Sexual Healing

If Ben were to tell the truth, it was probably mostly wishful
thinking that led him to be sitting here in front of Laura with his
shirt off.

He had always had a crush on Laura... now Dr. Hill... when they
shared a few classes in college, but it never got anywhere past a
familiar friendship. After a while, she went off to med school and
they went their separate ways, and he had not heard from her again.

Until, that is, he learned recently that she had opened her own
practice in the city. Ben immediately quit seeing his doctor and
began coming to Laura... Dr. Hill. Realistically, he realized on a
logical level, that was probably a bad idea. It could be embarrassing
and a bit uncomfortable to expose himself so completely to someone he
knew so well, to allow an old friend to examine you so thoroughly and
intimately. Though Ben would be loathe to admit it, he probably
subjected himself to it because of so remaining lingering hope that
something might could happen between them. Surely during a visit he
would be able to work up the courage to ask if she wanted to have
dinner with him or something.

Dr. Hill told Ben how to breathe as she placed the stethoscope
various places on his chest using her left hand (still utterly
ringless, Ben noticed). A vague frown remained on her face as she did
so. Ben primarily just enjoyed the view as she worked. While the
buttoned-up white coat afforded little in the way of skin visibility,
he couldn't help noticing how well she filled it out.

Laura stood back up.

"I don't know, Ben, I'm just really not sure. I'm going to need you
to take your pants off now."

Ben stood, trying to keep the blood from rushing to his face, slipped
off his shoes, and then pulled his slacks down and then off,
spreading them on the table next to him before sitting back down.

"The underwear, also, Ben," Dr. Hill said.

This time the blush was unavoidable, but now Ben was more concerned
about keeping the blood from rushing somewhere else as he revealed
himself to the beautiful redhead.

Laura reached out, lifted his member with her elegant fingers as if
taking measure of its heft, and then placed those fingers on the sac
beneath. Ben hoped Laura did not notice the expression on his face as
he fought to keep his cock from hardening while she worked each of
his balls with her cold-seeming fingers, squeezing firmly but not too
hard to judge the size and texture of each.

The frown returned to Laura's face.

"I'll be blunt with you, Ben. Do you masturbate?"

The blush returned to Ben's face. "Yes," he said hoarsely.

"How frequently?" Dr. Hill asked.

Ben's embarrassment deepened. Since his break-up with his last
girlfriend four months earlier, he had not had sex with anybody, and
so had to turn to his own resources for relief. "About every day
now."

"So much for doing this the easy way," Dr. Hill said, apparently to
herself. Then, turning her attention back to Ben, "I'm going to need
a semen sample to measure the amount of ejaculate. Can you provide
that, or do you require assistance?"

From the sensation in his member at the thought of what she had just
said, Ben knew that his cock could spring to life at any moment if
things kept going the way they were.

"I can handle it," Ben said, and then blushed again as Laura raised
an eyebrow at his unintentional pun.

"All right," she said, handing him a plastic cup from the counter.
"I'll step outside, just let me know when you're through."

After Laura closed the door, Ben finally allowed himself the hard-on
that he'd been fighting while she was in the room. The memory of her
hands on him just a moment earlier was more than enough to facilitate
the process, and Ben quickly shot his load into the cup.

"OK," he said in a voice he was sure she could hear through the door.

Dr. Hill came in, and it was not until he saw her gaze take his
measure that he had realized that he had not allowed time for his sex
to return to its previous state before calling her back in. After a
quick study of his saluting cock, she pulled a tissue from the box on
the counter and gave it to him to wipe himself off with.

She took the cup from him and examined its contents. "Hmmm," she
said, the frown returning again. "Ben, you'll have to excuse me for a
moment. I need to go check something."

"OK," Ben was beginning to worry a bit. He reached for the underwear
on the table next to him.

"No," Laura said. "Stay just like you are."

Ben left the underwear where it was, remaining on the table as Laura
left the room with the cup containing his cum.

He had forgotten his watch that morning, but as best he could tell he
said naked on the table for about half an hour before Laura finally
came back.

"Ben," she said when she returned to the room, "is it safe to assume
that you usually ejaculate more than that during intercourse?"

