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Claudia hesitated as she read the white painted letters on the door: Dr.Henry Stuart, M.D., Ph.D. , and then the single word beneaththat ricocheted throughout her brain: Psychiatrist .She wanted to reach for the handle, but her hand declined to move. Foryears she had suspected she might need professional help; her closest friendshad echoed that opinion on more than one occasion. Now only one hand andone door stood between her and a chance for a normal life. She droppedher brow and her gaze- she did want a normal life, didn't she?

With a firm lip Claudia forced her treasonous fingers to the handle, threwthe door wide, and strode into the office beyond. Marching to the receptionist'sdesk, she glanced at the nameplate before looking to the woman behind the desk. "HelloJenny," she began, "I'm Claudia Burns. I believe I have an appointmentfor two o'clock but I'm meant to fill out some paperwork before then."

The receptionist flashed a civil smile. "Yes, ma'am," she replied,reaching for a clipboard and a pen. "If you'll please have a seat on thecouch and fill these out. Dr. Stuart's one o'clock rescheduled, so he can seeyou as soon as you are finished."

Claudia nodded and accepted the clipboard. Muttering a token, "Thankyou," she examined the paperwork on the way to the sofa. She gave a cursorylook to the fine wood and upholstered furnishings as she took her seat, thenbegan the monotonous task of filling out the short stack of forms.

A quarter-hour later, the patient returned to the receptionist.

"Finished?" Jenny inquired.

"Yes," Claudia acknowledged with a shallow nod, extending the handbearing the clipboard.

"Ok, then," Jenny replied as she accepted the paperwork. "I'llgive these to Dr. Stuart. Please have a seat."

Claudia returned to the sofa. Another fifteen minutes passed before the receptionistsummoned her, "Mrs. Burns?"

Claudia rose. "It's Miss Burns."

Jenny flashed an innocent smile. "Oh, I beg your pardon Miss Burns.Dr. Stuart will see you now. Right through that door."

Claudia's confidence wavered again as she turned to face the mahogany panelthat stood between her and the doctor. Am I really going to see ashrink? Am I really crazy? Only one way to find out , she concludedas she barged through the portal.

Henry Stuart eyed his incoming patient with some surprise. She was hardlythe downtrodden, overweight, nearly middle-aged woman he had come to anticipatefrom reading her file. Indeed, she appeared to be in her mid-twenties, witha pleasant, almost innocent, face surrounded by full mane of dark, wavy hair.Her figure, though sporting a hint of softness, was still firm enough to doher trimly tailored business suit justice.

Claudia eyed the doctor with equal curiosity. He certainly did not look likea psychiatrist to her. The man was younger than she had expected; and talland rather gangly as well, with a curly mop of dirty blonde hair. His coatdidn't match his trousers and neither fit better than the other. He lookedmuch more like Bob Dylan than Bob Newhart.

Henry stood and issued a civil smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Burns."

"Good afternoon, Doctor," she replied with a polite bob of herhead.

"You prefer the chair, or the couch," Dr. Stuart inquired, motioningto both seats.

Claudia briefly examined the black leather sofa and the matching chair. "Isn'tthe couch the traditional place for the patient?"

"Yes, Miss Burns, but I believe in doing things because they work, notbecause everyone else does them. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I have beensuccessful in curing every one of my patients."

"Every one?"

Henry flashed a lips-closed grin before affirming, "One hundred percent."

The woman smiled as she nodded. "I'll take the chair then. And do callme Claudia."

Henry did his best to imitate her grin as he picked up the clipboard. Hestrolled to his sofa and lay down, as if he was the patient. At once, Claudiafelt somehow more secure and less intimidated- exactly the reaction the doctorhad sought.

"Now," Henry began, "As I understand it, you've a historyof being abused by your spouses. Correct?"

"Not exactly," Claudia replied. "You see, I am attracted tomen who abuse me, that much is true. But I actually enjoy beingabused." She shook her head in a slow, wobbly motion. "I don't knowwhat's wrong with me."

"But you do want the pattern of abuse to stop?" the doctor pressed.

"Yes," Claudia replied. "I want to quit enjoying it."

"Why do you want to quit enjoying it?"

"Well," Claudia's brow fell as she paused. "I'm not supposedto like it, right? I mean there is something wrong with me; isn't there?"

