50 Forbidden Explicit Erotica Sex Stories

by Lexi Sinner

  That night was dark and stormy, the one on which he had been called upon on the second day of his arrival, to administer his medical expertise on the ailing Lord of the Amondsham Estate. A night that changed his life and one he would never forget for as long as he would live. Not just because he performed a miracle of sorts, but more so to the fact that he had become a man.

  “It be done, Doc.” The older man kneeling before a crude box of carpentry tools announced. “Don’t every body get their name on a signboard like that without deserving it, I tell ye.”

  “Well, I’m flattered.” Reeves clasped his hands together. “And I am indebted to you, my dear Styrice, for all your help and encouragement ever since I have been here.”

  “I just be doing me job, Doc.” Styrice grinned, putting away his tools. “As much as ye be doing yours.”

  “That the two of us have been, my good fellow.” Reeves stepped back into this office. “I will be putting in another good word for you to his lordship when I have the privilege to meet him again.”

  “I be grateful for that, Doc.” Styrice doffed his hat. “And I be seeing you soon.”

  “I do hope so too.” Reeves called out to the departing odd jobs man. “Drive safely, my friend.”

  “Aye, Corbin has ne’er failed me.” He waved back, as he shuffled down the steps. “Fare well, Doc.”

  Reeves watched the older man load his wood box into the carriage and nimbly hop into the driver’s seat. Ever since the private office beside the Town Council had been made available to him by Amondsham, Styrice had been doing most of the required odd jobs around, and also providing the young doctor with all the news and relevant information about everything in Kenton Town.

  “Truly a man most handy to have around.” He laughed softly, settling down behind his desk and opening his ledger.

  Meticulous in everything he did, Bertram Reeves maintained detailed records of all his patients and procedures. He glanced down at the entries, running his thumb along the ruled pages. Forty nine success stories in fourteen days - he had been quite busy, the thick leather pouch of coins on his belt testified to that. Life couldn’t have been better, he sighed. Well it would, if he could be with Selene as much as he wanted. The Amondsham Family maid had awakened in him the desire from a life he had been shying away ever since he attained puberty. The only two times he had been with her, he would attribute them as the best days of his life.

  News of Lord and Lady Amondsham’s return to the Estate had excited him the day before. Perhaps they would send for him soon, if not to treat an ailment, but at least to know of his well being. He could use that pretext to be with her again. Selene. That was a woman to live for indeed. Then of course there was also the young lady Annabelle Amondsham. Selene did mention that the young Lady Amondsham could require his services again soon. Wasn’t a week soon enough?

  The gentle clip clop of horse hooves drawing a carriage made him look out of his window. A large carriage, of lacquered black woodwork and gilded edges came to a halt outside, by the steps of his office. He stood up to get a better look. Who this could be, on a lazy afternoon such as this, he wondered.

  The smartly attired footman leapt down and opened the door for a lady in a fine pink gown and large veiled hat to step out. She nodded at the footman and said something then turned her attention to the signboard over the door. He couldn’t see her face, but she seemed familiar. The footman leapt back up beside the driver and the four horse driven carriage pulled away and rolled down the empty cobbled street.

  The young woman walked up the steps, her lavish gown trailing behind her, as he opened the door to greet her. A flash of her green eyes is all that he could glimpse over the veil. He bowed and showed her in, holding out a chair for her.

  “Good Day, dear Lady.” He said, smiling. “How may I be of service?”

  “Thank you, Doctor Reeves.” She said softly, taking the seat and removing her veiled hat. “We met last week, if you would remember…”

  “Lady Gwendolyn Belfour?” He said in surprise. “Yes, we met at Lord Amondsham’s Estate. All is well I do hope.”

  “Yes, so far all is well, Doctor.” She said, blushing a little. “And I am flattered that you remember me.”

  “I rarely forget… such remarkable beauty.” He smiled, peering into her emerald eyes. “But pray tell, what is it that ails you or is it Captain Munro who is unwell?”

  “Oh, never mind Jackson, he is quite well and nothing ails me.” She replied with a smile, her lustrous red hair framing her lovely face as a loin’s mane would its regal visage. “I am here to know about you, as I mentioned before… I am fascinated by your work… and your talents.”

  “Ah, now you flatter me, My Lady.” He looked away, feeling a little nervous. “Do you wish to put me to the test?”

  “Not so, Doctor.” She laughed, the sound of bells jingling in a summer breeze. “I am merely, shall we say, an ardent admirer of medicinal science and its practitioners.”

  “Ah, in that case… what is it that you would like to know from me?” He picked up his ledger book and put it away under his desk.

  “Everything.” She said, almost breathlessly.

  “Ah, then you have come to the right source.” He replied jokingly.

  “Splendid.” She cooed. “My fascination this week is with this wonder we all have… our own bodies.”

