Listening

[Miltone]

OOC: Dr. Konrad Binkenfelter is at the very peak of his profession. Arguably the most widely respected authority in the treatment of psychosexual disorders in the world, he has just returned to the U.S. from a triumphant book tour of England and Europe, promoting his latest treatise on Oedipal-Electra complexes. He relishes each triumph in rendering order out of the chaos of disturbed personalities through thorough analysis and more importantly proper treatment.

He is in his early 40s, tall and quite physically fit, with intense blue eyes and thinning sandy blond hair. He lives in a tastefully decorated penthouse apartment, drives an Audi A6 Salon, keeps a modest mountainside cabin in Aspen and an intimate Oceanside villa in Cobb’s Cove, possesses the strongest backhand shot at the local tennis club, sits on the Boards of Directors for the local symphony and art museum, and politely twists the arms of colleagues and acquaintances to contribute to his foundation, Patersma, which provides an educational outreach to the city’s poor.

If there is anything lacking in his life, it is a Mrs. Dr. Binkenfelter. Since his college days, the good Doctor has never had the time to commit to a full-time relationship even while he has been working so earnestly at saving those of others. Not that he hasn’t enjoyed a hearty affair or two along the way, but the demands of his practice and publishing ambitions always seem to get in the way of establishing a meaningful liaison.

Despite that—or perhaps because of it—as an attractive, successful, and available bachelor, the doctor’s is a familiar face at the most exclusive of high society charity balls, premieres at the Metro Opera, the best concerts and most popular public events and festivals, and courtside at the arena of the local NBA basketball team, escorting debutantes, fashion models, and inevitable la face du jour with affable and erudite aplomb.

However, the doctor is completely unaware that his orderly, enviable world is about to collide with that of an uncontrollable, unpredictable, and supernaturally sexy young patient.

You are all cordially invited to follow along as the sexy and delightful XTCNymphette and Yours Truly explore this encounter.

IC: Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph.D.

The unexpected heat of the morning made me glad that I had selected a lightweight Yves St. Laurent suit to wear to the office. The weather report predicted high temperatures all week, as it seems that Mother Nature decided to have summer commence a month early this year. As was typical at my long-established psychiatric practice, Miss Huffmeister, my constant and capable assistant, had arrived before me and laid out my schedule of appointments on the large mahogany desk. She was just stirring the cream into my coffee as I entered my office through the side door, as is my usual practice. She acknowledged my presence with a simple bow of her head as I set down my Louis Vitton briefcase on the credenza behind the desk.

“Good morning, Doctor,” she said, her faint German accent clipping at her words slightly. “I trust you had a good weekend?”

“Yes, very nice,” I replied, closing the door. “The performance of Rigoletto on Saturday evening was a simple joy to behold. But then there was a horrid draft near our table at Tous Chez afterwards which spoiled the entire evening.”

As I briefly looked in her direction, I thought there was a question forming in her icy blue eyes and perhaps a hint of a smile on her full red lips. She ran a hand through her pure blonde hair and smiled faintly as I pulled the chair out from the desk. Then she looked down and away and carefully set the coffee cup down on the wheat stone coaster.

Taking my seat in the wine-colored leather chair, I took my usual survey of the room, while Miss Huffmeister went to pull the patient files. The cleaning people came in on Saturday afternoons and always put something out of place. My eyes grazed over every detail of the office, richly decorated in the art moderne style that I adored. The smooth curving shapes, the booked mahogany veneers, the carved brass fixtures all signified class and elegance, and set forth a peaceful atmosphere that never failed to relax my patients. I noticed that the books were all carefully arranged in even rows on the shelves; the Remington Bronzes had been dusted and were still set at the precise angle to best reveal their detail from the overhead recessed lighting; my framed diplomas and numerous professional organization award certificates and citations were all in order. Yet, something was amiss, and I searched for the cause, finding it a second later when I discovered that the rare Degas watercolor was canted at an inappropriate angle. I got up immediately and hurried over to straighten the picture.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” Miss Huffmeister said apologetically. “I should have seen that and straightened it for you.”

“That’s quite all right,” I replied, shooting a stern but sympathetic look her way, as I returned to my chair. “It’s not your fault that the maids have no eye for perfection.”

Taking a sip of the Jamaican coffee that was the only pleasure I allowed myself in the morning, I gazed at the appointment list.

“Who is this 10 o’clock appointment, Miss Huffmeister?” I asked. “I don’t recognize the name.”

“Miss Fountaine is a referral from Dr. Portnoy’s office,” she responded efficiently from memory.

“Another referral from there?” I huffed loudly, not surprised to hear. This was the third or fourth one in the last few months. “What does that quack do over there anyway?”

“Obviously not anything significant with their patients,” she replied, bringing over a modest armload of folders for my review. “Will there be anything else, Dr. Binkenfelter?”

“Just a few minutes to review my notes,” I said taking the top folder in hand. “Since Mr. Mendoza is my first patient this morning, please put on some Chopin. That always seems to have a beneficial effect on him.”

“Very well, Doctor,” Miss Huffmeister replied, turning quickly and moving silently toward the door. “The Etudes?”

“Yes. Very good suggestion.”

As she moved toward the door, for some reason, I noticed that she was wearing a skirt somewhat shorter than normal, this one showing nearly all of her calf. The dark-blue skirted suit did appear to have the well-pressed look of new clothing and was finely tailored to her trim but womanly frame. Perhaps she had done some shopping over the weekend. Then I turned back to the folders and the day’s appointments. Mr. Mendoza was due at nine and this new one, Miss Fountaine, at ten. To my surprise, there was only the most vague set of notes and precious little patient history in her folder, a highly unprofessional presentation, but typical of my less competent colleagues.

What was included in the folder seemed contradictory and confusing, which made me wonder all the more what Portnoy had been up to regarding analysis and treatment. “Intense shyness … intoxicating attractiveness … reluctance to reveal internal feelings and thoughts … compulsive sexual behavior … child-like innocent behavior … astounding and unexplainable sexual history and prowess …”

There was a photo included, which I pulled out and examined carefully. A strikingly attractive young woman no doubt. Mid-twenties perhaps, lovely pure blonde hair, pert nose, big blue eyes—or were they green—and a lovely full mouth with just a slight pout and provocative overbite. Narrow, petite shoulders and, despite the crop of the photo, what appeared to be a luscious pair of breasts captured in a stylish strappy top that young women seemed to prefer these days. I sighed. There is no mystery to sexuality now, instead of dressing themselves these days, young women seem to prefer to undress themselves. But upon examining Miss Fontaine’s photo more closely, I came to agree wholeheartedly with Portnoy’s “intoxicating attractiveness” comment. Miss Fountaine was obviously possessed of a rare and exotic beauty that seemed to reach out from the glossy photo and captivate the viewer.

I was startled when Miss Huffmeister suddenly signaled me through the intercom that Mr. Mendoza had arrived. I slipped the photo and sketchy notes back into the folder and pulled Mr. Mendoza’s to the fore. But even as I prepared for him, my mind lingered for a moment on Miss Fountaine. There was a faint sense of eager anticipation brewing inside me that gave me cause to smile. I hadn’t looked forward to meeting a new patient in a very long time.

 

[xtcnymphette]

It was about 6am when I woke. A day off I thought punctuated by a brief visits to a doctor. A low groan erupted beside me. The voice of a the man I had spent last evening with still deep in sleep, exhausted and unlikely too stir completely for some time. It was becoming a more regular occurence, I would choose fit sexually athletic men to take home and I enjoyed teasing them and fucking them all night long but come morning they lay spent and exhausted. I reached down to touch his spent cock and fondled it tenderly until it began to firm in my hand. He was a big boy even semi firm like this. As I stroked him I was aware that I had already begun to finger my moist labia. I recalled how I had met him as a client of the PR company that I worked for. His business wasnt such a large one and I usually only had sex with big clients but he seemed to fall into the pleasure category rather than business. I glanced at the wedding ring on his finger. He would have some explaining to do when he got home I mused.

It had started relatively innocently he had given me a lift home after a business meeting. Throughout the meeting he had stared down my pink low cut halter top and on several occasions I caught him oggling the possibility of peeking at my hot pink panties as I uncrossed and crossed my legs in the hot pink mini skirt I wore. I was use to men scanning me. I was use to flirting and I dressed to encourage my clients to associate me with what I was selling which was public relations skills. In the car I must have inadvertantly been selling my pussy because by the tiem we reached my apartment I noticed him looking avidly at it. My short skirt had ridded up revaling my hot pink silk V-string panties. His own lap sported a sizeable erection straining at the seams of the pants he wore.

I was horny as hell anyway, I always am. I leaned across and whispered into his ear as I touched his hard on lightly through his pants.


"Do you want to come inside for a drink." I purred in his ear.

He wasted no time in following me to my apartment and within a few moments of closing the door his fingers explored my dampening panties and his kisses covered me in an excited frenzy of exploration. I tingled with excitement as I found how large he was and how much larger he became as I stroked him eagerly. I quickly peeled off my halter and he unfastened my bra as I shimied free of the tight skirt.

"Mmmmm your such a big boy do you want to fuck my hot little pussy darling?"
I guided his thick cock to my panties and rubbed the thickening tip against the soft shiny surface of my panties as he moaned helplessly. The moisture filled my panties and his thick head teased the excited folds of my pussy beneath and I tingled as I pulled it across my swelling clit. We both wanted it badly, I fell backwards against the arm of a chair and spread my legs as he parted my panties and slid his thick cock inside me. I screamed in delight as the thick hard cock entered me splitting my labia stretching my pussy as it pushed urgently inside me deeper and deeper until he reached the hilt and his swollen balls met my ass cheeks. I orgasm easily and often and with a sizeable cock inside me intensely. He thumped into me conscious that I was enjoying his phyiscal stature and each time I came he shifted my legs around like I was a rag doll and entered be differently and hard but varying his pace.

I encouraged him to fuck me from behind until I came once more then helped him to slide out of me so I could take him into the bedroom. From there I sucked him until he was at the point of explosion then rode him until he exploded in me the first time. The rest of the evening was filled with sex. I teased him and kept him hard for hours he fucked and licked at me through a succession of orgasms and he came in me until there was no jism left in his lovely tool and maybe around 4am we both collapsed exhausted.

He was still asleep but his cock was firm enough and I slid down beneath the sheets and kissed the sticky tip. It tasted of my own juices the remnants of his own ejaculations. His cock was fully hard noow although he himself was comotose. I wrigled myself on top of him and straddled him guiding his delicious cock inside me. " MMmm Yummmy" I squeelaed as I bounced on him and felt my pussy dribble juice down his thick shaft as I lifted off it. He moaned in his sleep as my pussy clamped tightly around his cock I felt my own orgasm erupt deep in me and his followed in rapid succession. It was like my pussy sucked him into me he moaned involuntarily and as I came violently I shivered and felt his hugeness erupt inside me and my tight pussy envelop each spurt. I felt almost as if his endorphins energised mine and the pleasure was instense beyond imagination. I shuddered ecitedly as my orgasms crashed over me like waves and I collapsed with his cock buried inside me ontop of him and kissed his almost lifeless lips and waited for our mutual pleasure to abate and the throbbing that filled my pussy to cease.

I leapt out of bed and showered and dressed putting on my favourite sexy bikini purple silk bikini panties and matching halter bra that cupped my breasts lifting them and presseing them into an eye catching cleavage. I slid on an exquiistely cute and short designer label purple dress over my underwear and smoothed the hem down over the the panties covering them enough for some modesty. I finished my makeup and left a note for James ( the man in the bed) kissed him sweetly as I left and placed the sopping wet panties that I had worn while fucking him in his suit pocket. I loved to leave reminders. I caught a cab to the doctors office and entered it feeling a little bit nervous. My last encounter with a sexual therapist had led only to extreme sex with him rather than any understanding as to why I seemed to need so much sex so often. As enjoyable as seducing a therapist was I certainly didn't need my therapist to join the throngs of men that I invited to have sex with me. Still there comes a point in sexual relations where you can get bored with sex and you crave the adventure of seduction or the pleasure of extreme sex becomes almost a sport. So it seems it had become with me.

So it was with some trepidation and a little excitement that I entered the plush medical suites. The pretty blond receptionist asked me to wait in the waiting room which was impressively stylish and well apointed with classical music playing probably to relax clients. The doctor was obviously wealthy and successful. Successful men make good fucks" I thought they often neglect that part of their lives and when they get it they enjoy it and the power of their position makes them confident lovers most often. I picked up a Vogue to read and sat back waiting for the apointment crossing my legs. The noticed the receptionist looking at my short dress rise up and my legs disapprovingly . I was use to jealous women.

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph.D.

Mr. Mendoza was a decidedly compulsive personality with this annoying habit of repeating even the most menial manual task exactly three times. This behavior had spilled over into his sexual life, which forestalled a satisfying or even adequate sexual performance and exacerbating his wife’s extreme frustration. I had to admit in a moment of unprofessionalism that the image of Mr. Mendoza taking off his Fruit-of-the-loom briefs three times or unclasping his wife’s bra three times, was humorous and could certainly diminish even the mostly lively sexual ardor.

I had long ago determined that he used this behavior as a withdrawing mechanism, but also discovered that his underlying conflict was so deeply repressed that several years of intense analysis and therapy had brought him very little further than when he had walked through my door—three times of course—on the first day. Yet his wealthy and long-suffering wife insisted upon continuing our sessions hoping against hope that we would eventually draw out the reason and construct an effective treatment plan that would enable him to function in the bedroom sufficiently enough to spawn an heir. Thankfully his repetitive behavior was confined to manual tasks, for if they had extended to his speech our sessions, lucrative as they were, would have been unbearable.

But as I talked with him, my part in asking questions and taking notes, and his part in constructing long, rambling and occasionally fanciful answers, I could not help but think of this new patient who would be arriving shortly, this Miss Fountaine. Her photo danced in my mind and I found myself speculating as to what the rest of her looked like. Fortunately Mr. Mendoza was so consumed by fabricating an extended version of his weekend getaway to the Mountains that he wasn’t the slightest aware of my little daydream. However, he was a bit surprised when the session was over and I eagerly hastened him to the door.

“Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mendoza but I have an important phone call to make before my next appointment. I hope you can forgive my rush.”

“I don’t mind, Doctor. I’m used to it.”

After I watched Mr. Mendoza exit through the door precisely three times, I immediately my colleague, Dr. Portnoy, who had referred Miss Fountaine to me. I wanted to hear directly from him and hoped to obtain some additional background beyond the basic history provided by his office.

“Oh, Konrad,” he had laughed nervously. “You will have your hands full with this one.”

“How so, Simon?”

“Simply put … the girl is a sexual predator. She is irresistible, and once you have the notion in your mind of possessing her sexually, you can never get rid of it.”

“Simon, you sound as if you know of this first hand,” I remarked.

“Well, not at first, but with each visit the urge to be with her increased to the point of obsession,” Portnoy revealed. “She is an astonishing looking young woman. Her mode of dress and behavior is bewitching and prurient. Eventually when I succumbed to her entreaties, I knew that you were the only one who could help her, since you are so far beyond exhibiting sexual interest in anyone, much less such a ravishing creature.”

“Are you saying that you actually had sexual relations with her, Simon?” I asked, ignoring his pointedly personal remark. The thought that he would violate the sacred patient-doctor relationship sent a frigid shiver down my spine.

“I couldn’t help it,” Portnoy replied. “Each time I would see her, the attraction doubled … tripled … it was uncontrollable. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And listening to her describe her latest conquests only made it worse. Why, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that she had put a spell on me. Finally, I couldn’t resist her any longer … and it was the most spectacular sex that I have ever had!”

I wasn’t surprised by his admission. I had known Simon Portnoy for many years and found him a likeable and capable enough doctor, but also weak and lacking in self-control and more suited for helping patients with minor neuroses or slight obsessive-compulsive behavior. Apparently his lack of self-discipline had completely ruptured his professional decorum.

“You aren’t going to report me, are you?” Portnoy asked contritely, a tinge of regret in his voice. “I didn’t charge her for any sessions after we … we uh … um … had relations.”

“Are you still seeing her?” I asked.

“No, oh no … not in a month. I became deathly afraid that Lois might find out and she would take me to the cleaners, if you know what I mean.”

“I know, Simon. I know.”

After I rang off from Portnoy, I glanced again at Miss Fountaine’s photo. She was a truly enchanting sight to behold. But there was an innocence about her looks which made me think that Portnoy’s middle-aged crush was more of his own doing than hers. Yet there was something in the tone of Portnoy’s voice that rang in my ear, like a sense of pain and frailty and submission that made me pity him in a way. I began to relish the opportunity to meet Miss Fountaine and work with her. Perhaps for a change this woman would pose a challenge to me, something that my typical upscale clientele with their sexual frigidities and their premature ejaculation obsessions and incestual fixations and their penis envies could never provide.

I felt a sense of great excitement and anticipation when Miss Huffmeister paged me to say that Miss Fountaine had arrived. Knowing that her first impression would be critical in gaining her confidence, I took a deep breath and tried to relax, hoping that my appearance would be entirely professional. I was a cool, calm professional, and just the man to help her with whatever sort of psychosexual problem might be plaguing her.

“Miss Huffmeister,” I called out on the pager. “Could you show Miss Fountaine in now?”

I stood up from my desk and walked around preparing to meet and greet her. Miss Huffmeister opened the door and gave me a smile, a most unusual display of warmth on her part.

“Dr. Binkenfelter, this is Miss Fountaine,” said Miss Huffmeister.

Then she walked in and my entire day shifted around on its hinges. A shimmering vision dressed in a seductive shade of purple, Miss Fountaine, strolled into my office with a sure air of confidence. A sweet intoxicating fragrance accompanied her.

“Miss Fountaine, how very nice to meet you,” I said with a smile, extending my hand to her.

“Nice to meet you too, Doctor,” she replied, her large pale blue eyes batting alluringly.

Miss Fountaine took my hand in hers politely and quite feminine. Her hand was warm and soft and tiny in comparison to mine. But most of all, the smile that accompanied her greeting was incandescent and seemed to brighten the entire room. Miss Huffmeister excused herself quietly and I waved my arm to invite Miss Fountaine into my office.

“Welcome to my little sanctuary. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She looked around the room carefully examining the furnishings and taking in the artwork that I had on display. There were several soft leather chairs placed around the room in different settings, and of course the obligatory leather couch. I was curious as to which she might choose and was not surprised when she picked out a pair of wing-backed chairs that were arranged with a small table over by the window.

“Your office is beautiful, Doctor,” Miss Fountaine commented, as she seated herself.

I reached for my leather bound notepad and quickly sat in the chair beside her. As she sank into the sumptuous leather chair, she crossed her legs and arranged the skirt of her dress. What a sexy pair of legs they were, long and shapely and enticingly revealed by the naughtily short hem of her dress. From there, my eyes swept up her body, taking in every detail, the flare of her hips, the tuck of her waist, the firm proud curves of her breasts, all sheathed in a finely tailored purple dress that framed her physical features perfectly. Every part of her was exquisitely formed, as if chiseled from the imagination of the Great Masters. But she was no breath taking but lifeless marble statue, and the glow of her dewy skin, the gorgeous warmth of her smile, and the brilliance of her eyes were emphatic proof.

“So, Miss Fountaine, since this is our first session, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself and why you have sought out my services?”