"Ordinarily, one would think so," said Henry, "but wrong isoften such a vague term. Perhaps we should look into why you enjoy the abuseand then perhaps we can discover how you might change your outlook."

Claudia issued another shallow nod. "Ok."

"Tell me about your parents," Dr. Stuart instructed. "Werethey overly strict?"

Claudia quickly shook her head. "No. Quite the opposite. I can't remembereither of them ever even yelling at me, much less laying a hand upon me. Theyspoiled me and doted on me in every way."

"You were well-off then?"

"Very much so," Claudia replied. "And they still help me out.Without them, I couldn't afford to be here."

"Were your parents overprotective?"

"Very."

"And how did you respond to that?" the doctor inquired. "Especiallyduring the teenage years."

"Oh, I was a rather bad teenager." Claudia paused to release alarge sigh. "I tried smoking and drinking, and even took a drag on a marijuanacig once. And I had sex with three different men before I was twenty."

Henry tried, and failed, to suppress a grin. "Three partners beforemarriage might have qualified as promiscuous a generation ago during the Eisenhoweradministration, but it's hardly unusual today and a little ordinary teenageexperimentation certainly doesn't make anyone a bad person.To hear you tell it, I would think you a fairly normal youngster."

"You wouldn't have thought so to listen to my parents," Claudiareplied.

The doctor raised his brow. "Your parents yelled at you then?"

"No! But they scolded me just the same."

Henry set the clipboard on his chest and clasped his hands across his abdomen. "Isee. Go on. Tell me more about how your parents reacted to your normal teenagerebellion and experimentation. Every detail you can recall."

"Everything?"

"Yes. If your brain recorded it, it did so for a reason."

Claudia issued a thoughtful nod. She then continued to relate the historyof her adolescence until the hands on her watch told her that the hour wasat an end. "Do you think we got anywhere, Doctor?" she inquired asshe was gathering her things. "I don't feel any different."

Henry stood and straightened his suit. "We shouldn't expect to makeany real progress for several sessions. It takes at least that long to establisha rapport and begin to understand what makes you tick."

"Oh," Claudia smiled. "I know what makes me tick. That's theproblem."

Dr. Stuart returned the smile. "Ok. We'll maybe focus a little moreon that next time. Do make an appointment with the receptionist for next week."

"That long?" Claudia queried.

Henry nodded. "A week is typically a good amount of time between sessions.Allows us both to absorb and consider things, but isn't long enough for usto forget much."

"I see." Claudia replied softly. "Well, thank you, Doctor.See you next week."

***

Dr. Stuart passed the following week in a completely forgettable fashion.He entered the next meeting with Miss Burns as he had exited the previous one,confident that a simple self-esteem issue was the source of the dilemma. Hefigured he had but to make the lovely lady aware of her own worth and she wouldsoon solve her own problems.

"Do you still prefer the chair?" Henry asked as his patient enteredthe office.

"Yes," said Claudia. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," replied Dr. Stuart, reclining once again on the sofa. "Ibelieve last time we discussed your relationship with your parents."

"That's correct."

"This time," Dr. Stuart began, "I'd like to focus on yourfirst marriage. There have been two, correct?"

"Yes," replied Claudia. "Two."

"Tell me about the first one."

"Daniel was in the army," Claudia related. "He was quite ajerk, really. Treated me very respectably in public, but at home he was alwaysslapping me and telling me how useless I was. And when he was drinking, whichwas often, well, then he was really mean."

"What attracted you to Daniel in the first place?"

"I don't know," Claudia admitted. "He was really nice to meat first. I can't really say why I was attracted to him. He didn't show hisnasty streak until after we were married."

Dr. Stuart twitched his lips as he tried to digest what the young lady hadreally just said. "How long were you together?"

"Four years."

"Who terminated the relationship?"

"I did."

"Because he mistreated you when he was intoxicated?"

"No!" Claudia snapped. "Because he was always apologizingafterwards. He could never seem to get it through his head that I wasn't madat him for what he did when he was drunk, or when he was sober- for that matter.And the sex was pretty lame."

"Why was the sex unsatisfactory?"

"Because he didn't excite me much when he was sober and he was neverinterested- or good- when he was drunk."

