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The Doctor Is In - Chapter 1 (MF, MC)
I smiled and waved goodbye to my nurse as she backed out of the
parking lot. It was past time for the office to officially close and I had
a little time to finish my paperwork before my last appointment for the
week arrived. I glanced at the clock. It was now 6:15 and my charge would
be here in a few minutes. Sitting down at my desk I opened my medical
reference book and looked through it for a proper diagnosis. Insurance
these days was getting reluctant to pay for my treatment, so I had to
fudge a little on the paperwork.
To give you a little background, I
am a practicing psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Rhymer. My practice
covers a lot of different mental conditions and diseases but sometimes the
psychiatric community does not recognize my diagnoses or treatments. My
treatments cover every type of conditions from simple depression to what
society considers sexual perversions. The money is great, but that is
really a secondary consideration. The sweetest part of the job is to get
paid for doing what you enjoy. This patient was a special case to say the
least and it was my pleasure as it would be hers to take my treatment.
The buzzer on my door went off exactly at 6:30. A soft yet vibrant
voice came over the intercom. "Doctor Rymer, this is Constance Hightower.
I am here for my 6:30 appointment." I looked at the security monitor and a
woman with shoulder length black hair was illuminated by the soft glow of
the streetlights. Even though she appeared to be in her late 30's or early
40's, the woman was attractive by most anybody's standards. Pressing the
lock release button that was installed under the desk, I heard a short
buzz and she turned the handle and walked through my door.
"Good
evening Ms. Hightower, I'm Dr. Rhymer," I said standing and introducing
myself to the brunette for the first time.
"Good evening doctor,"
she said in a voice that had an edge or aristocracy in it. Her skin was
soft as it touched my hand and I felt a warm tingle move directly from my
fingers, up my arm and then down to the more vital parts of my body.
Having never met this woman before, I held onto her hand firmly but gently
and smiled. Life had taught me that first impressions were the most
important. I took a long look at the beautiful creature before me. From
the bottom of her feet to the top of her head she was all woman.
"My pleasure Ms. Hightower," I said in my best professional
manner. The sparkle of the diamonds in the necklace that she wore around
her neck glistened in the artificial electric lights as she pulled off her
jacket. It must have cost a small fortune I thought to myself as she
turned with her back to me and hung her coat on the rack by the door. My
eyes averted to her legs as she turned. It had been years since I had seen
a woman wearing black stockings with a seam that moved from the tops of
her pristine white shoes, up her legs to her firm thighs and then up to
the hem of her dress. Memories of my childhood came rushing in as I
recalled the nights I had spent under my covers with a flashlight looking
at the pinup models and masturbated like a wild monkey. As unprofessional
as it would be considered, I imagined her posed on the pages of those
magazines right next to Betty Page.
"Right this way Ms.
Hightower," I said motioning to my office door. I watched her shapely hips
sway from side to side as she walked. The pair of white 6-inch heels had
pushed her ass up into a very neat package that seemed to beg to be
fondled. Clad in a tight white dress that clung to her mature body like a
glove, it was very obvious that she had taken very good care of herself
over the years. Her demeanor did not betray her upbringing. Being a woman
of means, she was used to talking down to people and myself being a doctor
didn't seem to make any difference to her.
Turning around, she
looked at me as if to size me up. I could almost hear the gears turning
inside her head as she looked at me. "Please, call me Constance Dr.
Rhymer," she said.
"Perhaps later," I said not wanting to get on a
first name basis just yet. In stature not a tall man, I always let my
patients know who the authority figure in this game was. I stared directly
into her baby blue eyes that had just a hint of red from lack of sleep.
Although she didn't turn her head, her eyes darted to the side quickly.
When she sensed I wasn't going to stop my gaze, she stared directly back
at me. I could see into the soul of a woman who was deeply tormented.
Before I could help this poor child I would first have to show her who was
in charge!
"Could we please hurry Dr. Rhymer, I have a very busy
schedule this weekend."
"As have I Ms. Hightower," I said tersely.