Ben paused. He had never really thought about it, and certainly had
never measured, but when he thought about it, he did always seem like
he came harder and more when it was in a woman.

"Yeah," he replied.

"That's what I thought," Laura said. "You have a combination of
situations, neither of the two rare in itself, but together a real
problem, apparently. First off, you have overproductive testicles.
You create and store too much semen. Second, your reproductive system
does not respond to masturbation the same way it responds to actual
sex, and you ejaculate only a minimal amount of semen. You'd be
surprised at how complicated some of the automatic sexual responses
are. In short, masturbation alone is not sufficient release for the
semen you build up. Unless I miss my guess, you would have to spend
most of your free time masturbating every time you could get an
erection to really fully take care of the problem. I think we can
address the problem through diet and medication, but it will take
about a year to get it fully under control. In the meantime, you need
to have sex at least, at a minimum, once a week to ejaculate
adequately. Otherwise, you could have real problems with your
testicles if this continues, and not that far down the road."

"But..." Ben started with a look of panic on his face, not sure how
to continue.

Dr. Hill saw his concern. "May I take it that since you're
masturbating every day that means you don't have another sexual
outlet right now?" she asked, taking something out of one of the
counter drawers.

"Um..." Ben blushed deeper than he had during the entire visit.
"Yes," he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Well then," she said, "I guess we'll have to make this part of the
treatment."

Ben didn't even have time to wonder what she meant. Despite his
recent self-release, his cock sprang to immediate attention as Dr.
Hill hiked her skirt and removed her panties, allowing Ben a very
brief glimpse of her fiery red bush.

She took his pants and underwear from the table and spread them on
the counter. "Just lie down please, Ben," Dr. Hill said. Ben could
scarcely believe what apparently what was going on. Surely this
amazingly beautiful woman was not about to...

As Dr. Hill walked back over to the table, he saw that the item she
had taken from the drawer was one of the condoms she had to give out,
which she removed from the package. Ben barely stifled a moan as she
rolled it over his burgeoningly erect cock.

Laura slipped the high heels off her feet, and then got onto the
table herself, with amazing balance, straddling Ben on the table.

Ben was not sure what to do. Dr. Hill adjusted her skirt, and then
using her left hand, guided his member into her. It was all he could
do to stifle a reflexive jerk as he felt the head of his cock slip
into the moist area past her lips. She removed her hand, adjusted her
skirt again, and then lowered herself farther, taking his member way
up into her. This time Ben was unable to restrain a noise as he felt
his shaft go all the way up into her wet cunt.

Without noise, and with what seemed like clinical precision, Dr. Hill
began moving up and down on Ben's cock, showing no reaction at all as
she rode him. Ben, aware of the thinness of the walls of the office,
forced himself to be silent as the pressure within him built up, but
the sensation was quite apparent on his face, while the expression on
Laura's beautiful face remained absolutely stoic.

If Dr. Hill had even come close to an orgasm before Ben shot his
second wad of the visit, she gave no sign off it. Ben, with a very
audible gasp, released his cum into the condom inside Laura, losing
count of the spurts. Laura rose up off of Ben's cock, and as soon as
he was out of her, got down off of the table. As Ben sat up, she
removed the condom from his member, examining its contents as she got
it off.

"Ah," she said. "Much better."

Laura went back into the tissue box and wiped herself off, then
slipped her panties back on.

"OK, you can get dressed now," she told him. As Ben wiped himself off
and then put back on the clothing on the counter, Dr. Hill removed
the 

soiled paper from the table.

"All right," she told him. "We will have to continue this treatment
every week until you find another outlet." She walked over to a book
on the counter. "Why don't we plan on this same time next week?"

Ben could scarcely believe it. "Um, yeah, sure. That will be great."

"All right, then," she said, opening the door. "Have a good day."



Very frequently during the following week, Ben's thoughts returned to
that visit, and to the one coming up a week later. He still couldn't
believe it. He had never heard of anything like this, and certainly
had never heard of a doctor screwing her patient for medical reasons.
However, he certainly wasn't going to complain. After all those years
of wanting Laura to finally get her, he didn't care how unusual the
circumstances were. It was a dream come true.



