The Doctor...

May the 28th 2004 The receptionist escorted the man into my office. I was just finishing up some patient records and I put aside the last one as he sat down in the chair I'd indicated. He looked embarrassed, as though he'd rather have been anywhere in the world but sitting across from me. To keep him ill at ease, I moved around my desk and sat on the edge of it as I talked to him, my very short skirt pulling up high on my thighs, showing the skin above my stocking. I crossed my long legs and continued telling him about my newest treatments for impotence. He was deeply concerned that his wife would want to end their marriage unless he got help. He felt, by seeking me out, that he stood a chance at being able to satisfy his wife again. I explained the procedure to him and he winced more than once. But in the end, he agreed to have it done. In most cases, I knew the wives usually ended up leaving anyway. In failing marriages, it wasn't usually the husband's cock that is to blame. I told him to get up on the examining table and I turned on the exam light. I pulled on a pair of latex sterile gloves and asked that he push his pants down to his knees. He did so and I took hold of his cock. He gasped at the first tough of my latex gloves. I took out the small glass tube I'd got from the sterilizer and put it on the instrument tray. His eyes grew very wide, but his cock grew stiff. I released him and made a note on his chart. He never took his eyes off me. He either stared at my lab coat and my perfect thighs in stockings, or he had them glued to my stiletto heels. I was a sex therapist, not a proctologist. I think he envisioned Dame Edna in support hose. I took up the glass tube and dipped its tip in a small container of lubricant. I put the tip to his cock hole and again his eyes grew very wide. I pushed it into the organ…nudging it in a bit at a time. He hissed in through his pursed lips and stiffened. The tube was definitely larger than the hole, but the stretch was a perfect graduation of size. The cock would have no trouble taking it, although the accompanying pain could become addictive. I twisted it, pushing it further and further in. Once I had it in about two inches, I held it there and pulled a small leather collar around the cock, just under the head. I cinched it tightly. With the tube inside the cock, my patient would be feeling rather a lot of discomfort. My therapy is based on the use of discomfort as a push to explore the patient's own fantasies. If I were to put a large sharp needle in his hand at the moment, he'd be have shoved it straight into the head of his cock. I leaned over, licking the tip of the penis, around the hole, the tube protruding from it. My mouth sent shockwaves to his groin. I bit the head of his cock rather hard and nipped at it, pinching small bits of it between my sharp teeth. He yipped loudly, as though struck across the nose with a rolled newspaper. I released the leather cuff and the blood began to flow back into the head of his cock. Then, pulling the tube out, I took hemostats and caught some of the skin from his testicles in the clamp. I clamped down hard and let the hemostats sit against his leg. Again I tickled the top of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, biting with my strong teeth. It became even more rock-hard. Again I turned to his chart and filled in the appropriate spaces. This didn't look like a case of him being the problem and I wondered how much of a cold bitch he was married to. The textbook mind-fucked husband, who believes if he betters himself she'll want him again. I've seen it time and time again. He works like a dog to please her and all the time she threw her affairs in his face. His sniveling would eventually lead to her taking him for everything. I'd seen it so many times before. Well, the best I could do for this creature was see that he got his pleasure at least once before she began. I spread lubricant on my gloves and worked it all over my hands. Taking his rod, I thoroughly coated it and began what would probably be the best hand job of his life. Standing there in my starched white short lab coat, very short skirt and heels, I stroked his cock in long and hard strokes, up and down with one hand, while with my other, I played with the head and hole. Still enlarged from his treatment, I pushed my fingertip in a bit and fucked him with it. He groaned and kept his eyes fixed on my lab coat and name tag. He lost himself in the image and his cock began to throb with the imminent orgasm. I stroked him harder, my gloved fist wrapped around his cock, the medical lubricant gathering around my hand and making a thick wet sound as my hand fucked his cock. As the spasms hit the thick veins in his cock and jets of come came spurting out, I stroked harder, my hand squeezing his organ more firmly, milking the come from it. I squeezed and stroked and then released. Finally his orgasm subsided and he pulled himself together and sat up, getting off the exam table and sitting in the chair in front of my desk. I picked up his clip board and sat at the edge of my desk facing him. I opened my legs slightly and I know he could see straight up my skirt to my wet slit. I wiggled a bit spreading my legs further while I talked to him about a couples treatment I ran, although I didn't tell him it would do no good until he grew backbone and told his wife to shape up. I slid the end of my pen into my mouth, working it in and out as I held his eyes. I took it and moved it down my body slowly and between my legs. I ran the pen's cap over my clit and opened my legs further so he could have a really good up close view. I stroked the pen up and down over my pussy, getting wetter, knowing this man would never stand up to a bitch like his wife….. like me. I leaned over and grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to my vagina. The point of my shoe moved to his crotch and stroked the again-stiffening cock. I ordered him to lick me…suck the juices out of my vagina. I pushed my folds at him, smearing his face, while I put hard pressure on his balls with the heel of my shoe. I rocked my hips to better stimulate my clit on his mouth and headed for my own orgasm. He wouldn't get the chance to come this time. This time was for me. He would be heading home with a raging erection. I laughed to myself and gave way to the orgasm that gripped my sacred sex.