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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Therapy (MC, Mdom, humor, rom, preg)
Date: Sun,  3 Nov 2002 23:10:05 -0500
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Title: Fantasy Therapy (MC, Mdom, humor, rom, preg)
Author: Homer Vargas
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Summary: Dr. Vargas uses unusual means to help a man
with a common problem: a sexy wife who does notwant to
get pregnant
Keywords: MC, Mdom, humor, rom, preg

Last edited 11/01/02


Fantasy Therapy (MC, Mdom, humor, rom, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

A small brown man in an expensive but ill-fitting suit
sat behind the desk, smiling sympathetically at the
man before him.  "Your complaints are not dissimilar
to many I've heard, Mr. Frusten.  Your wife has borne
you the two point zero zero zero children she felt was
her duty and, though still sexy, has now turned her
attention to other matters.  'Getting on with her
life' many women call it.  Sex just isn't a part of
that plan, or outright dangerous as she doesn't intend
for another one, two, or three point zero zero zero
babies to come along"

"Yes, that's it.  She hardly ever fucks me.  I can't
understand how she can do this to me!"

"She probably is not being intentionally cruel,
Arthur.  Most women simply have no conception of men's
constant, overpowering need for sex and how much we
love to see a beautiful woman stretched full of our
babies, so she does not fathom the degree of your
torment.  I call it the 'sexless wife syndrome:' no
miniskirts, no skimpy undies, no sexy sleepwear even
when you buy it for her, no high, open toe sandals, no
intimate dinners, no evenings out at parties or
dancing, no giving or receiving of oral sex, and
especially no spontaneous, unprotected intercourse."

The man nodded sadly.  "Is there anything I can DO,
Dr. Vargas?"

"Of course, Arthur.  You CAN just continue to take it,
as you have for the last five or ten years.  You are,
what, 45 now?  In another 25-30 years your sex drive
may have diminished to approximate that of your wife's
and you can spend your declining years holding hands
and pretending you had been happy all the time."

"But I CAN'T take it any longer," the man almost
sobbed.  "I love her, but I can't go on without more
sex.  Isn't there anything else"

"You say you've tried all the women's magazine advice:
leaving love notes, bringing flowers, buying her sexy
lingerie, suggesting romantic vacations.  But she
knows what you really have in mind is SEX and she's
not buying it. That works only when she doubts you
love her.  She seems sure enough you love her, sure
enough she does not worry your frustration would send
you to another woman.  No, there is not much else YOU
can do, but there's a hell of a lot SHE could do.  I
think we need to bring about a convergence of your
sexual fantasies"

"Fantasies?  She doesn't HAVE any sexual fantasies."

"You may be right.  When you first married, she
probably had some ridiculously fantastic expectations
of you.  When she realized you were just a man, she
gave up on you and her fantasies. Not to worry.  In a
way it makes our job easier if she has NO fantasies.

"But then 'converge?'"

"We simply give her yours."

"Mine?  But I don't really have fantasies, either.  I
just want a hot, pregnant wife."

"Fantasy enough, some would say, but don't sell
yourself short, Arthur.  Perhaps you just haven't
explored your deeper desires.  How much pornography do
you read?"

"Pornography?  Oh, gosh!  None since I was married. 
Deborah would kill me.  Well, maybe a glimpse of
'Playboy' when I travel on business."

"Hmmm.  Ever read smutty stories on the internet? 
MCStories. com?  Erticstories.com?  Storiesonline.com?
 Dark Wandereer.com?  Or just the ASSM?"

"'A-S-S-M?'"

"'Alternative Sex Stories Moderated,'" the largest,
most comprehensive site of all and maintained by
readers who contribute money at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html

"No, none of that."

"Then you don't know if you have fantasies or not,
Arthur.  I think we'd better find out, don't you?"

"But if *I* don't know, how can *you* find out.?"

"Quite easily.  I'll run a psychopornogram on you." 
He motioned to a closet-size chamber.

"A psycho-what"

"Never mind.  Just remove your clothes and step into
the machine."

"Remove my clothes?"

"Many fantasies -- the good ones, at least -- involve
skin-to-skin contact with the opposite sex.  The
psychopornograph records your reactions as experienced
during them,"  the brown man explained as he ushered
his patient through a small door.

