You know when you go to the doctor when you haven’t been to one in a while?  There are a number of preconceived expectations and I’m just as guilty as anyone of having some.  That’s why the need to tell this story.

When I was in college, I used to be very sexually active, fucking any female who aroused my curiosity and was willing. Even after graduating, my philosophy on women stayed pretty much consistent.  Meet, get to know them a little, get laid, and say adieu.  Yet, every once in a while, even the best players find that one in a million and I was no exception.  Since meeting and falling head over heels in love with Evie, I changed my immoral ways.  Though Evie hasn’t really been a firecracker in bed, or at least not compared to the women I have experienced, she does satisfy most of my urges.  Needless to say, I tend to be sexually unsatisfied much of the time. To compensate, I watch a lot of porn and read tons of erotic and porn stories, masturbating multiple times a day. 

Regardless, I was having erectile and orgasm issues and I had to do something about it.  Being relatively young and feeling invincible, I didn’t have a regular physician, as many my age tend to do.  So, Evie recommended Dr. Hassan-Mehmood as being very hands on, an excellent doctor and very experienced.  To be honest, my gut reaction wasn’t very considerate, as I allowed some of my preconceived prejudices to emerge.  I wasn’t up on trying to understand some foreign doctor with a heavy accent.  However, I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. 

So, I called up the office and made an appointment for 3:00 pm on Tuesday afternoon the following week.  I presumed I could cut out of work early, then get home and start working on dinner for Evie after.  The day arrived, and having arranged with my supervisor, I left early and arrived at the Doctor’s office.  After checking in with the receptionist, I took a seat in the lobby and began flipping through some of the magazines on the tables.  While in retrospect it should have been a sign, I didn’t notice anything sports or business-related, just a slew of celebrity and gossip rag mags. 

“Mr. Tha…  Thee… uh, Rupert?”  I heard my name called by a male nurse who was standing in the door leading down the hall. 

I stood and followed him down the corridor into an examining room.  He went on to take my vital signs and asked some basic questions related to why I was there.  He then left to shortly return with a TV / VCR / DVD combination and a few DVDs.  Each was labeled and had something to do with erectile dysfunction.  He recommended watching the videos I was while waiting for Dr. Hassan-Mehmood to finish with another patient.  He inserted and started one of the videos, implying they would help educate me on causes, symptoms, and treatments to better aid me overcome my predicament. 

‘Yeah, right,’ I thought to myself.  ‘I’m paying how much to watch fucking videos while the doctor will just waltz in, spend a total of ten minutes checking me out, then hand me a prescription for God knows what.’  Considering I was already here, I just went ahead, sat back, and watched what was playing. 

After the first video was over, I perused through the stack finding other similar titled DVDs until I came across one a bit different.  I pulled it out and read the hand-lettered title, ‘Doctor Hassan-Mehmood’s Massage Technique.’  Thinking it was something distinctive, I replaced the first DVD with this one and hit PLAY. 

It was obvious from the beginning this was not professionally recorded.  After a bit of static and snow at the start, the screen cleared, and I was watching a man in an examining room remarkably similar to the one I was sitting in at the time.  Soon after the image appeared sound followed.  The male patient was moaning, but it was clear he was not in pain or discomfort.  If anything, his moans were that of someone experiencing extreme pleasure.  He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and opened his mouth releasing a stream of obscenities. 

“Oh, fuck yes, suck my cock you fucking whore!  You keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your mouth, bitch!” 

Shaking my head in disbelief, I was soon riveted to the screen and the camera began to pull away from the man and the rest of the room slowly came into view.  I was flabbergasted to recognize that he was seated in the same room I was presently in. 

‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself.  ‘Is this some kind of trick or what?’ 

The image continued to pull away to show the man seated in one of the rooms chairs with his pants and undershorts around his ankles.  It also showed someone else in the room with him.  A woman with long dark hair, drawn back in a ponytail, dressed in a lab coat and scrubs.  She was on her knees and her head was bobbing up and down in the patient’s lap.  It quickly became evident she was giving him a blowjob. 

