1 comments/ 19063 views/ 12 favorites Doctor's Cure Ch. 01 By: Magna12 My friend Bill has a wife who has been edgy and nervous, probably from pressure at work but also due to issues in her home life. Bill and I have known each other for a few years, and I've met his wife Daisy several times. Bill said that she had recently become touchy and withdrawn. Over coffee, he told me that he can hardly stand it at home because Daisy is always impatient with him and snappy. "It's just not like her. Not like the wife I used to have," he told me. I tried to sympathize with him and ask questions to see if I might have some ideas to help him. Bill also talked about recurring medical problems that restrict his activity more and more. Nothing lethal, he just needs to reduce his heart rate and be careful about exerting himself too much. I asked, "Do you think Daisy is reacting to her work or to concern about your condition, or both?" Bill answered, "It could be both. I know she's under stress at work," and added, "she just doesn't seem to relax or to enjoy relaxing anymore." I'm not sure why I thought of this, but I asked, "Bill, do you mind if I ask a personal question?" "No, not at all," he replied. "How's the sex life in your marriage?" Bill smiled, then got serious, "Well, when we were young we were plenty active in that department, but it's been a long time since we really did it." I was getting interested, "Like how long?" Bill thought a moment, "Something like six months, I guess." We sipped on coffee for a few moments, then I said, "Something is causing Daisy to be like this. It could be work or worry. But sexual satisfaction could be a big part of the problem, don't you?" My cock was squirming as I thought about his cute wife needed to be fucked. Bill pondered what I said, "Yeah, I suppose that could be true, but she never signals interest, and even if she did, my energy level isn't there anymore. I mean, I could do it, but I guess my condition sends off negative vibes to her." I decided to take the plunge and said, "This could be caused any number of things, Bill, and if it about her bodily relaxation and pleasure, there are some things you could do to help her." "Like what?" he said. "Well, there's a bunch of things that husbands and wives do, but I don't know what's possible for you and Daisy." "Go on," Bill said. "To start with, there are marital aids, you know, like dildos and vibrators and mechanical stuff that might be helpful." Bill smiled, "Years ago we tried some of those, but they sort of left us both cold. They were too impersonal." "I know what you mean," I said. "I once had a girlfriend who had an elaborate gizmo in her home that she could mount and fuck herself with a machine. It surprised me, and she let me watch her on it once. But it didn't really excite me." Changing the direction of our chat, I told Bill, "An old friend of mine is a doctor who specializes in neurology and gynecology. He told me that this problem you're having is common in married couples as they grow older. Would you and Daisy consider consulting with a doctor?" Bill looked thoughtful. The idea of counseling was not appealing, but consulting a doctor did make sense to him. "That's a possibility," he said. "If you want, I'd be glad to give you an introduction. He is Dr. Frederick James. You can look him up or I can have him contact you." Fred James and I had been roommates in college and friends ever since. Back then, I gave him the nickname "Donkey" because Fred had what has to be a world class cock. In the showers, even the guys would check out his appendage. It was thicker and longer than any of the other guys, and he got a lot of teasing. Once I barged into our room while Fred was giving himself a hand job, and that's when I fully appreciated what a really big dick looked like. He just smiled at me and kept on pumping what looked like a foot long cock. Wouldn't you know he would go into gynecology? He once jokingly told me, "I went into it for the pussy, and it's a gold mine, but of course my work involved life and death situations. It's never fun and games, but the ladies do undress for me." When Bill and I left that day, he said he would ask Daisy about seeing Dr. James. As soon as I got home, I called Fred. "Hi, Fred. Listen, I referred a friend of mine to you. His wife has been nervous, tense, and you may be able to help them." Dr. James listened, then said, "Tell me more." "Well," I said, "Tell you the truth, Bill's wife has been under stress at work, and he told me that at home he hasn't been able to perform his husbandly duties like he used to." Fred jumped in, "And you think that maybe I can solve their problems?" "Exactly," I replied. "But I don't know if the problem is really medical." "Chances are, you're right," the doctor told me. "You'd be surprised at the number of wives who see me who have the same issue. There are a few medications that sometimes help, but for most of them,...." Before he could finish his thought, I jumped in, "Most of them just need a good fucking, right?" Fred laughed, "Well, yes, frankly. They're relieved to find out there's nothing medically wrong, but then it becomes my job to talk to them, or to the husband, too, about the likely solution." "What do you say?" I asked. "Depends on the situation. It can be very tricky. But in a professional situation like a doctor's office visit, I do have certain freedom to speak frankly. The best approach is usually to ask about the wife's sexual satisfaction. Wearing my lab coat, the women usually feel free to talk about it." I interrupted, "Hang on Fred, just hearing this is making my cock start to squirm." "Ha," he replied, "mine too!" "How often does this situation come up?" I asked. Fred answered, "Not every day, that's for sure, but at least once every couple of months." "So," I asked him, "how does talking about their sex lives lead to a solution?" "Some become embarrassed and don't say too much. They just acknowledge the situation, thank me, and go home. Others seem relieved to talk, and that's when I suggest ways they might change things with their husbands, add romance, maybe marital aids, lubricants, positions." I stopped him, "Let me get this straight. You've just examined these wives, watched them take off their panties, had them naked on your exam table, had your face practically in their pussies, and now you're talking with them about increasing their sexual satisfaction?" "Yep, pretty much," he said. "It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it." "Fred, I'm just dying here thinking about you having this talk with Daisy," I said. "She's very pretty, lean and strong, and a natural blonde. What I wouldn't give to do what you do!" Fred laughed, "If the patient indicates any degree of comfort with the conversation, I then directly talk about orgasms. I just ask them if they routinely have orgasms, how often, how intense, etc. I tell them how important it is for them to have orgasms, and the more frequent and more intense, the better. I tell them it's just a good sexual health practice and that it has side benefits of reducing stress." "Oh boy," I said. "What if they answer that they don't have orgasms or haven't in a long time?" Fred kept going, "That's when I take things to another level." "There are levels?" I asked. "Well, let's just say the doctor and patient relationship allows me to talk about things that men and women as friends might not." "Go on," I said. "I simply ask them if their husbands can bring them to orgasm, then find out how skilled the husband may be in touching her in the right places. I ask about oral sex, and I ask about masturbation. Somewhere in this part of the office visit, the wife usually blushes." "I bet she does," I said. Fred continued, "Then I offer to show her two loose leaf binders of illustrations. One has the range of lubricant products, marital aids such as dildos and some electronic devices, even some S&M looking restraints." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Do any of these illustrations have models in them?" "Yes," Fred answered, "but not x-rated photos." I asked, "You said there were two binders." "Right," Fred said. "Before I show her the second one, I ask if she would be all right with more explicit images. Then I explain that achieving satisfaction and orgasms need not require equipment or elaborate planning. Most often, I explain, Mother Nature is best." "Mother Nature?" I asked. "Absolutely," Fred told me. "If she agrees to see more explicit images, the second binder has photos of a couple in intimate poses, step by step, going through the process of what you and I would call a good old fashioned screwing." "You sit together and look at the images?" I asked. "Yes," Fred replied. "But I explain things as if it were clinical, pointing out that the models were selected for the purpose of illustrating successful copulation. The female is probably in her early thirties, and her pubic hair has been waxed. The sight of an attractive woman with a bald pussy sometimes causes my patient to stare. I always explain how the hair is removed and comment that it is common and can be done in spas or in my office." "Damn, Fred," I said, "you are giving me something extra nice to jerk off to later today." "Always glad to be of help, old friend," he replied. "But what always attracts the patient's attention is the size of the male's penis," Fred explained. The model is an older man with a good solid physique, and his cock is choice A-1 first class pussy buster." I was gasping by now. Fred went on, "The photos illustrate the couple standing side by side, then she is reclined on an exam or massage table with her legs pulled up and parted as the male approaches with a fully erect cock that's in the ten inch range and super thick. First, he licks her pussy gently with just the tip of his tongue touching her, then more forcefully with the flat of his tongue lapping her like a dog. He rests his cock on her pussy lips, then slowly begins his penetration. As all this is happening, there are secondary images of the woman's facial reactions at every point. This is important because it conveys her feelings." "And these patients look at all this as part of your professional advice?" I asked. "Surprisingly, yes," he said. "Of course, I am careful not to bring out the binders if I sense the patient is resisting what I've already said." "Where did you find the models?" I asked him. "Were they just porn models?" "No, not at all," Fred told me. "The woman is one of my former nurses, and the male is me." "Holy shit!" I yelled. "Don't your patients recognize you?" "No, because you never see the male's face in the photos. And even if you did, the ladies seems to only stare at his, or my, cock." "Once you show a patient these photos, what's next? Is that just the end of the session?" Fred told me, "It might be. But I tell them that for proper satisfaction, their husbands may not be able to provide the right sized penis. I tell them that sometimes a large dildo will bring on strong orgasms, but most women prefer an actual warm human being and the excitement and fun of knowing that they have caused the erection on a man with such a big dick. Of course, I don't say it exactly in those words." "Let me guess," I asked, "do you offer to fuck your patients?" "Heavens' no," Fred told me. "Any session like this ends with my closing the binders and having a sincere conversation with the patient. I ask them, 'How do you feel about all this?' And then give them a chance to express themselves. I tell them they can discuss things with their husbands, try some of the devices we talked about, or come back together to discuss remedies. I like to leave it there and let them go home and stew over our meeting." He went on, "If they contact me again to follow up, I usually have two plans. One is ask them to make an appointment to see me, get them to drop their panties again and get onto my exam table, then get them to sample an oil or ointment. I separate the lips of their pussy and let a few drops fall onto the clitoral area, then I use my finger to gently stimulate her clit to see how quickly she responds. I tell them it's just a test of her sensitivity. Generally, the wife moans and shudders, and then I stop." "You stop?" I asked. "Yes, I remove my hand and turn away to give her a bit of privacy. Then I might say, "Everything seems to be working, but let yourself rest a bit then we'll try it again." Just telling her that sets her expectation of another touching of her pussy. She starts to anticipate pleasure. That alone is part of the process. After three or four minutes, I return and repeat the same motions, maybe for a bit longer this time. If possible, I like to repeat this four or five times or until she loses control from just my slight gentle touches." "You make her cum?" "I do my best," said the doctor. "But it must be done very subtly so that the patient does not feel that she's been intentionally made to have an orgasm. If she feel that it was her mistake to go over the edge, that's ethical. Otherwise, I'd be liable to a charge of malpractice." "Is that it?" I asked. "It can be. But some want follow up appointments, and I know exactly what they want. I'm careful not to take the initiative but to let them make the calls and the appointments. I sometimes ask them if they would like to bring their husband. If that happens, I just ask them questions and let them do the talking. I've had occasions where the wife will allow me to demonstrate the proper way to apply lubricants and how to stimulate her. It's amazing, but as a doctor they accept me in situations with nudity and even sexual contact." "What about that second binder?" I asked. "What about an actual fucking?" "Ah, you've asked the big question," said Fred. "As you can imagine, I am very careful about that. Only if the patient or her husband asks me about how to arrange for something like that or how to find a trustworthy and discrete male with an enormous endowment, only then will I offer to make arrangements." "But they don't know it's you," I said. "Right," replied Fred. "Actually, I know of two other gynecologists who have the same interests as me, and who are immanently qualified in the dick department. They live in other cities, but we share assignments when called upon." "Oh come on, Fred!" I finally said, "Are you kidding me?" "Nope," he said, "on a case by case basis, depending on the appeal of the wife to be fucked, we each probably travel two or three times a year to do the job." Fred interrupted, "Well, I see that while we've been talking your friend Daisy has called to make an appointment with me." Doctor's Cure Ch. 02 Daisy's appointment with Dr. Frederick James was scheduled for the end of day. Apparently, Bill had convinced his wife to visit with Dr. James to see if he could help her problems with tension and stress, and Fred liked to meet with patients who had "special needs" when there were no other patients waiting. Daisy arrived after a work day, dressed in business attire and looking very attractive. She was about five feet four inches, slim and trim, with a narrow waist and shapely legs. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a French braid, and based on the color of her eyebrows Fred guessed that Daisy was a natural blonde. The doctor's exam room looked more like a gentleman's den with padded leather chairs and a sofa, coffee table, and his desk. One side of the room had an examination table with stirrups and lights, but the room was otherwise relaxing and comfortable. "Yes, Mrs. Blanding," said Fred, "what brings you to my office?" Daisy sighed and began her story of long pressure-filled work days, frustrations in her professional life, and a general sense of not being able to relax. She had tried everything she knew, including meditation and some medications, but found no relief. Dr. James spoke, "I understand a friend of your husband's recommended me." "Yes," replied Daisy, "that's right." "He said that you had worked with women in cases like this, and that maybe you could help." "Perhaps I can," said Fred, "Yours is certainly not the first case like this that I have seen, and there are some avenues of treatment that could help." Daisy went on to explain her situation and previous things she had tried, and Dr. James was a good listener, nodding and sympathizing with her while taking every chance to glance at her crossed legs and lovely face. After hearing her story, Dr. James took off his glasses and said, "Often, such conditions as yours cannot be remedied in medical ways but require experimentation with a range of alternatives. Since you've tried some of those that I might recommend and have had no relief, let's examine one other possibility." Daisy looked hopefully at the doctor. He continued, "As a doctor, may I ask you about your relations with your husband? Would you describe your marriage as satisfying?" "Oh, yes," Daisy said, "we are fine." "Good," said Dr. James, "because home relations, including intimate relations, are often a cause of troubles that show up in other ways in our lives. And one thing that can cause tension is an unsatisfying sexual partnership." Daisy blinked. She hadn't thought that was what the doctor meant. After all, she and Bill got along fine. But it was true that sex had not been an active part of their lives for quite some time. The doctor went on, "It is a healthy thing for the human body to experience sexual release, and the more powerful the orgasms that better for our overall well being. So I'm glad to hear that this is not an issue in your marriage." Daisy took a deep breath. "Well, doctor, my marriage is fine on many levels, but that part of the relationship has been rather calm for a long time." "Ah," said Fred, "that gives us something to work on." Daisy looked a bit surprised. "Something to work on?" she thought. What did the doctor mean? Fred then explained, "This is not an uncommon problem with married couples, and I have counseled numerous wives who are dealing with a lack of sexual activity in their lives. Fortunately, if this is the problem, it is one that we can work on." He said it again. Daisy was puzzled. After a brief silence between them, Fred spoke up, "Of course, there are stimulants for the male to improve his performance, if that's the problem." Daisy replied, "Well, I don't think that's been a problem, not that I can recall." "Then let's consider a wider range of possibilities," Fred said. "For instance, there are so many ways that couples use to enhance their sexual activities. Have you tried any marital aids such as vibrators or dildos?" The way the doctor spoke, none of this sounded offensive, yet Daisy knew this was not language or a subject that she usually heard from doctors. To her amazement, she did not feel threatened or worried but rather understood this as a professional giving advice. "No, doctor," said Daisy, "we haven't done any of that, and it doesn't appeal to me, frankly." "OK," said Fred, "that's good to know. And it is entirely reasonable for you to be suspicious of artificial gadgets like those. I myself do not prefer to recommend them. If your husband is capable of performing, then perhaps we should look at you." "What do you mean?" asked Daisy. "Is everything functioning as it should?" asked Fred. "Can you say that your sexual functioning is still in good order? Sometimes, it's hard to tell as the years go by. Things change." Fred decided not to show her the photo albums, not yet at least. First, he wanted to get her on his examination table. "We can easily check your capacities, Mrs. Blanding. If you would be so kind as to let me examine you. I will leave the room while you undress. Everything but your panties. Please put on this gown. I'll be back in a few minutes." Daisy was not expecting to be examined, but she was in a gynecologist's office. And she had come for help. Well, she reasoned, if he can help me, why not go ahead and see what he might find out. After Fred left the office, Daisy unbuttoned her blouse and unzippled her skirt. Her heels came off, then her bra. It always felt good when she took off her bra at the end of the day and let her small breasts relax. As she slipped on the purple cloth gown, Daisy noticed that her nipples had swollen and become very prominent. Maybe the doctor's talk about sex was having an effect, she wondered. Fred knocked on the door, then opened it gently. "Ah, good," he said. "Would you please sit on the exam table for me?" Daisy sat upright on the soft table top while the doctor took blood pressure and pulse, listened to her heard and breathing. He could tell that her heartbeat was racing a bit, and he knew that she was probably a little nervous about his intentions. "Now," Dr. James said, "there are several key areas that we need to examine. First, tell me where you are most ticklish." Daisy was surprised by that question, but she replied, "I suppose the usual places, under arms and bottom of my feet." Dr. James nodded, smiled, then reached under her leg and touched her leg behind the knee. She gasped and reacted with laughter. "Oh my, I didn't know I was tickling there." "Most ladies don't realize how sensitive the entire female body can be. One way to approach your problem and to help you relax more fully is to show you how your own body can help you. Tickling can be very effective. I once had a patient who let her husband tie her arms and legs spread apart, then he slowly tickled her until she was convulsing. They both told me later that it was the best thing they had done in years and thanked me for the suggestion. But let's set that aside for now." His words were having an effect on Daisy. She noticed that her nipples remained swollen and taut. And as she began to think about being tickled mercilessly, Daisy definitely felt something aroused deep inside. Dr. James boldly unfastened her gown and exposed her breasts. His eyes devoured the mounds of her chest, and it did not escape his notice that even though her breasts were modest in size, her nipples were impressive. "Ah," he said, "this is a good sign." "What?" Daisy asked, "What's a good sign?" "Your nipples are very prominent," he said. "That usually means that your sexual arousal will be highly increased by stimulating your nipples. Does your husband do that for you?" Daisy had let her exam go this far, and she wanted to trust Dr. James, but his question caught her off guard. "Doctor," she said, "are you sure I need to talk about this?" "No, of course not," Fred said. "It's just that I do want to help you find a way to feel more relaxed, and I strongly suspect that lack of intense sexual arousal is a big part of your problem." "OK," she said. "Well, my husband does not touch my nipples often and never during our intimate times." "I see," said her doctor. "Then all the more reason to see if this might work." At that moment, Fred reached up to examine her breasts, taking them one at a time in his hands, squeezing gently to make her nipples pout even more and observing. "Good, when I squeeze your breast, your nipples expand slightly which exposes