MY DOCTOR CURES MY FEMALE HYSTERIA [MF] [Huge tits] [Big cock] [thick-fit] [passive-sub] [nurturing-dom]

Morning session with my toy produced this first draft. Hope you enjoy:)

My bear legs feel the cool of the leather armchair beneath me as I wait. His office is clinical yet comforting. I have been coming to see Dr Vellaman since I was a kid too scared to tell their family doctor that I was in need of birth control. He has a dominating presence.

Dr Velleman walks into his office and closes the door behind him. “Oh wow, you look nice!”

“Thank you.”

“So, how are you today?”

“I’m good, but I have been having real trouble sleeping after work.”

“Oh no! That sounds terrible.”

“Yeah it has gotten a bit unbearable as I’m constantly tired.”

“Okay well hop on the table and let’s have a proper look at you.”

I lay back on the examination table and his big build towers over me in the most pleasant way. He always starts with a chest exam, regardless of my reasons for showing up, which brings me to believe that he enjoys them as much as I do. His hand slides slowly up my shirt. Two fingers clutch the icey metal of the stethoscope as the rest trail my body with their warmth. He looks down at me and smiles as his hand rests between my cleavage.

“Have you been watching the Rugby?” He moves his hand across my right breast and presses down firmly into the flesh with his stethoscope.

“No, I’m afraid I’m behind the bar making Springboks when the matches are on.”

“Breath in. Good, now breath out.” He moves his tool around my chest lightly as I pant for him. “Have you checked for lumps recently?”

“No, I haven’t really thought about that.”

“Perfect, well if you don’t mind you can remove your t-shirt and bra and then I can make sure you’re all good and healthy.”

He watches me intently as I lift up my shirt and unclip my bra.

He smiles. “You really have developed into a gorgeous woman.”

“Thank you so much.” I blush and rest my hands on my thighs.

He comes in close to me whilst rubbing his hands together vigorously. He cups my breasts in his hands. “My goodness this is quite a lot more than a handful.”

I laugh. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing.” He gently messages and squeezes my bosom.

My nipples stiffen underneath his fingers. “I don’t know what I’m apologizing for.” I giggle and look up at him. “I suppose just because my size makes this slightly more awkward.”

“I feel anything but awkward,” he says. “So how often are you having sex?”

“Not at all,” I say. “I broke up with my partner about 2 months ago and havent had the time to engage with anything more than a vibrator since.”

“Not being able to get to bed might be a symptom of female hysteria.” He opens my legs wide and leans his pelvis in between them. “Basically what happens is that a tension gathers within the womb and creates such an ache for stimulation that the patient suffers a wild variety of symptoms and in severe cases even mental illness.”

“Oh no,” I nudge forward subconsciously closing a bit of the gap between our loins. “Is there any treatment for that?”

“What we can do is penetrate deep into the cervix and force you to climax. You will have to remove the rest of your clothes for this to work.”

I take off my shorts and panties eagerly as he watches me. I open my legs wide to showcase my perfect little mound. He exhales deeply.

“Mmmm.” He crouches down between my thighs. “I’ll just inspect you first to make sure you are ready for the procedure.”

“Inspect away doctor. Whatever you feel is neccessary. I just want to get to sleep.”

He brushes his hands over my inner thighs and strokes his fingers across my pussy lips. I feel an immense pressure build with my tummy forcing my muscles to contract and my hips to undulate. His fingers part my soft, wet, slit and he presses his face into me. I moan as his sloppy sleak tongue slides sensually over my button. I grip the back of his head and grind my clit against his mouth. I huff as he stops lapping at me. My whole body radiates with longing for him. I want to feel the weight of his form ontop of me. I want to scratch my nails down his back as he enters me. I hold back an impatient tantrum as he stands up to take off his clothes.

His body is perfectly sculpted. A path of hair formed down his navel and a strong vline direct my eyes to the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It is just big enough and thicker than my mouth or hand could wrap around.

He smiles down at me. “A thick dick for a thick chick.”

I laugh and pull him closer towards me. “I want you so bad!”

“I have wanted you for years,” he says.

He presses his johnson onto my clit and quickly rubs his head against me.

I cry out for him as the tension inside me builds. “Please, I can’t handle it anymore. I need you to fill me up with your cock.”

“Shhh, I’m throbbing so hard for you that your words are enough to send me over the edge.”

He slides his member down my slit and shoves into my entrance. I inhale deeply and bite my lip. He struggles millimeter by millimeter to fit inside my tiny hole. I feel my pussy juice gush onto my asscheeks as he burrows deeper inside.

“God, you are so fucking tight.” He runs his hands up my sides as he thrusts slowly back and forth.

I move my hips along with his rhythm as I moan for him. “Can you climb ontop of me?” I say. “I want to feel your weight on me. I want to feel crushed by your power.”

“Definitely, princess.” He drops his weight down onto me.

I sink into the cushion of the examination table. I am completely bound by the brute force of his body. I escape into the feeling of dependence. He is in control and my body is no longer mine but a vessel for his pleasure. A mere toy to be used as he sees fit.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kt98yz/my_doctor_cures_my_female_hysteria_mf_huge_tits

3 comments

  1. This content is fiction. Female hysteria is no longer a recognized illness and was a demonstration of female oppression. This is based on a CNC style roleplay. All characters are consenting adults.

  2. Despite the mention of a vibrator, I was envisioning a late 19th/ early 20th century doctor because of the “diagnosis”.
    I’d like to know how the exam went. Was she cured??

  3. “My bear legs”
    Is it supposed to be bare? If not, then this is one of the most interesting zooohilia stories I’ve read in a while

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