"I see," said Dr. Stuart. "And how did you feel about yourself."

"I felt fine," Claudia professed. "He was the messed up one.He needs two women, a pretty one for in public, and a spineless one for athome."

"And which of those women were you unwilling to be?"

Claudia paused. "Neither, I suppose. I could have been both and beenvery happy."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Claudia explained, "that I'd have been perfectlycontent pretending to be a proper wife in public if he'd have only given mewhat I wanted in private."

"Sounds like he did just that; treated you nice in public and not sonice in private," Dr. Stuart noted. "So what didn't work for youabout that situation?"

Claudia considered the question for the better part of a minute. "Iguess it was that he didn't respect me for who I was."

"How did he not respect you?"

"By not understanding what I wanted," Claudia said. "And givingit to me freely. He just gave me what I wanted by coincidence; because he wasan asshole. He didn't do it because he loved me."

Dr. Stuart raised his brow and blinked a couple times in succession, tryingto fathom if his patient could possibly be as twisted as she seemed. "Isee," he said at last, though it was something of a fib. "So thenwhat? How long before you married again?"

"One hundred and sixteen days."

"One hundred and sixteen days?"

"Yes."

"I see," the doctor lied again, more confused than ever. "Ok.Tell me about your second husband."

"Oh, George was the perfect gentleman. He always treated me like a lady."

"And what attracted you to George?"

"Nothing," Claudia declared. "My friends all said he was sucha good catch and I believed them. He probably would have been, for anyone else.In fact, he is; for someone else."

"So why did you leave George?"

"I didn't," said Claudia. "He left me for his cute littlesecretary."

"Were you angry about this betrayal?"

"No." Claudia sighed. "She was nice too, perfectly right forhim. And very cute."

"So you didn't hate either one of them?"

"No," said Claudia. "I'm happy George found someone that couldmake him happy; and someone he could make happy."

"Did George cheat on you with the secretary?"

"Yes," Claudia replied. "And no."

"What do you mean?"

"He fucked her, yes," Claudia related. "But he told me aboutit first."

"So he asked your permission?"

"No," Claudia said. "He confessed he was attracted to her.I suggested he see if she felt the same way. And when she did, I told him Iwanted him to have sex with her."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I told myself that it was for their happiness," Claudia explained.

"Was it?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Claudia sighed. "I had some silly fantasies abouthaving sex with both of them."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What did you hope would happen?"

"In my wildest fantasies," Claudia recalled, "I would serveboth of them. I often masturbated while imagining I was licking her pussy whilehe fucked her. Or maybe her ass."

The woman paused a moment to adjust herself in the chair before continuing, "Yes,I would picture how she'd put her knees on the sofa, resting her arms on theback, you know, facing away from me. Then I'd kneel behind her and lick allof her. And she'd never even look back. She mustn't look back."

Henry squirmed. "I meant in the big scheme of things; what did you hopewould happen? Did you expect that George having sex with this girl would somehowimprove your relationship with him?"

"I don't know," Claudia admitted. "But she was cute, and I'dnever been used by a girl." Her face followed her eyes fell to the floor. "Stillhaven't."

"Did you share your desires with George?"

Claudia smirked as she looked back to the doctor. "I always shared mydesires with George. He was never interested in doing anything I wanted- andhe was certain she wouldn't be either."

"How did this make you feel?"

"Unloved."

"So, you suggested George and the secretary get together and they did?"

"Yes."

"So then what?"

"I gave him a quick divorce so he could be with her," Claudia declared. "Youthink he could have thanked me by giving me my fantasy for one night, wouldn'tyou?"

"That's not a very traditional way to say 'Thank you', is it?"

"I thought you weren't into tradition," Claudia noted.

"Not for it's own sake, no."

"What would you have done then, if you were in George's shoes?"

"This session is really about you," Dr. Stuart reminded his patient.

"Hey," Claudia started, "I'm the customer and the customeris always right. What would you have done if you were my husband?"

Henry released a long sigh through puckered lips. "I suppose, I wouldn'thave married you in the first place if I wanted some prudish type instead."

"You're dodging the question," Claudia noted. "If you weremy husband, what would you have done?"

"I'd have given you what you wanted," Dr. Stuart declared.

