30 comments/ 102132 views/ 37 favorites Doc Von Scouries: Case #01 By: scouries One of my second cousins, Andy Von Scouries, a psychiatrist, is the hero of the following tale (they still use the Von in their branch of the family). When Andy and his sister were down visiting in Florida last winter they told me about some of his most interesting cases. He was hoping I'd write some of them up for him so he also left me a copy of his case notes and some of the video of the various sessions to ensure accuracy. Next time I'm up visiting him he's promised to let me sit in on one of his cases. Which should be interesting! While this story is in the Incest category, in essence it's a Doctor/Patient story. It's approximately 4 LITEROTICA pages long. All sex described is between 18+ year old adults. ENJOY! Doctor Von Scouries: Case #1 Katherine Session #1 "You're going to like this one Andy," my secretary Gabrielle said with a saucy laugh as she dropped a slim folder onto the desk in front of me and then came around the desk and stood next to me. "Am I Miss G?" I asked as I flipped open the file with my left hand while moving my right hand onto the plaid miniskirt that hardly covered her still teenaged bum. "Uh huh," she giggled. "How come?" I asked idly as I read the notes on the page. The fingers of my right hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and onto her silken skin. "She's young ... beautiful ... smart ... sexy ... successful ... a redhead ," Gaby answered as she ticked off the reasons on her fingers. I slipped my hand inside her panties and then under until a finger found her moist slit. "Why's she here then?" I asked as I slid my finger deep inside her. "Andeeee!" she groaned softly, then added, "her G.P., your pal Doctor Farley, recommended you again." "Good old Mandy," I said as my mind momentarily flicked to an image of my old med school classmate who was now in general practice in the city and who was quite happy to refer her crazy patients to me. "That's the third one she's sent us this year, I don't think she knows there are any other psychiatrists in town," Gabrielle added. She was starting to urgently buck her pelvis against my hand. "I used to help her with her studies when we were back in med school. I'll have to give her a very big Christmas present," I said as thoughts of my student days intruded. "Hah! Studying! The only thing you two were studying was each others anatomy," my nineteen year old secretary scoffed. "And may I remind you boss, Doctor Farley is now a married woman. You're not allowed to give her any more of your beeeeg gifts doctor," Gabrielle instructed as she ran her palm slowly down and across my crotch. "Sit on the desk," I ordered as I pulled my finger out of her and moved my chair so that I could position her between my legs. "Like this?" she asked as she hopped up so her perfectly formed rear end was perched on the edge of my desk and her legs were splayed wide open. "That'll do fine Miss G.," I agreed as I placed my hands under her skirt and grasped the top of the polka dotted silk boy shorts she was wearing as panties that day. I quickly slipped them down her legs and then brought them to my face. "You and your panty fetish," she chastened as her fingers found my zipper, "I think you're the one who needs the doctor." "Do you?" I asked as I stood, my rampant, blood filled cock straining upward through my now open zipper. Gaby's panties were around my head. The trimmed triangle of her blond, almost white, pubic pelt pointed to the spot my cockhead urgently probed for. Then I pushed the bulblike end of my throbbing penis between her vaginal lips. "Ohhhhhhhh Andy," she groaned as my thrusting lance punched deep inside her. And as I fucked my nineteen year old secretary I didn't give one thought to the red haired patient who was sitting patiently in my waiting room. Nor could my new patient hear the lusty screams that were soon echoing around my office -- an office that had been carefully soundproofed by my grandfather some fifty years earlier. Her back was lying on the cool, smooth polished wood of my desktop, and her legs were resting on my shoulders while her bum was arching upward off the desk, writhing in the throes of her teenage orgasm, when the first thick, warm stream of my cum splattered angrily into the deepest recess of her womb. "Little blond slut," I accused as my sperm continued to spit inside her. "Sicko pervert," she spat back with a laugh as she tightened her legs around my head. "Hussy! You always get so wet and excited when I get a new patient don't you?" **** Ten minutes later my secretary led Katherine Erin O'Malley through my office door and introduced me to my new patient. Gaby hadn't lied! The red haired beauty that stood in front of me was simply stunning. Tall and lithe, the thousand dollar, perfectly tailored business suit she was wearing couldn't hide her womanly curves. "Katherine with a K," my new patient advised in her first words to me while offering me her hand. "An Irish beauty worthy of the Hills of Tara and the Kings who roamed there,'" I intoned as I took her hand and raised it to my lips. "Hardly," she said with raised eyebrows as she reclaimed her hand. Her white, almost translucent skin had no defense against the blush that had spread into her cheeks. "And from what I understand the up and coming young legal superstar of our fair cities number one law firm," I added as I directed her to a seat in front of my desk and nodded to Gaby, letting her know she was dismissed. The little hussy actually had the temerity to stick out her tongue at me as she backed out the door. Fortunately my new patient missed our little interplay. I then took my place behind my desk. A pen and pad were the only items that marred its smooth surface but I couldn't help but notice the smell of my secretary's sex that still lingered in the air. "I'm just a hundred hour a week gopher for the partners," Katherine O'Malley answered but I could see she was pleased at my description and the fact that I'd clearly done some research on her in preparation of our meeting. I watched as her eyes traveled around the office slowly, clearly registering every detail. I even noticed when her nose rose just a titch as she inhaled the unexpected odor. "It's beautiful ... the house I mean ... everything," she said as she indicated her surroundings. "How'd you ever find it let alone afford it?" "Good genes," I answered solemnly. "Good genes? I don't- -" "I inherited it," I said as I interrupted her. "Granddad," I added as I saw the question in her eye. "You own the whole thing, I thought there were other offices or something," she started, the wonder clear in her voice. "My great grandfather had it built for him in 1911," I supplied. "He was a doctor, so was my grandfather." "A family of psychiatrists?" "No," I said with a chuckle, "they were both gynecologists. They worked here downstairs and lived on the top floors." "Gaaawd, you live here too?" "All my life," I nodded. I was used to the endless questions about my house. Now designated a protected 'Historical House' by the State's Heritage Commission, it was one of the last great city mansions still standing in the small residential quarter that sat between the University district and the downtown skyscrapers. For five minutes she peppered me with questions about the house -- I let her, I knew she was nervous and wasn't quite ready to spill her guts. "Well, maybe we should start," I finally said, then lifted my pen from the desk and sat with an expectant look on my face. My patient, nonplussed for just a moment, put her hands in her lap and lowered her eyes. But then almost immediately raised them again and looked up into mine. "I've been feeling strange ... no, different ...," she started tentatively, clearly unsure of herself. I recognized immediately that this reticence wasn't in Katherine's nature. "I'm physically well," she added quickly as I started to write on my pad. "Doctor Farley gave me a clean bill of health. I've always been athletic," she added. "You're a swimmer I'll bet," I said with a touch of admiration in my voice. "How'd you know? Did Doctor Farley tell you?" "Just a guess," I answered as I wrote another few words on my pad. I could see her curiosity as she tried to read my scrawl upside down. "Oh. Anyway, as I was saying, it isn't anything- -" "Could I interrupt you for just one second Miss O'Malley?" I asked, a more formal doctoral tone suddenly in my voice. "Yes ... of course Doctor, I'm sorry I was just - -" "I wonder if before we got too much into your story you could do me a favor?" "Of course doctor," my pretty redhead eagerly agreed as she leaned forward in her chair. I could see she was in no particular rush to tell me why she was visiting a psychiatrist. "Could you take off your clothes for me Miss O'Malley?" I asked softly. Before the true impact of my words hit her I saw her fingers involuntarily dart to the top button of her jacket. She'd actually undone the button before she realized what I'd asked. "What? Why?" Not answering I decided to wait her out. "Doctor Farley's given me a complete physical examination ... just two weeks ago. That's what I was just saying." "So you'd prefer not to disrobe?" I asked as I quickly wrote a few more lines on my pad. "I'd just like to understand why," the young lawyer said as she fidgeted in her seat. "What did you write?