The second visit was just as straightforward as the first. The nurse
who led him to the room told him to take off his pants, and then left
the room. He sat there, naked below the waist for several minutes
before Dr. Hill came in.

"Good afternoon, Ben," she said, and without even waiting for a
reply, began fingering his balls, squeezing them to feel their
firmness, and nodding occasionally as she did. This time, he didn't
even bother trying to fight his reaction, his cock began hardening as
Dr. Hill continued her attentions.

"All right, Ben, lie down please."

Ben did as he was told. The whole procedure had the same clinical
feel. She slipped her panties off again, and placed a condom on his
cock. Then, with his shirt still on, she mounted him and took him
into her. She rode him until he came, then examined the contents of
the condom. She cleaned up as he dressed, just as before.

"All right, Ben. Same time next week OK with you?"

"Yeah, fine," he answered.



During the next week, Ben decided that he wanted something more than
that. While he had often fantasized about Laura, the fantasies had
involved a lot more than he was getting. Certainly, the sex was not
bad at all, and the cold clinical procedure added a certain kinky
allure, but Ben's mind was too full of images of running his hands
over Laura's naked body, of taking her breasts into his mouth, of
hearing her moan as he explored her body. He wasn't sure how he would
achieve this yet, but he decided that he was going to come up with
something.



As he sat exposed on her table the next week, he fought a reaction as
she fingered his cock and balls, refusing to harden to the medical
examination. He continued fighting the erection as she pulled off her
panties, and took out the condom.

"Is there a problem, Ben?" Dr. Hill asked as she held the condom near
his still-limp penis.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Hill," he said, barely able to keep himself from
springing to life. "I guess it just needs some more stimulation," he
told her, envisioning in his mind her removing the white coat, then
revealing the breasts underneath.

"Very well then," she said. "Please sit right on the edge of the
table, and then lie back."

He did as he was told, but kept his head up so that he could watch
what was going on. This was not what he had in mind. She turned away
and went over to the counter and got something. "Spread your legs,
please," she said, and he uncertainly obeyed. As she came and stood
between his legs, he saw that she had gotten a long cotton swab. He
was still unsure about what she was doing, until he felt the end of
the swab press against his exposed anus. He felt the thin wooden
shaft enter further and further up into him, and then with Dr. Hill's
usual clinical precision, explore his inside, placing pressure on
parts of him that were not used to such a sensation. This was not
what Ben had been planning on at all, but he was unable to fight
against a reaction to her probing. His cock quickly became rock hard.

She removed the swab, and then guided him back further onto the
table. She quickly slipped the condom on his member, and then climbed
onto the table, straddling him. As she adjusted her skirt and began
lowering herself, Ben decided to be bold and try something else.
"May... may I touch you?" he asked.

"If it helps," Dr. Hill replied, no emotion apparent in her voice.

He placed his hands on her sides as she lowered her cunt onto his
cock, filling herself with him. As she began to move up and down on
him, he decided to brave trying something else. He took his hands
from her sides, and placed them on her breasts, surprised at their
apparent firmness through the three levels of cloth. Again, there was
no reaction from her as he squeezed and handled her breasts.

As he felt the pressure began to build up, the sensation in his cock
becoming stronger and stronger, he took his hands from her covered
breasts and slipped them into her skirt, placing them on her cheeks.
This time, they found bare flesh, and Ben explored the smooth surface
of her bottom before grabbing it firmly, using his hold to add force
to her motion up and down on his shaft. Still, Dr. Hill was
completely quiet, but this time Ben was sure he could see her biting
her lower lip. The excitement reached its peak and he exploded inside
her.

"Very good then," Dr. Hill said as she climbed off of him. Ben
thought he heard a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. The
clean-up process was as straightforward as always. "Listen, I'm
pretty booked up a week from today..." Disappointment flashed through
Ben's mind before she continued. "So I was wondering if you might be
able to come by after normal office hours for your visit next week."

"Yeah, sure," he answered. Dr. Hill opened the door and let him out.
"I'll see you then" she said. As he left, Ben did not notice that she
had not put her panties back on.



