Dr Ellen Patton

On Friday, I resolved to finally go see Dr. Ellen Patton. I texted her and she suggested coming up the next morning, which was just as well, because I didn't own a car, so it wasn't exactly convenient.

Friday night, I looked up the bus schedule and made my plan. The next day, I got up early and walked to the bus station, then got a morning bus to the college town up the road a ways. When I got on the bus, people were already seated, and one woman in a front row started abruptly, like she recognized me. But I didn't know her, so I kept going and sat near the back. I looked at my phone for the 40 minute ride. Then I transferred to another bus for a shorter, 10-minute ride to the University Medical Center.

The center was actually a quite large teaching hospital. I found the front desk and, after some wrong turns, I finally ended up at Dr. Patton's office. I knocked and she opened the door almost immediately.

She was dressed exactly as you'd expect: in scrubs with a sort of lab coat over them. Her hair was tied severely back, as it had been the other night, and she had her heavy-rimmed glasses on. I stepped into her office and she said, "I thought we'd get the blowjob out of the way first, and then we can have a serious discussion. Now, before I suck you off, do you have to pee?"

She took off her lab coat and draped it over her chair, then took off her shirt. I was struck again by her musculature. She was ripped. She undid her bra and set it on top of her shirt. Her breasts were small -- of course, it's my lot in life -- but seemed even smaller when contrasted against her broad shoulders.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Kraus," she said. "Unless you prefer to stand."

I quickly sat and pulled my pants down.

She knelt and took my cock in her strong, warm hands. She rubbed it and leaned in, then rubbed it against her face. "You have a very nice cock, Mr Kraus", she said. "Not the largest I've seen -- not by a long shot -- but very nice."

That stung a little but she said it so clinically and non-judgmentally that I let it slide.

"Now, you just relax and let me do all the work," she continued. "Do whatever feels right to you, it will be fine. And just to be clear, you may cum anywhere you enjoy -- my mouth, my face, hair, anywhere."

With that she adjusted her position a bit and took my cock into her mouth. Then she moved her hands, crossing her wrists in the small of her back. She started sucking my dick using just her mouth. She had good rhythm and as my cock hardened in her mouth, it felt great.

Then, without warning, I got to see what was so special about her: she pushed forward and my cock slid easily down her throat. I could feel a little pressure as she pushed the head of my cock past the back of her mouth and into her throat, and I watched with amazement as her lips met the base of my cock. Then, incredibly, I felt her tongue come out and lick my balls.

She didn't hold my cock in her throat for long, but instead pulled off, showing a long strand of saliva as she did so. Then, without a pause, she immediately took my cock to the hilt once again. She proceeded to do this over and over, using the same rapid rhythm with which she'd started the blowjob.

She looked relaxed, even blissful, as she sucked my cock in a way I didn't even really know was possible. She simply knelt there, between my legs, taking my dick all the way down her throat, over and over. She looked up at me the entire time, too, never breaking eye contact.

After a few minutes of this, she started holding my cock in her throat longer when it bottomed out. One second, two seconds, five seconds. She did this for a while, then resumed her normal pace. When I would get close to cumming, she would change her rhythm or position, trying, I assumed, to prolong the experience.

Eventually it got to be too much for me. I put my hands in her hair and pulled her down onto my cock, and when it was deep in her mouth, I roughly rocked her head back and forth, causing the head of my cock to go in and out of her throat, with a slight "popping" feeling each time. It only took a few seconds of this -- though it felt like ages -- for me to start cumming. When I did, I let go of her head and flopped back into the chair -- and, incredibly, she pushed forward again, so I emptied my seed directly down her throat.

When I finished cumming, she nursed my cock for a few seconds, easing it out of her throat and gently sucking at it to make sure all the cum was gone. Then she picked up a small towel that she'd stashed under the chair and gently wiped my cock down. She made no move to get up from her knees, but instead just looked up at me and asked, "How was that, Mr Kraus? If you have any feedback, I would love to hear it. Your satisfaction is important to me." She sounded almost like a customer service representative.