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity. "It's not that important for now," I said but in a tone that that conveyed just the opposite. "Feel free to leave your clothes on Katherine," I offered in a friendly tone as I wrote a few more cryptic words on my page and then underlined them twice. "I didn't think ... I mean ... I thought you'd just have me lie on a couch or something. Like in the movies," she stammered as she indicated the analyst's couch I had off to the right of my desk. "That you'd ask me about my dreams and stuff," the clearly flustered lawyer added. "Every psychiatrist operates differently," I explained softly, then jotted another quick note on my pad and then flipped over the page. "If you want me to I will," Katherine offered as she moved forward on her chair. "You're the doctor." "I don't want you uncomfortable on your first visit Miss O'Malley," I answered as I shifted back to formality. "We'll do something else instead." "I don't mind, I really don't, really Doctor Von Scouries ... it's just..." I watched her as her voice trailed off in confusion but again I noticed how quickly this extremely bright lawyer recovered. "Was this some kind of psychiatric test? Is that it?" she asked, her sharp mind having decided on the reason for my request. "We're not in school Miss O'Malley," I chided gently. "We're not giving out gold stars for getting the answers right." I knew as I talked with a one hundred percent certainty that this ambitious girl in front of me had striven all her life to get every gold star she could. "I'll do it. I want to," Katherine almost shouted as she sprang from her seat. "NO!" I instructed as she slipped the jacket down her arms. Her breasts were high and pointed under the white silk blouse she'd exposed. I stood up and walked over to her as she stood undecided, the jacket hanging forlornly from her hand. "Come over here Katherine," I invited as I led her towards the full length mirror that hung on the side wall. "Smile," I instructed once I had her directly facing her image. "What?" "Your biggest, friendliest, happiest smile," I instructed. "What do you mean," she asked, her face torn in confusion. I simply waited until she broke into a grimacing smile and asked, "Like this?" "No Miss O'Malley," I said, then turned and walked back to my desk. I sat and started to write. "It's not that easy," I heard and looked up to see an angry patient facing me. "Could you tell me a joke then Katherine," I asked. "A joke? What kind of joke?" my now clearly befuddled patient asked. "Maybe a lawyer joke," I offered tentatively, then added, "I'm sure you must know one of those." "That's not funny ... if you want me to strip just tell me. You want me to don't you?" my patient demanded as she dropped her jacket on my desk and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. It soon was dropped on top of her jacket. As Miss O'Malley unerringly undid the buttons and zipper on her skirt her angry eyes never left mine. "I don't suppose you have a hanger," she asked when she'd rid herself of the skirt. I shook my head no. "It's a beautifully made garment," I said as I ran my fingers over her jacket. "Paris? Haut couture?" I asked admiringly. "No, its prêt-a-porter. From Bloomingdales. It's a Donna Karen. My underwear too?" she then asked. "Whatever you're comfortable with Miss O'Malley." Her bra, part of a matching lace set in lilac, quickly joined the pile on my desk. She had a pair of those high, proud, firm conical breasts that invariably come capped with pink, puffy nipples. And they were just the right size -- big enough to fill your hand and big enough so that they jiggled delightfully when she bent to lower her lace trimmed panties. But with no trace of sag! Her sex, once she'd bared it for me, was covered by a perfect triangle of wispy and curly red hairs that hardly concealed the flowery petals of the lips that advertised her femaleness. "You don't shave?" I asked after I'd slowly inspected her. "No," she answered as one of her palms, unbidden by her, slipped down to cover her groin. "Please sit Katherine," I offered. I then started to write on my pad. "Should I stay naked?" she asked tentatively as she hovered over the seat. "Please. If that's alright with you." I could see it wasn't alright with her but she sat anyway, finally crossing her legs after trying a couple of positions. I waited for her to begin. "I'm not that sick," she finally started. I let her stumble on for a few sentences before I interrupted. "Before we get too far into your story Miss O'Malley I think maybe it'd be best for me to describe my methods and how I plan to cure you." "You don't even know what's wrong with me yet," she responded, a touch of lawyerly anger and impatience now having crept into her voice. "Do you want to be cured Katherine?" "Well yes ... of course, why do you think I'm here, especially at these prices, it's just that--" "Do you know Katherine that many of my colleagues never cure their patients? Don't even try." "They don't?" There's both surprise and interest in her voice now. "Why not?" It was almost a demand. "Oh they say they're trying but the truth is they hate it when a patient leaves them. They fall in love with their patients." "They do? All of them? Sexually? But--" "No not sexually. Although of course some do." "That would be unethical behavior, actionable in court," my lawyer patient announced. "Yes it would," I agreed. "But that's not the real reason they never cure anyone. It's because they regard a patient's mental well being as a lifelong job for themselves." "And you people aren't cheap," my patient, who just happened to be a member of a true bloodsucking, fee charging profession, claimed indignantly. I thought it best not to bring up lawyers fees in response; instead I simply waited for her to continue. "And you're different?" she finally ventured. "Seventeen weeks Miss O'Malley." "Seventeen weeks what?" the clearly confused girl asked. "I cure all my patients in seventeen weeks." "All of them?" "So far," I answered as I tapped the wood surface of my desk for luck. "But what if they're really, really, really sick?" "I cure them all Katherine," I insisted. "Do you make all your patients disrobe for you doctor?" There was a touch of irritation back in Katherine's voice as she spoke. "Yes." "Even the men?" she probed. "I only accept female patients Miss O'Malley." "Whaaaat? Why?" "I'm a specialist," I answered. I could see the thoughts and questions swirling behind her eyes. "Men and women have completely different psychiatric problems." "But--" "You're a criminal lawyer Katherine, I'm sure you wouldn't try to advise me on real estate law would you?" "Of course not." "Well then why would I try to cure a man? Actually, I specialize even further Miss O'Malley." "You do?" "Yes ma'am," I said with a smile, "I only treat healthy, beautiful, young women. Between eighteen and thirty only. Period." "That's crazy! They're probably the people who need the least help." "Exactly," I said as I beamed at her in approval, then bent and wrote a few more words on my pad. Then looking back over at her I added, "I think we're making some wonderful progress Katherine." "You don't even know what's wrong with me," she complained but I could see she was reassured by my words. "We'll have you right as rain soon. By the way, that's one of the main reasons I had you disrobe. Just to make sure you are as advertised without clothes." "You mean you couldn't tell if I was pretty enough when I was dressed? If I met your standards?" I chuckled, then answered, "I have a colleague who treated a beautiful young woman for three years before he found out she was a man." "Three years?" "So you see Katherine, in one fell swoop I made sure I didn't waste three years of your valuable time and thousands and thousands of dollars of your money. And all it took was two minutes of your time." "That's crazy," my patient accused. "I'm not the one seeing a psychiatrist Katherine," I answered with a wide smile. "You think I'm crazy?" "Don't worry Katherine, I'll cure you," I promised. "In seventeen weeks right?" she asked wryly. "And week ones time is now almost up," I answered as I made a point of checking my watch. "Already? We didn't make much progress." "Patience my dear." "I should get dressed?" I nodded, then sat back in my chair and watched my patient as she dressed. There was no shyness in her actions as she pulled her panties up her legs, no turning away from me as she lifted the bra from the desk and covered the nipples that were arching erect up from the puffiness of her pink aureoles. In fact there was a strutting pride in her as she displayed herself to me. I could smell her excitement. Finally, dressed, she said, "So that's