by Lucy Wild
I stepped out from behind the screen, my cheeks burning with shame. I had one hand across my breasts to hide my nipples and the other in front of my thighs, blocking the doctor’s view of my most intimate place.
“At last,” he said. “Now are you back there Hetty?”
“Yes sir.”
“I wish for you to undress also. I shall need you to demonstrate a number of procedures to your mistress.”
“Yes sir.”
I stood in silence as the doctor walked around me in a circle, examining me with a frown whilst the sound of rustling fabric came from behind the screen. A minute later Hetty stepped out and I was shocked at the sight. I had never seen another person naked before now and it amazed me how different she looked to myself. She was shorter, her stomach flatter, her breasts larger, how had I never noticed that before? I supposed her maid’s uniform flattened her chest somewhat. Her nipples were pink where mine were a dark brown but most of all I was confused by the sight between her legs. Where I had a triangular patch of black hair, Hetty had nothing at all, she was as bald as anything and the outline of her lips were visible to me as I stared open mouthed.
“Excellent,” the doctor said. “You clearly shave, you can assist with doing the same to your mistress.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.
“My employer is not a fan of hair upon the pubis. You must learn how to remove it and Hetty is clearly the right person to demonstrate the method. Now please lie on the sofa, legs a little apart and keep still.”
“I will not. It is most indecent.”
“Do you wish me to call for your mother?”
I sighed. “No but…”
“Then you will do as I bid. Lie down!”
I did as he asked, lying on my back with a hand clamped across my chest to at least conceal one part of my womanhood even as the other grew increasingly exposed. Whilst I had been undressing the doctor had prepared and there was a bowl of foam of some kind with a brush and a razor on the floor beside the sofa. “You may begin Hetty,” he said, folding his arms as Hetty took the brush and pressed foam into my pubic hair. The warmth of it on my skin was an unusual sensation and slightly numbing. “That is a concoction of my own device,” the doctor said as Hetty picked up the razor. “It is most efficient as you will see.”
It must have softened my hairs somehow as Hetty’s motions with the razor sliced through with the least pressure. As my skin was shaved, the doctor leaned forwards, observing Hetty’s technique. She gradually worked her way lower until not a single hair was left, my body fighting my shame as I felt a dampness on the lips of my sex that had never deigned to make an appearance before.
Hetty ran a cloth over me next, washing away the last of the foam. As the cloth brushed over my most intimate place, I underwent a shudder that could not be explained, a tingling spreading from the area under the cloth and heating my entire body.
“Now Hetty come and stand here. Good. Now bend over as far as you can my girl.” Hetty leaned down, her bottom and legs exposed to me as was a hint of her sex. “Now lean back and spread your cheeks apart.” Hetty did so, pulling her buttocks wide with her hands to expose a tiny hole in the shade of her cleft, a sight which to my innocent eyes was almost too much to take.
The doctor turned to me. “I wish you to do the same as Hetty in a moment. Can you remember this pose?”
“I fail to see…”
“You do not need to see. You just need to do. Understand?” He sounded impatient.
“I understand.”
“Excellent. Now Hetty, are you familiar with this device?” He reached into his bag as Hetty stood up again. To my surprise I found myself regretting her movement, some part of me wanted to observe that hole of hers again. I did not see what he passed Hetty but she smiled wider than I had ever seen her do so before.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Excellent. Now Juliet, come and assume the position you were just shown.”
“Good sir, if you are asking me to expose myself in such a way you are surely a fool or a madman.”
“I am a doctor my girl and you will do as I bid or I shall force you to do so. Assume the position.”
I stood up, my legs like jelly as I turned away from the two of them and leaned down, feeling their eyes on my bottom as I reached back behind me and with a deep breath, took hold of my buttocks and stretched them apart.
“At last we have progress. Now do not shriek when my examination begins or you will upset your mother. This may come as a shock at first but I assure you it must be done. Silence I pray.”
I felt his hands on my bottom, his fingers moving between the cheeks as I bit my lip to keep quiet, the dampness on my lips noticeably increasing. He stroked over the very hole I had never thought any would ever go near and then his movements continued downwards. “Wet already,” he observed, “excellent. That will help. Now if you would be so kind Hetty, I will observe.”
His hands moved away and I felt strangely disappointed. A softer hand clasped my bottom and I realised Hetty had taken over. She had something cylindrical in her hand, something colder than the stethoscope and I gasped as it moved towards my wetness. Unable to control myself I shot upright and turned round, observing the metal device in her hand. “What on earth is that?” I asked.
The doctor grabbed me and bent me back over. “Hold still,” he said. “This device is to see if you will be able to fit my employer inside you, it matches the dimensions of his manhood exactly. Now be prudent of the noise you make. Hetty, pray continue.”
The device again went to my wetness and this time I felt the end of it nudge itself towards my most intimate hole. “It is going to enter your pussy,” the doctor said. “Tell me you understand?”
“It is going to enter my pussy,” I replied, blushing at the sound of the word. “Though I wish it wouldn’t.”
