Service With A Smile Ch. 3

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Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away.  After two visits, Mr. Marcus has kept his promise of keeping his hands off the pert young woman, but she's been hands-on him, in the shower.  With the pantry project incomplete, she's scheduled to make a return visit the next day, just before Mr. Marcus makes a mandatory visit to her mother, the psychotherapist.

Will Mr. Marcus be able to maintain his composure and willpower around a young woman who struts around in her undies?  And, after manipulating his cock to orgasm, what will Inga's next move be?  These moves are more complicated than chess...

Author's note:  To best understand this chapter, you should have previously read "Paging Doctor Marcus - Second Episode."  [For those of you who wrote and asked, the answer is "No, you haven't missed "First Episode."  Although "First Episode" occurs earlier in time, that chapter of Harvey Marcus's sexcapades has not yet been documented for your pleasure.]

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I paced the living room, waiting for Inga.  I'd completed reassembling the pantry, so Inga's time during this visit could be spent on other things.  I didn't expect she'd agree to have sex, and I was still covered by my promise, actually her mother's threat, to keep my hands off.

For the twentieth time, I peeked out the front door.  My across the street neighbor, Joy Cocksworth, was just pulling into her driveway.  She still owed me for keeping her husband's enormous dick out of her daughters' pussies.  To be precise, I promised I'd keep the whole thing out.  Fortunately, my daughter Annie's invention allowed only half his 12 inches in.  I was picking nits, to be sure, but Joy's promise for a welcome roll in the sack motivated my half-truth about her husband's half-dick excursions.

I stepped across my threshold, shouted a greeting and waved.  She looked at me, jerked her head away and strutted into her house.  The display of contempt was quite obvious.  Had she learned the truth?  We'd have to have a conversation, one of these days.  Where was Inga?

The phone rang.  I slammed the door and bobbled the receiver from the cradle.  "Hello?"

"Hi.  Mr. Marcus, this is Inga."

Was she all right? "Where are you?"

"I won't be coming over today.  I hope you'll be able to put the pantry together yourself."  A hint of trauma slowed her speech.

"It'll be a tough job, but I guess I'll have to do it."  Might as well make her feel as guilty as possible.  "Is anything wrong?"

"Dada grounded me for the rest of the week."

"You're a good girl.  What did you do to deserve that kind of punishment?"  Maybe she wasn't that good.

"You know how your, uh, your plumbing got all stiff when we were in the shower?"

"Uh huh."  How could I forget the hand job she'd provided?  It had taken all of my willpower not to turn around, fondle her breasts, lift her up by her buttocks, grind her pussy against my -. Shit!  Did she tell her mother about that?  I'm really going to get both barrels when I meet her mother later today.  

"Well, last night after I took my shower, I waited until Dada came down the hallway.  Naked, like usual.  I walked over and asked him for a hug."

Hugging Inga, in the nude?  Damn, that must have been one hot encounter.  "You did?"  His dick probably lifted like mine was, and I was hearing the story second hand.

"Uh huh.  And do you know what?  His plumbing stayed all small and soft.  Not like yours."

Damn.  A man holds a cute body like Inga's and doesn't get aroused?  "That's strange.  So what did you do?"

"I asked him if he thought I was pretty.  And he stroked my face and said 'You sure are, darlin'."

That didn't sound so bad.  Odd, but not bad.  "None of this sounds punishable."

"It was what I did next.  I slid my hand from his hip and wrapped my fingers around his plumbing.  You know, like I did with yours."

"You didn't!"  My dick was pretty much erect, as my mind simulated Inga's fingertips.

"Uh huh.  And even then, it stayed soft.  Like it was dead or something.  You were all stiff even before I touched you.  My dad's plumbing must be broken."

I thought her assessment was correct.  Poor Dr. Crumholtz.  "So what happened?"

"He slapped my hand away and shouted, 'Don't you ever do that again!' Then he grounded me and sent me to my room.  I don't think he told Mama, 'cause she didn't come after me with one of her lectures."

"I'm sorry if I was the cause," I said.

"It's not your fault.  I'm just trying to figure things out.  Between men and women.  You know.  Norma tells me stuff, but I don't want to just take her word.  Maybe she's got it wrong.  Besides, this time I did something before her."