it?" "For this week," I agreed and watched as she turned towards the door. "But before you leave, I wonder if I could ask you one more small favor Miss O'Malley?" "Of course Doctor," she agreed, happy I think that her first session was over but also that I'd given her a definite time frame for her cure. Somehow, even though she'd sat naked in front of me for nearly fifty minutes, I knew she'd found it easier than she'd expected. "You may find it a strange request," I warned. There was a smile on her face when she answered, "Why aren't I surprised Doctor?" In just one session I'd relaxed her! "It is part of your cure," I promised, but then added, "mostly anyway." "Mostly? Well, what is it Doctor?" "I was wondering if you'd leave me your panties." "What! The ones I'm wearing? Why?" she asked. Immediately I could see her mind go into high gear. I simply waited. That was the beauty of having intelligent patients -- they always wanted to figure out everything themselves and in doing so opened themselves up to the probing doctor's eyes. "I have an important meeting in thirty minutes ... with some of the senior partners," she said stalling. I said nothing. "Alright, alright, I'll do it. I know these are more of these psychiatric tests aren't they? To see how I react. I'm right aren't I?" she asked as she quickly lifted the skirt of her suit and then slipped the lace trimmed panties from her loins and handed them to me. Doc Von Scouries: Case #01 "When was the last time you didn't wear any panties at work Katherine?" I probed. "What? Never I --" "I'd like you to go to your meeting this afternoon as you are now Katherine. Pantyless. Then next week you can tell me how it felt." "It's always about sex with you psychiatrists isn't it? I was afraid it would come to this. That's not really my problem you know," she instructed. "Could you please try it for me? Just once," I asked knowing that sex was the central issue here. She finally nodded her head yes and turned towards the door. "Katherine?" I said just as she was about to disappear through the door. "It's also for me." "What is?" Confusion spread across her face. "Can I tell you a secret?" I asked as she stepped back towards me. "Yes ... of course," she answered eagerly. "I have a panty fetish." "A what?" But then she broke into a smile. "You're just trying to test my responses again aren't you? I think I'm starting to understand you doctor," she said, then swept out of the office with a happy smile on her face. I'd definitely earned my five hundred bucks that hour! *** "You're disgusting," I heard accused from my doorway two minutes later. I was back sitting at my desk writing up my notes on Katherine's first session. My patient's panties were around my neck. "I'm the Doctor Miss G, you're simply the pretty receptionist." "Hah! You had a hard-on almost the whole time that little slut was in here." "Miss O'Malley is a respected member of the bar my dear." "She couldn't wait get her clothes off though could she? To show you her red tush," Gabrielle accused as she slowly lifted the hem of her short skirt. "I know where she'd like someone to shove their big member of the bar." My secretary was pantyless! "Did you get it all on camera?" I asked as I stood. "Of course I did." "And what other appointments do I have this afternoon?" I asked as I undid my belt. "None doctor," Gabrielle answered as her skirt slipped down her legs and pooled on the floor. "Bend over the desk," I ordered. "Are you going to be a big, bad doggie today Doctor?" she asked as she bent over so that her arms were splayed out to the side and her full, firm teenage breasts were squashed against the polished mahogany surface of my desk. "OUCH!" she complained after I'd brought my palm down in a hard slap on the round left cheek of her bum. But even as she complained she spread her feet wider, opening herself for the coming assault. "Pig," she accused as I penetrated her. "Pretty little bitch!" I answered as my cock split her. *** My name is Andrew William Von Scouries III, Andy for short. I happen to be a highly sexed, twenty-nine year old psychiatrist who, along with my baby sister, was raised by my grandfather after my parents had died when I was eleven. My grandfather, a gynecologist, and a womanizer of the first order, recognized the strength of my sexual drive very early on. And encouraged it! It was he who made sure I had a complete understanding of the female body. In fact he allowed me to observe some of his medical examinations through a one way mirror when I was still in high school. And it was he who directed me towards psychiatry when I'd first expressed an interest in following him into gynecology. "But I want to be a gynecologist grandpa," I'd complained. "If you can get into their minds you'll be able to get into their pants Andy," my sixty-seven year old grandfather had advised his eighteen year old grandson. And he'd been right! My grandfather had also happened to own one of the largest and most comprehensive collections of women's undergarments in the world. Which I'd inherited when he'd died. I had come by my panty fetish honestly! He'd also collected all manner of sexual toys and contraptions... Session #2 "Should I take off my clothes today doctor?" "No, that won't be necessary this week Miss O'Malley," I answered as I looked up at my patient. For just a second a look of disappointment flashed through her eyes. "Will I be on the special couch today?" It was clear she wanted to. "I save that for more advanced sessions Katherine," I said softly. I watched as her eyes came to rest on the panties I'd folded carefully and left on the corner of my desk. She immediately recognized them as the ones she'd left the week before. "Do you really have a panty fetish?" she asked as she sat. I knew without seeing them that the underwear she had on today was her very best... and sexiest. "I saw you in court this week," I said as I ignored her question. "No you didn't," she said with a certainty and speed that threw me momentarily. When she saw my questioning glance she hurried on. "I know every single person who's in any courtroom I'm working," she said with utter confidence. "You do? Even the spectators? But how? Why?" "I'm on stage Doctor. I'm performing." "But surely only for the Judge... the Jury," I interjected. "That's what some of my colleagues say Doctor but it's not true. You have to sell yourself to every member of the audience." "I see, but you know Katherine I was there," I still maintained after she'd finished her explanation. For seconds she sat silently, eyes closed. I could almost see the film that she was replaying in her mind. Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "The old man ... bearded ... on Tuesday afternoon ...the Wilson Company case, I wondered what he was doing there. He didn't fit. It was you," she accused. "You have a remarkable memory Miss O'Malley, a remarkable eye for details," I complimented; stunned she'd been able to go back in her mind and find me. I'd sat in the back of one of her courtrooms for two hours simply watching her perform, trying to get an idea of who she was. She'd been masterful. "Hah, I didn't even recognize you." I could see she was silently chiding herself for missing me. "You put on an extraordinary performance that day Miss O'Malley," I complimented. "You could be an actress, an Oscar winner," I added. "I acted in high school, in College," my new patient conceded, a hint of pride in her voice. "You dominated the courtroom. Your opponent, the jury, even the judge." And as I'd watched her that day I'd come to recognize the duality that had finally driven her to me. "You have to be strong Doctor," Katherine answered but as she talked in her confident way she spread her legs, clearly an unconscious movement, but also one that signaled her weakness. "So tell me about the meeting Miss O'Malley," I invited. "The meeting?" I didn't respond as I printed MEETING in capital letters on my pad. I knew she knew which meeting. "You mean after I left here last week?" she finally tried. I nodded yes. "About my being pantyless?" She asked. I nodded again. "It was just a normal meeting," she said nonchalantly. I smiled disbelievingly as I scrawled a few words on my pad. "Okay, maybe it wasn't completely normal," she conceded, an uneasy grin on her lips. "Did you have an orgasm during the meeting Katherine?" I interjected. "Of course not," my suddenly blushing patient protested. "You didn't have an urge to lift your dress and show yourself to the partners?" "Are you crazy? That's perverted. We're lawyers. Professionals. We were discussing the strategy for an upcoming multi million dollar corporate trial." "When was the last time you had an orgasm Katherine," I asked as I held my pen poised above the pad. "An orgasm?" she finally asked. I waited. "With a man?" the now beet red face of my patient asked. "I'm not interested in who was the agent of it my dear, just when it occurred." "Sex isn't my problem doctor. That's not why I'm here. I was afraid you'd only be interested in that ... in my dreams ... you