Dr. Laura Gets What She Deserves

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"Now, go take on the day!"

"And...we're clear," Dan Mendez said, deftly punching
the "Off Air" button. "Good show, Laura. Two women
brought to tears back to back!"

Dr. Laura Schlessigner forced a grimace as she tried in
vain to massage the pain out of her neck. "When they
cry it just shows how weak they are," she said, ginger-
ly rolling her neck from side to side. "God put me on
this earth to be a mirror for them to look into, to see
their sinful selves. That's why they cry."

"Yes, Laura, of course," Dan said, rolling his eyes
and shaking his head, safe from her view in his booth.
"Are you going to that new massage therapist I recom-
mended to take care of your neck?"

"I hope he's as good as you say," she said, standing
to her full 5'5, stiff, well-sprayed hair adding
another 6" to her overall height.

Dan leaned out of his booth and winked at Dr. Laura.
"He's the best I know -- at what he does."

***

Dr. Laura stepped into the pleasant, well decorated
office in agony. Turning to scream at an offending
driver had only wrenched her neck further and darkened
her mood. "I have an appointment with Dr. Wilters,"
she snapped at the pretty receptionist.

"And may I ask what name the appointment is under,"
the receptionist politely replied, unfazed by the older
woman's vitriol.

"Schlessigner," Dr. Laura snapped, eyes narrowing.
"DOCTOR Schlessinger."

The young girl only smiled again, further angering Dr.
Laura. "Please have a seat and I'll inform Dr. Wilters
that you are here."

"Listen, honey," Dr. Laura spat, leaning over the desk.
"I have an appointment. I am in pain. I am NOT going
to sit around waiting for you to paint your slutty
nails, got it? Get Dr. Wilters right now, understand?"

The younger woman only smiled. "Of course, Dr.
Schlessinger." With that she lifted the headset and
pushed a button. "Dr. Wilters, your 3 o clock is here.

Okay, sure." Standing and laying the headset back upon
the desk, the tall, beautiful young woman opened the
door behind her desk.

"The Doctor is waiting, Doctor."

Dr. Laura snarled and stomped rudely past the blond,
promising herself to get the girl fired if she could.
How DARE anyone talk to her like that! She'd had many,
many women fired over the years for less.

Inside the tastefully decorated office were leather
couches, a massage table, and a fine oak desk. No
doctor. Dr. Laura turned to shriek at the receptionist
and came up short, meeting instead a tall, dark skinned
man instead.

"Dr. Schlessinger, so sorry for startling you," he
said, voice flavored with an exotic, difficult to place
accent. "Please, come in."

Dr. Laura followed him into his office as he closed the
door, still fuming and in increasing pain.

"Please, sit down," Dr. Wilters said, pointing Dr.
Laura to a plush leather chair as he sat on the edge
of his desk, well muscled chest obvious through his
dark silk shirt. "I understand you to be in some pain,
yes?"

"Yes," Dr. Laura snapped back, losing patience with
this whole affair. "I twisted my neck several days
ago sparring with my Karate instructor. You came
highly recommended, so here I am."

"Yes, yes, I understand," Dr. Wilters said, his words
slightly musical through his accent. "We'll start right
away." Leaning over, he opened a drawer and pulled out
a metronome and set it beside him on the desk. "Now,
Dr. Schlessinger," he said, starting the metronome
ticking slowly back and forth. "The first thing we must
do is establish trust and ease. I have found that this
small exorcise works very well. All you need to do is
listen to my voice and relax. Listen to my voice and
relax. Listen to my voice and relax. Listen to my
voice and relax. Listen to my voice and relax...

Dr. Laura began to feel a little strange as the dark
man's exotic voice seemed to wash over her, the gentle
swaying tick of the metronome adding to his voice's
soothing, enveloping warmth. She felt herself relax-
ing, tension slowly bleeding from her muscles. She
felt strangely free from the tension and bitterness
that she had twisted her soul into over the last few
years of religious zealotry and finger wagging fana-
ticism. She felt herself falling away, into a soft,
buzzing light.

Dr. Wilters watched with a smile as Dr. Laura succumbed
to his professional prowess. Stopping the metronome,
he slowly stood and walked towards the relaxed, vacant
eyed woman.

"Laura," he said softly, "You are far away, but part
of you is here with me. I want you to raise your right
arm above the shoulder if you understand."

Like a doll she slowly raised her arm, eyes still
locked upon the silent metronome.