"First, we need to go over your case a little. Please, take a seat." Not
used to taking orders from anyone, the frown on her face made the
crowsfeet around her eyes more pronounced. The fact that she did not like
the drain on her precious time came through loud and clear! Constance took
a seat in front of my desk sat down and I moved behind to my chair.
Adjusting herself, she crossed her shapely legs. My mind did it's best to
imagine the silky skin of her thighs under her black nylon stockings.
Years ago I had learned that you must always keep an air of superiority to
your patients. With this in mind, I'd had my chair and desk arranged so
that no matter how tall a person was, they were always looking up to me.
Busying myself, I picked up her case file that had been sent over from her
last psychiatrist and flipped through the pages.
Constance
Hightower was her name and not only was she one of the richest women in
the country but at 6 feet tall, and a well proportioned 200 pounds, she
was what some men would consider amazon. Her fortune had been accumulated
the old fashioned way. She inherited it. Ms. Hightower as she was known,
was CEO and Chief Operating Officer for Hightower Enterprises. Her
grandfather H. J. Hightower had been one of the robber barons from the
turn of the century. Like he did shortly after the great depression, she
became one of the people who bought up small firms in the mid to late 80's
and took them under the wing of her multinational corporation. She assumed
the leadership roles in these companies as well as people's lives and used
them as she saw fit. Now that in itself was not necessarily a bad thing,
but when she used it to pursue her vendettas against people she considered
her enemies, she was destroying innocent people's lives. It had been my
experience over the years that guilt can overpower a person's life and
make them a very miserable being. Other members of the medical community
had been unable to help her. As a last resort, they sent her to me to see
if my "therapy" would make her feel better. If she cooperated, she was
going to get the full treatment and maybe, just maybe she would think
twice about how her actions affected other people's lives.
"So if
you could give me a list numbered from one to ten, what would the number
one problem be for you Ms. Hightower," I asked?
"I am having
trouble sleeping at night Doctor."
"And what do you feel is
causing this lack of sleep Constance?"
Eyes that were as cold as
ice looked at me as she related her story. "I guess it's the stress that
is associated with my business. I have been to doctor after doctor and
nobody seems to be able to help me. You are my last hope."
"First a
couple of questions Ms. Hightower. Are you married?"
"No," came her
reply.
"Children?" I asked. Constance shook her head. "Significant
other?"
"No doctor. I've never had time for that tom-foolery!" she
said matter of factly.
"Tom-foolery," I asked? "Interesting
indeed." I picked up her file and opened it. "I see you have quite an
extensive medical background here." I thumbed through the papers.
"Obsessive" read one diagnosis. "Compulsive" read another. "Controlling,"
read another and on and on. Page after page of medical jargon that showed
that basically she was one messed up little girl. Perhaps I could add
sexually frustrated to her list. "I suppose the doctors that sent you here
told you a little about my treatment plan?"
"No. Not really. They
only told me that you were doing some experimental therapy."
"Yes,
it's highly experimental and not necessarily accepted by most of the
psychiatric community. In order for me to treat you I need you to sign
some 'consent for treatment' forms," I told her as I set the paper on the
smooth glass top desk. I pushed the paper across to her and handed her a
pen. "Sign this consent form and we will get you on the road to recovery."
Constance quickly glanced over the form and I watched her thick painted
lips as they moved up and down slightly as she read the document.
Satisfied that she was not getting taken to the cleaners, she scrawled her
signature on it and I stood up and walked to the door. "Right this way Ms.
Hightower," I said as I led her into the hallway. We walked down the short
corridor that led to my examination room. She followed me in and pushed
the door closed behind her. Sitting down on the stool in front of the
lady, I gave her ample figure the once-over with my eyes before I spoke.
"Now the first thing we have to do is to have you remove your
clothing."
"My clothing? Doctor, I'm in here for psychiatric
treatment. I'm not in here for my annual physical!" she said gruffly. I
shook my head and stood up. Walking to the door I pulled it open. "Very
well Constance, if that's the way you want it. I wish you well in your
search for healing."
"What?" she asked a look of confusion coming
over her pretty face. "But Dr. Rhymer!"