Ben panicked briefly when he arrived the next week at the appointment
time and discovered that the office was locked up and dark, but then
noticed that there was still one car in the parking lot. He knocked,
and a moment later Laura opened the door and let him in. She had let
her hair down, and her white coat hung loosely over her shoulder,
revealing a white blouse underneath.

"Come on back, Ben," she said. Ben was struck by how quiet and empty
the office was as she guided him through the halls.

She led him back to a room, and told him to take off all of his
clothes. As soon as he was completely naked, the clothes spread on
the counter, she began her regular inspection of his genitals. Once
again, Ben did not even bother to fight his cock's reaction to the
exploration of her cold fingers.

"Hmmm...." Dr. Hill said. "Ben, I'd like to try something a little
bit different today. If the procedure makes you uncomfortable at any
time, just let me know."

"OK," Ben said hesitantly. He had no idea where this was going, and
his mind began to fill with worry until Laura knelt down and took his
erect cock into her mouth.

It was the most direct blow job he had received since high school.
There was no build up, Dr. Hill did not bother exploring him with her
tongue or taking his balls into her mouth, she just wrapped her lips
around his cock and went to work. Which was not to say it was a bad
blow job at all, if such a thing exists. Laura worked him expertly,
using her tongue with perfect precision once he was inside her mouth,
giving just enough attention to the head without overdoing it. A
couple of times he was sure that she backed off intentionally when he
was on the edge of orgasm. Finally, she brought him to the edge. He
didn't even bother to warn her, he was sure she knew what she was
doing (even if he had no idea). He exploded into her mouth, and she
drank up everything he shot into her. Ben could scarcely believe it.
He had certainly never heard about THIS medical procedure.

"Very good," she said, taking tissues to wipe off the head of his
cock and the edge of her mouth. "Excuse me for a moment, while I go
check on something."



Once again, Ben had no idea how long Laura left him alone in the
room, naked on the table. When she returned, Ben could have sworn
that she had undone a button or two at the top of the blouse; the
slightest bit of ivory cleavage was now visible.

"I, um, was not able to get a completely accurate measurement, but I
don't believe that was not adequate for our purposes," she said. Ben
was rather amused. It had been quite adequate for him. "We will have
to proceed with the usual treatment as well, I'm afraid."

As Dr. Hill took his member into her hand, Ben discovered that the
time she had been out of the room had been adequate for him to
recover from her recent oral attentions, his cock hardened at her
touch, which seemed more like a caress this time than an examination.

After placing the condom on him, Dr. Hill climbed onto the table. Ben
noticed that she had not even been wearing any panties this time. As
she climbed into a position straddling him, she told him, "You may
touch me again, if that helped you last time."

Ben thought that was an inane remark, like he was going to turn down
an offer like that. He placed his hands on her side as she lowered
herself down, pushing his cock through her cunt lips, enveloping his
member with the moist walls inside. As she began riding him, he moved
his hands to her breasts. Having not noticed it before, he was
surprised to find that she was not wearing a bra underneath. The
single thin layer of cloth allowed him a much better feel than the
coat, blouse and bra had last time, and he found that they were even
more supple than he had been able to tell last time. He took the
liberty of thrusting into her as best he could in the circumstances,
instead of lying back passively as he always had before. Laura
reacted by changing her rhythm, riding him more aggressively than she
had been before. His fingers found her nipples through the cloth and
began toying with them. He was surprised when Dr. Hill actually let
out a moan, the first sound she had uttered during their treatments.

Ben relaxed, and began to screw her like this was actual lovemaking,
and not some clinical procedure. Aware that no one else was in the
office, he allowed himself to make some noise. He looked up at Dr.
Hill and discovered that she was definitely biting her lip now, a
strained look on her face. He began fighting the pressure and
excitement building in his cock, focusing on his thrusting into her
and caressing her with his hands exploring as much of her body as he
could. Laura let out another little moan, followed shortly afterward
by another somewhat louder one, which led to a series of moans. The
rhythm of her hips on him changed again as she began to seem more
serious about screwing him. Ben became unable to fight it any more,
and heard her let out a scream as he came in her.

