Chapter 3
In full blast, I went to work next morning. Never before had I been so exhilarated at the thought of going to work. I whistled and did a silly dance step on the way to the office. Today, I was to see the model. Whoopee, I said to myself, like a little kid. "Today I get to fuck the model. Today I get to fuck the model." People stared at me as I pranced by, but I didn't care. If they had a model to fuck today, they'd be jumping, too. Today, the mad doctor was going to have an absolute ball.
My first two patients were about as exciting as a dead Ping-Pong ball. The first was an attorney who dreamt in legal terms, the second was a dance instructor who thought he was a clutz. He was right. He was a clutz. But you don't say that to a patient. Not a $30 an hour patient. But these two sessions dragged by for days, it seemed. The only thing I had on my mind was my new model patient, and I was due to see her at eleven o'clock. About two and a half centuries later, it walked in.
Million bucks worth of merchandise. The sort of girl that wet dreams are made of. Real hot stuff. I just didn't waste time offering her the chair.
"Won't you lie down on the couch?" I said pleasantly. If she knew what was on my mind she'd have run away.
Dorothy slunk across the rug. She wore a black silk pants suit that stuck like glue to all luscious six feet of her. Long, blonde, very kissable hair dropped down to her waist. Was it real blonde? In moments, I knew that only her hair dresser and I would know for sure. She had a pair of front bumpers that bumped and bounced as she moved. Her legs were long and lean and made for entwining themselves around men's bodies.
"Basically," Dorothy said, as she lay that gorgeous hunk of meat on the couch, "I've come to see you because of a sex problem." She lifted her hand and plucked an imaginary speck from her false eyelashes.
"I see," I said, although I couldn't understand how such a dish could have the slightest problem with sex. But with women, you never know.
Dorothy crossed one superb leg over the other. The depression in her slacks made a large, natural V around her crotch. I knew what was there.
"What I mean is... well, all I am is a sex object." I could certainly see why. But I simply looked at her without expression. "Men just don't give a damn about my brains. Christ! I'm a graduate of Florida U. I read books. I even play the oboe. But men just don't care. They don't even listen to me when I open my mouth. The only time they're interested in my mouth being open, is if I put their you-know-what in it. All I am is a sex object to men." She raised. a dainty linen hanky to her eyes, and started lightly sobbing, "I want to be a person. Not a piece of merchandise. I mean I have nothing against sex, but there are a few other things in this world, aren't there?"
"I see," I repeated. I absolutely loved the way her boobies jumped around when she got emotional.
"What can I do?" Dorothy pleaded, "I've tried everything. Stuck my hair up in an ugly bun. Ate onions. Tried wearing dumpy clothes. I've done everything in the book to make myself ugly. But it doesn't matter. All I am to men is a body. Just a body!" Her hanky went back to her eye.
She was right. Otherwise, why was my cock standing up?
"I know you're a doctor. But, frankly you're the first man whose head didn't swivel around when you saw me. I want to tell you that that is very reassuring. Thank you for that, Doctor."
In my notebook, I write down: Pure cunt. Love it. Anxious to get in. Holy shit. Anxious as hell.
I looked at her. "To be perfectly honest with you, when you walked in all I saw was a patient." I cleared my throat. "Perhaps you should ask yourself if its possible that you want men to see you this way."
"Oh, come off it, doc," she said.
"I'm not joking." I looked out my window like I didn't care about what I was saying. "Have you ever heard of the subconscious? It's the real part of people, not the phony part. Maybe in your subconscious you really want to be... just a body... to use your phrase."
"But that's so ridiculous, I have to laugh. Ha."
"Nothing is ridiculous. Not in this office. In here, everything goes. Every possibility is explored. We leave no stone unturned." No cunt unfucked, I thought to myself.
"But I don't want men to see me that way. It utterly disgusts me. It's like I'm a walking sex machine."
"Well, don't expect to understand all about yourself in such a flash. That takes time, you know."
Dorothy drew her legs up. It got me hard, just thinking of resting my prick inside those sweet thighs.
I continued. "Let's get down to the specifics of your problem. We have to work with specifics here, of course. Now, you say men always treat you as a body. Why don't you give me an example of one of the most delicious... ahem... rather, disgusting things that have happened to you."
"Jeez... I'd have trouble picking one. There have been so many vulgar incidents."
"Just pick the most disgusting," I repeated. I lay back in my recliner as though I were ready to watch a full length movie.
"Well, just a couple weeks ago... yes... Oh, wow... that was really disgusting."
"Go on," I urged, impatiently. My face was getting warmer and my cock was throbbing away.
Dorothy closed her eyes as she went on.
"Well, I was waiting for a bus on Broadway. I had just had another boring stupid day at the office, and I was really anxious to get home and jump into the tub. Well, this man, tall, nice looking started talking to me. But he really seemed interested in me as a person."
"Not as a body," I said, squeezing my legs together.
"Yes. Well, he says to me, 'Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but you look like there's something troubling you. Can I help in any way?' He was so gentle and sweet when he spoke that I talked with him. I mean I never knew... never had an idea what a revolting slob he was."
"Yes... "
"So, I told him about myself... where I work... what a schmuck of a man I have for a boss... Mr. Raymond... yecch... and... I don't know... I guess I just opened up to him. He seemed so understanding and sympathetic... the slob."
