A solution, of sorts

Dear Sir Williard,

It is several hours since I last put ink to paper, in that time I had simple dinner of an omelet with sautéed greens and a thick slice of bread toasted and buttered perfectly. You will remember that I had given my whole staff off so I had to be content with what Mrs. O'Brian could whip together quickly upon her return. Not that I was displeased with the plate presented to me by Andrews who, judging by the broad toothy smile, seemed to be in a fine mood. In truth, as a student I've had many meals that were nowhere near as delicious or sustaining as my Irish cook's time-limited efforts.

Both Akimi and Hilda seemed to be in an equally good mood and I wondered if perhaps I should give my staff two days off a month instead of the one I had originally planned upon. Along with the benefit of a happy and productive staff is the possibilities opened by having a completely empty house to entertain guests in complete privacy.

You no doubt recall, Sir Williard, that my earlier narration of what happened between myself and Miss Alice was interrupted by the return of my household staff. Now that I am once again in the privacy of my chambers I can finish describing how I so shamefully took advantage of my medical responsibilities and the behavior expected of me by my family, friends and mentors like you. I assure you, my lord, that I did not deflower the needy gentlewoman who I so unexpectedly found writhing and begging in my arms. However, neither did I behave in any way that could possibly redeem me in any way.

There was no longer any pretense of a medical examination when I lifted Miss Alice onto the sturdy table in my office and pulled her most intimate undergarment off with a growl of animalistic lust. So, Sir Williard, I was now in that exact position that I so derided my employer Dr. Miller for in past entries in this journal. I had one of the unspoiled daughters of the East Orion Trading Company at my complete mercy. Her milky white thighs spread open so immodestly that I could see the pink folds of her sex glistening invitingly; there is no doubt in my mind that, as entangled as she was in the throws of the Blush, that I could do whatever I wanted to this beautiful maiden. I too could feel the base urges of this planetary curse, but perhaps because I had more experience with the stimulating effects of this madness, I was able to temper my response to some extent.

"Please, Doctor!" The buxom blonde was clutching at my hand pulling me towards her with a desperation that I understood all too well.

"I will, Miss Alice." I told her even as I once again palmed the dripping petals and ground the heel of my palm against the bridge of flesh at the upper recesses of her gaping sex. "But I want something in return." This is a trick that I learned from Akemi, to push down on the soft flesh from above while at the same time fingering the same spot from the inside. I can only surmise that there is some cluster of nerves at this juncture of female anatomy because I was able to bring the needy gentlewoman closer and closer to what she so badly craved.

"Oh God, yes! You can do anything!" Her hips were rocking against my palm and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. "I want you to ravish me as I cry out, I want you to claim me as yours!" By now of course, my Lord, I was close to doing just that, but I had just enough strength left to resist the temptation that was being offered. I do not know if this innocent beauty even knew what she was offering, but I had a plan to get what we both wanted so desperately.

Miss Alice's orgasmic release flooded my fingers with a gush of juices even as her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream. It took over thirty seconds for her body to finally ease it's spasming; when her back slowly lowered to the table and soft whimpers and mews of relief coincided with the urgent rocking of her hips. I swept up her legs in my arms and squeezed them together creating a tiny triangular gap just above her sex.

It is into this opening that I positioned my manhood. It was not the ultimate prize that any man wants to claim, but in this way I could have the relief that I needed without ruining this innocent gentlewoman of our Great British Empire. I told her to squeeze together her thighs and to my delight she did exactly that. The effect was spectacular. The heat and softness that encompassed my flesh was almost as good as being deep inside her and the pressure of my organ rubbing against her sex appeared to be sending waves of pleasure for her as well.

"Do you like this you little slut?" I am embarrassed to admit, Sir Williard, that the use of the demeaning language excited me in a way I had not anticipated. "Tell me to fuck you." I instructed her as I pressed her knees back against her chest, "Tell me you want me to cum all over your pure body." And to my surprise, not only did Miss Alice do exactly as I demanded, but she continued to encourage my to use her in any way I wanted.

"Take me!" She begged, "take me and make me yours." Sir Williard, she told me I could use her any way I wanted, she offered her virginity, her mouth and fat breasts and even to let me sodomize her in her tight puckered hole. I was more than a little surprised that a cultured young gentlewoman would even know of these acts, not to mention offering her sweet untouched body up in any of these most shocking manners.