0 comments/ 72997 views/ 4 favorites Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic By: Jenny _S Ann felt strange sitting in the waiting room of the Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic. “I’m just wasting my money,” she thought. “I can quit anytime.” But she knew that was a lie. She had quit countless times only to take up the habit again. Sometimes she lasted only a few days or weeks. Every time was a horrid experience that always ended in failure. But one day she had found a flyer under the windshield wiper on her car. She had been shopping at Wal-Mart and while she was gone someone had left it. It seemed much too good to be true. The guarantees and testimonials were unbelievable. So later in the day, Ann called and made the appointment against her better judgement. “Mrs. Christensen?” came the voice of the office Nurse. “You are Mrs. Christensen, right? Follow me please.” Ann stood and smoothed her skirt then followed the nurse through a door and down a brightly lit corridor. Stopping at an open door the nurse said, “In here please. The doctor will be right with you.” “Thank you,” Ann stammered as she stepped into the room, the door closing behind her. The room was cheaply appointed but not gaudy. There was a worn leather sofa along one wall. Opposite was an old desk and chair that looked to be on their last legs. A coffee table sat in front of the sofa scattered with six-week-old magazines. After a few moments the door opened and a short man walked into the room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Christensen. I’m Dr. Peterson.” Ann stared at the little man for a moment then extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you doctor.” Dr. Peterson certainly was nothing to look at. He had a ruddy complexion. His clothes were shabby to say the least. And his hair was greasy and stuck down to his head. The “pop-bottle-bottom” glasses perched on his oversized nose seemed to fit the rest of his appearance. In a word, Dr. Peterson was a classic nerd. Seating himself at his desk, the doctor picked up a chart, holding it very close to his face and peering through his thick glasses he assured himself this was Ann Christensen’s chart. The doctor took a bic pen from his pocket and made several notes. “Now, Mrs. Christensen, can you tell me how long you have been smoking?” “Since it was seventeen. Over twenty years.” “I see. I see,” the doctor said scribbling another note on the chart. “And do you take any medications? Any at all?” “No, doctor. None.” “Good. Good. And how is your general health?” “Just fine doctor. I have no problems…except for smoking.” “Ok then. I think we can go ahead.” Digging in a desk drawer, the doctor pulled out a pill bottle. Opening the cap he dropped one red capsule into a paper pill cup. “Here. This is Nembutal. It will relax you. Take it right down,” he said handing her the pill cup and a paper cup of water from the carafe on his desk. “You stretch out on the sofa and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The doctor opened the door and stepped into the corridor closing the door behind him. Ann looked at the capsule then popped it in her mouth, washing it down with the water. Then stretching out on the sofa she closed her eyes and tried to relax. “Why am I here?” she thought again for the hundredth time. “This was a dumb idea. The doctor is a geek and this is not going to work anyway.” These and other similar thoughts crowded her mind… Suddenly there was the doctor’s voice. “You can wake up now, Mrs. Christensen. How do you feel?” “I feel just fine, doctor,” Ann said standing. Oddly, she noticed in a moment that she did feel fine. Not just fine but better than fine. She felt very well, in fact. “But doctor, what about the treatment?” “Why it’s over and I must say you did very well, Mrs. Christensen. Better even than I expected.” “Oh, call me Ann, please doctor,” Ann said quickly not knowing quite why but warming to the doctor. “Ok then… Ann. I’ll see you again next…Tuesday,” the doctor said consulting his book. Ann walked out of the clinic and down the street feeling strangely wonderful. The sun seemed just a bit warmer, the trees a bit greener, the flowers maybe a bit more colorful. “And all because of that greasy little man,” Ann thought. “But he was nice and not all that bad really.” On Tuesday Ann arrived early for her next treatment. The last week had been so nice. Everything seemed better. She found herself smoking much less; even the craving