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Dr. Erotic

By: Many Feathers



I had been a very successful Psychiatrist with a thriving practice for a number of years. I'd worked hard for those initials behind my name, John P. Edwards, M.D. And for a good many of those years, I really thought I was providing a worthwhile service. Then, Ms. Emily Fredrickson walked into my office.

When I'd initially begun my practice I had visions of treating people with some interesting neuroses, and really getting involved in some deep inner issues. What I found however was that I was seeing nothing more than a bunch of board lonely housewives with a lot of money, and nothing better to do than lie on a couch and vent. For the most part, none of them needed anything more than a little excitement in their lives, or at the minimum, a good hard fuck from someone other than their spouses. But this isn't exactly the kind of advice I was supposed to be giving them. So instead, I went through all the usual typical Dr. stuff to try and find out the 'why' they were feeling that way.

Most of my clients were referrals from other patients. All of who swore that I was one of the best, if not thee best in my field. When I first met Ms. Fredrickson I was already so busy treating and seeing people that I nearly turned her down sight unseen. However, at the prompting of one of the women I was counseling, who'd asked me as a BIG favor to take on one more client, I reluctantly agreed.

Once the initial preliminary's had been taken care of, I invited Ms. Fredrickson to make herself comfortable. Though I have both a chair and a couch, surprisingly the majority of my clients prefer to sit as opposed to lying down. Ms. Fredrickson, Emily, was in the minority and immediately crossed over to where the couch was, kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket and laid down.

Emily was reasonably tall for a woman at just under six feet. She had coal black hair that was long, but had been pinned up giving her that professional woman's look that seemed so much in vogue these days. But the most startling feature had to be her eyes. I'd even attempted to try and figure out without asking, and thus seeming unprofessional on my part, in trying to determine if she was wearing contacts or not. Her eyes were the most beautiful cobalt blue I had ever seen. And with a milky white complexion, offset by those eyes and her unusually dark hair, she was with out a doubt one of the most striking women I had ever seen.

As I began delving into what some of her issues were, trying to get a feel for why it was that she thought I could help, I noticed as I sat slightly off to one side and behind her head that she would occasionally reach up and seemingly finger with the buttons on her blouse, one or twice even brushing her fingers across her nipples as we continued our discussion. 

The thing that was odd was that there was nothing sexual in our discussion whatsoever. Everything we discussed or went over seemed to be either job related, or as I was already beginning to determine, as issues dealing with stress.

I'd barely noticed her the first time when I thought I had actually seen Emily finger one nipple. She'd continued talking to me, had already moved her hand away, but sure enough, there stood a very hard firm nipple protruding through the white business blouse she was wearing.

The discussion continued, and rather than sitting there taking notes as I usually did, I found instead that I was gazing at her more and more often, wondering if I had actually seen what I thought I had, and secondly, if she would do it again, which she did. The second time, she reached over and actually pinched her nipple through the material of her blouse, all the while continuing on with the mundane every day issues we are all faced with.

Frankly, I was truly puzzled for the first time since I'd been in practice as to what exactly WAS happening, and where all of this was leading. I'd only had one or two women actually proposition me during the course of my treatment with them. Neither of which I of course allowed anything to happen with, and not simply out of fear of losing my license. And it wasn't as though I wasn't attractive either. I've had my fair share of attractive looking women. And though I wasn't seeing anyone at the moment, I wasn't looking to get seriously involved with anyone. 

Soon after that, our first session ended and Emily and I said our good-byes and scheduled an appointment for the next week without so much as a hint as to what had taken place or why. She remained calmly professional in her attitude and demeanor beyond that, and so we set up a weekly day for her continued therapy.

To my surprise, I found myself anxiously curious about our next meeting and could hardly wait until the day finally arrived. As before, Emily was similarly dressed with her hair once again done up in a tight bun behind her head. Taking her place upon the couch, we began.

As I began to review with her what we'd discussed the previous week, I found myself glancing over in her direction a little more frequently than normal. Once again there was nothing of a sexual nature even remotely discussed. Yet, I noticed that as Emily lie on the couch, she had bent one of her legs slightly which effectively hiked her skirt up a little more than what I felt was normal for trying to be simply comfortable.

In the next instant, I watched as Emily actually placed her hand down near her groin area, and as the subtle movement of her hand confirmed to me what she was doing, I watched saying nothing to her about it as she obviously began masturbating.

There was no change in her speech pattern to indicate she was becoming aroused or excited by what she was doing, almost as though she were playing with herself absentmindedly as she continued telling me about some of the more stressful situations she'd been having to deal with at work lately. The entire hour was consumed in this fashion, and I was once again left confused as well as curious as to what her motives and intentions truly were.

As the weeks came and went, our discussions remained professional. Yet with each passing week, Emily became bolder and bolder in her obvious masturbatory fantasy, if that's indeed what she was doing here. I, on the other hand refused to acknowledge what she was doing, or mention it. My thoughts being that this was some sort of test, or manipulation on her part which was the actual root of whatever problems she was actually dealing with. I was of the opinion that this blatant display of touching herself in front of me, all the while maintaining a total and complete professional-like conversation was finally going to result in one of those really interesting physiological evaluations that I had not had the opportunity to really get into up until now.

Admittedly, seeing this very beautiful woman lying on my couch, occasionally touching and caressing her breasts, or reaching down to bunch her skirt up, sliding her hand down inside her panties to finger herself was having its affect on me. I would find myself staring at her, forgetting what it was we'd been discussing for a moment, and worse, realizing that I would quite often be sitting there with a raging hard-on.

After nearly eight full weeks of this, I decided to change direction and confront her directly on the issue. Figuring that perhaps bringing it out in the open after all this time, that we'd finally begin discussing the real reason she was seeking therapy.

And......after the previous week I felt it was time anyway. It had been the first time that I'd seen Emily actually reach orgasm. And though I was fairly certain she hadn't faked it, I wasn't THAT positive she simply hadn't escalated this weird little game she was playing to a higher level, and I wasn't about to let her continue to try and control our sessions in this way any further without getting to the bottom of it.

I allowed Emily to make herself comfortable as she was now doing before each session began. She'd hung up her jacket, taken off her shoes, and had even reached up and undone a couple of the upper buttons on the blouse she was wearing. I waited until she'd positioned herself on the couch, expecting her to once again begin touching herself at any moment.

"Emily?" I began. "I think we need to discuss your masturbating during our sessions together."

For the first time she actually turned on her side and looked over the armrest at me. Something she'd never done before in all the weeks we'd been together. I saw a very wide, very beautiful smile spread across her face.

"Well Doc. It's about time. I was starting to wonder when you were finally going to ask me about it."

Frankly, I've had one or two patients in the past who've tried to put one over on me. But usually I figured it out long before they ever realized I had, and removed them from my active client list. In this instance however, I hadn't seen it coming, probably because I'd been so damn distracted by what had been going on, in addition to her being so fucking beautiful.

Emily had the upper hand for the time being, as I continued to ponder how I was going to respond to that. And the last thing I wanted to reveal to her was that she really was the one in control here at the moment.

She didn't give me the chance to respond as she suddenly sat up on the couch swinging her legs back around and placing them on the floor which put her facing me.

"It's very simple really. And don't feel bad that you were having trouble trying to figure out what was wrong with me. To be honest with you, nothing ever was."

"I'm not sure I understand." I told her truthfully. "Why don't you explain it to me?"

Emily reached up and pulled the pins from her luxurious black hair and allowed it to fall naturally well past her shoulders where it lay upon her breasts, highlighting the fullness of them and drawing my attention rather pointedly towards her chest.

"You see...I told my best friend Gail who's another patient of yours that I had this fantasy. Always have had it, but never had the opportunity or the inclination to ever do anything about it until I saw your picture on the back of one of the books you've written. When I learned that Gail was seeing you, I told her that I finally wanted to indulge myself, and finally get to enjoy my fantasy. Which basically was to simply masturbate in front of a good-looking Psychiatrist, knowing that he wouldn't or possibly couldn't do anything to try and involve himself with me. That wasn't apart of my fantasy...then."

I felt myself lean back, half expecting the chair to rock backwards, and then remembering it was a straight stiff-backed chair with no give. Emily saw the awkward movement and laughed.

Reaching up she began to slowly unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse as she continued looking at me, smiling.

"It wasn't a matter of money for me obviously. I'd have paid any going rate just to satisfy this silly little desire of mine. Sitting here week after week, getting the courage to be able to lose my inhibitions, and allow myself to finally and completely enjoy myself in front of you as I've been doing, was worth every penny I've spent. So you see...there really isn't anything wrong with me. You've even told me so yourself in not so many words. Discussing the day-to-day issues, stress, work related problems, hell...we all go through and experience those. I'm no different. And I handle them just fine. But this was something I needed and have been wanting to do for as many years as I can remember."