I heard giggling in the background.  Inga wasn't alone.  Was someone there with her?  Who gets visitors during grounding?  "Is Norma there with you?"

"Uh huh.  She said she'd never have the nerve to touch her father's plumbing, even though she's touched others."

Maybe this whole story was fabricated, and Inga never touched her old man's penis.  Maybe this was a way to one-up Norma.  So Norma touches other men's pricks, hmm?  Maybe I should invite Norma over?  Nah, that would just piss off Inga, and she blabs everything to her folks.  Who know how she might react?  Hmm.  Maybe that's just the ticket -.  

There was some hushed conversation on the other end before Inga spoke.  "Are you going to see Mama this afternoon?"

"Yes, today's my appointment."  Inga needs to know that blame her.  "I'm not happy about it at all.  The only reason I'm stuck is because you tattled on me -"

"I told the truth, just like Mama taught me."

"Well, now she thinks I have a breast fetish."

"What's that?" Inga asked.

"She thinks I have a preference for women with large tits."

More giggling.  Was her girlfriend on the same phone or an extension?  "Norma has big tits. Lots bigger than mine.  But you got all stiff seeing me naked.  So Mama's wrong?"

"Yes, she is, and you were too, if you believed that lie.  Sometimes things aren't what they seem.  You could have asked me before ratting me out."

More hushed conversation, then "What time is your appointment?"

"Four-thirty.  Why?" I asked.

"Nothing.  No reason.  So, I'll come over next week, right?"  Inga was ending this call. 

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Bye."  More giggles.

What were those two scheming?

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I parked easily behind the long strip-mall irregularly shaped medical building.  It was past most doctors' regular office hours - four-thirty.  A twisty passage with medical suites on both sides eventually led me the offices of Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz.

The waiting room with a mere three chairs, not much bigger than my eat-in kitchen area, was empty.

"Hello?" I asked.

Dr. Crumholtz trudged out, looking like she'd been burdened with serial killers and other misfits all day.  Her shoulders slumped and her eyes were at half-mast and dark.  "Oh, its you.  Come in."  She led me to a small room with just two chairs.  One painting, a beach with crystal clear water, adorned the right wall.  The left wall had a floor to ceiling drape.  Small shelves stuck out from the fancier chair.  One shelf held a telephone, another a leather-covered notepad.  I sat in the plainer, yet comfortable guest seat.

I folded my hands in my lap.  Dr. Crumholtz sat down, almost collapsing.  She crossed her legs under a long floral skirt, exposing nothing.  "You have no idea the day I've had."  She took a sip from a mug held by a metal cup holder jutting out from the side of her chair.  "So, let's down to it, shall we?"

I nodded.

"How long have you been suffering from a breast fetish?" she asked.

I was about to speak but her phone buzzed.  "Hold that thought."  She picked up the receiver.  "Dr. Crumholtz.  Oh, hello Mrs. Arousa.  What can I - " Dr. Crumholtz's eyes widened.  "She does?  That's marvelous.  What?  Right now?"  She glanced at me.  "Well, I'm with someone."  I got a look that said 'If you weren't here, I could handle a more important patient.'  "I guess I could fit her in.  Tell her to come over right away.  No, thank you."  Dr. Crumholtz hung up.  "That was the mother of Inga's closest friend, Norma."

Something fishy was happening.  Inga confirms the time of my visit while Norma was visiting.  Now her mother calls?  "Yes?"  

"Norma has been displaying disruptive, even dangerous, behavior.  I've told Inga she can't see Norma any more, until she gets help."

I was tempted to rat Inga out, since they'd been together on our phone call.  Maybe this info would be future leverage on Inga.  "Really?  A disruptive influence?  How so?"

"That's really none of your business."  She straightened up.  "She'll be here soon, at which time I will have to leave you alone. That won't be a problem, will it?"

Dr. Crumholtz had me over a barrel.  If I didn't cooperate, she'd tell Harriett about my porn stash, and then all hell would break loose.  "Sure. Fine, I wasn't interested in dinner anyway."

"Now, where was I?"  She stroked her chin.  "Oh yes, your preoccupation with women's mammary glands."

