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The Love Doctor

Copyright© 2022 by Master Jonathan

Chapter 2

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Judy Miller had a problem... she'd never had a proper orgasm! It wasn't for lack of trying, it's just she had a mental block that prevented her from fully enjoying sex. And although her husband had been patient, it had gotten in the way of her marriage now. So she goes to see Dr. Andrews to see if he could help get rid of the block and allow her to orgasm...

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Doctor/Nurse   Slow  

Judy looked at me through her spread knees. She was a smoldering fire just waiting for that one little burst of fresh air to fan her into a full-blown conflagration. And I was about to blow her fire to life.

“Tell me, Judy. Tell me what you want. But this time, use your words,” I said. She knew exactly what I meant. She knew that I didn’t want the sweet and pure and mannerly Judy. No, I was after the horny, wanton, slut that I knew she was hiding inside. I wanted her to tell me in the most explicit, dirty, foul-mouthed terms just what to do to her. And I wasn’t going to proceed until I got my dirty slut.

“Please, Peter ... please lick me ... lick my ... pussy,” she said. I could hear the lust in her voice but I wasn’t satisfied with the way she asked.

“Oh come now, Judy. You aren’t asking for a cookie! Do you want me to lick your pussy or not? This dirty (lick)...

nasty (lick)...

slutty (lick) ... pussy?” I asked her. With each word, I gave her pussy a long lick and she groaned in response. I needed her to get more aroused – much more aroused. If I was going to help her get past this problem, I needed her to get so worked up she didn’t think anymore.

I believed that Judy’s problem lay in overthinking and being so concerned about being “Daddy’s good girl” that she was afraid to let herself go. So I needed her to get past thinking and down to her base instincts – her animal urges.

“You know, I think you just don’t want it enough ... I think you need a little inspiration to get to the slut I know is inside you. I have just the thing to ‘inspire’ you!” I said.

I opened my bottom desk drawer and pulled out the Hitachi Magic Wand I keep in there for special sessions. I brought it around to show it to Judy.

“Do you know what this is my dear?” I asked her.

“No,” she replied.

“Well this is called a Hitachi Magic Wand, it is one of the most powerful vibrators on the market today. It is sold as a ‘personal massager’ and supposed to be used for sore muscles and the like. However, many people have found a much more entertaining use for the device. Allow me to demonstrate,” I said. I plugged the cord into a nearby outlet and with one hand I spread the lips of her pussy apart. “I suggest you find something to hang on to Judy!”

I clicked the device on the low setting to begin with and when it came on the noise startled her. The Hitachi Wand may be a powerhouse, but it is also one of the noisiest vibrators around too! Once she was used to the noise, however, she relaxed a bit. That’s when the show began.

I touched the buzzing head of the Wand to her pink interior and she jumped shrieking, “OH FUCK!” She immediately began twisting and bucking, trying to get away from the devilish toy. But I was holding onto her, not wanting her to fall off the desk and get hurt.

I laid an arm over her hips holding her firmly in place while I pressed the Wand harder into her pussy. I watched her feet skid on my desktop, her stylish high heels unable to find purchase on the smooth slick surface.

“Ohhh, God! OHHH fuck! Oh! Oh, my God Fuck! Yes ooh!” she chattered as the Wand did it evil work.

I have known many women who have tried the Wand both in my professional and private life. I have yet to find one who can withstand its power for long. Being brand new to the device, I knew Judy wouldn’t stand a chance against my machine and I counted on her to succumb to it quickly.

As soon as I had her babbling and writhing in pure rapturous bliss, I pulled the Wand away from her pussy. As soon as the buzzing in her dripping pussy stopped she looked up at me.

“Wh-why did you stop? I was getting so close!” she panted heavily.

“Because, Judy, you haven’t told me what you want,” I said simply.

“What? I don’t understand...” she said looking puzzled.

“Judy I told you I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to use your words and tell me EXACTLY what you want, explicitly and without sugar-coating it. I am going to bring out the slut in you and make you into the dirty naughty little cock-loving fucktoy I know is inside you!” I said.

Judy was a little surprised and even shocked at the tone and words I was using now but I didn’t have time to waste on playing around. She came to me because she needed help and I had played around with her long enough. It was time to get down to it.