Emily had finished undoing her blouse and now pulled it off allowing it to fall to the floor as she stood up off the couch.

"Listen Doc," she began in that almost too familiar expression she'd been using to address me of late. "I know a number of women who would love to simply tell someone about their fantasy's, about their dreams, kinks, quirks, desires, whatever, but without reproach, without recrimination, and without judgment. Sometimes just telling someone about some deep dark secret fantasy is as good as actually experiencing the fantasy itself. Only in my case...it was doing it, knowing all the while that you were watching me doing it, and wondering about it without ever saying anything. And especially after last week when I finally was able to achieve an orgasm in front of you, and then leaving afterwards without your ever saying a word to me about it. It simply couldn't have been any more perfect."

She stood in front of me now in her white lace bra, and began to pull down on the zipper of her skirt. I felt powerless to do or say anything, wanting to hear what she was telling me, and not wanting to. Stunned, and surprised that I could be so duped by this beautiful intelligent woman, and yet curiously pleased, flattered in a way... that I had been.

"So I guess this is our final session," she began. 

I watched as she slowly pulled the zipper of her skirt down until she allowed it to fall down around her feet. Emily wasn't wearing any panties, just a garter holding up the sheer nylon stockings she'd been wearing. I didn't know if she'd planned on masturbating even more openly this week than she had the previous by the intimate lingerie she was wearing, but I now found myself rather disappointed that I had confronted her this early in the session.

"And please, don't be too upset with me. I know you really thought you were trying to help me, and you did! But just not in the way that you thought you were."

Emily now reached behind, unhooking her bra and allowed it to fall a slight ways down her arms before catching it and holding it against herself, the movement revealing just the tips of two very alluring looking areola's that peeked out of the top of that lacy garment so teasingly.

I was still sitting about as straight backed in my chair, as it was possible to do. I had an enormous erection at the moment, and almost looked down at myself, though I was almost afraid to look at what I would find there. Of all the days to wear beige slacks.

"So now that its over, and now that I won't be coming to see you as my therapist any more, I don't suppose you'd be interested in one more little fantasy of mine, would you?"

Emily let the bra fall. And I sat staring at two of the most precious, full rounded breasts I'd ever seen before in my life.

I don't even remember standing up when I did. About the only thing I did remember later was the curious wide-eyed look on Emily's face as I stood, and following her eyes as they moved down to where I knew my erection was bulging inside of my slacks. That and the obvious wet-spot that I also knew I was revealing to her. As I moved over towards my desk, I didn't even try to cover up my condition. And almost proudly I strode across the room and pushed the intercom button on my telephone.

"Jamie?"

"Yes Dr. Edwards." I heard Jamie respond in her business voice.

"Would you go ahead and pull Ms. Fredrickson's file? We've completed her therapy, so she will no longer be a patient here. Go ahead and bill her for the hour, but we're going to tie up some loose ends, so we'll be here for a while, but I won't charge her for the extra time ok?"

"Yes Dr." I heard her say again.

It wasn't unusual for me to do that with patients once in a while, so I was confident that Jamie wouldn't question anything. But as I continued to look over towards Emily who was once again sitting down on the couch and sensually caressing herself, I added.

"Oh Jamie? One more thing, when you're done with that, go ahead and take the rest of the afternoon off. I'll make sure to lock up everything."

There was a pregnant pause as I was almost sure there would be. It was rare that I allowed Jamie to go home early without previously planning for it. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to do, and might even leave her wondering about it since she had access to patient files, and did all of my dictation. She knew of Emily's strange masturbation behavior, and might be putting the pieces together as we spoke. But I was allowing my cock to think for me at the moment, and almost laughed boyishly when Jamie finally responded back to me.

"Thank you Dr." Another pause, "Is there anything else?"

"No Jamie, that will be all."

I clicked off the intercom, turning and heading towards the couch.

Emily reached up; rubbing the wet-spot on my slacks, making it worse, and gently ran a sharp nail over the protruding bulge she found there. Standing above her, Emily then began to unfasten my belt as I in turn reached down and began to gently finger one of her amazingly hard nipples.

A second or two later with my cock finally free, I felt her warm succulent mouth envelop it and begin a therapy session designed to relieve a little stress that I'd been dealing with as of late.

"Well now that I'm no longer treating you," I said

Emily removed her mouth from my cock long enough to look up at me and interrupt what I was saying.

"That it's my turn to treat you for a change?"

I smiled back. "Well sort of, but I was about to tell you how beautiful a woman you really are. And that's not exactly something we usually tell our patients."

Emily knelt before me slowly stroking my slippery cock, and delighting me with the most exquisite sensations imaginable.

"So tell me Doc, just how many times DID you run off and masturbate after I'd left your office anyway?"

"Every time." I told her. "Every fucking time."

After Emily and I had thoroughly fucked each other's brains out, we lay together in a sweaty heap upon my leather couch.

"So Doc, what do you think of my idea anyway?"

"What?" I said, still trying to fight through the fugue I was in.

"You know, getting out of this "Shrink" business, and maybe getting into something a whole lot more interesting and exciting. Like what I was telling you about. Letting women, and maybe even men, come in and tell you all about their most secret intimate fantasy's. You could discuss them with them, maybe even give them some assurances that it's ok to wonder about things, no matter how kinky or bizarre they may be."

Emily sat up suddenly excited, the thoughts of my starting this kind of a business already giving her new ideas.

And all I could see was the gentle sway of her ripe luscious melons just settling back into place when she rose.

I wasn't seriously considering her ideas of course. But I wasn't quite ready for her to get up and simply walk out of my life either. Not without one more good-bye fuck at least.

"Well, I certainly couldn't work out of this office anymore," I left off saying.

"No, it wouldn't work here either." Emily said agreeing with me. And I was delighted to watch those perfect tits of hers happily agreeing with both of us.

"We'd have to find you a new location to work out of. Oh, and unless you're really attached to...Jamie is it?"

Dumbfounded, I sat looking at her and listening. She really was serious, and I was starting to think about it. Especially when she reached over in mid sentence and once again began stroking my cock back to life.

"Jamie...ah, no. Not really. She's a good administrative assistant, but I don't think she'd go in for taking that type of 'dick-tation'", I jokingly punned.

Emily laughed, squeezed my penis even tighter and began playing with it all the while continuing to talk to me.

"You know, my niece Daniel, 'Danny" we call her actually, would be perfect for the job! She's open minded, intelligent, so nothing would bother her at all. Plus...she knows how to keep a secret, trust me in that...I know. And most importantly, she's also very, very attractive. And that would go along way in helping you as well."

"Yeah...as in driving away the less attractive looking clients?" I asked her kiddingly.

Emily quit playing with my cock as though seriously pondering the dilemma I'd just given her.

"I was just kidding Emily."


Dr. Erotic



"No...no, you might have a point there," she replied, though thankfully she began stroking me once again. Then her face brightened and she happily began jerking my cock up and down with the excitement of her solution. And suddenly...I was really happy about that too.

"I know! We just make sure she doesn't dress up too provocatively for work is all. You do want someone attractive sitting outside of your office. It say's something about YOUR virility. And you want to keep the customers coming back."

"And cumming." I joked once again, but not out of any effort on my part to be humorous. The point was, I was suddenly a little embarrassed as my cock began squirting streamer after streamer of hot pleasurable cum cream into the air.

"Hmmm," Emily said licking off her fingers. "Now we can REALLY have a nice long session together."

"What about what we were discussing?" I asked, biding for a little more time, after all, I'd just erupted in hugh explosion that would take me more than a mere few seconds to recover from.

"I've got a couple of pretty good property's I've been showing to people. One of which I think would be just perfect for you. I'll take you by there tomorrow and let you see it and tell me what you think. And tonight, I'll call Danny and have her set up an appointment with you."

"Maybe you'd better give me her number and we'll meet someplace. I'm not so sure that Jamie would appreciate meeting her replacement just yet."

"You know John," Emily said, using my name for the first time. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all."

Surprised, I looked at her questioningly. But she was grinning with a wonderfully mischievous look on her face.

"I might get a little jealous thinking of you fucking my niece."

"Oh? And why would I do that?" I asked her.

"When you see her, you'll know. And besides, you need to give her the proper interview to prove to yourself that she is the type of woman you're looking for, for this kind of business don't you?"

"I suppose," I said teasing her back. And was equally surprised to feel my cock twitch with renewed excitement over the prospect.

"Ahhhh, I thought that might interest you," she said taking my cock and placing it at the opening of her sex as she climbed over the top of me.

