by Dick Gear
Elena keeps grabbing my thigh and squeezing. I know what that means.
“Well, I’m pretty tired. Long day,” I say when it gets late.
“Of course.” Dr. Morgan is drinking scotch and his eyes are heavy‐lidded. He’s slurring his words a little. “Elena, help him get to sleep.” He hiccups.
“I’m fine, I can handle it myself.”
She looks at me. “You sure?”
“I’m sure. Thanks for the wonderful dinner Elena.”
I go upstairs to my room and fall into a deep and easy sleep.
Late that night, I’m woken up by Elena. She’s blowing me and then as I get hard, she jumps atop my dick and starts riding me like it’s the Kentucky Derby.
She’s shaved her bush down for some reason.
It’s a really good, hard fuck. She cums like three times, loudly.
“Shhh…Dr. Morgan…he’ll hear us.”
“He doesn’t mind.”
“I know, but I don’t want him coming in and wanting to watch and direct us.”
“He sleeps like the dead when he drinks. Relax.”
Finally I blow a load deep in her pussy and she climbs off me, then goes to sleep on my chest.
When I wake up the next morning, she’s gone. I finally get up and make my way downstairs. Elena is making coffee. Dr. Morgan is reading the newspaper, dressed in slacks and a button‐down shirt and tie. He greets me with a half‐smile, half‐grimace. “Good morning, Allen.”
“How are you Dr. Morgan?”
He sighs. “Tired. Hung over. I fucking hate my life.”
Elena rolls her eyes.
“Why do you hate your life?”
“This job. Talking to a bunch of complaining, whining losers. What I wouldn’t give to just be able to call out sick. Stay in and read the paper, watch daytime soap operas. Take a fucking long nap and have a few drinks of scotch when I wake up.”
“So do it.”
He smiles at me, a little patronizingly, I decide.
“I can’t just do that. I have patients that depend on me, Allen.”
“Hey, tell them you’re taking a sabbatical. I’ll fill in for you.”
Elena laughs and I do too.
But Dr. Morgan’s eyes get big and his nostrils flare like crazy. “You’d do that for me?”
“Uh…I’m not really licensed or anything.”
“So? I’m licensed and I’m doing a terrible job. I don’t know what I’m doing with these people. Half the time I’m so bored I don’t even listen. I fantasize about people fucking my wife.”
Elena brings me over coffee and starts helping me sip it. “I can use my stumps,” I tell her, and press them together to hold the mug.
She takes a seat next to me. “I don’t mind helping you.”
“It’s okay.” I feel a bit weird today. It’s like Elena thinks I’m her husband now.
And Dr. Morgan doesn’t seem to care much. He’s staring at me and stroking his chin. “Seriously. I’m going to do what you suggest,” he says.
“Yeah, but I was joking—“
“Take a sabbatical and refer people to you. You can work from my office.”
“That’s insane, dude. I’m no therapist. Besides, what will you do while I’m seeing your patients and fucking your wife?”
He laughs. “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll take a long vacation from it all.”
Elena sips her own coffee. “It might do us good,” she tells him. “You could travel.” Her hand squeezes my thigh under the table.
“And what about you?” I ask her.
“Someone would need to stay here and help you with things around the office and the house. Manage the schedule, cook, feed you.”
Dr. Morgan picks up his phone and dials a number. After a moment I hear a faint voice answer the line. “Yes, Marie,” he says. “It’s Doctor Daniel Morgan. I’m sorry to tell you this on such short notice but I have been called away from town due to a family emergency. As such, I am having a close colleague take over for me in the interim.”
“Holy shit, he’s serious,” I say. “He’s a damn maniac.”
Elena leans in and whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you again tonight.
I want you to cum in my mouth this time.”
“Sure, why not? But right now I better get dressed and ready for my first client.”
I stand up and head to the bathroom.
BOOK THREE OF THE SICK FUCK CHRONICLES IS COMING IN FEBRUARY
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