Chapter 1: Office Visit
"Excuse me ... I..." I stumbled over my words, as I got a look at the woman sitting in front of me. "I was looking for ... Dr. Rodriguez."
"You found her," she said with a grin that was almost a smirk. "I'm Carmen Rodriguez. Perhaps you were expecting a man, no? But as you can see, I am a woman."
That I could see. Indeed! A large and very well built woman, 'stacked like a brick shit house' I would have said in college days. A large expanse of Dr. Rodriguez's ample brown bosom revealed by a very low-cut smock confirmed it. The smock that barely extended below her crotch showed a long stretch of smooth dark skin that offered even more dazzling proof.
"Please make yourself comfortable, Robert" Dr. Rodriguez said, startling me. I realized I had been gaping. The low couch she indicated was comfortable, but I was not. As I sat down, I found I had an unimpeded view up between Dr. Rodriguez's legs.
"So, you told my nurse you are suffering from headaches. For how long?" The first few questions were perfunctory, but I was shocked by what came next.
"Now I am going to ask you some personal questions," she said and gazed deeply into my eyes. "I don't want you to try keeping any secrets from your doctor," she smiled
"Well, within reason," I replied stiffly.
Her grin was condescending, not wholly professional. "Oh, Robert, you'll answer questions for me, whether you want to or not."
"I don't think I like you attitude, doctor. And don't call me Robert"
"Oh, my," cooed, "I think it's your attitude that is in the way, but there's a way to change that," she smiled in reply.
"What are you doing?" I asked in horror as Dr. Rodriguez opened yet another button of her smock and revealed what I had suspected. No bra.
"Showing you my pretty titties, Robert. You have been trying to peek at them all the while we talked. I guess you like girls with big boobs, eh? Well, go ahead and take a nice long look. Letting these babies work on you should make you a lot more cooperative."
I was starting to feel strange before I noticed the small locket that Dr. Rodriguez was dangling between her large creamy breasts, flashing rhythmically. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fixed. "You like looking at my titties, Robert. Just keep looking. Looking. They are so soft ... and warm, just as you feel, soft and warm inside. Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
I didn't want to, but somehow I knew I would.
"How often do you have sexual intercourse?"
"Huh?" I asked dreamily.
"You know what I mean," she grinned, "how often do you get laid?"
"Uh, dunno, almost every weekend," I mumbled.
"Almost? Weekend?" Her voice was incredulous. "Do you mean that there are nights you sleep alone, without a woman in your bed to ... satisfy you? That must be very hard. You must be really horny all the time, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," I heard myself admit. I had never thought of myself that way, but when Dr. Rodriguez looked deep into my eyes and said it, I knew it was true.
"How do you manage?"
"What?" I was distracted.
"How do you satisfy your extraordinary sexual appetites?
"Oh, I pick up girls here and there. There are several I call. It usually works out." It was hard to remember, to think.
"That's not good enough for a man with your needs," she concluded. "And all the other nights?" she grinned.
I felt compelled to speak, but embarrassment held my tongue. Carmen looked at me with amusement. "Oh, I know it's hard to say, Robert but I know what you do. All naughty boys do it if they don't have a regular woman, a woman who knows just what turns you on, who screws you even before you know you need it. You get yourself off with your hand don't you?"
Blushing furiously, I wanted to deny it, but there were Dr. Rodriguez's eyes on me. "Yes," I whispered.
"Of course you do, Robert. I don't blame you; young men need sex, but it's so unnecessary. You have a housekeeper don't you?"
"My housekeeper?" I thought foggily. Maria, the woman I had hired a few weeks ago? "Yes." I said.
"She's very petty, isn't she?"
"Yes," I had to agree.
"So tell me why you allow yourself to suffer those intense cravings for sex. She could be in your bed every night."
"I can't sleep with my housekeeper!" I replied, the shock jarring me slightly out of the peaceful fog I was in.
"Why not? That hot little bitch loves to screw. Don't tell me she is refusing to fuck you!"