psychiatrists," she accused. Again I simply waited her out. "Last week ... maybe ten days ago ... I masturbated," the lovely redhead finally admitted. "Are you a heterosexual Miss O'Malley?" "Yes, of course I am!" she answered quickly, almost shouting. "And when was the last time you had penile/vaginal intercourse Katherine?" My pen was writing furiously now. My patient's eyes darted back and forth from my face to the pad on the desk. "Three weeks ago ... no, maybe a month," she finally admitted. "You don't remember? Did you have an orgasm?" She was silent for second after second. I waited, pen poised. "Yes. More than one, that's not my problem," she finally blurted out. "You orgasm easily?" I probed. "Yes," she whispered back. "Every time?" "Yes." "Why haven't you had sex for a month then?" "I'm busy. At work. We often have to work late night after night. It's not that easy to meet men with the hours I'm working." The complaint was clear. "What about the partners? Your colleagues at work?" "I'd never... they can't know-" "Can't know what?" I asked. "That I'm weak, that I need ... that a strong man can--," my patient said softly before letting her voice trail off. "That a strong man can what?" I demanded. "Make me do things--" a blushing Katherine whispered. I didn't ask her what things that day. I knew we'd get into some of those things in the coming weeks. Instead I checked my watch, nodding to her to indicate our time was nearly up. "I want you to sleep with a man this weekend Katherine," I said as I stood up. "What? Who? I can't." "You're a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. How tough can it be?" "But-" "A student, yes, I think a young student. From the University," I instructed. "A student?" "Pick up a student ... a big cocked student ... have him take you home, have him fuck you, fuck you hard. Then we can talk about the things he made you do next week." "That's sick." "Is it?" I asked as I stared deep into her beautiful green eyes. "It's part of your cure. Will you do it?" I asked as she started to turn towards the door. For second after second she simply looked at me without answering. I waited. "I'll try," she said softly as she turned to go. "One second please Katherine." "Yes Doctor?" she said without turning, the doorknob in her hand. "Did you wear special underwear for me today Katherine?" "What?" she asked as she turned back to look at me. I knew she had so I just waited. "No, just my normal," she finally offered. "Show me." "My panties?" She asked. I nodded yes in answer. For seconds she watched me before lowering her fingers to the hem of her skirt and slowly raising it. "They're beautiful," I said reverentially when she'd completely revealed them. "Do you want them too?" "I'll trade you," I offered as I reached for the panties she'd left me the week before. "You don't want to keep those?" she asked as I placed last weeks panties in her hand. "They're damp... wet," my patient said as she fingered the soft lace. "Are they?" I asked as I brought the panties she'd just taken off up to my nose. "Yes, and they smell, smell of--" "Put them on Katherine." "Yes Doctor," the young red haired beauty answered, then pulled the semen stained panties up her legs. "Wear them back to work Katherine." "They're sticky," she said but I noted there was excitement in her eyes, not a complaint. "You can be both a strong woman and a submissive one Miss O'Malley," I said as I escorted her to the door. "It's hard Doctor," she whispered back as she slipped away. **** "She's so sick," my secretary said two minutes later as she stood in front of my desk, her hand resting on her hip. I was writing up my case notes. "She's a wonderful girl. In fact I almost asked her to get on her knees and suck me," I answered as I looked up. "You did not." "But then I decided to let you do it," I said unzipping as I stood up. "Do you think I'll put that ugly thing in my mouth," Gaby asked, then licked her lips. "Get on your knees," I ordered as I put my hand on the top of her head. "You're always so big after you've seen her," Gaby accused as she reached out and captured my cock. Session #3 "I think we'll use the couch today Katherine," I said as my patient entered the room. "We will?" I could see the interest, even excitement on her face. "If that's all right with you?" "Yes... yes, I'd like to Doctor. I've always wanted to... I mean... Should I disrobe?" I saw her eyes dart to the folded panties on the desk. "Only if you're worried about your suit. Yes, maybe it'd be better if you took it off." "My underwear too?" she asked after she'd stripped down to her bra and panties. "No, why not leave them on for now Katherine," I answered as I led her to the couch in an alcove to the right of my desk. Then added appreciatively, "they're beautiful, very sexy." "You like them?" she asked as she first sat, then lay back on my couch. "They're French ... from Jean Paul Gaultier." Her undergarments, a French hiphugger cut and made of silk, had a dainty flutter ruffle. "Expensive?" I asked, already knowing they were. "So-so," she answered as her hands went to the waistband of her panties. "You're wearing perfume today. And lipstick. Your hair, you prettied yourself for me, thank you," I encouraged. She blushed as she denied she'd done anything different today but we both knew she was lying. "You look lovely. Have the people at work noticed?" "I've done nothing different," she continued to deny. I decided to change the subject. "Did you have sex this week Katherine?" "Uh huh," she answered shyly. "A man?" She nodded as her fingers continued to fiddle at the ruffled waistband of her silk underwear. "Did he make you come?" She nodded again. "How'd you meet him?" "Like you suggested doctor, he was a student ... I met him in a bar, the one--" "Did he have a big penis?" I asked, interrupting her. "A what?" she whispered, but then she nodded yes. "Somehow he knew, he knew right away doctor ... just by looking at me. They always do." "He knew what Katherine?" "That he could fuck me. That I was weak ... a slut ... that he could do anything he wanted with me." As she talked she slipped her hand inside her panties. "Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy his big cock?" I demanded. I watched as her fingers moved under the thin cloth. "Yes," she whispered. "Did you come?" "Yes Doctor... more than once... he made me do things... dirty things." Her moving hand and fingers had forced her panties down her thighs and she was completely exposed to me as she finger fucked herself. "Did you like doing them?" "Yes," she groaned as her hips started to writhe. "Did you put his penis in your mouth Katherine?" "It was big Doctor, so big. But he didn't care. He held my head as he forced it between my lips." Then she stopped talking as her orgasm started to tremor through her body. It was a good two minutes before she pulled the dripping finger from between her legs. The smell of her sex was thick in the air. "I'm a slut aren't I Doctor?" she finally asked. "You're a beautiful, intelligent, highly sexed but completely normal woman Katherine." "I am?" "Now get dressed, our time is almost up," I said. I didn't try to hide the desire I felt for her from my voice. I watched as her eyes drifted down to the large bulge in my pants. "Should I leave you my panties?" "Please," I answered as I took the panties from her fingers. I ran them up her moist slit and then pushed them under my belt and down onto my cock. "I can't come next week Doctor," the young lawyer said as she stood up. Her eyes were still zeroed in on my groin. "You can't?" I asked. "I won't be able to get away. A big case ... a very big case." "What about at night," I offered. "We'll be working late every night. It's important." "You have to eat. Next Wednesday, I'll pick you up at seven. We'll have dinner and we'll talk." "I can't." "We have to cure you Katherine. I'll see you Wednesday," I promised. **** "Put on Katherine's panties," I ordered as soon as Gaby entered the room. "Yuck, they're dirty, they smell," my secretary said dismissively as she held them out at arms length. "Hurry," I ordered as I lowered my zipper. "She's not as sexy as I am," she answered as she pulled the soiled panties up her legs. Session #4 It was just after seven p.m. on the following Wednesday evening when I walked into the lobby of the twenty-fourth floor offices of our cities largest law firm. "She can't be disturbed, they're in conference," a snotty receptionist informed me when I asked for Miss O'Malley. I was tempted to bend the snobby upper-class bitch over her desk and teach her a little politeness. "I have a date with her young lady," I announced as I continued past her desk. "You can't go in there," was squealed in response but I was already fifteen feet down the hall. There were eleven people arranged around a conference table when I finally found the room they were using -- ten perfectly coiffed men in expensive pin striped suits and all sporting colorful two hundred dollar silk ties - and Katherine. They all looked up in surprise when I burst