by
Mahogany Lioness
Stacey hated to go to the gynecologist. Even as she turned into the parking lot of the Reproductive Institute, the thought crossed her mind to turn around and go back home.

Dr. Janeah Johnson came highly recommended by Stacey's best friend Monica, when she shared the details of the problem she'd been having lately.

Stacey sighed loudly as she pulled into a parking space up front. She had to give it to Dr. Johnson, she was so understanding on the phone when she made the appointment.

Stacey was surprised and very pleased to find Dr. Johnson taking her own appointment calls. "My name is Stacey Roberts, and I'm calling to make an appointment with Dr. Janeah Johnson," she explained.

"This is Dr. Janeah Johnson, can you explain the nature of you visit?" Dr. Johnson responded brightly. Stacey was a bit reluctant to explain the reason for her visit over the phone.

"Well," Stacey Began, still looking for the words to explain what was going on. "I guess you could say that I'm a little concerned about some changes in my sexual response."

As soon as the words left her lips, Stacey felt a rush of warmth in her face. Dr. Johnson sensed the apprehension in Stacey's voice and immediately seemed to go out of the way to make her feel comfortable. Say no more, Stacey, may I call you Stacey?" she asked in a kind and caring voice. "Yes," Stacey replied, in a voice barely above whisper.

"I want you to know that I understand what sensitive and uncomfortable issue this can be. Stacey was taken aback by the personalize approach to patient care Dr. Johnson provided. She made arrangements for Thursday afternoon at 12pm sharp.

So here it was, Thursday, and just 20 minutes shy of noon. Stacey sat in the car gathering courage to get out of the car.

She wondered what kind of treatment if any, could Dr. Johnson prescribe. She didn't even know if she even had a real problem. All she really knew was that whatever it was caused serious problems in her intimate relations.

She first noticed a problem a few months after she turned 30. She had been single for nearly a year.

After she and her girlfriend of four years parted company, Stacey threw herself into work and school, and really didn't realize that something inside her changed.

Just like any normal, healthy woman her age, she still had sexual desires, but being that she wasn't in a relationship, she kept them under control.

She did indulge in pleasuring herself from time to time. Sometime to relieve stress, and sometimes to turn a restless night into a restful one.

It wasn't until she began dating Tamara that she realized something was very wrong. It seemed no matter how turned on Stacey was, her body just would not respond to the touch of another.

Tamara had begun to take it personally. Stacey want so much for Tamara to be able to take her to the point of no return, but they'd tried everything from tongues to toys and nothing worked.

"Maybe you just aren't attracted to me, or maybe you don't like my touch." Tamara had commented. But if Stacey knew nothing else, she knew that was far from true.

Tamara was beautiful inside and out. She had a creamy caramel complexion, and hazel green eyes. She stood at about 5'7", she had and hourglass figure, and the most sweetest. gentlest touch.

Before their relationship turned romantic, Stacey laid in bed many nights fantasizing about having Stacey's lips between her thighs.

While she slipped her fingers beyond the plump lips of her moist pussy, she imagined looking down the length of her body, and seeing Tamara there with her eyes close, and her tongue buried deep inside her.

She imagined that Tamara would sense her orgasm was near, and her eyes would spring open and lock in a sensual gaze, while Stacey unleashed a flood of her juices all over her pretty face.

Even just sitting there in the car thinking about it, made Stacey's clit stand at attention.

She shook those thoughts from her head, grabbed her purse, and headed into the office, hoping that all signs of her arousal would subside by the time Dr. Johnson came in contact with her.

Stacey entered the office, and stood at the reception desk. The place was deserted. She thought at least there would be some sort of assistant or something.

She's only been standing there a few minutes, when the door to the back office opened and woman wearing a white lab coat stepped into the waiting area.

"You must be Stacey Roberts, Hi I'm Dr. Janeah Johnson. " she said while walking toward Stacey with her hand extended.

They shook hands and Dr. Johnson motioned for Stacey to follow her. "Don't worry about insurance paperwork now, we need to get started if we're going to be finished by my two o'clock appointment."

Stacey put her medical insurance away and followed Dr. Johnson into a large office at the end of a long corridor.

"Have a seat, Stacey" Dr. Johnson smiled, waiting patiently for Stacey to sit down before sitting down behind the large oak desk in front of her.