"Now Doc," Emily said, once again lapsing back into the old familiarities. "I think it's time you fucked me, and fuck me really long and hard this time. It might have to last me for a while."

Emily placed my reawaked prick into her sopping wet cunt and slid it into heaven. 

"Let's play...Doctor!" She giggled happily. 

So we did.

The next day we went out to look at possible locations. And two weeks after that, I moved in. Emily did all the interior design as well, giving the place a relaxed, cozy atmosphere, but a mysterious one too. She said it would help my clients to better imagine things and fantasize, and allow themselves the freedom to speak honestly and openly to me.

She was also right about Danny too. And though I hadn't fucked her...yet. I could see what she meant about her. Danny was young, but obviously experienced. She had long blonde hair that reached easily to her waist. Though her breasts certainly weren't nearly as large as Emily's, they were young, perky and stood up stiff and straight without any help at all from a bra. And though that would certainly change in a few years, I could only think that I might be lucky enough to enjoy the transfiguration from one admiration to another as they matured and took on that other look that I actually preferred.

I had interviewed Danny after giving considerable thought to just what type of business I was actually getting myself into. I decided to drop the M.D. after my name. For some reason, being a Sex Doctor wasn't quite what I had in mind when going through school. Additionally, I didn't display the many certificates I'd previously had hanging on my wall either. And though that had also been Emily's suggestion, I'd not planned on showing them anyway. The feeling was, that we didn't want the setting to appear too clinical, or too formal. The whole idea was to invite people to allow me to enter their most private thoughts and fantasies, and then let things sort of guide us from there.

To be honest, I really had no idea initially what to expect from all this. Nor did I think that it would be that easy to attract the type of clients that I wanted to either. I certainly didn't want just ANYONE coming into my office. I DID want normal every day people yes...but people who weren't exactly crazy, or morbidly neurotic walking in through the door.

I'd hired an additional staff to work off premise and do whatever research might be needed. That was mainly precautionary against any run-ins with the law, or people who might find my new line of work threatening for one reason or another. Everyone was to be thoroughly checked and verified before I took him or her on as clients. Confidentiality was primary, and everyone who worked for me would submit to periodic polygraph testing to ensure that client privileges were assured.

Once everything was in place, the hardest part remaining was to attract the type of people or individuals we were looking for, that...and trying to decide what I was going to call myself. I still hadn't figured that one out yet.

Emily had already contacted a few people she knew who were more than interested in that particular type of therapy. Word of mouth, and cautious referrals would give me a base to work with, but getting continual new clients would be a little more difficult. We decided to advertise in a largely underground student newspaper off campus. That would get the word out to the younger set. Emily had a few contacts in higher places, and would discreetly get the ball rolling in that direction. Even Danny had a few additional ideas to offer, so all in all things were pretty well set.

When Danny caught her first glimpse of the new office and where it was she'd be working, she was excited as hell and wandered through each and every one of the therapy-theme rooms that Emily had decorated and created. That WAS one of her ideas after all, and it made perfect sense. A different room for a different mood, and each one could be easily redecorated as we discovered which rooms worked better than others. Plus, it would keep everything fresh and interesting if we changed them around from time to time.

"This is so incredibly erotic!" Danny exclaimed appreciatively.

"I know what we'll call you." Emily said 

"What?" I asked.

"Doctor Erotic! That's how we'll advertise you, and get the word out. Doc Erotic..." Emily said turning the thought once again in her mind, getting a feel for it.

"Yes...that might work." I agreed. "If nothing else, it will certainly tell people what I'm about, and hoping to accomplish won't it?"

"And, you still get to be a Doctor too!" Danny added.

Winking at her, "Yes...but I only play one in the office."

"That sounds naughty!" Danny quipped back. "But I always did like playing Doctor when I was a little girl."

"Damn!" Emily said somewhat alarmed.

"What?" 

"We SHOULD have designed ONE of the rooms to look like a Doctor's office at least! I never thought of that."

Laughing, I assured her. "Don't worry Emily, we've got plenty of time to think about redecorating. Let's see how the rooms we do have turn out first before we start worrying about changing them."

"I'll get started on the business cards." Danny suggested. "Oh...and we're going to need some horny looking letterhead and stationary too."

"Horny looking?" I asked looking at Emily.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing gets printed up before we've both had a chance to look at it first ok?"

"Yeah, I could just see it. A picture of a cock standing there with a stethoscope hanging around it's little neck."

"You know, that's not such a bad idea." Emily said musing it over. 

And it was about that time that I took her by the hand and led her back into the Blue Room, one of my personal favorites as I liked the soothing colors, like floating amongst the clouds and dreaming, sensually exploring and touching base with my own erotic desires and imaginations.

And besides, I was incredibly horny at the moment too.

"Where are the two of you headed off too?" Danny asked curiously.

"Ah, we were just about to try out one of the rooms," I replied honestly to her.

"Mind if I come?" She asked us.

"Come? Or Cum..." I replied winking.

"You might as well John. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyway."

"You don't mind?" I asked incredulously

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Emily shot back.

So together, the three of us entered into the Blue Room that had nothing more than a comfy chair for me to sit in when I was busy 'working', and a large cushiony air-mattress that appeared to be floating up off the floor as wisps of vaporous clouds seemingly floated about the room, all a result of some highly technical visual aids that had been incorporated into the design.

"Sit in your chair." Emily instructed me. "You might as well get used to it."

Taking Danny off to one side, I watched as she spoke to her, whispering and Danny's face suddenly lit up with surprise and a tiny bit of what I took to be embarrassment. But just as suddenly, she turned towards her aunt and began helping her to remove her clothing. Once Emily was undressed, she in turn began removing Danny's clothes until I was eventually treated to two perfect Angels standing there in front of me.

"Now lets do Doctor Erotic," Emily said.

"Ditto that." Danny quipped. "Literally"

The girls quickly stripped me and then the three of us tumbled down onto the soft airy mattress. In seconds I was being treated to handfuls of soft pliant tit-flesh of differing shapes, sizes and colors. Turning on one side to find Emily waiting for me, I suckled and licked her enormously thick dark colored nipples, molding and massaging that magnificent tit-flesh in my hand as I did. When I heard the low soft moans of her pleasure, I turned to my left and began treating Danny to a similar exploratory teasing of her young breasts. Though not nearly as large as Emily's, it was a treat to cup her pointy little breasts in my hand and draw the pink colored nipples into my mouth, sucking on them hard, and eliciting an expectant, excited moan from her as I did. 

Back and forth I played with both women, sucking, licking, and caressing their breasts, totally enthralled and delighted at the subtle differences. I could have gone on doing this for hours, but it was becoming quickly apparent that both women were more than ready to move on to new and exciting pleasures.

Emily was the first one to shift positions and rolled me onto my back where she immediately moved up to straddle my face. 

"I think Danny's got just what the Doctor ordered," she announced looking back over her shoulder as Danny positioned herself directly over my cock without quite yet inserting it.

"Oh? And what's that?" I said playing along.

"A nice thick stiff one." Danny pronounced gleefully, and then eased herself down over the head of my blood-engorged cock that was anxiously awaiting the feel of that wet glistening pussy.

I slowly began teasing Emily's labia with my tongue, sucking in the juicy flesh in bunches and gently chewing on her extended and flexible lips.

"Oh my!" I heard Emily moan.

And with my tongue still embedded within her pussy I asked, "Feels good huh?"

"Oh yeah, sure! But that's not exactly what I was referring to!" She stated surprising me, temporarily wounding my ego.

"Seeing your cock sliding inside my niece is a little more erotic than I'd actually thought it would be," she said, still looking back over her shoulder as Danny finally began slipping the full length of my prick inside her hot wet cunt.

And then I moaned into the folds of Emily's pussy as Danny's tight little cunt began milking my prick and began sending shivers of pure pleasured delight coursing through every throbbing vein of my shaft.

"Fuck it baby," Emily purred looking back at her niece, watching her as she began gently rocking and swaying back and forth upon me. Danny's long hair began an almost wind-blown dance of ecstasy as she moved back and forth, side to side, and up and down all at the same time. Her long hair covered us both, caressing in it's own way like an extra pair of soft hands teasing my flesh and lapping at my balls from behind. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

"Now Doctor Erotic, lick my clit!" Emily commanded.

And suddenly the Doctor was in.

The one thing I truly loved about Emily's pussy was the enormous clitoris she had. It was easily twice as large as any other woman's I had ever seen, much like a third erect thick nipple, only centered down between her legs. Kissing, licking, and sucking it reminded me a lot of how her nipples felt when I played with them. Only this nipple, this very special clit-nipple was constantly slick with the juices of her lubrications. I literally devoured her, gently licking, flicking my tongue against it one moment, and then grabbing onto it and sucking it intensely in the next.