into the room. "Ready honey?" I asked before any of them could challenge me. "We're pretty busy Andrew," she answered as ten sets of eyes flashed from me to her. It was the first time she'd used my given name. "You have to eat sweetie," I said as I let my eyes roam around the room. "Doesn't she gentlemen?" I asked as I reached out my hand. "Well--" the oldest and the man who I assumed was the senior man there started. The rest of them were sitting with stunned looks on their faces. "I'll have her back in an hour and a half," I promised and had my patient out through the door before another word of protest could be voiced. "Oh my gawd, you're crazy," Katherine said as I led her towards the bank of elevators. I knew she was happy. "It's you who's seeing the psychiatrist," I said as we entered the elevator. "They'll think you're my boyfriend." "So? Is there something wrong with me? They must know you're a woman who attracts men." "They think I'm the Ice Queen," she admitted ruefully. "That's because you wanted them to," I accused as the elevator doors shut behind me. "But now that you're using make-up and doing your hair differently--" "I am not," she denied. "Liar. Now give me your panties." "Whaaaat! Here in the elevator?" "Yes." "I think they have cameras," she answered as her eyes flicked around the walls. "Hurry." "You're so bad, soooo baaaaad," she complained as she quickly lifted her skirt and then started to lower her panties. A little cheeky, lace pair of low rise, cherry pink hiphuggers I discovered when she'd stepped out of them and handed them to me. Five minutes later we were sitting side by side in a dimly lit corner booth in my favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant. "Lift your skirt," I ordered once our waiter had delivered our menus and left. "Here?" "I want to see your pussy. Don't you want to show it to me tonight Katherine?" She shook her head no even as she slowly pulled up her skirt. "I'm a lawyer ... I want you to cure me," she implored as she bared her red triangle of pubic hair. "Do you?" I asked as our waiter returned to take our orders. **** Fifty minutes later, as we were drinking a dinner ending cup of coffee, Katherine surprised me by asking out of the blue, "Do you sleep with your secretary?" "Yes." "You do? She's so young," Katherine accused. "I love her." "Where'd you meet her?" Before answering I reached into my pocked and fished out my wallet. After pulling out a dollar I offered it to her. "What's that for?" "I want to put you on retainer," I told her. "Why?" "So our conversation will be protected by lawyer/client confidentiality rules." Doc Von Scouries: Case #01 "But," she started as she took the buck from my fingers. "Gaby's my sister." "WHAAAAAAAAAT!" her squeal of outrage echoed around the restaurant. "Oh my gaaaawd," she finally hissed. As she sat open mouthed looking at me I grabbed the young lawyers hand and placed it in my lap. "What are you doing?" she finally hissed as she looked up and checked to see if any of the other diners could see what was going on. As she asked her question I felt her fingers as they traced the hardness in my pants. "Take it out." "Here? I have to get back to work ... please Doctor," she insisted even as she lowered my zipper. "Pull it out." "NO! Somebody will see," she said as her hand slipped through my fly and found my cock. "Masturbate me ... use your panties," I added as I slipped her panties into her hand. "We can't," she said as her warm palm circled my cock and then started to pump me. "It's part of your cure." "It is not! No doctor acts like this," she insisted but her fingers never stopped. "Remember, you're on the clock Miss O'Malley," I answered with a grin. "You think I'm paying for this? To masturbate you? You really are crazy." Still her hand continued to pump me. "And you have to pay for dinner too. And don't complain, you'll probably charge it to your big corporate client anyway." I put her dainty panties over my cockhead just as my penis started to jerk in her hand. Then when I'd finished I ordered her to put them back on. "They'll smell it," she protested. "So? They'll just think that we had sex. Which is a completely normal thing for a beautiful, sexy young women to do with her boyfriend." "Everyone in the office will hear about it. You wouldn't believe how they gossip." "That's good. It'll help your cure," I promised as I escorted her from the restaurant. "It's time they realized what a sexy lawyer they have working there." "I'm not a partner. I'll never get to be one if they find out." "Well then, we better make sure they make you a partner sooner than later won't we?" "No one becomes a partner until they've been there at least ten years." "You're not everyone Katherine." **** Gaby was still up when I got home. In our bed. "I told her," I said to my sister as I slipped between the sheets. "What'd you tell her?" Gaby was naked. "I told her she'd made me so horny at dinner that I was going home to fuck my sister." "Promises, promises," Gaby said in disdain. But her hand reached for my cock! Session #5 "Will I be on the couch today doctor?" Katherine asked the second she was through my door. "Yes please." Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the can of shaving cream that sat on the edge of my desk and the razor that sat on a folded towel next to it. "They're lovely," I said, unable to hide the admiration in my voice as she exposed this weeks undergarments. A little push up, turquoise demi bra with lace trim and matching Brazilian cut panties. "Should I take them off?" "Could I?" "Of course," she invited as she lay back. "I'm going to shave you today Katherine," I told her as I slipped her panties down her thighs. "But I thought you liked unshaven woman. I thought you liked my red hair." "We still have twelve weeks to go Katherine. I'll get to see it grow back." "But I -" "Gaby's going to help us." "Your sister? She is?" "Yes," I answered as I pressed the button on my intercom. Katherine watched me as I spoke, "Please come in now Gaby. Yes, bring the hot water." Seconds later my sister strolled into my office carrying a basin of steaming hot water and with a large handbag hanging from her shoulder. She was otherwise naked. Katherine's gaping eyes never left my sister as she placed the basin on my desk and then opened the handbag and proceeded to take a video recorder and a folded tripod from it. She continued to watch as Gaby set up the tripod next to the desk and then attached the video cameras to it. "Are you really his sister?" my patient finally asked. "Yes." "What are you doing?" she asked as she nodded at the camera. "We film every session," Gaby answered as she continued to work on the camera. "Are we going to shave her on the desk?" she asked as she turned to me. I nodded yes. "You're going to film me? Did you film the other sessions?" my patient asked me. There was more than a touch of panic in her voice. "Please sit up here on the desk Katherine," I instructed as I dipped a washcloth into the steaming water. "But-" "Show her where to lie Gaby." Katherine let my sister lead her to the desk and made no further protest as my sister placed her lengthwise with her legs hanging over the end. I rolled my chair so that I was positioned between them. I then placed the steaming cloth on the red triangle of my patient's pubic hair. "The shaving cream Gaby," I demanded as I reached out my hand palm up towards her. Katherine watched as Gaby put the can in my hand. I lifted the cloth from her loins. Steam was rising from her sex. Her whole body twitched on the desk the second I sprayed the thick, white foam between her legs. "Try not to move Katherine," I instructed as I lifted the razor. She groaned softly when she felt the sharp blade lightly glide across her mound. "She's beautiful isn't she?" I asked my secretary as I worked. "I suppose... for a redhead," my little sister said dismissively. "I love redheads," I teased back. I continued to shave my nervous patient. "Yeah, but you're a pervert." "Careful Doctor," Katherine broke in timidly. "You have a beautiful pussy," I complimented when I'd completely bared the young lawyer. "I have?" "Look at her lips Gaby," I instructed as I bent over and spread my patient's legs. "Her labia majoris and minoras, they're extraordinary," I gushed. "It's not as neat as mine, it sticks out everywhere," my little sister answered. There was a touch of jealousy in her voice. "And a perfectly developed clitoris to boot," I added as I softly caressed my patients sex. "That's one of the main reasons Miss O'Malley orgasms so quickly and so often," I added as I continued to stroke her. Katherine groaned. "Mine's nicer," Gaby insisted. Katherine's body started to buck under my ministrations and soon her squeals of pleasure were echoing around the office. "See what happens each time I touch her here?" I asked as my finger plucked her straining pink clitoris. Then Katherine started to scream. "She's very noisy Doctor," my secretary said as a post orgasmic Katherine lay moaning and panting on my desk. "You'll have to