I put my hands on my knees and leaned forward.  "First of all, I don't have a breast fetish.  And two, I'm not suffering, except being here rather than at home, with my feet up."

"We can move to a room with a couch if you prefer, but horizontal patients are so trite."  Dr. Crumholtz's expression was a twisted smile.  

Time to tell it like it is.  "Your daughter happened across my pornography collection.  A magazine about women with big tits was on top.  If she'd looked through the stack -"  

Stephanie crossed her arms.  "God forbid."

"Yes, but if she had, she would have found others, whose subject matter would have been different."  More than a few dealt with young women, but no reason to go into that level of detail.

"Thank God she didn't spend that much time or effort.  I've raised her with strong virtue, and what do you and Norma do?  Corrupt her thinking, that's what."

Norma was a corrupting influence?  I tried once more.  "There's no fixation, as you claim.  I enjoy erotic material is all."  

"You see, that's precisely my predicament.  I can't have Inga performing her ministry alone with a pervert.  What am I going to do with you?"

"Inga's a good girl, raised to confide in you," I said.  "My collection of adult material is a harmless vice.  No harm, no foul?"  I stood up.

"Sit down.  Your sexual habits are of significance because of your relationship with my daughter."

Hell, I didn't have a relationship, let alone relations.  Well, her masturbating me was pleasant but hardly a relationship.  "Believe me, I'm keeping my promise.  Hands off.  You made that perfectly clear."  I raised both hands and flexed fingers to demonstrate.

"Good.  I'm relieved to hear that.  Still, your interest in sexual materials is not a positive sign."

The phone buzzed.

"Norma got here quicker than I expected.  Wait here.  There are some magazines to keep you occupied.  I hope the lack of naked pictures doesn't bother you."

What an attitude.  Maybe if her husband's plumbing worked, she'd be more relaxed, and not so concerned with other people's sexuality.  Her magazines were all psychology journals, reporting successful treatments of aberrant behaviors.  Fascinating.  I tried out her chair.  Too hard, or perhaps it was a custom-built for her bottom.  My guest chair was softer.  I decided to check out the view, and pulled the drawstring.  The drapes opened, but not to the outside.  Dr. Crumholtz was shaking hands with a young woman, presumably Norma.  Shit, it was patient C-19871114-002, Miss Perfect Tits, from Dr. Fleischmann's office!  I ducked down, so they wouldn't see me.  When I peeked over the frame and they weren't reacting, I realized it was a one-way mirror.  I stood, watching Dr. Crumholtz offer Norma, Miss Perfect Tits, a seat.  In the tug of war between her and her miniskirt, the skirt won, riding too high on her thighs.  The boots added to the intentionally sexy look.

Their room had identical chairs plus a desk off on the side.  That must be her real office, and I was in a consultation room.  A simple panel with two switches was mounted below the window.  One labeled Talk, the other Listen.  I had no training in lip reading.  Lip locking, yes.  I flipped the Listen switch.

" -for seeing me, I guess," said Norma.  Her expression was a mixture of worry and contempt.

"I'm glad you decided to seek my assistance.  I'm sure I can help you.  Your mother is quite worried.  We all are."  Dr. Crumholtz leaned forward. "And as soon as we get you on a proper path, you and Inga can hang out together again."

"I'd like that."

Dr. Crumholtz opened her leather pad. "Your mother told me that recently, you've been acting out, wearing indecent clothing and using foul language.  These are all typical behaviors of anyone trying to grab attention, typical of girls growing up -"

"I'm not a child!"  Norma shouted.

"Of course not.  You're a young woman, looking for answers.  Where would you like to start?"

If Norma was looking for answers about sex, she'd come to the wrong place.  Dr. Crumholtz was poor at educating Inga, so why would she be any more successful with Norma?  Besides, Norma was Inga's source for sex ed.

"I don't know."  Norma's hands were clenched, pressed deep between her legs.  Her forearms squeezed her tits together, making them stand out.  It was just like watching the video from Dr. Fleischmann's office, only live.  "Aren't you supposed be to be asking me stuff?"

"All right.  I remember the way you used to dress, long skirts, modest make-up, and now that's changed dramatically.  How come?"

"I just want boys to be nice to me.  Is that so bad?"