“Peter...” she said trying to be sweet.

“TELL ME!” I said sounding angry now. “Tell me what you want slut! Tell me or you may as well just leave. Now tell me ... and call me Daddy when you do!”

“Please Daddy! Please make me cum! Oh, God, I need to cum so badly! Daddy, please, please make me cum!” she cried out, more from the shock of what I demanded than the erotic nature of it, I think. But it was what I asked for however, it arrived. So with that, I pushed the Wand back into her pussy hard and rubbed it against her clit.

“Now I want you to cum for Daddy. You want to be Daddy’s good little girl, don’t you? Then cum for me babygirl. Cum for Daddy! Cum NOW!” I growled.

As I had suspected, the loss of Judy’s father the way it happened affected her profoundly. Judy was very much a “Daddy’s girl” and having him die like he did was causing her to put up walls to her own happiness and the success of her marriage. By my taking his place – at least acting the part – she had “Daddy” back and she was free of her own mental constraints.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Daddy! Ohhh, God, I’m CUMMINNNGG!” she screamed. And sure enough, her dam burst and she poured out her juices all over my desk and the floor.

All the pent up years of not being able to release came spilling out with her pussy juices, and Judy let go of herself finally. She thrashed around on the desk as I held onto her, the Wand still pressed against her spasming pussy, drawing out this much needed and long-delayed release.

I made sure she had a good hard cum before I relented and let her calm down. She lay on my desk panting like she’d run a marathon at full speed, pussy juice still leaking out from between her long and spread legs. Her eyes were half-closed in a dreamy semi-conscience state and she had a smile on her face – the happy, contented smile of a woman who had just cum good and proper!

I let her rest until she came back to me fully and then I helped her off the desk. I showed her to the ladies’ room across the hall from my office. When she had “freshened up” and got herself together again, she returned to the office where I was waiting.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Peter, for what you did for me today. I ... I just don’t have the words to express how much it meant that you saw me on such short notice for one thing but then what you did for me...” she said.

“Well, you are quite welcome Judy. But don’t get ahead of yourself; this was just a temporary fix. We still need to talk through your daddy issues and get to the root of the problem. Just one quick orgasm isn’t going to fix anything. All it showed me today is that you are physically able to orgasm with the proper stimulation. Why you have such trouble at it, remains to be discovered,” I said.

“Of course, doctor. I do want to get this matter resolved so I can have regular normal complete sex. I will call your receptionist in the morning and set up next week’s appointment,” she said.

“No need, I can do it right now if you like. Let’s see, I have Tuesday or Thursday open,” I said.

“How about Thursday ... do you have anything in the afternoon? I have to make sure that my daughter is home from preschool,” she said.

“I have Thursday at 3:00 which is our regular time or Thursday at 4:30. Which would be better for you?” I asked.

“3:00 is okay I guess. That way I’m not late fixing dinner for David and Lisa,” she said.

I walked Judy to the front door of the office. “Peter, I really do appreciate what you have done for me today. Would it be okay if I ... um ... gave you a kiss on the cheek? You know, to thank you?” she said.

“Sure Judy, that would be fine,” I said. I turned my head and she planted a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“Oops! I got a little lipstick on you!” she said, giggling as she wiped it off. Then she turned and walked to the elevator waving as the door opened and stepped inside.


That following Thursday, Judy arrived right on time for her appointment.

“Hello Doctor, she said as she came into the office.

“Hello Judy, How are you today?” I asked.

“I’m okay, I guess,” she said. I could hear in her voice she was just okay.

“How has your week been since our last visit?” I asked.

“Well, after our last visit – a wonderful one, thank you again – I went out and bought one of those Hitachi Wands. They certainly are proud of them ... the thing cost me $75.00! But after what you did for me, I figured I would get one for myself. Problem is that even using the Wand it wasn’t as good as the other day here with you. I didn’t even cum!” she said.

“Judy, I wish you had asked me before spending so much on a Wand. You see it wasn’t the Wand that made you cum that afternoon. The Wand only helped get you to a point in your arousal that I could work with. It was my attitude that got you off, Judy.

