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Reading Notes:

1. This is the fifth chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory.

2. The narrative in this chapter takes place in the week prior to Dr Mary and Cee leaving their respective jobs in the city, and moving go the village of Cwm Pechod, to take up new posts in the medical practice headed by Dr Sara.

3. All characters in this story are over 18, and all interactions are consensual.

Monday morning dawned overcast but dry in Cardiff. As usual, Mary and Cee shared breakfast making duty, and when Mary had kissed Cee goodbye, and hurried off to the surgery to begin her final week of work, Cee loaded the dishwasher, tidied up in the kitchen, and for a couple of hours, started to pack items of clothing that neither she nor Mary would need before they left this house to live and work in Cwm Pechod.

She left the house at half past ten, catching the service bus that stopped at the end of the road, and rode to the hospital, where she made for the Human Resources department to inform them of her departure. She gave herself plenty of time for this task. Her late shift didn’t start until midday.

Meanwhile, up in Cwm Pechod, Dr Sara was already hard at work in her surgery. There was a steady stream of patients to see, and because she was now the sole doctor in the practice, thanks to her late colleague Dr Campbell’s death from a stroke, Dr Sara was feeling quite stressed.

Before leaving the house that morning, she had supervised her submissive partner Paul’s clothes for the day. This was a regular thing. Paul was only ever permitted to wear women’s underwear, and he was also required to put on stockings under his trousers if he was going out. Sometimes Sara made him wear a suspender belt too, on other occasions he was dressed in elasticated top hold-up stockings. Dr Sara smiled as she thought of Paul’s shopping expedition this morning. He was going to the supermarket wearing powder blue frilly drawers and sheer, black hold-up stockings. In addition to his ever present chastity device, (a heavy metal cock cage, the key to which nestled between Dr Sara’s tits, on a thin chain), she had also slipped a thin, ribbed butt plug up his arse before leaving the house. Her instruction was that this was to remain in situ until she got back home that evening.

For some reason, over the breakfast table, Paul had reminded his Owner Mistress that she had neglected (“forgotten” was the word he used) to milk him after his maintenance punishment session yesterday. She had stared at him coldly, before answering,

“I don’t forget things. You weren’t milked because I have decided that I need to tell Mary about our lifestyle. She’ll be moving in here next weekend, and I certainly don’t intend changing the way things work here, just because my daughter is going to be staying for a while.”

“It is my intention to meet her before she and Clarice, my new practice nurse, come up for supper on Friday night. When they arrive, you’ll be dressed and will serve us all. It is important that you have a full ball sac, and that your balls are swollen, tender and nicely blue!”

“I would have arranged a meeting today, before evening surgery,” she continued, “but as I told you last night I’m going to see Julian late this afternoon. I am gagging for a really good fucking, and he can fit me in for a quickie before evening surgery.”

“Now, for your impertinence, you’ll wear a butt plug for the rest of the day,” she informed him in a business-like tone of voice.

“You’ll keep it in until I come home at tea time. If you’ve been a good boy, you will be allowed to eat the cream pie I’ll be bringing home after Julian has fucked me. Now go and get me the blue ribbed butt plug!”

She finished her coffee and waited until her submissive returned with the butt plug, which she proceeded to insert, before instructing Paul to pull up his panties and trousers, and to get on with his household chores before he went shopping.

Cee arrived in plenty of time to see someone in Human Resources. She anticipated no difficulty in handing in her resignation, and smiled at the clerk who was seated at the reception desk.

“Good morning” she greeted the young man, politely. “Can you give me some advice, please? I wish to tender my resignation, as I am moving out of the area this weekend. What do I need to do?”

“That should be no problem,” responded the young man, returning her smile. “If I can get you to fill in this form, I’ll pass it up the line for processing. The salary section will need to calculate how much you are owed, what holiday entitlement you have, and a couple of other things. To be perfectly honest with you, I can never remember what to tell people who are resigning.”

He blushed as he handed Cee the forms that had to be completed. She scanned them quickly.

“I have an hour or so before my shift starts,” she said. “If I go to the staff canteen, I can get this completed and bring it back to you before I start work.”

“Great,” abidinpaşa escort said the young man, adding, “I can pass it on and maybe they’ll start on it this afternoon. If not, they’ll have it in plenty of time to make a start on it first thing tomorrow morning.”