Emily was thrashing about my face like a woman possessed. And in a way she was. Possessed of lust, desire, need and pure unadulterated wantonness made for an incredible combination as she slid that extremely wet pussy of hers back and forth across my face as though intending on drenching me with her juices. 

In the meantime, Danny's cunt was a thousand hungry mouths sucking and squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip of unimaginable proportions. I don't know what she was doing, or even how she was doing it, but on each upward stroke, she seemed to pause just for a millisecond or so, and I felt those lips suck the tip of my cock briefly, holding it there and pumping the blood up through the shaft into the hard spongy knob of my cock-head. Each time I swore I was about to cum, and then she'd fuck down on me, blowing me with her cunt and sliding that pearly-female cum-cream of hers like a soothing lotion that stimulated, yet held off the rapidly approaching ejaculate that I knew would eventually tear the top of my cock off when I came. I thought absently that whoever had taught her to fuck like this deserved some kind of a reward, or even a medal. At the very least, a world class blowjob that I was half tempted to offer up myself.

As I was simultaneously and gloriously being fucked by one marvelous cunt, I was also being treated to the nicest face smearing I'd ever had the pleasure to partake of. For some reason, Emily's cunt was especially juicy. And I couldn't help but wonder if it was due in part to seeing her niece happily fucking my cock like a berserker as she continued to sway back and forth, moaning and groaning like a banshee.

"How's it feeling baby?" Emily said once again looking back over her shoulder at her niece, watching her as she wildly continued to fuck me with ever increasing strokes that now had me fighting seriously for control.

"Oh auntie Em!" Danny screamed," There's no place like home!" 

And with one sudden unexpected downward thrust that took every inch of my cock deep inside her womb, she came.

For a moment, I thought she peed. And then I thought maybe I did. As the gush of fluid began to spray from the opening of her pussy, I felt the warmth of this extra wetness suddenly bathing my balls, saturating the mattress, and even soaking her long blonde hair that was draped across us both like a warm furry blanket.

"Fuck!" I shouted inside Emily's cunt. And just then the tip of my prick came off somewhere inside that girls cunt, and I fully expected to find the tiny eye slit of my prick ripped open and jagged from the force of the sperm that suddenly tore through my balls and began a series of powerful jettisons of cum cream that never quite separated themselves from one squirt to the other. It was more like one long continuous spray of my own thick cum that bathed the inside of Danny's cunt, saturating it even more copiously than she'd done herself, adding to the most intense mess of thick creamy goo that it had ever been my pleasure to experience before.

Seeing all this, and hearing us both screaming out and yelling nearly at the top of our lungs, well, it shouldn't have been any big surprise when Emily soon joined the two of us.

Though she didn't produce quite the amount of female nectar that Danny had, when she came she definitely produced some wonderfully tasting libations that pleasured the pallet and delighted the taste buds. She nearly suffocated me however as her cunt came down hard on me as the last of her clenching pulsations overtook her tortured pussy. Grinding herself against my face as my hands which had been pulling and twisting both of those hard nipples simultaneously, I was sucking, drinking rather, and trying to swallow as much of her as I could, and as fast as I could to keep from drowning. All the while feeling her slowly beginning to calm down and eventually allowing me to surface for a quick intake of air before latching onto her clit one last time to give it a gentle, yet loving suck for good measure.

Danny had collapsed; somewhere back in Kansas I believed. As she floated off somewhere up amongst the clouds. Emily descended back to earth in her bubble of ecstasy and joined me there in the revelry of our slowly dwindling passion.

"You are one fucking incredible Doctor." Emily told me, caressing my chest and lightly rubbing her fingers back and forth against my nipples.

"You think so?" I asked, teasing.

"Expensive one too I'll bet," she added.

"Hell yes!" I replied.

"Good. You'd better be! Good on both counts." Emily said half serious.

"Oh? And why's that?"

"You forget. I get ten percent of the profit." 

"I don't recall us ever discussing any partnership here," I responded back, now just a tiny bit serious than I had been before.

"Nine." Emily said quickly.

"Three" I said

"Eight then."

"Five" I threw back at her.

"Done!" Emily agreed.

"Done?" Danny said finally coming back to earth.

"Gee, I hope not. I thought we were just getting started!"

"Holy shit!" I said rolling over and looking for some escape route.

"Did you know about her?" I said pointing at Danny who was already beginning to stalk me like a hungry lion.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Emily said laughing, yet moving out of the way even as she said it.

"Fuck Em, I'll give you the full ten percent if you just rein her in. I'm exhausted! Well, for the moment anyway."

"Done!" Emily said.

"O.K. Danny," her aunt said in an almost scolding tone of voice. "Best leave the Doctor alone for a while. Don't worry baby, there will be other times, other places to play Doctor with Doctor Erotic here.

"Promise?" She said looking at me.

"Promise!" I responded with a relieved sigh and look on my face. "Just so long as you leave enough of me to still run a business here and deal with our clients."

A month later we had a thriving business with more clients that I thought were necessary. Eventually I had to cut back due to the sheer volume. If we hadn't, I'd never have had a home life to myself. Even then I didn't really, as I was spending more and more time with Emily, and occasionally as promised with Danny too.

Emily had been right about something else. The majority of our clients simply wanted someone that they could share their dreams, desires and fantasy's with. Sometimes that's all they wanted. For those, I usually counseled them in an office similar to the one that I had at my old location. Most of the time I simply listened. It was rare that I tried to interject anything into someone's personal fantasy. After all, it WAS their fantasy, not mine. Usually an occasional supportive comment, or positive feedback was all they were looking for anyway. Once in a while I met with these same types of people in one of the therapy-theme rooms. I enjoyed those the most, and for the little extra cost that most were readily willing to pay, it made the sessions all the more exciting for both them as well as for me.




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The best sessions however were the fantasy sessions that we occasionally got to schedule. They were expensive true, but then we were trying to meet each and every clients needs as best as we could, usually cost wasn't a factor for most of them.

John O'Donnell was one of those special clients. He was in his late sixty's and a very prominent member of the higher society, one of the people that Emily knew through some mutual friends of hers. When word reached him that we were offering a rather unusual service, he immediately contacted Emily and made inquiries into just how far we were willing to go to satisfy and possibly create his particular fantasy for him.

When Emily told me what it was, I couldn't see how we could possibly accommodate him. John had a particular desire to see the women's Swedish Bikini team rolling around in oil and getting it on with one another.

It was actually Danny who eventually offered up a possible solution, and after having discussed it with John, he readily agreed. Now obviously, we weren't going to actually get the Women's Swedish Bikini team, but Danny's idea had been to advertise in the same underground newspaper we had our add in at the college. Once again, as money wasn't really an issue, we posted a thousand dollar tax-free incentive for any woman who was blonde, and willing to roll around on a mat covered with oil with a bunch of other like-minded women. During our interviews, which produced a surprising number of possible candidates, we told them that they didn't have to do anything with any of the other women if they didn't want to. That would be totally up to them. What we DID require was that they were at least willing to roll around in the nude together, and at the very least appear to be getting off on it, all for the benefit of our anonymous client who would be watching the entire thing behind a two-way mirror.

Obviously my involvement in some of these types of sessions was limited. I acted more in an advisory, consultation roll, and allowed Emily who had worked her way into more of a partnership roll to handle the technical aspects of the special requests we were beginning to receive.

Admittedly even I found watching the girls rolling around in all that oil together quite erotic. I knew that John was privately enjoying himself in the special little room we'd provided for him, and as I sat in my office watching it on my own little T.V. screen, I was amazed as some of the women actually began making love with one another. It was turning out far better than I had initially hoped for. That, and Emily and Danny had done a remarkable job of selecting blonde haired women who most closely resembled actual members of the team.

Emily soon joined me in my office to see how things were going. Looking up I was delighted to see her come out of my private bathroom with nothing on but a blonde-haired wig.

"Thought I'd bring you a little Swedish massaging to that cock of yours while you're watching this," she told me.

And as those talented lips of hers began pleasuring me, I suddenly lost all interest in what was happening on the T.V.

Needless to say, John O'Donnell was a very happy and very satisfied customer. As were many of the girls we'd hired to participate and act out this particular little fantasy for him. Emily took several of the girl's names and phone numbers in the event we had any other fantasies that they might be interested in participating in. All for a reasonable cost of course.

