Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 10

As we held one another, flinching slightly as our spasms waned, Dr. Neil giggled in his throat and said, "I really hope you join the Club, Dee. The first rule for an assistant member candidate is that he or she must go to bed with the sponsor in question before joining," he said, grinning.

"Mmm, well...technically we haven't been to bed," I said. "But just ten feet away are some of the most comfortable...and expensive...dental chairs anywhere in the world. In fact, recently I've had fantasies about fucking in them," I pronounced, vulgarly. Each chair is about seven feet long, and is shaped like a very flat letter S...on its back. It can be raised, lowered, angled, etc., in any direction by the dentist. In the case of today, I was fortunate to be in the company of such a person. "C'mon, Dr. Neil. You wanted me before. Now it's my turn to want you," I said, dragging him into the cubicle closest to his small office and setting the agenda by beginning to undress. We could talk about the Club later. Right now I was extremely horny...and he seemed struck dumb by my body as I disrobed. He just stood in front of me, looking, his eyes burning into my flesh as I tossed my clothing to the floor. His hot, moist hands, though trembling, reached out to caress me and felt good on my shoulders, back, breasts and hips, though I had to overcome his bashfulness by undressing him and showing him what I wanted.

I then took what I immediately discovered was Dr. Neil's very talented mouth onto my pussy as I lay on my back on the lower, upthrust part of the chair that normally supports the under portion of a patient's knees and calves. My head was slightly lower than my hips, but the height was perfect...and I felt that he was - almost literally - eating me...devouring me...digesting my moist inner folds...and swallowing them. My legs were spread so widely that I thought my hips would unhinge, and it seemed that his tongue was, repeatedly, right at the opening of my uterus. Apparently, once Dr. Neil got started, he was very quick to catch on. Once I got started, of course, it seemed as if I could entertain platoons of men. Recently, I'd seen the look on my face when in this mood...when my hormones had driven all rational thought from my head...and I know that my dazed expression showed pure animal vacuity as I looked up at him when he rose to get his breath. "Please fuck me, Dr. Neil," I plead. "I need you inside me," I whined, pulling him down to me and feeling his penis slide into me with absolutely no hesitation. "Uuu...uuuh-yesss!" I grunted, as his glans touched me deeply. "Ooohhh, Gaawwdd, yesss!" I mewled as he began to move in me. "Please, Dr. Neil...just fuck me...like that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

As everyone knows, each body is different. Dr. Neil's is relatively small, no more than 5'9" tall, with some - but not much - muscle tone. His unique physical attribute is the extraordinary amount of hair he has on his torso. From his neck, which he shaves to below the collar-line, to his ankles, he is covered by a growth of thick black hair. I found it to be kind of a turn-on, as it rubbed against my tender nipples, exciting them to hardness, and I imagined myself engaged in some sort of bestial act with a non-human being...something alien and dangerous but intolerably sexy by my perverse standards. Fuck! He felt good!

But my imaginative thoughts did little to alter what I really loved...the extraordinary joy that a man and a woman reach when they move easily with one another in the act of love. I realized at this moment that I hungered nearly as much for that rocking sensation as I did for shattering orgasms...though my experiences of the past few weeks showed me that I was an expert at achieving those, too.

But what of my feelings of romantic love? My love for Jack, for example? Though deeply in my heart I always felt pangs for my lover, for the first time I realized that I'd probably not break my tight embrace of Dr. Neil for any reason. Even if Jack were to call me on my cell phone at this moment and ask me to come running, I'd not hesitate. And I didn't, break my embrace, that is. The phone in my purse signaled the unmistakable first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony - a call from someone - and I continued fucking up to my boss's driving hips. He started to pull out, evidently considerate and not the sort of man who'd neglect answering his own ringing phone. I shook my head slightly and pulled him back in, using my heels on his butt.

If anything, after the ringing stopped, the threatened interruption had stimulated me. I wanted to cum, and didn't really care if Dr. Neil did or not. So, I wrapped an arm around my boss's neck and drew him to me closely. His hairy chest mashed my breasts, and they squished back and forth as he drove into me...showing me as time went on that he was no slouch in the stamina department.

