Message-ID: <23322asstr$953871006@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <8bdg17$250$1@nnrp1.deja.com>
X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Mar 23 16:16:55 2000 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Judith and Me (Fm, MC)
Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 23:10:06 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23322>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar
Judith and Me
by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
revised by Trey Gallant
Chapter 2 -- Judith
Although I arrived at Dr. Roth's private clinic on time for my
appointment, I still had to wait. It wasn't bad. The dark-haired
receptionist was sitting in away that allowed me to see up her short
smock every time she crossed and re-crossed her pretty legs.
Interestingly, all the patients were men. One by one they went into
the back; and one by one they emerged, all looking a lot happier than
when they went in. At last I was left alone in the waiting room.
Eventually, a very well-dressed man with a rather spacey look on his
face came out. The receptionist smiled and told me to go in. The
doctor was ready to see me.
I suppose so, but I wasn't ready to see the doctor, not this one! To
my amazement, "J. Roth" was a woman. And what a woman! Even without
her 5" spike heels, she would have towered over me. She was big in
other ways, too. You might say she had a coke bottle figure --the 64-
oz. size! She grinned at my astonishment as I stood speechless trying
to take in the sight. The doctor wore a proper power suit, but the
tailored skirt stopped about a furlong above her knee, and the
expensive silk blouse showcased more than concealed her magnificent
mammaries.
"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a seat and tell me a
little about yourself."
She sat down behind her all-glass desk, which obstructed nothing of the
view of those glorious stocking-clad legs, and opened a file folder.
She began with the standard medical-type questions: name, address, age,
previous medical history, that sort of thing. Abruptly, she closed the
folder, looked me right in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell
me why you really came to see me."
Stunned, I complied. "I ... I'm in a real fix, Doctor. The woman who
lives next door seduced me. For the last few months we have been
having an affair, making passionate love several times a day."
"Excuse me, David," she grinned, "But that doesn't sound like most
men's idea of a problem. You are single. Is she married? Are you
worried about a jealous husband?"
"No, doctor, it's nothing like that. She's unattached, a widow
actually, but she's about twenty years older than I. I've never dated,
much less been infatuated with anyone like her. It started one night
when I dreamed about her. The next day she came to my house and we
wound up making love all night. Since then, I seem to be under some
kind of spell. I can't get free of her and I don't know why I am so
obsessed with this woman. I think I may have been giving her money, I
don't remember. I am spending all my time with her, doing crazy things
I never did before, but I don't remember much what, except fuck ... and
I seem to fall asleep every time we do ..." The tone of my speech
became more anxious, little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I had
not realized myself how distraught I had become about this situation.
"David, David. Calm down. You seem a little tense," Dr. Roth
interrupted. "Let me help you relax, unless you feel nervous about
putting yourself in the hands of a woman ... psychologist?"
"Oh, no," I said, too hastily
"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly."
"Uh, all right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her chair out from
behind her desk and set it next to the couch. She moved to the wall
switch and dimmed the lights, then returned to her chair beside the
couch. Taking my right hand in both of hers she said, "Now we are
going to work on controlling your breathing. I want you to inhale when
I tell you, and time your breathing in to my count. Then you will hold
your breath while I count Then exhale slowly while I count. When you
have exhaled, I will hear me say 'Relax.' Repeat this to yourself.
You don't have to say it out loud. Do you understand?"
I only nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only arm's length,
her obvious charms were overwhelming; her perfume was a fragrant fog
all around me.
"That's right," she said, her voice dropping to an intimate purr.
"Now, in-hale ... three ... four .... Hold it ... three ... four ....
Ex-hale three ... four.... And relax."
"Relax," I said to myself, adding, "three...four ..."
"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more slowly, more relaxed.
In-hale ... three ... four ... five ...six .... Hold it ... three
... four ... five ... six. Ex-hale ... three ... four ... five ...
six ... Relax." She repeated the pattern over and over, each time
slowing down and extending the count. I lost track of how many times
she did this until I heard her say, "That's good, very good. You are
an excellent subject. How do you feel now?"
"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few moments before, I
had found myself on the verge of hysteria. Now I felt so comfortable I
was almost drowsy." Are you still nervous about working with a female
psychologist on this problem," she asked in a velvet voice.
"No. No, it's okay," I replied. Actually, although I was more
certainly more calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting so close,
bending towards me. It was an effort to not look up her dress or into
her blouse's Vee-neckline. And she was still holding my hand.
"David, you're not being completely truthful," she smiled warmly.
"Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I'm a big, sexy
woman, and I'm wearing clothes to make you look at me. I think this
short skirt and my low neckline intimidate you. Perhaps you are
concerned that now that I have you down on the couch, you would become
aroused, and I would notice it. After all, the lights are dim. We are
a man and a woman alone, and no one will interrupt us or see what we
are doing. In your relaxed, vulnerable state I could take advantage of
you ... sexually. Are you afraid of that, afraid of me?"
"Yes, doctor," I admitted.
"Call me Judith. Well, given what you say you have been through, you
are right to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD be very easy to
manipulate your mind to take advantage of you." She paused then
hastened on, "But don't worry, my young friend. I never have sex with
a man against his will. I don't go to bed with a man until I've got
him very, very willing. If I make love to you, I'll make sure you
really want it first. So just put those fears out of your mind."
At some point during this conversation, I don't know exactly when,
Judith had pulled her chair even closer, and had begun stroking my leg
just above the knee. Gradually, her hand had worked its way up to my
crotch. "Listen carefully to me, David. You said something that may
be very important. You said you had a dream about this woman the night
before she seduced you. I want you to relax and try to remember
everything you can about that dream and the seduction."
"I'll try."
"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage of my crotch."
"Oh...Doctor! I don't think you should do that," I gasped.
"You like it, don't you?"
"God, yes!"
"You're supposed to. Now just relax and enjoy the sensations."
"But...it makes ... it makes me so ..."
"Horny." She completed my sentence. "That's why I'm doing it; I want
you to experience an increase of sexual energy."
"But Doctor ..."
"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good. Trust me. Let go
and give in to your feelings. You must be completely open with me.
Let go of your inhibitions. I WANT you to become sexually aroused.
Sexual arousal makes a man docile and obedient. Doesn't my stimulating
you sensually make you feel like doing anything I tell you to do?"
"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.
"That's right, you are going to let me help you. Now take a slow, deep
breath...just like before. Hold it...and let it out slowly. As you
exhale, your eyes will close. You are feeling relaxed and you will
tell me everything about this woman whom you fear is sexually
exploiting you. Whom you dreamed about."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her soft hand slowly put me into a
wonderful, dreamy mood. "As I said, I can't remember any of the dream
after Grace let me start sucking her tit."
"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her name? Grace...?"
"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question. "Grace Archer."
"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself. "So Grace came to
bed with you and you were sucking her breasts. You were very relaxed
in her arms and very horny, just like now. Think. Tell me more."
"Yes, I was kissing and sucking her wonderful breasts. Feeling so
sleepy. Then .... I'm sorry Doctor, it's so hard."
"I'll say it is," she quipped as she continued to massage my cock.
"Don't worry, David. I want you to relax more and try to remember the
dream. You would have known she was an "inappropriate" woman for you,
yet you were feeling very horny. Think about how horny you were, just
like you are now. Tell me about being in bed with her."
"The dream, the dream .... Yes. I took her succulent tits in my mouth.
Instantly her nipples grew hard as rocks as I kissed and sucked them.
By instinct my hands found her wide firm ass and began kneading it
while she began playing with my prick! I was getting more and more
excited, about to come. I thought she was just going to jack me off,
but she just nestled my head on her breasts and spoke softly to me, and
I sort of faded away. Then I seemed to come back. She was still
nursing me at her breast and playing with my cock. Then she stopped,
tranquilized me with a kiss, and crawled on top of me. Effortlessly
she took my prick in her hand and guided it up inside her warm moist
cunt."
"Slowly at first, she started to ride up and down on my cock. She was
fucking me and I was powerless to stop her. But now I seemed to have
no choice. Grace was too heavy, I hadn't the strength to get her off
of me, and soon found I didn't even want her off. It was heavenly
having her on me, being overpowered and fucked by this big sexy woman.
The pleasure was so intense, I couldn't think. I loved what her pussy
was doing to me. My body responded totally to hers. I was being
raped, but I didn't want it to stop. She rode my prick expertly,
getting herself off time after time. Each time she came, I felt my
cock bathed in hot rich cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless,
violated! She was using me to sate her own considerable lust. And
every second of it was ecstasy!
Then at last she started riding me faster. Her canter became a trot
and then a gallop! She was beginning to make me come! I felt the
orgasm build and build until at last I exploded inside her. She
continued riding me, slower now, until I was drained. When she felt my
prick gradually go limp at last, she rolled off me and nestled my head
on her breasts again, and spoke softly to me until the dream seemed to
end."