“Do you though?” the doctor asked, leaning down and running his fingers over my wet lips. He touched an area that screamed with pleasure as he did so. “That was your clitoris,” he said as I sighed loudly. “It desires attention does it not?”
He stroked around the bud that had come to life and I nodded in my bent over state. “It does,” I gasped.
Hetty moved the device a little further into me, an inch was now inside my body, stretching me almost painfully but the feeling was subdued by the doctor’s ministrations upon my clit as he’d called it. I found my hips rocking back slightly as Hetty remained still and I was able to control the speed of the device’s entry into me. A minute passed and I felt a wonderful sensation of fullness.
“Excellent,” said the doctor. “You have fitted the entirety of it into your pussy. You may remove it now Hetty thank you.”
As the device slid from me, I felt a strange sense of overwhelming emptiness. The hole which had never desired anything to be inside it before now felt bereft without it. “Remain still,” the doctor said as I went to stand. “There is another area the device must fit into yet.”
I heard liquid being poured behind me and then the tip of the metal cylinder was by my buttocks, sliding down the crack between them. “Surely you cannot mean there?” I asked as the very end of it pressed to my most private hole. “It could not possibly hope to fit.”
“You would be surprised,” the doctor said as Hetty pushed forwards. At first my bottom refused to give way but then in a single moment it seemed to stretch wide enough for the device to delve inside. I let out an uncontrollable moan, a mix of pain and pleasure as the device slid gradually deeper into me. The doctor’s hand was again on my clit as Hetty drove it home, the walls inside me screaming for more despite the shame I felt at even being excited by such an intrusion.
“You may stop now Hetty,” the doctor said and the device was withdrawn. “Juliet, please sit on the sofa.”
With my bottom aching and my pussy throbbing I sat on the sofa, my hands by my side, heat coursing through me, all thoughts of hiding my breasts from
view forgotten.
“To be a good wife you must know how to please your husband,” the doctor said, undoing his trousers as he spoke and shuffling them down his legs. “Hetty, please kneel before me.”
She did as commanded, staring at the doctor’s hips as he pulled his boxer shorts down to expose his member, my eyes widening at the sight of it. It was hard and seemed to burn with heat, the head shining in the light as it stuck up into the air. My pussy throbbed harder at the sight of it and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have such a thing take the place of the cylinder that had so recently been inside me.
“Hetty, begin when you please,” he said. I watched jealously as my maid took hold of his shaft in both her hands and took him into her mouth. She acted as if he were a meal of some kind, her tongue running over him, her lips taking the entire length of him to the back of her throat. “Observe her technique,” the doctor said. “She is an expert at this it seems. In fact, Hetty you must stop or I shall go too far.”
Hetty stood up and smiled as the doctor’s cock twitched in the air. “Now if you can mimic her,” the doctor said, turning and thrusting himself towards me. I wanted to protest, to refuse to debase myself in such a way but the sight of him so excited moved my hands before I could even think. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the fleshy heat of him as I licked my lips and then slowly took him into my mouth, trying to recall how Hetty had licked and sucked him, copying her movements as she nodded beside me.
The doctor snatched himself away from me and I thought I had hurt him until he reassured me. “Do not look so worried, I had to stop or I would have reached issue too soon.”
I did not know what he meant and my confusion showed. “Oh you poor innocent thing,” he said. “You will soon understand.” He lay on his back on the carpet, his member pointing upwards into the air. “This is my cock,” he said. “What is it?”
“Your cock sir.”
“Hetty, lower her onto me please.”
“What on earth?”
“My cock is about to go into your pussy. Do not look so worried. I assure you it is a most pleasant sensation for both parties.”
Hetty took my shaking hand and assisted me in stepping over the doctor. She held his cock in place as I lowered myself onto him, staring down at his cock and wondering how it could possibly fit inside me. It stretched the entrance to my pussy as Hetty began to stroke my clit, the pleasure it brought me washing aside any qualms as the doctor gradually filled me completely with his shaft.
I let out a deep low moan as I sank onto him. “Oh my goodness,” I exclaimed.
“Now bounce on me girl, come on, I have but ten minutes left.”
I lifted myself and then dropped onto him and the sensation of bliss was so strong I almost cried out, Hetty’s hand going over my mouth to silence me so we were left undisturbed by the rest of the household. I rode the good doctor as heat coursed through my body, Hetty’s hands on my clit making me burn ever hotter until suddenly my entire body went tense and the most indescribable sensation of unadulterated joy tore through me, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, my eyes closing.
“What in the deuce was that?” I asked, my voice weak as my legs shook and my pussy contracted around the doctor’s cock.
“That was an orgasm,” Hetty said. “I’ve had many of them thinking of you mistress.”
I blushed even deeper as Hetty took hold of my hand and brought it towards her pussy. I found myself staring into her eyes as I rocked on the cock inside me. She moved my fingers through her wetness and guided two of them up into her as she leaned over and planted the softest kiss on my lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth as she tugged at my nipples, rolling them between her fingers whilst the doctor began to thrust faster into me.
