Prologue
John Hanley had a closely held secret--he wasn't really a doctor. He had completed his first year at the Buford College of Natural Sciences and Philosophy when the college closed down unexpectedly.
John considered himself lucky to find a job working for a pharmacist for the next two years. He learned a great deal about ingredients and medications. In his free time, John tinkered with various pharmaceutical ingredients and hit upon a formula he liked so much, he decided to move back home and go into business selling it to other men.
In a stroke of marketing genius, John Hanley decided to rebrand himself as Dr. Handley and to name his new product Dr. Handley's Elixir of Manly Vigour. He boldly declared the elixir treated the Masculine Droops, Increased Stamina, and Enhanced Virility.
Dr. Handley's Elixir of Manly Vigour was mostly lotion with ingredients like sunflower seed oil and beeswax. The silky feeling of the lotion made his hand glide smoothly over his peter whenever he frigged himself. What really made the elixir fly off the shelves was the small dram of eucalyptus he poured into every batch--it made a man tingle and harden. Dr. Handley applied elixir to his own male appendage every night and could attest to its effectiveness.
Dr. Handley purchased a wagon and team of horses and would make a loop through three states, selling to men he met along the way and to the shopkeepers and barbers who wished to keep some of his merchandise in stock. Those shopkeepers and barbers kept his products under locked cabinets and behind closed doors, only available upon request, so that the delicate, feminine patrons would not be offended or accuse them of peddling products that would lead men into moral turpitude.
Many women disapproved of a man pulling his own willy--they called it a mortal sin or some such. Dr. Handley devoted his next concoction to such women--the Tonic for Female Hysteria. The tonic could be poured into coffee or a strongly flavored beverage. Dr. Handley claimed it was guaranteed to cure Upset, Dyspepsia, Vapours, and Foul Humours. The Tonic for Female Hysteria contained a nearly tasteless Russian alcohol called Vodka and an extract from the South American coca leaf. Most female tonics used opium or laudanum or some other derivative of poppy, but Dr. Handley was convinced from his time at the pharmacy that such drugs were unhealthful and addictive. Dr. Handley prided himself on creating a high-quality product and avoided dangerous ingredients.
Although Dr. Handley couldn't say so on his bottles, word quickly spread among his customers that in addition to relaxing upset women, the elixir made it easier for a man to exert his husbandly rights with a cold, unwilling wife. Many men told him in confidence that twenty minutes after adding one or two drops of the Tonic for Female Hysteria in her evening coffee, most wives would quietly submit while her husband undressed her and allow him to perform sexual congress upon her person.
The two products, used together, made men wildly happy--their rods got hard more often, stayed hard longer, and their wives were more willing to receive those rods. Dr. Handley was pleased to have helped many marriages become happier and many babies be conceived.
Curiously, a few men told him that after ingesting the Tonic for Female Hysteria, their wives would go wild with pleasure when touched with certain types of caresses. As an established medical professional, Dr. Handley pretended to be knowledgeable about these certain types of caresses but he definitely wanted to know more about them. Like most men, Dr. Handley had never had a woman particularly enjoy the sex act--they submitted for a coin or to try and trap a man into marriage.
After three years of hard work building a successful business, two disasters struck. First, rumors spread that Dr. Handley had seduced and impregnated an eighteen year old virgin. This was monstrously unfair--no one could prove that he did the deed or that she had been a virgin beforehand. Even if he was the guilty party and he had deflowered the girl, she could have lain with twenty men in the month since he left town. Attacking his good name and damaging his reputation with unprovable claims was outrageous.
Truth was, the vixen had asked for it. She wanted to see his wares, so he has pulled off the trail and set up camp by the creek. She had picked out a few trinkets, gone all flirtatious, and knelt down in front of his chair. She had deftly unfastened his breeches and used her dainty fingers and highly skilled mouth on him.
After his orgasm, she had prepared to leave and he offered her a drink. She wanted some expensive trinkets...and he hadn't gotten his money's worth from her yet. He wanted more than her lovely mouth.
When her eyes glazed over and a wide grin spread across her face, he rushed to unclothe her and himself. She had been a beautiful girl with a sexy blonde thatch and large pink nipples.
When he spread her legs to lubricate her body, he had been delighted to find her hymen was in tact. He had spent several minutes exploring her with his with his tongue, worshipping her sweet cherry. When she moaned a little and started to awaken from the stupor, he carefully smeared elixir of manly vigor inside her entrance and all over his cock.
He suckled her nipples to sharp peaks. When she gasped and started to speak, asking why she was naked, he moved up to lay his hips above hers. Her legs were held open by the presence of his body between them. He reached down and spread her pussy lips apart and pushed his cock forward. His swollen, aching erection slid down her slit until it reached her entrance.
He pushed a little more and was soon buried in her tight, wet, no longer virginal sheath. As he neared completion, she seemed to come out of her trance and acted a little distressed, but he could feel her pleasure as her body released fresh cream and her internal muscles worked him. He considered pulling out, but she felt so damn good he couldn't do it. He had thrust harder and harder, basking in the pleasure her young body gave him, holding off his orgasm as long as he could manage. Long minutes later, his balls has tightened and his thrusts had become even rougher as he pumped spurt after spurt of cream deep inside her, depositing his seed at the mouth of her fertile womb. She had been so tight, so wet, and definitely one of the best fucks of his life up to that point.
