Prescribed medical techniques to calm the male libido #2. Doctor’s Tit-Fuck

“Since I’ve already used my hands last time, I guess I might as well do something else in order to spice things up. Repetitive actions lead to desensitized enjoyment, after all.” Stacy gave her cheerful smile once more, as she adjusted her glasses. “Do you have a particular request that you want me to do, or are you fine with whatever?”

“Uuuhhhh...” I mumbled like an absolute dumbass.

Seriously, how the flying fuck do I react to this? Besides Nurse Miranda, this is the only other time I’ve ever had a girl come on to me so strongly. I had no idea what the appropriate thing to do was, and this was literally after I jizzed buckets into her hands and sucked on her tits.

Speaking of tits, as I was looking her topless body over, I accidentally lingered on her breasts again. This noticeably caused my dick to twitch in excitement, before I snapped out of it and locked back on to her face.

Welp, I figured out my one weakness. Tits. Go figure that it took me until now to just realize it.

Stacy noticed the reaction my cock had when she watched my eyes accidentally gravitated back to her breasts, before she gave a sweet chuckle, “You’re making it very obvious that my breasts are your favorite parts about my body. Why don’t you just come out and say that you want them?”

“I... um...” I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck, “I’m inexperienced with this sort of thing, actually... I don’t really know how to... how to ask a girl for... things. Yeah.”

She raised an intrigue eyebrow, before caressing my cheek flirtatiously, “Miranda was right. You are pretty cute when you’re like this. A part of me almost wishes you never get your memories back if it means you’ll stay this naive and innocent.”

“Jesus, that’s a bit dark...” I morbidly commented.

“Heh, sorry. Just a joke in bad taste.” Stacy teased, before going depressingly serious, “It really would be a horrible tragedy for everyone if you actually lost your memories forever, so maybe I shouldn’t tempt Murphy’s law by joking about it.”

Um... that was actually kind of sweet and endearing to hear her say that. Aw~!

“Anyway, let’s not get distracted.” Stacy brought us back to the topic at hand. “You want my boobs, right?”

“Uh, right!” I sputtered out, before awkwardly muttering to myself, “Christ, still not used to being coming onto like this.”

“Hmhm~” she giggled, before bending forward to let her tits smush against my cock, “We’ll work on the confidence issues later then. For now, let me do all the work.”

With that, she pushed her tits together with my cock in-between and slowly went to work as she bounced up and down.

Fuck, her tits felt amazing against my cock. I never tried to masturbate with marshmallows before, but I’d say the experience is akin to something like that.

With my cock still lubricated from her tongue earlier, it sloshed around easy enough between her tits.

I started moaning again, feeling the need to hold on to her shoulders just to steady myself against her rough movements.

Stacy kept hammering through, fucking me with her giant tits as she bounced up and down and up and down again. Watching her go through the motions was entrancing, and I couldn't find the ability to look away. The way the fluids just spread out and covers her cleavage and the wet and noisy sloshing sounds that came out every time my tip poked through like a mole from a whack-a-mole cabinet.

To think that I’d be doing something that I’ve only fantasized about just moments ago. Whatever our relationship was like before the amnesia, I am so god damn thankful for 2026 me for doing or saying the things he did to lead me to this moment.

Stacy would mostly be concentrating on my dick in her boobs as she worked to pleasure me, but occasionally she would look up and give me a calm smile. "Remember, don't be afraid to make a mess. Let loose whenever you feel like it, okay?" She reassured me, before refocusing back on my cock.

God, what a woman. Beautiful, smart, caring, and completely slutty. If only I showed her my erection earlier and asked her to take care of it, she’d probably have gotten on her knees and sucked me off the moment we got on the elevator here. Maybe I wouldn’t even need to ask. Maybe she’s just the type of girl who would dutifully suck a dick the moment she sees one in front of-

I shook my head clear, slowly realizing where my thoughts were heading and growing uncomfortable by the second. I shouldn't try to ruin the moment with these dark thoughts about her. She means more to me than just some fleshlight. It was still kind of weird and almost scary to find how easy it was to slip into that mindset though. What the hell is wrong with me?

You'd think I'd be the type of guy to have more romantic thoughts during moments like these, but for some reason, I just can't seem to get my thoughts away from degrading Stacy down to the level of a personal discount slut. Honestly... it was really freaking me out.

"You're grimacing again." Stacy noticed, yet not slowing down her titty ****. "Do you not like this?"

"That's not it! I've literally fantasized about you doing this to me earlier ago, so trust me, this is absolutely doing it for me!" I reassured her, but then said, "I just... My brain just keeps going back to these... thoughts about you. Thoughts that I feel terrible for having..."

"Hm." She hummed neutrally, changing up her technique by rubbing her tits side to side, "Tell me what some of them are. Maybe if you get them off your chest, it'll stop bothering you so much."

"I... don't think that's a good idea!" I told her with a slight tone of panic.

"You don't have anything to worry about. I'm a doctor, I can handle these sorts of things." She politely assured me.