"Wow!  It's warm and slick and ...oooh ... feels like
...tits and ... ahhh, a pussy in here"

"Two very important elements in a male sex fantasy,
I'm sure you'll agree.  Sensors and
nano-servo-mechanisms can adjust the organs to various
size, hardness, tightness, etc.  The "pussy," --
that's the default setting for the penis receptacle --
can also become an "ass," a "mouth" or a "hand" of
various dimensions and gender."

"Gender?"  No way!"

"We're very thorough, Mr. Frusten.  Now drink this
before you put on the face piece."

"What's that?"

"A small dose of hypnohol.  You need to be very
suggestible for the period of the examination in order
to react fully to each fantasy scenario as it's
presented."

<gulp>  And the face piece?  Wow!  That stuff is ...
goooood"

Well your mouth will also experience contact with
"breasts," "asses," "tummies," "clitties," and "lips"
of both types."

"Mrmpffg?"

"Now just relax as the psychopornograph takes you
through a simulated reading of all 735,451,837 --
wait, I see my "Chloe and Mom: Conclusion" and
"Fantasy Aftermath" have just been posted --
735,451,839 stories on ASSM."

"Mghrkdv!"

"Exactly."

******

A few hours later, the same small brown man in the
same expensive but ill-fitting suit again was sitting
behind the same desk, smiling benevolently at the same
man before him.  "What's the verdict, doc?" he
inquired.

"Well, for a man with 'no fantasies,' Arthur, you
certainly have some doozies." the doctor chuckled. 
"Who would have thought?  You liked a lot of some
pretty kinky stuff, but the psychopornograph went off
the charts when you hit the Frank McCoy stories."

"Frank McWho?"

"Well-known author.  Writes fantasies in which incest
is harmless fun and granddads and granddaughters,
mothers and sons, daddies and pre-teen girls, uncles,
aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews happily fuck up a
storm, making babies out the kazoo."

"I wouldn't like that kind of trash!"

"Tell your cock that, Arthur.  You came so hard you
shorted out my apparatus.  Clearly this is the fantasy
we need your wife to fulfill for you."

"But my wife would never fulfill an incest fantasy of
mine -- if I have one."

"Get your wife here for an appointment, Arthur, and
leave the rest to Dr. Vargas."

*****

The office and the brown man and ill fitting suit were
the same, but facing him was a well put together and
very irate woman, a partially drunk cup of tea sat
before her.  "I don't know what kind of a
'relationship specialist' you claim to be, Dr. Vargas,
but there is nothing wrong with Arthur's and my
'relationship' except that he wants to act like a
fourteen year old boy."

"Could you elaborate, Mrs. Frusten."

"You know perfectly well what I mean," she glared,
taking a sip of tea to gather her thoughts.  "He
pesters me for sex ALL the time.  If I didn't keep him
under control, we'd be making love EVERY week, maybe
more!  I've explained to Arthur very clearly that we
are NOT having any more children.  Since I'm not
messing up my body with artificial chemicals and I
sure don't trust him with condoms, he just has to be
mature enough to restrict himself to once a month
during my safe period."

"I see, you DO have a problem."

"I should say."  The next sip of tea was more of a
swig.  "Besides being oversexed, I can't trust him. 
He knew I'd said one child was more than enough, but
one night -- and the sneaky bastard knew just WHICH
night to choose -- he 'romanced' me -- dinner, dancing
-- and then, boom, back home he took advantage of my
having had a little too much to drink.  Before I knew
it, he had his hand in my puss making me come like a
cheap whore.  He knows I don't permit that!  After a
few orgasms I was so addled I let him make love and,
bingo, I wind up expecting again."  The woman
shuddered at the memory and sipped the tea.

"And he is so disgusting, no self control.  He
masturbates!  Every day it appears!  I find flaky
pajamas and wadded up tissues - who does he think he's
kidding?"

"It must be very difficult, especially for a woman
like you."

"And what is THAT supposed to mean?" the woman
sputtered with barely contained rage.  She took
another sip of tea to control her self.  The tea was
the only good think about this wretched interview. 
Quite tasty, actually.  She took another sip.

"Well, Mrs. Frusten, may I call you Deborah, you are a
healthy woman approaching that period of maximum
sexual responsiveness.  It must be difficult for you
to control your volcanic urges."

"'Volcanic?'"  She sipped, confused.

"Yes, a deeply buried, seething desire for frequent,
hard, nasty sex, threatening to erupt at any time and
overturn your tranquil life."

