Sitting late at night
Your head throbs with
A pleasurable pain.
You’ve already tried
Soothing your head
But the throbbing still remains.
You’ve pumped and stroked
And still nothing has done the trick.
Yeah, baby you know what’s up.
You need to call the head doctor
To handle that stick.
The doctor comes quickly
To deliver you pleasure
Fingers playing over your cock
Examining your measure.
Preliminary kisses
Her tongue swirling slowly
Full lips following in trace
She strokes up and down
Tasting you, sucking you,
Assessing your case.
Flickering her tongue over the tip
She evokes soft groans.
Flickers turn to soft licks
And you release noisy moans.
Feeling her lips wrap around you
Hits the right sexual note
Your eyes roll backwards when you realize
Your head grazed the back of her throat.
Sucking at your shaft
Her pace starts to quicken
Making you hold on to her head
While in her mouth you thicken.
Looking up at you desire flashes
In her beautiful brown eyes.
And you can’t look away
Loving every minute
Of the oral sex she supplies.
She gives you good strokes
And falls back to her knees
Awaiting you to stand, she says,
“Fuck my mouth, please.”
In and out of her warm, wet mouth
The pressure increases as she suckles.
And when she moans and slurps on your hard dick
Your knees begin to buckle.
Taking over she sets you back in your chair
Bobbing up and down to the shaft so hard
You bury your hands in her hair.
She creates an explosive situation
As you cave to your needs
To your shock the strokes get better and wetter
Giving you sexual gratification.
Watching her work
Is visually hypnotic
As she brings you to your release
The experience is insanely erotic.
The head doctor has indeed
Been your sensual antibiotic.