"No, that's perfectly natural.  But you don't have to run around half-naked to get attention.  You're so pretty -"

"You can't tell by the way they act.  All they want to do is get their hands on these -"  She raised her hands and grabbed her breasts.  

Dr. Crumholtz's jaw dropped.  

"They're too big, right?" Norma asked.

Dr. Crumholtz stuttered gibberish.  This show was worth the price of admission, Dr. Crumholtz's belligerent, holier-than-thou attitude confronted with an overtly sexual young lady her daughter's age.  If Dr. Crumholtz couldn't handle her own demure daughter, it would be glorious to see her try and keep up with this little fox.

"Anyway, I went to see a specialist, to find out if he could make them smaller."  Norma slid her hands up and covered her face.  'Oh, it was so embarrassing.  I don't think I can tell you."

So, Norma had interest in breast reduction surgery?  Or was Dr. Fleischmann merely another conquest?

"Would it be easier if you reenacted the episode?" suggested Dr. Crumholtz.

Norma looked up with a victorious smile.  "Oh could we?  Are you sure?  That would be much easier."

Norma's trap had sprung.  I knew precisely what good old Doc Fleischmann had done, and now I'd get to see Dr. Crumholtz, Stephanie, play with Norma's perfect tits, from a front row seat.  Thinking of Stephanie as a woman instead of a professional was easier, with Norma in charge.

"What happened first?" asked Stephanie.

I remembered perfectly.  

"He told me to take off my blouse."  Norma unbuttoned and shrugged off the outer garment.  There they were again.  Just like last time, in a flesh colored undergarment.

"Good.  We're making progress.  Then what?"

"He told me to take off my bra."  Norma trembled.  "I hesitated about doing it, but I guess he had to see them, right?"  Her hands went to her back.  

It was almost bonus time.  I licked my lips to corral my saliva.

"You don't really have to -"  Too late.  Norma shrugged, and the straps fell to the sides. 

Stephanie nodded.  "What did he tell you?"

Norma's bra sagged, just like at Dr. Fleischmann's office, barely covering her two treasures.  "It wasn't what he said."  Norma looked up, eyes pleading.  "Oh, God."

Stephanie walked over and patted Norma's head.  "There, there."  

Norma let the bra drop.  I choked.  There they were, as perfect as last time, but live, in color, not a dozen feet away as the crow flies, or the dick points, or whatever.  Stephanie looked away from Norma's exposed torso.

Norma prattled on.  "It started with touching.  Holding them, squeezing them, pulling at my nipples -"

Stephanie pulled back, bumping into her chair.  "It's perfectly natural for a breast reduction surgeon to, uh, touch you."  She didn't seem confident.

"Do you want me to continue?" asked Norma.

Stephanie's own chest heaved.  "Yes, please."

Norma sat upright, thrusting out her chest, waiting.  "So, aren't you going to play the doctor's part?"

"Uh, why don't you just show me what he did?" asked Stephanie.

Norma cupped and hefted her breasts, then frowned.  "It's not the same when I do it."  She lets her hands fall away.  "Just put your hands on them, and I'll tell you what he did."

Stephanie didn't budge.  Was she scared?  

"Don't you want to hear the story?" asked Norma.

Stephanie rubbed her hands on her skirt.  A half-naked young woman in her office had her spooked.  What was Stephanie's hang-up?

"Is anyone else here, who can play the doctor?" asked Norma.

A-ha!  That's why Norma was here, right now.  Because Inga told her I'd be here, to play the role of Dr Fleischmann, the breast surgeon.  But she didn't know I'd seen the video.  Memorized it was more like it.

Stephanie glanced directly at the mirror  "Hmm.  Yes, there is someone here, for treatment."  She stroked her jaw and pursed her lips.  "In fact, he might be just the right-"

"He?  A man?"  Norma's reluctance was well played.  "I thought that, you know, maybe you'd have a female assistant -"

"Now, now, the specialist was a man.  Besides, I'll be here to monitor things.  You'll be perfectly safe.  Let me bring him in."

I flicked the switch off and yanked the drapes shut.  When Stephanie opened the door, I was sitting cross-legged with a magazine in my lap.