"That was incredible," I said. And it was -- she was by far the best cock-sucker I had met.

"Thank you," she said. Her voice changed a little, and I realized now I was about to get a lecture. "As a young woman I realized I had three loves: medicine, teaching, and blowjobs. I have managed to achieve the summit of all three of my favorite activities, as you can see. I teach other doctors at a renowned teaching hospital, and, if I may I say so myself, I'm an excellent cocksucker."

I just nodded my head in agreement.

"In a way, blowjobs are what gave me the time to follow these interests. My ex-husband could not accept that I needed to work out my craft on many cocks, not just his own, and so I chose to divorce him. This freed up the time to pursue everything equally."

"Now, Mr Kraus, I have talked to Kate and Brenda, and observed their technique, and I think you deserve a much better class of blowjob than you have been getting."

"Ok..." I said. "I mean, I won't complain! But what's involved?"

"First," she said, "we must make a mold of your cock. We'll have copies made, so that women can practice on them. Your cock is not overly large, which is good -- nearly every woman should be able to deep-throat you, with some practice. Next, I will help you by recording some lectures on cocksucking. I have a few planned already" -- here she started getting enthused -- "for example, proper placement of hands, how to give a hummer, how not to flinch from a facial. Oh, Mr Kraus, I am so happy to be doing this!"

I laughed. "Well, if you're happy, I'm happy."

"Now, I am all set up to make the mold today. We can use some facilities here at the hospital, when you're ready again. I do have some other work to attend to, so I will have Dr Edwards show you to a lounge where you can rest up and get a cup of coffee or a snack if you like."

She picked up her phone, presumably to page Dr Edwards, but I interrupted her. "How will we get these..."

"Dildos," she interjected.

"... these dildos to the others? And who will manufacture them? And what about the lectures?"

She looked at me. "I'm more of a lecturer and cocksucking theorist, Mr Kraus," she said. "You will have to solve the more practical problems on your own. Now if that is all..."

"One last thing!" I said, maybe a bit too loudly. "I wanted to know what you meant by 'proper placement of hands'."

"Ahh," she said, sitting back and entering professorial mode again. "Many women, as you know, give blowjobs because they feel that they are in control." (I did not know this.) "However, this is backward. They may feel that way, to be sure, but a proper blowjob must center on the man. My theory is that the use of hands detracts from a proper blowjob -- not that hands should always be forbidden, sometimes masturbation is quite enjoyable after all -- and so one fundamental consideration is what to do with one's hands. My ex preferred 'invisible bondage', which is what I did today. That is, crossing the wrists behind one's back. Some women like to hold their elbows behind their back. My own personal favorite, when possible, is to put my hands flat on the ground and have the gentleman place his feet on them. There are other choices as well, but the constant is that the hands must not interfere with the mouth."

She really was a blowjob theorist, I realized.

She finally managed to make her phone call. It turned out that Dr Edwards was Dr Elizabeth "Liz" Edwards, a rather beautiful redhead with a round, freckled face, curvy hips, and small breasts. She looked to be about 35. She looked at me and licked her lips. "Mr Kraus," she said, in a tone that was far too sultry for a hospital.

"You'll get your turn, Liz," said Dr Patton. "Eventually. Please show Mr Kraus to the lounge and have one of the nurses make him comfortable. Mr Kraus, text or call when you feel ready, or if you need to urinate."

I hung out in the staff lounge for a couple of hours. I drank a few sodas and watched some TV. Nobody seemed concerned that I was there, but some news apparently made the rounds, because at least two separate groups of nurses came into the room to gawk at me; one bold nurse gave me her phone number.

Just before lunch, I called Ellen and told her I was ready. "I'll be right there," she said.

When she arrived, she had Dr Edwards in tow. "Before we go, I have to pee," I said. Ellen gestured toward Liz, who seemed rather interested in the idea, but I said, "I'd prefer you, Dr Patton."

