“It’s a bit embarrassing, Doctor.”
“Well now, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m an experienced medical professional, I’ve heard pretty much everything over the years.”
She felt herself blushing. “I don’t – um – I can’t seem
to – to um – orgasm.”
The last word was basically a whisper and her face was scarlet now.
“I see. Well, that’s not that uncommon. When did it start?”
“Sorry, Doctor?”
“Your inability to come. How long has it been going on?”
His use of the word “come” shocked her. He was appraising her coolly, clinically. But they were talking about something so intimate and sexual.
“Um, since – well since forever, really.”
“Forever?” The Doctor frowned slightly. “You mean – you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I never have.”
He was a good looking guy, the Doctor. For an older man. Somehow that made saying this to him even more awkward. Bet he’s made plenty women cum over the years, she thought, and was shocked at herself.
“I see. So are you in a sexual relationship now?”
“I am yes. Well, I have a boyfriend. We’ve been together a year.”
“A year? And you’ve not come with him at all?”
“No.”
“I see. And apart from that, how is sex with him?”
“S- sorry?” She squeaked, burning up again.
“Look, if we are going to think about resolving this, we are going to have to have some frank conversations,” he said, looking mildly irritated. “Is he good in bed?”
“Um – yes? Well he tries to get me there….”
“What does he do to try?”
“Oh! Well. He touches me. He – um – gives me oral sex.” She felt mortified now, her voice again a whisper.
“So he rubs your pussy and goes down on you? Does he know where your clitoris is and how to stimulate it?”
GOD! She was stuttering now. “Erm, yes. Yes he does.”
“Try not to be embarrassed. It’s better if we use plain language when talking about these things. Do you masturbate? Or have you ever masturbated?”
Argh!!
“All the time. Well I try. But I never quite – finish.”
He paused now. Like he was thinking. Then he said: “I want you to undress and lie on the couch.”
“Wh-what?”
“Undress please. I want to examine you.”
This was not expected . WTF? What would an examination entail?!
She went behind the screen, removed her trousers and panties. She felt exposed, nervous.
He pulled back the screen. “Everything off, please.”
“Everything? You need to examine – everything?”
“Yes.” He closed the screen.
Feeling shy and awkward, she pulled off her t shirt and then her bra. Her nipples stiffened a little in the cold surgery.
He pulled back the screen. “Ah,” he said. “Very good.”
She lay on the sofa, nervous. “What does this examination entail, Doctor?”
“I am going to test your sexual response. I hope that is ok?”
Her head swimming – test her sexual response, WTF! – she nodded dumbly.
And then – OMG – his hands on her breasts. Stroking. Squeezing. Rolling her nipples between his fingers. Lightly squeezing and tugging them. Fuck, it felt good!
“How does that feel!”
“Um – it feels good, she panted. “Really … good.”
“Yes, so you clearly can feel sexual pleasure.” Now his mouth was on her neck, and then her nipples. She could not believe this was happening. The Doctor was sucking her tits! And he was so good at it. She wondered if he was hard. Probably not, he was just a medical professional after all.
And now his hand moved down her body, parting her legs, finding her pussy. She knew she was really wet. His mouth still on her tits, he opened her up expertly, his fingers taking the wetness from her pussy and rubbing it over her swollen clit.
“Ohhhhh!” she gasped aloud.
“So you really do feel sexual pleasure,” he said. His breathing did seem a bit shallow now.
He did what she did, what every man had, but so well. He rubbed in circles, adjusted his pace to her movements and breathing, sped up, inserted a finger while he rubbed her clit. And when she still didn’t cum from all his glorious fingering and rubbing, he went down between her legs, licking and sucking her clit, teasing her pussy in to ecstasy, but – still no orgasm.
She simply could not believe this was happening. She was so, so turned on, maybe because there was something wrong about this she was more turned in that she’d ever been. But she was still on the edge, still couldn’t cum.
He stopped. “Well,” he panted and she noticed his erection through his trousers as he got up, “I see what you mean. Most unusual.”
Seeing him hard, she felt emboldened. “Maybe it would help if I touched you, Doctor? Would that be ok?”
“Well. Perhaps..”
She unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers and pulled his boxers to the side, revealing a large, throbbing cock. She took it in her hand and his breathing was ragged now as she started to stroke it. Then she wrapped her lips around it and he was not so clinical now. He moaned aloud.
Then he said: “You dirty little slut. Sucking the Doctor’s cock. You love it don’t you, you filthy little bitch!”
She felt a flood of wetness and a surge in her groin. His fingers found her again now and her hips rose right up off the bed.
“Horny little slut,” he panted. “Coming in here getting me to rub you off. I knew you were a desperate, needy little whore the minute you walked in.”
Fuck, what was happening, what was the Doctor saying? Why did his fingers suddenly feel even better? She sucked his cock, wanking it into her mouth. Then she broke away.
“Please,” she begged. “Keep talking!”
He moaned as she started to jerk him faster.
“Filthy, filthy little bitch. You are such a bad girl. Such a needy horny little slut. Such a dirty – -ohhhh, you sexy little bitch….!”
His hand sped up between her legs as thick spurts of cum shot out of his throbbing cock, landing on her bare tits. She had never felt like this, the excitement in her tummy, her pussy throbbing, her whole body tingling…..
And POW! The orgasm hit her, she thrusted against his fingers, moaning with complete abandon now, it was so good, so fucking good, she was cumming, OMG, she was actually cumming……
“So there we have it,” he said as she lay there in bliss, naked. She had just cum in the doctor’s surgery. On his fingers. She felt she could go again, fuck the guy, ride his face, she felt dirty, sexy and liberated.
The Doctor was zipped up and had regained some
of his clinical composure. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried it before, or maybe you never met anyone very good at it. Dirty talk is what you need to get you off. You need to get your boyfriend to say the sort of things I just did. It might be that in time
You learn to come without it, but for now – you have to get him to talk dirty to push you over the edge.”
“I see,” she said, her body still coming down.
“And maybe do the same when you masturbate. Talk dirty to yourself. If you like, I can make you a recording? Now – get dressed, please, I have another appointment waiting.”
And he was gone. She dressed dumbly. She was definitely going to ask for that recording. But the memory of this alone felt like it might be enough.
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