"Well, um... very good," Dr. Hill said, as she raised off of him,
sliding his cock out of her extremely wet cunt, and climbed down. She
seemed noticeably out of breath. "That was... very good, Ben," she
said, examining the condom as if its contents had been what she was
referring to. She looked down at herself, and adjusted her skirt, as
if that made her look less disheveled. The entire time, she seemed a
bit taken off guard, and perhaps a bit... confused, maybe. He had to
walk over to the counter himself and get some tissues to clean
himself up with, and then began to get dressed.

"Ben," Laura said hesitantly. "Why don't we plan your visit for this
same time next week. I... um... will be... booked up again."



That week, Ben was even more determined and more disappointed. He
couldn't say that he was enjoying it. This beautiful woman whom he
had wanted for years was practically making him screw her, and the
sex was not bad at all. That last visit, in particular, had been
better than a lot of experiences he had had lately. And he was
breaking through her cold clinical front, beginning to make her
respond like a woman to their encounters. He was sure that he had
brought her to orgasm last time, and just as sure that she had not
intended that at all. There may be a good medical purpose for this,
Ben thought, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy it. This was
beginning to be more like what he had envisioned a couple of weeks
earlier.

But it was not there yet. He and Laura had been good friends at one
point. And while his fantasies of making love to her were coming true
in a way that he had never dreamed, they hardly spoke a word to each
other now. She was like a stranger to him, although a stranger with
whom he had frequent great sex. The hopes he had when he first went
to see her of maybe asking her dinner some time were going by the
wayside rapidly. How did you have a casual encounter with somebody
after that sort of experience? "How was your day? That was a great
screw the other day, by the way"? But he did not know what to do, he
couldn't just quit this. He made up his mind, though, that he would
do something.



What he did ended up being simple enough. During his next visit, when
Laura told him to take off his clothes, Ben decided he had reached a
now-or-never decision point. So he, quite simply, asked her how her
day had been, as he complied with her command.

Laura snorted. "You want the polite 'just fine' answer or the longer,
less upbeat, honest answer?"

"I want the true answer. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

Ben got the full version of the answer. Laura started telling him all
about her day at work, and then moved on from there to the transition
she had been going through in her move, learning her way around,
trying to find something to do in a place where she knew no one, that
sort of thing. The ended up talking for the better part of two hours,
a conversation that seemed more like the long talks they used to have
in college, other than the fact that Ben was sitting stark naked
through most of it. Finally after quite a while, Laura turned her
attention back to the matter at hand.

"Well, I guess I need to go ahead and get to work, huh?" she said,
reaching out her hand, taking his member in her fingers, giving it a
caress as she lifted it, keeping one hand on his penis as the other
turned its attention to his balls, cupping them before beginning the
usual examination.

"Look," Ben said, "there's no reason why we shouldn't make the most
of this situation."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Hill asked, keeping her focus on the content
of her hands.

"I mean," he said, "that as long as we have to do this, you might as
well enjoy it. There's no reason it shouldn't be pleasurable for
you."

Ben was sure he caught the slightest red tinge appear on Laura's
cheeks. "I... this is just a... procedure. I'm not supposed to enjoy
it."

"But that doesn't mean you can't," Ben replied, and, without waiting
for an answer, began undoing the top button of the blouse under her
open white coat.

When she did not make the protest he only half thought she might, he
continued with the next button, and the next, and the next. He
quickly discovered that, like last week, she was not wearing a bra,
the insides of her breasts was visible even before he spread the
opening of the blouse, the smooth flesh looked soft and inviting. He
pushed the coat back off of her shoulders and it fell to the ground,
joined quickly by the blouse, leaving Dr. Hill standing topless
before her naked patient, finally allowing a view of the breasts
which had appeared in his dreams so often since their first visit.

Laura slipped out of her shoes, as Ben kissed one shoulder, and then
worked his way down until he was kissing her breasts, tracing the
curves with the edge of his tongue, taking one nipple and then the
other into his mouth, barely catching them in his teeth before moving
his mouth away, his breath sending a chill through the moist ivory
skin. Dr. Hill made no effort at repressing her moans this time.