"Mmmm hmmmm... "
"He said his apartment was near mine, and asked whether I'd consider stopping over... you know... for a little drink and a little chatting. Christ... did I buy his line... hook, line and sinker... but, of course, I was too dumb to know it at the time -- god how dumb I was. Anyway, he lives on 96th and Broadway, so we got off the bus there, and then up four flights to his apartment. Can you imagine that? Four damned flights... just to go through all his crap!"
"Tell me more about... his crap." My cock wasn't going to wait all day. "Well, we got up there, and I said to him, 'Gee, your place is pretty messy,' and he said, 'oh, don't worry about that... the maid deans up tomorrow.' Then all of a sudden he shuts the door tight, turns a key in it and turns around with this absolutely crazy look in his eyes. Just like that! Then he says -- are you ready for this, doc -- he says, 'I'm really going to give it to you.' I couldn't believe he said that, so I said, as sweetly as I could, 'Excuse me, but would you repeat that, please?' You know... hoping maybe he was just joking around or something. But he said, 'I'm really going to give it to you... because you really deserve it!' Doctor... is there something wrong with a man's brain when he does that?"
"No. Usually bad childhood. But do go on."
"Well, what was I going to do? I was terrified. I looked around for something to defend myself with, but I couldn't see anything at all. In the movies, there's always something... but not there. He just stood there guarding the door. Then, he pulls me toward him by the front of my blouse and starts slapping my face... pretty hard, too... and he's mumbling, 'Gotta soften you up cunt... gotta soften you up for the big one.' Brother! was he a looney!"
I was overwhelmed with excitement. But with a lot of straining, I kept my composure.
"So he keeps slapping me and pulling my hair... I still don't know why... then he throws me down on his dirty damned bed. I bounce back up but he knocks me down. with his fist... I still have a mark here on my face... and this time I decide it's wisest to stay down. All of a sudden, he's standing over me with a rope in his hands. Christ... he must have had the whole thing planned... but he just keeps standing there... swinging this heavy rope in front of him. I thought he was going to hang me or something."
"Mmmm hmmmm."
"Well, he sits on my chest... practically squeezes my tits into nothing with his weight, and he somehow manages to get the rope around each wrist... and then he tied each one to a bedpost. My legs kicked and kicked but he was strong as a bull. Then he turns around so he's leaning on top of my stomach... and does the same things to my legs. Christ... he had me spread-eagle... you know... the way they describe it in books... but there I was. My skirt had come up pretty high, and he took full advantage of the view. He got a chair and placed it right in front of the bed... right in front of me so he could stare up my skirt. Good thing I had panties on. Anyway, I'm struggling... trying to loosen my arms and legs... but it's no use... he's got me too tight. He just keeps sitting there... kind of rocking back and forth in his chair... staring up my dress... saying, 'Now I've got you cunt. Got you helpless. And you can't do shit about it."
"You mean he just sat there... without doing anything to you?" If I had been in that chair... I would have been out of it a lot faster.
"Yes. For about five or ten minutes. Just sat there... rocking back and forth... saying, 'Now I've got you cunt... just the way I want you.' He had this crazy look in his eyes. He was mad."
"Do go on," I urged. This was just too good.
"It's so... sickening. How can I continue."
"You must go on," I urged, "How can I help you if you don't go on. Remember, we need specifics in analysis, or there can be no cure. No cure." My cock pressed against my pants so hard it was painful.
"Yes... well, finally he gets off his damned chair... I guess he had done enough looking... and then... Jesus, you won't believe it, doc... he reaches in his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of matches. 'Would you like to burn, baby?' he asks me... what the hell did he expect me to say?... yes?... the bastard! Anyway, he lights the damned thing and sticks it up near my eyes. 'You got nice eyes. I could burn 'em right out,' he says. The he lights another and puts it in front of my mouth... "I could make you eat fire if I wanted," he says. I still had some fight in me so I told him to shove the match up his ass. 'Aw ..: he says to me... 'honey got a big mouth? Let's close it.' He takes a filthy hanky from his pocket... it was all wrinkled and filthy... and ties it around my mouth... 'There... you look good... you really look good you cunt,' he says. Then he raises my skirt up above my panties... and says, 'What a pretty little pussy you have... all the better to burn you with,' and he grabs hold of my panties and tears them right off... the bastard. So I'm laying there... spread out helplessly... and he's gazing down into my pussy. 'You sure have a pretty bush,' he says, 'I wonder if it would burn.' Then he lights another match and puts it right up there between my legs." She stopped momentarily.
"Please go on." I think it sounded like I was begging. I was.
"Well... he singed my hair... it got pretty hot... but I was so damned scared... I started to yell through the gag in my mouth."
"I can understand that," I said. I rarely listened to patients with the same kind of eager attention I gave this story. I had to wipe my brow to keep all the perspiration off.
"Know what he does next? He says, 'Aw, baby can't take it!" Then the maniac rips off my skirt, blouse and bra. All I had on were my shoes. So I'm just laying there... all exposed... spread-eagle like that... god it was awful!"
"It must have been."
"It was."
"Oh, the workings of the sick mind," I said.
