Prescribed medical techniques to calm the male libido #1. Doctor’s Handjob

“If you’re unable to release this pent-up stress yourself, I suppose I’ll just have to do it for you.”

Without a word of warning, Stacy pushed me to lay back and immediately grabbed my dick into her hands.

The sudden warmth startled me, making me tense up in surprise. With renewed energy, my erection stood full blast while in her hands, making it easier to hold.

With my cock fully grasped in her hand, Stacy started to steadily jerk me off, stroking me off while keeping her other hand on my stomach to prevent me from moving.

Oh my god, what is happening right now? Is this real? Am I even real?

What the hell did I do to lead myself into this incredibly lucky situation with the girl of my fantasies?

“Stacy, what- why are you even-“ I wanted to ask, but kept groaning in pleasure as she tightened her grip slightly around the head of my cock, driving me crazy as she kept stroking.

Bringing her other hand up to put a finger to cover my lips, she shushed me and said, “Shh. Don’t try to argue about what’s happening. The faster you cum, the faster we can finally get some decent sleep.” Then she caressed my cheek and smiled lovingly, “Just relax and let me do all the work, okay?”

In my hazy and horny mind, I could only nod in agreement, unable to find the words to continue. I was sure I was moments away from asking her to stop, but I realized now how incredibly stupid that would have been of me to pass up this opportunity to let this hot busty doctor take care of my desperately horny body.

I completely relaxed on the bed, staring at Stacy’s voluptuous body and bountiful tits as she continued to jack me off with a calm smile on her face.

I kept studying her wonderfully crafted body as my body was racked in pleasure, wondering to myself how I got so lucky to have this beautiful doctor take care of me like this. Not only did she save my life, but she had continuously tried numerous times to help get my memories back, and now she’s not even batting an eye as she insists on helping me take care of my erection like it was just a common house chore.

“You can’t seem to take your eyes off of my breasts, can you?” She giggled, completely unashamed knowing that I was staring at her this entire time while she was stroking me. Using her other hand, she sensually rubbed her hand from her stomach up to her tits, giving me a show while also dutifully stroking me without missing a beat.

My god, I was hypnotized. You couldn’t get me to look away, even if we both tried with all of our strength and willpower.

“It’s theorized that most men are attracted to breasts because it’s in their primal nature to seek out a compatible mate that could produce healthy offsprings.” Stacy suddenly decided to explain factually, using her arm to push her tits up. “The larger the breasts, the more it signifies a ripe and mature body that’ll produce bountiful milk. Of course though,” She started to chuckle, “since this body is artificial, it’s only giving off the illusion of that. Still, whether or not my body could produce healthy offsprings, I guess it doesn’t really matter right now. As long as you still find my boobs sexy, that’s all that matters.”

“I do! They’re so sexy! So so sexy!” I groaned, wishing I could grab those tantalizing huge tracts of land and have them for myself.

She giggled, “Thank you, I appreciate it.” Then with a teasing smile, she asked, “Do you want to play with them while I’m busy massaging your erection?”

I nodded so vigorously and fervently, you’d think my head was about to fall off.

She made a show of briefly considering it, “Hm... well, I suppose. As long as it helps you cum faster.”

Stacy gave one last coy wink before leaning her body forwards, practically thrusting her boobs right in my face. All the while, she never once slowed her hand down as she kept stroking me.

I didn’t hesitate to latch my lips on to one of those perky nipples of hers, licking and sucking on them like a newborn baby, while using my hands to grope and knead the other.

She made a faint gasp, almost taken by surprised by my eagerness, but smiled on as she picked up speed on her stroking technique.

Fuck me, man! She tasted as good as she looked! How many times have I wanted to suck on these tits of hers before tonight? I must have imagined it countless of times already. Yet now I finally was, rubbing my face all up on her without a care in the world. I even motorboated her a little, getting a squeal and a laugh out of her.

At this point, my precum started leaking out as I was nearing my limit. Stacy used this to her advantage as she used the precum to lubricate her hand and stroked my cock even faster.

We were both panting heavily, me from Stacy’s hands jerking me off, and her from enjoying my rough foreplay on her tits.

On instinct, my hips started bucking forward as I was beginning to reach my limit.

Stacy noticed this and reacted appropriately, speeding up her hand as she stroked me and gently whispered, “Are you about to cum, John? Don’t hold back okay? If you can, let loose every single drop of it. I want you to make a mess all over this bed, okay?”

Her words of encouragement were really doing it for me as I kept bucking my hips even faster, thrusting my cock in and out of her hand as I heavily sucked on her tits like a baby.

“Cum as hard as you can for me, John.” She told me, caressing the back of my head, “And if this happens again, we can do this tomorrow too.”

The tantalizing promise that she would do this again tomorrow was what did it for me.

My entire body spasmed into a frenzy as I released my orgasm, spraying like a geyser everywhere. I grunted and moan in ecstasy against her breasts, and all the while, Stacy kept continuing to stroke me and milk me for all I had.