"See how much you can remember when you let me relax you?" Judith said
sweetly as I lay, letting mer stoke me "Now tell me about the
following night when you say she seduced you. She had you in bed,
feeling weak and vulnerable. Her pussy was going up... and
down...up... and down.... Like my hand on your cock now. It was so
relaxing, David. You couldn't fight it. It felt too good and you
closed your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you... to sleep..." My
eyes were closed, and Judith's voice seemed to come from far away:
"Tell me what happened next."
"Yes ....More is coming back. I vaguely recall that she woke me up
several times and said it was time for me to have more."
"That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you wake up a little. Go
on..."
"Each time," I continued, "She gave me her tits to suck. It made me so
drowsy and so hard again., then she got on top of me and fucked me
until I passed out again from the orgasm. I seem to remember her
talking to me as she fucked me. It all seemed unreal, but it was like
the dream I had the night before."
"Then it was morning and I woke up and found her in my bed, looking
down at me and smirking, I was momentarily confused ..." As I told
this sexy psychologist about it, I seemed to be re-living the
experience.
*****
"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.
"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am' anymore,
although I am old enough to be your mother. I've been making love to
you, so you are to call me Grace, from now on. Your prick spent a
couple of very busy nights in and out of me!" she laughed.
"Two nights?" I asked, even more confused.
"Last night ... and the night before," she smiled coyly."
"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"
"The wildest of wet dreams, young man, and did I give you a romp" she
grinned, leaving me more confused than ever.
"Of course," I mused, trying to sort it out, "but, how could you fuck
me without waking me up?"
"How to fuck an unsuspecting young man?" She seemed to pose it as a
general problem to be solved. "That would be easy, really. First I
might sneak into his bedroom and place a tranquilizer patch on his arm
while he was asleep or if he was awake and in his living room, while he
was distracted by a nice squeeze.. Next, while the drug took effect, I
could play with myself to get good and horny and to make my pussy wet
and easy to penetrate, or better yet get him to eat me. Then I would
pull off his pajamas and cuddle up with him. By then he would be too
doped-up to object to having a sexy woman in bed with him. I'd let him
suck my tits to keep him busy while I started working on his dick until
he had a nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him and ram that lovely
stiff organ of his up inside my slippery pussy. I would get myself off
a few times and then make him come inside me until he was temporarily
drained."
I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she talking about
what she could do, or had done? Last night or the night before? I
couldn't seem to think straight.
"Getting fucked silly puts a man to sleep the right way," she
continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So I'd take off the now
unneeded patch. After that first orgasm, I'd have a better way to keep
him under control and his cock well employed. Any time I felt him
starting to get restless, I'd let him suck my tits again. My breast
would calm him down and stiffened up his prick for me the way I like
it. Then I'd put his prick back in me and ride him to an orgasm that
made him pass out again. It makes for a long, hot busy night."
"That's what you did ... to me! But why?" I gasped.
"Why?" she laughed. "Because I'm an oversexed bitch and needed to get
laid last night and the night before," she grinned. "What better
reason could a woman have for sneaking into the bed of a sleeping man
and fucking him silly? Look at me, David. You should be able to tell
that a woman with big tits and hips like mine has been used to getting
lots of sex all her life. I developed early. At thirteen I was jail
bait and dying to get laid. I put the move on my older sister's 16
year old boyfriend in the back seat of his car. I told him he could
play with my tits the way I had seen him try do with my timid sister.
But I wasn't timid. While he fumbled inexpertly, I unzipped his pants
and worked on his cock until he was hard. I had to show him how to put
it in me, but I got him to fuck me three times that night and I haven't
stopped since."
"For the last thirty years, I've almost never spent a night with an
empty pussy," she continued. "I've had scores of lovers putting their
big cocks between my legs to try to keep me satisfied. Until my third
husband passed away, I had John putting it to me several times a day.
Since then, I haven't been able to get screwed nearly often enough.
Oh, I seduced the parson who came over to offer sympathy, and I have
gone down on a couple of patients at the hospital, but it had been too
long since I had a regular supply of prick for my cunt. I was going
crazy from the dearth of man-meat!"
I was repelled at this vulgar woman's tale, but I couldn't stop her.
"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you through your bedroom
window, undressing. I felt my panties get wet and the revelation
came. 'Look at all that hard young prick right next door, going to
waste tonight!' I said to myself ruefully. 'There is the tool that
could solve your pussy's problems for good. Seduce the owner of that
monster cock, give him a really good lay, and you can make him stick it
up in you anytime you need it.' I got so horny lying there in bed
drinking and dreaming about holding you naked in my arms with your long
thick prick snaking all the way into me, I had to use my largest dildo
to get some relief."