Something was wrong. Dr. Rodriguez seemed to know about Maria. And Maria had suggested I come for this appointment. I started to smell a rat and my head was starting to clear. "On the contrary, Dr. Rodriguez. There is nothing she wants more. She has done everything she can to get me into bed. She wears tantalizing mini-skirts, skin-tight short shorts, translucent blouses without a bra to show off her titties. She wiggles her ass and bounces her boobies for me shamelessly. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep my hands off of her.
"So why do you?"
"I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure. I think she may be after something more than a good lay."
"Of course she is," Carmen laughed. "Probably wants a promotion from housekeeper to homemaker, the little vixen. Women seldom want to fuck guys JUST for the sex, even ones like you." She gave me a hot, appraising look. "Well, your problem is pretty obvious. You are not getting enough really good sex. A series of one-night stands can't satisfy your appetites. You need to be in a woman every night, letting her get you off several times. Did you have a nice roll in the hay this morning before you came here?"
"Of course not," I replied.
"I thought not. That would explain your reactions now."
"You are becoming sexually aroused. Seems looking at my titties has done something to you. I'd better examine you to confirm my diagnosis." She was right. My eyes had wandered back to her breasts and I was rock hard.
"You want me to disrobe?" I felt so confused.
"That won't be necessary," she laughed. Believe me; I know how to get a horny young man out of his pants." Then she was standing in front of me, beginning to open my shirt and loosen my belt. I felt helpless to stop her.
"Now, let me unzip you." As she bent down her large succulent breasts were just inches from my eyes "Oh, you have nice swelling there where a woman likes to see one. You are really big here, Bobby," she continued, reaching down to massage my prick through my shorts. "This must account for your success with the girls. They see the size of that bulge and their panties start getting wet. Mine sure are. I'm going to pull down your shorts to get a better look at you. I think you will be more comfortable lying down."
I looked around nervously for an examination table.
She must have read my thoughts. "This is a special examination Bobby; come with me. I want you to be VERY comfortable." She led me to an adjoining room with a low, hospital like bed and smiled at me. Her eyes seemed to be giving an order. Meekly, I lay down. "Very good, Bobby. Now, you must not speak again except to answer my questions," she said and began stroking my prick.
"Here is your problem, Bobby, your cock." I didn't understand, but she had forbidden me to speak. Her hand on my cock felt too good, anyway. I gazed up at her smiling eyes.
"You have a long thick cock, a cock that would please any woman. When a cock like yours goes into a woman it must arouse her profoundly. She must start cumming as soon as this beautiful tool penetrates her. A woman when filled with a prick like yours, just go off her nut too quickly. You bring her to a series of orgasms as you pound away at her. When you finally unload your balls into her, it's 'good night sweetheart.' She passes out in ecstasy. She can't do anything for you because she's still knocked out. Am I correct?"
"Yes," I replied dreamily.
"You're missing the long slow build up to orgasm with the woman controlling the pace, making you gradually want it more and more until you are crazy for release. I'll bet you have never known how good it feels for a woman to fuck you from on top."
I shook my head in agreement.
"You don't know the pleasure of being in the sexual thrall of a woman."
"No," I agreed. This was totally wrong. I didn't want to be in the sexual power of a woman. But then why was I enjoying what Carmen was doing to me?
"But you need to know; you need to experience that. It explains your headaches."
Headaches! It was Maria who had been pestering me to see a doctor about my headaches, Maria who had set up this appointment with Dr. Rodriguez. But that meant ... Carmen's breathy voice interrupted my thoughts. "The headaches are a symptom of your unsatisfied craving for sex, sexual domination."
"No, no. I don't need..." I tried to protest, but Dr. Rodriguez put her finger to her lips to silence me and continued to stroke my prick deliciously.
"I prescribe therapy beginning immediately, Robert. Don't argue with your doctor." she ordered, smiling. "I know what's good for you, poor baby, and I am going to doctor you good. You need sex badly and I'm going to give you a big dose of the medicine that will give you instant relief," she growled lustfully.
.... There is more of this story ...