"No, I don't think being a doctor has anything to do with the thoughts I'm having." I tried to correct her with an almost **** tone.

"Are you scared that I'll get offended or angry if you tell me?" Stacy asked.

I hesitated a bit, but ultimately nodded yes to her.

"Aw, there's nothing to be scared of!" She giggled, "Look, I know that they're just dirty thoughts. The fact that you're getting so guilt-ridden over them seems to suggest that you're afraid it's how you actually think of me, when deep down you actually respect me a lot as a human being. Let me tell you that there's nothing to get guilty over, okay?" She continued to reassure me, "I'm sure what you're going through is normal, and I can no doubt explain it better to you if you just trust me and tell me what these thoughts are. You trust me, don't you?"

I took a moment to think about it, wondering if it was worth having a discussion over. I honestly didn't really want to even acknowledge these thoughts by openly discussing it with the one person I was having these thoughts about.

It seemed like she could read my face like an open book, and moved to try to alter my decision by spitting on my dick to relubricate it before sucking on my tip every time she brought down her breasts.

FUCK- I spasmed a bit in pleasure, completely enthralled in her magnificent tit-massage.

"The only way those thoughts of yours are going to stop bothering you is either I stop what I'm doing, or we talk about it here and now." She told me, before she teasingly asked, "And let's be real here, you definitely don't want this to stop, do you?"

NO, I DON'T- Goddammit, she's got me in a horny bind with that ultimatum of hers.

I sighed, "I... I guess I can tell you what pops into my head when I get too into it. But you have to understand that I don't actually think this way towards you!"

"I understand that it's just a fantasy, don’t worry.” She chuckled, “Now go ahead and tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

As Stacy continued to bounce her wet squishy tits all over my rod, I did my best to stop cringing and tell her my problems. “I... Once it gets to a certain point, my mind sort of drifts away. When it does, one of the first things I think about is how slutty you’re acting.”

“Seems pretty tame so far.” Stacy commented neutrally, occasionally licking my tip to encourage me. “Can’t fault you for coming to that conclusion, considering my behavior. Go on?”

“A-And... um...” I stuttered, before continuing, “I come to this... false conclusion that you do these sorts of things only because you love male attention, and want to play with cocks all the time. I think about how easy it must be to convince you to have sex with me. I think about how you’d probably never say no because you take it as compliments, to want to use your body like that.”

“Starting to get juicer!” She giggled, “I didn’t know you thought I was easy. So do I always say yes to every sexual demand, like the slut I am?”

“You’re not a slut, I don’t actually think that way!” I told her.

“Say that I am though. What if you’re right that I don’t ever say no to sex? What would you have done?”

The way she was starting to talk was... it had a different tone to it than usual. More huskier, like a predator toying with prey. I can’t say that I dislike it, but...

“If... if I had known earlier, that you were such a slut, I would’ve... Fuck-“ I groaned as Stacy started becoming more rough with her titfuck. She was practically grinding against me now with her boobs. I could feel her melons slapping against my thighs as she bounced harder. “I-I would’ve... in the elevator... **** your shirt off and played with your tits, right after you gave me permission to stare.”

“Keep going, John.” She kept encouraging me, licking her lips with anticipation, “What would you have done to this version of me in your head? This Slutty Stacy?”

“After I would get hard from playing with you, I would **** you to your knees and take my pants off. Make you suck me off while your bodyguards watched as I **** my cock down your throat. You wouldn’t have minded, since you’d like making guys cocks get hard in order to get them off later.”

“Slutty Stacy sounds like such a whore.” She laughed pervertedly, “Nonchalantly sucking a cock she made erect while someone else watched? How depraved.”

“Makes me jealous of your mentor for being the guy who helped give you that body of yours.” I started panting heavily as my mind into a deep imagination, thrusting my hips into her breasts in rhythm with her bounces. “He probably calls you up just so he can take you on test drives with your slutty body. No wonder why you love him so much, he gave you the perfect body that would easily help you fuck cocks all the time! You probably pay him back with titfucks all the time, like the one you’re giving me now!”

“Yeah, yeah, go on! The perfect body made to fuck and suck all the time! I couldn’t have asked for anything better!” Stacy started getting really into this whole thing, quickening her pace as her panties were slowly growing wet.

“I wish your mentor could see you right now, giving me the titjob that you were suppose to give him!” I grunted, feeling my precum leaking on to her cleavage, “I want to see his jealous face when he finds out I cucked him with his whore of an assistant! Make him cry when he realizes that I’ve turned you into my personal property!”

“Oh John, I’ve always been your personal property!” She moaned heavily, “Since the day I became a research assistant and protege, I’ve always been your fucktoy when we weren’t busy! I made you cum so many times! I fucking adored the way my body would please you and make you squirm in your seat, right before you blow your load and lay your mark on me like the personal whore that I am!”

Holy fuck, this was way too kinky!

Suddenly, the tables turn as I was now the one listening to Stacy as she began to describe her fictional depraved thoughts, “Out of all the girls in the world, I was one of the lucky enough to get to see and fuck your delicious cock every single day! Whenever you get bored, you violate me until you cum, and then you violate me some more! I always look forward to when you finally get horny enough to use me like the personal cum dumpster that I am each day!”