"Do you mean to suggest that I ..." she took another
sip of tea, about to tell this quack just how wrong he
was when she realized that she DID occasionally have
certain ... urges.  In fact she was feeling one now. 
"...that I should fall into bed every time I feel a
twinge of desire."

"Certainly not Deborah!  If you did that, you'd spend
all your time on your back," the doctor grinned.

"What?"  Could that be right?  Somehow, it was hard to
think.  "Yes, but .. I'm a grown woman, I can't ..." 
Thank God for the tea.  It was helping her stay calm.

"Can't allow your self to express the constant, urgent
need for orgasm clawing at you -- the burning itch
between your legs, the full, tingling breasts that
yearn to be squeezed.  You can't allow your husband or
your daughters to see how horny you are all the time. 
You have to fight constantly not to throw your self
down and use your fingers or a fourteen inch vibrator
to satisfy, if only fleetingly, the overwhelming need
you have to come!"

The woman was fidgeting, clearly distressed.  The
doctor took compassion on her.  "You don't dare let
your husband and daughter see what a cum-hungry slut
you really are, Deborah, so your don't masturbate
every time you need to come, but here it's OK.  No one
will see you give in to your basic needs.  You can
take off your blouse ..."

The woman looked confused, but began to unbutton her
blouse.

"That's it Deborah, remove off that thick,
constraining bra -- not the kind of thing a sexy wife
with a set of jugs like yours should be wearing -- and
free those big, sensitive titties."  The garment
dropped, unnoticed.

"It's a relief, isn't it, to be able to rub, tweak and
fondle then.  That's it, squeeze those babies.  Pinch
your nipples, Deborah, the way you wish you could
allow Arthur to do.  Feels good ... sooo good, to have
your huge boobs felt and pawed, ... gnawed!

The woman's eyes were closed as she worked her
unremarkable breasts furiously.

"Feeling up your breasts is great, Deborah, but it
only gets you hotter.  Your pussy is getting sooo wet.
 You have to do something.  Better shuck that skirt. 
It covers up entirely too much of those killer legs
you've got, anyway."

With no further prompting, the woman skivied out of
the skirt and introduced first one then two, three,
and four fingers into her pussy.  The first orgasm
didn't take long.

After a few minutes of watching the buxom matron
pleasuring herself on his couch, the doctor smiled
with satisfaction.  "Debbie?   Debbie?"

Reluctantly, the woman slowed and finally stopped
frigging herself.  Opening her eyes, she gazed at the
smiling brown man.  How much her orgasmed-out brain
processed of what she saw and heard was debatable. 
"Debbie, Debbie, sweetheart, a sexy little girl like
you doesn't have to use your fingers to get the sexual
pleasure you need so badly," the kindly man explained

"Girl?"

"Of course, Debbie.  It's natural for a over-developed
ten-year old to be frustrated, hearing Daddy fuck
Mommy or your big sister every night.  He just doesn't
realize how much his 'little Debbie' has grown. 
You'll have to think of something to get Daddy's
attention if you want him to start pleasing his little
girl with that big prick of his."

"But, I'm ... a woman?" she replied, confused.

"Well, yes, technically," he chuckled.  "Letting your
brother Josh take you cherry last year did make you a
woman and I'm sure he'd like to help you, but the
twins and his home room teacher keep little Jeffie
pretty busy, so he doesn't fuck you as often as a big
irl like you needs.  And besides, twelve-year old boys
just don't have the stamina or the size of cock that
your hungry little pussy needs, does he, Debbie?"

The confused woman shook her head.  

"But you're a smart sexy girl.  I know if you put your
mind to it, I'm sure you can get Daddy to fuck his
'baby girl.'"

"I don't understand."

"You will, Debbie, sweetheart.  Now if you'll just
drop those panties and step in here ..."

*****

A few weeks later, the same small brown man in the
same expensive but ill-fitting suit sat behind the
same desk smiling benevolently at the same man before
him.  This time the man was grinning back.

"I can't believe the change, Dr. Vargas," the man
exclaimed.  "You'll never guess what she did!"

"Oh, I might, but why don't you tell me?"

"Well I waited a few days after her final session with
you and just as I kissed her goodbye one Friday
morning, I called her 'Debbie' as you told me.  She
stiffened a little -- she's always hated 'Debbie,' --
but then she giggled a little and said, 'Bye bye,
Daddy.'  That was strange enough, but that was nothing
compared to the way she greeted me that night."

"Do go on," the doctor settled back as the man told
his tale.