"So earlier this week I decided to try giving you something to look
at. When I saw you ogling my tits and ass, it told me you were my
pigeon. I knew you would be thinking about me, fantasizing about
sucking my big tits, dreaming of my going down on you with my big fat
ass. All I had to do was get in bed with you just one night and I
could make you like it so much I'd turn you into my private fucking
machine! And I have! Your hard young prick is going to be keeping my
pussy very happy. And I am going to make sure you are happy pleasing
me."
"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't do...Oh!"
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold of my cock and
starting to massage it deliciously again. "I told you to call me
Grace. I can make you screw me any time I want to be screwed. And
since I haven't had you in me for several hours, I want it now! I want
to feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick filling up my cunt again. Oh
look at the hard on you've got, lover. This is too much!" she laughed
and touched my stiffening cock. "Oh, yes! What an easy fuck you are.
What a goddam cunt pleaser you're going to be! Just telling you how I
seduced you last night got you horny. You need to get laid all over
again."
"Grace, stop!" I pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her hand encircled
my penis. "You've got a BIG problem here. You are showing signs of
intense sexual craving, David. I diagnose this beautiful hard on
you've got as an attack of chronic cunt deficiency. You need a lot
more sex than you've been getting, young man. Fortunately, I can do
something to alleviate your immediate discomfort. When I see a man in
this condition, I prescribe a good roll in the hay. And the treatment
begins by getting you really hot. Come here and suck my titties," she
grinned.
"Just go to work on my tits again for a few minutes until they are hard
as rocks and my pussy is juiced up nicely. Then I'll administer a dose
of my special medicine that will give you a short respite from your
craving for sex. But I have to warn you, there is no permanent cure
for a man with your problem. You'll have to keep coming back to me
again and again for additional treatments."
The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick made further
resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs...Oh, Grace," I moaned in surrender
as I sank into her voluptuous body. My obedient mouth found her
nipples.
"Ah...That's so nice," she said shortly, her voice thickening with
lust. "You are sucking your Mistress's titties good, so much better
when you're awake, just like I knew you would. I'm getting such a
lovely buzz on. I'm glad your ex-girlfriends have taught you how to
play with a woman's breasts to make her horny and hungry for your
cock. You really do know how to work a woman's tits. You're getting
me so hot! Turning me on like a pro. Keep it up, sir! Oh, Lord, am I
aroused! You've got my cunt wet and itching for that big pecker of
yours. I want it in me now and I want it bad!" Her voice rose.
"You've got me good and hot, young man, hot to fuck. And now, for
setting me on fire, you're going to get a big reward. You're the
fireman whose big long fire hose gets to go into my red-hot cunt to
extinguish the blaze. Best of all, you don't have to do a thing. You
get to lie back and let me do all the screwing. You like it like this,
baby. From now on I will take charge of your sex life and make you
love it! It'll be so easy, David. You like the way I fuck you. Pussy
goes up...and down...up...and down.... It's so relaxing, David. You
are going to close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."
"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way she was turning
me on, but I was afraid I was getting in over my head. Then it came to
me! "Grace, what are you doing? Are you trying to hypnotize me?"
"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again. I put you in a
light trance the first time after we made love, night before last,
while you were dazed and vulnerable. Post hypnotic suggestion left you
weak and easy to turn on. Last night, I hardly needed the scopolamine
I slipped into your drink while you went for ice. You slipped into a
medium trance even as we talked. Now you are going under for me
again. Each time I fuck you, each time you yield, it's going to get
easier to put you under my control, the control that you will come to
love. Now hush, baby, and let me take care of business."
"No, no," I moaned vainly.
"Yes, David. I want you to fight me! The more you struggle the more
helpless you will feel when it feels too good to resist. You are
getting weak, sinking into my power. Close your eyes, David, and let
me fuck you. You're going to fall asleep in my arms, David. You will
fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you will need sex ever so
desperately, every few hours, sex you will be able to get only from
me. You will forget all about that little gnat-breasted fiancee of
yours. You won't need or want any other woman. You'll get all the sex
you can handle from me! I'll keep your prick fully occupied, David."
"No ... How? " I murmured as I felt my self fade.
"I'm a nurse. I work for a psychiatrist and I have been trained enough
in hypnosis to handle a man like you. I've got inside your mind.