“Bring her to her feet,” he gasped. “And be quick about it.”
Reluctantly I slipped off him, my fingers still playing with Hetty as she draped herself back on the sofa. The doctor pressed my face between Hetty’s legs, bending me over so my bottom was pointed towards him. I found my tongue stuck out of its own accord, tasting her sweet nectar as the tip of him pressed between my buttocks. A moment later my private hole had stretched to allow him ingress and then he was inside my bottom, grinding deep into me, pushing my face further into Hetty’s wetness.
I licked at the point she moved me to, feeling a slight hardness under my tongue as my fingers went back into her. The feel of him deep in my bottom made me wince as he stretched and slammed and did many movements beyond my understanding, bringing me to a second climax a minute later, my legs giving way as he grabbed me and held me in place, moving ever faster.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped and I wondered what he meant. A moment later Hetty reached an orgasm, I could see her pussy in close up as it twitched around my fingers, my tongue slowing as she pushed me away from her clit, letting out the quietest sigh as the doctor rammed home into me a final time.
His cock seemed to spasm and jerk inside me and then I felt a spray of wet heat burst from the end of it, soaking the inside of my bottom as he groaned behind me and slid slowly backwards. Another jerk and more of the wet heat filled me so much that it dribbled back out as he withdrew.
“That’s my cum inside you,” he said, kissing my buttocks before stepping away. “Now I believe our examination is complete. I will forward all information to my employer.”
“Who is your employer?” I asked, sinking onto the sofa with Hetty’s arms wrapping round me, her lips planting soft embraces on my cheeks.
“Did I not say?” the doctor said, pulling up his trousers and beginning to pack away his things in his bag. “I am self employed.”
“But then you mean…?”
“That is right. I am the one who wishes to marry you and after today I will agree to do so on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You bring Hetty with you.”
I thought about Hetty’s kisses, the taste of her pussy, her bottom when she bent over. Then I thought of the doctor’s cock in my mouth, the feel of his liquid still dribbling from my aching hole. “I agree,” I said at last.
“Excellent. Now if you’d both like to dress I shall inform your mother of the outcome of my examination.”
He waited until we were behind the screen before unlocking the door and stepping outside, the door closing behind him.
“Hetty?” I began as she set to work dressing me. “Have you always felt this way about me?”
“Yes mistress,” she said, planting a soft kiss on my pussy, her tongue delving over my clit.
“Why on earth didn’t you say anything?”
“It wouldn’t have been proper mistress. I am your servant after all.”
“Well,” I smiled. “Does that mean you have to do everything I say?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Then get your fingers inside me this instant.”
Show Me
Chapter 1
Audrey could hardly believe what she was hearing. “You want me to go undercover? I’m an apprentice journalist, not a detective.”
Around her the sound of the office seemed to die away. Typewriters that had been clattering so loudly she could barely hear herself think became a muted hum. Her mind was filled with one thought. I knew this would happen.
Audrey had always considered herself something of a trail blazer. As a young child she’d devoured the serial stories depicting adventurers conquering the wilds of America, a world away from smog choked London. The magazines had been snatched away as had her childhood when her father had run up gambling debts and finished his days in the debtor’s prison in York. Her mother had taken the four children down to London, hoping to find work there and to perhaps also run away from the family creditors. Only Audrey had survived to adulthood and by then her mother had been four years in an unmarked pauper’s grave.
When the position had appeared in the Gazette Audrey almost missed it. She’d been evicted that very morning and with the las
t of her possessions under her arm she’d stumbled out into the street just as a passing banker tossed his newspaper into the gutter. Gathering it up in the hope of perhaps selling it on for a penny, Audrey glanced at the open page, situations vacant in two columns. Halfway down the second column lay her future hopes in one simple paragraph.
‘Apprentice journalist required for immediate start. Acting experience preferred and must never say no.’
She headed for the office of The Herald, her optimism falling as she saw the long line of applicants leaning against the outside wall, smoking and talking amongst themselves, not a woman to be seen. She drew several glances and whispered words as she joined the back of the queue. It was an hour before she reached the door and another quarter before she was admitted into the editor’s office. He had his back to her, looking through his window into the vast open space beyond, desks lined in four rows, typewriter at each, journalists feverishly working, again not a woman to be seen.
“Why do you want to work here?” the editor asked, still looking out at the floor. Before she could answer, he’d pushed open a window and leaned his head out. “Jenkins, get your hat! I’ve warned you twice about loafing. Out!”
He slammed the window shut and spun round, almost falling backwards as he saw Audrey. “You, you’re a woman!”
“That’s right sir but keen as mustard nonetheless.”
“Is this a joke? Did my secretary put you up to this?”
“No sir. I’m here to apply for the journalist position.”
“Right, well…” He lapsed into silence as he sat at his desk, fingers pressed together in front of his face as he leaned on his elbows. “We’ve never employed a woman before,” he muttered at last, more to himself than to Audrey.
“It is the 19th century sir. We do have a woman in charge of the country and the empire after all.”
“I suppose we do. Well, have you much acting experience?”