"Really?" Claudia queried. "Even if it was weird ?"

"That's what spouses are for, aren't they? Now tell me what happenedafter you and George split."

Claudia continued to discuss this and other relationships for the remainderof the session. The more she talked the more the good doctor was convincedthe lady's troubles were deeper than he had ever imagined. Still, he foundhimself enthralled by her recollections of her rather seedy exploits. Soonhe found himself using the clipboard to cover his groin lest his patient noticehis growing excitement.

"I think our time is up," Miss Burns declared suddenly.

Dr. Stuart glanced at his watch. "Indeed it is," he noted as hestirred.

Claudia began to gather her things. "I still don't see as how we'regetting anywhere."

"It always seems that way at first," the doctor related. "Don'tdespair."

"I was just hoping to see some little bit of progress," Claudiasaid.

"If you want to make a tangible change, perhaps you might consider wearingless makeup for our next session."

"Why?"

"Heavy makeup is sometimes a sign of self-doubt," Henry explained. "Ithink it might help if you feel comfortable about yourself the way you are."

Claudia tilted her head to one side, "But Doctor, I thought we werehere to change the way I am?"

"Well," Henry began, "I was referring to your appearance."

"I don't have any problem with my appearance, Doctor."

"No," Henry replied quickly. "I didn't mean to imply that."

"If anything, I'm too pretty."

"What?"

"Guys always want to put me on a pedestal and treat me like a goddess," Claudiarelated. "But that's never what I want."

"I see."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Dr. Stuart paused, unsure how best to answer the question in a professionalmanner. "Not particularly," he at last responded, knowing it waseasily one of the three biggest lies he had ever told.

Much to Henry's surprise, Claudia smiled rather than frowned. "Thankyou, Doctor. I'll wear less makeup for the next session. I don't see how itwill help, but I don't expect it can hurt either."

"And make an appointment with the receptionist, please."

Claudia smiled. "I know the routine. And do lose the please ,will you? It's so trite."

* * *

The next couple of sessions were indeed routine, as the good doctor continuedto try and understand how someone apparently comfortable and happy with herselfcould so enjoy being mistreated. The more he heard, the more he began to wonderMiss Burns's case was beyond his capabilities. Henry had encountered such situationsin the past, but this was different. Before he had been worried about professionalimage, his perfect record; this time he was concerned about his patient. Then,with some reluctance, he began to accept his feelings went beyond concern.

By the end of the first month, Claudia had reached a similar conclusion regardingtheir progress. "It still doesn't seem like we're really getting anywhere," shedeclared as their fifth session began.

"You may be right," Dr. Stuart admitted. "Rather than focusingon what may have triggered your desire to be dominated, perhaps we should simplyexplore the desire itself."

Claudia smiled through pressed lips as she nodded. "Ok."

"Why don't you tell me about your most exciting encounter," Dr.Stuart suggested. "Maybe if we can understand what it is you truly enjoy,then maybe we will learn why."

Claudia's smile broadened. She leaned forward in her chair, rubbing her palmsagainst one another. "The most exciting encounter ever was just a fewmonths ago. "I met this guy at a singles bar. We talked a while and Ihad maybe a little more to drink than I should and I told him what I liked.

"He was interested immediately. And so was I; he was very handsome.He offered to take me home and fulfill my every fantasy, and I gladly accepted.

"As soon as we got to his place, he began to call me all sorts of nastynames, you know: Bitch, Whore, Slut . It was like I wasin heaven. Then he ripped my clothes off, not seeming to care that he ruinedthem. This thrilled me so much; I almost wet myself on the spot! He threw meto the ground by my hair and told me how worthless I was, but that he was goingto teach me to be useful in spite of myself.

"He made me suck his cock until it was good and hard, and wet! Thenhe plowed it into my ass. I had been sodomized before, but never so cruelly.I mean, I always enjoyed it, but everyone else always went so slow,and they were always so careful. This time, I felt likeI had truly been skewered. I thought he had really injured me. I cried outand he didn't even seem to care. It was so wonderful!

"Then he pulled out suddenly. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked mearound, to where I was on my knees in front of him, bringing my face to hiscock. Then he said, 'Look what a mess you've made of my cock! Lick it clean,you worthless whore!'

