The Therapist (medical orgy)

Joanne had been having trouble. For some time now, she
had been unable to enjoy sex with her boy friends. She
was able to give and receive oral, but she could only
feel her self loosen up when she had a cock in her
mouth.

Fearful that this may be a long standing problem, she
made an appointment to see a sex specialist, a chap
called Dr Harden. Whether it was his real name, Joanne
did not know, nor did she care, she just wanted to be
able to enjoy penetrative sex again (and again and
again she thought wryly to herself).

Despite her depressing predicament, she still retained
her sense of humour. She had a wonderful personality,
was very attractive, albeit petite, lovely shapely legs
and adequate curves. She had a 36C bust which she
believed was adequate. Anything more than a mouthful is
a waste, she would sometimes joke.

She reached the private clinic and was shown into a
comfy waiting room with up to date magazines on the
coffee table. She poured herself a glass of fresh
orange juice and sat on a couch, reaching for a
magazine. Amongst the usual women's mags were a
selection of soft porn publications. It was a sex
therapist and they were needed, she assumed.

If a couple needed to produce a semen sample for
artificial insemination, she guessed a bit of porn
might help. She mused on how interesting that sort of
job could be and if the nurses were allowed to assist.
If so, then this is what they might call a hands-on
job! Yes, her sense of humour was in full swing. Just
as well s she was feeling very nervous.

A few moments later, a young lad was shown in to the
waiting room by the receptionist and he saw Joanne. He
immediately blushed, obviously embarrassed by the fact
she must know he had a sexual problem. He smiled and
nodded to her shyly and Joanne smiled back, recognising
his nervousness.

"Hi" she said, "I'm Joanne," extending her arm to shake
his hand.

He reached over tentatively and shook her hand. "Hi
Joanne" he rasped, his throat starting to give up on
him. "My name's Tom" he said, more authoritively this
time. He sat opposite Joanne and noticed her lovely
legs, her short skirt which finished half way up the
thigh revealing her shapely, tanned and toned legs and,
at certain angles, just a hint of her panties.

Tom felt himself getting hard beneath his jeans and he
leaned forward for a magazine to place on his lap to
disguise his embarrassment. Tom thought he would use
the magazine as a distraction but he noticed he'd
picked up a porno magazine and it was full of naked
women. As he flicked through the magazine, he noticed
it was a European magazine as many of the photos were
quite explicit and involved multiple participants in
lewd acts. His erection remained.

Tom looked over at Joanne and, in his mind's eye, he
saw her naked, with cum dribbling out from her pussy
like she'd been freshly fucked. He blinked and looked
again, this time he saw her how she really was, fully
clothed and reading her magazine. Tom rubbed his eyes
and looked again. The image of Joanne naked with cum
oozing from her love hole was overwhelming. He gulped
and the noise caused Joanne to look up.

"Are you OK?" she enquired with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, "just a bit nervous, that's
all." Joanne smiled. She was also apprehensive but she
was able to relax.

"I'm here because I can't enjoy sex with my boyfriend,"
she said, trying to put Tom at ease. "I hear Dr Harden
is the best therapist of his kind in this country" she
added in the way of small talk. Tom just nodded.

"I can only get my pussy relaxed if I have my
boyfriend's cock in my mouth," she continued, "but the
moment he tries to fuck me, my pussy clams up like a
roller blind!" This made Tom smile a little.

"So, why are you coming to see Dr. Harden," she asked.
Tom blushed again. His problem was every bit as
personal but he felt awkward telling a total stranger,
especially a woman, a good looking horny woman, his
problem.

"Oh, you know," he started. Joanne leaned forward,
showing interest.

"Tell me," she asked politely. Joanne smiled her
prettiest smile and Tom's heart melted.

"I can't satisfy my girlfriend," he whispered, his eyes
darting around the room, embarrassed to make eye
contact with her. God, she was horny, he kept thinking
to himself.

"In what way?" Joanne probed. Tom remained silent for a
moment.

"I can't get an erection," he said eventually.

"Is your girlfriend attractive?" Joanne persevered. Tom
nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, she's a stunner," he said with much enthusiasm.
"She could have anyone she wanted but I feel inferior
and I just can't get it up," he was suddenly aware of
the bulge in his jeans and moving his magazine covertly
over his dignity. This did not go unnoticed to Joanne.

