~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.