As the camera began panning to the side, she lifted her head from his lap, turned slightly toward the camera, and I about fell out of my chair.  The woman was young in appearance, I put her in her early to mid-thirties, with a gentle mocha-colored skin, milk chocolate brown eyes, and a face to win a beauty contest.  She was a fox!  In addition, one of her hands was under his ass and it was apparent she had a finger probing his rear passage. 

Looking up at the man, she asked, “The way you explained your problem and how it affects your sex life, with my massage technique, do you think you will be able to orgasm soon?” 

“Fuck yes, Doctor,” he said, as he grabbed her head and pressed her back down on his tumescent member.  “Nothing will be stopping it now.” 

Did he just say doctor?  What the holy fuck is going on here, is Dr. Hassan-Mehmood that beautiful creature slobbering away on his cock?  Was she doing this of her own volition or what? 

Wanting to watch more, but more worried I might get caught, I reached up to the player and hit STOP.  As I was sitting back in my chair, I had to readjust myself as I was becoming erect, and it was getting painful pressing straight against my jeans.  Seems watching the good doctor’s “technique” had set in motion a definite improvement in my erectile dysfunction issue. 

Once comfortable and seated again, I began thinking about what I just watched.  As thoughts were rumbling around in my head, the door opened and the woman in the video walked in the room, closing the door behind her.  Her lab coat identified her as Dr. Aleena Hassan-Mehmood.  She was looking down at a folder, and I presumed it was my information. 

What a fox!  She had black hair that ran down her back to her waist, tied back in a ponytail, and her skin was a beautiful shade of light milk chocolate -- almost Mediterranean.  Behind the closed lab coat, though all I could see were her pant legs extending out under the bottom of the coat, she was wearing an aqua-colored set of scrubs. 

She did appear to be in her early thirties, roughly five foot three inches tall and about 120 pounds.  The lab coat hid her dimensions, making it a challenge to determine her physique.  Looking at her hands, her fingers were unadorned.  So, either she wasn’t married or chose not to wear any jewelry. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Theroue.  Welcome to my office.  I see you’re experiencing some…  challenges,” she said, with not a trace of foreign accent. 

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, “but… I thought… well, considering… “ 

“No worries, sir.  I am a Board Certified Urologic physician, and this is a highly respected practice; we treat all of our patients with the utmost regard and intimacy.  You can be certain you are in good hands with me.” 

She placed my folder on the desk next to the examining table, looked over at me, pointed to the standing screen beside me, then patted the table and said, “Would you be so kind to step behind the screen to remove your shoes, pants, and undershorts, wrap one of the towels around your waist, then come on over here and sit on the table.  I’m going to need to complete some physical checks before we get to the root of your issue.” 

I wasn’t sure this was such a promising idea, but remembering what I saw on the DVD, my worries scattered to the four winds, and I scampered behind the screen.  While I was getting undressed, the doctor apparently hit the EJECT button on the DVD. 

“Hmmm, seems you were interested in my technique.  Did you watch the entire video?” 

Too embarrassed to say anything, I murmured in the negative. 

“Too bad, you might have been interested in how much ability I have to treat patients such as yourself,” she went on to say. 

With the towel draped around my waist, I stepped from behind the screen to see the doctor stepping away from the door.  A quick glance and I noticed she had locked it.  Looking back to the doctor, I watched as she began to unbutton the lab coat and allow it to drape open. 

I swear my jaw hit the floor as I stepped to the table and sat down.  Once the lab coat was fully open, she spread the lapels apart and it became very apparent she had nothing on underneath it, except for her scrub pants and shoes.  I was staring at a pair of tits that were absolutely stunning.  Without a doubt, her breasts were perfect.  There was just a slight sag, her nipples were just a few shades darker than the rest of her skin and visibly excited.  Running my gaze down her abdomen, it became clear she was in fabulous shape and worked out. 