"Well my dear, you see it's
like this. I am a psychiatrist and I have the same medical background as
all the other doctors that you have been to." I pointed to the degrees
that were framed neatly on the wall. "I have a very extensive background
in the treatment of many different types of afflictions! Now," I
continued, "if you are really interested in making yourself an acceptable
member of the community, you will do exactly anything and everything I
say. If you wish not to do this, you are free to walk out of her now and
you can go back to the so called doctors that tried to help you
before!"
"But Doctor, they couldn't help me," she pleaded as a
small tear moved down her cheek. Her mascara made a dark path down her
face.
"That's right my good woman. They could not, but I can if you
will follow my directions and do everything that I tell you to." I watched
for some sign that would indicate what would come next. "Yes doctor," she
said after a short pause. Her expression seemed to change from one of
sadness to one of desperation and she reached behind her and pulled her
long black hair up.
"Could you assist me doctor?" she asked as
turned her back to me. I looked at the woman's shapely hips as I walked up
behind her and placed my hand on her zipper. My nerves seemed to be on
edge and the fine hairs on the back of her neck tickled my fingers
lightly. The energy from this woman seemed to transfer to me as I moved
closely to her. The smell of expensive perfume danced inside my nose as I
slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress. I took one last deep breath to
take in her fragrance and then turned and walked to the door, pushing it
shut.
"Very good Constance," I said as I sat back down on my stool.
"Please continue my dear."
"You're not going to watch are you
Doctor?" she asked as she pulled the dress open slightly, revealing her
beautiful shoulders.
"It's all part of the treatment. Now finish
disrobing." Constance turned her back to me and started to pull the dress
off. Picking my note pad up I opened it and set it on my lap. "Turn around
girl," I said raising my voice slightly. Pausing for a moment, she turned
to face me and pulled the dress down just a little more.
I tried
to keep an air of professionalism about me as Constance pulled the dress
from her shoulders and her tan skin came into view. Words could not
express the excitement that surged through my body as I sat there watching
this beautiful woman perform her private striptease for me. All of the
years of medical training hadn't diminished my appreciation for the female
form. The dress inched down slowly, revealing her beautiful mature body.
My eyes were fixed on her shoulders as the tops of her breasts peeked over
the top. I held my breath as I watched her magnificent mamories appear
before my eyes. Her breasts were pulled tightly and firmly together with a
lacy black bra that had obviously been custom made to accentuate her ample
breasts. As if in slow motion, her white dress moved down her body and
then fell to the floor in a pile and she stepped out of it. Bending over,
I watched her cleavage as she picked up her dress. Uprighting herself, she
neatly folded the dress and placed it on the counter top next to the wall.
Nervously she looked at me with huge blue eyes that seemed to open
her very soul to me. "Everything doctor?" she asked, as she stood before
me in her black bra, a pair of sheer black panties and black stockings.
"You may leave the stockings and the shoes but everything else must come
off," I said, commanding her with my eyes and leaving no doubt that I was
the party in control. Without another word, her hand moved between her
breasts and one at a time her neatly manicured nails pulled the clasps
apart that held her cups together.
The room was cool but small
beads of perspiration had begun to develop between the cleft of her
breasts. I wondered inwardly how it would feel to have her wonderful tits
pressed against the side of my face while I tasted the salty fluid that
had collected there. When she put her hand on the last clasp, she looked
up at me once again with those beautiful eyes and I nodded. Her slender
fingers pulled the last clasp apart and the material sprung apart slightly
from the pressure of her large mature breasts. "Take it off Constance," I
said as sat there, my eyes fixed on her large fleshy mounds. Her hands
took hold of the cups of her bra and I hoped that she could not hear my
heart pounding in the silence in the room. Soon her large breasts were
freed and she pulled the straps of the lacy bra from her shoulders.
Constance stood naked from the waist up and I reveled in her stark beauty.
Amazingly, there was hardly any sag in her full breasts. I moved my
notebook around on my lap to hide my natural male reaction as her brown
silver dollar sized nipples stared back at me. No tan lines were visible
on her large fleshy globes but her skin was soft and well cared for.