"Yes. Well, then he lights another match and starts to work on my nipples... it really hurt... I was screaming... but no one could hear... his damn snot rag was shoved up my mouth... 'Lets see those little red fellows get big,' he said, still holding a match to my nipples. 'That's it... my... my... see how they rise up... Christ, doctor... is that supposed to happen... I mean was it natural for my nipples to harden up like that?"
'Perhaps you were subconsciously excited." I was consciously excited.
"Now comes the gas. This really blew my mind. This pervert gets up and says, 'Now you wait right here. I'll be back with a little surprise for you.' Wait right here! Where the hell could I go?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Then he comes back with a funny looking object. It has a big ball on the end with little rubber projections. There's a long fat plastic stem connected to the ball end... the whole thing looked like a crazy dildo... I don't know... it had a long black cord attached to it."
"What was it?" I asked, my imagination fired up incredibly.
"The nut says, 'What do you think? I made it myself. With my own little hands. I call it, Harvey's super-duper vibo-machine. I plan to sell it on the market. Gonna make a million with it. Just shove it in... put it on... and watch out, baby... cuz this little number does something to your insides that can't be beat. Gonna make a million on it. But, course, I got to try it out... right cunt? I mean you wouldn't want me selling something to the public that doesn't work right... would you? So, pretty cunt... consider yourself the loveliest guinea pig that ever helped a scientist out."
"Disgusting," I said. Jesus, was I ready to go.
"God, was it. But he kept talking, See... now let me tell you, sweet cunt... I got my whole advertising worked out... I'll run local ads... TV commercials... radio ... the works... all I'll say is... you come and come and come and come. See... it's guaranteed to keep you coming... for as long as you keep the power on. Now, I see that we don't need much preparation, since your cunt is already layed out for me... nice and wide open... so won't you let me just stick it right in... here... I've got a little vaseline to sort of oil you up... I mean... this thing's big... and I don't know if you could take all of it if you weren't properly lubricated.' The pervert sticks his big finger in the vaseline jar and smears it all over my pussy... on the lips... my clit... way up in the hole... even puts his fingers up my asshole. 'Got to make sure you're well lubricated,' he says again.
"Disgusting."
"So, he's got me all greased up. He sits on the side of me and starts working the goddamned instrument up my hole. It was cold. He pulled my pussy lips apart as far as they'd go and just kept pushing and shoving till he got the whole head of the thing inside me... I had never had a man like that in me... not ever in my life. Then he says, 'Okay, little sweetness. Now, you're going to have the greatest time of your life... that is, if my little gadget works... yes ma'am... you cunt you... you'll come until your ass falls off. Are we ready?' What the fuck could I do... say no? I struggled with my arms and legs, but he just made the ropes too tight. 'Okay, cunt. Get ready now. You're going to go out of your fucking mind. You're going to come and come till doomsday.' Then he turned the switch.
"Yes. Yes."
"It was sick, doctor. That monster of a machine vibrated the daylights out of me. I couldn't control myself if I tried. The thing just jumped around inside me. Every muscle in my body started shaking. Christ... my whole insides just heated up with excitement... what the hell could I do... spread-eagled like that... the machine just kept humming away... and my entire body went through muscle contortions. It was disgusting doctor... because it was the most exciting thing that has ever happened... wow... if a man could turn me on like that machine... my juices were just dribbling out of me... and this schmuck is sitting there on the bed... nodding his head up and down... with this ridiculous look on his face going... 'Yes... I think it's working... oh, how utterly perfect... you are coming... aren't you... my precious cunt.' "
"Were you?" I practically was.
"Of course I was. What could I do? I couldn't resist the sensations, stretched out like that with that vibrator powering away at my insides. The bastard was right. I came and I came and I came. Never came like that in my life. If the circumstances weren't so disgusting, I might have really enjoyed it... but the whole thing was so horrible, really. All the time, the stupid crud just kept sitting there with that grin on his face, saying, 'It sure works well... doesn't it cunt?... what'd I tell you... guaranteed to make you come over and over again... you look like you're having such a wonderful time... just look at yourself... shaking away with such ecstasy.' "
"Quite a sadist," I said. I was harder than a rock.
"The pervert! Just kept watching me... sticking his head right up close to my pussy while his damned machine kept me shaking. I don't know how many times I came... but I'm sure I set a world record. While I'm jerking around, he gets up on the bed... between my legs... standing over me... and he unzips his pants. Out of it he pulls his cock. 'Gonna come on you, precious cunt. Wouldn't soil my special prick inside that dirty old hole of yours, though.' Then he started jerking himself off... 'You fucking cunt,' he kept saying, as his hand is pumping his prick faster and faster."
"Did he come on you?"
"Did he come on me! White crap came pouring out like there was no tomorrow. All over me. All over my tits, my face, my pussy. All over his vibrator... which he still hadn't turned off. 'Okay, cunt... you can relax now. You've convinced me it works... you've really been extra nice about the whole thing. I'm going to turn it off, now.' He gets off the bed and flicks off the switch. Christ... I'd never been through anything like that before. My entire body felt like it was ready to be carted away with the garbage. He took his snot rag out of my mouth; and then he undid each of the ropes, so my hands and legs were finally free. Now, you ready for this?"