My body kept thrusting forward as spurts of my orgasm kept coming and coming. Eventually, after a moment, the spurts became weaker and my body became tired and sore.

Stacy, seeing my orgasm subsiding, slowly brought her hand to a stop. Realizing it was over, I let Stacy’s tits out of my mouth as I began panting heavily.

I looked down, seeing the aftermath for myself. My cum had landed all over the place, some on my leg, some on my stomach, some landed on the blankets, but Stacy’s hand seemed like it was covered by it the most.

Holy shit, that was incredibly hot.

“Did you have fun?” Stacy giggled as she asked.

I dumbly nodded my head, to shocked to really speak right now.

Pulling her hand away from my flaccid cock, she brought her hand up to examine it, and smiled, “Oh dear... look at the mess I’ve made. I guess you really needed that, huh?”

I could only nod silent again.

“At least it’s finally over.” She peered down at me with a gentle and cute smile. Then she slowly stood up, “Stay right here. I’m going to grab a towel and clean you up.”

Too tired to argue, I nodded again as I stayed still and enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm washing over me.

Leaving to get to the restroom, I only had my thoughts to keep my company until she came back.

So... that just happened. I couldn’t believe it just happened, but I can’t deny that it did.

I feel... conflicted? Maybe?

A part of me felt ecstatic that I just got an epic handjob breastfeeding combo from a girl that I’ve been crushing on for a while. I never thought I would see the day that something like this would ever happen.

Another part of me was confused. Very very very confused. Now that she’s gone and done that to me, I had no idea how to feel about her. I mean, I definitely still like her, a hell of a lot. The problem is that I don’t know what our relationship is like anymore.

Obviously, we’re still good friends. But to what degree, exactly? I originally thought Stacy and I were pretty close friends who got along well. Maybe a little flirty here and there, but I assumed it was because she liked teasing me whenever she caught me perving on her.

But after a session like that, now I was trying to figure out what this all means. Was this actually our first time doing something like this? If so, why was she so casual and forthcoming about it? Have we done this before? How many times now?

What exactly was our relationship together back before I got amnesia? I thought she was only in love with her mentor? Was I wrong?

Did she do this for me because she and I were just that good of friends? Did she do this for me because she secretly liked me?

I just don’t fucking know anymore. I was so confused about her.

Hell, there was a chance that I’ve been going about this all wrong. Maybe in the future, people just became more casual about nudity and sex, to the point where jerking off your friends is a common occurrence to the equivalent of doing someone a solid- I DON’T FUCKING KNOW.

She returned as quickly as she left, interrupting my internal crisis as she held up a large wet towel in her hand.

Gently, she did her best to wipe me clean of my spunk, washing every part of my body that was covered in the splash zone of the orgasm.

“There, almost done.” She said in a motherly tone. The only thing she hasn’t cleaned up yet was my wet and sticky cock, still laying flaccid between my legs. Giving me a flirty smile, she told me, “Here, I’ll clean this up in an extra special way, as a reward for being so well-behaved during all this.”

“A reward? What?” I asked, the first words to come out of my mouth since this whole session.

With a wink, she put the towel away and leaned her head in closer to my cock. Then I watched her with widened eyes as she proceeded to put my limp cock in her mouth and suck me clean.

Oh god, I think I might die happy.

“Mmm~” she moaned, driving her head deeper as she used her tongue to lick every inch of my shaft clean. Pulling her head back up, she took the time to swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock and puckered up to suck the slit of my head, before letting go with a great big, “Mwah! There, all clean.”

Oh no... she shouldn’t have done that...

The feeling of her tongue lapping up all the fluids covering my cock did nothing more than reactivate my primal urges into overdrive again.

If she thought this was finally over, she was dead wrong.

Stacy’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw my flaccid cock become erect again, growing about as stiff as we originally began.

“Oh... whoops.” She gave a guilty and nervous chuckle, “I guess I may have... teased you too much into a quick recovery. That was an oopsie on my part... Sorry...”

We both awkwardly stared the damn erection for a moment, silently hoping that it would soon settle down by itself. When it gave no sign of calming down, in fact growing more rigid with Stacy staring at it, I gave a sigh and cursed, “God damn it.”

“In hindsight, I guess I should have seen that coming...” Stacy frowned as she adjusted her glasses.

“No, it’s not your fault.” I shook my head and reassured her, “What you did was awesome and I’m incredibly thankful for it. I guess that small blowjob segment just made my cock realize that it still had more pent up energy that it wants to get rid of...”

“Oh, do you think so?” Stacy asked, raising an eyebrow in observation. Adjusting her glasses again, she hummed in heavy consideration, before shrugging to herself, as if coming to accept the situation already. Hopping back on the bed, she crawled on all fours up to me and said, “It can’t be helped then. I’ll just have to help you relieve yourself as many times as it takes until you’re finally satisfied.”

Jesus Christ, is this girl serious?

“Wait, we’re gonna do this again?!” I asked incredulously.

“As many times as it takes.” She nodded seriously.