"Do the magazines help?" she asked, assuming it was the
porn which had caused his predicament. Tom, realising
she had guessed he had an erection, nodded. He knew the
mags did not help but her charms had caused him his
first erection in months. Further more, he had months
worth of semen sloshing around in his scrotum eager for
release and, despite his overwhelming desire for his
girlfriend, right now all he wanted was Joanne.

He noticed how her chest heaved seductively as she
breathed, imaging her legs wrapped around him as he lay
on top of her, fucking her. The image of her naked with
fresh semen seeping out from her shaved pussy re-
emerged in his mind. He really wanted her and he wanted
her now.

Tom's thoughts were interrupted.

"Dr Harden will see you now, Tom," the receptionist
said. "Consultation room 2". The receptionist lead Tom
down the corridor and showed him into the consulting
room.

"If you'd like to undress behind the screen and put on
a gown, Dr Harden will be with you shortly" she said,
her smile friendly and calming. Tom stripped and placed
on a big towelling robe, tying the robe around his
waist. He tried desperately to contain his erection and
even considered finding the men's toilets and getting
rid of it. He realised that Dr Harden could come in at
any moment and he may loose his consultation and,
anyway, it could be important in the diagnosis and
cure.

Meanwhile, the receptionist had returned to the waiting
room.

"Joanne, could you go to consultation room 1 please,"
she said and showed Joanne the way. She was given the
same instructions as Tom. Joanne kicked off her heels
then took off her tight top and short skirt. She
unclipped her bra and placed these all on a hook before
removing her matching panties. They were bone dry. She
sighed. She so desperately wanted to be normal again,
to feel all lubricated and horny when she was with her
boy friend. She reached for a fluffy gown and covered
her modesty and went and laid on the consultation
couch.

The two consultation rooms were connected by a door and
Dr Harden entered Joanne's room first. He introduced
himself and confirmed her basic details. He was an
Australian, judging by the accent, and a good looking
one at that, Joanne thought. He was probably mid 30's
or so, well tanned and was the type that probably had a
surf board on his roof rack, she mused. He wore no
wedding ring but had tattoo's on his forearms. He was
dressed in a shirt and tie, loosely knotted, with his
sleeves rolled up, and smelt of fresh shower gel.

"So what's the problem?" he asked.

"I can only get lubricated when I have my boyfriend's
cock in my mouth," she said. "Any time he goes near my
pussy, it gets all dry and he can't get it in."

"Have you tried lubricants, my dear?"

"Lubricants, vibrators, porno DVD's the lot," she said,
the desperation evident in her voice.

"I see," he said in a typical medical fashion, rubbing
his pencil against his chin.

"Would you take off your gown and lie on the couch
please," he instructed and she dutifully obliged. Here
she was, naked in front of a good looking bloke and
talking to him about her personal sexual problems. He
was, however, a doctor and a specialist at that, she
said to herself as a way of reassurance. He looked her
all over, doing things like checking blood flow to the
extremities by testing for pulse and capillary refill.

Joanne was starting to relax when Dr Harden suddenly
put his hand on her bush.

"I'm just going to finger you now" he said, quite
clinically. "Tell me what you feel" he said. His
fingers began probing at her pussy, starting with the
outer labia and making his way towards her clit. His
hands moved expertly but it was having no effect at
all.

He stood at her feet and leaned across, removing his
tie first, and began licking her pussy, licking the
outer lobes, trying to press his tongue inside her, his
warm breath against her belly and thighs, his chin
which could have done with a shave, gently grazing her
soft supple skin.

She knew she should have been close to an orgasm by
now. This guy had moves that should have had her in
seventh heaven but, for now, it was just boring. He
stood up and scratched his slightly stubbly chin.

"Put your head back a bit, sweetheart," he ordered and
she did as she was told as he walked up to her head.
The couch was lowered and she watched as he stood at
behind her head, undoing his trousers and removing his
cock. It was semi hard and, she guessed, when it was
fully erect, it was a bit of a monster.

"Open wide," he said and, for a split second, she
thought she might have got the wrong surgery. The
dentist was two doors down. She obeyed and he placed
his now almost totally stiff cock into her mouth. She
assumed he wanted her to suck it, so she began giving
him a good blow job, her tongue darting over the head
of his dick, her slow soft sucking movements on his
shaft.

She lifted her hands behind her head and began tickling
his balls with one hand, masturbating him with the
other. Professional or not, Dr Harden was enjoying
himself and, in fairness, Joanne was an expert gobbler
and he sighed deeply as she sucked on his hard cock.