more nerve endings. Now don't be alarmed, but I am going to touch your nipples now, and I want you to tell me how it feels." Dr. James held one breast in his hand and carefully stroked the tip of her nipple with his finger. Daisy flinched. The doctor repeated this several times, then switched to her other breast. He enjoyed feeling her very hard nipples and watching her respond with little sounds and reflex movements. He had practiced this on many other women, and this was one of his special skills. "That was good, and I think promising," said the doctor. "Now I will use a very small bit of lubricant to massage your nipples." Standing directly in front of Daisy, Dr. James squeezed a very small dab of oil on to one of his fingers, showed it to her, then circled a nipple with his slippery finger. He did this to both breasts, then he gently pinched and tugged on her nipples, drawing them out, enlongating them as she'd never seen before. Their hardness increased as he stroked and pinched and pulled. Daisy had never felt so good about her tits. This doctor really knew what he was doing. "Next time you get the chance, ask your husband to do this, and tell him to suck your nipples with long deep sucks that pull on your breasts. He needs to repeat this over and over, and you will feel a difference." Feel a difference! Hot damn! She was feeling a difference just sitting there, and she could tell that the arousal was affecting her entire body. Deep down between her legs, Daisy felt the juices start to flow. "OK, that's one big positive that I think will help you, Mrs. Blanding." Daisy felt somehow aroused by the professionalism of this doctor who called her "Mrs." and his bawdy behavior with her nipples. The distant and impersonal situation added to her willingness to permit the exam to continue. "Now, Mrs. Blanding, if you don't mind, would you please stand up and remove your panties?" said the good doctor, knowing full well that he was about to gaze on a lovely pussy. "I didn't think you would need to examine me like this," Daisy told him. "I just thought you would suggest some ideas for my tension problems." "Mrs. Blanding, of course you don't have to take off your panties. But I feel that we are probably getting to the cause of your inability to relax, and women's bodies is what I do as a professional. I hope you understand." Daisy, her nipples still tingling with delight, stood in front of Dr. James. Her gown was open in front so he could see her lacy white bikini panties she was wearing. He smiled and told her, "It's up to you. I'd very much like you to take off your panties now, but if you're concerned we can do it another day. You can go home now and try the nipple stimulation with your husband and see how that works for you, or you can remove those panties and allow me to examine you further." Doctor's Cure Ch. 03 Mrs. Blanding felt too embarrassed to take off her panties for Dr. James, even a professional who sees women naked every day. Shyness overcame her, and she covered herself with the examination gown. "I think that's good for now, doctor," Daisy told the doctor. "I'll try what you said first." "Very well, Mrs. Blanding, I think we made some progress today. I'll give you privacy while you take your time getting dressed. Dr. Fred James was disappointed, but he was used to how to play this game. Too much pressure would ruin everything. This beautiful wife must feel comfortable and must feel that it is her decision at each step. Yes, this was fine for now. Fully dressed, Daisy thanked the doctor for his advice, but he knew that he should thank her for letting him play with her nipples so freely. "I wish you the best," he said to her as she walked to the door. "Just call for an appointment if you'd like to come back. It has been my pleasure." Indeed it was his pleasure! That night, Daisy hesitated to tell her husband, Bill, about her visit with Dr. James. Instead, that night in bed she asked her husband if he thought her breasts were pretty. Of course, he said they were. Then she asked him to touch her, which he gladly did. But Bill's fumbling fingers just could not replicate the intensity Daisy felt from Dr. James' hands. And Daisy was just too shy to ask her husband to suck her nipples. Soon she heard her husband snoring, and Daisy wondered if the doctor had been right about sexual release and intense orgasms. Two weeks later, after continued days of stress on the job and no relief in sight, Daisy called Dr. James for another visit. This time, she knew what would happen. She knew that to make a further diagnosis, he would ask her to take off her panties again. And she would. When the day arrived, Daisy left work early, went home to shower and prepare. She took care with her makeup and hair, she selected a matching black bra and panty outfit, then arrived at his office for her 4:00 appointment. Dr. James was glad to see Daisy again. He hoped that she would return, and now that she took the initiative to make another appointment, Fred took that as a sign that she would comply with his next suggestions. The doctor asked Daisy how she had been, and she told him about the failure of her husband with her breasts. Daisy found it hard to talk about such things plainly, and Dr. James let her struggle to say words like "my breasts" and "my nipples." He enjoyed watching her try to avoid sounding crude. "And your stress at work and at home? Has anything changed?" the doctor asked her. "No, if anything it's worse. Since I saw you the last time I'm maybe even more tense and troubled," Daisy admitted. Dr. James took over the conversation, "That may be because your expectations have been raised." "Expectations?" she asked, "How so?" "After I demonstrated how sensitive your nipples are, maybe you would like to expect that same level of stimulation from your husband. If he is not supplying you with that satisfaction, then that could add to your frustrations." Daisy looked thoughtful. She was willing to get on with a more intimate examination, but she was still unsure that this doctor had a solution for her. But she had to admit to herself that what he said made sense. "If you don't mind," said Dr. James, "may we get back to our examination?" "Please undress." Dr. James made no attempt to leave the room this time. He sat in his chair and watched Mrs. Blanding stand and undress. "There is an exam gown for you if you like," he told her. In moments, Daisy stood in front of him in her matching black lingerie. Perhaps unconsciously, she left her high heels on until he mentioned that she should remove her shoes, too. Daisy was a lovely sight, with shapely legs and blonde hair at shoulder length this time. The doctor walked to the exam table, and Daisy followed along. He took the cotton exam gown and wrapped it around her shoulders, "Don't want you to be cold," he said like a gentleman. But this gentleman's oversized cock was swirling around in his trousers. "Allow me," said the doctor as he stood close to Mrs. Blanding and reached around to unclasp her bra. Down it came, and there were the same delightful breasts with their needy nipples on display. "Here, please lie down on your back," Dr. James instructed as Daisy reclined and looked up and the ceiling. The doctor leaned over her and said, "I think we should repeat the sensitivity test on your breasts and nipples, if you don't mind." Mind? Daisy was practically out of her mind waiting for him to touch her again. Fred once again gently played with her mounds and the puckers at their tip. She watched him apply one drop of lubricant to the tip of each nipple, then ever so carefully he pinched them, twisted them slightly from side to side, pulled them to the point of snapping out