One of the things that surprised me the most was the number of women, and a few men who asked me if it was ok if they played with themselves while discussing their fantasies during our consultations. Eventually Emily inserted a comment in one of our standard forms that stated it was not only permissible to masturbate if the client felt so inclined, but also that it was recommended that they do so in order to make their therapy session even more exciting and enjoyable.

For me, watching a majority of the women lose all sorts of inhibitions there in the office was like being a young kid in a candy store. Once again at Danny's suggestion we went out and even purchased a wide variety of pleasure devices that we threw in for free for each and every client that expressed any desire to try, or to use one. Many women had never even used a vibrator before, and in some instances, this became the unexpected and unplanned focus of the session.

Sheri Davis was another woman who like Emily had been when we'd first started, simply wanted to have someone watch her masturbate while she did so in front of a giant sized mirror. After discussing it and reviewing her particular fantasy, Emily and I decided to set her up in the Red room. The entire atmosphere of the place was erotically sensual including the red lighting that permeated the room in a deep soft glow that accentuated not only the mood of the individual using it, but the visual sensuality of everything taking place inside.

The room was perfect for what we had in mind for several reasons. One, we slid open the panel revealing a floor-length two way mirror that would allow Sheri to view herself while sitting comfortably on a specially designed chair we had purchased just for the occasion. It was more like a swing actually that allowed her to move almost as though she were weightless, and still have complete and total control over it as she sat inside of it. The floor length mirror would obviously allow her to see herself masturbating while I sat slightly off to one side, watching her, and fulfilling the second part of her particular request.

Danny had a particular naughty little fantasy herself, which we all occasionally tried to accommodate, provided that the clients permission was given. And in this instance, Sheri was very much aware that someone would be sitting on the other side of that mirror, watching her masturbating, and that she would never know whom it had been. Sheri immediately loved the idea, which added even further to her fantasy, in having someone in the room watching, who she could see, and someone else watching, who she could not see.

Sheri had never even used a vibrator before so I was a little surprised when she selected a rather large one. It was a latex flesh colored device that was flexible with several rows of soft little nodules running up and down the sides for additional stimulation. Besides simply vibrating at various speeds as desired by the user, it also rotated simultaneously at variable speeds as well.

Sheri had disrobed in the adjacent changing room and emerged into the Red room wearing one of the soft Terry Cloth robes we had available for our clients. I was already sitting off to one side of the room when she emerged, and though she nervously acknowledged my presence, went immediately to the chair and comfortably settled herself in without so much as a word.

Sheri didn't immediately begin using the toy either. As the soft sensual music played which we piped into the room from specially designed speakers, Sheri slowly began to relax and become comfortable with her surroundings. As I'd hoped, the room seemed to work its magic on her senses so that soon she was beginning to caress her enormous sized breasts, which I had noticed once she'd removed the robe she'd been wearing were a lot bigger in size than even Emily's were. 

What I personally liked and enjoyed however was that Sheri was an average, normal looking housewife type of individual. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't unattractive either. All her normal little minor flaws seemed to enhance her sensuality, making her a real person, as well as a very erotic looking woman as she sat dangling in her free swinging chair, almost casually and lazily touching herself.

Sitting there watching her I had already begun to stiffen with arousal. But I was also careful not to do anything that was outside of the specified request of the client. As much as I would have liked to have freed my cock and begin stroking it, I refrained from doing so.

I watched as Sheri hefted one of her enormous breasts in her hands and lifted it up towards her mouth where she was easily able to capture the nipple with her lips and begin sucking it. Once she'd accomplished this, finding a satisfactory balance with one hand, she then slipped the other down between her legs and allowed herself to spread her legs apart revealing a very flushed looking split that was already wet and glistening with her moisture.

Sheri looked over towards me needing the assurance that I was still watching her. And though I smiled and nodded my head at her encouragingly I neither spoke nor indicated to her in any other way my own ever-growing arousal.

I could only imagine what was happening on the other side of that mirror. I was positive of course, knowing Danny as I did that she was likewise furiously masturbating herself. Emily was no doubt sitting in my office watching all of us on the remote cameras and probably entertaining her own streaming pussy as well.

Sheri finally picked up the enormous vibrator she had chosen and turned it on to the lowest setting. She began to ease the monster into her cunt, doing so slowly that she had time to get used to the intrusion and allow her pussy to lubricate and begin to react to the vibrating monster. She had been quiet up until this point, but now I began to hear not only the soft murmured pleasures she was giving herself, but could also faintly hear the wet noisy lubrications that she was making as the liquid from her pussy began coating and bathing the fuck-toy she was using. I watched as she would fully impale her self with the device, and allow a moment's pause while the rotating, vibrating prick pleasured the deepest most intimate recess of her cunt. She would then ease the vibrator out slowly, once again looking over towards me and expecting some sort of reaction, which I gave her in my own obvious facial pleasure at seeing her playing with herself.

"Doctor," Sheri began, pausing as if wondering what she really should call me.

"Erotic," I finished saying for her, and she smiled with a look that was a mixture of pleasure as well as embarrassment.

"Doctor Erotic, will you play with yourself so I can watch you, while you're watching me too?" She asked shyly

"I'd be happy too," I responded to her truthfully. "Would you like it if I moved closer to you?" I added.

"Oh yes...please. Right in front of me so I can see myself, and you at the same time!"

I quickly discarded the few clothes I was wearing and then moved my chair over to place it slightly off to one side, but still directly in front of her so that she would have a clear picture of us both.

My cock was as hard as it had ever been and was throbbing with the need to be played with and pleasured. Seeing me finally begin to stroke my cock and massage the head, Sheri's hand began shoving the vibrator inside herself with piston-like strokes that brought about an almost painful expression to her face, but one in which I knew to be an agonized ecstasy that was borderline sadistic in nature.

Sheri pummeled her pussy with the toy fast and furiously, often taking both of her hands to ensure that it was rammed home with sufficient force to produce the kind of pleasured-pain that she had hoped for.

A white frothy foam began to appear and coat the surface of her labia. I watched with unbridled fascination as it adhered to the toy, coating it in a white shimmering luminescence that took on a degree of bizarre beauty under the dark red lights of the room.

Every room had been soundproofed in order to protect our client's privacy and pleasure. Even so, this shy quiet reserved woman began screaming out her pleasure to the point that I began to wonder if Danny was beginning to hear her through the other side of the mirror. Hearing this woman moaning and grunting her pleasure had been one thing, but now she began to express her sensations even more vocally with words that I knew were apart of the recessed animalistic desires we all had.

"See me fuck my cunt?" Sheri screamed.

"Can you hear my fucking pussy as I'm fucking it?" She continued to cry out, taunting me with her vulgarity, and seeing by my reaction to it as I now began to match her cries of pleasure with my own.

"Fuck that pussy you cunt!" I shouted at her.

"Stick that mother-fucking, cunt-fucking, vibrating prick inside that hot wet pussy!" I demanded.

Sheri's expression was pure bliss as she heard, did and looked at me with a vulnerability that said her orgasm was already tearing her apart. With one last final shove of the toy as deeply as she could get it, she hunched over in the swing, holding it there and allowing it to do all the work, taking her over the edge where her orgasm consumed her, causing her body to shake involuntarily as she rode one orgasmic explosion after another.

My own prick was an eruption of thankful release as geysers of sperm shot from the tip of my prick, many of which landed on her. It had the unexpected result of making her aware of my own timely climax, and she began gathering the goblets and pools of cum that began running down the side of her thighs and across her heavy hanging breasts. 

Sheri removed the vibrator, flinging it off to one side where it bounced against the wall, landing on the floor where it began a macabre dance of it's own, still vibrating, still rotating, and spinning about wildly.

Neither of us took much notice of it however. Sheri was searching her body for every trace of cum that had spilled down on her and began using my essence to apply it to her sensitive nipples, and breasts, massaging it into her skin like a fiery hot lotion.

I stood up, continuing to milk my cock, and though I had quit ejaculating at this point, a thick gooey ribbon of sperm drooled from the tip of my cock and began to run down the side of my still swollen shaft. Walking towards her, she reached out taking a hold of my prick and placed it greedily between her legs where she could wipe off the excess spunk that remained, using it to caress her exposed clit and pussy lips with.

I watched as she shuddered one last time, a final mini-orgasm that she had brought about by the use of her hand on my cock against her now almost too sensitive to touch clitoris.

Slowly I moved away from her and made my way back to the chair where I allowed her as much time as she needed to gather her self back together again. As quietly as I could, I redressed and waited for her to compose herself a little more fully before speaking.

"I hope that was what you had in mind Sheri," I questioned.

The smile on her face was indescribable, and she looked at me with that same almost innocent, but very much satisfied look that I had seen on her the day of her initial interview. It was obvious that she had achieved the penultimate satisfaction possible and had gone beyond her wildest expectations in experiencing her pleasure.