I sat back in my chair and watched her carefully. I could not help but feel a sense of fascination about her. And there was something else, something that burbled deep inside me, something that sent tingling pinpricks of energy through my body. I had met with hundreds of patients but none had produced this exact sensation before. I anxiously awaited her reply …

 

[xtcnymphette]

I crossed my legs and felt the good doctors eyes scanning them as the dangerously short hem rode up.

" Well to be perfectly frank I want to see you beacause I think Im a nymphomaniac, if such a thing exists. You see I have sex so frequently, so intensley and with so many men that I'm wsorried about whether it's... you know normal or healthy."

"Hmmmm Miss Fountaine, nymphomania is just a mysoginistic myth. Most of us find that we can only have uas much sex as is available to us or as to not make us sore or exhausted. Why do you think that you have more than anyone else. I know you are particularly attractive and wouldn't find it hard to find partners but why do you think its a problem? And also can you tell me are you satisfied by your partners? Do you reach orgasm?"


"Call me Felicity, I prefer it! Well thats a reassuring statement that I've heard and read before but the truth is that I orgasm easily and frequently almost to the point where my body is flooded with endorphins and each climax makes me more and more excited. And no I dont get sore at all normally its the guys that are exhausted long before I get tired. I seem to get more excited and when he cums in me it's almost like I am recharded by it. It's hard to explain. I actually feel unbelievably alive after it."


The doctor was madly taking notes and I could see every few moments he would look up and look at my legs, scan up to my low cut top and then sigh and look at his notebook. I couldn't see from where i was sitting but I imagined he was getting a little horny. he certainly had the tell tale signs of discomfort a man has when he starts getting hard and wants to conceal it. Damn! I've told this story so many times now I had hoped this therapist could help me cope with it. Anyway he was cute I thought and lately the challenge of seduction seemed to be making my lust for new partners even more exciting.

" That's very interesting ... Felicity. so let's go through a typical day, lets say yesterday for you so I can get an idea about what you mean by frequency and intensity."

I uncrossed my legs and leaned back sinking a little in the nice leather and feeling the coolness of it against my bare legs. his eyes travelled up my legs oncemore and rested on the hem which threatened to reval a hint of panty. I opened them slightly and imagined that from where he was sitting he had caught sight of them. I loved to tease men. I felt the rush of pleasure that accompanied flirting the power of the attention.

" Hmmm I guess yesterday was pretty typical. Well I woke up with My most recent boyfriend James. He's very athletic and areally hot lover and we had made love for about four hours the night before. I surprised him in his sleep by slipping under the covers and taking his flacid penis... his cock into my mouth. I love th feeling of it growing and as i ran my fingernails across his balls and sucked it he got very hard, very quickly! He moaned but was still asleep. he sleeps very soundly after we fuck. Anyaway I felt myself getting wet and so I climbed on top of him, straddled him and guided his cock into my pussy. he awoke by the time I had him deep inside me and grabbed my hips as i slid up and down on him slowly. I could feel my pussy dribbling down his thick shaft and I started to tingle. he reached his hand down and teased my clit and almost a millisecond after that I came and then came again and again. His big cock inside me and the masturbation sent me into a frenzy. I bounced on him and screamed and he thrust up at me and we belted at each other really urgently. I felt his cock swell and my pussy contract and I remember screaming Cum in me! repeatedly because he was moaning looudly Oh yeah and then he exploded in me and I felt unbelivably good, akake and alive. It felt like my pussy was sucking all the energy out of him. I rocked on him and then leant forward and kissed him longingly. he a great kisser I love kissing him. Anyway that was how I woke up and we kind of played around in the shower togther and then we both went to work.

I had a meeting at 9am with my boss. I have had an affair with him. He is a married guy with a family and things and we got pretty hot and heavy for a while then cooled things down. Any way we hadn';t , you know done anything for about six months and we tried to avoid being alone together but I had a performance planning session with him and whilst we kept that pretty businesslike we were alone in his office which is isolated from the rest of the staff and quite private. Anyway I could tell he was looking at me and I was still kind of horny from my afterplay with James so I knd of flirted with him."

" What do you mean 'kind of flirted'?" he asked as I crossed my legs again,

" Well I dont really have to flirt guys just look at me... like you're looking at me and I like that I find it reassuring i like the idea that men want me. Well I dont really flirt I just ask them if they want to you know... have sex with me. And with him I didnt even ask i just got out of my seat and sat on his lap and kissed him. he automatically slid his hand inside my blouse and fondled my tits and I just wriggled on his lap until his cock was jumping out of his pants then I just bent over his desk and he slid my panties aside, I love doing that, and he slid his cock inside me and I came a minute or two after he pushed into me. I was so wet so horny. men must like me cumming because it seems to make them fuck more intensley. It must make them feel they are pleasing me. Well it does really! But waht pleases me more is that I cum so much that the spaces between orgasms slide into one long shivering screaming orgasm. That was what happened with my boss and when he finally came in me from behind I felt even more energised."

"So you are telling me that this is about 10am in your day?"

I could feel his eyes now resting on my breasts. The push up bra I wore and the low cut top made a feast of cleavage for the male onlooker. I was conscious that all the talk about sex had made my nipples firm and show an outline through the thin bra and dress fabric. I also felt wet again and had an urge to touch myself.

" yes that's right ten am. Well After I left him I went to my office made afew calls, did emails etc and then went to a business meeting with a new client for lunch. The meeting was quite informal and we had the deal signed in almost half an hour but the lunch went on for quite a time. He was a sweet and athletic man and I was quite turned on by him. Even though I knew he was married by the wedding ring he wore. We got on pretty well and by the time we finished lunch, it was around 2pm So I rang work and said I'd go home and finsih the paperwork and drop them in in the morning. I had caught a cab to the meeting and the client offered me a lift home. Well, in the car I could tell he was horny as hell by the huge lump in his pants and so I invited him in for a drink and we made love all afternoon and half the night as well. he was very good and quite yoiu know BIG! And that's who I woke up with this morning before I came here.

I had sex with him about an hour ago. So thats a typical day for me I guess these days. What do you think? Am I a hopeless sex addict? or are you just thinking you'd like to fuck me too? I am kind of horny from telling you all this and I wouldnt blame you for being excited by it too. Are you horny?"

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

“Well, of course I am most assuredly not horny, as you put it, Miss Fount—er, Felicity,” I began, having to clear my throat the lump that formed from the surprise I felt with her comment. I might have thought it was deliberate, but there was a naive almost child-like quality about Felicity that made me question that inference. “Let me assure you that I am a professional and quite used to listening to people describe intimate details of their sexual experiences without becoming aroused in the process.” I was certain that I was every bit the picture of a professional doctor and yet was feeling a decided warmth under the collar, though I attributed that to the unusually warm weather.

“I’m so glad, Doctor, because I would simply hate myself if our doctor-patient relationship became anything but completely professional,” Felicity replied, uncrossing legs again. In a very innocuous and candid way, she parted her legs and flashed another glimpse of her purple panties. They appeared to be silk and sheer and quite brief. “My last doctor was very quick to lose his professional demeanor, although I must admit he was a rather impressive lover despite his um, short stature.” Her last comment was punctuated by the sweetest, sexiest laugh. I chuckled inadvertantly. Simon Portnoy was a short man but perhaps he was short in another regard as well.

“I feel like I should apologize on behalf of my profession. Becoming involved with a patient in this highly sensitive and complex arena of sexuality is a terrible affront to those of us who are trying so hard to help our patients. You can rest assured that I have absolutely no interest in having relations with you, Felicity.”

She flashed a faint smile that almost matched the disappointment I read in her eyes. As I looked her over again, trying to read her body language, there was nothing that my colleague Dr. Portnoy could have told me that would have prepared me for Miss Fountaine, er, Felicity … Felicity Fountaine, such lovely alliteration in a name! From the way her clothes seemed little more that a second skin, to the way she toyed with an errant lock of her lustrous blonde hair, to the way she crossed and uncrossed her long shapely legs, to the way she told her story in her delightful Australian accent, her voice bright and innocent yet laden with a deep current of sensuality, Felicity was a complete package of seduction. It was quite simple to see why Simon Portnoy had succumbed to her womanly wiles. At the same time, I admired her refreshing straightforwardness, her openness, and her seeming honesty, and I was fascinated by the content of her story and her attention to detail.

“You can count on my remaining professionally detached as we work together on what bothers you, Felicity.”

My words of reassurance seemed to have a calming effect on her, and she relaxed in the comfort of the plush leather chair. She sipped from the glass of iced water with lemon twist. Even such an innocent move was achieved with a caressingly stimulating aplomb.

“I’m so grateful, Doctor. I really need someone to talk to, someone to help me understand why there is something so different about me.”

“What makes you feel that you are different, Felicity?”

“One of my first boyfriends used to joke around and say that I had the sex drive of a thirteen year old boy whose hormones were raging incessantly. I just seem to need sex all the time, several times a day.”

“What if you don’t have sex in a day or two? Does that have any effect on you?”

“Doctor, sex is for me like apples are to health. I need it every day.”

“But at some point once you came of age, you must have gone without, perhaps during an illness or confronted with a lack of opportunity.”

“I never go without, Doctor. There always seems to be a man or woman around who can bring me to orgasm.”

“A woman?”

“On occasion, yes a few times. And if I’m entirely alone there is an old standby,” Felicity said with decided sigh. Without another thought, she touched herself. I saw it, her hand, as if part of our conversation, dipping down between her legs and rubbing lightly against the mound of her sex. Her body tensed up for a moment as her fingertip glided through the damp silk covering.

“Um, yes. I see,” I said upon clearing my throat again. I could have sworn that I saw the tip of her finger disappear into the folds of purple silk between her lovely thighs.

“So do you think that you can help me, Doctor?”

“Well, we are very early in this—our first session after all—but, yes, I don’t see anything that would make me think otherwise,” I answered emphatically.

Apparently she became aware that I had observed the course of her finger running up and down along the slit of her sex. She smiled softly and her gaze dropped down.

“Sorry, Dr. Binkenfelter. Sometimes I just can’t help it.”

“That’s all right,” I said, shifting my position in the chair. The warmth that I felt under the collar had spread down into my chest. Underneath my lightweight suit jacket I felt my shirt begin to stick to my skin. “I want you to feel at ease here as we talk, so feel free to express yourself in whatever way suits your comfort.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Felicity replied. Her big blue eyes rose up to meet mine. They were captivating orbs of enchantment, the clearest, lightest entrancing eyes I had ever seen. I was also aware that her hand had now moved up over her body and grazed over her breast squeezing it firmly, almost lifting her perfectly rounded flesh out from her dress before letting go and running her palm up over her chest and neck. She spread her fingers and combed them through her silky hair brushing it back from her face and over her shoulder.

“You made mention in your various relationships that you feel energized and recharged by the act of sex and your partners become exhausted. Is this a consistent observation?”

“Oh, yes, Doctor,” Felicity said excitedly. “I feel so revitalized by the experience, especially if the man is an active lover and stimulates every part of my body. Sometimes even a long deep massage will do it. I’ve embarrassed more than one masseur.” She giggled and her cheeks immediately blushed.

“I’m curious also about your having relations with your employer and clients,” I said, glancing down at my copious notes. “Aren’t you afraid of compromising your ethics?”

“I’ve thought about that, but I have no problem keeping the sex completely separate from the work. Once we are finished I am so animated that I can jump right back into work without a problem. Of course it can sometimes be a major concern for guy. They sometimes don’t know when to stop and often want to continue to fuck me, even if they have already cum several times.”

“As you are obviously aware, it’s quite common for women to have multiple orgasms and continue sexual activity after a brief rest, but much rarer for men to go more than two or three times without considerable recuperation. Does that happen often?”

“Quite often, Doctor. It’s almost like once they have me, once they kiss my lips ... or suckle my tits ... or especially taste my pussy ... that they can’t stop ... that they don’t want to stop.” As Felicity spoke she ran her slender fingers over the body part she was naming, over her red pouty lips, down around her pert firm breasts, then down again between her legs. She drew her fingers down over the thin panel of silk that barely covered the folds of her sex, a fingertip circling her clit. She squirmed in the chair, the course of our conversation apparently having an arousing effect on her. Her lips were glazed over with a luscious sheen of moisture, her nipples were jutting out provacatively, and her fingers danced lazily up and down the damp scrap of purple silk. I could detect a rising level of animation in her eyes.

I had to admit to myself my own escalating level of arousal. The growing warmth in my body had spread down through my torso and into the trunk of my body. There was a strange feeling brewing inside me, an electric tingling in my loins and thighs and a most unexpected and unprofessional erection. I recalled my time-tested relaxation techniques and put them to use. I took a long deep breath but the tingling was unrelenting. Mind over matter, Binkenfelter, I told myself, trying to suppress the prickling sensation trickling through my veins. You are a professional, a trusted member of the mental health community. You can handle this! I straightened myself in the chair and flipped over to a clean sheet of notepaper. I cleared my throat and painted a calm collected expression on my face.

“Perhaps you could tell me about your first sexual experience, Felicity,” I suggested, hoping that a more traditional direct line of questioning might pull me back into a proficient posture.

“My first time … let’s see … I was really very young at the time …”

 

[xtcnymphette]

Felicity's first time

" You know what they say, there's a first time for everything. My first time's happened gradually though. I matured early and guys seemed to be attracted to me and I nejoyed the attention. I started dating and naturally guys would try to feel me up and there was a time of experimentation personally too. I remmber the first time I masturbated I was on a swing at a playground so I must have felt the sensation and continued from there but in my adolescence I never let guys touch me. I had a catholic girls school education and thought it was a sin masturbating let alone with a boy. I enjoyed kissing lots though and I would indulkge in long breathless sessions with a succession of boys who would inevitably try to feel me up. You know touch my breasts."

I felt the overwhelming urge to demonstrate and began caressing my breast with one habd almost absently. The nipple stiffened and th eoutline could clearly be seen through the soft purple fabric.

" Anyway as I was trained to do I pushed their hands away and continued kissing. When I think of it now the guys must have been crippled with lust when they went home. Some may have even cum in their pants. It wasn't until i started dating an older guy. He was a jock, a really good athlete and I was so turned on by him that I let him touch me not just my boobs but you know beneath my skirt.
He spent hours masturabating me. I was so wet my panties were soaked through and he made me cum over and over again. It was then I realised how easily and frequently I orgasm and how much I wanted more as the intensity increased.

Well sadly he wasn't the one to pop my cherry, but I did learn how to touch men with him. He was so big and I can remember being completely entranced with his cock and really enjoying the feeling of it hardening in my hand. I got really good at jacking him off. he was also the fiurst guy to go down on me and almost the moment he tasted me I came gloriously and he seemed more excited than ever. I learned how to give head with him. I found it unbelievably easy to bring him off. It was like I already knew how to do it. How to tease him until he ached. how to flicker my tongue around the tip and how to suck until he came. I loved the spurt of cum and loved swallowing it too and feeling fis cock throb between my lips and hands.

I kind of got by without having penetrative sex for quite sometime because most guys were happy that they could touch me and that I could give the best head job they had ever had. Strange how you think when you are young I use to see how quickly I could bring a guy off from first kiss to ejaculation. I could do it in under five minutes sometimes. These days i try to make them last as long as possible.

The penetrative sex happened quite magically with a guy I was at work with. he was quite a bit older actually. I'd been with him for quite sometime and one evening he took me out for a romantic dinner for two and took me home. I remember I was wearing a very short dress and hot pink panties and bra and when we drove home he was already making me wet as we drove and I fondled his cock too. We got hot and heavy in the car kissing goodnight. To be honest the champaigne cocktails had made me quite tipsy and rather than just the usual kiss goodnight I invited him up to my apartment.

When we got there we resumed kissing again and I was unbelievably wet and he masturbated me repeatedly for about half an hour until I was shivering with desire. I just kept cumming and cumming and he wouldn't let me touch him. Then he went down on me and slid his tongue around my squirting pussy for a nother long sexy period of time. I was so soaked in endorphins, so over come with pleasure that when he came up behind me with his cock out and pressed it against me I came so wildly that I ground against him. I remember he tried to pull my panties off, he was caressing my tit, pressing behind me and kissing my ear and neck and I remember saying ' No keep my panties on.

'He just groaned ' Oh yeah baby.' in my ear and started masturbating me through the front of them and then just as I came I remember he slid my panties aside and I felt his huge cock part my labia and the thick head enter me. I was cumming at the time and I felt myself involuntarily push back which forced his cock deeper into me. I felt a shot of pain as my hymen broke and then the sensation of his cock inside me was like a revelation. I came like I had never cum before, so intensely that I must have screamed ther house down. Then again, and again! each orgasm getting more and more exciting we moved around the lounge room and the bathroom and the bedroom and fucked on every surface in the house from every angle, ending up with me riding him on my bed.

As I rode faster, I felt his cock swelling, I mean he was a big man and he had swollen so much since we started I was surprised it went in to my tight little pussy but oh my when his cock began to throb inside me I was frantic with pleasure and when he came I felt a rush of adrenelin and endorphins like I was having my battery charged. I felt so alive so compl;etely hot and glowing with energy. His cock pumped into me and I felt as if my pussy sucked him into me as deep as it could go and every throb of his cock was matched by a series of shivering trembling spapsms from my pussy that almost vibrated around his cock as it sucked him deep inside me.

I had to have that feeling again. I guess I fucked him for days until he was exhausted And that was how it began since then I have had to have it every day and frequently too. I still love doing it with my panties on too!"

I laughed and looked at the Doctor who looked a little flushed with excitement. I could tell he was distracted because he tried to look at his notebook but his eyes were trained on my hand which had absently slid beneath my hem and massaged my pretty purple panties. I smiled at him as the tingles spread and I began to shiver.

" Mmmmmm sorry I just got a little excited, you understand dont you?"

I looked at him wondering whther the hot talk and the sight of me touching myself as I talked was affecting him. I could see the warm glow of desire in his eyes. This guy is a professional I thought. That made him even more of a challenge. I love challenges. I smiled at him again.

" So now you know about that first time. I have other first times you know my first anal sex, my first threesome, my first woman. I guess that's the significant one though dont you think?"

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

“Yes, a female’s first time is typically the most significant first,” I said absently, a gathering sense of awe resounding through my body. Was it her tales of sexual splendor and delight that intrigued me, or was it the way that her hand illustrated her action and responses? Throughout her recitation, I had made notes, I had jotted down observations, I had added prompts for subsequent research, but all of that couldn’t contain the sheer excitement and agitated animation that I felt inside.

Her story was giving me cause for wonder. In cases of sexual egress that I had encountered, there was usually a ready-made physical or psychological reason for such behavior, which typically was considered aberrant by the patient or their family or friends or coworkers and complicated their living or working situation. Underneath their sexual dysfunction typically rested some psychological problem that had to be diagnosed and treated. Yet there seemed to be none of this with Felicity. Her reason for coming to me was simply to achieve an understanding of what made her so different from other women. And different she certainly was.

There were fantasies and legends and examples in art and literature throughout history of similar women, but this was no mere legendary visage, mythical feminine ideal, sexual goddess enchantress, this was a living breathing woman and her presence in my office was forcing me to fend off the most relentlessly base urges. I summoned my professional strength to the fore, armed myself with a ream of additional questions, and was about to ask the first when Miss Huffmeister buzzed through on the intercom. I pressed the button to acknowledge her.

“Excuse me, Doctor, but Mr. Wilson is waiting for you. It’s already ten after the hour.”