"That's quite a skill, reading upside down."  She was Dr. Crumholtz again.

Damn.  "Works the brain cells harder that way.  Are we going to resume?"

"I have an exercise I believe will be therapeutic for you, as well as another patient.  
I just finished reading an article from an institute in Pennsylvania on fulfillment therapy.  They've gotten marvelous results.  The theory is that people like you, with abnormal desires, abandoned those desires when faced with the realization of their fantasies.  So, exposing you to a woman with large breasts should go a long way to curing your fetish."

Sounds like giving a cigarette to a smoker trying to quit.  Satisfying, but hardly helpful.  "Sure, whatever you say."

"You're going to be part of a role play.  You'll be a doctor examining a female patient.  After this, you'll be able to dismiss your fantasies and throw out all of that pornography.  Come with me."  It was an order.

The hell I was going to trash my collection!  Some of those European editions were quite expensive.  I just hoped that my hard penis wasn't too visible as I stood.

When I entered the other room, Norma feigned shock and pulled her blouse across her chest.

"Norma, this is  Mr., uh, Mr. Smith.  He's here for breast fixation therapy.  With your indulgence, I'd like for him to participate in your reenactment."

I stuck out my hand, no more than a foot from my fantasy tits.  Norma shook it firmly.  Her middle finger was bent in, rubbing my palm.  

Only one woman had ever performed the "fuck me" handshake.  I was in college, at a mixer, where guys and gals of arbitrary class, both social and graduating year, got together to ostensibly listen to music but really to pair off for advanced necking and whatever else they deemed acceptable in their mutually inebriated state.  In simple terms, random drunk sex.  A brunette with wild shoulder-length hair had administered the "fuck me" handshake at the bar, a card table with open bottles of whatever students had contributed to the event.  In a dark but public alcove in her dorm's lobby, she was assertive, practically jumping on my erection, still dressed in a pleated skirt.  I never saw her again.

Norma's blouse sagged, exposing one breast that didn't.  Her other nipple peeked out from the edge.  I swallowed hard.

"Now, Mr. Smith, the rules here are simple.  You'll play the doctor.  Norma will explain what the real doctor did, and you'll follow her directions precisely.  Is that clear?"

I nodded, never taking my eyes off Norma's chest.  Would Dr. Crumholtz actually let Norma take control of this interaction?  In the video, Dr. Fleischmann got a couple of handfuls, but then the video ended.  Based on his case notes, he'd sent Norma home, no further consultation needed, from his perspective.  So, I'd end up with my fantasy fulfilled, hands-on so to speak.

"We're in the wrong position," said Norma.  "I was on an examining table.  This chair is too low."

Dr. Crumholtz glanced around the room.  "How about my desk?"

"That's perfect."  Norma wiggled over to Dr. Crumholtz's desk and sat down, keeping her knees together while her skirt slid higher on her thighs.  "Now then, the doctor placed his hands on -"

I didn't wait.  Just like Fleischmann, I cupped one of her tits, then the other.  My thumbs rubbed across her nipples.  Norma's mouth opened but no sound came out.  Had I moved too quickly, too much like Dr. Fleischmann?  Unlike her behavior in Fleischmann's office, Norma didn't knock my hands away.  In fact, she leaned into them, increasing the pressure.  In no time, Norma's nipples became red and pointy.  

"It's obvious to me he took advantage of the situation," said Stephanie.  "You can stop now, Mr. Smith.  You've had your real-world opportunity."

I got in a couple of quick squeezes, and then let my hands fall to my sides.

"So, Norma, if that's what caused your anxiety, you have no need to worry.  The doctor took advantage -"

"No, he didn't!  That wasn't it.  There's more.  Dr. Fleischmann told me I was good candidate for surgery."

"He did?" asked Dr. Crumholtz.

Liar!  I almost shouted it out loud.  Liar!  Fleischmann's notes were quite explicit, just like his videotapes.  I was going to call Norma on it, but they'd both ask, 'How do you know?' and I'd have to admit breaking into Dr. Fleischmann's records.  Did Norma know she'd been filmed?  No choice but to let this play out to its natural conclusion.

"Really?" asked Stephanie.

"Then he - then he -"  Norma stared at my crotch.  The bulge was evident.  "Then he said I needed a full examination."