I quickly excused myself, allowing Sheri to have a moment alone and informing her that she was free to take whatever amount of time she needed to recover and dress. I then left the room and nearly ran into Danny who was already turning the corner of the hallway heading in my direction.

Danny's face was still flushed from her obvious orgasm, and I noticed simultaneously that she hadn't as yet even bothered to redo the buttons on her blouse. Her small firm breasts were clearly exposed and her reddened nipples looked almost sore from the self- stimulation she'd been giving them.

"Fuck me you bastard!" Danny screamed at me in the hallway. "Fuck me right now!"

Throwing her against the wall, turning her, I thrust into her from behind and raped her pussy with several powerful strokes until we were both climaxing all over again in a frenzied passion that neither one of us had expected to occur so quickly after what we had so recently gone through, though separately together.

Disheveled, sweaty, sticky, we made our way down the hallway back towards my office where each of us expected to find Emily in a similar state of satisfied exhaustion. And we weren't disappointed when we opened the door to my office and stepped inside either.

Emily had collapsed onto the couch, one of the chairs had been turned over and a sheath of papers had been wildly strewn to the floor. Her dark hair was matted to her face and she was only then breathing in a more normal fashion.

"Was that fucking wild or what?" She said looking at the two of us. And all Danny and I could do was laugh, agreeing with her and seeing in Emily the way that the two of us must have appeared to her.

We had agreed at the onset that unless someone's fantasy resulted in serious bodily harm to him or her selves or someone else, that we all had to be open minded enough to entertain anyone's particular fantasy or fetish. Otherwise our reputation would suffer and eventually word would get out that we weren't what we were advertising to be. Every request and application was scrutinized of course, but never under the premise that something was too quirky or too kinky for us to consider or try and make happen in the event it was within our capabilities to do so.

So it was when Roger Adams first came to us. His particular fantasy was actually pretty simple, but as the three of us discussed and reviewed his fantasy requests, we couldn't help but get a chuckle out of it. Now not everyone's personal fantasies are complex or so involved that they prove too difficult. A few, like Rogers were almost too simplistic and a bit weird or bizarre. But that didn't preclude us from considering his request no matter how strange we might have felt that it was. And as we all eventually learned, sometimes even the little ones, or the stranger ones can prove to be just as erotic as anyone else's.

After our initial meeting and getting back the results of our background check, we set up an appointment with Roger to discuss in a little more detail just what it was that he wanted, and how we...if in fact we could, help him to satisfy his particular fantasy and desire. I'd already read through his file, several times. At first, his simple request seemed a little too weird in a way. But as I spoke with Emily and Danny, they both reminded me of our original commitment. 

Roger was a young college student who came from a very wealthy family. He was tall, around six foot two, or six foot three. Well built, muscular, he was attending school on a college scholarship for football. Initially Roger was hesitant to openly discuss his particular fetish. But after that first session, I believe that Emily and I put him at ease so that he was able to comfortably discuss the possibilities with us. Emily took copious notes and I could tell by her enthusiasm that she already had a specific room in mind and was already thinking about where to go to obtain the specific materials that would be needed.

The night before Rogers scheduled appointment, Emily and Danny worked feverishly to prepare the room she had decided on. Even I had no idea what they were up to, as she wanted it to be a surprise to me as much as she hoped that it would be for Roger.

Additionally, Roger had booked two full hours, and though I couldn't for the life of me see how this particular fantasy could be stretched into that amount of time, I was more than willing to accommodate whatever request he had, especially as he was certainly paying for it.

Shortly before Roger's arrival, Emily and Danny took me down to the white room as we called it, the room that Emily had been considering turning into a medical looking doctor's office. We had in fact received a number of requests for just such an environment, so I'd already given Emily the go ahead to purchase the necessary furniture and equipment to make it look functional. Luckily for us, she hadn't got around to quite doing that yet.




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It was the smallest room of them all too. Just about the same size a normal Doctor's examination room might look like. But it was certainly big enough and perfect enough for our purposes. 

Walking into the room, I immediately saw what they had been working on the night before. There on one of the stark white walls was a giant bulls-eye target measuring some five feet across. In the middle of it, right where the dark center of the bulls-eye would have been, were various cutouts of women's breasts, all shapes, all sizes and all colors. Nothing else, just lots and lots of tits that they had pain-stakingly cut out and glued to the center of the target, complete with numbers for points scored. 

On the floor heading away from the wall was a carefully measured and painted line in feet and inches. But in addition to that, were a tape measure and a box of black felt marking pens.

"You're sure this is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.

"To the letter!" Danny chimed in gleefully.

"O.K. then. This one's yours," I told Emily. "I'll meet with him briefly to finalize the terms and conditions, and then I will have you come in and bring him down here to the room when we're done. If he's satisfied with everything we've arranged for him, then the clock starts."

Soon after Roger arrived and we'd had a chance to chat briefly, I handed him off to Emily and Danny and I sat back to watch the fantasy unveil before us. Roger had already consented to our videotaping and watching him from concealed cameras in the room. Having signed off on the waiver, Danny and I both settled back with a fair degree of curiosity to what we were about to witness. Emily had also supplied Roger with a comfortable chair to sit in, a stack of porno books on a nearby end table, along with an unopened bottle of Tequila, glass, and a fresh unopened tube of KY Jelly.

Once she had Roger's assurance that everything was exactly the way he'd imagined it and wanted it, she left the room. Already I could imagine her running like the wind to hurriedly join us before Roger got too far along in his fantasy. There wasn't really any need for her rush however, as once Roger had completely disrobed and settled down into his chair, he spent a lengthy period of time simply drinking his Tequila a shot at a time, and thumbing through the stack of books.

Again, if he hadn't already paid for the two hours I would have thought that perhaps all this was one gigantic put on and possibly some sort of Fraternity prank. But even I had noticed Roger's erection slowly rising as he continued scanning through the various books and photo's, particularly the one's that Danny had suggested that had names such as "Big Gazanga's" and "Giant tit fuckers".

Since we'd opened the doors for business, I had seen a wide variety of all shapes and sizes of cocks. Some of which were pretty good sized. But none of those compared to the size of this one as it continually grew becoming larger and larger.

"Fuck me!" Emily exclaimed as we all sat glued to the TV set watching this mammoth monster getting harder and harder.

"No wonder the poor kid's never been with a woman before! No woman in her right mind would ever have him!"

For once, I had to agree with her. Roger had told us in the personal section of his application that he was still a virgin at twenty-five. But he'd not indicated the reason why for this, nor did we feel it necessary at the time to pursue this particular line of questioning.

As Roger's cock slowly began to stiffen and become somewhat firmer and harder, it was clearly evident that as big as he was, it would be virtually impossible to stuff all that inside any woman's pussy.

When it was evident that Roger was as big and hard as he was going to be under the circumstances, he stood up and briefly scanned the room looking for the cameras. We'd concealed them however, not wanting any of the operational cameras to ever be a distraction to our clients. Thankfully he gave up looking for them and proceeded to continue stroking his monster penis. 

The books obviously were meant to stimulate and arouse him, and good ole Danny had hit it right on the mark when she'd provided Roger with a selection of big tit books! It was clear early on that these were his favorites as soon after he settled in and began playing with himself once he'd found a couple he enjoyed looking at.

We all sat watching Roger stroking himself off until it was obvious that he was nearing his orgasm. As he stood up from the chair and moved over to the line that Emily and Danny had painted on the floor, I found myself curious as to just where he planned on standing, knowing full well at this point what it was he was going to do, though the why of it still escaped me.

To my surprise, he didn't stand as far away as I might have imagined he would, but did in fact appear to stand a lot closer than even I would have had I been engaging in this particular little fantasy.

Roger was now stroking himself alternating both hands as he did. He was so fucking big however; he had to in order to even jerk himself off. We all saw the beginning of his orgasm, the slight bend in his knee, the tight clench of his buttocks as though preparing himself to launch whatever load his balls were about to produce. And then, like from some scene right out of an x-rated cartoon, Roger held still momentarily as the cum cream slid up the shaft of his cock. As we'd thought, his ass clenching seemed to coincide with his first release and then humongous ropes of sperm began shooting from the tip of his prick. 

Jettison after jettison of thick milky white fluid exploded from his prick. Roger was holding onto his cock much like a fireman holding on to his hose. In some cases he appeared to be purposely aiming his cum-shots directly at the center of the bulls-eye. For others, it didn't seem that he was aiming at the photo's as much as he was trying to see just how far up the target he could try and splatter his fluids.