Joanne released her hold on his balls and began to
finger her own clit, her passion beginning to build. Dr
Harden allowed her a few moments of pleasure, waiting
for her pussy to be wet and ready. He removed himself
from her mouth and marched to the foot end of the
couch, kneeling on the couch between her legs and
attempted to enter her. Much to his surprise, despite
the moistness, her channel would not permit him entry
and although he got the tip of his cock into her, there
was too much resistance and she squealed in pain.

He climbed off and scratched his chin again, deep in
thought. He repossessed his strides and dressed
himself.

"Give me a couple of minutes, Joanne," he said as he
left to go into the second consultation room. This case
was puzzling to him.

"Hi Tom," the Dr said and went through the same ritual
of introductions and background information as had with
Joanne. Tom had explained his problem that he couldn't
get an erection but upon examination, the Doctor found
a hot throbbing knob covered in pre cum.

"How did this happen?" the Doctor asked inquisitively.

"There was this horny woman in your waiting room.
Joanne, she said her name was. Wow, she's hot" Tom
said, absent mindedly reaching down and pleasuring
himself. "I haven't had an erection for almost a year
until this morning" he added. Dr Harden thought for a
moment.

"You say Joanne gave you this erection?" he confirmed.

"Not many," came the excited reply.

"Would you like to fuck her, then?" the Doctor
clarified.

"Wouldn't you? Did you check out those legs?" Tom
continued, all excited. The Doctor had, as well as her
tits and pussy. He'd even had his cock in her mouth and
part of it in her pussy.

"Tom," he said in a serious voice," when the clock on
that wall is at 11.25, I want you to go through that
door over there," he said, pointing to the
interconnecting door. "What ever you see, don't be
alarmed. If you feel the need to do anything or join
in, then do so. I think this may help you with your
problem and should put you on the road to recovery" he
said. Tom looked concerned and the Doctor patted him on
the shoulder.

"Don't worry, mate," he said, his Ozzie accent becoming
more pronounced, "She'll be right," and we wandered off
through the door leaving Tom somewhat confused.

The Doctor clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Right, Joanne. I have arranged some therapy for you.
Whatever happens in the next hour should help you come
to terms with your problem and, if I am right, cure
you. The treatment may be a little unorthodox but are
you OK with that?"

Joanne nodded. Her problem was unorthodox so she half
expected the treatment to be similar.

"Don't worry. Lie back, relax and enjoy," he said. He
leaned forward and fondled her tits and she closed her
eyes. Oh boy, he was experienced and she enjoyed the
attention her ample sized tits were receiving. He
worked her tits expertly, leaning forward to kiss them,
before beginning his oral manipulation (sucking to me
and you!) of her nipples. Joanne squirmed in pleasure,
her moans becoming more pronounced.

She reached out an arm and found his crotch, and she
undid his zip with one hand, delving in and fondling
his cock. Man, this was a big one. She smirked to
herself about this Australian being popular in his own
country, especially as he was big down under. Even
during sex, her humour never left her.

The Doctor moved his way round to her head and he
removed his clothing, letting it fall on the floor by
the consultation couch. Immediately, Joanne reached for
his erection and guided it towards her open waiting
mouth, her tongue guiding it in, darting over the top,
around the inside of the foreskin. The Doctor sighed
deeply. This was the best part of the job. Worth doing
5 years at medical school, he'd always said that.

He noticed the clock and knew he had a minute to go
before Tom joined them. Joanne felt his body move as he
reached forward to grab her tits again and she writhed
in pleasure as he tantalised her nipples. Once again,
her hand moved from his balls to her own clit as she
frigged herself, happy with a cock in her mouth and her
nipples being played with.

Right on cue, the door opened and Tom walked in. He
must have looked like a cartoon to the Doctor as his
eyes opened so wide, they looked like they were popping
out of his head. The Doctor noticed his gown fall open
and the stirrings of an erection appear. So far, so
good for the Doctor. The first part of his plan was
working.

Joanne was oblivious to the observer in the corner and
she gobbled greedily on the Doctor's throbbing member.
The Doctor gesticulated to Tom to approach the couch
and Tom obeyed, his eyes transfixed on the sight before
him. This horny bitch was now totally naked and, just
like his earlier vision, he was not disappointed. He
even noticed that her pussy hair had been shaved (or
sculpted) into the shape of a love heart.

Tom approached and he saw her tits bouncing around as
the Doctor started to fuck Joanne's mouth, the motion
causing her body to move with some vigour. Unable to
contain himself, Tom shrugged off his gown and
approached the couch at Joanne's feet. Her legs were
spread and he could see the moistness from her pussy.
His mind's eye imagined himself buried deep inside her,
pounding her pussy, coming inside her.