Dr. Neil's ear was right at my lips, and I wanted to talk dirty to him. All our years of repartee in the office, with him lusting privately after me, now stirred in me a retributive impulse. I knew what I had to say. Like so many men - even Billy, my teenage neighbor - my boss apparently had harbored a hunger for me for as long as I'd worked for him. And, while for years I'd gone through the motions of being a faithful wife to an unfaithful, duplicitous husband, I'd learned that many other men - all except Jack, who'd been very forthright - had been jerking off to my image in their minds. Well, that was going to cease! Each time I discovered that a man had wanted me and had kept quiet about it, I would confront him with his diffidence! Well, within reason I would! And if my confrontations ended with fucking the guy in question, then so much the better! At least it would be honest! This might include brothers-in-law, or even closer male relatives, I thought lewdly! Damn it! I wasn't afraid of incest! What I was afraid of was the pathological mental cruelty that sexually repressed people visited on one another, and the vicious hypocrisy they used in judging the behavior of others...all the while cloaking their neuroses and vindictiveness with the niceties of bourgeois convention or institutionalized religion. Humans are made to fuck, whenever, wherever, with whomever; and to love one another when possible.

So, I whispered seductively to him: "Mmmm, Dr. Neilll. You feel...so goood...fucking me. I bet you've wanted to...do me like this...for years, huh! Right here...in the office! Maybe on this...very chair! I bet you've...fucked your wife...at home...at night...in the dark, and imagined...her to be me!" I rasped, as I ground my soaking slit up against his groin. "Oooh, you like the way my...hot pussy feels? Huh?" I teased. "You know, Doctor...now that I'll be free...divorced...you won't have...to wish...any more!" I offered, embellishing the delicious fantasy. "Just ask me...an' I'll suck your cock...an' fuck you...anytime...anywhere!" I stuck my tongue in his ear and he moaned into my neck and accelerated his thrusting. "You gonna' cum, Dr. Neil?" I asked, tauntingly, "Gonna' cum for me? Mmmm, c'mon...lover, fill me up...fill me all the way up!"

But my boss had an agenda of his own. He was making sure we'd both remember this - probably his only adulterous fling since he'd been married - for a long while. He turned me on my side and grabbed my right ankle, lifting it high to begin driving into me sideways. He'd straddled the bottom portion of the chair, but quickly adjusted its height for maximum comfort so he could kneel. God! These chairs are great for fucking, I thought, as I slapped my cunt back at his loins. "Neil!" I rasped, forgetting the courtesy of calling him 'Doctor,' "Give me a mirror!" Each dental station has a mirror so that patients can see inside their mouths. He handed me one and I held it so I could see his pale, hairy cock split my swollen, dark red lips. They clung to him when he withdrew and seemed to open widely in anticipation of each new plunge. I placed my hand on my pussy so I could feel his cock enter me, and grabbed one of his hands to place it on our slippery junction. It was a good move, since his fingers started rubbing my clit. "Ahhh, fuck...Neil," I groaned. "Keep...doing me...Neil. Please...fuck me...just like that...ahhh, FUCK! YEAH!" I yelled, providing him much encouragement where little was needed.

My nice little boss is going to make me cum! I thought, as the buzzing waves started at the top of my birth canal. Who could have foreseen this? Jeezuss, he feels so good! "Ohh...Neil! On my...back...again...please!" I gasped, wanting to feel him driving full-length into me while pressing me down against the chair...taking my breath away as I climaxed. I was now on my back again and gleefully accepting his cock between my widely spread legs. We'd been fucking for many minutes by now and our pace had become quite rapid. I lowered my pelvis to provide a smooth, straight entry for him and the room resonated with the rapid, hollow-sounding thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup noise of his loins popping against mine. "Gawd, Neil...I'm gonna' cum!" I said, looking him in the eye frantically. He just looked back at me blankly - mesmerized, with slackened jaw - and continued thrusting.

"Yeah...Neil...I'm...yeah...ohhh...Neil...gonna'...cu'...I'm, Neil, I'm gonna'...cumm!...CUM-MING!...CUM-MING!...CU'ING!...you're mak...CUMMMIINNG! OH, GAWWDD!" I screeched, as my legs gripped his slim hips to stop their thrusting. I froze for 30 seconds or so...until my vagina had nearly pinched off his embedded penis. The orgasmic aftershocks forced me to plunge at him in spasms, to release in spurts the tension in my nearly paralyzed insides. Dr. Neil held me in his arms on the dentist's chair, leaning over me as I recovered, and kissed me lightly until I sighed, mewled and hugged him closely to let him know that I'd enjoyed the fantastic climax immensely.