  “Yes, a wonder it is indeed.” He acknowledged, glancing at the several books on Human Anatomy that lined his bookshelf. “A wonderful product of what we call life – a resilient, stubborn, formidable and indomitable life form.”

  “Exactly, Dear Doctor.” She enthused, following his gaze to the over-stacked bookshelf. “I knew you would be the right person I could find some harmony with, for my thoughts and musings.”

  “But surely you would find more in common with your fiancé.” He gave her a questioning look.

  “Jackson?” She laughed again. “Oh, no. You couldn’t be further from the truth. He is a man of brute action, not a moment of reflection or analytical sentiment would I find there.”

  “If I may dare to ask… do you love him?” He looked at her apprehensively.

  “In time, if one could wish… but never mind Captain Munro.” She took a deep breath. “We were to embark upon our discussions on life and our amazing bodies.”

  “Yes, the tenacity of life against all odds the Universe can throw at it is remarkable.” He responded sagely, feeling rather important speaking thus.

  “Yes, but let us focus more on us, as humans and individuals.” She smiled at him almost seductively. “We know that life in general is almost a miracle, yet even more fascinating is our own species as a successful life form.”

  “Ah, indeed. We humans have evolved to become the dominant species by our brain power alone.” He quoted from one of the many books of his learning that enriched his memory.

  “We have, truly.” She breathed wonderingly, staring at his plain face with her wide emerald eyes. “And our amazing bodies hold testament to the power of our brains and supply the much needed nourishment our brains need to function.”

  “You have studied well, My Lady.” He leaned closer feeling more than just a sexual attraction to her, sensing camaraderie in things less physically arousing, yet mentally stimulating. “Not uncommon for a woman of your age, all this knowledge, yet rather rare.”

  “Does that pose as a threat to you, Doctor, as it does to most men?” She smiled at him with a gleam in her eye.

  “On the contrary, my dear.” He announced haughtily, grasping at his coat collar. “I am above such base deficiencies of lesser men.”

  “It does my heart good to know that.” She nodded her head slowly. “And I have heard even more to stir my heart ever further.”

  “Heard more of what, My Lady?” He eyed her curiously, a sudden jolt registering in his heart.

  “Oh, never mind. Let us return to the subject of the body.” She waved her hands and sat upright; making her pert young breas
ts push against the corseted gown she wore. “Why do you think we fall ill and then recover, most of the time?”

  “Well, we fall ill when our bodies cannot adapt to changes as swiftly as the environment around us alters.” He replied as if he was instructing a student at the university. “It is the body’s ways of letting us know we are unsafe in such an environment, allowing us the time to flee and find a cure.”

  “Fascinating indeed, this wonderfully complex conjunction of living organisms functioning as one cohesive unit.” Gwendolyn ran her hands over her own shapely body to emphasize her words. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Yes, indeed.” His eyes followed every curve she caressed, making him lick his lips. “The body is a self-healing organism, and given the adequate time it can almost repair itself back to its original condition and sometimes get even stronger to combat such a change of habitat in future.”

  “Does a man’s body differ much from a woman’s… at the basic functionary level?” She looked into his eyes, her hands resting just below the rise of her breasts.

  “Not by much, My Lady.” He took a deep breath, beginning to see a pattern in the manner of her queries. “Other than our genitalia and some specific hormones and cells, men and women have similar traits when it comes to surviving one’s surroundings.”

  “So you and I are very similar in most respects.” She smiled at him almost impishly. “Other than our reproductive organs.”

  “Well, yes, of course.” He nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable now with the direction her inquisitiveness was heading.

  “Is the wellbeing and functionality of reproductive organs also a part of your professional expertise, Doctor Reeves?” She stared boldly into his eyes, searching for a hint of submission.

  “Er… yes, I am required to know the way the entire human body works, in order to make a diagnosis and cure illnesses and failures of all major bodily functions.” Reeves stood up and paced around his desk.

  “Pardon my boldness, Doctor.” Her gaze followed him as he walked back and forth before her. “How would you examine a woman suffering an ailment near to or at… her private parts?”

  “This is highly irregular, yet I am intrigued by your simple curiosity.” He answered, not looking directly at her, as the heat behind his ears irritated him. “I take great pleasure in imparting knowledge, and even though the subject is one that draws a man of learning to be modest, I will confess that I try to look upon it in the purest professional sense at all times.”

  “You are a very erudite man, Doctor Reeves.” She said, adulation showing in her voice. “Not many, if any, are quite like you.”

  “I am glad to have been a source for you to whet your desire for knowledge.” He bowed slightly, hoping that she would prefer to leave then.

  “You have been most kind, Doctor.” She leaned back in her chair instead, and undid the hairpin holding her fiery hair up. “Perhaps you would not mind a more tangible demonstration… were I to offer myself right now for an examination… to you.”

  “But you are not suffering any illnesses.” He almost protested, shuffling his feet.