Cee thanked him again, and headed for the staff canteen. On the way there, her phone buzzed, and after arriving and ordering herself an Americano, she sat at a table to read her message and begin filling in her resignation.

She read,

‘Hi darling. All sorted out with Dawn. She’s already engaged a locum to replace me, and he’s doing my evening surgery. I’ll be home early, waiting for you to finish your shift. How do you fancy going out for a meal tonight? Let me know, ok? Love you loads. M xxx’

Cee smiled and started to compose her reply.

‘Sounds perfect. I’ve got my resignation form and am about to fill it in. Should be home about 8:30. Any chance of an aperitif before we go out for supper? I quite fancy a number 69 cocktail! Or should that be a cunt-tail? Lol!’

Cee sipped her coffee, completed the necessary questions and was back in the HR department about an hour after having left it. The young clerk was nowhere to be seen. Sitting at the desk was a middle aged woman, who was in the middle of a phone call. Cee smiled and waited patiently.

Eventually the woman finished her phone call. She looked up at Cee.

“Help you?” she asked.

Cee handed her the completed form.

“This is my resignation form,” she began. “It has to be handed to HR for processing.”

The receptionist accepted the form wordlessly, and the looked at Cee. She asked in a bored voice,

“Anything else?”

“No, thank you,” replied Cee politely.

The woman swivelled round in her chair, threw Cee’s form into a basket marked “Internal” and picked up the phone again. She ignored Cee, who stood for a few seconds before realising that this woman wasn’t going to speak to her again. She went out of the department, and made for her own area of work, to change into her scrubs and begin her shift.

With plenty of work to do, the rest of the day passed fairly quickly for Dr Sara and for Cee. Dr Mary finished her morning surgery, and headed home, i tending to pack up a few essentials which she could take up to her mother’s house. The rest of her belongings would need to be packaged and stored, ready to be moved to her new house in Cwm Pechod. When she’d bought it! Mary put a note in her diary to contact a removal firm and to get them to do what was necessary before the end of the week.

Dr Sara saw the last patient out of her surgery, and went to have a quick word with Gwladys, her receptionist. Gwladys was a capable, unflappable widow, who’d worked at the surgery for over twenty five years. She was extremely protective of Dr Sara, and her knowledge of the surgery’s patients was both encyclopaedic and discrete.

“I need to slip out for a couple of hours,” Dr Sara, said, sticking her head around the door to Gwladys’s office. “Will you hold the fort until I get back? I’ll be here around four to four thirty.”

“No problem, doctor,” replied Gwladys. “Since Dr Campbell finished, I bring sandwiches in for lunch, and get on with filing and other admin. business in between morning and evening surgeries. You go and get your business done. Everything here will be fine till you get back.”

As she walked out to her car, Sara reflected on Gwladys’s words. It wasn’t her business that was going to be done. It was her!

She dialled Julian’s number from her carphone, and got through to his secretary, who put her through straight away.

Her cunt tingled and her nipples hardened when she heard his familiar voice.

“Hi gorgeous. Are you on your way?”

“Yes, and I don’t have a lot of time. I promised Paul I’d call in to feed him after seeing you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“I can be there in three,” he replied, “so I’ll be ready and waiting for you!”

Eleven minutes later, Sara was on her knees in front of Julian, who guided his thick hard cock between her lips and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him in, deep throating him immediately, and looking up at him as she did so.

“I love having my cock in your throat,” he murmured. “You are such a wonderful cock sucker!”

Obviously, Sara couldn’t reply verbally to this compliment, but she did constrict the opening to her throat, an action which griped Julian’s cock helmet tighter, and caused another groan of ecstasy from him.

Sara continued to deep throat her lover for another minute or so, and then she pulled back slightly, so that Julian’s helmet was now in her mouth. She used her tongue on the hard, shiny cock head, and was almost immediately rewarded with the familiar taste of his pre cum. She continued her oral administration for another thirty seconds or so.

Then she judged that Julian was approaching his climax. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth away from his throbbing aktepe escort cock.

“As much as I love it when you cum in my mouth,” she whispered to her lover, “I’ve promised Paul a fresh cream pie, and I don’t have a lot of time to feed him before evening surgery.”

“I understand, lover,” replied Julian. “But do you have enough time for me to taste that wonderful cunt of yours before I fuck you?”