Then his vision went and all he could see was Joanne
giving head. Tom knelt on the couch between her legs
and he moved his face nearer, smelling her sex. He was
now fully erect. No Viagra needed today for Tom. He
extended his tongue and tasted Joanne for the first
time. She tasted so sweet. Joanne became vaguely aware
of Tom's presence and she moved her hand back to the
Doctor's balls, allowing Tom full access to her pussy
lips. Dutifully, he licked her clit and he probed at
her pussy with his fingers.

Joanne squirmed with delight and the Doctor received
untold pleasure as she wriggled and moaned, her sudden
sharp intakes of breath as strong as her normal sucking
motions. She was approaching an orgasm and the Doctor
might not be too far behind her.

The Doctor motioned for Tom to replace his finders with
his cock. He understood immediately and positioned
himself between her legs, leaning forward and lowering
himself on to her, his face now right in front of her
tits. He couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and
nibbled a nipple. She groaned until he gently bit on
it, she screamed with pain and pleasure.

The scream made Tom jump and the action caused his cock
to enter Joanne and, this time, there was no
resistance. He pushed his erection in to, deeper and
deeper it slid, gently and smoothly. Joanne released
the cock from her mouth and gasped for air, the
sensation filling her totally. The Doctor stood back to
allow Tom to complete their joint therapy. Joanne's
mouth swished around looking for something to suck on
like a baby rooting for the mothers nipple. Tom leaned
forward and offered her his tongue and she greedily
accepted, their tongues entwined as they simultaneously
cured each other.

"Do you know what you're doing, Joanne?" the Doctor
asked her gently. She grunted a sound of negativity.
It's rude to talk with your mouth full, she thought.

"You're making love," he said to her gently. "Tom, the
guy you met in the waiting room is making love to you
without the need for you to have a cock in your mouth,"
he affirmed. Joanne disengaged from the kiss and saw
the young lad pounding her pussy with his rock hard
cock, thrusting into her without any pain. In fact, he
thrust into her with an immense amount of pleasure. The
realisation dawned in her.

"Tom, you're fucking me," she said. He nodded.

"And you've got an erection," she added. He nodded
again. He wasn't up for small talk and distractions. He
just wanted relief from the feeling in his balls. He
wanted to fuck and he wanted to cum.

"Fuck me!" she encouraged. "Fuck me with your massive
big cock" she said and Tom found the dirty talk
accentuate his experience.

"You're so horny," he said to her, leaning forward to
kiss her full on the mouth. Joanne moaned in pleasure,
their tongues meeting again.

"Fuck me!" she said again as the kiss ended and she saw
the look on Toms face. 12 months of frustration and a
gallon of spunk were about to be released. Before she
could react, Tom was there.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he said, thrusting his cock as
deep as he could into Joanne, releasing his sperm into
her waiting body. His ejaculation seemed to go on
forever as his body expelled as much of his seed as it
could and Tom's body shuddered at the intensity of his
orgasm. He leaned forward and kissed her again.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for curing me!" he
said. He leaned back and withdrew, noticing the trail
of semen leaking from her pussy, just like he'd
imagined back in the waiting room earlier.

Joanne looked disappointed. Sure, she could fuck but
she was still in need of an orgasm herself.

"I need to cum," she complained. "Tom, fuck me again"
she said. Tom was totally spent and he was trying to
catch his breath.

"Give me a while," he panted.

"No. I need to fuck now!" Joanne yelled. Dr Harden
stepped up to the plate.

"Maybe I could be of assistance," he suggested, still
naked and sporting a full erection. Joanne did not
argue, she laid back on the couch.

"Make me cum, Doctor," she pleaded. He just smiled.

"Never had an unsatisfied customer yet" he said and he
entered her, his cock gliding easily into her unlike
his earlier attempt.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Deeper!" she commanded. Dr Harden knew she needed
dirty talk to get off so he joined in the fun.

"I'm fucking your pussy. You've not had your pussy
fucked for ages and now Tom and I have cured you," he
said, his breathing starting to become laboured.

"Fuck me, you Ozzie bastard," she said, not meaning to
be offensive but desperately in need of an orgasm.

"I'm fucking you, Joanne, you little slut," he said.
"Do you like being a slut?"

"Only when I'm being fucked by lots of different men,"
she said.

