well composed. He admired that as he moved in closer. His second woman, he only had one to compare with and she had set the standard very high indeed. Yet Annabelle’s virgin pussy was quite different from Selene’s. It wasn’t as swollen or as juicy, and she had far less hair, forming soft ringlets of gold around her pink opening.

  “Oh, Doctor… I’ve heard of this and I so wish to feel it.” She threw back her head and whimpered. “Use your mouth on me, taste me, lick me… eat my virgin pussy, please.”

  The young doctor replied by jabbing his tongue out at her hot moistness. The scent of her sweet arousal made him a bit heady. She wasn’t as wet as Selene was, and her little button was smaller, but she tasted just as sweet as the maid. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin around her clitoris, then popped the throbbing little bud into his mouth and sucked it tenderly. She stiffened, her young tight body arching as her dainty hands clawed at his head. Her breath came in rapid gasps, making her belly heave and fall. She screamed into a pillow, giving in to forbidden pleasure, her nineteen year old body shuddering with its first cunnilingus experience.

  Reeves caressed her trembling body as she climaxed, that same way Selene had caressed him when he had his first orgasm with a woman. Annabelle writhed on the bed linen, her body undulating like a snake on the grass. The sight of her doing that made his erection throb even more painfully. Part of him wanted to rise up and impale her with a vengeance, but he controlled himself. He didn’t wish to alarm this naïve nubi
le beauty and ruin his prospective future.

  “Oh, Doctor, you made me see angels.” Annabelle panted, reaching out to caress his face still hovering over her spread. “Let me return the favor… let me taste you.”

  Reeves didn’t need further encouragement. Rising up swiftly, he straddled her plush breasts, setting his foot-and-quarter length between the soft globes. She was yet to attain the eye-catching size Selene had, but her young breasts were full-size enough to cradle his thick shaft with the stout head hovering over her moist mouth.

  “Mmmhh.” She moaned, tasting cock for the first time, as she would have him believe. “You are delicious, my dear Doctor.”

  Reeves grinned and pushed the entire purplish knob into her welcoming maw. Her eyes bulged as he filled her cheeks, pushing more of it in. He caressed her hair and face, a sense of euphoria channeling all through him. She reached up and grasped at the base of his cock, squeezing the hardness and rolling it between her delicate fingers. Her soft touch sent shivers down his spine and if she kept it up, it wouldn’t be too long before he gave the treat she was feigning her illness for.