Huh?  I was going to examine Norma's body, in front of Inga's mother?


"Sounds reasonable, for the doctor," said Stephanie.

Reasonable?  To take a knife to such perfect tits?  Stephanie was probably suffering from jealously.  Her tits didn't stack up to Norma's.

"How were you feeling by that point?" she continued.

"Kind of scared, but also excited."

"How so?" asked Stephanie.

"My dates never pay attention to anything below my belt.  They get all lost up here."  She shook her chest.  God, they wobbled in slow motion.  "That doctor, that man, was going to check me out.  All of me.  It had been a long time since my last physical, and that was a female doctor."  Norma was getting redder and perspiring.  "I was hot.  Really hot.  But kind of anxious."

"About what?"  asked Stephanie.

Norma swallowed hard.  "That he'd, you know, do something.  Sexual, I mean."  Her voice got softer.  "I was wishing he would."

Stephanie dragged me towards the door.  "Now, Mr. Smith, you'd had your exposure to real breasts, enough to have satisfied your urges.  Please wait for me in the other room."

"But, doctor, we're not finished," whined Norma.

"Mr. Smith is."

"But the role play.  The big thing hasn't happened yet.  Please let him stay.  It's easier to tell you this way."

Dr. Crumholtz checked me out.  "Oh, all right."

The tape had ended after Dr. Fleischmann pawed Norma's breasts.  What else could he have done?

"The doctor said I might be a bit nervous, while he examined me, me exposed and him all dressed.  So, he dropped his pants."

"He didn't!"  Dr. Crumholtz shouted.

I reached for my belt.  Dr. Crumholtz smacked my hand with her clipboard.

"He did!" said Norma.  "And he was all pokey!"

"As in, erect?"

Norma nodded.

"Did he expose himself to you?  That would be quite humiliating.  No cause for such behavior, and by a licensed practitioner no less.  Still, you weren't to blame.  There's no cause for you to feel -"

Norma scooted towards the edge of the desk.  Her legs, spread, hung over the side.  Her skirt was useless, high on her hips.  Shit, no panties!  "Let Mr. Smith come closer."

Stephanie looked at me, and dropped her eyes to my crotch.  "I can't let Mr. Mar- uh Mr. Smith expose himself to you.  It wouldn't be proper."

"You let him fondle my tits.  Was that proper?" asked Norma.

Dr. Crumholtz stood silent.  Norma had here there.

Norma continued.  "Everybody I know has seen one, and touched them, too.  Even Inga has seen a naked dick."

"She has?  Whose?" asked Dr. Crumholtz.  Her hands became fists.

"Her daddy's.  Inga told me all about you guys, walking around naked in your house.  I have to tell you, I think that's so cool.  I wish my family would -"

"All right!  You saw the specialist's penis.  No harm in looking at another one, I suppose."  Dr. Crumholtz stared daggers at me.  "Drop your trousers."

I unbuckled and unzipped.  Gravity did the rest.  My erection was plainly visible under my jockeys."

"It's still hidden," whispered Norma.  

I slid down my underwear.  If I moved any closer, my dick would be poking her pussy.

"See?  Your reaction is confirmation of a breast fetish," gloated Stephanie.  "Look at you."

I decided not to explain that standing in front of any female whose breasts were exposed would cause this condition.  I had no credibility.

"I've never seen one that big," said Norma.  "Not that I'm complaining."  She smiled with raised eyebrows.  "Then the doctor moved closer."

I followed Norma's lead.

"- and put his hands on my knees."

Norma was open for business, sex business, and my dick was ready for a transaction.

"The doctor slid his hands up my legs, up my thighs.  He flicked his thumbs across my pussy."

This was more than glorious.  I'd touched perfect tits and made a passing glance across a needy cunt.

"Oh God, I was so hot.  I almost humped his fingers.  Then his hands were back up here."  Norma placed my hands on her tits.  

No problem there.  I could fondle them all day and not get tired.

"Then I did a naughty thing," whispered Norma.  "His penis was bouncing around between my legs, and I couldn't stand it.  So I aimed it at my pussy."  Norma reached out and took my prick in her hand.  She stroked it a few times before pulling it closer.