“Has the time gone so quickly?” I said partly to myself, although Felicity’s grin let me know that she had heard me. I cleared my throat and pressed the send button on the intercom. “Miss Huffmeister, please tell Mr. Wilson that I’ll be with him presently.”

“Very well, Doctor,” Miss Huffmeister replied in her most officious manner.

I turned back to Felicity.

“I’m sorry, but our time has apparently run over,” I began. Felicity straightened herself in the chair, arranging her clothes. “I have found this a most interesting session and I hope that it has been for you as well. Shall we make an appointment for a second session? Let’s say, same time, next week?”

Miss Fountaine nodded in agreement and I escorted her to the side door.

“Doctor,” Felicity said softly, looking up at me with her big beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help me. I hope that you can help me understand my true nature.”

“I look forward to it, Miss Fount—er, Felicity. Very much.”

She smiled and leaned toward me and for a moment I had the vague feeling that she was going to kiss me, but instead I realized that she had simply extended her soft little hand. I took her hand in mine and shook it tenderly. I could sense a warmth radiating from her as if there was an aura extending around her that magnetically almost hypnotically was pulling me toward her. It took every bit of my strength to retain my calm professional demeanor.

“Good bye, Doctor.”

“Um, good bye, Felicity.”

And then she was gone, having turned and started to stroll toward the elevator. Normally I would have let the door swing shut immediately, but this time I watched as she sauntered along the hall, her heels clicking against the warm rich marble floor, her blonde hair swishing about her head, her divine little ass swaying back and forth beneath the short hem of her sexy little purple dress. I shook my head and closed the door. I hurried to my restroom and splashed some cool water on my face. When I looked up in the mirror, I could see the evidence of arousal in my reddened cheeks and felt a throbbing throughout my body.

I had worked with and treated many beautiful women in the course of developing my practice, everything from the chilliest most frigid ice-cube to the hottest most promiscuous little wench. But nothing had prepared me for Felicity Fountaine. Her effect on me was almost—dare I say?—supernatural. That I needed to meet with her again was a foregone conclusion, but I also needed to do some more research and I needed to get a grip on myself, particularly in her presence.

The more I thought about it, the less I felt there was a problem—at least as I had been used to encountering them. Felicity seemed well adjusted. She recognized her sexual needs and found satisfaction for them. Certainly in the years that lay ahead in her young life there was cause for concern, as her needs and desires and resultant behavior could challenge the boundaries of ethics and propriety. Perhaps that might be the greatest challenge, to channel the energy of her personality into some form of socially accepted behavior.

For the rest of the day I threw myself into making the rest of my appointments, concentrating on the concerns of the patient with whom I was consulting. Yet each spare moment caught me thinking about Felicity Fountaine and sent me to my library to pull volumes from Kinsey, Masters and Johnson, even Freud and Jung and Maslow and Ellis. After all I was a rational therapist. Everything had a cause and a reason. It was simply my job to delve down through the mysterious and complex layers of personality to arrive at the truth. Before leaving for the day, I summoned my assistant.

“Please come in for a moment, Miss Huffmeister,” I said calmly, though still somewhat animated from the encounter with my new patient, I looked up to see her enter cautiously, for it was unusual for me to summon her so late in the day. She unmindfully ran a hand up to brush her pure blonde hair back from her face, her icy blue eyes filled with questions.

“Yes, Doctor?” she said, her voice faint, and quite feminine. I was startled by that reaction. I had never really seen her before as a woman, only as my capable assistant. But the way she shyly entered the office and the way her body shifted beneath her suit combined with the scent she was wearing seemed quite out of the ordinary.

“I’m curious. What were your impressions of our newest patient, Felic—er, Miss Fountaine?”

“Well, I thought she was a most captivating young woman, the kind who draws the notice of everyone in the room,” replied Miss Huffmeister.

“Even as a woman?” I asked pointedly.

“Why, yes, Doctor. Even as a woman, I found myself observing her closely.”

“In a professional sense?”

“Of course, Doctor. Is there any other sense to be considered while on the job?”

“I was just wondering if you had found her … oh … perhaps, attractive in some way.”

“Attractive? Me?” Miss Huffmeister’s pale skin turned a distinct shade of red. “Why heavens no, Doctor! She is a lovely young woman, but hardly one that I would be attracted to … I mean, not that I’m attracted to women … I’m not … never.” My dear assistant was clearly frazzled by my inquiry but her stammering response told me that something else was playing on her mind.

“Of course … of course,” I said, my eyes narrowing as I fingered Felicity’s chart. “I was simply curious if you felt anything unusual while she was here … anything out of the ordinary …”

“Well, now that you mention it, when I showed her to your office door and we were standing right beside one another, I did have a strange feeling come over me,” Miss Huffmeister remarked. “It was a sensation of heat and flushness. I thought at the time that it might be from having sat too long in one place before getting up.”

“Hmm,” I muttered.

“Is there something wrong, Doctor?” she asked.

“No, nothing.” I looked up at her standing beside my desk. “Is that outfit new, Miss Huffmeister?” I asked, my voice shaking with discomfort when talking about a woman’s clothing in such a personal context.

Her hand reached up to brush at her hair again, and her face widened into a warm smile. “Why, yes, Doctor. I bought it just this weekend.”

Her hand slipped down over her body as if trying to smooth and straighten it and I found her movement suddenly sensuous and, dare I say it, stimulating.

“Well, it is very nice,” I remarked. “That’s a very good color for you. You have excellent taste.”

For a moment she remained by the door. A warm blush refilled her high round cheeks. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said softly, before letting her eyes look down and away from me and slipping out of the office. For some reason I watched her pass through the doorway. She was an attractive woman, and I wondered why I had never noticed it before.

During dinner later that evening with Charles Wright and David Whitney, a pair of highly esteemed colleagues, I couldn’t resist sharing some of my impressions of my exciting new patient. They were intrigued by my observations, although I didn’t mention my own personal physical reactions to her provocative behavior.

“Sounds like you have yourself a live one,” Wright remarked with his trademark leer. “I’ll be most interested in what you discover.”

“I can only imagine what sort of treatment you will proscribe, Konrad,” Whitney chimed in. “You always have found a way of pushing the envelope of experimental treatments.”

“I have a considerable amount of interview time and research to conduct before we get to that point,” I said, still mulling over the day’s events.

“Sounds like you’ll have another bestseller by the time you’re finished,” Wright laughed. Whitney joined in and I added my own chuckles to the mix. Much of my animated concern seemed to melt with another glass or two of brandy, and we bid each other a hearty goodnight well before midnight.

Late that evening as I showered before bed, the image of Felicity Fountaine seated on the chair in my office returned to my mind, the sumptuous curves of her breasts surging up delectably from her purple dress, her long legs parted revealing her nearly transparent silk panties, the distinct scent of her perfume mixed with her self-induced arousal, the velvety sound of her voice describing how she let her boss take her violently from behind as she bent over his desk.

Then as I dried myself, I immediately noticed the effect those vivid images had on me as my penis had grown to near its full length, hot rosy pink in color and extremely sensitive to the touch. My god! This was most unprofessional! I perished the thought from my mind. But as I slipped between the plush silken sheets of my bed, I eventually lost interest in the reading that I had brought home and found myself musing over Felicity again. When my hand brushed over my loins through the covers, an urgent jolt of stimulation surged through me. My hand crept under the covers, encircling my still rigid member and suddenly my hand was transformed into Felicity’s hand ... then her mouth ... and then ... her sweet young sex—at the last image, I sat bolt upright in bed, shocked to the core that I had allowed such a thought to enter my mind.

Then I struggled to evaluate these thoughts and impressions. Wait. This was not wrong, not entirely. It was a mere fantasy and fantasies are evidence of an adjusted mind, so long as they were not acted upon. There was nothing illegitimate in this fanciful daydream, just the result of my long-dormant libido that had been brought out from years of neglect and overcharged by the appearance of Felicity Fountaine in my office. So I touched myself deliberately, masturbating with long firm strokes until my seed spewed all over my hand and belly, my body heaving and quaking from the powerful release, and my mind filled with the image of my ejaculate coating Felicity’s sexy young breasts and belly, an image that sent me quickly into the most wonderful languid dreams I had enjoyed in years.

 

[xtcnymphette]

The week that followed the visit to the sex therapist was even more intense than the previous one. Felicity's regular sexual partners and the casual ones seemed even more addicted to her enchanting charms than ever and by the end of the week as her next appointment came around she had stopped wearing panties altogether. Partly because she knew what the knowledge of her pussy being naked said to the men in her life and partly because she felt almost eternally ready to fuck at any time. The more she fucked the more attractive she seemed to become. In a starnge sort of way not unlike how pregnant women glow, Felicity positively oozed sexuality. her body scent, her flushed complexion, the pouting aspects of her breasts and ass seemed to signal that she was ready and waiting. Her pussy was always moist, her nipples erect, everything about her sent out signals.

As she dressed for her visit to the doctor she reached for a beautiful white silk halter that clung sensuously to her sensitive tits. ' No Bra today.' She thought adjusting her tits in the low cut but supporting halter. The dress was tight around her waist and flaired into a angle cut skirt that was short enough on one side but long on the other revealing her long shapely legs and clinging to her breathtaking curves around her hips and ass.It was not ultra short so that not wearing panties was more a suggestion or an attitude than a possibility of revealing her moist pussy.

She walked to the bathroom thinking about what she would tell the doctor this time. From the bedroom came the sound of snoring and from the living room another sound of breathing in deep sleep. 'Intensity' was what concerned her. Each month 'perhaps when she was ovulating' she mused she felt the overpowering urge to fuck even more. Each time she did she felt an unbelievable power fill her as the man ejaculated into her pussy. Last night had been a great example. The three men that had cum in her were all lying comotose on the bed and the longe sofa whilst she felt like a millio dollars more aliove and alert than ever, but ravenously hungry for more sex.

She finished her makeup and left a note for the three young men to call her and arrange a meeting soon. They were probably about 19, younger than her but she loved their athleticism and at least one of them was a virgin and she had so enjoyed teasing him until he burst inside her.

She was conscious of the cab driver staring in the mirror as she drove to her appointment and opened her legs a little to test the effect of her sweet tender trap. Teasing was an activity that never failed to please her she loved the attention. Though she wanted to find out about her condition from the doctor she also loved the idea of teasing him perhaps she would even fuck him. She certainly liked that kind of sophisticated, educated and good looking older men. he was defineitely cute. She liked the fact that he appeared not to be interested in her but knew she was affecting him. he had probably had her star in an erotic fantasy where he masturbated lots of men told her thats what happened to them. He couldn't hide his attraction for long but she revelled in the postponement of his desire which made him even more attractive. besides jealousy makes men fuck even better she thought. her stories of sex must be driving him wild.

The cab driver was almost droooling as she paid him and hurried into the plush offices. The receptionist looked prettier than ever and they both chatted like old freinds about new clothing.

"Wow that's such a pretty dress. It fits you like a glove i'ts so beautiful. I bet you have to wear a string to not spoil the line?" She ventured.

" Or perhaps i'm not wearing any panties at all" Felicity giggled and the receptionist joined her in the kind of laughter that only women share when they are amused at the expense of male ignorance.

It was at that point when the doctors last client emerged followed closely by the good doctor himself. They must have caught the tail end of the conversation because they both looked at the two women and scanned the smooth lines of Felicity's dress looking for pantylines.

" Oh Mr fenton you'll be wanting another apointment, come and let me see whwere there is a good time." The receptionist said smiling and winking at Felicity.

" Would you like to come in now Felicity?" The doctor said cutting across the two pairs of eyes fixed on her sensuous ass. She smiled and followed him into the room and sat down on the chair she had sat in last week.

" Well, so tell me about this week waht have you felt about your... noted about your behaviour."

He watched her sit and ran his eyes up her long shapely legs as she sat and the dress slid up. One corner was dangerously short and the hint of bare thigh was hypnotic, the other was covered with tight silk that accentuated her delicious curves.
His eyes were drawn upwards to her sumptuous cleavage wrapped exquisitely in the same flimsy silk stretched tightly across each mound of flesh with her nipples showing a divine outline.

" Well doctor I have been reflecting more on what I do and how I feel when I do it. I think at the moment what worries me most is how much sex I want or need some times of the month actually. I mean only last night I had three men at once and all through the week it's been like a constant hunger that needs satisfying. I wonder why that is and why I dont feel at all tired afterwards in fact I feel positively full of energy. Almost as if each ejaculation in my ass, my pussy or my mouth is feeding a hunger. It may be my imagination or I may be sexually manic but I dont seem to get sexual downs just intense and really intense like last night."

" Hmmmm that sound fascinating Miss.. I mean Felicity. Tell me abreifly about last night as this seems to be some kind of extreme for you. You may well be right some women do experience a greater need ffor sex during ovulation and also sometimes during menstration. But tell me how you came by these young men and what happened I need to get a picture how intense the relationship was."

He looked at her nervously. She knew he was aroused by the embarassed look on his face that he tried to hide by staring down at his note pad. he was definitely horny. he kept glancing at her legs and tits almost compulsively until she began to speak and then sat with a stare that fixed on her full red lips almost as if he imagined she was using them on his cock.

" Well doctor I sometimes go to sex clubs and do group sex when i feel like this but I kind of like the challenge of spontaneous group sex. I like the thrill of seduction. I went to a dnace dlcub because I love to dance when i'm feeling horny too. I dont know whther its connecvted. Anyway I was hit on by a guy and his two friend. they were about 19-20 ish I guessed. Fit and all good looking I guessed by the way they talked they were athletes any way I teased them all for about an hour then suggested they come back to my place. When I get like this, you know super horny I actually dont wear panties at all and one of them found out as we kissed in the car."

The doctor glanced down at her hemline as if to ask her are you naked under there. She smiled at him and nodded knowingly and he sat back in his chair looking even more uncomfortable and and kept glancing at her hem.

" Does that worry you doctor I dont want you loose concentration"

She pulled her skirt down and smoothed it a little so her thighs were less visible but the movement only drew more attantion to her pantiless body.

" There is that better? Anyway one of the young guys was a virgin and admitted it and so I told the others they could all have sex with me as long as he went first So I stripped of my clothing and his - the virgin and teased him until he was out of his mind with desire but without touching his cock. The other two guys watched and played with themselves. I sat on the arm of a couch and spread my legs and then guided him into me so that the first touch he had from me was one which put him inside my hot wet pussy and I encouraged him to fuck me slowly and deeply until i orgasmsed and he exploded a moment later. The other two fucked me then and we rotated for a couple of hours and at some stage I had all three inside me - my ass, my pussy and my mouth and they exploded in me almost simultaneously. It was then that I felt ultra powerful, full of energy. I must have fucked for hours and had only three hours sleep and yet I look like Ive just come from a health farm and feel amazing! So thats it really I feel great but why? and Why do I want it so much. I'm fighting the urge to come over to you and let you do me now. What can we do?"

She looked so inviting the doctor was almost shaking with desire, all professional facade seemed piontles. She had broken through his facade and knew he wanted her but she was appealing to him to help her.

" Um Uh I know you are doing well just fight it please for both our sakes. Um I know this will sound strange to you but I sometimes use a surrogate or simulated sex to help observe and be able to come up with a treatment. It has worked in the past although I have never encountered the kind of extreme sexual urge you describe but would you be willing to try it. The man I use is very good and I am sure you'd enjoy his company on a personal basis but this would help me understand better and hopefully we can then proceed to treatment rather than diagnosis. At this stage I dont really see a problem except that the frequency would probably make your life a bit one dimensional. But we'll see. Would you agree to that?"

He glanced at her uncomfortably.

" I 'd love to I meanI know this sounds strange but at least it would keep me from wanting to fuck you like I do right now. It would also be a real turn on for me to have you watch me oooh that is making me so excited right now. Can we do it soon?"

He looked at her. her hand moved beneath her skirt and she began to absently touch herself as she spoke and in moments her speech was breathless and panting a she orgasmed.

" Um I can arrange it for tomorrow if you like. I'll cal your mobile and tell you when exactly I have a special clinic here for that its a nice room actually. Just see my receptionist as you leave and uh you might want to use the bathroom and adjust your skirt before you leave. You really are quite a myystery to me but I think we can solve this or at least find a way where you can feel in control of your shall we say urges."

They both got up from the chair. The doctor was clearly hiding a hard on covered by his suit jacket and Felicity smoothed her dress down over her slender curves to cover her legs once more. A trickle of wetness ran down her inner thigh and they both smiled as she collected it on her finger tips.

" See waht you do to me doctor.' She said breathily as she moved close to him and touched his lip with the moist finger tip so that her scent and taste filled his senses.

" Thank you!" she said pulling the hand away and walking to the door.

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

I was more concerned with what she was doing to me. I had met with and treated a hundred beautiful women with some sort of sexual disorder, some whom had no sexual desire at all and some who could never say no to even to the most unwelcome advance. But none of them had ever had this effect on me. My body responded to her every move as if she was seducing me, but she wasn’t—or was she? The sound of her voice relating the past week’s events painted a vivid picture of her escapades in my mind. The gleam in her eyes as she described her adventures stirred a warm tide of arousal deep inside me. The way she shifted in her chair, touching herself occasionally and the accompanying sweet seductive scent had brought my maleness to full erection.

I sorely needed to observe her in the process of seduction and the act of sex to keep from wanting to do so myself. I had a stable of professional surrogates to pick from and knew exactly whom I would choose. Her eagerness had elated me but her subsequent confession had confused me.

“I’d love to … I mean, I know this sounds strange but at least it would keep me from wanting to fuck you like I do right now. It would also be a real turn on for me to have you watch me. Oh, that is making me so excited right now! Can we do it soon?”

I kept hearing her words repeating over and over in my head, “It would keep me from wanting to fuck you like I do right now … wanting to fuck you like I do right now … wanting to fuck you … wanting … to … fuck you … fuck you … fuck you … ”

I stumbled through an explanation of my plan to Felicity. She looked up at me with the most eager receptive expression painting her beautiful face. I felt this overwhelming urge to take her into my arms and take her hard and fast on my credenza. Just as I managed to repress my potentially detrimental urge, Felicity reached down between her legs and scooped up a trail of her wetness.

“See what you do to me doctor?” she whispered as she dabbed the dampness onto my lips. The scent and taste were completely intoxicating as it burned onto my lips and them my tongue as I licked my lips. My thoughts and feelings began to swirl wildly and dizzyingly around. There was a peculiar taste to her wetness, delicate and sweet but with a sharp and pungent aftertaste quite unlike any other woman I had ever known. It seemed to burn into my tongue and spread its heat quickly through my body. It wasn’t at all a painful sensation but quite rousing and pleasing. “Thank you!” Felicity said and began to stroll toward the door.

“Wait!” I called out weakly. Despite the spinning inside my head I summoned all my powers of resistance and my voice grew deeper. “Felicity! Wait!”

“What is it, Doctor?” she asked turning about on her heel to face me.

“I would like to obtain a sample of your um, natural secretion … for analysis, of course,” I said haltingly.

“How would you like to do it?” she asked pertly.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get the swabs,” I suggested, waving her toward the luxurious leather sofa. A true examination table would have been more appropriate, but in my eagerness, I saw no true harm in this impromptu arrangement.

Felicity sat on the end of the couch and leaned into the plump cushions, arranging her dress over her long shapely legs. I retrieved a swab kit from the cabinet over the sink and joined her at the sofa. The taste of her still burned in my mouth and I was glad that I was still wearing my suit jacket to cover up my throbbing erection.