She wrapped her arms around his bare body, pulling him to her. He
kissed the side of her neck as his hands found the button of her
skirt, undoing the fastener to allow the skirt to join her other
clothes on the floor. Laura was once again without panties under the
skirt, Ben saw fully the fiery red patch of pubic hair he had just
glimpsed during his first visit before the skirt even hit the ground.
Dr. Hill stepped out of the skirt, and joined Ben in standing fully
nude in the middle of the examining room.

Ben guided Laura onto her table, and then performed his own
examination of her with his hands and mouth, his fingers exploring
every inch of the smooth skin of her nude body, his mouth kissing her
full on the mouth deeply before moving down, stopping at her neck for
a moment before returning to her firm supple breasts once more,
licking and sucking each breast and nipple in turn until he elicited
a moan, and then headed downward once more. His tongue barely flicked
around the edge of her navel, and then he brought his hands around to
spread her legs wide, kneeling before her as he did. His lips
explored her inner thigh as he decided he would return her favor from
last week. His tongue flickingly explored the outside of her mound,
earning another moan from Dr. Hill, and then forced its way in past
her netherlips. The doctor began to moan in earnest as he explored
the inside of her cunt, pushed his tongue back and forth in a
thrusting motion, and then found her clit, bringing her to a
crescendo. His juices flowed onto him as he brought her to orgasm,
her scream echoing through the empty office.

Fully aroused and too excited to wait much longer, Ben guided Laura
into a turn on the examining table, so that she was lying lengthwise
with her open legs to either side of it. He climbed onto the table
and with no further adieu, pushed his erect member into her, into the
area that his tongue had just recently vacated, finding it quite well
lubricated. She moaned and then wrapped her legs around him, pulling
him deep into her. She kept him in that embrace as he began slowly
thrusting back and forth, kissing her breasts, lips and every inch of
her upper body as best he could as he made love to her slowly,
savoring the sensation. As Dr. Hill let her legs fall back to her
side, though, his thrusting became harder and faster, and she rubbed
her hands up to the rounded flesh of his bottom, grabbing him there
to pull him into her with each thrust. Dr. Hill came first, and was
screaming with abandon by the time Ben finally reached his orgasm.

With the walls finally down, Ben began to look forward to his weekly
treatment more and more each time, as it got better and better every
time he saw her.

It was two months later, however, that Ben found himself in somewhat
of a quandary. The business trip he was on got extended against his
will, and he was two embarrassed to say anything to his boss to
explain why he needed to get back. And so he found himself in another
city, in need of a treatment that he was not sure how to go about
getting. He considered hiring a prostitute, but realized that while
he probably could have overcome any objection he had to it,
considering his need; he just had no idea how to go about it. He
pictured himself offending some local innocent bystander woman, or
worse yet, being hauled off in handcuffs by the local police.

Finally, three days after his scheduled treatment, when he was sure
he could begin to feel the problem building, he decided to find a
local doctor to help him. He went to the hospital, trying to look
casual as he just hung out, watching for a female doctor about his
age who was without a wedding band.

Finding a possible savior after about an hour of waiting, he pulled
her aside and explained his problem.

"WHAT?!" she replied after he finished.

"And, so, um, I was, um, wondering if, um, you, um, might could....
help, or, um, might know something that, um, I could do."

The doctor studied his face for a moment before finally deciding that
he actually was earnest about this, and it wasn't just some bizarre
attempt at a pick-up.

"Sir... I have never heard of anything like this before. I can assure
you that no such condition exists, and that this... "treatment" is
not a medical practice at all. Who did you say this doctor was?"

"Dr. Laura Hill," Ben told her, suddenly confused, though with
dawning elation that he may not have some horrible genital condition
after all.

A strange look went across the doctor's face. "And what is your name,
sir?"

Ben, more than a little embarrassed, debated whether or not to tell
her, but decided that after what he had just asked, probably owed her
telling her whatever she wanted to know, and gave her his name.

The doctor began laughing.

"What? What is it?"

"Laura was a friend of mine in college. She used to talk about this
guy, you,  that she had always had a huge crush on, but had never had
the nerve to do anything about it. You, my good sir, have been had."

Thinking back on their weeks of treatment, Ben realized that he had,
indeed, been had. Often and well.

And with this little piece of insight, he was looking forward more
than ever to his next doctor's visit.