"Very good, Laura," Dr. Wilters whispered, standing
over her and gently taking her wrist in his hand and
puling her arm down. "Until I say your full name,
Laura, you will be as relaxed as you are now. You
will feel like the woman you were in your twenties,
free and sexual. You will eagerly follow when someone
suggests something to you. Do you understand, Laura?
You may speak."

Like a voice from a dream, she faintly heard herself
saying, "Yes."

Still holding her wrist, Dr. Wilters guided it to the
front of his trousers, laying her palm across his
hardened member. "Do you want this, Laura?"

Her small hand gently squeezed his penis and she looked
up at him, eyes still distant but aware. "Oh, God yes,"
came her small far away voice.

Dr. Wilters smiled and bent down, gently pulling her
head back by her hair and giving her a deep tongue
exploring kiss. The dreamy Laura returned his kiss and
more, her hand fumbling for the zipper to free what she
most desired in life at that moment.

Of her own accord she slipped from the chair to fall
to her knees, fairly ripping his zipper down and
pulling his belt open before yanking his trousers down.

With only underwear left, she began playfully biting
at his engorged penis through the dark cotton, before
pulling them down as well.

Without hesitation Laura hungrily dove upon the
doctor's hard glistening dick, expertly taking it
deep into her throat, out to the tip, and down again
with the eager ease of a street whore.

Dr. Wilters was taken aback by her eagerness. His
methods rarely released such a latent sexual creature
as this. She was so good that he was close to release,
but that had to wait, he told himself. He had so much
more planned for the good doctor.

Stepping back and pulling his slick member from his
patient's mouth, he said, "I want to you to remove
all of your clothes, dearest Laura. Quickly." While
he was sure of his work, the time that one stayed fully
under his control varied, so he preferred not to dally.

She was quickly free of her clothes, tossing them aside
with abandon to reveal her slender, toned body. Though
in her early 50's, constant exorcise and martial arts
practice had kept her body hard and healthy.

"Laura, you may resume blowing me."

As Laura eagerly fell to her knees again and inhaled
his long dick, Dr. Wilters reached over and clicked his
intercom. "Miss Green, you may join us now."

Presently the door opened and the pretty receptionist
entered and slipped free of her dress.

Dr. Wilters slowly, regretfully pulled Laura's mouth
from his swollen cock and slowly guided her to stand
and turned her to face the receptionist.

"Laura," he whispered in her ear, reaching around to
squeeze her small but firm breasts from behind. "Say
hello to Miss Green. You are deeply attracted to her
and absolutely must taste her or you will surely die."

The dreamy Laura stepped toward the beautiful blonde
and immediately fell to her knees again, kissing her
way from the woman's pretty feet to her small, mani-
cured bush.

Miss Green stood with legs apart, allowing the hungry
woman access to her now moist womanhood, gently guiding
her head with her hands to find the right spot.

"She is very eager," Miss Green sighed as Laura's
tongue danced across her clit.

"Yes, she is," Dr. Wilters chuckled, helping Laura to
stand once again and guiding her toward the leather
couch. Miss Green preceded them and lay upon the
couch, legs spread wide. Laura automatically crawled
between them and resumed her cunt lapping, occasionally
licking the blonde's tight anus for added pleasure.

Dr. Wilters knelt behind the lapping Laura and slowly
pushed his thick cock into Laura's tight hole, elicit-
ing a groan of pleasure from her.

With slow, firm strokes Dr. Wilters set up a rhythm,
sinking to his sack and out each time, hands pulling
on her slender hips to drive her upon him. After
nearly losing his control, he decided it was time to
complete the session.

Reaching under the couch, he drew forth a tube of KY
Jelly and liberally applied it to his yearning cock
and Laura's beckoning asshole. Pressing the tip of
his cock against her rear opening, he slowly pushed
and entered it.

Laura went wild, howling with absolute maddening
pleasure as he plumbed her depths. She returned to
her cunt lapping like an animal in utter heat, her
tongue bringing Miss Green to successive, thundering
orgasms.

Dr. Wilters had had enough of control and pounded his
willing patient's tight ass until she had pleasured
his assistant, then he exploded deep inside her, Laura
shrieking like a banshee in her own accompanying
orgasm.

***

The following day Dr. Laura returned to her studio with
a glow about her that everyone commented upon. The
moment she saw Dan she thanked him.

"You were right," she said, smiling. "The man was
amazing. I drove home yesterday feeling so relaxed,
more than I have in years! I am definitely going to
see him again!"

Dan smiled and winked at her. "Let me know when you
are going again. I'd love to come along."

END