When I knelt down beside the sofa, Felicity began to open her legs. She raised the skirt of her dress up over her pale silky thighs. Her skin tone was perfect, the texture smooth and sleek with the scarcest trace of downy blonde hair that was only noticeable at such close range. Slowly she lifted her hem up past her hips until the folds of her sex came into view. She let one leg slip off the sofa and raised the other up to hook her heel onto the seat back, spreading her sex wide. There were flecks of glistening moisture along the pink ridges of her inner labia. The scent was just as intoxicating if not more so.

“This won’t take but a second,” I said with a smile, trying to exert every ounce of my professional manner.

Leaning toward her, I reached out with a swab, the nervous jitter of my hand making it wiggle as it neared her. Felicity giggled sweetly when I rested the fingers of my other hand upon her outer labia and spread her inner sex wider. She shivered when I traced the swab lightly down the length of her slit, saturating the sterile cotton with her copious moisture. I retracted the swab inside its protective case and reached for another.

“On more, just for good measure,” I remarked and again reached between the spread of her legs.

This time I ran the swab up around the protective hood of her clitoris gathering the moisture that had collected there. As the soft cotton tip danced over her incredibly sensitive nub, Felicity again shivered and her hips thrust up toward me. I retracted the swab and slowly backed away. The sight of Felicity arranged on the sofa was arresting. Her gorgeous legs spread wide, the hot pinkness of her vagina fully revealed, her dress pulled high over her hips, the firm mounds of her breasts jiggling and heaving with her every breath, nipples taut and erect beneath the thin fabric of her halter, her full lips damp and glossy and parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded, she was the perfect inviting image of a sexual dream. From the way she looked, I could have sworn that she had experienced an orgasm, even from this the lightest touch possible.

It took every watt of my concentration to secure the samples safely away and rise to my feet. I pruriently wondered about what would happen to the next eligible man that she came across. When Felicity reached her hand down I thought she was about to lower her dress but instead ran her long slender fingers up and down along her bare sex. Following several long languid strokes of her sex and a furious circling of her clitoris, she clamped her legs together and her back arched and heaved as she erupted in the throes of a spectacular orgasm, her soft cries a fetching song of passionate release. I stood mute beside the sofa mesmerized by the sight before me. As her body relaxed with a rhythmic undulation, Felicity opened her eyes and let her limps fall limply about her.

”Are you all right, Felicity?” I asked tenderly, trying to hide my painfully immense erection.

“Oh, yes, Doctor. Quite all right! Indeed!” she replied. She struggled to push herself upright on the sofa, so I took her hand to help her and felt the heat of her gaze fall upon the embarrassing bulge in my trousers. “But you should really do something about that. I have an idea about how—”

“That’s okay, Felicity,” I assured her, helping her to her feet. “I will be just fine.”

“Are you sure? I know a way to—”

“I’m sure that you do,” I replied quickly. “Now perhaps you should see to yourself. You may use my private bathroom to freshen yourself if you please.”

“Please, Doctor,” she said demurely. “Thank you.”

I showed her to the restroom and waited patiently, assembling my notes and observations as best as possible given the highly charged atmosphere of my office. My own arousal was incredible, the vibration from the throbbing in my loins was sending tingling streams of heat down my legs and up into my belly and chest. By the time I had written up the release for her samples to be tested, she emerged from the restroom and I lead her to the door.

“Until tomorrow,” I said.

“Yes, Doctor,” she said in a near whisper. “Thank you so much for your help. I feel really good about this.”

“So do I.”

And then she was gone. With a long deep breath filling my lungs I sat at my desk and paged Miss Huffmeister, asking her if my next patient had arrived.

“Not yet, Doctor. You know how Mrs. Clinestatler is always seven minutes late.”

“Yes … yes … right,” I replied and then settled back in my chair. It was precisely seven minutes after the hour when Miss Huffmeister paged me to announce my next patient. When she showed Mrs. Clinestatler in, there was a decided air of female arousal wafting through the air.

When the door closed shut, I turned to Mrs. Clinestatler who had settled onto the couch. “Now, my dear Mrs. Clinestatler, you haven’t been up to your old tricks against have you? You remember that public masturbation is illegal in this state.”

“Yes, I do, Doctor,” the lovely middle-aged lady replied, stretching her arms up above her head. “You have warned me many times, but this time I wasn’t in public, I was sitting in my car … and besides, I simply couldn’t help it. I just saw the most breathtaking, divinely beautiful young woman exit your building.”

“Yes, I’m sure that you have,” I replied, realizing to whom she was referring.

After her appointment was finished, I asked Miss Huffmeister to prepare the encounter suite for tomorrow and then to see when Laird Buffington was available.

“And with whom are you planning on using Mr. Buffington?” she asked with a decided tingle in her voice, a girlish tingle always produced by mention the devastatingly handsome and virile Laird Buffington. A former decathlon athlete, he exerted that sort of effect on women of all ages and had been the most successful surrogate I had ever worked with. His current employment as a male entertainer at a notoriously famous and exclusive club for women afforded him time during the day for working with my special clients.

“Felic—er, Miss Fountaine. Please let me know when he is available tomorrow so that I may inform her.”

“Yes, Doctor. Straight away.”

Miss Huffmeister is always so efficient, I smiled. Then I looked down at my lap and noticed that my erection had hardly suffused itself. In fact, it throbbed all the more painfully, a large damp spot forming in my boxers nearest the tip. It persisted through the rest of my day often crippling my attempts to concentrate on my patients.

“Doctor Binkenfelter?” Miss Huffmeister called out after my last appointment had departed.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Buffington will be here at eleven o’clock sharp.”

“Wonderful! Wonderful!”

“Shall I call Miss Fountaine?” she volunteered.

“No, I’ll do the honors, thank you. Oh, and by the way, did you send out that pair of samples that I gave you?”

“Yes, the lab picked them within the past hour.”

“Terrific! Thank you!”

Glad to hear of progress on all fronts, I rang up the mobile number with which Felicity had provided me. It took several rings before she picked up.

“Hello?” came her breathless voice.

I could hear the sound of voices in the background … male voices.

“Felicity? This is Dr. Binkenfelter calling. Are you free tomorrow at eleven?”

“Oh, yes … yes … yes … I am,” she responded, her words punctuated with shallow heated breaths. There was a noticeable growling of male voices in the background. “That is … uhhh … wonderful … smashing … yes … yes!”

“Well, it seems that I have caught you at a bad time,” I said, picturing Felicity with her trio of young men in some sort of flagrante delecto. Then again, perhaps it was some other man who had simply been in the right place at the right time.

“That’s … all right … Doctor … I’ll … see you … at eleven … tomorrow …”

“Very well,” I replied. “Enjoy the … um … rest of your day.”

“Oh, yes … I will … yes … yes … oh, fuck … cum-mmm-ming!”

Before the phone was hung up I could hear the squishy sounds of hot sex in the background and Felicity’s voice as she cried out lustfully, “Fuck me, Randy! Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!”

My hand was trembling as I hung up the phone. My body ached from the constant arousal I had been fending off ever since Felicity had visited my office. I ran my hand down over my lap feeling the impressive girth and length of my erection. I felt my hips begin to rock as my fingers curled around it.

“Excuse me, Doctor,” called out Miss Huffmeister’s voice. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes …” I replied hastily, lifting my hand from my lap. “Quite.”

“I see. I was about to leave for the day and was going to bid you goodnight, and then I saw you … and … I …”

“I’m fine, Inga. Just fine, thank you.”

“Are you sure, Doctor?” she asked, approaching me slowly, her ice-blue eyes centering on the protrusion formed in the lap of my trousers. “In a state like yours, denial may not be in your best interest, and I could do something to help you.”

“But Inga … Miss Huffmeister, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen what our Miss Fountaine does to you, Doctor, and I know how hard it must be, for underneath your sterling professional veneer, you are a man after all, a very attractive and successful and sexy man at that.”

“Miss Huffmeister, I will be just fine, trust me.”

“You’re sure, Doctor?”

“Yes. I am.”

Inga smiled weakly. She had worked for me for nearly ten years and our behavior had always been forthright and imbued with a flawless proficient élan. And now she stood before me, her tall pale blonde body sheathed in a dark blue pinstriped, skirted suit and a fancy light blue silk blouse, which clung to every curve of her hourglass figure. I put my hands on her shoulders.

“We are a great team, Inga. I don’t want to do something rash that might jeopardize this relationship.”

“You’re entirely right Doctor. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

She turned toward the door and walked away slowly. She paused for a moment and looked back at me as she opened the door. She flashed me a wistful smile and then left me to my own devices. That evening, after dinner with an old college chum at the Club Mocambo, a trendy middle-eastern bistro, I found myself holding forth at the bar beside a lovely young woman who seemed similarly between loose ends.

“You aren’t really going to drink that, are you?” she asked when the bartender set down a bourbon Manhattan with a dash of bitters in front of me.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” I answered through the slight haze of my inebriation, trying to discreetly appraise the girl beside me. Early thirties perhaps, long thick curly dark hair and bright green eyes, a tall curvy figure, dressed perhaps a little youthful for her age in a snug skimpy top and short skirt, but I wasn’t about to complain about the alluring stretches of tanned skin she was tastefully revealing. “Is there something else that you would recommend?”

“How about a sloe screw?” she asked, tilting her head toward me and smiling impishly.

“With the day I’ve had, the only screw that I’d be interested in would be hard and fast,” I said exhaling deeply.

“That can be arranged,” she said and reached over to take my hand. Without another word she led me out to the parking lot behind the club. Once inside her vehicle, a roomy SUV, she wasted no time in pushing me onto the wide rear seat, opening up and lowering my trousers, and tugging down my boxers. Upon releasing my long-suffering erection from its confines, she exclaimed, “This is my lucky day!”

I had never had anonymous sex with a stranger before, and I obviously didn’t plan on this episode. But once this beautiful and sexy young woman had sufficiently fellated me and eagerly climbed up onto my lap, I lost any reservations about the encounter and surrendered myself to a sumptuous and divinely sensual experience. Like a pair of rutting jungle creatures, we clawed at each other’s body, we kissed and bit one another, and we ground and grated our bodies together until we gained our sexual release.

She fell off me spent and breathless. When I attempted conversation, she reached over and placed a finger on my lips to shush me. Once our heartbeats and breathing patterns had returned to normal, we rearranged our clothes, she stuffing her full heaving breasts back into her top and me pulling up my trousers over my nicely satiated manhood. She was fishing her hands all around the seat and got down onto her hands and knees, looking for something.

“My panties! What did you do with my panties?” she said reaching frantically underneath the rear seat.

“I don’t know,” I said, my wits scattered. “You had them on didn’t you … or did you?”

“Here they are, you bad boy!” she said with a giggle. “Look what you’ve done to them!” She held up the dainty scrap of satin that had been rent apart. “They’re no good to me now. Why don’t you keep them?” she said tucking them into the breast pocket of my suit jacket.

I won’t say that the girl booted me out the door exactly, but she leave me standing in the dim parking lot wondering just what the hell had happened as she drove off into the night. I found my Audi A6 and drove home. Amazingly, I did not think for a single moment about Miss Fountaine until the next morning when I was driving to the office. Ah, yes, Miss Felicity Fountaine, my most intriguing patient! Suddenly, despite my rapturous liaison the night before, I felt an unexpected stirring deep inside me.

 

[xtcnymphette]

The surrogate

Felicity was excited by the thought of meeting and fucking a surrogate. She loved the idea of seducing a total stranger and no doubt a good-looking well endowed one at that in front of the doctor. It was the doctor that occupied her thoughts and fantasies leading up to the session. The moment she had touched his lips with her cum soaked fingertips she knew he want her. She didn’t know why that was but she had found over the years that men who tasted her could not resist her and became obsessed with her. They also seemed to gain more than just un abated passion but seemed to stay hard for a long time and fuck like maniacs for hours cumming often repeatedly.

The thought of the doctor watching them mad her unbelievably horny but throughout the next day she decided she would not indulge in any sex so that when she went to the doctors she could reveal the un earthly hunger that consumed her. Though she craved for her desire to be sated throughout the day she only gave in to masturbating several times privately. She was dripping wet when she arrived home from work her floral bikini panties were soaked through with her juices. She showered and carefully put on her makeup emphasising her enchanting eyes and outlining her cupids bow lips with red gloss.

In the bedroom she chose her clothing like an actress chooses a costume for a performance. She had done this before, having sex in front of others. It never failed to excite her. She had been admitted to an exclusive wealthy man’s sex club and had sex with groups and all kinds of stud male lovers. The stud in this case would be a good lover and would want her urgently. They always did. They tried to show cool and make her excited and make her cum as many times as possible but the moment she touched them they melted into the desire to fuck her as deep and as hard and as long as possible. This night wasn’t for an unknown audience; tonight she would play to the doctor. Each time she came, each time she revealed her sexy body it would be him she would work to.

She returned to the bedroom and selected a red and black bustier that clasped her breasts into and exquisite cleavage and thrust them upward and forward in a luscious display of flesh, silk and lace, held together with a tiny lace that strained to let them free. The matching silk bikini panties were such fine material that they hugged her sumptuous ass like a second skin. Over the top of her underwear she wore a long tight -red stretch pencil skirt that extended over her knee but split to the thighs to reveal her luscious legs clad in sheer nude stockings attached to a suspender on the bustier. Classic sexual images worked for men of all ages she thought as she buttoned the sheer white silk blouse to the cleavage. She wore red stiletto heels. Men love to fuck while she wore her heels. She could not help masturbating as she thought of the strong man fucking her from behind in her hi heels her skirt pulled up around her slender waist, panties aside and a delicious cock belting into her from behind as she looked at the doctor and moaned and mouthed I want you’ as she came. She stroked the soft shiny fabric around her pussy and felt a gush of wetness as the image of the doctor watching her consumed her then the tingling as her clit came alive and she shuddered deliciously with her orgasm. When the hot tremors ceased she collected her wetness and smeared it on her lips. She would kiss the doctor first ‘innocently’ to thank him for the therapy. He would taste and smell her scent throughout the observation. Soon she would fuck him too. The waiting was delicious.
She caught a cab to his office and the pretty receptionist ushered to the ‘therapy room on the next floor of the building to wait for him and the surrogate. When they arrived she got out of her chair to greet them, her long tight skirt falling around her legs. Both men watched the display. The tall handsome blond man that Felicity took to be the surrogate made her bristle with desire. He was probably about thirty, with a fine muscular physique. In his white T shirt the outline of his muscular frame was emphasised and she glanced down at his muscular torso and his butt. She knew he could drive into her like a pile driver and the looks they exchanged betrayed the urgency of both their needs. Felicity turned to the doctor and walked right up to him and instead of shaking his hand like she always did she took his hand and then moved to kiss him gently on the lips. He didn’t expect her kiss but accepted it with good grace.

“It’s not me you should be kissing its…”

“I don’t want to know his name.” She interrupted.
“ It add to the fun for me if I can seduce him without even exchanging names. Besides he already wants me.” She chided looking at the lump that had appeared in his tight jeans.
Both men looked a little taken aback at her confidence but before anyone could say or do anything felicity moved to kiss the man. He responded running his hands over her luscious ass cheeks as she ground against him to make his firming cock grow. The kiss was long and passionate. He moved a hand to her blouse front and cupped her firm breasts as his breathing became more erratic and heavy.

“ Here, wannna see my body darling.’ She said it to him but looked at the doctor who was taking notes and looked up to catch her inviting look. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly like a strip tease artists stopping to kiss him between each button and then when she peeled it off she threw it towards the doctor. Both men gazed longingly at her luscious breasts encased in the bustier as she shimmied them smiling at them both like an erotic dancer.

“ Can you unzip my skirt honey?” She turned around and let the surrogate unzip her skirt and peel it to the ground revealing her long sexy legs clad in stockings. The surrogate went to script he had to prove to this angel he was a great lover. He took her in his arms and began to finger her damp panties, delighting in her shivers and moans.

Mmmmmm I’m so wet for you. MMMmmmmm That’s so good yummy yummy ooooh I’m cumming” she squealed Each time she came she looked at the doctor and mouthed the words ‘I want You’ to him silently She came repeatedly as he stroked her clit through the silk panties, then slid them aside and finger fucked her until her pussy was a continuous stream of juices.

“ East me darling I love to be eaten.” She murmured through a cloud of orgasms.

He picked her up and carried her to the large bed in the next room followed by the doctor. She lay on the bed and he parted her legs and attacked her sopping wet pussy sucking at her clit through the panties then sliding them aside and fingering her pussy as he sucked, licked and flickered his expert tongue around her clit. She came over and over again gushing her juices into his face and dribbling down her inner thighs. Each time she came she looked at the doctor and mouthed the words ‘ I want you’ and occasionally “ Fuck me”.

She struggled free of him and pulled his head up to hers to kiss again. His lips tasted of her juices and the effects of them had begun to show in his passion. She unzipped him and slid her hand into his jeans and extended his huge cock and she sighed lustfully.

“ Mmmmm you’re so big so hard. Flissy wants to suck your cock.”

She rolled him off her and helped him off with his clothing as he un laced her bustier and fondled her breasts. When he was naked she began to pump his cock with her hands one stroked the shaft the other tickled his swollen balls with her fingernails and fingertips as he moaned uncontrollably. The her head went towards his thick tip and she blew warm air across it through her moist lips and as it throbbed in her hand then she ran her tongue within a millimetre of his cock so lightly that he shivered with anticipation and urgent need to be touched by her lips. She covered his cock in a trillion tiny wet kisses interchanging with her tongue and still stroking and tickling his balls and shaft with her hand. The eyes rolled back into his head the moment her lips engulfed his cock he felt the spasm hit him and the throb erupt he was going to cum. She sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down on him until he screamed.

“Oh god that’s so good”
She suckled a few moments more and then just as he shot his first spurt of cum into her mouth she clamped the tip of his cock and prevented further ejaculation. Perfect Masters and Johnson technique for premature ejaculation. Both men were shocked by the expertness of her technique. She held his throbbing cock tightly smiling and looking at the doctor as the surrogate writhed in ecstasy of moans and shivers. When the spasms ceased she stood up and peeled down her panties rubbed her pussy wetness with them and flung them to the doctor.

“ MMMM See how wet I am doctor. I think he needs to fuck me now don’t you?”

She leant over the bed her sweet buns naked and exposing her swollen pussy lips. The surrogate leapt to his feet and came up behind her rubbing his swollen thick glans over her moist lips, parting them and enjoying the wetness as it trickled over him, then pushed past the tight opening just a little he pushed in and out a little fast until she began to writhe and wriggle her hot ass pressing back against him for more. He resisted until she began to cum and then he slid more and more of his huge 9-inch cock inside her. The thickness stretched her tiny tight hole and she began to shiver with desire and cum repeatedly. He took delight in moving her into different positions and fondling her breast and masturbating her as he thrust in her like a pile driver one moment bringing her to a screaming wild shaking orgasm and the next he would fuck her gently and shallowly until she was teased to extreme. They all lost track of time. Felicity paused briefly to remove her shoes and stockings seductively then her bustier then straddled him and slid his hugeness in her once more.