After last night, I understand your desires completely. I know your
weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how to turn you
on, David, whether you want to be or not. Like many men, you have a
secret desire to be dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to
get your wish."
"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.
"Yes, domination, my love, my poor horny, weak, baby boy. Now just
relax while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and puts you to
sleep...fucks you to sleep..."
*****
"Like the night before," I found myself explaining to Dr. Roth, "She
rode me to a mind-blowing orgasm that made me pass out. And that is
all I remember."
"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth commented. "What
she said was correct; each time she brought you to climax, she was
putting you into a deeper hypnotic state, what we call
`fractionating.' Hypnosis is the way she will hold you in her power
until you are thoroughly conditioned. This sounds like a classic case
of seduction and female domination. I think Grace Archer is well on
the way to putting you in sexual bondage. Horny young men are
particularly vulnerable to falling under the control of a wily older
woman who has kept her figure. She knows so much about pleasing men, a
young guy just doesn't have a chance."
"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.
"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr. Roth replied. "And
from what I know about her. One more question," she hurried on before
I could digest the implications of this last remark, "do you still have
relations with other women?"
"No," I admitted. "At first I still though about Sara occasionally and
even wanted to call her, but Grace was always with me and there was
never an opportunity to see her. She broke it off eventually, but it
didn't matter. Now I don't have the desire for her or anyone else."
"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you are totally enslaved. Do
you know why she choose you as her ... victim?"
I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door," I said, choosing
to ignore the implications of her first question. "I guess I was
convenient."
She arched her eyebrows. She really did have the most expressive
eyes. "Anything else?"
"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of my hyper-relaxed
and responsive state, I found I was still profoundly embarrassed.
"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to lean a little closer, more intent. "What
does she like about it?" she purred insinuatingly.
"She says..," I gulped. "She says it is so long and thick. She says
she loves the way it goes deep inside her and fills her pussy up."
"Really?" Judith said with a smile. "I think I should examine this
woman pleasing organ of yours ... strictly for professional reasons, of
course."
"Er, ... of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask that? Why did
I agree? But for the life of me, I could not think of a single reason
why she should not look at my cock. Well... to tell the truth, I
couldn't seem to think at all. "Do you want me to pull off my pants?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and let me take care
of it. I've been getting into boys' pants for a long time. I'll just
unbutton you at the waist..." she grinned, matching action to
words,"...and unzip your fly... and pull down the trousers.... Oh my!
You do look good in shorts," she said admiringly. "A nice firm belly
with strong muscles I really should thank Grace for insisting you go
to the gym." She trailed her fingers lightly down my abdomen." And
you have a nice BIG bulge there between your legs where a woman likes
to see one," she smirked, as her hand moved from my lower abdomen to my
crotch again. "I can understand why Ms. Archer was first attracted to
you. Having a man next door with the kind of equipment you have would
make any woman start to scheme about getting you between her legs." As
Judith said this, she began massaging me more vigorously. "I'll have
to examine this more closely..." she said as she pulled down my
shorts. "Ah, yes!" she gasped, now visibly excited.
"Grace says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's touch was
definitely arousing me, and making it difficult to think or speak
coherently.
"Yes, she would," Judith agreed. "I see you do have the equipment to
fulfill your neighbor's sexual needs. That old she-goat is actually
quite fortunate. The mature woman, you know, is at the height of her
sexuality. She has intense desires for sex and she needs frequent and
vigorous intercourse to keep her cravings under control. Men her own
age are past their sexual peak and can't give her enough hard pounding
to satisfy her, so naturally she turns to younger men for the physical
love she requires. Your youth, and strength, and size, and vigor must
please her very well."
"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we have sex," I
murmured.
"Of course she does. How many times a night does she get you to
service her?"
"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first time, I'm in sort
of a fog. She sort of half wakes me up and makes me suck her tits. I
think this gets me hard, and she rides me again."
"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first orgasms, and
doesn't need any more foreplay. She just wants more of you and another
climax." Judith now began directly stroking my penis. "Let me see how
responsive you are."
Within seconds her gentle but insistent touch had given me a full
erection. "Just as I supposed," Judith said smugly. "You are aroused
easily. Why you are getting an erection right now. You are clearly an
over-sexed young man, too easy to turn on for your own good. Grace
Archer makes you need it and uses your need to control you. You are in
big trouble. You can never get free from a witch like that without
help."
"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.