Writing a note in my book, I nodded and she slowly began to
release her stockings from the snaps of her garter. My penis was beginning
to betray my education big time from the private strip show this beautiful
woman was performing for me. Long slender fingers pulled the clips apart
that held her stockings and then she unsnapped her garter belt and pulled
it from her waist. Next, she slowly peeled her panties off and pushed them
toward the floor. An indentation became visible against the slight bulge
of her tummy where the elastic had pressed against her skin. I held my
breath as they made their way down her hips. As if in slow motion, she
pulled them down and her neatly cropped patch of pubic hair peeked over
the top. She watched my reaction as she pulled them down and I did my best
not to look like a dirty old man but try as I may, it was all I could do
to keep from staring at her natural beauty. Her panties lying in a
crumpled heap on the floor, she once again bent over to pick them up and
placed them with her other clothes.
Standing naked before me,
except for her stockings and shoes, her hands trembled slightly. Being the
good doctor, I did not want my patient to be nervous so I stood and walked
to the cabinet. Opening the door I took an alcohol swab and syringe and
out pulled the wrapper off of them. "What are you going to do now doctor,"
she asked as she watched me.
"You seem to be extremely nervous
Constance and I think that maybe a mild sedative will make you more
comfortable." Constance quickly nodded in agreement as she watched me
insert the needle into a small container and I drew out the clear fluid.
Making sure the air bubbles were out I withdrew the needle and pointed the
needle toward the ceiling. "This will sting slightly," I said as I walked
behind her and my eyes zeroed in on my target. I touched the soft flesh of
her buttocks and I could feel her tense slightly as my fingers pressed
against her skin. I cleaned a small area and pointing the needle, I
quickly pushed it into her tightly muscled ass. Constance took a deep
breath as the needle pierced her perfectly tanned buttocks and as quickly
as I inserted the needle, I pushed the medicine into her buttocks and then
withdrew it. Cleansing the skin once more, I disposed of the needle and
motioned for her to get on the examining table.
A drug induced
calmness immediately started to come over her. Constance moved to the
examining table and placed herself in the center. As I waited for the
medicine to take full effect, I did the usual doctor stuff. Blood
pressure, reflexes, pulse, temperature, ear, nose and throat exam.
"Feeling a little calmer now Constance?" I asked her as I touched her
thigh.
"Yes doctor," she said seeming to be much less
nervous.
"Excellent," I said as I patted her leg. "Now lay across
the table."
The paper on the table rustled as she moved back on her
elbows and lay down. I watched intently as she positioned her body across
the padded bench. Adjusting herself, I waited until she was comfortable
before I moved beside her. The medication was starting to take its effect
and I smiled at the thought of what was to come.
"The next part of
the exam may be a little uncomfortable but it is necessary to get a good
indication of your physical condition." Constance looked at me with her
big blue eyes and she smiled slightly, as I stood over her.
I
moved my hand to her left breast and touched the firm mound. I gently
moved my fingers around on her chest. Constance closed her eyes and I
watched her face for indications that I was going too far. I saw none so I
moved my hand closer to the center of her breast. Her nipple was visibly
becoming erect in the cool air of the examining room and it stood up
slightly. My fingers moved ever so slightly up and I gently touched her
large nipple. Her eyes snapped open as felt my fingers.
I pulled my
hand back and touched her shoulder lightly. "I'm sorry Ms. Hightower, did
that hurt?"
"No doctor. It just surprised me," she blushed
slightly. Again my hand moved back to her breast and she once more closed
her eyes. This time she was not startled as I touched her nipple. The
softness of her skin felt good against the palms of my hands as I felt
around, satisfying my need to caress this woman. I removed my hand from
her left breast and proceeded my examination the same way with her right
one. True to form, the nipple on that breast was erect as well. Taking my
hands from her breast I picked up my notepad and made another entry.
"Now I am going to test the nerve endings in your breasts
Constance," I told her.
"How are you going to do that," she asked
her eyes open once more.