Dr. Crumholtz reacted quickly.  She grabbed my dick as it closed the distance to Norma's cunt.  "Oh no.  I didn't stage this exercise for you to have sexual intercourse."

Dr. Crumholtz's hand on my erection felt good.  Any woman's hand would have.  I pulled back, and my dick slid from her grasp.  I leaned forward, to give Norma a chance to guide me but Stephanie grabbed it again.  

"But that's just it!  Dr. Fleischmann's didn't fuck me."  Norma was sobbing.  It seemed so real.  Was she a good actress, or had Fleischmann taken advantage and doctored his notes?

"He didn't?" I asked.  Maybe he had more willpower than I thought.  I'd taken advantage of his other patient, practically raping her, and Norma's tits were so much better.  Her whole body was.

Meanwhile, Dr. Crumholtz stroked my dick as I leaned forward and back, getting me even harder.  Precum lubricated her strokes.  Did she realize she was beating me off?  Like mother, like daughter.

"Like I said, no guy wants me.  I put his penis at the edge, right at the front of my pussy."  She waited.  Did she expect Dr. Crumholtz to position my erection there?  If so, she was disappointed, as Dr. Crumholtz stroked harder, directing my thrusts everywhere except towards Norma's cunt.

"And then?" asked Dr. Crumholtz.

"He kept on groping me, twisting my nipples until they were all puffy and tender.  So I whispered, 'Give it to me.'"

"You didn't!"  Stephanie tightened her grip.  My seesaw motion stopped.

"I did."  Norma was practically choking.  "God forgive me, but all I wanted was to feel his penis inside."

"Don't think about it!" Stephanie warned me.  "But he didn't?"

"No!  There I was, tits hanging out, legs spread, with his hot prick at the mouth of my pussy.  He stood up, zipped up and told me I didn't need any surgery after all, that I was fine just the way I am."

Stephanie didn't let go of my dick.  "See that?  You're a beautiful young woman -"

"But men just want me for these,"  Norma hefted her breasts for emphasis.  "But no one wants me for this."  She spread her pussy lips.  A nubby clit popped into view.

I wanted her, but no way was Dr. Crumholtz going to condone sexual coupling.  But wait!  "Hey, Doc, what would fulfillment therapy say about this situation?"  I asked.

Dr. Crumholtz looked down, her hand still around my dick.  She dropped it, as if it was hot.  It was, but not enough to burn.  "Well, I'd have to think about it."

"Maybe if Norma felt a penis, she wouldn't need to dress this way, trolling for guys who'll do more than grope her tits," I suggested.  It was lame but logical reasoning, if Dr. Crumholtz actually believed in that fulfillment therapy crap.

"So what did you do again?"  Stephanie asked Norma.

"I put his penis at the outer edge of my pussy, just the tip," she replied.  "Can I show you?"

Stephanie moved me by my shoulders until my dick was flopping around between Norma's thighs. "There, close enough?"

Norma nodded, grasped my erection and slid it up and down her slit.  It was wet, well lubricated.  I wondered how much dick she'd taken with her dates.  Oh yeah, they weren't interested.  Bullshit!  Norma guided me to her cunt and stuck my prick gently between her outer lips.  "That was the position."

"All right, so you felt his penis between your legs.  How were you feeling?"

"It was driving me crazy.  It was so close.  He wasn't as fat as Mr. Smith, but that's okay," said Norma.  "Then his hands went back to my tits.  Always my tits."  

I had to lean forward, just a bit, to place my hands back on the two objects of my fantasy.  Norma tilted her pelvis, not so much that Stephanie could tell, but enough to let my dick slip in a bit further.  "I've wanted this for a long time," she whispered.

Any dick?  My dick?  Who cares?  The pressure was torture.  Norma's mouth formed an "O" silently.

"And when you asked him to put it all the way in, he stopped?" asked Stephanie.

Norma didn't answer.  Her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs and her hips were humping.  "Huh?  Oh yeah."

A slap of Stephanie's notepad on my stomach notified me that she had noticed my penetration.  "I told you to say still."

"I have.  She's the one moving."

Norma's agenda was exposed.  Using her legs to pull herself forward, Norma planted herself further onto my dick.  "Oh yes!  This is what I wanted!  God, it feels good!"