of his fingers. Then repeat and repeat. Daisy grew restless. Her heartbeat increased. Her face looked flush. Dr. James took pride in his workmanship, or should I say his workwomanship? "How does that feel to you?" he asked. "Doctor, I cannot tell a lie, that feels very good." Fred told her, "Some women are capable of total orgasm just from massaging their nipples like this. Do you think you can do that for me? Can you let yourself relax enough to release your body to the sensations?" Daisy was breathing hard now, and she did not answer his question. Perhaps it embarrassed her to be lying there with a man she hardly knew touching her like that and asking her such a question. Daisy herself didn't know if she wanted his touching to make her lose control. Dr. James suspected that her lack of an answer meant that she needed more directly bodily stimulation. The doctor stopped his touching. Daisy's nipples were on fire, sending sensations to her body that she didn't know were possible. What a time for the doctor to say, "Let me prop you up slightly so you can watch while I take off your panties." He'd been waiting for this for the past two weeks, and now he knew that she would comply. As he took her panties from the sides, Daisy raised her backside slightly as Dr. James calmly drew them down. He stopped momentarily as the first wisps of blonde pubic hair came into view. He smiled at her and remarked, "Do you know how rare it is in my business to find a true blonde?" He laughed at what he said, and Daisy laughed. It helped to break the ice, if the ice wasn't already broken, to have a little humor. Daisy appreciated that he tried to make her feel comfortable. As he remove her panties further, he enjoyed watching as he saw the first glimpse of her cleft, then her pussy lips appeared, with glorious curls of blonde pussy hair decorating but not concealing her valley of delight. It was one of the better pussies he'd seen in all his years in the business. She had a prominent mound and a slit the extended higher than many women. The lips were puffy and not just a flat thin line but slightly parted revealing meaty inner lips. The doctor knew that he was about to do something that his regular patients would freak out about. He'd done it several times before on other women, but it was always a bit of a risk. Proper explanations were very important now. "Mrs. Blanding, with your permission, I'm going to perform a sensitivity test on your vaginal area and clitoris. This is not standard procedure in an exam, so I want you to tell me if you become uncomfortable with what I am about to do. He positioned her legs in the stirrups, spreading her pussy wide enough for him to fully view the blonde wonder in front of him. His cock was aching and he could feel drips of his own cum rolling down his leg. If it were his decision, he's fuck her right then and there, but that would probably ruin a good thing. There was a mirror positioned so that Daisy could see her own pussy, spread for the doctor. As he examined the outer area of her pussy, she noticed that he was not wearing plastic gloves. His touch felt good, and she preferred the touch of his fingers. The doctor, with Daisy watching, spread her vagina and exposed her clit. It was prominent, maybe because it had bit swollen during the stimulation of her nipples. Sometimes it was a bit difficult, even for this professional, to locate the clitoris of a woman. Some are tiny and concealed, but not on Daisy. Hers was a dandy. "We've determined that your nipples are very sensitive, and now I will test your vaginal area for equal sensitivity," said the doctor. "I will deposit one drop of the lubricant on your clitoris to see if it responds." Dr. James held the small bottle of ointment rather high above her pussy. She was curious about why he would hold the bottle so high. She watched as a single drop formed then fell directly atop her clit. Zing! It was light lightening. Daisy gasped and held the side of the exam table. She tried to squirm and move her legs, but her legs were secured in place. Dr. James had not just placed her in the stirrups but he had also taken the precaution of securing the leg straps. Daisy felt the drop spread down the side of her clit. Dr. James watched her face for reaction, then he asked, "Did you feel that?" Feel it? Hell yes! Didn't he see my flinch and hear me gasp? Sure he did. Fred was fully aware of what he was doing to this lovely wife of a friend of a friend, and he was enjoying every moment of it. "Do you feel this?" the doctor asked as his finger hovered over her clitoris, with her watching in the mirror, hovering deliberately for a few moments while she tensed up in anticipation of his touch, then finally and ever so lightly, he rubbed the tip of her tender spot. Daisy practically flipped out. She gasped and groaned as her doctor circled the clitoris, avoiding its tip, then rhythmically sliding her finger gently over its top, circling several times, then again without warning, finding the center of her button. Daisy knew she couldn't last long. And that's when he surprised her. Dr. James said, "You definitely are sensitive in all the normal ways, Mrs. Blanding." He stopped touching her just as she was yearning for him to keep making her feel so amazingly good. The doctor wiped his hands on a towel and said, "Would you excuse me for a minute?" "OK," Daisy replied, as Dr. James left the room with her spread and exposed. She lay there wondering where he went and wondering if the appointment was over. In a few minutes, the doctor returned and sat next to Daisy, "Is all well? Have you had a chance to relax?" Daisy smiled and nodded, "Yes, doctor." "Good," he said, "Let's try it again." And with that, Fred stood between her legs, with that perfect blonde pussy before him, and held the bottle of liquid up over her clit. Daisy watched as another drop fell directly on top of her clit. Again, she flinched. Again, she felt the liquid ooze into her. Again, the doctor moved his finger as if to touch her, hesitated, then gently repeated the circling and sliding around and over her clit. This time, another finger traced her pussy lips up and down, looking for the entry point, then entered her but just a tiny bit. Daisy was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. She could feel it coming from deep inside her body, and she was eager to feel it take over her entire being. But the doctor stopped. He walked to his desk and wrote on some papers. He appeared to sign a few letters and put them in envelopes and add stamps. Daisy was confused. In five minutes, he returned to her side, checked her heart rate, then she watched as he, without asking her permission, once again held the little bottle up over her pussy and landed another drop on target. Dr. James when through the same motions as before, and now her anticipation of his movements added to her ecstasy. Again his finger toyed so expertly with her clitoris. Again another finger found its way inside her pussy. Then he stopped again. But this time he just watched her as he breathing heaved then calmed down a bit. He was a master playing his instrument. To prove his virtuoso abilities, the next time he oiled her nipples again and oiled her clit. In no time Dr. James was taking turns tweaking each nipple while at the same time fluttering over her clit like a butterfly. Truly, if Daisy's body were an instrument, the good doctor was playing her to perfection. Daisy had been on his exam table for an hour by now, and he was judging the optimum time to continue building her up and forcing her to wait, over and over, and watching for the right time to give her a full release. If done right, the doctor was convinced that