Sarah returns the oral favor.

I lay down on the examination table, my hard cock sticking up slightly from my body. Sarah stood at the end and looked down at me, quirking an eyebrow. She stretched her fingers and placed her hands on my thighs, separating them. Her hands slid up and down, gradually moving closer and closer to my member, finally holding it in her hands. She gently massaged the shaft, ignoring the head for the time being. I squirmed slightly in an attempt to get more pressure on the glans.

"Now, now John. Leave the work to me and the remedy will be even better," she cooed to me.

I grimaced, but stopped moving. Her fingertips played up and down, continually taunting me. She tickled the spot at the base, making my cock jerk. I looked down just as she flicked out her tongue to lick the tip. She smiled a wicked smile and swirled her tongue around the head. I was just about to reach down and grab her hair when she finally engulfed it in her mouth. I let out a small moan as she began sucking. She jerked off my shaft as her other hand massaged the flesh of my upper thigh. Her tongue dancing around my tip as her suction increased. She started humming a note that increased in pitch, making her mouth vibrate. I raised and lowered my hips, **** for release. Finally she pushed me over the edge and I blew, spewing my spunk in her mouth. She gulped it hungrily, letting only a rogue drop escape from her lips. She gave me one last lick and said:

"You seem to take well to the treatment. Fluid analysis indicates **** satisfaction."

"I would agree completely with that analysis."

I glanced down at her now dripping thighs.

"You seem to be in need once again yourself. Do you have any suggestions for a course of therapy?"