The second disaster followed not soon after--word began to spread among the women what Dr. Handley was selling. Unreasonable females demanded businesses cut all ties with him. They lined the streets and formed protests when his tinker's wagon was coming to town. Reluctantly, Dr. Handley sold his home and moved further west, angry at the foul-tempered harpies who ruined him just because they wanted to deny husbands their conjugal rights and keep him away from their virginal daughters.
Two months after Dr. Handley mysteriously vanished from North Dakota, Dr. John Cocke hung his shingle in San Francisco. Dr. Cocke was a handsome young doctor with a diploma hanging on his wall from the prestigious (if misspelled) Harverd Medical School. The document in question looked so new and unblemished, it almost could have been printed in one of the city's dozens of print shops rather than been transported across the country from Massachusetts by the young doctor.
Dr. Cocke specialized in both masculine and feminine sexual disorders. After paying $1 for an office visit, Dr. Cocke was happy to let his male patients fill out a questionnaire and then prescribe each of them the same treatment--Dr. Cocke's Treatment for Masculine Afflictions.
Each man was given a letter instructing him to vigorously apply the Treatment for Masculine Afflictions to the male appendage each night for a period no less than one hour or until ejaculation was achieved. The instructions further stated that daily oral stimulation or sexual congress with their wives was strongly recommended for maximum results. Dr. Cocke personally signed each letter to ensure any doubtful, suspicious wives knew that their husband was following his medical orders and not simply demanding to exercise marital rights for their own pleasure. Dr. Cocke's male patients assured him the letter worked like a charm.
Bottles of Dr. Cocke's Treatment for Masculine Afflictions were wildly popular and no one ever noticed their striking similarity to Dr. Handley's Elixir of Manly Vigour. In addition to the $1 exam fee, he sold each bottle of the Treatment for nearly the shockingly high price of sixty-five cents each. This was more than double the charge for the Elixir of Manly Vigour. Business was booming and the product flew off the shelves.
Dr. Cocke's female patients were handled very differently. For a $3 office fee, women were invited to a treatment room that resembled a bedroom. Dr. Cocke's nurses would offer them a cup of coffee or grape juice that contained a drop or two of Dr. Cocke's Female Tranquility Restorative. Twenty minutes later, when the nurses returned, they would help the women undress and slip on a simple cotton robe.
For an additional 50 cent fee, the highly trained nurses would offer feminine grooming services to ensure freshness and hygiene. Many women accepted this service. Two towels were placed under their hips, foamy soap was applied to their nether regions and the nurses used razors to gently scrape away the hair and leave the women's skin soft and bare.
All women received a liberal amount of Dr. Cocke's Cream to Alleviate and Prevent Womanly Distress. The cream combined aloe, shea butter, coconut milk and a few other ingredients that allowed for a pain-free penetration. Dr. Handley found an Australian herb called Melaleuca that created a warm, tingling sensation for the women deep inside. The cream was smeared liberally onto thick, specially shaped wooden dowels and inserted deeply by the nurses. The nurse would use the dowel to simulate sexual congress while stimulating the clitoris and occasionally the breasts, driving them to orgasm.
Doctor Cocke had uncommonly pretty nurses. Although their pristine new diplomas announced their degrees from elite women's colleges across the country, all of the pretty women in their thirties bore a striking resemblance to recent retirees from businesses like SueEllen's Establishment for Men and Honey's Casino. Both the establishment and the casino were rumored to secretly employ prostitutes under the age of 30 to serve the needs of the older, wealthy, male patrons. A cynical, suspicious person might wonder if Dr. Cocke's nurses were actually retired prostitutes, but the rumor didn't spread very widely.
Dr. Cocke's nurses received extensive training and had multiple tools available to help them complete their diagnostic work and assist each female patient achieve an orgasm--the cure for dysfunction. As part of the job interview, Dr. Cocke insisted that an interviewee pleasure one of his nurses with her hands, several tools, and her mouth while he observed. Dr. Cocke usually rubbed a bit of the Treatment for Masculine Afflictions into his own staff during these sessions. He had to be sure that a woman had the right skills to help his patients before he hired her as a nurse.
At any time, he could secretly observe the treatments through one-way mirrors placed in each treatment room to assure a high standard of care was maintained.
Conversations with his talented nurses and time spent observing them taught him the secret skills and caresses involved in giving women pleasure.
After a session with the nurses, each woman could purchase Dr. Cocke's Cream to Alleviate and Prevent Womanly Distress for $1.25. Dr. Cocke was able to charge women more than men because he had cornered the market--his was the only service and the only cream to help women achieve pleasure.
To keep women coming back in person, Dr. Cocke's Female Tranquility Restorative was a tightly held secret only his nurses knew about. The restorative was tasteless when mixed with grape juice or something similar and its effect on the female brain could not be overstated.
Although Dr. Cocke spent most of his time in the front of the store or with his male walk-in patients, he liked to treat one female patient per day. Dr. Cocke taught his nurses to look for the kind of patients he liked to treat and they would frequently summon him to the observation room so he could inspect the recommended female through the glass.
As a reward for finding the perfect patient for him to work with each day, the nurse got her normal payment and was assigned to an easier task for an hour or two. Usually, he had them filling bottles with the cream, restorative, or the popular masculine treatment while he performed the medical treatment.
This fine arrangement made Dr. Cocke wealthy, kept his cock primed and in top condition, and his balls drained.