“Uuummm…” Sara pretended to think, whilst getting to her feet and removing her panties. She leaned against the breakfast bar in Julian’s kitchen (for quickies such as this, they never made it as far as his bedroom) and opened her legs, lifting her skirt as she did so. Julian needed no second invitation. He plunged straight in, his tongue finding her clit, and sucking it out from its protective hood. Sara shuddered in delight.

Julian sucked and nibbled on Sara’s clit until she began to lubricate. He allowed himself the indulgence of tasting her cunt juice for a minute or so. Sara was in her seventh heaven. She lifted one leg and put it on Julian’s shoulder, an action which opened her cunt wider and allowed him to finger her at the same time as he was eating her out. She began to ride his face, pushing her cunt into him as he licked and sucked. Within minutes she knew she was going to cum. She leaned forward and pulled Julian into her. He responded by concentrating his efforts with his tongue on her clit, whilst his two fingers reamed in and out of her cunt. She felt electric tingles in her cunt and saw flashing lights behind her eyes as her first orgasm hit. Julian continued to suck, lick and use his fingers whilst she was in the throes of her orgasm, and when she had calmed down, he eased her leg off his shoulder, stood up and pulled her to him. They kissed, long, deep, and very wet.

Sara pulled away, and beseeched Julian,

“Get that cock in me now! I need to be fucked and I don’t have a lot of time!”

“Anything to oblige you, ma’am!” came the instant reply, and Sara caught a glimpse of his beautiful cock, as he steadied it with one hand and guided it into her hot, dripping cunt.

Sara gasped as Julian slid his cock into her. She had the usual sensation of being stretched to her limit and then filled up. His cock shaft stimulated her clit, which was already throbbing. Once he bottomed out inside her, she clenched her cunt muscles, gripping his cock tight, and that was the signal for him to begin fucking her.

In, out, in, out, Julian was like a mechanical piston. Each thrust in pushed her clit backwards, whilst when he performed an outwards movement, his cock shaft dragged her clit with it. This was how they fucked, and both of them adored the sensations their carnal activities produced.

Sara had one final trick up her sleeve. Reaching around Julian’s waist, she pulled his arse cheeks apart and found his arsehole with her index finger. She tickled and gently scratched it with her nail, then gently inserted it up to the second knuckle. Julian groaned in delight and continued his rapid thrusting in and out of her cunt.

She was leaking like a dripping tap, and her thighs glistened with the juices that were flowing out of her cunt. Julian paused and looked in her eyes. This too was a regular part of their fucking. He was seeking permission to cum in her.

“Yes, please,” she whispered to his unasked question. “Give it to me now. I want all of your lovely cum in me, so that I can go home and give my cuckold a steaming hot cream pie!”

Julian needed no second invitation. He resumed his thrusting, ensuring that every forward movement concluded with him bottoming out deep in her cunt. Sara for her part continued to finger fuck his arse, co-ordinating her movements with his, so as to achieve deeper penetration of his shit shute.

Aware of his neighbours, and the noise they were making, the two lovers kissed deeply, groaning and gasping into each other’s mouth. It was doubtful if anyone outside of the kitchen could hear anything.

Julian’s whole body suddenly went rigid, and Sara felt the first, white hot rope of cum splatter deep inside her. She began to cum herself, her clit feeling like it had been wired into the mains electricity. Julian continued to pump his cum into her, and she saw stars as her own orgasm hit. Keeping her finger inside his arsehole, she wrapped her other arm around his neck and they continued to kiss, mashing tongues, tasting saliva, and coming down slowly from the high that their individual orgasms had given them.

Sara giggled as she felt Julian’s arsehole spasm as she wiggled her finger inside him.

“You are such a good fuck!” she complimented her lover, slowly withdrawing her finger.

“So are you, my lovely,” he grinned, not moving at all.

They both loved the next bit. They held each other whilst Julian’s cock softened inside Sara’s cunt, and after a few minutes it flopped out, dripping with a combination of his cum and her cunt juices. Sara regarded it greedily.

“Well I’m not wasting that!” akyurt escort she declared, dropping to her knees and taking his soft, exhausted cock in her mouth.

“Mmmm!” she moaned, loving the combined taste of cum and her own cunt, and cleaning the pink wrinkled shrimp thoroughly. Reluctantly, she released him, reached for her knickers and pulled them on.