“I want you to cum in me now. Pussy wants your cum” She said looking at the doctor. His cock slid into her again and she began to bounce on him as he cupped her breasts and bucked at her gyrating hips that bore down on him harder and harder. She came and each time she came he felt her pussy pull her deeper into her. He felt her pussy clamp tighter around his cock, which was swelling more, and throbbing uncontrollably. When he came he felt the white light shoot across his vision and the most amazing sensation of being drawn into her like with each ejaculation. Both orgasmed. Both shook like a bush vibrating together. The look on her face was extreme ecstasy as he pumped into her both flooded their senses with endorphins. Felicity looked across at the doctor and panted.

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[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

My Encounter Suite which had received more than a few nicknames from patients over the years, ranging the gamut from Heaven to Hell, had just seen perhaps its most unusual surrogate encounter. Most times there is that initial awkward period of adjustment when the patient meets the surrogate and needs some time to become accustomed to the person, the situation, and the setting. According to our usual plan, Laird Buffington, my expert surrogate, would lead the session, slowly taking his time to make the patient comfortable while I observed the patient’s reactions. But from the moment we were first assembled in the Encounter Suite, Felicity assumed control. And from the grin that Laird shot my way upon seeing Felicity for the first time, I knew that he had no objections; she looked so sexually delectable. And Felicity’s expression of lustful approval was equally obvious.

I simply tried to maintain my professional distance, watching with a heightened professional interest as Felicity set about seducing Laird. I found the rate of her sexual arousal incredible and could barely take my notes fast enough. Even the slightest touch of her sensitive erogenous zones seemed to bring her to orgasm. Her fluid movements in response were highly charged and seemed to almost overwhelm Laird who quickly cast aside his professional manner and threw himself into the encounter. As their activity quickly escalated, I felt almost as if I was watching some tawdry pornographic film.

The sight of these two outstanding physical specimens of female and male beauty copulating with such abandon was not without some effect on me. Despite my chance encounter with that strange girl the night before, I found myself fighting off a tremendous sexual arousal. And Felicity’s attempt to direct comments to me, mouthing seductive little phrases and even tossing her love-soaked panties at me, was very obvious; as she was sharing an incredible sexual encounter with Laird, she was seducing me. I felt an intense urgent tingling vibration reverberate deep inside my body. I managed to repress the provocative stimulation that was tempering my need to observe impartially, and forced myself into an observation mode.

Felicity’s sexual talents were incredible and far advanced for most young women her age. The way she manipulated Laird, bringing him to the threshold of a violently eruptive ejaculation and then throttling him back was the technique of a specialist, one that I had prescribed therapeutically. I followed them about the room, observing and recording their activities and expressions and responses. There was a primitive almost animalistic, rhythmic sensuality to the proceedings, a dynamic choreography of sexual motion that managed to seep through even my stout professional discipline. Between what they were doing and Felicity’s little asides to me, my own libidinous stimulation could not be easily denied.

But my most fascinating observation came when they reached a huge simultaneous climax. Felicity was facing him in a female superior position and I moved to where I could observe both of their expressions clearly. “I want you to cum in me now. Pussy wants your cum,” she said looking directly at me. But it was Laird whose magnificent member she had buried deep inside her, and as he unmistakably ejaculated into her, there was for him that momentary feeling of what must have been unearthly ecstasy, his eyes closing then blinking, his vocalizations becoming guttural and animalistic. Felicity’s expression was equally beatific and notable. Her body seemed to respond as if thoroughly reinvigorated and renewed, almost like watching a limp cut flower instantly refresh itself with a miraculous watering. Instead of being winded and spent, she appeared freshened and rehabilitated.

Then the most amazing thing happened. Laird shook his head and blinked his eyes and was instantly revived. He rolled Felicity over onto her back and began hammering his impressive member into her with a renewed vigor. She laughed and willingly submitted to his advance. Watching them for the next hour was like flipping through the pages of Hatsumomo’s Guide to 48 Perfect Sexual Positions. I had never seen Laird so consumed with an encounter. It was as if he could not get enough of her. He maintained if not improved upon his normally impressive erection despite several ejaculations. They exchanged positions, he on top, she on top, they lay side by side, face to face, every possible way to bring about sexual penetration, even venturing off the bed to explore positions on the floor and the various chairs and tables and other furnishings decorating the room. It was as if the more they copulated, the more they wanted to do it.

After the fourth huge mutual orgasm—or was it the fifth—they settled onto the bed and embraced, their bodies flushed and glistening with perspiration. Finally Laird fell into a deep sleep, his tanned muscular body sprawled limply across the bed, his impressive male member still largely erect. After placing a kiss on his sleeping lips and his large penis, Felicity slipped off the bed and sauntered over to sit in the chair next to where I had settled to complete my notes. She seemed perfectly comfortable with her complete nudity.

“So what did you think, Doctor? Learn anything new?”

“Why, yes,” I answered. “I gained several tremendous insights observing you tonight. You are a spectacular sexual creature, Felicity. Dare I say, every man’s walking wet dream.”

She laughed for a moment at the thought, but then turned serious. “So am I dysfunctional? Am I some sort of sexual oddity?”

“I don’t think so, my dear,” I said with a smile. After jotting down a couple of notes I looked over toward her. Felicity sat in the chair, a leg hooked up over the chair arm, her left hand drawing a continual figure eight around her exquisite breasts while her right hand lightly caressed the puffy rouged mound of her well-used sex. She scooped the copious dribbles of semen from her vagina and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking her fingers clean. Watching her, I embarrassingly became aware of her nakedness and how stimulated my own body had become. Her head leaned back, her blonde hair flowing down over her shoulder, her pouty lips kissing and sucking on her fingers, and her big blue eyes looking directly at me. “Miss Fountaine, Felicity … are you trying to seduce me?”

“Is it that obvious, Doctor?” She ran her fingers over her chest, wiping up some drops of semen that had dripped onto her breasts.

“It has been completely obvious during this encounter tonight that you were directing many of your comments toward me, almost like you were putting on a show expressly for me.”

Felicity laughed and sat up in her chair. “Doctor Binkenfelter, are you suggesting that this was all an act? I can assure you that everything tonight has been quite real for me.”

“I have no doubt that it is, Felicity. I’m simply curious about whether or not you have some sort of alternative agenda regarding me.”

Felicity let her long shapely leg slip off the arm of the chair and withdrew her hand from between her legs. She leaned toward me and with both hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them together and rolling her stiff erect pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Doctor, I have these incessant desires that cannot be satisfied. When I meet a man that I find attractive, I cannot stop until I have conquered him.”

“So you see me as some sort of conquest?” I remarked.

“Oh, no, Doctor, not in that sense—that seems so base and degrading—but in the sense of sharing the wonder of having terrific sex together, you know, the seduction, the build-up of tension, the pleasure, the release of orgasm. Wouldn’t you like to experience such a thing?”

“Well, I … um, yes … most men would,” I replied. “But I am your doctor. Any such contact between us is expressly forbidden.”

“But don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be able to act on your urges?”

“I am a doctor, a trained experienced psychotherapist. I am completely capable of controlling my urges.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Felicity remarked, getting up from the chair. She stood for a moment, her hand on her hip, gazing down at me, her full red lips curled into a slight smile. “And so am I. You see that I have this supreme urge to sink down between your legs and suck on that big old hard-on of yours … but I won’t.”

With that, Felicity strolled over toward the bed where most of her clothing had been tossed off. As I looked down at my lap, I could easily see what had caused her observation. Underneath the crisply pressed silk blend of my suit trousers laid my throbbing erection, painfully obvious to any eye. And her words hadn’t helped.
I turned back to my notepad and finished jotting down my notes and observations. But as I soon ran out of words, I found myself looking over toward Felicity, watching with a gentle fascination as she fit herself back into her bustier and laced it up, then as she slipped her stockings onto her long finely shaped legs and attached them to the suspenders of her bustier.

“Doctor? Doctor Binkenfelter? Have you seen my panties?” she asked sweetly as if she were inquiring about a lost watch. “I believe you were the last one to see them.” She walked toward me, buttoning up her sheer blouse. “Are you holding out on me, good Doctor?” she teased.

I stood and looked around the room for the black and red panties she had tossed my way. Just as she stepped up in front of me, I remembered where I had put them. Felicity ran her hands down over my trousers and then slipped one hand down inside my trouser pocket.

“Well, here they are, you naughty Doctor,” she giggled. Felicity didn’t pull the little damp scrap of satin from my pocket. Instead she rubbed her hand up and down, back and forth over my painful erection through the lining of my trouser pocket. She grinned impishly. “I suppose I could let you keep these as a little souvenir. Maybe you want to do something really dirty and nasty to them later on, after I’ve gone.”

“Miss Fountaine … Felicity … I have no such insidious designs on your underwear. They belong to you … you are free to take them with you. In fact, I insist that you take them … please take them now.”

“I may take them Doctor … later,” Felicity whispered seductively, her fingers still caressing the full length of my throbbing erection. “But I really think that you need to look after this … you know what they say, erections that last more than four hours require medical assistance, and as you have seen tonight I am fully qualified to help.”

As she stroked my fully engorged erection I felt my hips responding involuntarily to the motion of her fingers by rocking back and forth.

“Please take your panties, Felicity. I am fully capable of dealing with my own needs.”

“Oh, I’m sure that you are, Doctor. You are a grown man after all. But maybe we can help each other out tonight. I haven’t quite finished and you need to quite badly. Why don’t we have a seat and help ourselves to finish?”

“What do you mean, Felicity?”

“That we masturbate for each other and relieve those final urgent traces of sexual arousal. It’s not like we will actually be engaged in doing something with each other.”

“Felicity—Miss Fountaine—that would be highly irregular!”

“Yes, I know, but your body is begging for release, I can feel it deep inside you,” she gripped my rigid penis through the fabric of my trouser pocket and squeezed gently. “You’ve watched me suck and fuck all night, now why can’t I watch you masturbate.”

“Felicity, please,” I protested, taking hold of her arm in an effort to withdraw her hand from my pocket. Holding her warm wrist in my hand sent a rush of heat through my body. “I am your Doctor, a trained professional, trying to help you understand your sexual nature. Anything like that between us would be a breach of our professional relationship.”

“But you need this, Doctor,” she said softly and alluringly, her voice calling out to me. She relaxed her grip on my erection and eased her hand from my pocket and her wrist from my grasp. She leaned back against a table and spread her legs, her hand gliding down over her belly to rub against the mound of her sex. “Come on, Doctor … join me … do it!”

Her big blue eyes looked at the grossly erect profile of my throbbing penis straining against the silk blend material of my trousers. There was something about the scent of her in the room, the sight of her caressing her pretty little vagina, and the sound of her words that was seducing me, convincing me to go against all that I had been taught and come to believe in the years I have been practicing my profession.

“Despite the way things might appear,” I insisted in a weak protest. “We can’t allow anything to happen between us.”

“I know, Doctor … I understand …”

I took a step backward and found the plush leather chair. Opening up my trousers, I let them drop to my ankles revealing my dark blue silk boxers. Filled with a strange mixture of arousal and embarrassment, I lowered my boxers to give my poor erection some room to breath. Felicity’s clear blue eyes widened.

“Oh my god, Doctor!” she said feverishly as a finger disappeared inside the split of her sex. “That is a big beautiful cock you have there! I’m sure your girlfriend must absolutely love it!”

“I … I … I don’t have a girlfriend as such,” I said, letting my boxers join my trousers at my ankles and sitting down in the chair. My hand reluctantly went to my erection.

“Now that is a shame, Doctor,” Felicity teased. “If my man had a cock like that, I’d never let him leave the bedroom!” Her hand moved slowly up and down along the length of her slit, her fingers, two fingers thrusting up inside her and her thumb brushing against her clitoris. “Oh, and your balls are so big too! It must have been a long time since you have had sex!”

“Why … I … I ejaculated just last night,” I said, beginning to stroke my erection. Just the contact of my palm and fingers was starting to have an effect on me; I no longer felt embarrassed in front of Felicity; watching her masturbate and stroking myself seemed perfectly natural.

“By yourself?”

“No … with a woman.”

“A woman? I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t … it was a woman I picked up in a bar … actually, she picked me up,” I confessed.

“Oh, Doctor!” Felicity giggled. “You have been holding out on me! I’ll bet you are quite the barfly, using all your knowledge of female sexuality to score conquest after conquest.”

“Hardly!” I scoffed. “Last night was the first time I had sex with a woman in several months.”

Felicity grinned and continued to stroke her sweetly glistening little sex. “You like watching me play with my pussy don’t you Doctor?”

I didn’t respond and neither did she add another word as we leaned back and masturbated in front of each other. Wave after wave of pleasure seemed to sweep over us as we touched ourselves so intimately and watched each other. When my precum began to ooze, I spread it over my glans and stroked myself harder. Felicity seemed to grow ravenously passionate. She leaned back onto the table supporting herself with an arm and began to cry out loudly. Watching her body contort in the throes of orgasm brought me to the brink.

“Oh my god!” I called out unintentionally as I felt my semen begin to surge up.

“Are you going to cum, Doctor?” Felicity asked. When I nodded, she threw herself off the table and fell at my feet. “I want to watch Doctor … I want to see you cum!”

She pulled her blouse open and untied the lacing on her bustier, revealing the firm lush curves of her exquisite breasts. The sight of her kneeling at my feet cupping her magnificent breasts tossed me over the edge and I pumped myself hard and fast, feeling the surge of my semen burn its way up through my body.

“Cum on me, Doctor … I want to feel your heat,” she cried out.

And then I ejaculated, long thick streams of sticky white semen shooting out from my huge erect penis, striking Felicity on the chin and cheek, on her lips and neck, and on her chest and breasts. With each ejaculation I felt a burst of blinding energy course through my body, and when I had finished, Felicity took my spent penis into her mouth and suckled like a child at it’s mother’s teat. I was powerless to stop her as she hungrily drew in every last vestige of my seed. Amazingly, even as she finished and gathered up the semen that had coated her face and chest, my erection was maintained, although my sexual ardor had seriously abated.

“Doctor, you have made me quite a mess,” Felicity remarked as she wiped up the last traces of my semen from her luscious breasts.

“Please take advantage of the shower,” I said gesturing toward the doorway.

“Will you be joining me?” she asked, rising up from the floor.

“No … you know that I can’t for … um, obvious reasons,” I said. “But I do have to wash up.”

“Then you can watch me some more,” Felicity teased. I kicked off my trousers and shorts and followed her toward the bathroom, watching as she left a trail of her clothing. It was a large room done in golden marble with a large shower stall with glass doors. While I washed and refreshed myself I couldn’t resist watching Felicity in the shower, washing her gorgeous body from head to toe. Once toweled off and redressed, we met up at the door.

“This has been a most insightful night,” I said, resuming my professional demeanor.

“Yes, it has been … for me too, Doctor,” Felicity answered. “Thank you for everything!”

“Thank you for coming!” I said straight-faced. Felicity broke out in a great beautiful laugh.

“Thank you for cumming too, Doctor!” she said. “I feel so terrific and energized! Oh, and one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You may keep my panties,” she giggled, patting my pocket.

And with a gentle kiss on my lips, Felicity was gone. I locked up the suite and gathered up my notes and suit jacket. Laird would know how to let himself out once he had awakened. I drove home and climbed into bed, finding a deep peaceful sleep waiting for me instantly.

* * *

The next day, it was with great interest that I received the lab results from the samples I had taken of Felicity’s vaginal secretions. There was a note attached requesting that I contact the laboratory as soon as I received the report. I dialed the phone number and read through the analysis while I waited.

“Dr. Binkenfelter, I’m so glad that you called right away,” came the voice of Marshall Bloch, the lab director. “Where did you come by those samples?”

“A new patient of mine. Why?”

“I was just wondering. Have you read our report?”

“Yes. I have it in front of me.”

“Then as you can see the sample that you sent us is a mixture of what you might expect to find residing in a modern woman’s vaginal tract, mostly natural secretions with slight traces of feminine hygiene products.”

“Yes, but what is this other mystery substance?”

“We were kind of hoping that you could tell us,” Marshall said. “We were able to break it down into its molecular components, but it is unlike anything that any of us had ever come across between a woman’s legs before … if you know what I mean.”

“That is most interesting,” I remarked as I read through the chemical breakdown. “Have you any idea of what it might be?”

“Well, most of us don’t have a clue, but Laurie, my lab manager, jokingly said that it was very similar to the chemical compounds found in the southeast Asian shrub tongkat ali, renowned by some primitive cultures for its aphrodisiac and male enhancement qualities, and widely marketed today in health food stores and on the internet.”

“Really!”

“Funny, ain’t it, Doc?” Marshall remarked with a laugh.

“That is more than just funny,” I laughingly conceded and couldn’t wait to research this news a little more. The remainder of the day couldn’t speed past me fast enough. To Miss Huffmeister’s consternation, I excused myself right after my last patient had left and hurried down to the Bosendorfer Research Library. Several hours and a four-foot high stack of books later, I found myself pouring over an old volume of comparative cultures. All of my research was falling into place. The reason was a reference to a nomadic race of Asian people, called the Anwhan Mohti, who roamed the Indo Chinese Peninsula hundreds of years ago. Their women were legendary for their irresistible sexual powers.

During the high days of French colonization, they had been persecuted and rumor had it that they had migrated to the Australian continent never to be heard of again. Miss Fountaine was from Australia. Could she be a descendent? With her blonde hair and blue eyes, she had no discernable Asian features. Intermarriage with colonizing Aussies could explain the factor of her looks. But the science was more perplexing. Was it the case where the diet of her ancestors had included tongkat ali root and that some sort of genetic mutation had occurred that produced a similar compound in the vaginal secretions of their women? This would explain so much about my dear Felicity Fountaine, whose sweet vaginal secretions were a naturally occurring aphrodisiac male sexual performance enhancing substance.

But there was more research necessary to confirm this, as well as some other questions I had concerning her social behavior. I put the book down in front of me and pulled out my cell phone. Shall I call her? It was quite late at night, after midnight to be exact, but I fancied I’d give it a try. She answered on the third ring.

“Dr. Binkenfelter!” she exclaimed at the sound of my voice. “What a surprise! Have you got another yummy surrogate for me to fuck, or would you prefer to do it yourself this time?”

“Now, now, Felicity. You know that will never happen,” I said feeling a growing twinge of excitement burbling inside me. “I have some exciting news for you regarding the samples I took from you the other day.”

“Indeed, Doctor,” she replied. I could hear what sounded like the stiffing of silken bedsheets. “I have some exciting news for you too.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, I was lying here in my bed, all alone, completely naked because I usually sleep in the nude, and I was just thinking about you and touching myself.”

“Oh, um, well, that’s interesting, Felicity, but I think that my news is more—”

“But Doctor, don’t you want to hear where I was touching myself?”

“I … I … I can imagine, Felicity. You don’t need to tell me.”

“Then you must know that I’m touching my pussy right now. It’s very wet just thinking about what it would be like to have your big beautiful cock stuffed up inside it. Mmm, and my nipples are so hard, just thinking about the feel of your kisses on them, and your teeth nibbling them … mmm, oh yes, Doctor!”

“Felicity! Miss Fountaine, please keep your fantasies to yourself for the moment. This is an important breakthrough for you—”

“Yes, of course Doctor,” she said softly with an air of disappointment.

“Are you available to meet with me tomorrow and discuss this?”

“Dr. Binkenfelter, I am always available for you,” Felicity remarked. I could tell from the tremor in her voice and the shortness of her breathing that she was still masturbating. “I only … wish that … you were … here with me … now … yes! Oh, god yes! With me now!”