Then, in retrospect, I did a terrible thing, knowing as I should have my boss's feelings for me. I flipped him off my body and disengaged from him. Climbing on all fours, I knelt facing away from his hyperventilating frame, his erect cock waving in the breeze, and grinned back at him while pulling apart my butt cheeks. "C'mon, Dr. Neil, fuck me in the ass! You know you want it! I want your load all the way up inside me!" He issued a high groan and scrambled to place himself at my rectum, then he entered me all the way in a very slow, very tender fashion. "Oooooohhhh, yeeeaaahhh, babyyyyy," I crooned like a whore. "That's what I want. Now, gimme all of yourself...all your cum!" I muttered, as I rocked to and fro on the fulcrum of my knees, my breasts finding nice, cushy solace in the palms of my boss's hands as we went at it like dogs.

But he wasn't going to cum this way. We must have fucked for many minutes, at which point I began to get sore. I finally plead with Dr. Neil to try something else, and he lay on his back on the chair, his erect penis sticking straight up. I faced his feet and straddled him, and sat on him as my gaping cunt swallowed his tireless cock. I was hoping at this point that he wouldn't get bored. I'd come to learn recently that not everyone had the same boundless desire for coitus as did I. But thankfully he didn't succumb to boredom, and I noisily yelped and whimpered at him as I rode him hard. Surprising me, he stuck a finger up my ass, which made me gasp and clamp more tightly on his prick. My buttocks slapped his loins ceaselessly until my clasping snatch finally milked a second steaming load of spunk from him as he grunted, "Aaagh, Dee...nnn, Dee, Dee, Dee," and, pulling his finger from my rectum, grasped my hips with an iron-like grip. He lay quietly for a long time, and didn't make a sound until we'd disengaged and I'd sucked him clean him with my mouth. He then asked quietly, "Well, Deirdre...you extraordinary young woman...you insatiable female...do you think you might like to join?"

"Do I get to say no to anything I don't want to do?" I asked, brightly.

"Sure!" he said. "Here's the Blue Book and another CD. Go to your desk and take a look at 'em. I'll call Mandy right now and tell her. She'll be overjoyed! Oh, and here's a prescription for Klonopin." Dr. Neil seemed really happy with me.

I took the materials he wanted me to study to the privacy of my work station, in order to make up my mind. But who was I kidding? I'd just had a very pleasant sexual interlude with my boss, who incidentally appeared more than a little smitten with me. I knew what my answer would be, but I'd need to learn a lot more. Mandy called on my line a few minutes later, having just spoken with Dr. Neil. She wanted to pick me up so we could visit the Club. I wanted to see what I was getting into, and be sure of what he'd called "the long-term rewards" of membership, so I gave Dr. Neil a lengthy, meaningful hug and sloppy kiss, thanked him for being so nice, and left for home.

At least my sex life would take on an added dimension, I thought. Other than fucking just for animal pleasure, which had dominated my actions for weeks, I'd be engaging in sex to improve the quality of my life. Membership in the Club would elevate me to a higher circle, I thought...with the sophisticated, cultured people I'd always admired, identified with, and tried to emulate.

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"Are we dressed okay?" I asked Mandy when she arrived, since I hadn't changed and she, too, wore a casual skirt and sweater.

"Sure! Anyone there is working on a show so we're fine. By the way, congratulations on deciding to get a divorce!" she said. I'd told her on the phone about Frank and I agreeing to split up. "He wasn't good enough for you, honey. That swaggering wise guy stuff may go down well on TV, but it certainly wouldn't in your new social circle. I mean, who needs an abusive bully around when there're so many fine gentlemen from whom to choose?" she said.

Mandy had seen through my marriage to Frank years before. I was the classic, attentive Italian wife, doing everything for her husband, and putting a nice face on everything. Even I didn't know what I'd been missing 'til I'd had my affair...after nearly ten years of faithful marriage. The fact that Frank had been infertile had only made him act more abusively toward me...obviously because he was compensating for some deeply buried feelings of inadequacy.

Anyway, I'd kind of gone off the deep end lately. I'd fallen in love with Jack, and still loved him deeply, but - like so other men in my life - I was afraid of him...his quiet strength and extreme secretiveness. He was wonderful to me, but his divorce had hurt him financially and otherwise, and he couldn't really commit the time and attention to me in the ways that I now needed. Then I'd been raped, which had really thrown me for a loop, and that had stimulated a growing dependence on - an addiction to - painkilling drugs. And, most recently, I'd had a sudden, wild sexual awakening, which had gotten totally out of control. Almost no male within sight was now safe from my ravenous clutches. This was rather amusing since Mandy had known me since I'd been in my mid-twenties, and I'd always been a quiet, sensitive little lady...a good little girl...just the way my mother had taught me. Thank goodness Mandy had had a lot of experience with her own raging hormones, I thought. I'm lucky she's around to provide me guidance at this juncture.