cure her of that," Gaby added, then turned, picked up the video equipment and then left the office without another word. "Should I dress now doctor?" my patient asked timidly. "Please Katherine." "We didn't make much headway today did we?" she asked once she'd put her underwear back on. "We're making great headway ... we're right on track," I insisted with my warmest doctorly smile. "Well--" "You're doing wonderfully." She finished buttoning her blouse and then asked, "Are you going to sleep with me? Is that part of the cure?" There was both hope and fear in the question. "Of course I'm going to sleep with you." "You are?" there was excitement in her eyes. "Yes, as soon as you're cured." "But--" "It would be wrong of me to sleep with one of my patients if she was still crazy! You know that. Unethical." Gaby, coming back into the office heard my words. "You're still nuts Miss O'Malley," my secretary said in her most adult tone. "But not for much longer Miss Von Scouries," Katherine answered. I could see she wasn't going to take much more guff from my sister. "I'll see you next week my dear," I said as I took her arm and started to lead her out of the office. But Gaby wasn't finished. "Would you like to watch us sometime?" Gaby asked just before Katherine was about to escape through the door. "Watch you what?" "Watch us when we do it," my sister added as she curled her naked body around mine. "It's against the law. I'm an officer of the court," Katherine protested. "But do you want to watch Andy put his big cock in his sister?" Gaby asked. "Yes," finally slipped softly from my patients lips. Then she rushed out the door. ***** "Now I'm going to shave you," I promised my sister after Katherine had left. "You were a very bad girl today," I chided. "Oh no you don't, it's my turn to shave you," she announced. "Is it?" I asked as I lay back on the desk. I smiled up at her as she sprayed the shaving cream all over my cock and balls. Session #6 "Tell me about your first time Katherine?" I asked. "Should I take off my clothes?" "If you like," I answered. "I was nineteen, a sophomore," she finally started when she'd got down to her underwear. She was lying supine on my analysts couch. "What? You didn't have sex until you went to college?" Gaby asked in surprise. She aimed the camera at the juncture of Katherine's legs. "My parents were strict ... I had to study ... every night. I wasn't allowed to date. Besides, I didn't develop early ... my breasts ... my-" "But didn't you want to?" I didn't interrupt as I listened, instead I let Gaby lead the conversation. "I didn't know... I mean it really hadn't started," Katherine stammered. "What hadn't?" "The itch, the need," the young lawyer answered simply. "When did you see your first cock?" my sister asked crudely even as her hand reached into my lap and started to caress me through my pants. "I hadn't, not til the first time, when he did it," she answered. "Did what?" Gaby demanded as she lowered my zipper and then snaked her hand through the opening. "Raped me, raped me with his ugly cock," Katherine blurted as she watched my sister pull my cock out into the air. "Who raped you?" I asked. "A professor at the University. An old man. God, he was nearly sixty. A Professor Higgins. It was at the end of my second year at university, between the end of classes and our exams. I'd gone to see him to discuss some questions on the course I had. I wanted an A." "And he raped you?" my sister asked. "He'd always been nice to me, helpful, all year. I'd been in his office before. I thought he was a gentleman." "And what happened," I encouraged. "He taught a history course, I wanted a clarification on a point I wasn't sure of. He just laughed when I asked. Then he stood up and walked over and locked the door." "Didn't you do anything? Say anything?" Gaby asked. "Not then. I just thought he wanted to make sure we weren't disturbed." "Yeah right," my sister grumbled knowingly. "Then what'd he do?" "He lowered his pants." "Gross!" "Then he pulled me from my chair, forced me to my knees, grabbed my hair," Katherine remembered, the fear she'd felt that day clear in every word. "Didn't you yell for help?" "I didn't know ... I didn't understand." "Then what?"Katherine couldn't answer through her tears. "Was he big?" I asked, finally interjecting myself into the recital. "He put me on his desk. Lifted my skirt and then tore the panties from my legs, ripped them," Katherine sobbed. "And then," I encouraged in my gentlest voice. "He fucked me. It hurt doctor. It hurt so much, so, so much. My blood was dripping down between my legs. He yelled at me when he saw it. He said I'd ruined some of his student's essays. Then he started to laugh, found it funny my virgin blood was all over his desk. I tried to escape, to run--" "He caught me. Wouldn't let me go. Said he wasn't finished yet." "He did it a second time?" my sister asked. Her hand started to pump my penis. "He was almost as big as your brother, but his was ugly," Katherine answered as her eyes followed Gaby's moving hand. "What happened then," I encouraged. An extraordinary excitement was flowing through me as I heard a patient describe being raped even as my sister masturbated me in front of her. "He forced me face first over his desk ... kicked my legs apart ...stuck his hand between my legs, then--" "He put it in your ass?" Gaby asked. I could tell she was excited as I was. I pushed her head down into my lap. "No, not that time. He put it in my pussy and then reached under and grabbed my breasts. He kept calling me his cock slut, his little coed cock slut as he fucked me. It was horrible!" "But he made you cum didn't he," I asked as I felt Gaby's lips slip over my cockhead. "NO ... noooooooo!" my crying patient denied. "Katherine!" "He made me Doctor! He just kept doing it and doing it. Then it started to happen. I didn't even know what it was at first." Gaby pulled her mouth from my cock. "He made you cum?" "It wasn't my fault, it wasn't Doctor," my patient said between her tears, her plea clear. "Of course it wasn't Katherine, he was a criminal." "He did it again. And he laughed the whole time. Then he put it in my mouth." As my patient continued to describe her ordeal Gaby lowered her mouth back onto my cock. "He told me I'd fail if I didn't come back the next day. And to come every day until the exams were over. I wouldn't have got into Law School Doctor if I hadn't obeyed him." Finally I couldn't hold it anymore. Completely oblivious to my patient now my hands went to the back of Gaby's head and forced every inch of my throbbing penis deep into her throat. Katherine watched silently, her mouth open, almost as if she'd like to be swallowing the penis my sister was near choking on. When I'd finished, when the last stream of sperm had splashed from my prick, Gaby slowly pulled away from my softening penis. Both Katherine and I could see the pool of white cream in my sister's mouth when my cockhead finally popped free. She turned and looked up at my patient. "Do you want some?" she asked as my cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. "No! Of course not. What are you doing?" she squealed as my sister brought her lips to Katherine's. Minutes later, with my sticky cream still on her lips and with a thin strand hanging from the corner of her mouth, Katherine fled. **** "Poor girl," I said to my sister after our patient had fled. "She was lying. She probably seduced the old man to get her A." "Gaby!" I chided, then added, "and we're supposed to have sex after the patient leaves, not when she's here." "I was hungry," the saucy little vixen replied. "So was that red haired slut! You shoulda felt what she did with her tongue when it was in my mouth." "Show me," I encouraged. Session #7 It was a week later and I'd told Katherine to meet me for lunch at one of our cities most popular eateries. It was a restaurant which had always been favored by our cities legal heavyweights. Of course it was very expensive. "Am I paying," were the first words out of my patients mouth when she joined me at my table. "Not today." "I'm not?" She couldn't keep the surprise or the suspicion out of her voice. "I've arranged for someone else to pay," I said with a smile. "Someone else? So we won't be able to discuss my condition?" I shook my head no. "Who are we eating with?" "One of your legal confreres, from another firm, someone who's heard of your brilliant legal mind," I said just as I saw the man who'd handled the Von Scouries family legal account for the last twenty-five years come through the front doors. A roommate of my fathers during his University days he was now the senior managing partner at the largest competitor of Katherine's firm. "It's time we got you a partnership," I added. Katherine was looking over my shoulder. "Oh my gawd! It's Mr. Woodhouse. I shouldn't," Kathleen whispered as she looked around the room to see who was watching. "Why not?" "They'll know I ate with him, they'll wonder why." "Who will?" "The partners. Mr. Crutchfield will be told." Even I knew who Mr. Crutchfield