Clayton Smithers was really glad he had listened to his mother when she told him he should become a doctor. Mom had always told him it would be a lot of work but worth it in money and prestige. She had been only part right. Hardly any work had been required, just learning the jargon and technical terms by studying books and papers written by psychiatrists who had taken the hard route to obtaining their degrees. Clayton Smithers had taken the easy route, buying his degree from the best diploma mill he could find, receiving an impressive document and also references from the psychiatric hospitals where he had supposedly interned and served his residency. Anybody could contact these hospitals and when the county medical board did, the diploma mill provided glowing letters of recommendation from them. The diploma hadn’t been cheap and there were still some maintenance expenses such as the letters but the phony doctor had earned his investment back many times over. Mom had been right about the prestige and the money and those were great but Clayton usually thought the best part of all was the terrific sex he had with his patients.
His principal “treatment” method was hypnosis. This was the only psychiatric tool he had ever bothered to learn and he was good at it. Since he was strictly a heterosexual, all his patients were women and once they were under his control in a hypnotic trance, they would do anything he wanted. Clayton had an extensive videotape library of the women doing what he wanted and, enjoyable as the sex had been, he often thought that watching them and himself on videotape was sometimes even better. Being sucked off by the town’s social leader had been very pleasant but subsequent viewings of that august lady licking cum from his cock were even better.
On this one particular day, his first patient was Mrs. Brown, a very good looking and large-breasted young married woman whose husband thought she was frigid, and they wanted her to be treated for it. Clayton didn’t think she was very frigid; she had certainly enjoyed it when he had fucked her on their first session, cumming after about five minutes and again ten minutes later. Clayton had very much enjoyed the session too and, after looking over all his appointments, he decided he would fuck her again. Although reasonably virile, he didn’t want to wear himself out so he usually only had sex with one or sometimes two patients in a day, and Mrs. Brown seemed to be the hottest one who would be seeing him that day.
“Doctor Smithers, Mrs. Brown is here to see you,” announced Miss Crocker, his assistant and office staff. Miss Crocker was in on the scam but, being heterosexual, she wanted nothing to do with the sex part of it. She knew about the videotape collection, kept it neatly cataloged and had even seen some of them, but she had no interest with sex with the women who came to call on her employer or with him either. She was willing to settle for being paid three times the amount she would have gotten for a similar job with a genuine doctor.
“Thank you, Miss Crocker. That will be all. Good morning, Mrs. Brown, and how are you today?” The assistant left, closing the door behind herself.
“I’m really worried that I’m not a real woman, Doctor. The last time I made love with my husband, I didn’t have an orgasm. He was very disappointed and I’m afraid he might leave me for someone who is more responsive. I think my last session here helped, and I felt really good when I left.”
“I’m sure we helped you too and I believe we can do even more for you today. Sit in this chair her and I will hypnotize you and see what we can do to get to the cause of your problem.” From what she had told him, Clayton knew the cause was that her husband was an inconsiderate jerk who didn’t give his wife enough foreplay and ejaculated too quickly. He would never tell her that, though.
After a few minutes of his soothing voice and concentrating on a rotating ball, Mrs. Brown was in a deep trance. Clayton tested her by asking some key questions and then by fondling one of her plumply sexy breasts. When she made no protest except to giggle, he knew she was ready for his “treatment”.
“Susan, I am your husband, Richard. What do you think of me?”
“I love you very much Richard and I’m sorry to be such a disappointment to you. I really wish I was more of a woman, like you deserve. I’m sorry to be so frigid that I don’t have an orgasm when you make love to me.”
“Very well, Susan. We will try it again today but we will have to use that sofa over there instead of our bed. Go over there and take off all your clothes.” Susan went to the sofa that the phony doctor was indicating and started undressing. While she was occupied with that, the “doctor” went to the video camera, made sure it was focused properly and turned it on. The first things it recorded were Susan Brown removing her undergarments and sitting, totally naked on the sofa.
The next thing it recorded was her “husband” approaching her while undressing. When he reached her, he stopped and removed the rest of his clothing, hanging it neatly on the nearby coat rack because he had more “patients to see that day. In anticipation of what was going to be happening for the next two hours, his cock was stiff and ready. Putting one hand on his “wife’s” shoulder he gave her directions.
Suck my cock, Susan. If you love me and don’t want to disappoint me by being frigid, take my cock into your mouth and suck on it. Susan knelt in front of the man who was pretending to be her husband and took his cock into her mouth. After a few strokes, she was moving her head back and forth, taking his cock all the way into her mouth with every stroke.
Watching his cock sliding in and out of his victim’s pretty face gave Clayton Smithers a great deal of pleasure and knowing he would be able to watch the videotape later gave him even more. The most pleasure, though, came from the marvelous feeling of her lips squeezing his shaft as she moved her face back and forth, applying just the right amount of pressure to give him the most enjoyment. He decided that he would cum into her mouth and eat her pussy and fuck, and that would be enough sex for the day.
“Let me sit on the sofa, Honey, and you can kneel in front of me,” he suggested, staying in character. Susan took her cock off his mouth and moved out of the way so the man she believed to be her beloved husband could sit down and be sucked off. Clayton knew exactly where the video camera was focused and he made sure his cock would be in the middle of the picture. Once he was comfortable, she made him even more comfortable, bobbing her head up and down and stroking his cock with her mouth.
“Do you like this, Richard,” she asked, taking his cock out of her mouth and rubbing it against one of her big, erect nipples.
“Oooo, yeah, Susan. That feels really good. Keep doing that.”
Susan continued to pleasure the phony doctor with her breasts, rubbing one nipple and then the other against the head of his cock for a few minutes each. After that she wrapped her lovely breasts around Clayton’s shaft and moved them up and down, licking his cock on every stroke. He knew he was getting close to cumming so he told her, “That feels good, Honey but I like it even more in your mouth.”