"Well I hardly recognized her, the way she was
dressed.  She must have been scouring the thrift shops
from the other side of town to find that cheep,
ridiculously short cotton dress.  I have no idea how
she managed to pull her hair into pigtails.  And the
knee socks and the scruffy loafers and the blouse two
sizes too small.  Shit!  The image of a grown woman
packed into a school-girl outfit got me hard
instantly."

"Something that pleased HER, no doubt"

"Rather!  She tried to jump up into my arms and start
kissing me.  Damned near knocked me over.  'Daddy, oh
Daddy,' she bubbled.  'Ya gotta see, ya gotta see!' 
She released me and went to get a piece of cardboard. 
'Report Card: Grade 5, Debbie McCoy,' it read.  Inside
were the 'grades.' 

Reading:       A;
Writing:       A;
Spelling:      A;
Geography:     A;
Arithmetic:    A;
Deportment:    A;
Attendance: 100%.

I just stared at the paper dumbly for a minute."

"'I did it, Daddy.  Just like I told you I could.  Now
you have to keep your promise.'"

"'My promise?' I asked."

"'You 'member, Daddy.  You said if I got all A's all
year long, you'd give me anything I wanted for my
birfday.'"

"I was starting to catch on.  'That's wonderful,
sweetheart.  I can get you that pony you've been
asking for.'"

"'Oh, silly Daddy!' she giggled.  'I don't want a
PONY.'"

"'Then what do you want, Poopsie?  By now she had led
me over to the couch."

"'Guess, Daddy,' she giggled and crawled into my lap. 
My God!  she hadn't done that since we were first
married and she weighed thirty or forty pounds less. 
She almost knocked the breath out of me, but I could
hardly complain.  My wife was, so help me, grinding
her pussy against my groin.  Naturally my hands were
on her ass and she WASN'T WEARING PANTIES.  'Doncha
know, Daddy?  Cancha guess what little Debbie wants
for her BIRFDAY?'"

"Well you know the rest.  She pointed out that Martha
had already left for cheerleading camp, the twins had
a sleepover and that Mommy had taken Josh to visit
Aunt Sue, so we were all alone.  By now I had finally
figured it all out, so I let her lead me up to the
bedroom -- she wanted me to carry her -- and I laid
her out on the bed.  I didn't bother undressing her,
just pulled up the dress, ready to dive into that
delicious bush I remembered from too long ago, when I
got my final shock.  Her pussy was bare!"

"I was so turned on, I almost stuck it to her right
then; she looked wet enough.  I guessed she had been
frigging herself for hours to get ready for me.  But I
played my part.  I made her 'little pussy feel 'real
good' with my tongue a few times.  God, she was hot;
came buckets in my mouth.  She even pleaded with me to
'be gentle' with my 'big cock' in her 'baby pussy,'
but I wasn't.  I had years of frustration to get out
of my system and I fucked the bitch as hard as I could
and she howled with pleasure as she came repeatedly. 
I did remember to tell her how tight she was, which
was pretty true considering how seldom she'd been
letting me fuck her."

"I thought I was in heaven, at last, fucking my sexy
wife and her responding passionately, orgasming over
and over on my cock.  I had almost forgotten the other
part until she started in.  'Oh, Daddy!  Are you going
to do it?  Are you going to come in me? Didja know my
period was just too weeks ago, Daddy.  Do you want to
knock up your baby girl?  You're so big in me, Daddy! 
Are you going to squirt little Debbie full of your
potent baby juice, Daddy?  Do you want to get your
little girl pregnant?  Do you want to see little
Debbie's tummy get big and fat, Daddy?  Will you suck
milk from my big boobies?'"

"I was fucking her hard, but this sent me into a
frenzy.  I pounded her with everything I had, sweating
like a pig, about to explode.  'Yes, Daddy, yes.  I
feel you swelling up in me.  Come in me, Daddy.  Oh,
yes, Daddy!  Give me a babyyyyyyyyyyyy!'  She screamed
one final orgasm and I erupted into her.  I fell off
of her and she scoonched over next to me but stayed on
her back.  I remembered about keeping the jizz in it
in where it would 'do her the most good' and helped
her put a pillow under her butt.  Of course I couldn't
pass up the opportunity to eat that sweet, shaved
come-flooded pussy again and make her climax several
more times before we fell asleep in each others arms.