"Trust me Constance and I will make you so
much better," I said as I touched the side of her face. Closing her eyes I
sat my notepad down and my finger found their way to her nipples. She
trembled slightly as I took each one between the thumb and forefinger of
my hands. "Now tell me when this becomes uncomfortable," I said as I put
just a slight pressure on her tender nipples. I watched her reaction as I
slightly increased the pressure against them. When she made no move, I
increased it slightly and then slightly again. I continued to increase the
pressure until I could see her facial expression change. "Is that too
much," I asked?
"No doctor," she said. I could tell that it was getting to be
uncomfortable but I continued to increase my pressure she softly gasped.
"Ooh," she groaned softly as I held the tips of her breasts between my
fingers.
"Ok, I am going to hold them and you tell me when you can
stand it no longer." Constance tried to keep the pain from showing but it
was evident on her face. Looking up at the clock on the wall, I timed to
see how long she could tolerate the pain. 30 seconds, 45 seconds, 1 minute
and then finally a minute and a half. "Please stop!" she said. Slowly and
as deliberately as I had increased the pressure, I decreased it until I
finally removed my hands from her now red buds.
"Good pain
tolerance," I said as I made a notation in my book. "Are you ok Ms.
Hightower?"
"Yes doctor," she said a noticeable slur coming to her
words.
"Shall we continue then?" I asked.
"Yes doctor. You
know best," she said as she closed her eyes once more.
"Very well."
I put my hands once more her body I felt my way down them, across her rib
cage.
"Oh doctor, your hands are nice," she said as I moved my way
down her torso. I felt a slight tremble as I made my way down her
body.
"Thank you my dear," I said as I continued my examination.
Across her rib cage, to her stomach, down across her abdomen and then I
moved my hands down to her upper hips. "Very good pelvic structure," I
told her as my hands moved their way down. A smile spread across her face
as I gently felt around her lower extremities. My hands now moved to the
sides of her hips and I felt across the fleshy sides of her nicely muscled
buttocks.
I massaged her hip joints for a moment and then in
unison, I moved my hands toward the center. Her pubic area was trimmed to
a v-shape that barely covered the area above her vaginal lips. The skin
felt soft as my fingers touched the freshly waxed area. My cock was now
straining against my scrub pants as my fingers made their way across the
soft down of her pubic mound. Tracing little circular motions on her thin
patch of hair, I glanced at her face and she seemed to be drifting in and
out of sleep from the medication she had been given earlier. I removed my
hands from her body and walked to the foot of the table. I glanced down
and admired the totally nude woman before me. Never in my life had I seen
such a fine specimen of a human being.
"Are you still with us
Constance?" I asked as I stood looking at her.
"Yes," she slurred,
not opening her eyes.
I smiled broadly, knowing that she was
conscious but that the medicine had totally taken away any inhibitions
that she might have had. I moved forward and took hold of her legs,
directly behind the knees and gently pulled her body down until the
bottoms of her buttocks were even with the edge of the table. The rustling
of the paper made her become aware of her surroundings, she began to
become uncomfortable when I pulled the stirrups out and placed her feet,
still covered in the white heels into the stirrups.
"What are you
doing doctor," she asked?
"Trust my dear. Trust is the key to your
healing," I said as I pulled my stool up and sat down with my face
directly between her legs. Smiling, I admired her vaginal lips that were
slightly spread before me. I reached my hand forward and touched them
lightly with my fingers. I heard Constance moan a softly as placed the
backs of my hands against the bare flesh above the tops of her stocking
covered legs. "You have to trust!" Goose bumps dotted her flesh as my hand
made their way down to the center of her womanhood. I once again touched
the tender flesh between her legs.
"Yes doctor. God yes
doctor,"she breathed as I gently moved my finger, tracing a line around
her thin patch of hair, down to her tender opening and then back up again.
Mother nature's natural lubrication made her pink lips glisten and her
excitement was undeniable. My finger moved easily between her pussy lips
and then seemed to grasp it as I pulled it out and held it in front of my
face. The fragrance of her flower filled my nose as I brought it to my
mouth and touched it to my tongue. Like fine aged bourbon, the pleasant
taste of this woman danced across my taste buds. Removing my finger from
my tongue, I once again pressed it against her opening and pushed it in a
little deeper. Consciously or unconsciously, she moved against my hand.