Long after I had hung up the phone while packing up my research for the night, I was still plagued by the image of Felicity Fountaine sprawled across her silken sheets, fingering the sweet little vag—no, not her vagina—her sweet little pussy with thoughts of me dancing in her pretty little head. Freud and Ellis and Jung were all probably revolving in their graves at the notion that one of their most devoted disciples was falling into a sticky sweet trap from which there was no escape …

 

[xtcnymphette]

The nymph

Felicity quickly dialled Konrad's emergency number. It was 4 am in the morning and she was in a panic. Tears streamed down her face as the sleepy voice of the doctor answered the phone.

"Hello Doctor I have an emergency. I mean a really big emergency. I didnt know who to turn to... only you I'm so frightened doctor. can you help me I'm..."
Felicity was sobbing now incomprehesnibly. The doctor was use to emergencies with clients before, especially the obsessive ones but Felicity was almost hysterical and begging for his help like a little girl. Such a change from the confident sex vamp that had teased him on the phone hours earlier. The sound of his voice and all the memories of her made him instantly excited. He evoked his professional manner despite the raging hard on thhat her call had conjured.

' Take a deep breath felicity and tell me what has happened?'

The phone went silent for a moment except for the sound of a deep sighing breath.

" He died.. I um, I fucked him and he just died. The paramedics came to get him and took him away and I just dont know what to do or who to talk to. Can you come over and see me I need to see you so badly." She broke into tears again.

"Now start at the begining, tell me what happened and I'll get in the car and come over. Just keep talking to me while I dress and drive."

" Well Doctor after I phoneed you and teased you I was so horny I went out to a nightclub and I wanted to see if I could pick up a man without saying a word to him.
I was only in the place five minutes and this middle aged guy in his fifties hit on me right away. I simply took him by the hand and led him to my car and then took him home without saying a word as he touched me. When I got him home I took off his pants and took his cock out and guided himn to my super wet pussy. I was so excited from talking to you and the surogate and... anyway he slid my panties aside and fucked me hard and fast. I never let him kiss me only fuck me and fondle me. he flipped me over and fucked me from behind I had some pretty wild orgasms and then I stripped layed him on the bed and rode him. When he came it was more violent than I've ever seen and I came pretty hard and then it happened. he couldn't breath he just had a heart attack as he came in me and passed out. I called the paramedics and they came and he died on the way to hospital. the paramedics came back to tell me and well I was so upset but I fucked both of them too and you know had double penetration and both of them have passed out too I'm so upset i dont know what to do."

By the time the story had been told the doctor was laready in his car crossing town to her appartment. he had calmed her down, allayed her fears about causing the death and her guilt about fucking the ambulance attendants so close to a tragedy, and by the time he enetered her building and knocked on the door was devising a plan to comfort her. he knocked on the door and she answered dressed in a red satin halter babydoll nightie witth a matching robe that was open enough to catch sight of tiny V string panties. the urge to fuck her was overwhelming. her sumptuous breasts clasped in the tight halter split to her waist spilled over the timy satin constraints and noticeable dribbles of wetness trickled down her inner thigh.

" Come in doctor. Thank you for coming. I'm so scared." She broke into tears again and he held her. the chemistry between them was electric. they vibrated with desire as he patted her back and caressed her hair. They moved into the apartment and the sleeping bodies of two para medics lay on two chairs in the lounge room and articles of her clothing lay strewn around the room. She led him to the dinning room and they sat on chairs facing each other. In front of her she had a book and some old photos.

" I found these after you told me about the Australian connection. You know I cant remember anything beyond my late teens in my childhood except I had an old tin with these things in it that I've never looked at until now. She passed him some faded sepia toned and black and white photos of a woman that looked identical to Felicity only perhaps a few years older. The older photos also looked like her. Probably her mother and grandmother he thought to himself.

" You are probably thinking that these are my relatives?" She inquired. She had regained her composure and went on.

" I thought that too until I saw this." She flicked through the pages of an old hand written journal.

" In here it says That i am all of these women... I know that sounds impossible but so is the next thing. the reason I need sex so much is because that is what keeps me alive. Yes having sex makes me perpetually young and attrractive. It sounds impossible i know but it make sense. It's why I cant remember anything past waking up in a room in this country and having sex with a stranger and feeling this awesome power when he came in me. For the last sven years I've been using my sexuality to make my identity. I didnt know who i was before I was 18 until now. The man who died fucking me died because I fucked him without letting him taste me. This sounds like some huge nightmare or science fiction story but. It's true. It's all in here!" She said patting the book.

" Do you believe me?" she pleaded. "is it possible... I mean you found the evidence yourself in my pussy juice."

Konrad blinked in disbelief. Part him was holding on to the taters of the plan he had to comfort her and the other had his mind racing back to the events of the last few days. he flciked through the book and read the journal enties that described the transformation to a younger body, the descriptions of men seduced and the descriptions of the seizures that gripped them in orgasm. He glanced at the pictures and his head spun with the implications of the possibility that she was over a hundred years old. That would explain how expert she was with men how she could attract them like speaking. It all made sense but it didnt confrom to any rationale explanation he could summon. he was dumbstruck. Th hard on in his pants was straining from his closeness to her irresistable beauty and the scent of her filled his every breath.

" Theres something else." She confided.

" I am in love with you so desparately that i can't think of anything else. You are the strongest man I have ever met. Noone has ever been able to not fuck me. I want you so badly but I realised that when you held me before that the feeling we both felt wasn't just sexual." She stood up her long shapely legs drawing his attention from the book to the tiny red satin panties that he could see were damp with her excitement.

" I'm firing you as my doctor as of five minutes ago. I know what is happening now thanks to you! I do want you to make love to me now. I know you wnat me and perhaps you feel love for me too. I love you!"

he stood and took her in his arms and they kissed longingly. He felt the tingle of her pussy juice on her lips as he shivered helplessly and melted into the kiss. neither of them moved they kissed and held each other tenderly, longingly. It was she that broke the kiss and took him by the hand and silently led him to her bedroom.

"Make love to me darling. I want you. I ache for you!"

With that she undressed him slowly as he continued to kiss her shoulders and fondle her breasts.

" Eat me darling" she pleaded.

He eagerly fingered her wet panties and felt her shiver as he manipulated her to a series of orgasms as he massaged her clit through her panties. he kissed his way over her sweet breatsts and sucked each nipple through the sheer satin top until they were rock hard then pressed his lips against her satin clad wetness and inhaled the exquisite intoxicating scent of her sex. He kissed her pussy lips passionately until she beagn to shudder again in orgasm then slid the panties aside and fingered her wetness as she sucked and flickered his tongue around her clit. Each orgasm brought a gush of sweet fluid and he felt his cock harden and distort beyond recognistion with each droplet in ingested. For over an hour she shivered and screamed in orgasm and he filled himself with her magic fluid. When she had recovered from her most violent orgasm she pulled him up to face her and they kissed.

" I want you inside me. make love to me. MMmmmm you're soo big, so hard. You make me sooo horny. He loosened the tie that held her breasts in a halter and peeled it down and fondled her luscious tits excitedly like a little boy with a new toy. She reached down and took his cock in her hand and guided it towards her wetness, partning her panties and then rubbing the engorged tip across her dripping wet folds. Teasing her clit with his tip, then guiding it to the tight opening. he felt thefolds beneath his huge cock and the muscles stretch to accomodate him , the wetness swirl around his cock as he pushed past the tigh openeing and felt her pussy clamp him like a warm wet freindly handshake. She panted as he entered her.

"Oh my god you feel so good. Make love to me Konrad. Let's live in heaven. Love me. MMMmmmmmmm yes yes yes." She began to shiver as his huge cock moved inside her until it reached her cervix. On her face a beautific expression and from her throat a spine tinglin scream as she began to orgasm as he moved inside her.

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

Phone calls by panicked patients after midnight are not a regular routine in my practice, but occur often enough so as to not surprise me, especially on the part of the most phobic obsessives. But the tenor of Felicity’s voice was alarming. There was a true sense of panic in her voice, and my mind raced swiftly as I quickly dressed and made my way over to her apartment. I wisely kept her on the phone while I drove and was able to make fairly significant progress in calming her down. I had a lengthy session of verbal therapy in mind wherein we would review her feelings about the death of her nameless lover and her mindless seduction of the paramedics.

My plan was laid out firmly in my mind as I stood in the hallway outside her apartment and snapped off my phone. Opening her door, Felicity looking breathtaking, dressed in red satin nightwear, a matching robe thrown casually around her shoulders. Suddenly my plan seemed vague and nebulous. The moment she began to talk, she began to cry. I took her into my arms to comfort her, but when her tears dampened my neck as she buried her face into the crook of my shoulder, I felt a tingling crackle of electricity snap at my skin.

I listened intently as her story unfolded with each item she pulled from the ancient tin canister. From the moment I had first met her, I knew there was an otherworldly aspect to her nature, one that defied all of the research and understanding that I had accumulated over my years as a practicing psychiatrist. Her supernatural spirit had confounded and amazed me, reminding me of reading the work of Jung who, in his later years, researched the mystical aspects of the human soul and discovered no answers. I had read of the ancient legends of nymph-like females who live on sexual activity, who draw the energy of their being from their frequent licentious liaisons. I had never considered the possibility that such fantastic creatures truly existed, much less that Felicity might be one of them. I was bewildered and astounded as I poured over the photos and the journal. Could it be possible that this was all true?

It was true that Felicity was unlike any other patient I had ever encountered. There was even some physical evidence to collaborate the theory, but more tests would have to be done to confirm this. To be fully understood this whole rejuvenating molting process needed to be researched. A rational explanation could be formulated—it must be! But as I sat across the dining room table from this exquisitely beautiful and beguiling creature, I watched her large blue eyes soak up my every movement, and look deeply into my eyes as if trying to read my mind. Then I noticed her glistening complexion, the warm blush of her clear perfect skin, the seductive surge of her breasts clasped deliciously together in red satin. Suddenly my need for rational explanations seemed to be pretty inconsequential, compared to the urgent needs and wants of this enchanting young woman sitting so close to me trembling with desire.

“There’s something else,” she said in a soft intimate voice. “I am in love with you so desperately that I can’t think of anything else. You are the strongest man I have ever met. No one has ever been able to not fuck me. I want you so badly but I realised when you held me before that the feeling we both felt wasn’t just sexual.”

Her words were reaching inside to caress my soul. Patients often imagine falling in love with their therapists, confusing our professional interest and concern for the love that is missing from their lives. I had encountered this before several times and dealt with it quickly and efficiently. But as I sat across from Felicity, the feelings she was expressing exuded verisimilitude—the truth, a plain and simple reality. At first her confession of love charmed me but then it forced me to quickly examine my own feelings. I had to readily admit an indisputable attraction to her as she stood up across the table from me, the brevity of her sleepwear drawing my immediate attention. That I wanted her greatly could not be denied as I felt my body quake with an intense sexual arousal. The dreams I have been having ever since meeting her had grown incredibly deep and romantic and were highly charged with a ripened sexuality. I felt something for her, but was it love? I was about to vocalize my thoughts when she walked around the table, stood in front of me, and spoke.

“I’m firing you as my doctor as of five minutes ago. I know what is happening now thanks to you! I want you to make love to me now. I know you want me and perhaps you feel love for me too. I love you!”

The urgent passion in her words drew me from my seat. She melted into my arms and our mouths sought out each other’s. It was a long sweet kiss that flowed in torrents of heat down deep into my belly. There was a lingering taste of her wetness on her lips that sent shivers down my spine. Although, my body had responded to the heat of her sexuality, I felt inside that it wasn’t mere sex that was drawing us together. Maybe it was the kind of love that I had thought would never be mine, one that transcended rational understanding, and must simply be accepted and enjoyed. Felicity led me by the hand past the somnambulant paramedics to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and approached me. “Make love to me darling. I want you. I ache for you!”

The weight of her words told me that this was not just some game of seduction. There was no need for research and therapy now. We were no longer Doctor and patient; she was an incredibly sexy woman and I was just a man, consumed with a lustful desire for her. She wanted me as much as every fiber of my being wanted her. Her delicate fingers ran up over the front of my shirt, popping free the buttons and peeling the soft linen from my warm body. I leaned in to kiss her neck and shoulders as she worked open my belt and trousers and let them fall in a puddle around my ankles. Her hands glided over the front of my silk boxers, petting the throbbing profile of my erection. She hummed as she leaned toward me and submitted to my tender loving kisses along her neck and shoulders. Her hand stroked me through the silk of my shorts until my body shook from the supreme arousal that had seized me.

My hands swept up along her body from her waist, over the soft sheen of her red satin baby doll gown, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric. I was touching her as I had never touched a woman before. Of course I had been with several women before, touching and caressing them, but this felt different, like I was exploring an untouched continent. Her sumptuous breasts filled my hands completely, her heaving flesh pressing into my fingers, the sharp points of her erect nipples raking my palms.

Felicity pushed at my shorts, easing them down from my hips until they fell to the floor. I kicked off my deck shoes along with my shorts and trousers and stood before her completely naked. I felt the warmth of her hands on my bare flesh, moving lightly over my belly and buttocks, my stomach and chest and up to cradle my face.

“Eat me darling,” she pleaded.

“Yes, yes …” I answered, dropping my hands from her breasts to her hips. I kissed along her beautifully sculpted neck, flicking my tongue around her ear and nibbling on her ear lobe. I eased a hand over the mound of her sex, cupping it with my palm and fingers. I could feel the intense heat and dampness of her full arousal soaking through the sheer thin satin.

“Doctor … Doctor …” Felicity murmured as my fingers ran up and down along her damp slit. She shivered when I fondled her clitoris, moaning and sighing deeply. It felt as if she was cumming with each stroke of my fingers.

“I want you, Felicity. I want you so much!” I murmured as my kisses descended from her neck down over her chest, pausing near her breasts to suckle and nibble each nipple to divine hardness as I sank to my knees. The scent of her arousal filled me with a drunken ardor and I pressed my mouth forward against her satin-covered pussy. She fell back onto her bed and I dove down between her legs, kissing and licking and nibbling her sweet sex through the drenched satin panel of her panties. When Felicity erupted in a huge quaking orgasm, I pulled her panties aside and renewed my oral onslaught with my fingers joining the fray.

Felicity lifted up her legs and wound them around my neck and shoulders, her hips grinding against me in a hard circular pattern. She gushed profusely each time she climaxed, offering her sexual elixir to my parched mouth. The more she came, drenching my palate, the more eager I became. I had never experienced such an intense feeling. Surely, I had pleased many women before owing greatly to my advanced knowledge of female anatomy, but Felicity’s response went far beyond any I had ever known. With each orgasm, she was renewed and her energetic passion increased measure by measure, and I was only more pleased to continue unabated. When her body was finally consumed by a huge orgasm, I backed away and watched as her body fell limply against the sheets, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.

There was an unusual feeling burbling inside me, for although Felicity had been the one to experience an orgasm, I felt almost as if I had done so myself. Not that I was sated in any way because my throbbing erection waggled between my legs as I crawled up onto the bed on my hands and knees, suspending my body just above hers. I bent down and nuzzled my face between her heaving breasts. I pulled at the tie of her baby doll behind her neck and brushed it down baring her breasts completely. Her taut pink nipples were puckered tightly and stood up proudly from the firm blushing mounds of her breasts. I felt my glans bump against the damp rise of her sex.

“I want you inside me, Doctor,” Felicity pleaded. “Make love to me. Mmm-mmm! You’re soo big, so hard. You make me sooo horny!” She reached for my cock and guided it toward her pussy, rubbing it against her over the sodden panel of red sating that covered her. I felt my cock throb as she toured her sex with my cock, up and down the slit, around and around her clit. Grasping me firmly, she pushed her panties aside and placed my cock head at her hot wet entrance. With a firm steady pressure, Felicity offered her sex to me, the drenched folds of her pussy stretching and parting, welcoming me to the hot wet channel of her love. A great shiver rumbled through my body as I felt my way inside, her body clenching tightly around my throbbing shaft.

“Oh my god, you feel so good! Make love to me, Konrad! Let’s live in heaven! Love me! Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes!”

“Yes, Felicity! Yes! Let’s make love!” I said in surrendering to the impulse of the moment. With her acceptance of my penetration I felt transformed, no longer her doctor constrained by my oath and bridled by professional reticence and reluctance and restraint; I was her willing lover, eager and excited and enflamed with a huge uncontrollable passion.

With each move of my body, she moaned and cried out, her body thrashing against the sheets with a mad release of passion. Felicity clung to me as her body writhed and wriggled. My arms dipped down around her shoulders, pulling her supple body against my relentless thrusts. Within minutes our bodies had worked their way across the bed until her head hung down over the side. I pulled her back up onto the bed, kneeling between her legs and raising her long lovely legs straight up thus lifting her hips up to engage her pussy with my cock. She hooked her ankles around my neck and looked up at me with those liquid blue eyes of hers.

“You want me to fuck you, Felicity? You want me to fuck you hard and fast?” I blurted out with a sudden vigorous virility. The sound of my coarse language seemed to ignite her passion.

“Oh god yes, Doctor! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh yes!”

I seized the moment and thrust my hips forward, rocking them back and forth with a wild rhythm as I drew my cock in and out of her glistening pussy. She clamped herself snuggly around my shaft, feeling every inch of my cock moving in and out of her gushing depths. The sight of her gorgeous body sprawled before me, the scintillating scent of our sexual union, the grinding heat of our engagement, the sweet slurpy sound of her sex, and the randy taste of sex in the air sent wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.

Felicity seemed to build up to a grand orgasm through a series of smaller ones, each one greater than the one before, until her body was wracked with a tremendous shuddering explosion, her cunt releasing a tide of moisture. On the heels of each great orgasm, we scrambled into a new position, starting slowly and building up to a furious climax of sweaty humping; she on her side, legs together; then me on the bottom, she riding magnificently on top; then she on her hands and knees, me thrusting madly from behind; then spooning sensuously side by side. This last position sent us tumbling from the bed into a pile of limbs and bedcovers on the floor.

“Doctor, I want you in every way!” she cried urgently, climbing on top of me, her mouth descending toward my glistening erection. “I want to taste you!”

As her mouth greeted my cock with warm breaths of air and sweet tender licks and kisses, I maneuvered her hips so that the sumptuous slit of her sex was positioned right before my face. Holding her sodden panties aside, wetness dripped from the pinkness of her pussy and the tight rosebud of her anus beckoned my attention. I lapped at her slash firmly, from the hard little pale button of her clit, up along the trembling ridges of her labia, to the sensitive knot of her ass. My hands caressed the firm cheeks of her ass and playfully smacked them, eliciting a sharp response from Felicity, who cried out with great pleasure. Just as I began to lick and nibble furiously on her labia, Felicity took my cock deep into her mouth, sucking me so hard that my head fell back from the intense pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Felice!” I cried out as she began to bob her head up and down. I could feel the vibrations as she hummed while sucking on my cock. “Sweet Jesus!”

Then I lifted my head back up and went at her pussy and ass with renewed vigor, licking and sucking her clit deep into my mouth, and fingering her enflamed slit and sweet tight asshole. I felt her fingers raking against the tight sack of my balls, fondling them for a while and then the luxury of her tongue licking them and the heat of her mouth as she sucked them inside. All the while, her hand stroked my slick hard shaft expertly.

“Are you going to cum for me Doctor?” she asked just before taking my cock deep inside her mouth again. Her intense suction and the wiggling of her tongue were bringing me close to cresting.