a mighty orgasm after prolonged teasing would give her the freedom she sought. After probably the eighth time, after starting and stopping over and again, after bringing Daisy to the brink over and over again, Dr. James told her, "This time Mrs. Blanding, I will not stop until I hear you scream. Everyone has gone home now, so you can shout all you want to. Again the drops on her pussy and nipples. Again, the doctor systematically played with her pussy and nipples. As he circled her clit, he counted down, ten, nine, eight, seven, and down to zero before he gave her the satisfaction of direct contact with the tip of her clit. Over and over he counted down so that she could anticipate what was about to happen. He did the same with her nipples. The same with a long finger probing her cunt, exploring her pussy in detail. Her back arched. Her head tossed from side to side. She crossed the border of control. Her body was so in his control, and she finally allowed him to make her cum. She convulsed and shouted, "Holy Damn!" Again and again she shouted and screamed, but Dr. James would not stop. Daisy entered into a zone of continual orgasm. Every plateau only led to another. Her body was out of control but the doctor kept playing with her and enjoying this masterpiece performance. Finally, he sensed her total collapse. He gently slowed his touches but did not stop them completely. This would be the time to drive his big dick into her and see if it would take her to yet another level of crazy. But not now. Now was the time to let her alone. She might be fucked, he hoped, another time. Now, she needed to return to a quiet state and find out what effect this had on her. Dr. James carefully covered Daisy with a blanket and unfastened the leg restraints. He returned to his paperwork while she dozed for a few minutes in his office. Doctor's Cure Ch. 04 Dr. Fred James continued working at his desk while Mrs. Daisy Blanding slept. She had endured an expertly administered super-orgasming that hovered somewhere between forced and voluntary, and was taking a well earned rest in the doctor's office. Daisy awoke in no more than fifteen minutes, but the after effects of a gentle sleep following the deepest and longest lasting orgasm she had ever experienced left her woozy and light headed. Daisy turned her head and saw Dr. James at his desk. She blinked and asked, "How long have I been asleep?" Dr. James finished writing a memo, then looked up at her, "You haven't been asleep long. I hated to wake you. You did a lot of work and deserved to rest." Daisy thought it was nice of him to cover her and lower the stirrups so that she could relax. She felt her body tingle like never before, and to her surprise she felt far less tense than she had been feeling for many months. Dr. James pushed back his chair, arose, and walked over to the reclining and beautiful Mrs. Blanding. "How are you feeling?" She stretched her arms, looked at her doctor, and said, "It's amazing. I feel refreshed and all the tension is gone." She smiled sheepishly and said, "I guess your theory and your treatment was correct." She said that knowing full well that this man had just played with her nipples and pussy until she was on the verge of collapse, then he stopped until she lost her orgasmic momentum, then he did it again, and again, and again. This man in the white lab coat who appeared calm and professional had just fingered her to an explosive eruption that blasted her cares away. Dr. James said, "Take your time. I have things to do while you dress. When you're done, I would like to have a word with you about further treatments." Further treatments? Daisy's mind was spinning. Her first thought was, "Buster, you can do me any day of the week!" But her second thought was, "What have I done?" She was pretty sure that what he did to her was not something that her husband Jim could replicate. In fact, she suspected that her response to her doctor's pussy skills was partly due to his being a stranger. Familiarity with her husband, she now realized, was a roadblock to the kind of wild release she felt with this very experienced pussy professional. Twenty minutes later, Daisy was sitting across the desk from Dr. James. She was dressed in her career attire and looking very modest, but Dr. James could look at her now with the knowledge that her public hair was indeed blonde and that her nipples were more sensitive than most women's. He also knew that he could have fucked Daisy on his exam table, and she would have loved it. But he was playing a deeper game. His own pleasure could wait. He'd had fun with her, and his cock had pulsed near to an orgasm by itself, but much greater pleasure awaited if he carefully coaxed Mrs. Blanding along. Dr. James said, "Mrs. Blanding, I think we've isolated your stress problem. Not the cause, but the cure. No doubt your stress will still build, but now we have a way to relieve you. I am available to treat you, or you might try alternatives such as your husband or even other sources for this sort of relief." Daisy thought to herself, "Other sources?" Her mind filled with images of men servicing her in every way possible. Her imagination was running wild, and it felt good to think about the possibilities." Dr. James noticed her faraway look. "Mrs. Blanding, did you hear me?" She blinked and looked at him, "Oh, yes, right now I feel so good. A little embarrassed, but very good." "Don't feel embarrassed," Dr. James told her. "This is just how we must do things sometimes. Don't think of it as personal. I just showed you how your body works, and that's my job." Daisy felt a little dizzy hearing that. Not personal, she thought, how can that not be personal? But it did feel funny to have him play her like a xylophone, running up and down her keyboard, and hitting just the right notes every time. "Before you go," Dr. James said, "there is another level of treatment you might consider. If the tension returns, and I think it will, we can continue this same kind of treatment, or I do have a colleague in another city who has experimented with deep penetration techniques." Even after what she had just been through, Daisy looked startled at the words "deep penetration." Her head was spinning, yet again, at the thought of what this might mean. "Let me ask you first," Dr. James said, "can you tell me about your husband's penis size?" Fred decided to just let that question lay there on the table and to say no more while Daisy squirmed trying to decide if she should be so bold as to reveal such an intimate secret. "The reason I ask," said Dr. James, "is that most husbands have a rather inadequate penis." He continued, "To supplement the kind of release that you had today over there on that table, ideally you should have followed up immediately with copulation, and the bigger the penis the better." "For now, I'd like you to go home, take a warm bath, enjoy a calm quiet evening, and see how you feel tomorrow and next week." The doctor said this is soothing terms that made Daisy feel comfortable. "Then," he added, "I suggest a follow up appointment in about a month." "What would that be for?" she asked. "I want to check your progress, and you can tell if further treatments, including deep penetration, might be desired." Daisy nodded, rose from her chair, and left Dr. James' office. On her drive home, she kept feeling a little buzz between her legs, and at home she felt better than she had in a long time. The month passed, and hardly a day went by when Daisy didn't think of her doctor and his treatment. After the first week, she yearned for another visit and a repeat of his skills. And every day, she thought about deep penetration. The way he said it to