"Go ahead, please," I said. Patience wasn't my virtue. I just couldn't wait to get into her pants.
"Well, he says, 'Okay, cunt... that's it. Thank you very much. I really enjoyed it. You were super.' Can you believe that? That's all he wanted. Then he threw me my clothes, unlocked his door and shoved me out. Just like that. Just like that. Christ. What makes somebody do something like that?"
"Well, there are a lot of sickies around. Trouble is... the people who need analysis most, just never come. It's a shame. But... let's get back to this thing about the vibrator. I find that very disturbing. Did you know that inserting foreign objects like that... into the vagina... can have serious consequences?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the vagina is a very sensitive area. It's possible he did some internal harm, there."
"I really don't think so," Dorothy said, "I think it's all right. It was two weeks ago."
"Yes, I know," I said, "but these tissues are so very delicate. This area of the body can never be treated lightly. You see... it's possible that he's upset your womanly balance... by that, I mean it's possible that you may never be able to have children, now."
"You're kidding," she said.
"Not in the least. And now, Dorothy, as a doctor it's necessary for me to examine you. I have to care about the physical as well as the emotional side of my patients. It's my ethical responsibility to give you an examination. Let's just call it a precautionary measure."
I had to grit my teeth to keep from shooting my load in my pants. This was going to be good. I got up and came over to the couch where Dorothy's exquisite, long body lay. I was hoping she wouldn't be able to hear the thunderous roar of my heartbeat. Christ, I heard it.
"Let's have a look, now," I said in my coolest, most professional manner. I placed both my hands on top of her silk pants. "Now, if we'll just lift up slightly. That's it." She lifted her wide pelvis, and I was able to bring her slacks down to her knees. I let my hands brush lightly against her soft skin, and Dorothy responded by an unconscious gasp of air. She wore white panties with her name imprinted on the side of them -- Dotty -- in script form with fancy, black thread lettering. Now I knew as well as her hair dresser, because I could see luscious curls of light blonde pussy hair sticking out of her panties.
"Now, let's lift up just once more. I can't examine you if what I'm going to examine is all covered up with panties."
She lifted herself up again, and with both thumbs I got the panties down. I felt like a starving child who is suddenly given a pound of yummy cookies. She had a big bush of blonde pussy hair. Just waiting for me. Dorothy was breathing a little irregularly. I suppose it was just nervousness. But that cunt, and those long velvet legs, which she kept tight together, made my fingers tremble.
"Is this really necessary? I'm sure I'm okay down there."
I smiled my sweetest. "If it weren't necessary... why would I waste our precious time? It's your health I'm concerned about. You should be concerned, too."
My impatient fingers, still trembling, went lightly on top of her bush.
"My, my," I said. "I can see that some of these hairs are singed just a bit. From when he put the match here. How terrible. What a sick thing to do."
I leaned my head in closer and began to examine her precious cunt hairs one by one. My arms rested on her soft, smooth thighs. Yes, the girl was trembling.
"Are you sure this... is really necessary?" Dorothy had her hands behind her head and was looking up at the ceiling. Sometimes looking away makes the patient feel more comfortable.
"Please, try to relax," I said, for I could feel the tension in her body. With both hands, I parted the lovely silken hairs of her cunt. And there it was. Her big, pink pussy lips. There seemed to be a glistening drop of fluid on them.
"Oh, these tissues are so sensitive, so delicate. They must always be treated with such tenderness and care." And with as much gentleness as possible, my fingers explored away. God, how long did I have to wait to get in there? "You know, Dorothy, that as long as you keep your legs tight like that there's no possible way I can continue my examination. Just ease your legs apart a little. If you feel uncomfortable about my touching you... why don't you just make believe you're down at Miami Beach, lying in the hot sun, taking a long-needed vacation. That's what I do when I go to the dentist. It really seems to help."
Dorothy relaxed her long, luscious legs a little more.
"Mmmm hmmmm," I said quietly, like I was making profound medical discoveries. "Mmmm hmmmmm."
She had a good size clit. I held her soft lips apart and brought my head close to it. I touched it with one finger and her legs jumped.
"Oh, this organ... the clitoris... is a temperamental organ. Foul play can affect it permanently. But it looks in healthy condition to me."
I took her clit between two fingers and rolled it to the left, to the right. I squeezed it. I flicked it. I pressed down on it.
"Any sensitivity. I mean unusual sensitivity?"
"Nothing... unusual... " she said.
"Yes. That's good. Reactions are quite normal. A slight swelling and bulging of this sensitive organ is quite natural. Quite natural." The swelling and bulging that was going on in my own pants was quite natural, too.
Dorothy's cunt got noticeably wetter. I spread her pussy lips wide and watched the white goo produce itself.
"My goodness," I said, "you mean he actually stuck that monstrous machine up into you? How very terrible."
I took one finger and let it glide deep inside her. Heaven couldn't be nicer. Her insides were wet and deep and wonderful. I let my finger roam around inside her hole, tickling her soft, inside walls.
"How about it here? Any unusual sensations? Any unusual tenderness?"
"I don't think so."
"Mmmm hmmmm."
Dorothy's hips began a slight rotating motion in response to my probing finger. I added a couple more fingers. God knows, there was plenty of room up in there. I was going mad with desire. But I keep my expression cool. Years of practice helps you do that.