My cock started pulsing between her tits as I felt the familiar sign of my imminent orgasm.

“Stacy, I’m gonna cum again!” I yelled out trying to warn her.

“Cum in my breasts, my lord! Please reward me with your gooey creamy cum again! It’s been too long, and I want it so badly!” Stacy begged, “Give me your cum so that I can play with it some more!”

Almost as if she was in a **** frenzy, she starting sucking my cock while using her breasts to massage my shaft at the same time, urging me to cum faster.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With another spamming fit, I orgasmed again, jizzing my load directly in her mouth.

Stacy swallowed it a bit before taking her mouth off to let my cum shower her tits in a glory of white goo. Some of my sperm, she sloshed it around her open mouth, causing her to drool and leak down her cheeks and neck.

She was a complete mess, with my cum coating the entirety of her cleavage, mouth, and neck.

After I was done, I felt like I was in a daze. Cumming three times in one night has almost taken all the energy from me. I was panting like crazy as I tried to regain my breath.

Wow, holy shit that was hot. I didn’t think Stacy would get into the whole fantasy bit so easily. I guess she was right, there was nothing to be ashamed of after all. Especially since Stacy ended up being more into it than I even did. Hearing her make up stories about how we would fuck every day and how she looked forward to making me cum whenever I got bored, it really drove me crazy near the end there.

“God, that was amazing.” I finally spoke up after a moment of rest, “Thank you so much for letting me do that, Stacy.”

She didn’t respond.

I curiously looked up at her, “Stacy?”

She had a blank thousand yard stare as she held my cum in her mouth. Her tongue occasionally flopped around, making my cum leak out in tiny drops, decorating her tits as it fell down. It was like a white paint bucket got splashed onto her.

“Uh, you alright Stacy?” I asked, worried I might have been too rough on her during my orgasm.

She suddenly closed her eyes and gulped, her entire body seemingly twitching in absolute ecstasy. When she opened her eyes again, they almost seemed glazed over in a mindless state.

Standing up straight, she looked around for a moment before directly locking eyes on my limp cock. Like a heat seeking torpedo, she immediately leaned down and latched my whole cock into her mouth again, completely licking and swallowing my cock like a reverse leaf blower.

“Woah!” I cringed, feeling her tongue painfully lapping up my extremely sensitive parts. “Stacy, calm down! You’re too rough!”

Stacy either didn’t hear me or ignored me, as she furiously sucked my cock dry in her mouth. Then, even when it was all clean and dry, she kept continuing to suck even more, making me moan out in pleasure.

“Wait, no, Stacy! If you do that, I’m gonna-“

Fucking fuck, her mouth felt so good! It was so rough, but it was so good!

It didn’t take even half a minute before my erection was back and fully stiff as ever inside her mouth. She didn’t even flinch when it engorged back to full mast. Something told me that if I didn’t get her to stop right now, she might actually keep continuously sucking me until I cum again, straight down her throat.

Part of me was horny and curious enough to see what would happen if I let it continue on, but a larger part of me was seriously worried and freaked out over Stacy and why she was basically in zombie mode right now.

In the end, my concern for her won over my perverted side, and I tried to shake her awake.

“Stacy!” I tried calling out to her again, “Stacy, snap out of it!”

“Hm???” Like flicking the lights on, Stacy’s eyes cleared up before she spat my dick out her mouth and stood back with a cough. Looking up at me with a bewildered look, she asked, “John? Is something wrong?”

“Are you finally back to normal again, Stacy?” I asked, “Seriously, you freaked me out. It was like you got possessed by a demon for a moment there.”

“Oh... uh...” she cleared her throat, looking away embarrassingly, “Apologies... I think I may have... overdone it a bit...”

“I’ll say. You somehow got me up back to full mast again in only under a minute.” I gestured to my erect cock.

She looked at it in surprise, “Did I? I must have went onto auto-pilot for a moment there...” Then she looked down her body, seeing the mess she made as she rubbed her fingers through her cleavage to collect some semen on her finger. Casually sucking it down as if was a piece of Cheeto-Dust on her finger, she remarked, “Well, looks like we’re back to where we started. Again. For the third time.”

“Uh... right...” I muttered, staring at her with fascination as she continued to keep scraping my cum off her tits and swallowing it down.

Drinking the last drop she could easily scrape off, she sighed, “Well, it can’t be helped. I did say that we would do this as many times as it takes. Let’s start off the third round.”

Hearing that, I snapped out of my trance and gulped nervously, “Wait, we’re doing this again?!”

“Until it finally stays down for good.” She nodded resolutely.

Dear god, I’m either in hell or in heaven.

“Since I’ve already gotten it started before you interrupted me, I suppose I should continue where I left off.” She simply said, before leaning back down, inhaling my dick in her mouth again, and started bobbing her head.

As I watched her continue to blow me, I could only wonder if at this point, she was actually genuinely looking for any excuse to keep going.

How long is this going to last?!