was. "That's exactly what I'm hoping for Miss O'Malley." As it turned out we had a delightful lunch. John Woodhouse, who'd acted as a surrogate father to me after my father had died, was one of the smoothest operators in the business and had been more than eager to meet one of his competitor's brightest minds. And during lunch he'd made it very clear he'd welcome a job inquiry from my patient. "He'll hear about it Andy. Mr. Crutchfield I mean," she said to me as soon as John had left us after lunch. "Of course he will. Why do you think I organized it?" "But--" "If he won't make you a partner the hell with him," I said nonchalantly. "He's a monster. What if he simply takes me? Puts me over his knee, makes me--" "He's old, besides he's a respected lawyer," I interrupted. "He's not, he's like you doctor." "What? Like me. In what way?" "He's not afraid to take what he wants. When he wants. Who he wants. All the other partners are terrified of him. He's the firms 'Rainmaker', the man who makes everything go. Once in a while I feel his eyes on me, they're almost reptilian doctor. I know what he wants." "What does he want?" "You know," she answered softly. "Tell me," I insisted. "To put his big, dirty cock in me." "Is it big?" "It must be." "If he calls you to his office today I want you to remember something." I started. "Remember what?" "He may want you as a woman. He may even take you." "Yuck! He's ugly. Andy, I don't want him to. I work there. What if everyone finds out?" "He'll never tell anyone. He's the type who'll love the idea that he's fucked one of his partners. And he'll definitely not want to lose you. He'll also be a little nervous of you Katherine." "He will?" "Even if he's almost one hundred percent sure he can control you there'll be just a smidgeon of doubt in his mind. He'll be worried about his reputation. What if you talk?" "He'll rape me, I know he will." "He'll be worried you might quit. Might embarrass him. Whether he takes you or not, no matter what happens this afternoon Katherine, when you leave his office he has to know you'll leave the firm if you're not made a partner. And not in five years." "He scares me Doctor," the young lawyer protested. "And excites you?" "No," the young beauty denied. "Don't wear panties to the meeting Katherine." "Whaaaaat?" "That's your doctors best advice, in fact take them off now." "Here?" "I hate you," she proclaimed sixty seconds later. Then turned and left the restaurant. A lacy, periwinkle blue, v-string was lying on the table in front of me. Session #8 Friday Night Katherine went back to her office that afternoon with more than a little trepidation. And Mr. Crutchfield made her wait all afternoon before she got the summons to the managing partner's inner sanctum. It was three days later before I heard the story and the news. It was five fifteen Friday afternoon and Gaby and I, after a long day in the office, were trying to decide whether to go out or stay in for dinner when the phone rang. "Doctor Von Scouries office," I answered. "Guess who you're talking to?" were the first words down the line. The voice was happy. "Is it Katherine Erin O'Malley by any chance?" I asked, having recognized her at once. "No, you happen to be talking to the latest addition to the masthead of the firm Crutchfield, Barren and Murphy, the number one Law Practice--" "You got it?" "Yes." The jubilation in my patient's voice was unmistakable. "I told you it'd be a piece of cake." "It wasn't that easy Andy. You should have been there. He's an animal." "Well why don't you get dressed up in your finest and then come over and tell us all about it. In fact, since you're now a rich partner, you can take us both out to dinner." "Your sister too?" **** Doc Von Scouries: Case #01 Katherine arrived at just after seven thirty dressed to the nines. No business suit that night. In fact we all dressed up for the occasion. Gaby, beautiful in a slinky black silk number that highlighted her breasts and her blondness, was matched by my patient who was in a décolleté, spaghetti strapped, dark green, silk jersey dress. Both were in high heels. Neither female had bothered with a bra. Their breasts danced under the thin silk when we'd walked into the restaurant. I could smell their sexual need. It was only after the coffee and dessert had arrived that my patient started to tell us the story. "He fucked me. Like an animal. It was rape," Katherine suddenly started. "Right in his office?" Gaby asked. "The second I was through the door of his office I knew what he was going to do. It was just like my old professor." "What did he do?" "You little slut, he screamed. Before I'd even sat down. He spat it out and then came around his desk and grabbed me. Slapped me." "The prick!" my sister ejaculated. "Ripped off my clothes. Told me he was going to teach me a lesson. Then he bent me over his desk." "You were naked?" my sister asked needlessly. We were both excited. "He has a big, fat cock. It's ugly. Purple and bumpy and ugly," my patient added. "He rammed it into me. Then he kept calling me his little Irish whore as he pumped his cock into my cunt." "Your cunt? You shouldn't call it that," Gaby admonished. "He called it that! BITCH ... CUNT ... WHORE ... TRAITOROUS SLUT he yelled as his sperm splashed inside me." "Oh my God! He's supposedly a respected member of the bar and he did that?" Gaby asked. "Hasn't he heard about sexual discrimination in the workplace? You should sue him," my sister added indignantly. "Hah! You sleep with your boss." "He's my brother. That's not covered under that specific law." "Oh, so now you're a legal expert?" Katherine asked sarcastically. "Well at least I'm not some redhaired slut who sleeps with her boss to get a promotion," Gaby shot back. "Girls, girls! Please let Katherine finish her story Gaby. So what happened then?" I asked as I turned to my patient. "The next time we did it right on the floor doctor. I was on my hands and knees. He kept calling me his little red haired lawyer bitch. That he was going to teach me everything I'd ever need to know about breaking and entering. He spanked my rear every time he thrust his ugly fat cock into me. He's a gross pig." "I thought he was an old man," Gaby protested. "Then he made me take it in my mouth. All of it. It hardly fit. 'Suck it', he ordered as he grabbed my hair and pulled me against him. He tasted terrible ... I was gagging ... and then when he started to cum he pulled it out. Splattered my face and hair with his sticky goo." "You should have bitten it off. I would have," my sister insisted. "Then he turned me over onto my hands and knees. Spanked me. Then he pushed his dirty cock back into me." "Into your ass?" "No. But he pushed his finger into my anus as he fucked me. It hurt. Then, when he was finished, I was lying on the floor, on my stomach, crying. I could feel his sperm oozing out. And do you know what he said?" Gaby and I, both enthralled by Katherine's story, shook our heads no. "He said, Now little missy, go back to your office and make up for the time you've wasted here. I couldn't believe it. Then he said If you're a good little girl for the next six years then maybe we'll talk about a partnership. You shoulda seen the look on his face!" "What a shit," Gaby spat out. "What'd did you do?" "I was so mad! I stood up and started for the door. Naked!" "You did?" "Yes. And when he asked me just what the hell I thought I was doing I told him I was going down to my office to fill out my retirement papers. Then I was going to call the competition and accept their job offer." "I didn't know they'd offered you a job. Andy just said you had lunch, not an interview or anything." "He didn't know that. Then I told him that once I'd accepted the partnership offer from the competition that I was going to sit down and prepare a sexual discrimination suit against him. And the firm. For three million dollars! That is after I'd had my secretary take pictures taken of my bruised and sperm covered body. After I'd collected samples of his smelly sperm. Then I told him I was going to call the Tribune." "You did?" came from an obviously astonished and impressed Gaby. "Good for you Katherine," I told my patient. "What did he do then?" "I was trembling. Scared. I knew he was capable of doing anything. He was fuming! I wanted to run. I was so scared." "But you didn't?" Katherine shook her head no. "Good for you," Gaby supplied. "You were right Doctor." "He was?" "You can be both strong and weak. He came right up to me Doctor. Slapped me. Then he grabbed and squeezed my breasts. It hurt so much. But I just stared at him, dared him." "And he broke first?" I asked. "The second his eyes dropped I knew I'd won, it was like I was in court with a reluctant witness," my patient said proudly. "So they've made you a partner, you should be ecstatic," my sister said when Katherine had finally finished her tale. "He'll do it to me again, I know he will, he's a pig. He promised me I'd pay for it," my patient protested. "Why are you complaining? You probably enjoyed it didn't you? You're a slut, you loved