"Now, I am having some trouble getting way up there. The deeper areas are the most delicate. Let me just remove your pants from your legs, and you can spread your legs even wider. That would help me immensely."
She didn't resist. I removed her slacks and panties from her knees, pulling them down so they lay in a heap at the bottom of the couch.
"Oh, that'll make things so much easier," I said. I was perspiring noticeably. She was naked from the waist down. She was formed beautifully, wonderfully.
"Now, if you'll just put one leg up on the side of the couch and let the other hang over the side, I'll be able to complete my examination."
Dorothy was a good patient. She did exactly as I instructed, exposing her wet cunt to my hungry eyes.
"Aaaah, that's so much better. So much better."
I slid four fingers into her dripping pussy, shoving hard. I got them in much deeper than before. Like before, Dorothy's body responded to my moving fingers. She was slowly swiveling her hips and her cunt was producing gobs of goo. Keeping up the pretense -- knowing how excited she was -- I removed my fingers from her burning cunt and looked down at her.
"Why, your vagina is simply flooded with excitement. I had no idea that you were so excitable. It just wasn't my intention to stimulate you like this. Not at all."
Dorothy looked at me helplessly. What could she say? She couldn't deny what her body gave away.
"Jesus, doctor... I'm sorry," she said.
"Well, don't be sorry. It's quite natural. But how am I to continue when you're in such a state?"
Dorothy shrugged her lovely shoulders.
"Let me make... an unusual suggestion. Suppose I bring you to orgasm. It will take just a moment. Let me simply get rid of your frustration. That way we can get on with your problem. You see, there's no way I can help you as long as you remain in this excitable condition."
I sat on the edge of the couch and crossed my legs, nonchalantly, waiting for her response.
"Well, I suppose so."
"The question is... how am I going to give it to you?"
"Well, you could go down on me... I like that."
"Yes... that's one way. But perhaps we could find something... a little more disgusting." There must have been a bright gleam in my eyes.
"More disgusting?"
"Yes. You see... since you've had so many disgusting things happen to you... sexually that is... I thought perhaps I could play the part of one of the disgusting men in your life. It's like play acting. We'll recreate the scene. Then you simply tell me what's going on... what your feelings are while we do it. That way, while I bring you to orgasm... we can use the time valuably."
Dorothy looked at me, thinking to herself. I tried to keep my eyes from her crotch. At least for the moment. She still kept one leg up over the side of the couch, so that her pussy was in full view. It was hard to keep my eyes away.
"Well," she said, "there was this photographer. When I was starting out as a model."
"Yes? What disgusting things did he do to you?"
"Christ. He got me into the most obscene poses. Told me that was the only way I could break into the business. You can't imagine the kinds of pictures he took. He's still got the negative. Christ. One of my old boyfriends had one of these dirty photo books... you know... with the beaver shots... and there I was... five pages of me... with my pussy hanging out... all sorts of positions... I was embarrassed... the photographer never told me he would use them... my god... just the thought of all those men staring up into my pusssy."
"Perhaps you'd like to show me some of those poses."
"You're kidding!"
"Not in the least. It'll do you a world of good. Just strike some of those poses... and tell me how you feel while you do it. Just play act it. It's an important part of analysis." My imagination had already taken off.
"And what will you do?"
"I'll just watch. But in my mind... you make believe I'm that horny photographer. Maybe I'll make a few disgusting remarks... maybe I'll even ask you to do a few obscene positions... all play acting of course. Yes... I'll make believe I'm the photographer... and you do as I tell you... but the important thing is that you tell me how you feel while we play act."
"But... I just can't picture you as that horny photographer. You're a doctor. And you've been so good with me."
"Sometimes, doctors are called upon to do strange things. It's all part of analysis. Didn't you know that every psychiatrist has to take a year of acting courses? It's all for situations like this. It's so we can play act with our patients. It speeds up health so quickly, you wouldn't believe it."
"How do we start?"
"Okay," I said, and I got up... removing my suit jacket. My bone stuck out hard in my pants, and Dorothy could see it. "You lay there... like you are now... with your legs spread like that... and I'll make like I'm taking pictures of you."
"Jesus, Doctor. You've got a erection. I thought you said play acting."
"Silly girl. Of course I have an erection. I told you. One year of acting courses. Didn't that photographer have a hard-on when he was taking pictures of you?"
"I don't know. He was wearing his shirt out... over his crotch."
"Of course, he did. You know that, Dorothy. And that's why I do. Why should we create a scene if we don't do it realistically?"
I walked to one end of the couch and peered up between her legs. Then I made like I had a camera and was taking pictures.
"Okay," I said, playing the role of the photographer, "spread 'em wider, honey. Right. Now hold it open. Hold the cunt open. Say cheese."
"Christ, doctor. This is realistic. You do it so well." She did spread her legs wider. She held her cuntlips open with both hands as I clicked away with my imaginary camera.
"Now. Tell me how you feel while you do that?" I knew how I felt. Play acting, shit. What a cunt she had. "I feel... humiliated."
"Good. Good. Wonderful. Okay, now, open your top and take your bra off. Then squeeze both tits with your hands, keeping your legs wide. And smile, damnit. You want to be a model... or not? Now do what I say."