Thirty years ago, when she was age 21, Mandy had been hired by Dr. Neil's father, Dr. Sean McCarthy, as the office receptionist. Pictures of her from that time show her to be really cute and energetic. She laughingly admits that she had the sexual morals of an alley cat. It was the early seventies and most single women were on birth control pills...just one of the facets of the 'sixties' sexual revolution. Also, AIDS was unknown. She was out every night and, though she got little sleep, she was very good at her job. It was only a matter of time before she and old Dr. Sean, now retired, ended up fucking an evening away in his office. About then she came down with a sexually transmitted disease of unknown origin. "Unknown" because, in trying to isolate its source to one individual, she'd discovered that she'd been to bed with fifteen different men in two weeks, including Dr. Sean. What a dilemma she'd found herself in! She'd filled herself with penicillin and spent the next two weeks reading at night. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Sean had invited her to join his sex club as an assistant member, and the rest has been history. Almost three decades later his son, my boss, Dr. Neil, was inducted as a member. And it's Dr. Neil who now wanted to sponsor me as an assistant.

No functions were being held at the Club this night, so we'd have the run of the place, Mandy said. Totally devoted to sexual pleasure, the rich and powerful membership keeps its identity secret to all but the inner circle. The Clubhouse is a large estate in the wooded countryside, and the membership gets together a few evenings a week for fine dining, entertainment and sex, either with one another, or to watch...or to participate in orgies. Mandy explained the rules to me as she thought of them. No names are used. Masks are usually worn, unless show activities preclude it. Full members support the Club through dues and donations. Assistants pay no dues, but are expected to work for their membership. In my case, it would involve providing myself...my body...for Club entertainment functions.

"As I look at you, my yummy little, 32-year-old friend, I can imagine the demands that'll be made of you once you're a member," said Mandy, somewhat prophetically.

Recently, I'd dyed my shoulder-length hair back to its natural deep brown color from its frosted dye job. My dark brows and lashes, and nearly black eyes, surrounded by my olive Italian skin, made even the Club costumer, Joanna, gasp in admiration. This woman, a tall, severe, fifty-ish ballet dancer-type, had dressed hundreds of young initiates over the years, according to Mandy. "Careful!" I was warned by my friend, "She's a notorious lesbian!" As my measurements were taken, the costumer spoke into a tape recorder connected to a lavaliere microphone clipped to her collar. Her remarks were quite personal, and went far beyond mere measurements...the beginnings of a personal database on me.

I'd undressed and was wearing a robe for modesty, and as Joanna pulled and probed at me, she kept up a litany of remarks into her tape recorder: "Deirdre, called Dee, has a narrow nose bridge and full mouth, with lips that curl back to reveal perfect white teeth. Her complexion is clear and completes a slightly Italian-looking face that hardly needs makeup," she said, looking at Mandy, who nodded approval.

"Dee looks to be about eighteen - at the outside - and virginal," Joanna continued. "I understand that she's 32. I've seen only a few like her. If my sense is correct, I'll assume that she seethes under her placid exterior. Am I correct, Mandy?" she asked my friend.

"Well," Mandy said, "Since it's between just we girls, I saw her blow a French waiter at a strip club lunch I invited her to a few days ago. And - you'll love this, Joanna - when she was finished, she just reapplied her lipstick, calmly met him at the back of the dark dining room, and screwed him like a dog on a janitor's cart. I'll be directing her audition skit, by the way. Here's a plot summary." She handed Joanna a couple of pages of notes.

Joanna squealed with joy. "I see! No, my little bambina," she said, emulating Mandy. "You're hardly virginal," she whispered, and kissed me directly on the mouth. Her lips made the hair stand up on the back of my arms, and her hot breath made my knees weak as she murmured, "And with Mandy directing, I'll be sure not to miss your debut."

Then she returned to measuring me, and noting her observations on her tape recorder. She took my 34-24-36 dimensions, then the more detailed ones of exact bra cup size and shape, upper and lower thighs, knees, calves, ankles, even feet, as well as all above-waist measurements, right down to the length of each finger. She said into her mike: "Dee has extraordinary Mediterranean beauty, and would be ideal for thematic roles in Roman orgies, mid-eastern harems, feminine abductions by barbarian hordes, etc." I felt as if I were being typecast. "Mandy, dear, you must pick exactly the right young men for Dee's audition!" she concluded.