"I looked at his dick, and it really didn't look messy- but I knew whereit had been- and he was about to make me suck it! It was so nasty, so vile,so debasing, so, so wonderful ! I know it sounds reallygross now, even to me, but at the time I was very excited."

"I don't exactly see how he was forcing you to do anything?" Dr.Stuart interrupted.

"When a man gives me direction," Claudia explained, "and hesounds like he means it, well, I not only want to obey, I have toobey."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes!" Claudia said. "That's why I just knew I'd finallyfound the right man for me."

"Ok. What happened next?"

"Well," began Claudia, "I moved my mouth to follow his instructionsand I got my first good whiff. It may not have looked messy, but it smelledbad enough. I knew it would taste even worse. I almost wet myself again." Theyoung woman squirmed noticeably in her chair before she continued.

"Then," Claudia paused to sigh mightily. "My body betrayedme. I'm not sure if it was the smell or all the beer I had drank or maybe justthe excitement, but I wretched. I puked, first on his cock and then his floor.

"At first I was distressed; but as soon as my heaves stopped I realizedwhat a blessing in disguise this might be. Surely he would punish me for mymisdeed! He might make me lick my vomit off his floor and then- well, who knowswhat. I was more excited than ever!"

Claudia shifted again in her chair. "Then, do you know what he said?"

"Hmmm," Henry mused. "How about 'You worthless excuse fora maggot turd! How dare you insult me like that?' I think that would have beenappropriate- given the situation, of course."

Claudia's brows bounced upward as her eyes brightened. "Oh! That wouldhave been good!" Then her shoulders slumped. "But he said. 'I'm sorry.'That's all; just a pathetic apology." She sighed. "And that completelyruined it all, don't you see? He had taken me to such heights and then, onthe brink of what I always wanted, he let me come crashing down.

"Anyway, that's when I decided I needed professional help," Claudiaconcluded. "I'm tired of wanting something I can't have. I'd rather justnot want it any more- even if it means being normal."

"Do you really want to be normal?"

"Shouldn't I?"

"That really is your decision."

"Everybody seems to think I should," Claudia noted.

"It's still your decision, not theirs. And everybodyis occasionally wrong. You don't seem terribly unhappy with who you are."

"I'm not."

"Then why change at all?" Henry asked. "Have you ever consideredsimply accepting who you are?"

"Yes!" Claudia exclaimed. "I can accept it- but no one elseseems willing to!"

The doctor sat upright on the sofa, his eyes to the floor. "Would youconsider completing this session on Sunday?"

"Why Sunday?"

"I have an idea," Henry announced. "But I need to do a bitof research."

Claudia shrugged. "I suppose I can make it."

"Good," Dr. Stuart whispered with a nod. "Noon?"

"Sure," Claudia replied as she stood. "Not like I go to church." Shepicked up her purse and headed for the door.

Henry smiled. "Me neither." He quickly gathered the paperwork associatedwith Miss Burns's case and filed them, then picked up the phone and pressedthe button for his receptionist. "Jenny?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"I'm ready for Mr. Hayes."

"Very good, sir," Jenny replied. "He's not here yet. ShallI send him in right away when he arrives."

"Yes," replied Henry. "Please do. By the way, do you haveany additional appointments scheduled for Miss Burns?"

"No, sir," Jenny responded. "She didn't ask for one when sheleft. Shall I make one."

"No," said Dr. Stuart. "I think we've resolved her case."

"Very good, sir." Jenny replied.

I hope so , Henry thought as he placed the receiverback on the phone. He cast a glance to the chair where Claudia had recentlybeen. He tilted his head as his eyes found a stain upon the seat.

Dr. Stuart walked to the chair and examined the damp spot. He put his fingersto the fabric and brought them quickly to his nose. At once, his eyes flewwide. He drew the finger away from his face and examined it as if it was aloaded gun. Closing his eyes, he brought the digit back to his nose. With deepdeliberate breaths, he began to relish the musky aroma of feminine arousal.

* * *

Over the next several days, Henry Stuart conducted his research like a manpossessed. In many ways, he was just that. He studied much harder than he everhad for any exam, for he well knew the test he was about to administer- andtake- was far more important than any before.