seemed to be leaving her. And most of all her anxiety about the treatment was completely gone. The office nurse again showed Ann to a small consulting room and left her there alone to wait for the doctor. She picked up a dog-eared copy of Newsweek and began thumbing through it just as the doctor arrived. “Ah, Mrs. Christensen… I mean Ann. How good to see you again.” “Oh doctor, good morning,” Ann smiled. The doctor sat at his desk and picked up Ann’s chart and peered at it through his heavy glasses for a moment. “And how was your week, Ann?” “Oh it was a lovely week, doctor. Best week I’ve had in ages,” Ann answered truthfully. “Oh good. Yes very good,” the doctor commented as he scribbled notes in the chart. Then, digging in his desk drawer he handed Ann another pink capsule in a pill cup with a paper cup of water. “Take this and drink it right down now. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Ann swallowed the capsule with water and lay back on the sofa. It felt so comfortable. This sofa seemed to mold itself to every curve and contour. “The pleasant surroundings and lovely couch are just perfect,” Ann thought closing her eyes. “Wake up, Ann. Time to go,” the doctor was saying. Ann opened her eyes. “Oh I must have dozed off. Are we done already, doctor?” “Oh yes. We had quite a good session, Ann.” Standing Ann made for the door as the doctor said, “Again next Tuesday, Ann. Same time. Ok?” Ann nodded and turned to the door. As she opened it the doctor said, “Alexander Dumas.” Ann smiled broadly at the doctor. “Tuesday then, doctor.” Walking into the street Ann had the strangest sensations. If she had not known better she would have thought she was suddenly randy. Her nipples were noticeably hard and she felt a tingle between her legs. But, of course, that was silly. This was a thought she tried the rest of the day to put out of her mind, but for some reason the feelings would not leave her alone. The following Tuesday Ann was happy to report to the doctor how she had not had a single cigarette all week. “It’s like the craving is completely gone, doctor,” she said happily. “I am so happy. You are just wonderful.” “Well, it would seem Ann that you are doing quite well with the treatments. But I must tell you. If we should stop now you will likely be smoking again in just a few weeks,” the doctor cautioned. The doctor handed the pill and water cups to Ann. She swallowed them without a word, stretched out on the sofa and closed her eyes. “Ann, you are in a deep sleep, aren’t you?” the doctor, sitting next to her, asked ten minutes later. “Yes doctor.” “You understand the horrors of smoking, don’t you?” “Yes doctor.” “You understand we need to give you something else to obsess about don’t you, Ann?” “Yes doctor.” “Alexander Dumas.” At the sound of those two words Ann’s right hand went to the hem of her shirt and began to explore the nether regions between her legs. He left hand began to rub the nipples already becoming erect under her blouse. “I want you to have a really good session today, Ann. Do you understand?” “Oh yes, doctor,” Ann said, her breath coming in short gasps. “Your nipples are so hard, Ann. Your pussy so wet.” “Oh god, yes, doctor.” Unzipping his pants the doctor said, “You need my cock in your mouth, don’t you Ann?” “Oh yes. Please doctor. Please let me suck you,” Ann said through moans of passion. Her fingers had found their way inside her panties and were working furiously on her clit. The doctor began slapping her face with his cock, dragging it back and forth across her lips as it grew. Her tongue licked out trying desperately to catch it. “Oh God, doctor. Let me have it, please,” she begged. The doctor’s cock slid easily into Ann’s mouth and, moving his hips, he began fucking her mouth, thrusting deep into her throat. Ann’s tongue worked furiously, circling, caressing, and licking his cock as it pounded deeper into her throat. Ann’s back arched. Her heels digging into the leather sofa. Her fingers buried deep in her pussy as her orgasm began to build. He breath turned to short gasps, as she grew close. Then with one mighty spasm every muscle in her body tensed as her orgasm ripped through her. Again and again her body twitched with pleasure. At the same moment the doctor came sending huge loads of cum down her throat. Ann could not swallow fast enough to keep up with load after load filling her throat as she gagged on the doctor’s cock. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth as she collapsed, breathless. “That was very nice, Ann. Now go clean yourself up,” the doctor told her. She rose and went into the small bathroom adjacent to the consultation room. On returning, she took her place lying on the sofa and drifted off to sleep. “Ann, time to wake up,” the doctor told her. Opening her eyes, Ann felt so good, so relaxed. “Oh, doctor. I think I will keep this Tuesday appointment forever. I always seem to feel so good after a treatment. We can do that, can’t we?” she added anxiously. “For the time being, Ann. At least until you are completely over your smoking habit,” the doctor said. Then added to himself, “Or until a better fuck comes along.” The doctor smiled broadly at Ann as she walked to the door. “Then I shall never completely quite,” she said with a laugh. “Same time next Tuesday then, doctor.” Ann was smiling as she left the clinic already looking forward to her next visit and feeling a slight tingling between her thighs. Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic Ch. 02 The door closed behind Ann Christensen as she left Therapy Room 4 at the Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic. Doctor Gerald Peterson took a pen from the vinyl pocket protector in his shirt pocket and began scribbling notes in her chart. “Yes. Enter,” said the doctor to a knock at the door. “You have a phone call from Doctor Stein. And your next patient is waiting for you in three, doctor,” said Cheryl, the receptionist/nurse. “I’ll be just a minute, Cheryl.” Gerald Peterson picked up the telephone and pressed the blinking button. “Howie Stein. How are you, my friend?” “I’m fine, Gerald. Just checking on how our little drug experiment is working out.” “Sad to say it works like a charm. That new derivative of Nembutal is wonderful. You are going to make me obsolete with this drug.” “And when can I see your field notes?” “In another week or so. I’ll drop them by your office at the University. You will be very surprised at some of the results. Let’s make it a dinner meeting. Ok?” After a few pleasantries, Gerald hung up the phone. Gerald Peterson and Howard Stein had gone to Medical School together. Eventually they had become fast friends and roommates. Both had been studious students but each had different goals. Howard Stein aspired to do pure research while Gerald Peterson always wanted to do just what he was doing. Both graduated with honors and each found his niche in the medical world. Thinking back, Gerald remembered how this all started. Several years before, Howard began experimenting with new forms of the hypnotic drug Nembutal, long used by Oral Surgeons for pain control. Then six months ago Stein stumbled on a new derivative that worked almost instantly on women producing a deep hypnotic state. As soon as he discovered what he had, he phoned his old friend, Gerald Peterson. Gerald was the perfect person to do some quick field testing of the drug, and the Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic was the perfect place. Gerald smiled to himself when he thought of handing his friend his report on side affects. The major side affect was an unbelievable lessening of moral blocks. After a few tentative tries, Doctor Gerald Peterson had discovered that with a single phrase planted in the mind of his women patients he could turn them into raging nymphomaniacs instantly under the influence of the drug. In fact, there was even noticeable sexual arousal without the drug using the phrase alone. Being one to take advantage of a very good thing, Gerald soon began using the drug to replace his patient’s smoking habit with sex. He referred to this as “Replacement Therapy” in his reports. The whole thing worked perfectly. The women never remembered, Gerald was very careful about that, and the therapist was getting more sex than he ever could have wished for in his entire forty-two nerdish years. The fact that the women paid very well, very well indeed, was an added benefit. After a few more notes in Ann’s chart the doctor opened the door and walked down the hallway to a door marked “Therapy Room 3.” Entering, he greeted his next patient, “Good morning, Julie. And how was your week?” “Oh doctor. I never knew not smoking would be like this. My whole life has changed.” Doctor Peterson handed a pill cup and water to Julie Kemp saying, “Yes. You have made remarkable progress. We’ll talk about it during our session today. Now take this. I will be back in a few minutes and we will begin.” Julie downed the pill and stretched