I stood still, afraid that Stephanie would find me complicit.  I even removed my hands from Norma's tits and put my arms straight up, to show I wasn't condoning Norma's actions.  Enjoying them, oh yes, but not provoking.  The friction felt marvelous.  

Stephanie stood next to us, hands on her hips, watching the repeated penetration.  Each lunge of Norma's hips drove me deeper into her cunt.  "There.  You've felt what a penis feels like.  That should be sufficient."  

Norma ignored both of us.  She sat up and threw her arms around my neck.  We were face to face.  Hers was red, eyelids fluttering, lips wet, and mouth open.  I watched her perfect breasts, silently clanging before me.

"Norma, stop it," shouted Stephanie.  

I felt Stephanie grab Norma's legs, in an attempt to disengage her from me.  Norma only tightened her leg lock.  Without the desk holding her weight, the pressure strained my neck.  Wrapped around my torso, Norma was sliding down.  My entire erection was buried, but Norma's slide continued.

"Don't let her fall," shouted Stephanie.

I knew of only one way to prevent that, so I cupped her ass in my hands.  

"Ooh, yes!  Squeeze my ass," Norma insisted.  Her muscles tightened even harder against my cock.

Stephanie had turned away, apparently unable to watch our fucking.  Norma undulated her hips, pushing herself against my prick over and over, moaning with each thrust.  I was close to cumming, and sure didn't want Stephanie as a witness to Norma's fertilization.  I staggered back to Stephanie's desk.  "Let me cum on your tits," I whispered.

Norma plopped down on the desk and unlocked her legs.  My dick slurped out from her pussy.  Her hands flew to my erection, pumping me furiously.  I jerked forward.  The first stream landed point blank in her cleavage and dripped down.  The following blobs scattered on both breasts.

Norma laid back, gasping for air, stomach heaving.  Her cunt lips were open, pulsing.  If I didn't know better, I'd have guessed she was ready for another go.  I wasn't.  Blood flowed everywhere in my body but my prick.

I glanced back at Dr. Crumholtz.  Stephanie had turned back towards us sometime during our sexual exercise.  How much had she witnessed?  More important, what was she going to do about it?  For now, she waved me off, back to the other room.  I pulled up my jockeys and pants and stumbled out.  

In the other consulting room, I used some tissues from a box on Stephanie's chair to wipe up the excess excretions.  I tucked myself in and put myself back together.  I dreaded the forthcoming conversation with Stephanie.  Not only did she know about my porn collection, but she witnessed me fucking her daughter's friend.  I'd proven myself to be the pervert she'd claimed.  I'd never get within five miles of Inga.

The door opened and Stephanie walked through.  "I sent Norma home."  Instead of going to her chair, she came up to mine and put a hand on my shoulder.  "I am so sorry."

Huh?  Stephanie was apologizing?  "That's all right."

She walked to her bin of magazines and journals.  Selecting a specific one, she ripped it in half and tossed it into a wastebasket.  "I put you in a terribly awkward position.  Can you forgive me?"

"Oh, yeah.  Sure."


Stephanie sat down, leaning forward.  "I believe that you've had sufficient real world experience to eliminate, or at least significantly reduce, your fixation on women's breasts.  Am I correct?"

I nodded.  This was no time to complain about her misjudgment.

"Good.  Then this will be our last session, except for a check-up in two weeks."

Check up?  Shit, I was getting off easy, after getting off.  "That's fine."

"And, Inga will be at your home next week, per her schedule.  I expect you'll continue to be the gentleman?" she asked.

"Oh, yes.  Absolutely!"  After all, it was Inga who used her hands on me, not the other way around.

"Then, good night.  Send my regards to your wife."

I lumbered out of the room and down the twisty corridor to the parking lot.  What had just happened?  Dr. Crumholtz let me completely off the hook after setting me up with Norma.  She felt responsible, and rightfully so.  It wasn't my idea to play Dr. Fleishmann.  And I was certain that Norma's description of their mutual circumstances had been fabricated on the spot.

I drove home with a fantasy achieved, a continuing obligation to Stephanie, and a pending visit by Inga.  Could life get any better?


(To be continued)

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