Dr Heather's house call – by Hoser4me

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Dr Heather's house call – by Hoser4me

My wife Heather and I live very busy lives. My name is Roger, and I am a malpractice attorney ten years her senior Heather is an MD in her early 30's just started in her first private practice. We met when I represented her boss, and after dating for a year we tied the knot. Our sex life was not very active, as our busy professional lives took precedence – until something happened that would change our lives forever.

About 6 months ago, Heather's office started a new practice called Priority Patient Services or PPS. This consists of a premium service offered to wealthy clients who pay cash for personalized services. This includes house calls, for which each doctor in the office rotated through an oncall schedule.

Before I continue, an description of Heather is in order. She is a stunning Playboy caliber blond, and was voted hottest female coed in her med school. 5'7” 120 , 38C/25/36 are not just numbers, I can assure you. Myself, I am average build, somewhat athletic and average in the pants as well. Heather has never complained about my performance, but I honestly don't think I have ever rocked her world in bed.

So this leads me to the eventful day. It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and we were invited to a friend's party. Heather was oncall, but we decided to risk it and go anyway. It had been a long week, and Heather and I indulged in some wine. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was the answering service. My heart sunk, as we were having quite a good time. Heather came back after taking down the info. A new patient of another Doctor called complaining of palpitations. His name was Samuel Mwangi, and fortunately his house was only about 2 miles from the party. We brightened after hearing this, and Heather said she would hop over there for what was hopefully a quick house call. I agreed to stay behind at the party.

I should mention Heather's outfit. She wore a quite short white dress (it was very warm), with a little g-string panty an no bra. I vaguely wondered if old Mr. Mwangi would get a kick out of this. My musings would turn out to be prophetic.

I was engaged in spirited banter with some friends after she left, and suddenly realized that Heather was gone for about an hour. My heart sunk, figuring that she was probably at the ER with the poor old guy. Then, my phone rang and it was Heather. I stepped away and answered. She told me she was on the way back to the party. Her voice was odd, almost sleepy. I asked if she was ok, and she insisted that she was.

About ten minutes later, she returned to the house. I was instantly alarmed when she walked in. Her hair was tousled, and her makeup seem to be smeared. There was a mark which appeared to be a love bite on her neck. She kissed me passionately and then quickly excused herself and went into the nearest bathroom. There was an unfamiliar pungent taste on her lips. Five minutes later, we rejoined the party. But Heather was uncharacteristically quiet. So after a short time I suggested we leave. When we got into the car, I started to question her about the visit. She cut me off, asking that we wait until home. So for the rest of the 15 minute drive an uneasy silence hung in the air.

When we arrived home, she led me directly up to our bedroom. And she began to open up. From here, I will let Heather tell the story of the house visit.

 

[hoser4me]

Part 1 continued

Heather's turn to tell the story


I arrived at the house, feeling some trepidation as this was not my patient, and I was unsure of what his reaction would be to my unprofessional and provocative attire. I read his chart on my Blackberry after I parked my car in the large circular driveway. Samuel Mwangi was a healthy 50 year old black expatriate from Kenya. He passed his physicals with flying colors. A fit athletic man with low average BMI. So I walked to the door and rang the bell. A very attractive petite black woman answered the doorbell. She was dressed in a maid's outfit in the style one would find in a Fredericks catalog.

She addressed me formally and proceeded to lead me out onto a large patio in the back where Mr. Mwangi lay on a chaise lounge. His skin was the shade of coal, probably the darkest person I had ever seen. He immediately stood up and took my hand, introducing himself and his maid as Tia. Tia bowed, and walked back into the house. He was dressed in a silk robe and boxer shorts. We made small talk, and I inquired as to his condition. He indicated that he was having palpitations. He removed his robe, and I would not help but notice he was very muscular and fit. His pulse and BP checked normal, but I noticed the telltale popping on his left side. When I questioned him on his diet, he admitted consuming 5 cups of coffee earlier. So caffeine palpitations. Common and not a worry.


When I checked his lungs and heart, I happened to glance down and noticed something incredible. His silk boxers were stretched out with the largest erection I had ever seen. Part of the coal black monster was visible through the opening in the front. My pussy started to cream, and my rock had nipples had to be visible though my thin summer dress.


I should add at this point that I have always fantasized about black men, but my conservative upbringing prevented me from acting on my desires. I mentioned it jokingly to Roger a few times, and it seemed to pique his interest, but nothing further ever came from it.