Dorothy did as I told her. She unbuttoned her silk top, removed it, then undid her bra. What a pair of boobies. Big, soft babies. She grabbed the creamy tits in her hands, keeping her legs open.
"Cheese," I said.
She smiled. My cock was wild. "Click. Click. Good. Click."
I moved around her, making like I was taking close-ups while she held that ridiculous -- but thrilling -- pose. "Click. Click. Click."
"Now shove your whole left hand up your box and put your right hand in the air, sticking your third finger up... like you're saying 'fuck you: " Dorothy shoved her hand in. Must have been pretty wet to slide in so easily. She raised her middle finger.
"Okay. That's it. Now don't smile. Remember... this is the 'fuck the world' shot. Click. Click. Click." I was really enjoying this.
"Okay. One finger up your ass. Spread your legs and raise 'em higher!" I commanded.
"Don't you want me to tell you how I feel when we do this?" Dorothy asked.
"Oh, yes," I said. "I forgot. I'm sorry. How did you feel about saying fuck the world?' "
"I felt humiliated again. With that pose."
"Good. Excellent. Now, let's try one with centerfold possibilities. Put your own tit in your mouth, and let your tongue hang out of the side of your mouth like you're having an absolutely delicious meal."
It was no trouble for Dorothy to, get that massive tit to her mouth. I wished to hell I had my Polaroid at the office. Jesus... these were better shots than I ever took with Anne. Jesus. "Click. Click."
"Okay. How do you feel?"
"Still humiliated."
"Great. Good. Okay. Now roll over on your stomach. Spread your asscheeks wide. Let me see deep down into the hole. I'm gonna take some close-ups. Spread apart wide as you can. I'll have you in Playboy in a month."
Dorothy rolled over. What a fuckin ass this broad had. Fluffy white cheeks. Meaty and plump. Her hands went behind her and she spread them apart.
"Click. Click." I moved in for the close-up. Jesus. What a hole. I could see both holes. And the goo was pouring out. "Click.
"I feel... dirty and disgusting when I do this," Dorothy said.
"That's important to know," I said. "All right now... we're just getting started. Let's try something really unusual. Get on your hands and legs, on the floor. Yes. Let your tits just swing down naturally. Now take this hand kerchief" -- I handed her mine from my pocket -- "yes, stick it in your ass so it stays. This will be a symbolic shot. You'll have the white surrender flag waving-out of your ass. And you look between your own legs like you're begging forgiveness. Got it?"
This one really knew how to listen. She pushed a corner of the hanky up her ass so it held. Then she got on her hands and knees, just like I asked.
"And how do you feel about this one?" I asked. "Click. Click."
"I feel awful. Goddamned awful!"
"Good. It's so helpful to know that. Now. Let's try another shot. Go over to that chair, pick it up, and stick one of the legs in your cunt. And wink. Boy, what a centerfold!"
Dorothy got up and went to the chair. She got the leg in her cunt. The chair was a bit heavy, so her muscles strained for the pose. Her tits hung there... soft and creamy.
"Good. Okay. Click. Now, put the chair down. Okay. One hand up your cunt, one finger up your ass and turn sideways, so I can see your tits stick out. Give me a look of love. Like you want me badly."
Dorothy followed instructions beautifully. Each hand got into its proper position, and she turned sideways. God, was this tall thing built!
"Click. Click. Nice. We got that one. Perfect. Wait a minute. You're getting perspiration on you. Don't want that to show up in the pictures. Remember, these are beauty shots... and we don't want any wet bodies."
I went over to her -- still harder than shit -- and began wiping off the real perspiration that had formed on her body.
"Gotta clean you up for the next picture," I said. My hands wiped her shoulders, her tits... I really worked hard on her left nipple to get the perspiration off... rubbed her long stomach off... brushed off her pussy... up and down with my open hand like I was drying her off... then let my hands run down her long legs.
"Okay, now you're dry. Ready for another? Hold on to your nipples and pull them upward, proudly... like you're saying to the world that you've got the best pair in the world."
Dorothy pulled her nipples up.
"Click. Click." My camera was right up there with the nipples. "Click."
"I feel... "
"Yes. Tell me. That's why we're doing all of this. Click."
"I feel like I'm being used."
"Yes. Fine. Now honey, I'm having some trouble shooting you now because your body is too tensed up. None of the Playboy girls are ever tense. The thing is to relax. Relaxed pictures always come out so much better. So I'll just have to relax your body.
I stood directly in front of her and took both her big luscious tits in my hands. I squeezed the shit out of them. God, they were so soft.
"How do you feel?" I asked, still massaging.
"Humiliated."
"Certainly. Normal reaction."
I almost brutally shoved "a finger up her hot, wet cunt.
"Ooof" she said. I worked it in and out rapidly while my other hand remained playing with her hanging tit. "Still humiliated?" I asked.
"Still."
"Try this for humiliation," I said, and in a few seconds I lowered my pants so that my stiff prick jutted out in front of me.
"Think I'll ram it in you."
"Doctor... isn't this going a little far?"
"Not as far as this is going," I said, and I started to wedge my cock into her pussy. Automatically her legs widened for me. She was the model of my dreams.