"I bet you've been fucked by loads of guys" he
commented.

"Yes," she said with rising passion. "I've been fucked
by hundreds of men," she said. They both knew much of
this was just dirty talk, but she'd had several blokes
and some had fucked her, some had been fucked by her.

"And did you make them cum?" the Doctor continued.

"Yes, I made them all cum," she said, smiling at some
of the memories.

"Did they cum in your mouth or in your pussy?" he
asked.

"In my pussy," she said. "I don't like waste," she
added, her breathing becoming more laboured.

"But you like cock in your mouth," the Doctor enquired.

"Yes, but I prefer cum in my cunt," she stated. "No
condoms, just bare flesh and cum," she said, her hip
movements becoming more vigorous.

"And what's your favourite position?" he asked. She was
almost there.

"Doggy," she said, panting. He withdrew his cock and
rolled her over onto her front, her legs hanging over
the edge of the couch. He re-entered her and he
continued his talking.

"Like this?" he said, ramming his cock in her as deep
and as hard as he could.

"Oh, god, yeeeeees!!" she squealed and she experience
an orgasm of such intensity, her knees turned to jelly.
Almost immediately, the Doctor reached down and
stimulated her clitoris and, seconds later, her second
orgasm struck, the intensity every bit as strong as the
first. The Doctor repositioned her on the couch, still
face down, his dick never leaving it's new found home,
and he shortly began pounding her pussy again.

"You've let lots of other guys cum inside you," he
said. "Now it's my turn to fuck you till I cum, you
little slut."

"Fuck me!" she said in an encouraging way. She was
shattered but satisfied, and needed to feel this huge
cock that belonged to her therapist to climax inside
her.

He thrust and she thrust. He leaned over and pulled her
back enough to get his hands underneath her body to
feel her lovely tits again. Tom was reawakening and his
cock was becoming hard again. He stood beside Joanne
and, to his delight, she took his cock in her mouth,
working her tongue over it, tasting his cum from
earlier. She was happy to rest there but with oral,
nipple and pussy stimulation, she began to feel aroused
again.

"Fuck!" the Doctor groaned as he exploded inside her
like a sperm firework. Joanne felt the pumping of semen
inside her unprotected pussy and she wanted more. The
Doctor withdrew and Joanne removed Tom from her mouth.

"Lay down here" she ordered Tom and he obediently
mounted the couch. She straddled his hips and guided
his erection into her, ensuring her tits bounced just
in front of his face. He needed no further
encouragement and he sucked her tits, massaging them
with this hands.

Dr Harden, being a red blooded Ozzie, knelt on the
couch behind her and entered her arse with his semi
hard cock. Cocks in both orifices caused Joanne to
reach yet another climax and they stayed in that
position for some time, her reaching climax after
climax, eventually Tom spilling himself into her again,
and needed Dr Harden to dump his second load into her
waiting pussy. Not in the butt because that would be a
waste, as she had told them.

The Doctor dressed and excused himself, stating he had
reports to type up. Tom noticed her heart shaped pussy
hair covered in a mixture of both their cum.

"Do you think you'll be OK with your girl friend?"
Joanne asked.

"I hope so," he said. "Will you be OK fucking your
boyfriend do you think?" Joanne shrugged her shoulders.

"Dunno," she said. They smiled at each other.

"Look," she said. "If things don't work with your
girlfriend, call me," she said, writing her number on
the back of the Doctor's business card. "I might be
able to help and it'll be cheaper than paying for a
private consultation," Tom smiled.

"Thank you," he said, this time with less vigour than
when he came in her for the first time. "And you can
call me anytime if you like," he added, taking her pen
and writing his mobile number on the inside of her
thigh.

"Joanne?" he asked.

"Mmm," she responded.

"Are you really a dirty little slut like the Doctor
said?"

"Why? Is it a problem?" she enquired.

"God, no," he said with genuine honesty. "I loved
seeing you and being able to, you know..." he went all
shy again.

"Fuck me?" Joanne completed his sentence. He blushed a
little.

"Yeah," he said.

"Why don't we meet up again and you can find out for
your self," Joanne said, winking at him. She leaned
forward and kissed him gently, his hand reached for her
breast.

The receptionist knocked on the door.

"Will you be long?" she enquired.

"Give me five minutes," Joanne replied, reaching for
Tom's hardening cock.

"Can you make it ten minutes?" he whispered in Joanne's
ear. She smiled and French kissed him before pushing
back on to the consultation couch.


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