“I’m close, Felice … very close,” I growled as my hips rocked up involuntarily.

“Mmm! Mmm!” she hummed and bobbed her head up and down on my cock while her fingers fondled and lightly squeezed my balls.

When I felt my semen begin its push a huge wave of pleasure thundered through me. Felicity could feel it coming and caught the first eruption in her mouth.

“Oh, god!” I cried out upon feeling the splendid ecstasy of my orgasm. There was a blinding light that seemed to pierce the room as all of my sexual tensions exploded and were released. My body began to tremble and shake as Felicity suckled my spurting cock and drank each drop of ejaculate.

“Mmm, Doctor,” Felicity cooed as she lapped at the last dribbles she milked from my member. “It has been a long time for you, hasn’t it!”

“A long time … since I felt anything … like this,” I said as my breathing was still fast and shallow. “In fact … never before … have I felt like this,” I confessed.

“And there is more to come, too,” Felicity said, moving off my body and kneeling beside me. She stroked my hardy erection with her delicate little hand. “Look at you, still ready to go!”

I was amazed that she was correct. At my age, I normally would have needed some time to recover before resuming, but I felt so invigorated by her presence and her touch that I was ready to go now.

“It would be a shame to waste that now wouldn’t it?” I remarked as she stroked my long hard slick cock. When she squeezed the head and bent down to flicker her tongue around the cap, I felt as if we had just begun, and my cock was begging for more action. I pulled her back onto my body, my eager cock probing toward the split of her legs.

“Can I get a drink first?” Felicity asked with an impish grin.

I nodded and watched as she got up and scampered into the bathroom. I got up and followed her delighting in the sight of her standing at the sink taking a long drink of water. I sidled up to her and pulled at the red satin halter that had settled around her waist. Felicity set down her glass and raised her arms so that I could pull it off her. Then I slipped my hands down over her body, digging my fingers under the tiny elastic band of her panties and pushed them down her legs and off. The sight of her completely naked sent a new surge of arousal through my body and my cock throbbed with desire.

Felicity leaned forward onto the sink basin and spread her legs. I stood beside her and let my cock find its way between her legs. Looking down, it was a delicious sight as my rigid cock slipped between the lush curves of her ass. She moaned as I entered her pussy and buried myself completely inside her. The large mirrors in her bath afforded us both a view of the ensuing action. She looked absolutely gorgeous, the full swell of her breasts swaying with each rocking thrust of our bodies, her clear blue eyes filled with an incredible look of lust, her blonde hair swirling seductively about her face. I held her hips firmly and rocked her hard and fast.

“Doctor … Doctor … Oh, Doc … Fuck me! Oh god, yes!” she screamed.

I had lost all sense of control and was simply responding to my instincts, slamming my body against hers, pinning her against the sink. Our bodies were hot and drenched in perspiration. Without missing a stroke, I reached my hands up to cup her swaying breasts, pinching and pulling her taut hard nipples, Making Felicity moan loudly. When I sent a hand down over her belly to finger her clit, she screamed and erupted in a huge orgasm. While humping her furiously, my cock popped out of her pussy and rode up the split of her ass and bumped against her asshole.

“Oh god, Konrad!” she cried out, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Do you want this?” I asked as I rubbed the head of my cock against her anus. “Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?”

 

[xtcnymphette]

"Oh God yes, please! fuck my tight little asshole with your BIg Old cock Mmmmmm, do me." She panted urgently.

Konrad slid his cock around her pussy gathering the wetness that trickled onto his cock. She was so wet, so deliciously moist. As he rolled his cock over her opening he worked a finger into her tight little ass and she began to breath heavily with an excitement he had not yet seen or heard before. She shivered, quivering as if she was poised to suck him into her again this time into her hot ass. He looked down at the firm round pert peaches of her buns and his cock throbbed insistently as it became slick with her prlentiful juices. He slid a second finger into her ass hole and began to move them inside her as his cock grew even more and beacme so hard and taut that it was painful.

"MMMmmmmm Put it in me darling! Fuck my asshole. Do me hard and fast."

She wiggled her hot ass as he pulled his fingers from her and slid the head of his cock to her opening. It was tight and felt like it was pulsing around his flesh as he began to slide into her a short distance. He paused and let her gyrate appreciatively around his throbbing cock. She purred like a kitten and moaned long and low in appreciation. he slid further inside her and with each length of flesh moving fruther inside her she began to shiver and moan more and more until she began a long build up to a climax. He felt her hot ass tightly clamp around his throbbing aching cock and began to fuck her just like she begged for. Hard ! Fast Deep! until he slammed her relentlessly.

Her cries filled the air this was like no other orgasm he had experienced with her. She turned around and they twisted to kiss urgently she shook like a leaf and vibrated with pleasure until she exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. he felt his cock being sucked deep into her ass. The immense pleasure she exhibited seemed to spill over and make his cock feel like he was inside a vibrating wet velvet glove that pulled and shivered around him. He felt his own explosion welling up inside him. he saw the white light of pleasure make him almost lose consciousness. he reached around and fondled her exquisite tits and blindly groped at her clit, he kissed her or rather they moaned into each others mouths as the orgasm gripped them both and the flood of his jism began to pump into her. Their mutual pleasure combined in a flood of endorphins. Both bodies shivering and moaning uncontrollably. They collapsed over the bathroom bench and lay locked together as heavenly pleasure crashed on them like waves repeatedly. Her hot ass sucking at his cum like a baby drinks her mother's milk. There were no throughts, no words only pleasure and more plesaure until pleasure became normality.

They lay shivering in bliss for almost an hour until their senses returned to them. Konrads cock began to shrivel and he reluctantly pulled from her and staggered to his feet exhausted. Felicity on the other hand looked energised. She positively glowed with radiant beauty, her beauitiful naked body so alluring that Konrad felt desire but dispaointed that he could not keep up with her needs. She kissed him sweetly and longingly and he ran his hands over her delicious contours enjoying the silken feel of her skin and the sumptuous curve of her hips, ass and breasts.

" Come back to bed you need some rest darling. We can play some more when you're ready." She cooed and she took his hand and led him to the bedroom once more.

" But you need to be satisfied my darling" His altruism showed through.

" Konrad, you are the most exquisite lover I've ever had. Your cum inside me makes me feel like this. MMmmmmm in my pussy, in my mouth and now in my ass darling you're the best I ever had." She kissed him again and he fondled her knowing his cock was not yet able to do anything for her and knowing how desirable she was. His mind flickered bac k to when he had watched her seduce the surrogate and how horny he was watching her and a thought entered his head.

" Felicity, I know you want more can you show me how you seduce two men and let me wcth as they both enter you?" he looked outside the bedroom door hearing the breathing of the two paramedics. She knew what he meant!

"Only if you let me suck your cock when they do me. I dont care if its not fully hard I want you in me when I feel pleasure now."

Konrad kissed her and fondled her breasts and let his fingers touch her wet pussy once more. he manipulated her clit to another orgasm as they kissed.

"Ok here goes darling I'll have to wake them up with a little mouth magic but I think they'll do what you want."

She got out of the bed and stood to walk to the lounge room where the two men lay semi comotose or sleeping each marked by the swollen balls that seemed to be manufacturing semen at an accellerated rate. Konrad looked at his own balls and saw the same. One man lay on a lounge chair the other on a sofa. She nestled between the legs of the man on the sofa. he was a ba big afro American man and even his slack cock was impressive. She took it into her mouth and he stirred moaning as she slid her tongue over it and as it firmed and grew he woke and began to stroke her blonde hair.

She stopped sucking him when his cock was hard and stood up and walked across the the other man and knelt down to do the same to him. The black man took his own cock in hand as he watched her bring the other man to life in moments.

She stradled him on the couch and slid his cock into her slick wet pussy and bounced on him as the black man stodd over them masturbating. She leaned forward and wiggled her pert ass as she consumed the other mans cock in her pussy. he lay there shivering and moaning and thrusting up at her as a reflex action.

" Fuck my tight ass hole with that beutiful black cock." She cooed as her first orgasm hit her.

She leaned forward and the black man eagerly sought her delectable ass and wasted not time in entereing her as they alternated their thrusts between her pussy and ass. her screams became blood curdlling. Konrad was transfixed. never in his professional career had he seen someone seduce men so easily, so quickly , so completely. he wanted her so badly he ached and the twinges of life came back to his cock.

Konrad let me suck your cock darling NOW!" she screamed urgently as the two men fucked her hard and fast grunting and maonaing as her lithe body controted in sexual desire consumed by a need more powerful than was humany possible. Konrad positioned himself so she could take his cock in her mouth and three sets of hands wandered her body as three cocks filled her holes. Konrad felt his linmp cock spring to life. It was more sexy that anything he had ever felt. Each man occupied her hole completely thrusting their hard distorted cocks into her as she screamed muffled by the cock in her mouth. No sense of synchrony was mainatianed all entered her at their pleasure until she became a mass of quivering desire. Each man moaned like hungry animals with ever increasing desire to consume her until all came simultaneously into her the balc man pumping his hugeness into her hot ass. the other man filling her steaming pussy and Konrad felt himself white out again as his load pumped into her mouth and she swallowed.

The next thing Konrad knew he was on the phone to his secretary to cancel his weeks appointments. The paramedics were gone and Felicity was beside him dressed in anothe sexy negligee a stunning hot pink floor lengthed halter with no panties that hugged her glorious body like second skin. He felt an overwhelming desire to eat her pussy he wanted to do nothing else but fuck her for the rest of the week.

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

The warmth of the sun falling across the rumpled bedcovers and splashing onto my naked body roused me. I was drowsy mentally coming out of my dream, but my body felt refreshed, tingling almost, my penis lengthened into a beautiful hard-on. If only she were here with me. Yes, she, the girl of my dreams. Felicity, yes! I looked around but there was no sight of her, just a faint scent of perfume and sex on my sheets. I reached over beside me and caressed the silken sheets but there was no trace of the warmth of her body. Maybe the last few days were a dream. Maybe she was a dream.

I made my way down to the kitchen, not even bothering to dress. It looked as if I had hosted a huge party. There were numerous used glasses and cups around and some stacks of dirty dishes. I filled up the dishwasher and began to wash the utensils. I felt a tingling shudder through my body, and a bright vivid image popped into my mind.

She stands at the sink, a trim blonde girl in a skimpy pink tank top and snug white shorts. I see the surging outline of her breasts underneath the top, the sharp points of her taut nipples protruding, and the supple curvature of her mouthwatering ass. I move up behind her, press my hips against the firm curves of her butt and reach around to cup her breasts with both hands. She moans and leans back against me, grinding her ass against the rising erection in my pants. She pulls off her tank top and tosses it aside giving me access to her bare tits. Soon, I have her shorts down at her ankles and her silky pink panties pulled aside and I’m taking her hard and fast from behind …

I shook my head and the dreamy erotic image disappeared. The coffee that I had started was finished and I filled a tall mug and carried it out to the deck. It was a sunny late summer day and the warmth felt great on my bare skin. I carried my coffee down to the pool and stepped down onto the first step to sit on the edge, swishing my feet and ankles in the water. I glanced around the yard, noting how the forsythia bushes needed to be trimmed before winter. When I looked back to the shimmering blue pool, my mind was filled with another flickering image.

I sit on the edge of the pool as she moves up between my legs, her long slim fingers snaking up the leg of my swim trunks. She smiles impishly as her fingers curl around the girth of my growing erection and jerks me to full attention. She withdraws her hands and lowers my trunks. Emerging from the water she captures my long hard cock in the warm wet valley between her firm bare breasts. In the flickering splash of the water I see that she is completely naked. She lowers her mouth to suck on my cock for several long delicious minutes. Then she pulls me into the water and we splash and play like laughing children until she floats onto her back and I wrap her legs around my hips and enter her sweet sex and we dance our own erotic water ballet …

The sound of a neighbor’s lawn mower rattles the vision from my head. Remnants of my crazy dreams, I tell myself and stand up and go inside. With the kitchen cleaned up I refilled my coffee cup and sauntered into the great room. I arranged the pillows on the couch and sofa and cleared off the newspapers and magazines from the tables and floor. When I started to stack them in the polished brass rack I’m filled with another vision.

She lies on the edge of the sofa, one legs up on the cushion the other leg kneeling down on the floor. She glances over her shoulder back at me, her skirt raised, her sheer white boy-short panties clinging tightly to her every curve, the puffy mound of her pussy clearly visible. She beckons me to her and I fall to my knees, my lips and tongue making their way slowly up her long shapely legs and thighs until they reach the mound of her sex and my nose nestles in the sumptuous cleft of her ass. She shivers as I lick and nibble her through the panties. My tongue circles the hard nub of her clit and flickers against it violently. Wild cries spill from her lips and the sweet juice of her sex gushes from her pussy. “Fuck me, Konrad! Please, fuck me!”

Like the others, this dream is short-lived and I shake it from my head. Where have I been for the last week? Or has this all been a dream? I shrugged at the lack of an answer and moved off through the house. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the disarray of the dining room table. I reset the candles into their holders and straightened the lace tablecloth. I gathered up the rumpled napkins. Then a vivid image erupted in my mind and I am lost in another dream.

Sitting at the head of the table, I look to the other end and see her smiling as we toast each other. She lifts her glass of Merlot and sips. All through dinner she teases me, her words provocative, her gestures salacious, and her grin purely sexual. With dinner finished, she daps at her full rouged lips with the napkin and tosses it aside. With a feline grace she crawls up onto the long dining table and on her hands and knees she crawls across the table to me. The full swell of her breasts sways against the silky black fabric of her short cocktail dress. Pushing my dinner plate aside, she sits on the table in front of me, a foot resting on each of my thighs, the hem of her dress rising up to reveal that she isn’t wearing panties, as only a trim patch of soft fine blonde curls decorates the mound of her sex. Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to her pussy, and I bury my face between her legs, my lips closing around her clit, my tongue lapping madly at her slit …

When the heated visage fades from my mind, I wandered upstairs and headed to the shower. Nothing like the smack of a good heady shower to catch me up to reality! I stepped inside and felt the burst of fresh water strike me in the face and cascade down my body. I turned and let the shower rinse me fully before reaching for the shampoo. I took the bottle in hand and flipped the cap. The musky fragrance reinforced the masculine temper of my feelings. With the shampoo setting up, I grasped the soap and began washing my body, neck shoulders and chest. When I reached my genitals, my hand transforms into her hand and I am lost again in a vision.

She leans with both arms against the shower wall. “Fuck me, Konrad! Please, fuck me deep and hard!” Her pleas do not go unrewarded, for I move up behind her, my erection refreshed and revitalized and insistently urgent. Her cries ring in my head as I enter her slowly and surely, feeling each inch of my cock push up into her hot wet cunt. My body does everything that she asks and fulfills each request of my own spirit. I press her firmly against the tile wall, her firm warm breasts mashed against the ceramic tile, her head tossed back, her damp blonde locks clinging to her shoulders and back, her back arched and her ass pushing back harshly against my belly …

I stumbled out of the shower and toweled off. This was some sort of dream from which I was emerging. I had never known in my life the kind of intensity of which these dreams were made. I laughed at myself for feeling that it could have possibly been otherwise. Then while I dressed, I reached back on the bed to grab my shorts, but my hand delved down into the covers and I felt something soft and silky. Pulling it free, I look at it and grin. It’s Felicity’s night gown—if you can call it that. Black and sheer and embroidered with lovely red rosebuds, I remembered seeing her wearing it as she reclined on the bed, and how I had crawled onto the bed and aggressively ripped the flimsy garment from her gorgeous body.

With this, I remembered back to meeting Felicity in my office, our first sessions, the surrogate experiment, my eventual “firing.” Had I actually taken the week off and spent it with Felicity? Then Miss Huffmeister’s voice rang in my ears. “Very well, Doctor. I hope that you have an enjoyable week. Shall I be permitted to take my own vacation as well?”

What had we done? There is our rendezvous at Luigi Monticelli’s restaurant where we enjoy a fresh Nouveaux Beaujolais, shrimp scampi, and then for dessert meet in the third stall of the ladies restroom, where, with her skirt pushed up, her panties at her knees and my trousers and shorts at my ankles we fuck like rutting animals in heat, and the experience is nothing short of amazing! I drive her home to my place and after we kiss and touch each other in the car, we make it only as far as the hood of my Audi, before Felicity lies back onto the warm gleaming blue metallic bonnet and pulls her panties aside and begs me to fuck her long and slow and sexy. And how incredible that is, our minds saturated with a supernatural lust, our bodies overwhelmed by a flurry of sweaty thrusts and parries, until in that brilliant moment of blinding light we erupt in a sumptuous simultaneous orgasm!

I shook myself but the realization had set in. These were not dreams, but real, very real, and my body felt the full effect of their having happened, the mysterious mix of satisfaction and rejuvenation. When I dressed and went downstairs, I noticed an errant shadow on the wall of the foyer. It was a red lacy bra, very brief, very sexy, and very much what Felicity had been wearing the afternoon we had returned from the grocery and we had managed to get only the perishables inside before a kiss led to a caress, and the caress led to an astounding fuck on the stairway.

It had gotten late in the day and I began to prepare dinner. My mind was swirling with thoughts of Felicity. Would I ever see her again? Would this numbing sense of loneliness that I felt while she was gone ever be chased away again? I slumped onto the couch and looked outside longingly. Every scene that I had replayed in my mind came back to haunt me again. I ran my hands through my hair and pounded my fists on my head. I threw my arms out to the side and asked out loud, “What is happening to me?”

Then I thrust my hands down to my side and went to push myself up from the soft leather sofa. My fingertips felt something buried down in the gap of the cushion. I pulled it up and laughed. A ridiculously dainty pair of white panties with pink trim dangled from my hand, still damp with her cum and mine. I clutched the scrap of silk with both hands and buried my face in them. What a wondrous musky scent, the delicious mingling of our aromas! Yet, with all of these memories twirling through my head, like a strangely erotic merry-go-round, I felt weirdly alone. When a pot on the stove boiled over, I got up to attend and then I heard the sound of a key scraping in the lock of the front door.

“Hallo? Konrad? Are you here?”

It was Felicity’s voice.

“Yes, love, in here, putting together some dinner,” I replied delightedly. I turned and looked from the kitchen toward the foyer and saw Felicity approaching hand in hand with a tall and beautiful young brunette.

“You’re returning to your work tomorrow, so I thought we might have a little celebration tonight,” Felicity said, taking her companion’s hand and pulling her up to introduce her. “Konrad, this is Jennifer.”

“Hello, Jennifer,” I said, taking her hand in mine and shaking it politely.

“Hello, Konrad,” she said in a breathy sexy voice. “I just love your house. The cut fieldstone and redwood timbers! It’s beautiful!”

“Thank you, Jennifer,” I said with a modest smile. Felicity set down several shopping bags on the counter and began to look through them. “So where did you two meet?”

“We met at the mall this morning at Victoria’s Secret and ended up spending the entire day together. What do you think, darling? A suitable replacement for the one you ripped off of me last night?” Felicity asked. She had retrieved a black satin flyaway baby doll with red rose petals embroidered on the cups, and held it up to her. I nodded with prurient approval. When she held up the scandalously tiny matching panties I could only groan in anticipation of seeing her wear the outfit. Felicity grinned and continued. “Anyway, after I told Jennifer about our week together and how you had to go back to work tomorrow, we sort of came up with the idea of a celebration.”

“So just what are we celebrating?” I asked, pulling the steaks up from the marinade and setting them out on a plate ready for the grill outside.