"Of course 'little Debbie' was insatiable that weekend
and insisted that I fuck her again and again 'to make
sure she had a 'happy BIRFday.'  I 'got her little
pussy ready' for my 'big old cock' each time by eating
her bald snatch and from the way the woman was
juicing, the clear sticky precum that met my tongue
even before I started working her up, I didn't doubt
she was fertile.  And I shot, squirted, pumped,
exploded, and unloaded enough semen into Deborah those
three nights and two days to impregnate a whole fifth
grade class of horny school-girls, even more one sexy
woman in her prime.

"Little Debbie kissed me goodbye on Monday morning,
thanking me for giving her an early morning load of
spunk to 'warm her little pussy' and telling me how
jealous 'all her little friends at school' would be
when they saw my thick come running down her legs, but
when I came home that evening, the sexually precocious
girl who wanted her Daddy to fuck her was nowhere in
sight.  In her place was Deborah, but a totally
different Deborah.  Instead of a sexless harridan, I
found a beautiful, voluptuous woman intent on seducing
her husband.  She had been shopping again and this
time not at the Salvation Army thrift store.  A woman
in a short, tight red skirt, see-through blouse,
impossibly high heels and hightops, perfectly made up,
perfumed and coiffeured came into my arms.  I almost
came in my pants.

"To say she was in an amorous mood was to say the
Yankees on opening day were ready to play baseball. 
Her tongue was in my mouth and her arms pulled me
tight against her.  My hands easily slid up under the
skirt to find her bare ass cheeks.  Closer
examination, aided by the way she wiggled her butt in
my palms, revealed there was a thong there, but
barely."

"A fancy dinner was ready, but it didn't get eaten.  I
led her to bed where she gave me the satisfaction of
undressing her, kissing her sexy figure inch by
delicious inch as I disrobed her.  A flood of
commentary about much I loved each luscious part of
her body poured out.  I saved for last removing the
silly pretense of a thong from her pussy.  I had never
seen it warmer, wetter, and more inviting.  Deborah
spread her legs lovingly and let me drink her
delicious cunt for several orgasms before I plunged
in.  Something seemed odd, but I was so overwhelmed by
my sexy wife, I didn't care."

"I must say, nice as it was to play out my
Daddy/Debbie fantasy, I actually enjoyed making love
to my adult wife that night even better.  I told her
how much I loved her, adored her, as we fucked and
afterward as we held each other close, and before we
started up again.  She told me she loved me, too, and
from now on, intended to let me see just how much.

"I woke up with my head between her plump legs, my
tongue joyfully fighting its way through her steamy
jungle toward the treasure that lay within.  I had
eaten her to three orgasms and fucked her to a fourth
and fifth when I finally realized what was wrong.  I
never eat pussy!"

"Well, Mr. Frusten, I AM a relationships counselor and
I did explain that the key to a hot marriage is to
bring about a 'convergence' of fantasies.  The weekend
was your fantasy, mainly; the next night was mostly
hers.

"But that's not what I paid ..."

"You have a hot, sexy, and probably knocked up wife,
Arthur.  What part of 'lucky bastard' don't you
understand?  You'll be getting my bill shortly."


Epilogue:

In a large suburban house, far away from the small
brown man in the expensive but ill-fitting suit
sitting behind a desk, a curvy woman in pigtails and a
cheep short cotton dress had her arms around her
bewildered husband.  "You did it Daddy!  You made your
baby girl pregnant," she gushed, waiving an EPT. 
"Iddn't it cool, Daddy?  My little tummy is gonna get
sooo big and all the other girls in my class are gonna
be sooo jealous of my boobies.  Do 'ya think you could
have put more than one in me, huh, Daddy?  You sure
tried, Daddy! <giggle>  Wouldn't that be funny, Daddy,
if you gave little Debbie two or three babies and Josh
could gave Mommy only one?  I can hardly wait 'til I
have this baby, Daddy.  Know why?"

The man grinned, "No, why, Poopsie?"

"Oh, you know why, Daddy!  So you can start making our
baby a little brother or sister to fuck.  How many of
your babies do you think I can have before I finish
High School, Daddy."

"Deborah!  Deborah!" he spoke and shook her gently.

The woman shuddered, looked down at her attire, then
at the man, and smiled.

"As many as you want, my love," he replied.

The End

Comments, please to:
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

I am considering further stories about Dr. Vargas. 
I'd live to get readers' ideas.


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http://www.eroticstories.com (Thanks, Art)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/stories.html (Thanks Kristen)

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