The Doctor’s Cure to Your Perpetual Erection

Step into my office…

You’re lying on my examination table, nervously fidgeting with the paper cover sheet. I can’t help but notice the bulge in your pants as I approach you, clipboard in hand. I begin by asking you to undress, explaining that it’s necessary for me to perform a full examination in order to administer the doctor’s cure. You comply, your nerves evident as you shed your clothing layer by layer. I take a moment to appreciate your toned physique, the way your muscles ripple beneath your skin. You’re clearly self-conscious, but there’s something endearing about your modesty.

As you lie back down on the table, I can see the problem for myself. Your erection is impressive, to say the least. I do my best to maintain a professional demeanor as I begin my examination, but I can’t help the heat that’s building between my legs. “I think I have a solution for you,” I say, meeting your gaze once more. “But it’s going to require a more… hands-on approach.” Before you can respond, I’m on my knees before you, your dick mere inches from my face. I can smell your arousal, and it only serves to heighten my own. Then, I wrap my fingers around your shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze before leaning in to take you into my mouth.

I prefer a more…natural therapy

You gasp as I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, teasing you with every stroke of the doctor’s cure. I can feel you growing harder in my mouth, and I know I’m doing something right. So, I take you deeper, my lips meeting the base of your shaft as I hollow out my cheeks, creating a vacuum that has you moaning with pleasure. I can feel your thighs tensing beneath my hands, and I know you’re close. I pull back, allowing your dick to slip from my mouth with a pop. “Not yet,” I say, wagging my finger at you. “We’re not done here.”

Then, I stand up, shedding my own clothes in a matter of seconds. I’m wearing a lacy black bra and matching thong, and I can see the desire for more of the doctor’s cure in your eyes as you take me in. I straddle your waist, lowering myself down onto your cock inch by inch. You feel incredible inside me, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl. Then, I begin to move, grinding my hips against yours as I ride you. You reach up, cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, pinching my nipples between your fingers.

I lean down, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper, “Do you want to cum?” You nod, your hips bucking up to meet mine. Then, I can feel your dick twitching inside me, and I know you’re close. I lift myself up, your cock slipping out of me with a wet pop. “Not yet,” I say again, a wicked smile on my lips.

The tease and denial is the doctor’s cure!

I climb off the table, pushing you onto your back. Then, I kneel between your legs, taking your dick into my mouth once more. I can taste myself on you, and the thought only serves to heighten my arousal. I can feel your balls tightening in my hand, and I know you’re close. So, I quicken my pace, my mouth moving up and down your shaft as I stroke you with my hand. You let out a strangled cry, your dick pulsing in my mouth as you cum.

I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of you on my tongue. I climb back onto the table, lying down next to you. You turn to face me, your eyes heavy with satisfaction. I smile, running my fingers through your hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. But don’t think this is a one-time thing. I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. I can feel your dick beginning to stir once more, and I know we’re far from finished. Maybe the doctor’s cure is better than hiring a sex therapist!

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