“The way I talked to you, the way I treated you, and the things I said were what brought you to orgasm. The Wand only stimulated your body. Orgasms are as much in the mind as they are in the body. Do you understand?” I said.

“I think so. But what am I going to do about that? How do I cum in my mind?” she asked getting frustrated again.

“That is what we are here to figure out, my dear,” I said. Now that I knew a bit more about what was causing her mental block, we concentrated on it. I asked her questions and we discussed her early childhood and her relationship with her father.

She opened up about the fact that the woman she called her mother wasn’t her real birth mother, her real birth mother left her when she was a little girl only five years old. It was her and her father for a few years until he remarried when she was almost twelve.

That’s when she developed her “daddy crush”. And for a little, while she even resented her new mother for coming in and taking him away from her. But she finally accepted that her daddy had another girl in his life and things settled down for a while. She even began to love her new mother as time went on. And the family was complete once again. That is, until the accident.

“Judy, I am very sorry that you had such a hard time growing up. It sounds like your life has been a series of fits and starts, highs and lows. It’s no wonder with such a roller coaster life that you have trouble connecting with people.

“We all have people come in and out of our lives, that’s just the way it goes. But you seem to have a revolving door on your life and people file in and out like it’s a conga line!

“Between growing up in the military and moving around so much, your birth mother abandoning you and your father’s accident, it’s a wonder you can connect at all! Let me ask you, when was your first sexual experience?” I asked her.

“In high school. It was after a school dance – Valentine’s Day in my sophomore year. It was just a little before Dad died as a matter of fact. Tommy Greene, I think his name was. I thought he was ‘the one’ and we danced several dances together. Fast ones mostly, but then came a slow dance.

“I remember he felt so good close to me ... after the dance, we drove over to Bear Creek Park and parked. We started kissing which led to making out and the next thing you know I was no longer ‘cherry’. He was very sweet and gentle. But then came another move, his this time. At the end of our sophomore year, his family moved away and I was once more left alone,” she sighed.

“You said this was a little before your Dad passed away?” I asked.

“Yes, Dad died partway into my junior year. He was so looking forward to seeing me graduate. After his accident, I just shut down. I didn’t date, I didn’t go out, I didn’t do much of anything socially. I went to school and came home to help Mom around the house. That was my life until I graduated high school. I didn’t go to my junior or senior proms, I didn’t go to any dances, football games, or anything. I was just a shell, putting in the hours until graduation.

“After I graduated, I found a job and that’s where I met David. He breathed new life into me somehow and I finally was able to feel again. But there has always been this ‘problem’ with sex since we have been together. At first, David was very understanding and supportive. Then he was accepting. But now it’s becoming an issue, and so I am here to try to find out how to fix it,” she said.

“Judy, I believe what you suffer from is a form of the Electra Complex, a condition where a young girl, you, in this case, has an attraction or ‘crush’ on her father. If you were a boy attracted to your mother it would be an Oedipus Complex.

“Your father was your hero ... a military man and the only man who stuck by you through all your ups and downs. He was your rock, the one stable thing in your life. That is until he was killed.

“Your ‘superman’ found his kryptonite and when he was gone you had nothing substantive to cling to. Your mother, or rather stepmother, was there but you hadn’t really formed a tight bond with her yet.

“So you were lost. And this has caused you to have problems relating to any men. You cannot seem to relax enough to be comfortable letting down your walls, and the lack of intimacy is only reinforced each time you try to have relations with your husband. You are actually driving the wedge between you deeper each time you and David try to have sex,” I said.

“So what can I do doctor? How can I remove this wedge and have a meaningful sexual relationship with David? I don’t want to lose him, but if I don’t find an answer soon I’m afraid I will,” she said sadly.

“Well, Judy, what you need is another daddy. A surrogate daddy if you will that you can rely on like you did your real father. You need another superman Judy,” I said.

“I don’t follow...” she said.

“You remember last week when you were here ... how excited you got when I started talking dirty to you. When I said I was your Daddy and that Daddy wanted you to cum, you nearly left the desk! The idea that you were with your ‘Daddy’ was enough to set you off. I think you need a new Daddy to please, Judy.

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