  “As a mere demonstration, Doctor…” She pressed on with a smile. “To quench my need for learning.”

  “I certainly do not have any qualms, so to speak…” He shrugged, staring out the window.

  “I have your regular fee, if you would consider it.” She offered, bringing her purse into view.

  “For a demonstration?” He looked at her in wonder. “I wouldn’t hear of it.”

  “Nay, for denying your time from a more lucrative endeavor.” The young woman said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “My Lady, it is my honor to be of service to you, and anyone acquainted with Lord Amondsham.” He bowed slightly. “I shall require no remuneration for this little demonstration.”

  “Splendid.” She clapped her hands and rose up. “Shall we proceed?”

  “As you wish.” He waved at his examination table at the back of his chamber. “If you would oblige me.”

  “And where shall I disrobe?” She looked around the tidy little office.

  “You need not have to.” Reeves stared at the contents on his desk.

  “I must not impede any part of the demonstration.” She touched his arm suddenly, making him flinch. “Consider me as grave as any of your ailing patients. It is the only way for me to get a complete and precise understanding of what I seek.”

  “Indeed.” He nodded, blushing slightly, and turned to face away from her. “You may disrobe and place your garments by the table.”

  Within moments the comely young redhead was naked, having stripped every stitch of the expensive clothing off her pale white body, and lying daintily on the table. She smiled at him demurely and looked up at him from the cool leather-topped examination table for him to administer her request.

  “Tell me, Doctor… how do you find my body?” She asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.

  “You are rather endearing to the eye, I must confess.” He nodded, struggling to keep his eyes off her pert breasts and rising nipples.

  “Does the sight of my nakedness please you?” She inquired innocently.

  “Certainly, yet as a professional I must remain indifferent to that fact.” He smiled stiffly, pretending to search for something.

  “Even if you were to feel aroused by my state of undress?” She moaned, rubbing her inner thighs slightly together.

  “Consider this a medical examination, My Lady.” He replied with a cough. “Please remain calm and breathe evenly, for me to begin the procedure.”

  “Well, certainly. I do crave the knowledge…” Gwendolyn laughed nervously, suddenly feeling a chill run down her back. “Yet this is my first time being naked with a man who is almost a stranger.”

  “As you did insist, My Lady.” He clasped his hands together, cracking his knuckles nervously.

  “And I see you do take pleasure in the state I present myself.” She eyed the large bulge forming between his slender legs. “Or at least a part of you does.”

  “My Lady, we are examining you…” He replied, almost tersely. “Not me or any part of me.”

  “I am in agreement, yet your reactions are an ingredient of my learning process.” The naked young woman propped herself up on one elbow. “I am also equally fascinated by the attraction between the male and female bodies.”

  “It is natural, base instincts honed over millennia, for every carbon based life form on Earth.” He lectured her.

  “What does your base instinct tell you now, Doctor?” She said huskily, boldly reaching out to grasp at his crotch. “Do you not feel the need to give in to your instincts?”

  “I am beginning in to see the true reason of your visit, My Lady.” He sighed, but refrained from backing away from her inquisitive touch.

  “And does that disappoint you, Doctor?” She laughed softly, her delicate fingers gently caressing his rising bulge. “I rather think not.”

  “You are betrothed, Lady Belfour.” He coughed, his knees trembling slightly.

  “So is Annabelle and Selene has many suitors.” The redhead retorted. “But that hardly stayed your loins.”

  “What?” He was taken aback and shook like a leaf.

  “I have been made aware of you special gifts, Doctor, and my fascination about everything I asked today is true,” Her voice grew harder as did her grip on his manhood grow tighter. “…however they are far outweighed by my interest in your legendary over-endowment.”

  “My Lady, I…” He tried to back away but she held fast.

  “It is far too late now, Doctor.” She pulled him closer. “You and I know that the only way we have here is forward. Deny yourself nothing that I offer you now.”

  “Lady Gwendolyn…” He replied hoarsely. “You are most beautiful, but I could not cuckold a friend.”

  “Jackson and you are as much friends as a fox and hound, my dear Bertie,” She laughed again, sending a shiver of excitement all over him. �
�And he and I are not wed yet.”

  “I do not know what…” He looked around, his pounding heartbeats channeling up to his temples.

  “Feel my pussy, Doctor,” She suddenly cried out brazenly, catching him off guard. “…its feverish heat is in need of your special treatment, the kind you have bestowed upon my friend Annabelle and the Amondsham family maid, Selene.”

  Reeves felt dizzy suddenly. His heart was racing. So it was true. Selene’s cryptic words about his oversized organ having busier nights ahead were coming true; initiated by the maid and the young Lady Amondsham themselves, no doubt. How many others had they told of his extraordinary gift, he wondered. How many more of such opportune moments would come his way? Well, come what may, he was a man of flesh and blood before becoming a man of learning, and he was no fool to turn away an opportunity that came knocking.