She smiled and said, "Excellent, Mr Kraus! Very good! Say what you want and get it!". She got on her knees, right there in the break room, and put the tip of my cock into her mouth. Liz stood very close to me -- so close I could smell her perfume -- and watched as her boss drank my piss. Ellen, for her part, made no attempt to try to get me off, but instead just zipped up my pants when I finished, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and said, "Ok, let's go now."

We walked through the maze of the hospital until we arrived at a small lab. "We make one-off prosthetics and the like here," she explained. We walked into the lab, where a lab tech -- a nurse in her late twenties, was mixing some compound in a large bowl.

Inside the lab was rather cold, and I was even colder because Dr Patton had me take off my pants and underwear. "We're going to make a mold," she explained. "I can make a couple dildos from it today, but any more than that will have to be done somewhere else. I'll ship the mold to Brenda at the school, you can get it from her."

"Ok," I said. "But..." I gestured toward my crotch. "It's rather cold."

She smiled. "Oh, I know what to do about that. Liz?"

Liz, who was standing next to me, squatted down behind me and gingerly kissed each of my ass cheeks. She she slowly kissed her way in toward my asshole. Meanwhile, Dr Patton began to stroke my cock. "After we make the mold," she said, "I can also teach you some things. Things you can do to a lovely slut like Liz here, things that will make you feel good..."

My cock was getting harder from Liz's licking and Ellen's hand -- and her talk. She leaned in and whispered to me. "Or even the nurse. She's one of yours, and you don't even know her name. You could cum in her mouth without ever learning it, she'd just be an anonymous cum dump for you..."

Now my cock was rock hard. I was looking to get off, but instead Ellen turned, grabbed a mold that the nurse was holding up, and plopped my rock-hard cock into it. It was gooey and warm. "Don't move," she whispered. "Just stay hard, let that whore of a doctor stick her tongue in your ass. Think about how you pissed down my throat not ten minutes ago, while another woman watched." She kept up a stream of talk like this for a few minutes, then gestured to Liz, who abruptly stopped.

"Now think of something not sexy," she said. "We want you to be less hard so we can take the mold off." So, I thought about ferris wheels and roller coasters until I was soft. The lab tech whisked the mold away, and Dr Patton was waiting there with a warm washcloth. She cleaned the goo off my cock, then slowly stroked it.

"Look at Liz," she said. I turned, and Liz had backed up so her head was resting against the side of a desk. Her ass was on the floor. Ellen led me over to Liz and said, "Smack her face with your cock -- I hear that feels good." When I didn't respond right away, she said, "Like this," and took my cock and began smacking Liz on the cheeks and forehead. Then she rubbed the tip of my cock aggressively all over Liz's features.

Next, Ellen reached down with her other hand and pushed on Liz's jaw. Liz opened her mouth wide. "The essence of blowjobs is submission," said Ellen. "She's here below you, you can do as you like. You could spit in her face if you want."

I shook my head gently and Ellen said, "Maybe next time. For now, try fucking her face." She guided my cock into Liz's mouth and put her hands on my hips. "Grab her head," she said, "and then set up a good rhythm."

I followed her directions, putting my hands on Liz's head and tangling my fingers in her red hair, and then I began to piston my cock in and out of Liz's mouth. "Don't be afraid to go deep," urged Ellen. "Trust me, she can take it."

I started thrusting deeper, and harder. Ellen was right -- Liz could take it. My cock was disappearing entirely into her mouth, back into her throat, and she wasn't gagging or **** at all; at most she was grunting a little when I bottomed out.

"Grind your cock around when it's all the way in," said Ellen.

On my next thrust I paused with my cock buried deep in Liz's throat, then moved my hips in a circle. It felt incredible. I did this twice more before pulling far back and cumming with just the tip of my cock between her lips. "I want to see it," I said.

Liz pulled off my cock and I was rewarded by seeing a pool of my cum on her tongue. She took a quick selfie, then swallowed with a loud gulp and a smile.

Ellen said, "Liz, please text that photo and your address to Mr Kraus," and then shared my number with her. Ellen was nothing if not thoughtful.