~Subject: Playing Doctor ~From: Felix Chien <blackcat@gvi.net> ~Date: 10 Jan 1996 04:25:00 GMT ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories usual disclaimer: all of this is a fictional account. if you are 18 and under then get out The husband had come in with his wife, complaining of difficulties with their sex life. The woman had complained of her inability to achieve an orgasm. Her husband it seemed couldn't contain himself to allow his wife time to enjoy the pleasures he seemed to acquire quickly. "I always to come too soon", he said. He discussed his teenage years and how he always seemed to be in a rush to have sex. " In the back of my car, the fear of getting caught always forced me to speed up things." I advised him that perhaps he needs to try what I call a squeeze technique. I told his wife that when her husband gets an erection and is about to ejaculate, she needs to put her thumb and forefinger just beneath the corona of the penis and squeeze briefly. This may decrease the sensation to allow him sufficient time to control his ejaculation. I said good luck and come into my office later next month and tell me the results. After some time passed, the couple returned to my office and were not very happy with the results. The wife, an attractive brunette, seemed almost devestated. The husband recounted his experiences and said," I have the staying power, but I just can't seemed to satisfy her, and I don't know why." I asked the wife some questions whether she felt pain with intercourse, "dyspareunia", usually due to deep penetration. But there are secondary problems that may occur. I also ruled out organic problems such as postmenopausal vaginal atrophy, infection, endometriosis, and previous surgery. She held her hands in despair and shook her head mumbling, "I'll never have a satisfying sexual experience, never." I asked the wife to make an appointment with me at a later date and told the husband that his problem was cured and that his wife may have a psychological problem and may need individual counseling. She returned on the next appointment date, miserable as she was in the two previous sessions. I took down the normal information: socioeconomic status, etc.etc and gave a thorough and complete historic evaluation. I gave her a complete physical examination and nothing seemed to work. Heather was almost in tears responding plaintively "What can I do, what can I do". I asked her to seek another physician as I also felt frustrated. But I said we could be friends and she took me up on that. The doctor that she went to also proved to be not promising. She called me and asked if she could see me. I said, "All right, but we weren't successful; perhaps a less sterile environment such as my apartment." What time she asked." 3:00 Tuesday, I replied. I invited her to my apartment one afternoon, in an upscale neighborhood I'd have to say a very comfortable abode, with warm furnishings. Perhaps this environment may calm her fears down enough to get to the gist of the problem. She rang my bell, and I answered the door. She was wearing a white warm fuzzy angora sweater which she filled quite nicely. My calm, professional demeanor was slowly coming undone, as I noticed how her Guess jeans smoothly rounded her feminine curves. She sat down and gazed at the apartment commenting how wonderful my aesthetic tastes were. I said I had taken a couple of classes at FIT and she said, "my my, artistic as well." She crossed her legs on the chair she was sitting in, her hand stroking her inner thigh. I said would you like a glass of water, I have all sorts of flavors, cherry, lemon, etc. etc. She said, "No, thank you. I just want to talk." So I asked her about her life, and she was sad. "My husband can't bring me to any levels of satisfaction; he is boring. having sex with him is about as enjoyable as watching spilled milk evaporate." I was at this point gradually becoming more and more enticed by the beauty of her dark brown eyes which seemed to tease from my sophisticated veneer more animlastic thoughts. She said," in order to free oneself from temptation one must indulge in it." I tried to think of something to say to avoid her implication. But my penis was noticeably enlarging. I said," perhaps you and your husband should learn to communicate effectively". There was no reason why I said this. I simply said it to avoid a possible tete a tete that might provoke litigation. She said, "Dr. i don't mind telling you this, but I find you to be an attractive man. You have a mind. My husband is as dumb as a .... She asked, "Dr. do you find me attractive?" I straightened my tie and said, "of course, you are an attractive woman by society's standards. She moved closer towards me, fingering my prep school tie, "but Doctor do you find me attractive?" I was hot and bothered to say the least. Trying to think of something to stop this from happening. I quickly asked, " I have this great oolong tea, straight from Hong Kong, would you care to try some. Also I have this japanese sweet jellies, you might want to indulge in these. These are quite tasty." She was a bit more aggressive now." And said, you know. My husband always took the fast road to things; I prefer a slower route, like a slow boat to China." I was doomed. I looked at her heaving breasts and erect nipples. And my intellectual instincts gave way to my more primal ones. She took off her sweater and her blouse and said, "Dr. you've got to do it, remember you've got to look after the welfare of your patient. I said," but you are my ex-patient, remember that and I dove at her like a hyena in heat" My tongue made circular motions around her nipples, as her head cocked back and eyes closed. I made a deep stabbing motion into her vagina and felt her body shake involuntarily with each thrust. I could feel my penis becoming lubricated and pulse raced. I thought about med school and thought about her ischiocavernossus and pubococcygeal muscles. Her fingers clawed on my back, nails tearing off skin. I pushed her shoulders down taken aback by her ferocity and began thrusting harder and harder. She grabbed at the sides of my head and brought me down to her neck. I massaged her neck vein with my tongue, feeling the silky smoothness, tasting the sweet sweat from her nimble body. She was in utter ecstasy. She kept saying, "Doc, don't stop. Don't stop." I replied with heavy breathing." Don't worry I'm not like that wimp husband of yours, you'll be satisfied, I had my yohimbine today." I started thinking about those stupid HMOs how they deprived the quality of care other patient's received. My ex-patient wouldn't be getting the care she was receiving now had she gone to an HMO. I turned her over on all fours. I decided it was doggie style time. I felt her labored breathing. Her labia was a deep purple color and congested and swollen. her clitoris was no longer visible having retreated under the clitoral hood. My scrotum was hurting so much from the pleasure. I anally intruded her, and she gasped for a moment and groaned. She placed her hand under her mons pubis trying to reach for her clitoris. She was panting heavily. With each thrust, she cried out." God, I can't believe I have such a fucking,stupid husband." I brought my penis out, like all those dumb porno films and sprayed her with my tumescence. But before I came. I said "I know your pleasure points. That's why the educated man is always the best man." She turned around and her mouth surrounded my organ and she began to suck the remnants of my haploid brethren to a point of sheer ecstasy. I grasped her tousled brown hair and said Babe, you'll never look at dim sum in the same way again.