Dr. Fred James continued working at his desk while Mrs. Daisy Blanding slept. She had endured an expertly administered super-orgasming that hovered somewhere between forced and voluntary, and was taking a well earned rest in the doctor's office.
Daisy awoke in no more than fifteen minutes, but the after effects of a gentle sleep following the deepest and longest lasting orgasm she had ever experienced left her woozy and light headed. Daisy turned her head and saw Dr. James at his desk. She blinked and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
Dr. James finished writing a memo, then looked up at her, "You haven't been asleep long. I hated to wake you. You did a lot of work and deserved to rest."
Daisy thought it was nice of him to cover her and lower the stirrups so that she could relax. She felt her body tingle like never before, and to her surprise she felt far less tense than she had been feeling for many months.
Dr. James pushed back his chair, arose, and walked over to the reclining and beautiful Mrs. Blanding. "How are you feeling?"
She stretched her arms, looked at her doctor, and said, "It's amazing. I feel refreshed and all the tension is gone." She smiled sheepishly and said, "I guess your theory and your treatment was correct." She said that knowing full well that this man had just played with her nipples and pussy until she was on the verge of collapse, then he stopped until she lost her orgasmic momentum, then he did it again, and again, and again. This man in the white lab coat who appeared calm and professional had just fingered her to an explosive eruption that blasted her cares away.
Dr. James said, "Take your time. I have things to do while you dress. When you're done, I would like to have a word with you about further treatments."
Further treatments? Daisy's mind was spinning. Her first thought was, "Buster, you can do me any day of the week!" But her second thought was, "What have I done?" She was pretty sure that what he did to her was not something that her husband Jim could replicate. In fact, she suspected that her response to her doctor's pussy skills was partly due to his being a stranger. Familiarity with her husband, she now realized, was a roadblock to the kind of wild release she felt with this very experienced pussy professional.
Twenty minutes later, Daisy was sitting across the desk from Dr. James. She was dressed in her career attire and looking very modest, but Dr. James could look at her now with the knowledge that her public hair was indeed blonde and that her nipples were more sensitive than most women's. He also knew that he could have fucked Daisy on his exam table, and she would have loved it. But he was playing a deeper game. His own pleasure could wait. He'd had fun with her, and his cock had pulsed near to an orgasm by itself, but much greater pleasure awaited if he carefully coaxed Mrs. Blanding along.
Dr. James said, "Mrs. Blanding, I think we've isolated your stress problem. Not the cause, but the cure. No doubt your stress will still build, but now we have a way to relieve you. I am available to treat you, or you might try alternatives such as your husband or even other sources for this sort of relief."
Daisy thought to herself, "Other sources?" Her mind filled with images of men servicing her in every way possible. Her imagination was running wild, and it felt good to think about the possibilities."
Dr. James noticed her faraway look. "Mrs. Blanding, did you hear me?"
She blinked and looked at him, "Oh, yes, right now I feel so good. A little embarrassed, but very good."
"Don't feel embarrassed," Dr. James told her. "This is just how we must do things sometimes. Don't think of it as personal. I just showed you how your body works, and that's my job."
Daisy felt a little dizzy hearing that. Not personal, she thought, how can that not be personal? But it did feel funny to have him play her like a xylophone, running up and down her keyboard, and hitting just the right notes every time.
"Before you go," Dr. James said, "there is another level of treatment you might consider. If the tension returns, and I think it will, we can continue this same kind of treatment, or I do have a colleague in another city who has experimented with deep penetration techniques."
Even after what she had just been through, Daisy looked startled at the words "deep penetration." Her head was spinning, yet again, at the thought of what this might mean.
"Let me ask you first," Dr. James said, "can you tell me about your husband's penis size?"
Fred decided to just let that question lay there on the table and to say no more while Daisy squirmed trying to decide if she should be so bold as to reveal such an intimate secret.
"The reason I ask," said Dr. James, "is that most husbands have a rather inadequate penis." He continued, "To supplement the kind of release that you had today over there on that table, ideally you should have followed up immediately with copulation, and the bigger the penis the better."
"For now, I'd like you to go home, take a warm bath, enjoy a calm quiet evening, and see how you feel tomorrow and next week." The doctor said this is soothing terms that made Daisy feel comfortable. "Then," he added, "I suggest a follow up appointment in about a month."
"What would that be for?" she asked.
"I want to check your progress, and you can tell if further treatments, including deep penetration, might be desired."
Daisy nodded, rose from her chair, and left Dr. James' office. On her drive home, she kept feeling a little buzz between her legs, and at home she felt better than she had in a long time.
The month passed, and hardly a day went by when Daisy didn't think of her doctor and his treatment. After the first week, she yearned for another visit and a repeat of his skills. And every day, she thought about deep penetration. The way he said it to her, so matter-of-fact, made it sound so natural.
Daisy called to make the follow-up appointment. The receptionist had been notified to send the call directly to Dr. James if Mrs. Blanding should call. She told him, "I'm calling to make another appointment, like you said."
Dr. James told her, "Yes, of course, how's next Wednesday at 4:00?" She agreed, and he added, "Did you want the deeper treatment?"