"Christ, doctor. Are you play acting or what?" she said, feeling my cock bumping up inside of her.
"Of course I'm play acting," I said, nuzzling my head on her shoulder.
"Well, you sure act real."
"One year of acting school. Great instructor. I got an A in the course."
I was pumping away inside of her. Her tits bounced against my chest. I slid my cock out.
"Okay. Turn around and bend over. I'm gonna do you up the ass."
"It feels so... "
"Yes... I know... humiliating."
She turned her back to me and leaned down, holding onto the chair. I moved in for the plunge. Her asshole was a little tight, but with persistent thrusting, I managed to wedge it up there. Her ass gripped my hard cock tight like a vise. I pummeled and pushed my prick into her. Her asscheeks just bounced around. In response to my hard thrusts, her big tits flew around under her. "Now how do you feel?" I asked.
"The same."
"Yes," I said with understanding. I grabbed her fleshy tits in my hands and squeezed and squeezed. Like a pair of soft grapefruits. The tunnel of her ass had loosened and widened by my thrusts, and now my cock worked much more easily into her. Dorothy had lost control and wasn't play acting any more. Her breathing was hard and she was moaning from it all.
"Good," I said.
Deeper and deeper I plunged my cock, while I massaged those wonderful tits. I changed angles to keep the excitement going. I tilted to the left, and thrust my cock to the right. Then I tilted to the right, and shoved it left. Then I started a circular motion, working my prick round and round like I was screwing myself into her. Her moans grew louder. I myself was moaning. I myself was coming. Holding on to her tits with all my might, I leg myself surrender to my orgasm. I gushed out inside of her... my hot fluid racing deep into her. Some of the fluid spilled out on the sides of her ass. It was fantastic to the last drop. "How do you feel?"
"Jesus, doctor. I didn't know you were going to come."
"Play acting," I said. "Now do you feel any better?"
"I didn't come yet. I thought you were going to bring me to orgasm," she said. "But I am. I am," I said, removing my limp cock from her asshole. But you must give me a few minutes to get hard again. I'm not Superman. Although I have been compared to him. Uh, by my wife, that is. Of course, if you can't wait a few minutes... you could speed things up by making me hard."
"I can't wait. I'm so horny."
"Fine. Just get on your hands and knees and blow me. Get it up there hard. Then we can finish you off, like you want."
Dorothy got down on all fours like a dog, and crawled in front of me. I had to bend my knees slightly to get my prick in her mouth. While she put it in, I removed my shirt and T-shirt, throwing them down.
"That's it," I. said, "but if you start by licking my ass and balls first, I think that will hurry it up."
Dorothy did as I suggested. She got her long tongue between my asscheeks and wiggled it up my ass. My bone was hardening. Then she delicately put one ball in her mouth, and let her tongue toy with it. Then, she returned to my now almost fully erect prick and put it back in her mouth. Back and forth she moved her soft, full lips. It didn't take long till I was as hard as I could get.
"I think you're ready now," she said, still on her hands and knees.
"I'm ready," I said.
I rolled her over so she lay on her back. She had her legs spread wide, waiting for me. The inside of her thighs were wet from cunt juice and her lovely pussy hairs shone with the afternoon sun.
I got down between her legs, pausing for a moment to gaze at the large wet wonder that awaited me.
"Okay," I said, "ready?"
"Jesus, yes," she said.
"Me, too."
I rammed it in. It went straight up her hole without the slightest resistance. She sure was ready. I drove hard into her fiery canyon. It was sheer joy. Her nails dug deep into my asscheeks as she helped my movements... pulling my weight farther and farther inside of her. We bumped together harder and faster. Her big tits bobbled back and forth on top of her.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Great. Goddamned great," she said.
Dorothy's long bones bounced against the carpet. Her skin was like hot velvet. The soft skin seemed to dance in tiny ripples as she shook from my thrusts.
"Christ, doctor. I'm coming now."
Six feet of woman clutched me. Her arms held tight around my neck. Her legs gripped me so hard, it was painful. She smashed her body harder and harder against me. Then she exploded. Her body went wild.
"Ooh" she moaned, as the last ounce of come came.
I unloaded right then. Not as much fluid as before, but just as powerful. Every spurt shot into her like darts. It was as good as my first orgasm.
I got off Dorothy, and went to my recliner. Still naked, I leaned back on it.
"Why don't you just relax there on the carpet while you tell me what you feel?" I crossed my legs and picked up my notebook. The naked psychiatrist. Dorothy lay back and put her hands behind her head, She crossed her long, wonderful legs. I could see she was much more relaxed now.
"As I told you... it was all pretty humiliating for me. It's the same way I felt with the photographer. But why did we have to play act it? I could have told you."
"Ah," I said, scratching my balls -- some of her come was sticking on the hair, and it itched, "the thing is, I saw your reactions. Witnessed them with my own eyes. That kind of experience is necessary for me. I should watch you feel humiliated."
"But how will that help me? You mean... men won't look at me just as a body anymore... just because we play-acted that photographer scene?"
"You're being too logical."
"I just don't understand."
"Understanding takes time," I said, jotting down imaginary notes, "but before you can change... you have to know what you're feeling. And you now know these situations make you feel humiliated."
"But I've always known that."