“The last day of your vacation. Always to end it with a bang,” Felicity winked.

The girls moved into an embrace and tilted their faces together for a kiss. Seeing the taller dark haired Jennifer kissing Felicity sent a shiver of arousal through me. Just as Felicity was trim and petite, Jennifer was slightly fuller of figure, with a dark exotic Latin look and exquisite yet supple curves. The sight of their mouths opening and their tongues touching was incredibly exciting. As their hands began to move and explore each other’s body, I felt my own body tremble.

Felicity reached out and grasped my arm, pulling me toward them. She kissed me, then Jennifer kissed me. Our arms wound around each other as we shared a joint kiss, our three mouths and tongues brushing and touching as our hands caressed the bodies of our companions. When Jennifer’s hand found its way to my crotch, she hummed.

“Mmm, I see what you mean, Felice,” Jennifer remarked, her fingers gripping me through the khaki of my shorts. “He is a very generous man … in more ways than one.”

“And that is only the tip of the iceberg,” Felicity chuckled. Then she leaned up to kiss my cheek near my ear. “You don’t mind, do you darling, that I brought a friend home?” she whispered.

“No, not at all,” I answered, looping an arm around each of them. “Now, if you don't mind, all I have to do is grill the beef tenderloin and dinner will be ready, ladies. There’s plenty to go around.”

“I’m famished!” Felicity declared.

“So am I,” Jennifer added.

“Then let’s pour some wine and make this a truly outstanding evening!” I suggested.

 

[xtcnymphette]

Felicity had discovered the secret of her sexuality and her desire for Konrad grew more ravenous daily. Each day she would rise and dress seductively in scanty lingerie and revaling dresses and tops. Some days she was naked but each day she waken him with a kiss that betrayed the taste and scent oof her exotic pussy juice. An aphrodisiac so enchanting that he was enevitably drawn to touch her. Some days he attacked her ever damp pussy with his fingers bringing her to countless orgasms then without exception he buried himself between her silken legs and drank from her with a thirst that drove him to make the sound of her orgasms a permanent part of the sound scape and the taste and scent of her explosion like a drug that he had to consume in ever increasing quantities. His balls were swollen beyond recognition with the sperm he would need to cum in her so many times each day. The taste of her sent him wild with desire and made his cock more enormous, hard and distorted every day. She worshipped his cock as if it was an alter where all sources of her sustainance lay.

Each day she drew him to her he entered her ever tight and eternally wet pussy from every imaginable angle. He fucked her delectable ass like a wild man. She sucked his cock to explosion repeatedly in every room of his house where they had returned from their similar sex crazed moments at her house almost a week ago, Each time he came he felt as if her body drew him into her and sucked at his copious sperm like an elphant sucking water through a trunk. The orgasms that gripped her would escalate to the point where whatever opening he occupied she beacme a frenzied wild cat scratching at him and moaning uncontrollably. her pussy and ass would close around his cock pulsing, she vibrated with energy and he felt each of her tremors close around his cock and the build up to his own orgasm was beyond comprehension when it happened and his orgasm seemed to last for and eternity. The last orgasm of the day that sucked the last droplets of his cum from his tired and battered balls always made him pass into a dreamlike half sleep state where he mpved from a vibrating pulsing mass of endorphins to a blissful sleep. Only to wake again the next day to start again. Felicity was obsessed with teasing, fucking and sucking him and he never tired of her exquisite body and her unbelievably hot sex.

Felicity had met Jennifer while buying more lingerie they had masturbated together in the change room and Jennifer like most people could not resist Felicity's invitation to join her fucking Konrad. While Konrad made them all a gourmet meal the girls stood in the hallway stripping off their day clothing seductively, kissing each other and fondling. The tease was overpowering each put on their latest lingerie. felicity the miniscule black babydoll that hugged her superb breasts into a seductive cleavage and revealed her exquisite ass to perfection framed in sweteet tiny string bikini panties. Jennifer in a red satin bustier that thrust forward her large luscious breasts and emphasised her curvaceous hips and long shapely legs.

By the time Konrad served the meal he was so hard that he could barely walk.

"Jennifer darling I think Konrad needs to be a little more relaxed could you help him out of his pants and maybe help yourself to an entree while you do."

Jennifer helped Konrad lay the table and as he placed the last dish on the table she undid his belt and helped him out of his trousers. They kissed longingly as she touched her palm to his thick hard cock and sighed apreciatively. From the table he could hear the sound of Felicity masturbating. Jennifer slid to her knees and took his cock in her mouth and Felicity stepped onto a chair and stood on the table positioning her pussy where Konrad could eat her through the soft black silk panties. Konrad feasted on her plentiful juices as Jennifer slid her wet mouth over his hard cock. In moments Felicity came sending gushes of juice spraying Konrad's face. She climbed off the table into his arms and kissed him while Jennifer continued to suck at his cock until he erupted spraying her. felicity dropped tobeside jennifer and licked at his cock and let her pass his juices to her in french kisses wwhile Konrad moaned appreciatively.

Dinner followed with each course one of the women was brought to orgasm by Konrad's nimble fingers. Finally they retired to the longe room where Jennifer and Felicity began to eat each other voraciously.

" As soon as one of us comes Konrad darling give us that wonderful cock."

Jennifer screamed the house down as Felicity ate her wetness voraciously. Konrad wasted not time moving up behind her and entering her lusciousness aand using his long hard thick cock to make her shiver with pleasure thrsuting into her hot wet cunt like a wild man as Felicity sucked her to ecstacy. When Felicity came he pulled from Jennifer and entered his hearts desire swiftly and deeply. Fucking her to repeated orgasms. They changed locations and he fucked both heir hot asses finally cumming a motherload inside Felicity. Then again as both girls sucked at his distorted member he came over their faces and watched blissfully as Felicity lapped at his cream like a starving kitten. Each time he came after a short rest and some more teasing the girls took him into their hot orifaces repeatedly. The continuous sound of moanaing screaming orgasms filled the air. Sometimes they were like wildcats on heat others so tender and gentle that orgasms came with featherlike touches and caresses so gentle as to send shivers through them. Each time Konrad came he entered the dream state. All that filled the dream was visions of her exquisite body, the lkuscious taste of her juices, the exhillerating scent of her body and sex and the constant rush of endorphins that filled every sense. The pleasure was unimaginably intense and lasted so long as to feel like any sense of normality would be lost without it. he carved it like the most addictive drug and sought to make each touch, each caress, every hot, sweet sexy moment better than the last.

" Konrad do you know you are the only man I have ever fucked so often and so long? Do you know I love you deeply and want you so badly every moment Im with you?"

The next day when Konrad awoke he was completely alone. He had passed out exhausted at about 3am after fucking the two women for so long he didnt remember. he only remembered the exquisite orgasm that carried him into the deep sleep that filled with her scent and touch and image. he knew she had gone- perhaps forever. he was too exhausted to think. A dull ache filled his shattered balls and his shrivelled cock. He was completely spent.

 

[Miltone]

Konrad Binkenfelter, Ph. D.

“Dr. Binkenfelter, I have the social science editor of the New York Times on the line. Do you have a moment for her?” Miss Huffmeister called out from the outer room of our suite at the Four Seasons.

“But I’m overdue at the book signing,” I answered flustered while attempting to perfectly knot my Carlo Palazzi necktie. “And this … this tie simply won’t cooperate!”

“Allow me, Doctor,” said Miss Huffmeister as she strolled into my room a moment later. “I took a message and said that you would return her call later.”

I smiled as her ice-blue eyes narrowed and her long pale fingers expertly arranged my necktie and snugged it perfectly into place. She smiled, quite pleased with her efforts.

“Thank you, Ingrid. You’ve been such a big help during this entire tour.”

“You’ve had such important things on your mind in the past year,” Miss Huffmeister replied, straightening my lapels. “It’s always been my job to make sure the small details are properly attended to.”

It had been a busy year, incredibly busy. Amazing things happening in my private practice. Some astounding research that led to a new book that was flying off bookshelves worldwide. And all capped off by this book tour, unprecedented by the usual standards for psychoanalytic tomes. All the big cities, four star hotels and restaurants, signings at the most prestigious bookstores, and most of all, the accolades of my most revered associates. The emails and telegrams, the phone calls, the adulation of the press. I was riding a tide of public adulation that was usually reserved for the likes of John Grisham and Steven King. But with all of this, there was something missing, someone missing, the source of inspiration for all of this heady success.

It had been over a year since I last saw Felicity Fountaine. At first it was difficult, almost painful to work through each day without her. Once having known the incredible satisfaction of being with her, everything else paled by comparison. To compensate I threw myself into my work. I reconnected with my patients with a renew enthusiasm that startled my associates as well as my patients.

Having found a complete sexual satisfaction, I found myself relating to my patients in an entirely different way. I discovered that I had always sort of looked down upon my patients and their various sexual disorders and dysfunctions, perhaps due to what I now saw as my own bitter and profound sexual frustration. After emerging from my relationship with Felicity, I felt renewed in my desire to help those who came to me and began to treat them with an understanding that deeply surprised but delighted me.

I was finally able to break through Mr. Mendoza’s darkly obsessive behavior through the experimental use of sexual stimulation and he and his long-suffering wife were now expecting their first child any day. With a revolutionary new treatment, Mrs. Clinestatler’s husband was finally able to sate her insistent sex drive and had salvaged their marriage. Through some intense analysis, I discovered that Mr. Wilson’s severe penis envy was based on a repressed childhood incident involving his older brother and a baseball bat. Figure that one!

There were other striking achievements. But the most important was the research that I began conducting shortly after I had given up on ever seeing Felicity again. I traveled for a few weeks to Asia and Australia tracing what I came to believe were Felicity’s ancestors. The merging of mankind with the natural world was evidenced in my research. It was nature and evolution and proof that the feminine ideal—the merging of sex and sensuality and femininity—exists in every woman. And posing the possibility that some women may possess a supernatural aphrodisiac power proved to be very popular. My suggestion that nymph-like women, who renewed themselves every ten years, could exist was a little over the top for most therapists and laypeople, but nonetheless it became a popular topic on morning talk shows.

When I returned home, I spend a major portion of every evening reading every book and paper and Internet posting I could find, and an idea for a new book began to brew. With the proper measure of theory and fact I put together a treatise that examined the sexual response of modern women, and proved that nymphomania was simply an acknowledgement that women have immutable undeniable sexual desires, and that repression of those desires was a sociological crime. One had to look no further than the computer savvy generation of modern young women whose blatant acknowledgement of their sexuality and undeniable pursuit of their own pleasure was proof that the ideal existed in all women.

But all of my current publishing success was tainted in my mind by the shadowy absence of the source and inspiration (I had inscribed her name alone on the dedication page). Where was Felicity? Where had she gone? There were even moments when I doubted that she even existed. Were my remembrances dreams or real? I remembered some of the last words she ever said to me, “Konrad do you know you are the only man I have ever fucked so often and so long? Do you know I love you deeply and want you so badly every moment I’m with you?” And then she stepped away from my life.

I called her mobile and wrote her a few times but she didn’t reply. My feelings went through all sorts of stages from worry and concern to heartbreak and intense longing. I even wondered what I had done wrong for her to desert me. But with each day the pain lessened and my work became the focus of my life. It would only be in the last quiet moments of my day that I would think of Felicity and remember our incredibly astounding love affair. What is it that some maudlin poet opined, if you love something enough and let it go, that it will come back to you? In an amusing way, that was the way I had come to feel about Felicity.

And so here a year later, I was making reading for an important book signing engagement at one of New York City’s most prestigious midtown bookstores. My most capable assistant, Miss Huffmeister, made sure that my necktie was straight and patted me lightly on the chest.

“And you have done an amazing job of attending to the small details, Ingrid,” I remarked. Her icy blue eyes looked down modestly. “So shall we go?”

”Yes, Doctor, please lead the way,” she smiled, offering me her arm. I took it and we made our way down to the limousine.

I was surprised and flattered by the long line of normally nonplussed New Yorkers that threaded out of the bookstore and down the block. On the way in I felt obligated to pause for a few photographs with adoring readers. There was a flowery introduction and a brief reading and then the interminable signing. I made every attempt to personalize the signing for everyone who asked, even for those who stood in line with a half dozen copies for friends and relatives.

“Doctor, you can’t believe how reading your book has changed my life … especially my sex life,” said one mousy little woman with a blush and a giggle. She asked me to inscribe her pair of books to her daughters Sunshine and Peace.

“I couldn’t believe that a man was capable of understanding women so well,” said another woman, a rather tall and elegant and lovely woman dressed to the nines, who asked me to sign her book to Muffin (I’m still puzzling over that one).

“Is this the nymph-woman from your book?” asked one bravely brazen reader, gesturing toward Miss Huffmeister who was seated next to me.

“No, no … sorry, Miss,” I said with a chuckle as Ingrid blushed. “That woman was really something of a theory and as you can see Miss Huffmeister is quite real.”

I enjoyed the banter and kibitzing immensely, but slowly the line wound down and my wrist became fatigued. There were still a few patrons left in line and I offered to stay long enough to satisfy their requests. Miss Huffmeister counted them down to the end. As I signed off the next to last and handed the book to the grateful recipient, her voice became imbued with surprise.

“Why, Konrad. Look who’s here,” she said softly.

I looked up and saw a breathtakingly beautiful young woman. There was no mistaking the baby blue eyes, the soft waves of honey blonde hair, the pert nose and lovely pouty mouth with a provocative overbite, nor the narrow, petite shoulders and the luscious pair of breasts displayed in a mouthwatering cleavage. I was so surprised that I forgot all my manners.

“Hello, Doctor,” the young woman said. “Will you please sign my copy of your book for me?” Our fingers brushed lightly as she handed me the book and I felt a familiar jolt of electricity. “I’ve read excerpts only at this point, but can’t wait to read the rest.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” I remarked. “And to whom shall I make this out?”

“Why, Doctor, don’t tease me. You should know,” the young woman said. “To Felicity.”

“Of course,” I mumbled. “With pleasure.” And I wrote with a trembling hand:

To my dear Felicity,
the heart and inspiration of this book,
who made unraveling the mysteries of the feminine ideal the most pleasurable exploration of my life!
May all your dreams be as sweet as those you’ve brought to me!
With great love,
Konrad

I dashed off my name with a flourish and handed the book up to her. She read my inscription and smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll always treasure this.”

“No more than I, my memories of you, Felicity.”

And that was the last time I ever saw Felicity Fountaine. I was tempted to run after her, but didn’t. She had her own mysterious reasons for remaining apart and I had no choice but to accept them without question and without knowing them. I am after all, a patient man.

* * *

Epilogue: Ten years later

”Miss McKight is here to see you, Doctor,” called out Miss Huffmeister over the intercom.

“I’m ready. Send her in,” I answered. This should be interesting. A new patient, a referral named Angela McKnight. The door opened and Miss Huffmeister showed her in. The instant the girl entered my office I had the strangest sensation. She was barely eighteen years old, blonde and slim, yet with some seductive curves and the most incredible blue eyes. As she settled into a high-backed leather chair, she crossed her long shapely legs and looked me straight in the eye.

“Perhaps you could tell me why you have come to see me, Miss McKnight.”

“Well to be perfectly frank, Doctor, I’ve come to see you because I think I’m a … a nymphomaniac, if such a thing exists. You see, I have sex so frequently, so intensely and with so many men that I’m worried about whether it’s ... you know normal or healthy.”

“I have done a lot of research in this matter, Miss McKnight, and can certainly help you come to understand your sexuality.”

“Please call me Angela. I’m glad you feel that way. The truth is that I orgasm so easily and frequently, it’s almost to the point where my body is flooded with endorphins and each climax makes me more and more excited. I never get sore or tired of having sex. Normally it’s the guys who get exhausted long before I do. And when he cums in me, it’s almost like I am recharged by it. It’s hard to explain. I actually feel unbelievably alive after it.”

She uncrossed her legs and the afternoon sunlight afforded me a brief teasing view of the treasure that lie between her legs encased in a tiny scrap of sheer white silk. Leaning toward me, her firm perfect breasts straining against the thin fabric of her pastel yellow sundress, she handed me a small envelope. I took the note and opened it.

Dear Angela,

Reading this letter means that our metamorphic transformation is complete. If you ever find you need to understand who you are and what you are and your strange powerful sexual urges, contact Dr. Konrad Binkenfelter. He alone can help you understand these things and more.

Love,
Felicity

“Do you know what this means, Doctor? Can you help me?”

“Yes, Angela, I do,” I said, “Felicity was a patient of mine many, many years ago, and I worked successfully with her to understand her unique sexual nature.”

“I hope you don’t mind my saying this,” Angela said, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “And I know that this isn’t exactly right, but for some strange reason I find you very attractive and have this sudden … urgent … insistent desire to masturbate for you.” Her hand slipped down between her legs and her long slender fingers drew lazily up and down over the brief patch of white silk that barely covered her sex. The lingering tracing of her fingers only served to arouse my manhood.

“Miss McKnight … Angela,” I said slowly and professionally. “I’m afraid that because of your urges and my own that it would be in your best interest that I not become your Doctor.”

“But, Doctor! The note! You said you knew Felicity,” she said obviously distraught by my statement. “She said that only you could help me. Please, I need your help desperately, Doctor!”

“Yes, I know, but I cannot serve your best interests—or mine—as your doctor,” I said calmly despite the rising tide of stimulation I felt brewing deep inside me.

“But Doctor, please,” Angela pleaded. She pulled her panties aside and revealed the glistening wetness of her sweet little pussy. “Look at how wet I am, how wet you’ve made me. I need your help to understand this!” She ran her fingers along the tight slit of her sex, making a gentle squishy sound.

“And I am prepared to help you, Angela,” I said, getting up from my chair. I took her hand moistened with the glaze of her nectar and raised it to my lips. Mmm, the intoxicating taste was indisputable and familiar. “I can help you, not as your Doctor, Angela, but as a man.” I lifted her chin and brought her lips to mine for a kiss. Trickles of electricity seemed to snap between us. My hand trailed down from her chin, over the slim tender expanse of her neck, over the firm surging swell of her breasts, and then over the flat plateau of her tummy before reaching down between her legs.

“Oh, yes, Doctor,” she sighed when my fingers caressed her sex through the damp silk of her panties. She thrust her hips forward and pressed her sex into my hand. “Oh, yesss!”

“Call me Konrad, Angela,” I said. I led her over toward my desk and pressed the intercom button. “Miss Huffmeister. Can you please cancel all the rest of my appointments for the day?”

“Yes, sir,” Ingrid answered quite surprised. “But … but what about Miss McKnight?”

“Please remove her from my patient listing,” I said. “Her case will be handled as a personal matter.” I let up on the intercom and turned back to Angela. “Now where were we?”

I boosted Angela up onto my desk, reached behind her neck and unclasped the hook of her sundress, letting her exquisite breasts tumble free. “You are an amazing young woman, Angela. There is much I will need to explain to you about yourself. Now let me demonstrate.”

As I bent down to kiss her breasts, Angela wrapped her hands around my neck to guide my mouth from breast to breast, nipple to nipple. My hand eased down between her legs and with the lightest and simplest flick of my thumb on her emerging clit, Angela came with a quaking tremor, her wetness gushing through her panties.

“Oh, Konrad! Tell me more! Show me more! Show me everything!”

“I fully intend to my dear,” I replied, and kissed her with a passion that had been brewing for over ten long years.