With a dry mouth, I told him that everything looked fine, but he should cut back on his coffee intake. He stood up and smiled, and thanked me for coming so promptly. My eyes reflexively glanced down at the bulge in his shorts. One more thing, he asked. Could I check his prostate? He was uncomfortable with a male physician performing this test. My mind's reaction was to decline, but my growing arousal led me to answer otherwise. He handed me a bottle of oil before I could reach for my case, and dropped his shorts. The largest and darkest cock I could ever imagine sprang out in front of me. He laughed as I continued to stare. I numbly asked him to turn around, and lubed my index finger, not bothering to put on a glove.


Mwangi was surely a chiseled ebony god. His buttocks were rock hard, with not a big of sag. He assumed the position, and I slid an index finger into his rectum. For what seemed like an eternity I probed, massaging his prostate, which checked out fine. I reached around with my other hand and cupped his huge balls, checking carefully for lumps, and asked him to cough. Without any thought, I moved my hand up to his shaft. It was amazingly hard, long and thick, and my fingers couldn't reach all the way around. At least twice the size of my hubby's average white penis. He let out a deep groan of pleasure, and my pussy was now swimming in my juices.


He pulled away and turned again, and my finger plopped out. Hands on hips, his coal black cock was now right in front of my face. Without hesitating, I grabbed it and started licking the plum sized head. My tongue bathed the shaft, and suckled his balls. He pulled me up and kissed me, and my dress and panties just seemed to fall off. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tia standing by the window inside. I tried to get his cock inside my throat, but was only able to get about 1/3 in.


Still on my knees, he pulled out of my mouth and turned around again. Like a woman possessed, I spread his tight cheeks and licked his taint and dark brown ring. My long pink tongue snaked in, touching his prostate again and tasting his pungent manliness.


Mwangi pulled away from me again, and lifted me up and carried me over to a patio table where a towel had been placed. He laid me down on my back, and grabbed my legs. My eyes widened as he lined this black monster up with my shaved pink pussy. I mumbled something about being gentle but he was already working it into my tight cunt. Less than halfway in, I was hit with a wave of orgasms that had my legs quivering. Suddenly he pulled out, and Tia slid in front of him. She began to expertly lick my pussy, and my first lesbian experience resulted in more explosive orgasms. Tia then grabbed Samuel's still rock hard cock, and gently pushed it back in. Mwangi took over and suddenly thrust all the way in, bottoming out in my cervix. I had never felt this before and nearly ********** from the wave of orgasms that hit.


He fucked me for what seemed forever. Tia licked my clit, and then stuck a finger in my asshole, which sent me completely over the edge. Mwangi roared, and began shooting about a gallon of cum deep into my pussy. When he pulled out, Tia began to lick his cock clean, and then turned to my pussy and started to lap up the copious overflow, pushing some back into me with her tongue. My formerly tight pussy was gaping wide open. Mwangi collapsed on a lounge chair.

Tia helped me off of the table, then pulled my panties on past my rubbery legs. She began speaking in a soft melodious tone, telling me that I was a black cock slut now, and should have my cuckold husband lick the cum out of my pussy. And I will never be satisfied with a white penis again. Tia, helped me put my dress on, and told me I will be paying many more house calls in the future! I went over and kissed Mwangi on the lips, and then kissed his cock. After leaving, I sat in the car for about 10 minutes before my head was clear enough to leave.


Roger's turn to pick up the story.


I sat on the bed in shock, as Heather relayed the tale. She had stripped naked, and fingered her swollen pussy as she spoke. To my surprise my cock was rock hard and seeping. My brilliant blond blue eyed cheerleader wife had suddenly morphed into a bisexual ass licking black cock slut. Then Heather asked me to lick her. Her pussy was gaping open and oozing white liquid. To my own surprise, I quickly complied, drinking the mix of black cum and pussy juice until she came again. When I climbed on top of her, she gently pushed me off, and knelt down instead to give me a blowjob. I was amazed as she easily deep throated me, and I came in less than a minute. We both then collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed.



End of part 1.

 

[hoser4me]

:feedback:

 

[niteflyerbbc]

You got setup Sam knew that you were on call, he probably saw you at the office and made a few discreet inquiries about you. And set his plan to fuck you in motion.Waited until you ere the doc on call to set the scene and of course Tia was in on it.Btw good story.

 

[happyhot]

Very good story. but I agree with Niteflyeerbbc, it was a setup!

 

[surry]

Great story!!!

 

[WimpHub2]

luv the story!! More please!!