Then, as quickly as he'd begun, it was over. We watched as Roger then picked up one of the black felt-tip pens and walked over to the target. He began circling cum splatters, though not all. Only those of which he'd specifically designated perhaps as being worth anything. Having done that, Roger totaled his score and wrote down the number on a score sheet that Emily had tacked up on the wall near the bulls-eye.

A short time later, we all met Roger out in the foyer of the offices.

"Same time?" He said.

"Same place!" Emily responded.

"See ya tomorrow then!" Roger said and happily exited the office.

"O.K., that was a LITTLE strange, you've got to admit." I said wonderingly.

"A little strange perhaps yes." Emily agreed. "But you know...it was still pretty fucking erotic too!"

Later than evening after hours, and while Danny and Emily were busily filing forms, straightening up the office in preparation for going home, I found myself strolling down the hallway and stopped directly in front of the door leading into the White room. 

Slipping inside, I turned on the lights and quickly walked over to the target and examined it briefly. Roger had circled a number of spots, some of which had easily covered the women's breasts in the photo's, and others, which he'd circled that appeared to have hit the outer rings. Once I'd quickly determined his scoring system, I was about to leave when the weirdest sensation came over me. Checking the hall quickly as I was feeling just a little silly about this, I ducked back into the room and immediately began jacking off, though placing myself a good foot further away from the wall than Roger had.

As my own orgasm began arching out towards the wall, I too attempted to aim my spurting's in much the same manner that Roger had. Several hit center of the bulls-eye as well, and then I attempted to reach the mark at the distance I'd chosen to see if I could match Rogers. There was by this time no contest. Roger had easily reached far higher than I did, and with far less volume there was no point in my continuing this silly game any longer.

"So? What'd you score?" I heard Emily's voice saying from behind, and then to make matters worse, I heard Danny's voice too as she snickered somewhere behind Emily.

"Yeah...we saw you on the T.V. Emily said that she thought you'd eventually come down here and try this," she said still laughing.

Though somewhat embarrassed, I put my now limp cock back inside my pants.

"Research!" I lamely offered up. "I thought it might be important to better understand what it was Roger was feeling or sensing when he was doing this."

"Ah huh, so what WAS your score anyway?" She asked once again.

"Not nearly as good as his was," I finally relented in a soft whispering tone of voice.

Day after day, Roger came into the office and repeated the same scenario, the only variation being his occasionally adjusting his stance or distance to and from the target. Each day he would cum, take note of his accomplishments and scoring, post the results on his tote board, and leave. 

Towards the end of our agreed upon contract as the end of the second week drew near, it was obvious that Roger wasn't nearly as satisfied as he'd appeared to have been after the first few days. Under the circumstances I felt it was important then to question him about it and perhaps, if possible, even offer up some advise or a suggestion.

As we sat in my office sharing his favorite drink...Tequila, I finally screwed up enough courage to ask him why he appeared to be less than happy with the results he'd been monitoring all week long.

"Well Doc," he began, and for some reason I enjoyed hearing him call me that. "You're probably going to find this a little weird."

"Roger, believe you me, having been in this business for as long as I have now, I don't really find too much of anything all that weird or unbelievable anymore."

That comment seemed to give him some assurance anyway, and he sat up straighter in his chair as he began to tell me the story.

"Some years ago I had the opportunity to do a bit part in a porno movie, nothing major as I'm certainly no star, and I was obviously hired on because of the size of my cock. Anyway, I thought it might be a great opportunity to finally get to fuck someone, but aside from a few women I've dated who'd TRY and suck me off, though most couldn't even do that much, no one would even come near me as far as having intercourse went."

I nodded at him agreeably, understanding him perfectly at this point.

"The real star of the movie approached me then having made a bet with one of the other actresses. He'd bet that I couldn't shoot as much or as accurately as he could, since I was young, dumb and full of cum as they say. And the bet was if I could outscore him, then she'd have to fuck me. Well hell, with those kind of stakes I was more than willing to give it a shot...so to speak." He laughed saying.

"Anyway, she found some kind of a target to use and hung it on the wall. He went first giving me something to shoot at he told me. But try as I might, I didn't come anywhere's close to the distance or accuracy that he did! And ever since then, it's actually been bugging me. All the way to the point that it's just about all I ever think or fantasize about. I was really hopeful that under a different setting, under perfect conditions perhaps that I would finally accomplish what I never did. But so far, I've still not been able to achieve the maximum distance as well as the accuracy that he did."

I sat back thinking about this for a moment. Strange as it was, it was challenging and I didn't like the idea of sending away an unsatisfied client either.

"Tell me Roger. When the two of you played this little game, did you jerk yourselves off or was someone else doing it for you?"

"Actually, one of the girls in the movie jacked him off, but I felt that I'd be a little more accurate doing it myself."

"You know Roger, and I can't make any promises here, but I think if we replicated the same situation in our room under the same conditions that it might produce the results you've been looking for. I have someone in mind that I THINK might be willing to assist us, but I need to double check with her first. What do you say Roger?"

His face lit up like a Christmas tree at that point. 

"You serious Doc? You have someone who might be willing to do that for me?"

"Let me check first...I'll be right back."

Slipping out of the office I quickly headed over to where Danny was busily typing up my notes on her computer.

"Danny? I've got a little proposition for you, but wanted you to know, it's entirely up to you if you want to do it or not."

"What do you have in mind?" Danny asked, already sounding interested.

I told her then, and her eyes widened as she thought about it.

"Hell yes!" She exclaimed shortly. "I'd be delighted to see if I can help him do that!"

"Come with me then." I told her. "And we'll introduce you to Roger and see how he feels about it too."

Needless to say, both were very willing and eager to get started. Roger didn't even go through his normal warm-up routine, content to allow Danny's unexpected nudity to manage all that. Stepping up to the furthest mark away from the wall, Danny knelt down on the floor beside him and began to slowly jack that incredible sized cock. It wasn't all that easy for her to do either as she periodically had to change hands, and even once changed sides in order to give her hands some relief.

Standing behind the two of them, which Roger had already assured me was fine with him; I listened as he instructed Danny what it was he specifically wanted her to aim at and when. I even saw her lining up his cock as she peered down the length of it as though lining up a sight on a rifle.

"I tend to squirt slightly at an angle," he told her. "So if you point it at the top edge of the bulls-eye, it should be right on target." He added with assurance.

Having someone else actually stroking that big beefy sausage of his actually brought about his orgasm a little more quickly than any of us had actually anticipated.

"Get...ready...Danny. I'm...almost...THERE!" He screamed out suddenly.

I could have hugged her right there and then. The first monumental ejaculate was like a laser, hitting the target squarely where he told her he would. She held steady so that the second, third and fourth jettison's of his cum cream splattered near squarely atop the others.

"Raise it just a little bit!" He urged loudly.

And Danny perfectly aimed his cock once again, cupping his balls in the palm of her hand as she did, and elevated his prick just ever so slightly. Each following ejaculation hit the center of the bulls-eye almost perfectly so that soon every boob, breast, and pink colored nipple in the photo's were covered nearly completely in his thick gooey cum-cream.

When Roger left that afternoon, he left satisfied and more importantly confident that he could now actually begin to enjoy a normal fantasy, sex-life with someone. Even if it was for the most part his very own hand.

"Damn." I said a short time later to Emily while we were sitting in my office. "I actually felt like I helped someone today!"

"John, you help people each and every day that someone comes here!" 

"Yes. I know that I...that We do." I said including her, as she did deserve a hell of a lot more credit than I often gave her.

"But it's really nice to finally see someone, even Roger, walk away with a totally satisfied expression on his face."

"Doc?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna see another one?"

Gradually over time the business was so prosperous that I was seriously considering taking on another partner. We had more clients than we knew what to do with, and Emily and Danny where now handling a lot of these themselves without my even being involved. We'd eventually hired a new assistant to replace Danny as she was otherwise engaged in the overall affairs of the business. Her name was Susie, a sweet petite looking bit of a girl with small pointed breasts, but she loved showing off her stiff hard nipples in whatever outfit she chose wearing. Something that was bold, obvious, without being too wickedly decadent.

"You're never going to believe this," Emily told me one day.

"What?"

"We just got a letter in the mail today, from the Request A Wish foundation!"

"You're kidding!"

"No really! It seems there's a young man, eighteen years old, still a virgin who's dying of cancer. He actually made a request through them to come to us to see if we could help him with this dying wish of his."

"And?" 

"Well, it seems that he's had this major infatuation with a well known porn star. Now obviously, this isn't normally something they would pursue, or certainly publicize. But I guess they've heard about us, and all the good work we've been doing and decided to see if we could possibly help."

