Doctor's Orders
I heard of this doctor.
Quiet, like the undercurrent of a town secret but respected, nonetheless.
In hushed circles, I heard whispers of women lay claim to the magic of this doctor. I had to know.
I was more tense than I'd ever been. I had headaches and anxiety that kept me either reaching for a bottle of Tylenol or pacing holes in my new carpet.
I was losing sleep and I had deadlines tomorrow. I needed help fast.
This place was packed. Wall-to-wall women in all different shapes, sizes, and age groups. Clearly, this woman was good at what she did.
I must have been waiting thirty minutes in the lobby before the door swung open and out walked a petite woman in scrubs. Her delicate features were kissed by sunny blonde hair, tied back in a soft pony. She was beautiful. I rose to follow her through the door.
"Let's check your weight," she said. Her eyes were mesmerizing. "Is this your first visit?" She asked.
I nodded as I stepped on the scale. 135. Perfect. I'd gained five pounds of muscle weight since I started hitting the gym. I was trim, healthy but never got obsessed about the scale.
"What are you here for?" This gorgeous nurse asked, her soothing voice calming my nerves. Her name was Sheila. I liked her.
"I've been really stressed lately. Haven't been sleeping much."
"Oh!" Sheila smiled. It was a Cheshire grin like she knew.
I was in for a big, lovely surprise. Her smile was so arousing.
She led me to a door and into a room. It was dimly lit with Himalayan Salt lamps and subtle track lighting. The room smelled wonderful.
"Put this gown on, and leave it open in the front." Sheila held up a thin pink gown with white ties. "The doc will be in shortly. She will turn up the lights to get a good look at you, but she likes for you to get relaxed. That's why we keep the lights down." She smiled. "I will let the doctor know you are ready."
She glanced over her shoulder and pulled her folder close, again giving me that wild grin.
I slid out of my top and bottom. I hadn't bothered to wear underwear that day, just a light bra. I put on the gown and sat on the table, draping the sheet over my legs.
It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door.
In swept Doctor Harmony.
Exotic was an understatement. She was explosively beautiful. Her long dark, rich hair was tied up with an ornate clip resembling something from an exotic land. It had swirls, diamonds, and a strange symbol in the middle.
Her eyes were a stunning ice blue. Her features were feminine and sensual. Skin that glowed, and cheeks that were plump like her lips. She oozed sexuality. I was starting to feel wet.
She opened her mouth and out poured this sultry tone, "Tell me what's going on with you today."
"Um..." I couldn't think for a second. "I have been under a lot of stress. It's been messing with my sleep."
She smiled. "Ok, good to know. How did you hear about me?"
"I have friends at work that swear by you and my best friend...she says you changed her life."
"Did she?" The doctor asked. She pulled out stirrups and sat down on her stool. She patted the table. "Up you go," she said.
I sat down and lifted my feet. She placed them in the footholders.
"Relax," she soothed.
I felt her touch my knees very gently, spreading them apart. It was so soft and gentle; dare I say intimate.
"I'm going to touch you in some ways that are not considered mainstream practice.
This is ancient wisdom. Are you okay with that?"
I looked down to see her smiling face.
"Yeah," I said. I watched her stretch her fingers to Sheila who placed a gob of KY jelly on them. She rubbed her fingers and thumb together and began stroking the jelly on my outer pussy lips.
"Relax," she said again.
Her fingers began stroking up and down, finding their way into the folds of my inner lips, caressing, opening me. I moaned and was quickly worried that someone might hear me.
The doctor squeezed my leg. "Don't worry. The room is soundproof. I had it made that way."
"Why is that?"
"Women need to release. Really let go and stifling their sounds only adds to the problem of contraction."
Sheila came behind my head and began stroking my hair and massaging my temples. I felt the doctor's fingers slide inside me.
"You are tense." Slowly she entered me. "Good. Relax around my fingers more.
Good. Open...yes."
Her fingers curled in. She was stroking me, softly, intently.
I was getting turned on very quickly. I began moaning. Sheila encouraged me to keep making sounds. She said something about my throat and my pussy being connected. Yes. I thought about it later. She had used that exact word, pussy.
The doctor turned up the lights. "I want to get a good look at you." She stood up and took off her coat. "Sheila, will you let the doctor in room two know that I will be ready in 15 minutes and he should be ready to perform the procedure?"
Sheila beamed, "Yes ma'am. I will let him know." She practically bounced out of the room.
"I'm going to need to do a certain massage technique on you but I'm going to have to get into a better position. Certain parts of my clothes may be a hindrance so I'm going to remove them."
Dr. Harmony came to my side and spread my knees. She pulled the sheet off and arranged the light to look right at me. I felt her fingers open me and then she leaned forward. I felt her breath. Was she breathing me in?
I was moaning louder. Her tongue hit my clit and shock waves went through my body. I was shaking.
"No, no, we can't have you falling off the table. I will secure you." The doctor said as she came around. She got behind me and lowered the table. She then climbed up, resting her knees on the each side of my head.
I was looking right at the curves in her silky panties. I could see her pussy lips, and the brush of hair. Her scent went straight into my nose. I had never been that close to a woman's pussy in my life! I was so turned on!
Her tongue went straight to work. She wrapped her arms around my ass and held her mouth on me. She licked and sucked until I felt this huge pressure building inside me.
"I feel like I have to pee!"
"Trust yourself. It's not pee. I want you to open more for me. Your tension is caused by your need for constant control. I want you to surrender. Let me have my way with you.
Open and push out as hard as you can once you feel so full you can't take it anymore. I'm going to stimulate your G-spot and it's going to make the sensation more intense. Go into it."
"Open your pussy to me," she breathed.
Two fingers slid in. Her tongue pulsing, circling my clit, wildly sucking until she settled into a rhythm. She was getting ready to rock my world.
I moved my hips. She moaned in approval. I could feel the intensity rising. I reached up to touch her pussy through her panties. I felt her pause. I wondered if I'd crossed the line but she opened her knees and pushed her pussy down onto my face. Her warmth and scent flooded my senses. My legs were shaking and the pressure!
"Push!" The doc said. "Release!"
There was a force shooting from me, spraying out and upward. Her face was getting blasted with my wetness.
I heard the door open. I could see nothing save the panty covered pussy sitting on my mouth. A hand smacked the ass of the doctor. I saw two strong hands yank her panties down and slide them off her legs and feet. This guy knew what he was doing.