Standing up, she kissed her lover tenderly.

“I hate to rush off,” she told him, “but I promised Paul a cream pie before evening surgery!”

“No probs,” he responded. “I need to get ready for rugby training anyway. We’ve got a big match on Saturday, so training will be pretty intense tonight. I always train better when I’ve emptied my ball sac!” He winked at her with a wicked grin.

“Can I see you again on Friday night?” he asked hopefully.

“Sorry, no,” Sara replied, the regret obvious in her voice.

“You know Mary is joining the practice?”

He nodded. He’d heard the news.

“Well Paul and I have been talking,” continued Sara.

“We have no intention of altering our lifestyle, and I am certainly not giving up your cock! Mary is coming for supper on Friday night. I’m going to dress Paul and he’ll serve our supper and I’ll tell Mary exactly what the score is. She’s a grown woman, so I expect she’s heard about relationships like ours. She can either accept it, or not. We certainly aren’t going to change to satisfy my daughter!”

“Sorry, lover,” she continued regretfully. “I really must go. I’ll be in touch sometime on Saturday morning, to let you know when we can get together for another fuck. Hopefully, it won’t have to be a quickie next time!”

They shared a farewell kiss, and Sara left to go home to her cuckold, bearing gifts.

It took less than five minutes for Sara to arrive home, but already gravity was beginning to have an effect. Pre-warned by his Goddess, Paul was already in position, naked and lying on his back on their bed when Sara came into the bedroom.

She wasted no time, merely pulling down her panties and putting them on the bedside table. She positioned her knees either side of Paul’s head and sank down onto his face. She squirmed a little bit to open herself up, and then bore down, as if she were squeezing out the last drops after having a pee. Paul lapped up his cream pie eagerly.

When she was certain that he had cleaned her up properly, Sara got up off his face. She indicated her panties and told her cuckold,

“I hope you enjoyed your cream pie? There’s some dessert for you in the gusset of my knickers. You may lick them clean and put them in the laundry basket. I have to get to evening surgery now, but I’ll be back at my normal time. After supper, I’ll want pleasuring again. Your tongue has made me realise how much I need another orgasm after the ones I had earlier when Julian was fucking me. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll take that butt plug out and peg you before we go to sleep!”

Dr Sara left for evening surgery, forgetting that she was no longer wearing any underwear.

Two things happened early on Tuesday morning.

Mary got a text from the practice manager, Dawn Brown. In it she informed Mary that she had managed to procure the services of a locum, who was interested in taking her place on a permanent basis. That meant that Mary needn’t come in to the surgery again. Dawn would complete all the necessary paperwork, and send it on for checking and signing. Mary was delighted.

She kissed Cee goodbye, and promised to have supper on the table by the time she returned from work.

The second thing to happen was that Mary phoned her mother. She was desperate to talk to her before she started working with her, not realising that Sara was equally anxious to tell her daughter a few secrets of her own. The two doctors arranged to meet at a favourite Italian cafe, mid-way between Cardiff and Cwm Pechod after Dr Sara had finished morning surgery.

When she arrived at their rendezvous, a little after one o’ clock, Sara was delighted to see that Mary was already waiting for her. She ordered them both a coffee, having ascertained that Mary was ready for a refill, and walked over to the quiet corner table where her daughter was sitting. Sara thought that Mary looked a little bit agitated. She hoped that nothing was wrong, and was about to ask Mary just that, when the younger doctor shot to her feet as her mother approached her table.

“Mam, I’m a lesbian, and I smoke,” Mary blurted out in a much louder voice than she had first intended. She blushed furiously, as Rosa, the cafe owner looked over and smiled at her. Mary was grateful that she and her mother were the only two customers in the cafe.

Sara sat down and waited for Mary to resume her seat.

“Not another word until Rosa has brought our coffees,” she said.

The coffees arrived, and Rosa spent a few minutes scolding her customers for their lack of regular attendance. As she put it, they both used to visit her establishment regularly, but since Mary had left the village, Rosa hardly saw either of them these days. She seemed to be reassured when she was told that Mary was coming home to join her mother’s practice. She left to go and serve a couple of school children, who no doubt had sneaked out of school at dinner time and wanted to sample some of Rosa’s delicious homemade ice cream.

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