out on the cheap leather couch as the doctor left the room. Momentarily, Julie was drifting off to sleep. Out in the hallway, Cheryl and Doctor Peterson were arguing. “Are you coming over tonight, Jerry?” “No, Cheryl. I have work to do tonight. I have to get a report done for Dr. Stein.” Gerald Peterson eyed the curve of Cheryl’s breasts under her nurse’s dress thinking Cheryl’s a great fuck but she wants something permanent. Should have used the drug on her instead of the old fashioned way. That would have saved a lot to time and effort. “Jerry, it seems like all you do is work. You just don’t have time for me anymore,” Cheryl said with a sob. “Oh dry your tears, Cheryl. We’ll do something this weekend. I promise,” he lied. With that the doctor turned and re-entered the room where Julie was dozing. Seating himself on the coffee table in front of the couch the doctor asked, “Are you asleep, Julie?” “Yes.” “Are you ever going to try smoking again?” “No. Never.” “Why is that, Julie?” “Because my life is so much better now, doctor.” “Good. Good. Alexander Dumas.” Julie’s hands began massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples through her silk blouse. Her breathing began to deepen and her nipples became erect. The doctor slipped his hand under her skirt, pulled her panties aside and began to stroke her shaven pussy. Lifting his hand to his lips Gerald tasted Julie’s sweet wetness. He was always amazed at this woman. She always went under the hypnotic spell of the drug very quickly and always became instantly wet at the key words. Gerald stood and removed his trousers. Already his cock was growing to semi-hardness in anticipation of Julie’s fabulous cunt. He always looked forward to Julie Kemp’s Tuesday, mid-morning appointment. She was a very beautiful woman in her mid-thirties but very modest and unassuming. But with just that one special phrase she turned into a wild ball of lust ready for any kind of a fuck especially if it was a long and hard ride. Julie reached out for Gerald’s cock and, pulling it to her mouth, began to devour it. Her tongue wrapped around the head and pulled it deep into her throat. Her hands worked furiously on her clit. Her hips ground against the leather of the couch as Gerald added his fingers to her pussy. Low moans began deep in her throat. Reaching down, Gerald wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to her knees. His cock slid easily into her dripping pussy. Slowly at first he began to stroke her pussy by moving his hips. Julie began to growl and push hard against him. Her ass slapped against his thighs. Gerald could feel her pussy contract as her orgasm began. But still he pumped his cock in and out of her sending her to new heights. Wave after wave coursed through her body, her pussy clamping hard around Gerald’s cock as the orgasmic contractions continued on and on. Gerald’s legs dripped with the juices pouring from Julie’s quivering pussy. Then just as Julie was about to collapse in a heap he shot his load deep into her to mix with her juices as both screamed with the force of their pleasure. Doctor Peterson walked into the little bathroom off the therapy room and cleaned himself up. When he returned Julie was sleeping soundly curled up on the couch. He sat on the coffee table. “Julie. Time to get cleaned up. Go in the bathroom now.” Julie rose and wandered into the bathroom and closed the door. Gerald could hear water running as he sat at his desk and began to make notes in her chart. Presently she returned and lay down on the couch, eyes closed. “Wake up now, Julie.” Instantly Julie was awake, smiling. “Oh, doctor. I always feel so good after one of our sessions,” she said yawning. “I do so look forward to Tuesdays.” “As do I, Julie. See you next week.” Gerald Peterson continued writing in her chart as Julie left the room, walked out of the office and into the street thinking what a lovely day it was. There was lightness in her step that wasn’t there before her session. Julie often noticed this after her Tuesday appointment. Gerald set the chart down on a pile of charts to be filed away by Cheryl later. Glancing at his watch he noted that it was lunchtime. “Ah, yes. Have to keep up my strength,” he said to himself as he too made his way down the hallway and his lunch date with Ms. Fran Deacon, an ex-patient, who wanted to show him how much she appreciated his fine therapeutic work. Smiling, Gerald tuned right at the street and walked leisurely toward another adventure.