her, so matter-of-fact, made it sound so natural. Daisy called to make the follow-up appointment. The receptionist had been notified to send the call directly to Dr. James if Mrs. Blanding should call. She told him, "I'm calling to make another appointment, like you said." Dr. James told her, "Yes, of course, how's next Wednesday at 4:00?" She agreed, and he added, "Did you want the deeper treatment?" Daisy did want it, but she was afraid to say so. All that came out was, "What do you think? I'm not sure." Fred had thought all this through and was ready with a reply, "I'll contact my colleague and see if we can arrange something. Good day." Now, with just a few days before her Wednesday appointment, Daisy was frantically thinking back through her old boyfriends who she'd let get to second and third base and a few who got to home plate. There were a couple with larger cocks, but she wasn't sure what Dr. James meant by "deeper." On Wednesday, Daisy arrived in Dr. James' office. He greeted her and brought her into his office. Just looking at his exam table made her tremble a little bit. "It's so nice to see you again, Mrs. Blanding," he said. I did check with my associate, and he will join us as soon as he arrives. Meanwhile, I would like you to consider adding a very thick and long cock to our treatment." He said, "cock!" Daisy was taken aback. Dr. James pulled out his photo notebook. He sat next to her on the sofa and asked her to look through the photos. Daisy was wide eyed as she turned each page to see women on that very same exam table, posed with an enormous dick pointing at their pussy or resting gently at the opening of their pussy lips. There were no photos of actual penetration. But the male involved looked trim and ready as a billy goat. "Did you tell your husband about your last treatment?" Dr. James asked her. "Well, I just told him that you were very effective and solved my problem. He didn't ask for details," she told him. The doctor continued, "Well, at some point, I'd like him to join you during an appointment." Daisy was very surprised. How would she respond if her husband were watching? Just the suggestion made her tremble with naughty anticipation. Just then there was a knock on the doctor's door. It was his colleague who had driven to town from another city. "Mrs. Blanding, may I introduce Dr. Perryman? He is a specialist whose theories are innovative and who will assist us in today's treatment." Daisy smiled and nodded her head. Dr. Perryman was tall and handsome, and she wondered if he were the mysterious man in the photos she had just seen. The two men left the office while Daisy undressed down to her lingerie. When the doctors returned, they saw the beautiful Mrs. Blanding standing like a model in perfect white lacy bra and panties. Once again, she had left on her heels, making her legs look longer and more shapely. Dr. James led Daisy to a small platform, about a foot high, and helped her step up. The two doctors made visual inspection of her, noting her posture and her beauty. Dr. James asked Daisy, "And how have we been since I last saw you?" She felt a little embarrassed at first in front of the two men, but she soon lost that feeling. "I felt wonderful for a few days, then slowly the tension returned. That's why I called for this follow- up appointment." Dr. Perryman examined Daisy's file and asked her, "It says here that last time the treatment you received was effective for release of tension and that Dr. James recommended repeating the treatment and expanding it. Did he explain the expansion?" Daisy looked at the two men whose eyes were feasting on her charms. She wondered how crude they had been in describing her. Was Dr. Perryman only here because he had a particular liking for blonde pussies like mine? Even though her treatment had been effective, were these two men perverts who got their jollies by making women have violent orgasms on their exam tables? Then she looked down at Dr. Perryman's trousers, searching to see if they contained that enormous penis in the photos. Finally, Daisy answered, "Yes, he explained that this session would involve something called deep penetration." "And you know what that means?" asked Perryman. She hated to answer his question, but she said, "I wasn't going to come back for another treatment, not at first, but my stress and tension returned, so I wanted to try anything to help me. My last appointment gave me the first release I have felt in months, so I can only trust that Dr. James knows what he is doing." Dr. Perryman looked at Dr. James and said, "I think we can proceed." With that, Dr. James walked behind Daisy and released her bra, immediately exposing her breasts and those excellent nipples. He explained to his colleague, "The last time this patient was here, I found that an application of standard manipulation techniques produced a strong response. As you can see, her nipples are already tight and hard and ready for us to begin." Daisy looked down and was mortified that her nipples were so pointed and obviously aroused. But suddenly, she was taken by surprise when Dr. James lowered her panties, exposing her blonde pubic hair. Dr. Perryman looked at Dr. James and said, "You were right, old boy. This is a rare sight." Then he spoke to Daisy, "You are very lucky, madam, to have such golden locks." But her pussy was still concealed, her panties resting just above the cleft of her pussy lips. Dr. James lowered her panties another few inches. She watched Dr. Perryman standing directly in front of her as her pussy came into his view. Definitely, she saw movement in his trousers as he gazed at her pouting pussy lips. Her panties fluttered to the floor, and Daisy stepped out of them, finally kicking off her heels. Even though neither doctor had touched her, she began to anticipate the treatment and feel her body craving a repeat of Dr. James excellent skills. Dr. James led Mrs. Blanding to his exam table and positioned her with her back flat on the table and legs straight and pressed together. Her blonde puff of hair almost concealed the entry to her vagina, but a small line between her lips was clearly in view. Both doctors were beside her, looking down, as Dr. James began to apply lotion to her breasts and oil to her nipples. Dr. James began the treatment as before, with gentle touches, then long pulling movements on her nipples. Dr. Perryman watched for a few moments, then he took a position on the opposite side of the table and repeated the same movements on her other breast and nipple. Daisy felt herself starting to slide again into a zone of pleasure that she hoped would be a powerful as before. The doctors took their time on her nipples, alternating between gentle touches and almost cruel pinches and pulls. Then, without any warning, both men bent down and licked her nipples the sucked them, drawing them upward until the popped out of their mouths. Over and over they did this. She thought, "They had to have practiced this before!" While Dr. Perryman continued on her breasts, Dr. James positioned Daisy's legs in the stirrups, spread her legs wide apart and securing them with restraints. He cranked up her back so she could again see her mirror and her pussy in the mirror. As before, Dr. James began a well skilled probe of her vaginal tissues, touching her in exact places to maximize her shivers of pleasure. Then both men rhythmically found a pattern of touching, one on each side, expertly alternating, first Dr. James, then Dr. Perryman taking turns approaching close, but then avoiding contact with her clitoris. Daisy squirmed and thought she would die if they didn't go ahead and touch her clit soon. But they continued to avoid her most