I returned my gaze to her lovely face and tried thinking of baseball, football, ogres, orcs, math problems, and other things in an attempt to prevent my erection from raising and causing the towel to tent.  It was to no avail. 

“So, Mr. Theroue, or may I call you Rupert?” 

“Uh, sure, you can call me Rupert,” I replied. 

“It seems you’re having erection difficulty and ejaculation issues during sex, is that right?” she asked, as she looked me in the eye.

“Uh… yeah… I, uh… don’t seem… to have too much… of a problem… getting…” 

“Erect?  Yes, I can see that problem may be easier to resolve than you thought,” she opined with a smile.  “It must be uncomfortable for you sitting there on the table trying to hide what wants to be set free.  Why don’t you stand and allow me to examine you?  Perhaps we can find a physical reason for your discharge failure.” 

As I stood, she reached out and removed the towel, leaving me standing there with a hard-on.  Lowering herself into her chair, she rolled closer, placing her face level with my erection.  If she had been my girlfriend, I would have placed my hands directly on the back of her head and pulled her much closer.  As it was, not knowing what was going to happen, I elected not to be so forward. 

“It seems your ability to become sexually stimulated is not much of an issue,” she started to articulate as she gently took my member and testicles in her soft and warm hands.  “There does not appear to be any physical abnormality or blood flow issues.” 

She continued on with her examination, positioning my cock in various positions, stroking it up and down, tugging softly on my scrotum, and all the while sounding as if she was dictating a medical report.  After several minutes of her manipulation, she tenderly but firmly took my cock in her left hand and began to stroke from the bottom to the top and back down again.  Following her actions, I noticed seepage bubbling in the opening.  After a few strokes, as her left hand descended back to the base of my cock, she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. 

“Oh… my… fucking… God… doctor,” I stuttered, “are you sure you should be doing that?” 

Lifting her head, she looked up into my eyes and asked, “If I remember, you didn’t watch the video, did you?” 

“To be honest, I only watched a portion of it.  I didn’t watch the entire video.” 

“That’s a shame, it would have been very eye opening for you.” 

With that, she lowered her head and again took me into her molten mouth and began to give me one of the most sensuous blowjobs I’ve ever had.  With just the head of my cock in her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around the junction at the bottom of the helmet, as well as bobbing up and down several times.  Many times she wrapped her tongue around the top of my member, gently and softly twisting her head in each direction. 

Over the course of the next several minutes, her bobbing took increasingly more of me into her mouth until I could feel it bumping against the entrance to her throat.  Now, my girlfriend is talented and has some mad skills, but she’s never been able to get past her gag reflex.  The good doctor?  After teasing me for what felt like hours, she opened her throat and allowed my cock head to begin sliding down. 

I’m not what one would call gifted, I’m in the region of six to seven inches in length and two inches in diameter, but the doctor was able to press her face all the way down, burying her nose in my pubic hair.  I was in heaven. 

Suddenly I realized my hands were on the doctor’s head and I was holding her against my abdomen, not allowing her to retreat.  Looking down I noticed she was looking up at me and her eyes told me she was not upset. 

“I’m so sorry, doctor,” I sputtered, as I quickly removed my hands from the back of her head. 

“No, no, please, treat me as if I’m your wife or girlfriend.  It’s the only way we are going to be able to address your problem and find a resolution.  Don’t be afraid you’re going to hurt me, you won’t.  Also, don’t be afraid to say or do anything you want.  It is all toward helping you surmount your problem.” 

With that, she quickly engulfed my cock back into her mouth, grabbed my ass with both of her hands, and slammed her head down as far as she could.  I couldn’t help myself, and I doubt I would have tried, but I grabbed her head by the ponytail and began pulling and pushing her head onto and off my cock, fucking her mouth as if she were nothing but a cheap whore. 

“Oh, fuck yeah, doctor, suck my cock.  Suck my cock deep in your mouth and down your fucking throat, you cunt!” 