his big cock." "I DID NOT!" "Did you cum?" "He made me." "Hah! You could have stopped him, you're a slut." Gaby accused. "That's not true is it Andy?" my patient implored. "And you should call him Doctor, not Andy," sis instructed, then added, "You know we'll have to increase your hourly consultation rate from now on." "What! You already charge me five hundred dollars an hour! Besides I'm cured. You heard your brother." "You're not totally cured. And all our patients have to finish their seventeen weeks. It's our rule." "Is it Doctor?" Katherine asked. "Maybe you should just ask yourself how much money my brother and I have made you by helping you get named a partner six years early. I'll bet it'll add up to at least a million dollars." "You didn't cure me, you're just the secretary." "You new rate is one thousand dollars. So there," my sister answered huffily. They both turned to me. I'd had enough! "Take off your panties please Katherine." "Why?" "You just said you were cured didn't you?" She nodded shyly. "And what did I tell you was going to happen when you were cured?" "I don't know." Defiant. "What was I going to do to you when you were cured young lady?" "I wouldn't, she's not worth it Andy, she'll sleep with anyone," Gaby said angrily. "I'd never sleep with my brother," came back from my patient. "Forget her Andy, I tell you she's just not worth it." "I am so!" Katherine insisted, then stood up, lifted her dress to her waist and then quickly pushed her panties down her legs. A second later, after her flimsy red thong had been deposited on the table in front of me she said, "You said you were going to fuck me when I was cured." "Yes I did," I agreed. Gaby, not to be outdone quickly deposited her white lace boyshorts on top of them. We left the restaurant without waiting for the desert tray. I left the panties as a tip. **** There is nothing in the world better than a responsive woman, a woman who can't hide her pleasure from a strong man who simply takes her. A woman who's both strong and yet so weak. Who orgasms at the slightest touch. I had Gaby drive us home while I stripped the young lawyer of her clothes in the back seat. And by the time Gaby had the car in the Von Scouries garage the young redhead was screaming out her need. "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!" She demanded. Every caress of her milky white breasts, every tweak of her puffed up nipples, every stroke of her clitoris was met by a groan and an urgent upward arching of her body. The car reeked of her sex. She was so, so needy. And ready. Open! I didn't even wait until we got to the bedroom. Instead I took her on the stairs leading up to the second floor. Set her down on the third stair and then slammed into her. Hard fucking. Wet fucking. Loud fucking. She was a woman that demanded a strong man, a big man, but once that man had found her she had no defenses. She couldn't hide her need, her pleasure. And as I pumped my seed deep into the young lawyer her vagina spasmed uncontrollably along my cock's full length. Afterwards I didn't let Gaby join us in bed that first night. Instead she was put in charge of filming the evening's activities. But she was allowed to join us the next morning after she'd cooked us breakfast. The three of us then fucked all weekend. Katherine Erin O'Malley's Final Session "I'm really cured? I am aren't I?" Katherine asked. I couldn't help but notice the touch of regret in her voice. She was lying spread-eagled on my desk, my creamy sap oozing out from between her legs. Her pubic triangle of red curls, some twelve weeks after she'd been shorn, had reappeared in all their previous glory. For the last eight weeks the young lawyer had dutifully appeared at my office for her appointed session. We'd explored her sexual need in all its ramifications. We'd discussed strategies that would allow this brilliant young lawyer to lead a successful professional life even while allowing her to submit to the strong men who'd always be able to take her. I taught her that her that her supposed affliction was in fact a gift. That very few women were granted the ability to experience the sexual pleasure she was able to. I'd fucked her hard and long. Week after week. Spanked her and then filled her ass. Used her. In every possible way. And every last time her body responded. Every single time! And she always wanted more. Each week she'd stumble out of my office, always sans panties, my cum dripping down her legs. Smiling. And then she'd go back to work and dazzle everyone in her firm with her brilliance. Gaby billed her one thousand dollars an hour for those eight weeks. Katherine had paid without a complaint. Of course Crutchfield didn't tell a soul about what had happened that afternoon. That's not to say he'd allowed her a free ride. Instead he'd instituted a monthly what he'd called a 'Senior Partner/Junior Partner mentoring lesson'. The first of these monthly 'lessons' took place the day after she'd officially been appointed a partner. She'd hated what he was doing to her. But somewhere deep inside herself she enjoyed it. Gaby had attended every one of Katherine's weekly sessions with me. Filmed them and participated. During one session, as Katherine was riding me, my little sister, a minx from day one, appeared with a strap-on and made my patient the filling of a Von Scouries family sandwich. And even though she complained afterwards, she enjoyed it immensely! Mind you, a couple of sessions later, I did let her get even with Gaby. Other times the two would lick my cock to life, their tongues dueling, and then argue between themselves as to who would get to ride the erection first. It had turned into the best sex any of us had ever enjoyed. "I told you I'd cure you in seventeen weeks," I answered with a smile. My cock, still half erect, was hanging heavily down between my legs. "I won't see you anymore?" I could see my lovely young lawyer was going to be awash in tears at any second. "Of course you will, just not as my patient," I tried to assure the young beauty as I helped her to her feet. "You're cured." "I know!" Katherine was as happy as I'd seen her. "And will you still want to sleep with me?" I put my finger to my lips and then whispered, "Of course, who do you think is going to be the father of your babies? But just don't tell Gaby." "My baaaaaabies?" "You don't think I'm going to let Mr. Crutchfield or some horny, big cocked student get you pregnant do you? You Miss O'Malley are not going to have ugly lawyer babies, you're going to have Von Scouries babies." "I'm not ready--" "Of course you're not. But when you are..." And she will be some day... Katherine skipped out of my office... ***** "I'm glad she's gone, she thinks she's soooooooo smart," my secretary announced huffily after returning from escorting our patient from the building. "She's a lovely young woman Gaby, someone a young girl like you can learn a great deal from," I teased. "A slut," my sister answered as she let the dress she was wearing slip off her shoulders. Of course she had nothing on under it. She came over and sat in my lap. "I have to write up the case notes," I protested even as my arm encircled her naked teenage body. "Hah!" she scoffed as she wriggled her body suggestively in my lap. "Does this mean we don't have any more patients today Miss G?" The little minx didn't answer, instead simply groped down between her legs and grasped my throbbing sex. Ten minutes later, as we both lay panting on the office floor, my semen deep within my sister, she answered my previous question, "No doctor, we don't have any more patients today." After a pause she added, "But Andy we do have a new one starting tomorrow." "Whaaaat! We do? Already?" "Uh huh. Your friendly G.P. referred another one to us." "She did? You girls are working me to the bone." "Yeah right! Mr. Overworked, like you work maybe ten hours a week." It took only seconds for both of us to break into smiles, then seconds later the two of us had broken into laughter. "So who is she?" I finally asked. "You're going to love this one dear brother." "I am?" "She's a dentist." "A what? I hate dentists. You know I hate dentists," I complained. "A Chinese one, and she's got big problems, I read the file Amanda sent over," Gaby added with a smug smile. "And you know what dear brother, I don't think you're going to be able to cure Doctor Woo in any seventeen weeks." "Oh Woo'nt I?" I asked as I pushed my again erect cock deep inside my little sister. THE END Thanks for taking the time to read my story -- I hope you enjoyed it. I do have another Dr. Von Scouries case to report, the next one putting our oversexed, big cocked doctor up against a beautiful, sexy, inscrutable, dark haired Chinese dentist with major sexual problems. That is if you'd like me to. If you let me know you enjoyed this story (by voting, by commenting, by e-mailing) I'll continue it. If you don't let me know you liked this one I'll move on to something else. It's up to you! And if you like my stories whdon't you add me to your FAVORITE AUTHORS list. Thanks, Jim