* * *

"Hello?" Claudia called as she entered the dimly lit receptionarea at midday on Sunday.

"In here," a voice responded from the office beyond. Dr. Stuartappeared in the threshold a few seconds after his words had passed throughit.

"I thought for a minute no one was here," Claudia said.

Henry walked to the exterior door and turned the key. The deadbolt leverswung into place with a substantial click. "No one else is," he announcedas he turned to his patient. "Let's get started, shall we."

Dr. Stuart walked into his office and waited for Claudia to move for thechair. "No," he said as she started to sit. "You'll not be usingthe chair today."

"No?"

"That's right," Henry declared. "Today you'll be on the carpetwhere you belong."

"What?"

"Remove your clothes," Dr. Stuart ordered calmly.

Claudia tilted her head. "What?"

With an abrupt upward motion Henry brought an open palm to his patient'sface, snapping her head sideways. "You will obey my commands the first time."

Claudia blinked her eyes in rapid succession as the tingling pain warmedher cheeks. As if by instinct, she fell to her knees, her fingers finding thebuttons of her blouse even as she dropped. "Yes, Doctor."

Henry looked down upon the woman with a relieved gleam in his eye, knowinghe had already passed the test. He continued to ogle as she disrobed, slowlyrevealing every inch of her succulent form. He felt his pulse race and hiscock soon began to stiffen. "That's a good Cunt," he noted. "Doyou like your new name, Cunt ?"

"I love my new name, Doctor." Claudia avowed as she squirmed outof the last of her clothing, dutifully placing the last garment on the floorbeside her. Then she simply sat awaiting further instruction. But none came.She maintained her upward gaze as the doctor leered down upon her. After severalseconds, the awkward silence got the better of her. "What do..."

At once, Henry brought his hand again to her cheek, a bit harder than thefirst time. "Stupid Cunt!" he barked harshly. "Who said youcould speak?"

Claudia sighed with satisfaction as she once again felt the sting in hercheek. "No one, Doctor," she replied in a detached whisper.

"That's right," Henry affirmed. "Your mouth isn't for talking,is it?"

"No, Doctor."

"What is it for then?"

"Pleasing you, Doctor?"

"Right again," Henry noted. "Even an ugly little whore likeyou might look good with a dick sticking out of her mouth. Now get my cockout and start pleasing it."

"Yes, Doctor," Claudia replied, her hands already reaching forhis zipper. With deliberate purposefulness, she opened the trousers as if shewas unwrapping a gift. Pulling the loosened flaps aside, she brazenly reachedinto his boxers and freed his already rampant manhood.

Claudia released a long, satisfied sigh as she beheld his glistening rod.She smiled even more broadly as she saw it already leaking, oozing just forher. She nuzzled the length of the shaft once with her nose before retracingthe same path with her tongue.

"Suck on my balls a bit first," Henry ordered.

"Yes, Doctor."

"Quit replying," Henry instructed. "Unless I ask you a question,you don't need to say anything. When I issue a command, you just do it."

Claudia moved her mouth down to the doctor's scrotum and accepted one ofhis testes between her lips. She rolled the precious orb within her mouth,nurturing and caressing, releasing whimpers of satisfaction as she beheld hiswarmth upon her tongue.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Cunt," Henry declared. "Nothingthat a good master won't cure, anyway. Now that you've tasted my balls on theoutside, are you ready to taste what's inside them?"

"Oh, yes, Master," Claudia begged in a haughty whisper.

"Not that it matters what you want, Cunt," Henry snorted. "Startsucking."

Claudia brought her tongue up her new master's cock along the underside ofthe shaft, then slipped her lips over the crown. Henry grunted as he felt hermouth envelope the end of his rod. She then began to nurture the head of hiscock, cradling it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Henry felt his balls already tingling in response to her efforts, but hedidn't want the moment to end so quickly. "Stop!" he demanded.

Claudia froze, her eyes wide, her master's cock motionless between her lips.

"You call that sucking?" Henry roared. "That's pathetic. I'lldie of old age before I cum if that's the best you can do. I guess if you wanta job done right, you still have to do it yourself." With that, he doctorgrasped the rear of Claudia's head with both hands and shoved his cock beyondher mouth and into her throat, triggering her gag reflex in a most audiblefashion.