Hearing murmurs from her and feeling her mouth and tongue playing my cock like a skin flute, I began to really fuck her oral cavity with all I had.  I wasn’t gentle, either, and soon I was bouncing her head against my belly twice a second. 

As I was thrusting into her throat with my cock, she was busy gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into her each time.  I hadn’t been paying attention to her, so engrossed in my own satisfaction, that when her finger penetrated my asshole, I jerked her hard onto my cock, holding her head against me for several seconds.  She began gently fucking my ass with her finger and each time she pushed in, she went deeper.

All of a sudden, I felt this sensation, one of pure pleasure.  I relaxed my hold on her head and she quickly backed away, allowing my cock to drop from her mouth with a plop. 

“Don’t stop now,” she said.  “My technique involves massaging your prostate in an attempt to excite your ejaculation into happening.”

All this was said while she continued to press her finger against what must have been my prostate. 

“You fucking whore,” I uttered.  “Get your fucking mouth back on my cock and we’ll see if your technique works!” 

I quickly grabbed her hair and shoved her head back down on my hard cock.  She didn’t even try to stop me as I began not only using my hands to guide her head but using my body to fuck her mouth and throat.  Jamming my cock as deep as I could into her throat over and over, combined with her fingering my asshole and massaging my prostate and I was soon beginning to feel as if I were about to explode. 

“Oh, fuck, doctor, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum down your fucking throat!” 

It had been a long time since I’d felt anything like this, yet after a few minutes more, tingles began in my balls, and it felt as if my cock was growing bigger.  I knew something was about to go off.  If I wasn’t careful, it was going to be my head.  I increased my efforts shoving my cock as deep as I could into the kind doctor’s mouth and throat.  Over and over, I used her ponytail to move her head and mouth like a fleshlight as if I were masturbating myself. 

Then I felt it.  Deep in my nuts.  I was going to explode down her throat like Mount Vesuvius. 

“Fuck yes, you bitch!  Suck my cock!  I’m going to cum!” came screaming from my mouth. 

She intensified her massaging of my prostate and that was all it took.  I slammed her head down so the full length of my cock was shoved into her mouth and down into her throat, buried her face in my stomach and groin, and I held her there tightly. 

“Here I fucking cum, you fucking cock sucking whore!” 

The surge through my balls into my cock and down her throat was one I’d never felt.  My cock began pulsing, firing stream after stream of boiling cum into and down her gullet.  Four, five, six, and even then, I wasn’t sure it would ever stop.  After a few more pulses, each taking a bit longer to occur than the last, I ceased firing, though she kept up her massage.  I wasn’t sure if she was trying to kill me or just milk my balls dry. 

As she slowed her technique, I eventually released my grip on her head, releasing the pressure holding her against my groin.  Even then, she kept swallowing, using her throat to squeeze out the last remaining droplets of cum from my rapidly deflating cock in her mouth. 

“Holy… shit… doctor.  What… the fuck… did you do?”  I was still catching my breath from the orgasm she just elicited from me.  “I’ve never…  never had…  an orgasm that powerful!” 

“I have a certain technique I use on my male patients that coaxes them into ejaculation.  I’ve been practicing this for over ten years, refining the massage technique of the prostate to perfection.  You apparently enjoyed it tremendously.  I wasn’t sure you were ever going to stop cumming down my throat.” 

“I’ll say.  Any chance you could teach that to my girlfriend?” 

As she stood up, I noticed there was no residual evidence of what we had just done on her face, other than a light glow of satisfaction in her eyes.  She buttoned her lab coat, turned toward the door, and reached for the handle. 

“When would you be ready again?” she asked. 

With that, she opened the door, stepped back slightly, and in walked Evie.  She had a huge smile on her face. 

“Yes, Rupert.  I’m ready to start now if the good doctor is ready to show me.” 

Needless to say, I’ll never assume all doctors are men again.