With Emily's resources, it didn't take us very long at all to contact the stars agent and make inquiry with her. A short time later, she actually called me herself and I explained the rather unusual situation to her over the phone.

"Doc!" The sultry star began saying over the phone. "You contact them and tell them I'd be honored to do this for him. Just tell me where and when, and I'll be there!" She said.

And once all that had happened, I finally felt we'd made it to the big time, that the services we were offering weren't something to be laughed at or scoffed at. Doctor Erotic as I was widely known now, was making a difference. Men and Women, of all ages, of all races, creeds and even religions were coming to us to explore their imaginations and their fantasies.

A few more weeks went by and the business gradually settled down into a real nice easygoing rhythm. We had ample staff to take care of any immediate needs, and as I'd originally intended, work was becoming more exciting and relaxing again. Personally, there's nothing worse than doing something you like doing, but being stressed out about it all the time too.

We still had waiting lists of clients that wanted to experience our services, but we had expanded into group therapy sessions that were now taking care of an even wider variety of interesting fantasies that we'd not previously envisioned before. Emily was primarily in charge of those of course, and sadly I was seeing her less and less often that I would have liked. Especially when she went on the road to conduct another service we were offering through our special seminars.

I was sitting in my office relaxing between clients when Susie buzzed me on the intercom.

"Doctor?" She asked

"Call me Doc," I reminded her, preferring the moniker that Emily had given me.

"There's someone here to see you."

"Does she have an appointment?" I asked, not really annoyed but enjoying my time between sessions.

"No...but she says that you might be willing to see her if you saw who she was."

Well now, that intrigued me. And besides, anyone that bold deserved an invitation to see me. After all, that's what this was all about anyway, spontaneity and daringness.

Susie knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!" I said standing and straightening my tie.

Susie opened the door and stepped in. A young woman stood momentarily behind her and for a moment I had no idea who it was.

"Doctor Erotic I presume?"

"Jamie?"

Susie quietly closed the door behind her and disappeared.

The woman who stepped into my office wasn't at all the same young girl that had once worked for me.

"You know...I really should be mad at you," she said sitting down before I'd even had a chance to close my mouth and invite her to do so.

"I was really, really hurt when you let me go," she told me.

I had given her a year's severance, so it wasn't like I'd dumped her out back onto the street.




Dr. Erotic



"I'm truly sorry about that Jamie." I told her, still stunned and surprised to see her now after all this time. 

"How've you been doing anyway?" I asked a little nervously.

"Not too bad, really," she said loosening up a little, and I realized she wasn't really mad at me. But that she was putting on the same pouty-face she used to give me whenever she wanted or needed additional time off from work.

"Can I get you anything?" I offered, loosening my tie.

Jamie laughed, easing the tension between us even further.

"You always used to do that you know."

"What?"

"Tighten your tie whenever anyone came in, and loosen it again a moment or two later."

For some reason I was feeling a bit awkward and guilty again. Hiding my discomfort I walked over to the bar in my office and poured myself a stiff drink.

"Why are you here anyway?" I asked her

Jamie stood up and crossed the room to where I was standing.

"Maybe I will take that drink after all," she said taking mine from me and sipping it, obviously avoiding the question.

So I poured myself another. And waited. "I was good at doing that at least." I mused to myself.

Jamie took another sip though smiling seductively through the glass at me as she did so.

"Oh yes, you wanted to know WHY I was here yes?" She said continuing the almost annoying tease.

So it was my turn to take a drink and look at her over the rim of my glass.

"I'm here...Doctor Erotic," she said lowering her voice though emphasizing the title, "to see about making an appointment with you for your services!"

"What?" I stammered, nearly spilling the drink down the front of my shirt and forcing myself to step away from it so that I didn't.

"Does that really surprise you?" She questioned. "That someone like me, might want, need...your services?"

"No...no, of course not!" I said still stammering, and once again tightening my tie in the process.

"Oh for heavens sake John, take the silly thing off and look at me!"

So I did.

"You're really here because you have a fantasy you want to explore?" I questioned.

"Yes...one in which I've had for a long time now. A VERY long time!"

"And?"

"And, I was never able to express it to you...before now anyway."

Jamie began removing her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons.

"Don't worry John, I'm more than willing to pay you for this," she offered.

"Ah, I think we'll forgo that this time."

"Pro-bono?"

I laughed, and laughed hard and openly.

"How about pro-boner." I said, as my cock was already stiffening and beginning to bulge through the material of my slacks.

"So Jamie, what room would you like to try? We have several I think you'd really enjoy."

"Actually John, this one will do fine. It's close enough to the way that your old office looked to satisfy my fantasy."

By the time I had made it back to my desk to buzz Susie and tell her that I wasn't to be disturbed, Jamie had removed her blouse as well as her bra. I had fantasized about her on rare occasions, when I was horny, or when one of my other patients had aroused me for one reason or another. But I had NEVER made any inappropriate advancement towards Jamie in the few short years we had worked together. I had certainly pictured those provocative looking tits of hers in my mind, but up until now I had never seen them of course, except in my fantasies.

Looking at her now, those nicely shaped, perfectly sized full breasts with beautiful rose colored very erect nipples, I was mesmerized just looking at her.

Slipping her skirt off, Jamie sat down on the edge of my desk, and though her legs remained tightly closed together, I saw that she was wearing only a black lacy garter and stockings.

"Your sure we won't be disturbed in here?" She asked a little worriedly.

"Don't worry Jamie. Susie won't let ANYONE in here when I've got a client with me, and especially when I've told her not too. The last girl that did that doesn't work here anymore."

"Oh, so you fired her too huh?" She said finally spreading her legs. "But what if she did this for you, would you still want to fire her?"

And then Jamie reached down between her legs slipping a finger inside herself and then bringing it back up to her lips so that she could taste her own juices.

"Maybe,"

"And what if she did this then?" And I watched as she began sucking her finger as though it was a cock, and I knew that she was gazing down at my protruding member.

"Perhaps...if it was my cock she was sucking, and not her own fingers I wouldn't."

"Come here Doc."

I hated fucking with clothes on, so I quickly removed them before joining her on the desk.

Jamie swept away the file folders and pictures I had sitting there and I watched them clatter to the floor in a noisy crash.

"I've always wanted to do that," she said, lying down and spreading herself openly to me. "I hope you don't mind."

"It's your fantasy," I told her. "Do whatever the fuck you want to." I countered.

"Eat me then. I've always fantasized about you eating me on your desk."

Immediately I dove into that delectable looking pussy that had the barest strip of fine downy pubic hair just sitting above that velvet opening. My lips quickly began to encircle that precious looking clit of hers and I vibrated it with my tongue teasing it lightly at first and then gradually increasing the pleasure and friction I was giving it.

"Oh John!" Jamie moaned. "I've always wondered what your tongue would feel like inside me."

"What else have you wondered about?" I said continuing to kiss and nibble at that hard little nubbin of flesh.

"What it would feel like to have you inside me," she purred "Fucking me on your desk!"

"Like this?" I said, standing up and sliding my rock hard cock easily and smoothly inside her well-lubricated cunt.

"Oh yesssssssss" She hissed. "Just...like...that!" She said matching her words with each deep thrusting stroke of my cock.

"What...else...did...you...fantasize...about?" I said still fucking her in time with our conversation.

"Having...some...one...catch...us!" She exclaimed, just as I buried myself even more deeply than I had been doing.

"Is this what you had in mind?" Emily said stepping into the office.

"Did we arrange everything the way you wanted?" Danny said adding.

I looked up just in time to see Susie smiling wickedly and closing the door as she stepped back out into the reception area.

"You know Doc, eventually you're going to end up fucking that one too you know. But at the moment, I think the three of us are far more than what you can handle now anyway."

"You two are in on this?"

"Why of course we are!" Danny said undressing as she spoke.

"Don't stop John!" Jamie said sitting up slightly so she could watch me and see what I was doing to her.

"It feels too fucking good for you to stop. Emily and Danny are going to have to wait their turn. At the moment...this is still MY fantasy you know."

"Well Jamie, it's rapidly turning into my fantasy," I added back with a smile.

"And mine," Emily said walking over to the desk, now as nude as everyone else. She bent over, taking one of Jamie's breasts between her lips and began sucking the hardened little nipple. Danny soon joined her, taking the other one and began to do the same thing to it.

"This still YOUR fantasy?" I asked worried now that maybe Emily and Danny had inappropriately invited themselves into something she didn't want to experience or have happening.

"Oh yes! And wait until you see what's going to happen next!" She told me. "Oh...and by the way. I'm working for you again Doc," she told me. "That ok with you?"

And Doctor Erotic smiled happily. This really was HIS fantasy after all.