"That's right, Cunt!" Henry sneered. "If you can't suck acock properly, you can at least choke on one properly." He paused fora moment, mesmerized by the sounds her throat involuntarily issued at the unfamiliarintrusion.

The doctor felt a surge of pity swell within him as he saw the discomfortregistered in the woman's features. Reminding himself how she abhorred tenderness,he squelched his compassionate streak. "Hey Cunt!" he scolded. "Idon't feel your tongue. If you want to serve me, you'll have to do much betterthan this!"

Claudia's eyes watered, but remained wide and bright as she began rubbingher tongue along the underside of the doctor's shaft. She continued to gazelongingly upward even as he continued to fuck her face. After less than a minutehowever Dr. Stuart felt his culmination once again begin to build. He releasedthe grip on his patient's head.

"Now, Cunt," Henry instructed. "See if you can suck it right.You have two minutes to make me cum." He already knew it would take farless time than that.

Claudia resumed her efforts, once again caressing the crown of Henry's cockwith her mouth, focusing on pleasing this most sensitive area. Her cheeks puffed,then shrank, in rapid succession as she drew upon her master's shaft.

"Yeah," Henry moaned. "Suck it good and hard, just like that.I'm about to give you a nice snack, but don't you dare eat it until I giveyou permission."

Claudia somehow managed a smile as her master's cock began to throb betweenher lips. Her eyelids fluttered and she emitted a low, "Mmmm," asthe rhythmic streams of semen began to fill her mouth.

Henry looked down at the woman as she continued to suck, emitting sharp moanswith each spurt, as if she was climaxing as well. "That's a good slut," henoted. "Oh, God, you are good. Keep it up, just like that."

Claudia did so, never releasing her master's cock or slowing her efforts.She allowed his slowly shrinking cock to slip from her lips only when he withdrewit. She continued to cast a yearning gaze up to her master, her cheeks puffedwide with the bounty they contained.

"Open wide," Henry demanded. "Show it to me."

Claudia threw her head back, laying it upon the doctor's black leather sofa.Her face pointed skyward, she proudly opened her mouth, exposing the creamywhite substance that filled most of the interior.

"Swish it around with your tongue," Henry ordered. He smiled ashe watched the woman comply. "Even you look good with a mouthful of sperm," hesneered. "But I think it's time for you to swallow. Do it. Eat my cumlike a good little cunt."

Claudia closed her mouth and gulped. Her features were awash in contentmentas the slimy substance began to slide down her throat, leaving but a stickyresidue for her to savor. Henry looked into his patient's already wide eyesas they brightened still further at the exact moment her neck expanded, passingin one pulse what his cock had delivered in many. She then threw her mouthwide for his inspection, never breaking eye contact as she did so.

Henry turned away at once, fastening his trousers as he walked to his desk. "Getdressed and get out," he commanded without looking back. "Call metomorrow evening at five-thirty. I must consider if you are worthy enough toever serve me again."

Dr. Stuart stood stoically at his desk as Claudia dressed behind him. Notonce did he even give her so much as a glance.

"Thank you, Doctor," she offered in a soft tone as she headed forthe door.

Henry did not respond. Although he wanted desperately to turn around andsay something or watch her sleek form depart, he knew well what a price a caringglance or a kind word might carry.

Only when he heard the click of the outer door unlocking did Henry dare torelax. Releasing a long breath, he returned to the couch, intent on lying downfor a few moments before the drive home.

Henry had taken but two steps before he stopped, his gaze directed at thecarpet where the young woman had knelt only minutes before. He walked to adark spot almost the diameter of a basketball. He knew instantly what the stainmust be.

Dr. Stuart dropped to his hands and knees. Putting his face to the floor,he breathed deeply, imagining the not-so-distant future when he would sampleher flavor firsthand.

It was not the first time in her life that Claudia believed she had foundthe right man, but it was the first time she was correct. Dr. Stuart neverdid discover exactly why his wife enjoyed the things she did. After that Sundaythough, he really never cared to know the reason.

Claudia Stuart never again let anyone tell her there was anything wrong withher; except Henry, of course. He derided her often, though always in private,yet no matter how caustic his words or harsh his tone, all she ever heard was, "Ilove you." Appropriately so, since that was exactly what he meant to say.