precious secret spot. Then Dr. Perryman disappeared. Dr. James kept up his teasing of her pussy, then stopped, looked Daisy in the eyes, and asked, "Do you want Dr. Perryman to lick your pussy?" Daisy was breathing too hard to speak. She could only nod, "Yes!" And as soon as she did, she felt a warm large tongue begin to expertly lick her vaginal lips, closer and closer to her clit. After a few minutes, Dr. Perryman stopped and walked to her side. She looked over and could see that Dr. Perryman had taken off his clothes, and there dangling down between his legs was the largest penis she had ever seen. Daisy couldn't guess its size, but it was at least twice as large as her husband's, and it had to be around eight inches in length and extraordinarily thick. Dr. James explained to Mrs. Blanding, "This is our deep penetration tool. If you still agree, we will begin the process momentarily." Daisy noticed that the doctors did not wait for her answer before Dr. Perryman positioned himself for entry. He stood at the foot of the exam table between Daisy's spread apart legs and gazed down at her very exposed pussy. Dr. James used his tube of lubricant to drip a long line of fluid on Dr. Perryman's dick and a few drops onto Daisy's pussy lips. Daisy watched in the mirror as Perryman rested the large head of his cock against her lips, finding the opening to her canal, then pushed himself an inch into her. Daisy flinched. Perryman applied steady pressure to stuff his big dick deeper and deeper. At about four inches, he nodded to Dr. James and said, "This is about where her husband can penetrate. I'm starting to feel greater resistance beyond this point." Dr. James nodded, and looked at Daisy, "It that right?" Daisy was breathing hard and could only say, "Yes, yes, yes, I've never seen a dick this big!" Perryman took that as a compliment, and it inspired him to piston his cock back and forth as he drilled deeper. Five, six, seven inches were inserted by steady rocking and by taking his time. By this time Daisy's clit was being dragged in and out against the movement of Dr. Perryman's shaft, and she could feel the buzz of orgasms about to start. With just one more inch to go, Daisy began to shudder and shake. Dr. James resumed toying with her nipples while Dr. Perryman worked hard to push that one last inch into Mrs. Blanding. When he finally achieved total insertion, Perryman began to slowly slide his cock out then back in, back and forth, very slowly. The rubbing of her clit produced little shock waves as he moved that big cock in and out of Mrs. Blanding. That's when Daisy got the biggest surprise of the day. While Perryman was doing his duty and helping Mrs. Blanding with her stress problems, Dr. James had undressed. Daisy looked to her side and saw him standing there with a cock even larger than Dr. Perryman's. She was alarmed. His cock had to be ten inches and even thicker than the one that was now filling her to capacity. She knew instantly that Dr. James had the cock in those photographs. The two good doctors exchanged pleasantries as Dr. Perryman withdrew his cock from Daisy's pussy and Dr. James got ready to take his turn. Perryman stood beside Daisy, his hard cock resting on her chest. He used his own pre-cum to lubricate her nipples as he explained, "Dr. James and I have teamed on this treatment method and find it works best if I first try to expand the patient before he does. Don't worry, we're both fixed, so there'll be no complications." Just then, Dr. James started to enter Daisy. She reacted by unconsciously grabbing Dr. Perryman's cock. She squeezed his dick as her other doctor deepened his entry, stretching her wider than ever. Mindlessly, Daisy pumped Perryman's cock as he toyed with her nipples and as Dr. James gained depth. Beyond four inches, Dr. James also commented on the difference in tightness. Daisy had a small break in the stimulation while the two men changed places, but now the pleasures returned, and they came back stronger than ever. It took twenty minutes for Dr. James to bury his peter all the way into Mrs. Blanding, and frankly he was surprised that he could get all the way into her. The tip of his cock could feel her cervix, and he was careful not to cause any damage. He was, after all, a doctor. Dr. James long smooth strokes alternated in speed like the bow across the strings of a cello, some slow and deep, others fast and quick, and each stroke of varied length and depth was intended to rub against her clitoris with long slow pressure or quick short flicks. Nipple stimulation continued throughout her entire appointment time. She had pumped Dr. Perryman to ejaculation and beyond before Daisy herself reached her final climax. After multiple shivers of delight, and with Dr. James thunderously thrusting his massive cock in and out of her while his balls bumped against her, Daisy felt she was exhausted. Just then Dr. Perryman disappeared from her view. Dr. James entirely withdrew his cock, and She lay there thinking that her treatment was over. But after just a few seconds she felt Dr. James' dick start to inch back into her, and at the same moment, she felt Dr. Perryman's finger playing with the pucker of her ass. This was a new sensation for Mrs. Blanding. In seconds, a huge cock was finding its way deep into her pussy while a lubricated finger inches into her ass. She had no idea she could feel such sensations. Once both were inserted fully, both began to diddle her. The cock fully inserted and withdrawing only an inch back and forth. The finger fully inserted and moving in and out. Daisy's dam burst. The combined skills of her doctors brought Mrs. Blanding to another even more massive finale than the last time. She fought to squirm on the table and try to get away, but the restraints forced her to stay in place and complete her pleasure. There was no escape from these doctors finishing her treatment. Finally, Daisy lay there exhausted but she had definitely left any stress far behind. She lay there looking up at the ceiling as Dr. James stood still, his cock still totally buried in her, and Dr. Perryman kept his finger in her ass. They let her enjoy the feeling of no movement for a few minutes. Blessed rest and relaxation. Doctor's Cure Ch. 04 Then, both men began to slowly resume their movements, and Daisy was surprised to discover that she was about to launch into yet another orgasm. This one was much more subtle and not so wild. It was just pure waves of pleasure flowing over her as the two gentlemen did their work on her behalf. Dr. James told her later it was called afterglow orgasm. For that, she was grateful that these two well qualified professionals knew how to show their patient the secrets and possibilities that she never suspected. The lovely afterglow orgasm seemed to last as long as the boys could last. Finally, she felt Dr. James' cock expand and contract rapidly and so she knew that he was emptying his load into her. The sound of his stokes became different as the immense amount of cum lubricated her, and she could hear a sloshing sound as he continued to treat her to a longer and longer finale. The men finally withdrew and lowered her legs to a resting pose. This time she wasn't sleepy, but Dr. James advised her to remain on her back until her head was clear. Daisy was vaguely aware of feeling dreamy and zoned out. She could hear the two doctors talking as the dressed. As he was leaving, Dr. Perryman approached Daisy on the table, still naked to the world. He told her, "Good luck, Mrs. Blanding. You are in excellent hands with Dr. James." Then he looked at his friend, Dr. James, and said, "Thanks Fred, I thought that went well. There'll be no charges for my services."