"But I haven't."
"But what good does it do for you to know... I'm the one with the problem."
"But I'm the one that has to help you."
"So help me."
"I already have." I paused, trying to get the right words, "you're just not aware of being helped." It was a good line. We psychiatrists always pulled it every time we got any resistance from the patient. If they disagree with you... you just tell them they're not aware of something... not consciously aware. There's just no logical way to argue with the subconscious.
"I'm unaware of what?"
"Ah," I said, "you've already forgotten. Don't you remember at the beginning of the session I told you that perhaps you really wanted men to see you as a body?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's what you're unaware of. Because the truth is... you love men to see you that way. You want them to. With every bone in your body."
"That's a damned lie." She leaned up on her elbows and glared at me. Her huge melons hung down softly.
"Why would I lie? I've spent my life studying the mind. You mustn't consider the truth a lie. That's dangerous. That's why they put people away. People who can't tell the difference between what is real and what is false. You must know what you're feeling... and be honest about it."
Dorothy went back to lying down her head. Shit, what a body. Just stretched out like a langorous cat.
"Why would I want men to see me that way?" she asked.
"Now we get to the crux of it. Why don't you answer that one?"
"Well, if I knew the answer, I wouldn't ask."
She was becoming a little hostile. But it was a natural reaction when a patient was having trouble.
"I think you're just being lazy. You want me to do all the work for you. You try and answer it."
"I can't." She scratched under her arm. Her tit bounced.
"Try," I said.
"It's just not true. I don't want men to see me that way."
I crossed my legs over the other way. "All right, let me help you then. Take the reverse situation. Suppose no man looked at you. You walk down the street... your tits are bouncing and your ass is bouncing. No one looks. No one gives a shit. You get into a bathing suit and everybody turns away with disgust. You have an intimate, romantic evening with a man and he says he wants to keep the relationship platonic. As a matter of fact, just imagine you're looking at yourself in the mirror... and you're bored. Can't stand what you see. Now, tell me if that's what you want."
"I never thought about it quite like that."
"Ah, but I have. What do you think was going on in my mind when we were play acting? I was thinking about your problem. Now, let's go on. Nobody looks at you. Nobody stares. Nobody cares about your body. You're no longer a object to men. You're nothing. They wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole -- not to mention with their prick. You're ugly to men. Touching you is the last thing in the world they'd want to do. Looking at you makes them nauseous. Now, how would you like that?"
"I wouldn't."
"Well, then I've made my point. You're problem isn't that men see you as a body. You like that. You love that. Your problem is that you refuse to enjoy their attentions. Because you make everything disgusting in your mind... you cheapen sex. Yes. You cheapen sex!"
"I never thought about it that way," she said. She toyed with her nipple as she reflected on what I said.
"That's why you've come to see me. Because I'm trained to see things that you can't see. That's why I'm charging you thirty dollars for this session. That's why."
"Doctor. I'm sorry I said you were lying. I had no idea of how I was kidding yourself. Yes, come to think of it, while we were play acting before... I was really enjoying myself. Christ, yes. It was a gas. I was just kidding myself about feeling humiliated. The truth is... I loved it."
"Now... we're really making progress," I said. "Of course you loved it. I could see it in your eyes. Your whole expression. Your body. You love sex. Every tiny part of it. And you're built to love it. So why hold yourself back? Let yourself go and you'll be a happy person."
"I see what you mean."
I looked at my watch. We had run a half an hour over, right into my lunch hour.
"My goodness. It's 12:30," I said. "We've run over. But... we made very good use of the time, I think. You're really a much happier person, already. Your problem is practically solved. But I think I'll have to charge you fifty dollars for this session."
"Fifty dollars? 'Why?"
"Well, I always charge a higher rate when there's a cure. Every psychiatrist does it. Certainly, this session is worth more if we solve your problems than if we just talk about them. But let me tell you... what you have gained today cannot be measured in money. It's priceless. You will go through the rest of your life with greater understanding of yourself. It's been a priceless session. Fifty dollars for happiness? I'd say that's pretty cheap at the price."
"I suppose you're right. I guess when it comes to happiness, it's worth anything."
"That's how I feel about it. Fifty dollars? Cheap at the price. Fifty dollars. Plus tax, that is. You know how the government is. That's a total of sixty dollars. Still pretty cheap for a heap of understanding."
"Tax?"
"You don't think psychiatrists are exempt from the law do you? I file my income taxes every year... just like you. Sixty dollars is a bargain. Let's not quibble over silly things. Why don't you get dressed. Spend the week doing some thinking about our session today. Then next week, we can get into more details."
Dorothy rose and started putting her clothes on.
"Now much will next session cost? Anyway," she said, slipping on her panties, "I thought you said I was cured. Why do I have to see you any more?"
"A superb question. But a simple answer. Nobody is ever 100% cured. It's a matter of degree. I'd say that today you're about 15% cured. A fantastic percentage for just one session. Perhaps we can get you up to 30% by next session. And regarding your first question... well, if we can get 15% more out of you... I'll have to charge you the same as today."
"Fifty dollars."
"Sixty dollars."
"That's right. I forgot the tax."
Dorothy finished dressing, and I saw her to the door. I was still stark naked. "Next week," I said, and she left.