Easily I moved my hand into her deep and then began to move with the
rhythm of her breathing. As her breathing increased so did the movement of
my finger.
My other hand, not wanting to be left out made it's way
until it reached the skin that covered her clit. Spreading her lips apart
with my thumb and middle finger, I gently moved my finger and found my
target. My mouth almost fell open as I pulled the pink skin back that
nature had given her to protect her little friend. To my complete
surprise, there before me was one of the largest clits I had ever seen in
my life! "Well," I said as I touched the little bud and watched as she
trembled. "That is amazing Constance," I said as I touched it again. Her
body shuddered as I moved my finger, teasing her tender nub. I watched in
amazement as it grew under my touch until it had enlarged to at least
three-quarters of an inch long!
Moving my face forward, to get a
closer look, the smell of her cunt once again touched my nose. Blood
seemed to flow to my penis at an amazing rate and I felt it swell to full
hardness. Constance trembled as she felt my hot breath against her pussy
and she started to protest. "No doctor. Please no," she moaned as I moved
closer.
"Trust Constance," I said as I moved my face forward and
gently caressed the enlarged organ with my tongue. Sweet bitterness is the
only way to describe the taste of her pussy as my tongue pressed against
it.
"Oh doctor," she moaned, as her body relented and her touched
my head, grasping my hair between her fingers. "Please doctor, don't
stop," she said as she tugged on my hair.
The haughty woman that
had been in my office had now become the girl who needed to have her
release. Ever the good doctor, I moved my tongue gently across her clitty.
"Oh! Yes!" she panted as I tickled her fancy. "That feels so good!"
My tongue gently danced around her enlarged clit, occasionally
pulling it past my lips and pulling it inside. Each time I did this she
would tremble slightly and attempt to pull my face forward. "Please
doctor," she pleaded as she attempted to pull my face against her cunt.
"What is it that you would like the good doctor to do Ms. Hightower?" I
asked as if I didn't already know.
"Please doctor. Please don't be
a tease," she asked as she released her grip and moved her hands tenderly
through my thick hair.
"Constance is being a naughty girl isn't
she?"
"Yes," she replied deciding to play along. "Constance is
being a very naughty girl doctor!"
My finger moved to her velvety
lips and I could feel her natural moisture and I instinctively opened my
lips and closed it around her clit. Tremors moved across her body as I
sucked the hardened organ into my mouth. "Oh fuck yes doctor, suck my
clit! Suck my fucking clit," she started to yell loudly. I began to suck
her clit into my mouth and then I released it and then sucked it in again.
Amazingly, her clit grew a little more as I pressed it between my lips.
My mouth now worked a sucking in and out motion on her blood
engorged clit and my hands instinctively moved around and massaged her
firm ass cheeks. She groaned as I kneaded the firm flesh. "Mmmmmm," she
groaned as she pulled my face into her pussy.
"Oh god, I'm
cumming!" she moaned as she pulled me tightly into her. My finger moved
down to the bottom of her ass cheek and I waited until she was ready and
as I felt her stiffen, I pressed my digit into the opening of her anus!
"Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my god!" she yelled and pulled me against her
smooth mound. I pressed my finger in deeply and then I felt it. A warm
trickling sensation against my chin as she kept me pulled there. "Oh
shit!" she squealed loudly and then she bucked against my face one more
time and then let go of my hair and she relaxed.
I pulled away
stunned at what I saw. I had heard of it but I had never actually seen a
woman excrete what looked like cum from her pussy!
Constance's lay
there panting, eyes closed until her breathing began to slow. Sexual
satisfaction mixed with the calming effect of the medication meant that
she would soon drift off into a deep sleep.
"Rest my dear," I said
as I pushed my stool out and stood. Picking up the phone I dialed the
number and my assistant answered. "I believe she is ready for the next
phase of our treatment Bruno," I said and then I hung up the phone.
I looked one more time at the sleeping beauty before me. "I
believe there is hope for you Ms. Hightower!" I walked through the door
and closed it behind me. I went back to my office to catch up on some
necessary paperwork.
To be continued...