"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require a long series of
treatments. This lecherous woman has you almost totally in her
control. She has twisted your sex drive so that you crave her
domination. You need to be under the woman's control in order to have
sex. Loosening the powerful grip she has on your mind won't be easy,
but I believe I can help you if you are willing to start right away,
before she gets her clutches on you again."
"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the treatments be difficult?"
"They will take time," Judith asserted. "but I will succeed if you'll
just let me have my way with you."
"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in trepidation.
"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy them very much.
Just close your eyes and relax. This doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked
and began to work my prick still more vigorously.
"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels wonderful ... but
... you are making me feel so ... so horny. If you keep that up, you
will make me...want.... Well, I won't be able to control myself. I'm
starting to want to be fucked. You're making me want to fuck you, just
like she does, ... but you're my *doctor*...What will I *do*?"
"Don't worry, David. It happens fairly frequently to men who come to
see me. A man lies there on that couch and looks up at my breasts, or
is unable not to peek up under my skirt, and it is natural for him to
become aroused. It is dark in here and he knows he is alone with me.
He feels weak and vulnerable. He knows how easily I could seduce him
and no one would know. He begins to fantasize about my taking
advantage of him."
"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about having a
powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make them have sex. It's easy
to see when a man wants to be seduced. If he's cute, and looks like he
has the right stuff to make it fun for me, too, then I provoke him
until he's panting with lust. Then before he knows what has happened,
I drop my smock, climb on him, and give him some relief. Of course, I
usually have to charge separately for sessions in which I provide such
a special `service.' Not many HMO's cover it" she grinned. "Many men
come to me for no other reason. They enjoy having a masterful woman
put them down and fuck them silly."
"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the beginning of
your therapy. I want you to watch me carefully while I strip. Seeing
me in bra and panties will arose you intensely. You are going to
become very excited and then I'm going to screw you really good!
Having intercourse with me is part of your treatment."
"But Doctor, this is just what Grace does to make me fuck her!"
"Of course she does. All women do the same things to men when we want
them to fuck. There haven't been any new ways of turning a man on
invented recently," she chuckled.
"But why do you have to fuck me?"
"To free you from Grace's enslavement, I must take stronger control of
your mind than she has. I will put you in a hypnotic trance that will
make you do anything I say."
"Please don't do that, doctor," I objected. "I'm afraid."
"Sorry, but you won't be able to stop me. I am going to use a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's defenses against my control and
permit me help you. It is a powerful drug that will put you to sleep,
into a deep sleep." she grinned as she stood up and loosened her skirt
and let it fall to the floor.
"Are you ready to take you your medicine?" she asked"
"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. "Is it a new and dangerous drug?"
"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been using it to make
men succumb for eons. It IS dangerous, however. Men have always
feared its power. It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug that
can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it to him. But when a
woman offers him a dose, he can't help taking it. Men let women drug
them because they enjoy too much the way we administer it," she said
and she crawled on top of me.
"The drug is our pussies, David. The beautiful feeling flows from
between my legs into your penis when it penetrates into my cunt," she
continued and slid my prick into her cunt. "It goes to your brain. It
makes you do anything I say. You like this drug. You will come back
often. When I finish making love to you, you will want me more than
you want your neighbor."
"But then I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather than her?"
"That's Grace's problem. But I will have myself a new hard-dicked
young lover. After all, I am a mature woman just like your neighbor.
I, too, have a voracious sexual appetite which your big young dick can
help satisfy."
"You tricked me, Judith!"
"'All's fair in love and war,' my friend and this is both. Besides, I
don't believe you will be sorry for long that I tricked you. Look at
shape of the woman you're going to be getting," she continued as her
blouse followed the skirt and she stood beside me in bra and panties.
"From the moment you came in here and I saw the size of your dork, I
knew I was going to seduce you. I'd have prescribed this same
treatment, whatever your complaint. I could see you were the kind of
strong-bodied, vulnerable man I like. From now on, that beautiful
prick of yours will be reaming the insides of MY cunt, starting now.
So give it to me!" she barked and pushed me roughly down on the
couch. Them she was on top of me, her pussy devouring my cock. "I'm
going to fuck you until you forget your neighbor, David. From now on
you fuck only me, only me, only me ..."
I must have had a huge smile on my face when I passed out.
To be continued.
I intend to use this posting as a "discussion draft" and will make
changes before it is re-archived. Comments are welcome at
vargas111@yahoo.com
--
You can read Homer Vargas stories at
http://www.storiesonline.net (Thanks, Lazeez.)
and
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/ (Thanks, Kristen)
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+