Stacey thought Dr. Johnson looked rather young to have accomplished so much. She looked around the room at the diplomas that decorated the walls.

Dr. Johnson didn't look a day over 25, with shoulder length brown hair that she wore in a professional looking upsweep.

Under her doctor's coat, she wore black scrubs, and Stacey could tell Dr. Johnson had some body beneath those clothes.

Dr. Johnson slipped on a pair of smart looking glasses, took out her note pad, and smiled at Stacey.

"Stacey, I know that discussing problems of this nature can sometimes be uncomfortable so I like for visits of this kind to be free of the time constraints of normal office visits."

What I intend to do is get a little information from in here, do an examination, and then come back and deliver my findings."

Stacey was loving Dr. Johnson's approach. She felt comfortable an relaxed while she told the doctor her problem.

The doctor took notes, asked a few questions, and filled Stacey in on what was to come.

"Stacey, what we're about to do, is probably nothing like you've ever experie nced in a doctors office before," she explained.

"I'm going to put you through series of exercise to test varying levels of sexual response. From there we can talk about treatment options."

Stacey stood and followed Dr. Johnson's lead to the examination room. The doctor lead her inside gave her a gown an told her to get completely undressed, and leave the gown open to the front.

Dr. Johnson closed the curtain to allow her some privacy to do so, and prepared her instruments. When Stacey was ready, she told the doctor, and the examination began.

Dr. Johnson pulled back the curtain. She instructed Stacey to lay on the table and relax. She even asked Stacey what type of music she liked and put on a CD to help her relax.

Stacey laid back on the table and relaxed. She let her gown fall away from her body and shivered slightly from her skins exposure to the cool air.

She almost though she heard Dr. Johnson moan, as the gown slide away from he body. The doctor helped Stacey's legs into the stirrups, explaining all the while.

She was going to insert a speculum into Stacey vagina. She was going to take A peek inside to make sure everything was as it should be.

Stacey braced herself for the cold metal speculum, but was pleasantly surprised by a warm instrument penetrating her.

"Gone are the days of the ice cold metal speculums, I take it this sensation is more to you liking", said the doctor with a smile in her voice.

Stacey nodded, and watched as the doctor sank onto a nearby stool and moved into position between her legs.

She couldn't help but make a mental note to get to work on including the sexy doctor in her next masturbatory fantasy.

Stacey's nipple hardened slightly. Partly because of the cool air and partly from watching the beautiful doctor at work between her legs.

"So far, so good," smiled the doctor. She explained that she was about to attach a device onto the speculum that was to pull the hood of Stacey's clitoris back, leaving the clitoris exposed for further examination.

She encouraged Stacey to close her eyes, relax, and concentrate more on the sensation throughout her pelvic region.

Stacey took a deep breath as she felt the doctor, pull the hood of her clit back and secure it with something.

In a downward motion, Stacey felt the doctors hand brush past her clit. Instantly, a chill ran up her spine, and a moan slipped from her lips. Almost immediately she was embarrassed. She felt like a freak.

How many people get off on a visit to the doctor? She heard Dr. Johnson giggle slightly, and then felt a gloved hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry Stacey, we are here to test your sexual response and we are the only ones here, feel free to express yourself in any way you need to."

Stacey was still a little embarrassed, but Dr. Johnson made her feel very comfortable. The doctor began to manipulate Stacey's clitoris with her fingers.

Stacey, moaned again slightly, and was comforted by the doctor's hand on her thigh. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

If she didn't know better, she would've sworn she could feel the doctors warm breath on her pubes, but she didn't dare open her eyes.

"Stacey, everything looks great so far, your responding wonderfully to direct clitoral stimulation. Right now I'd like for you to show me how you pleasure yourself."

Stacey blushed again, and the doctor smiled. "I know this is embarrassing, but in order to help you, I need to see the difference between your response to my stimulation, and your response to your own"

Stacey, smiled. She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers inside her pouting pussy lips. She could her the doctor taking notes.

Her fingers worked furiously back and forth over her swollen clit. In her mind she though imagined that it was the doctor's tongue flipping and licking on her clit.

She imagined looking down the length of her body and the doctor locking eyes with hers She was near her climax, when she felt a hand on her stomach.

"Don't cum yet, baby", said the doctor. Stacey's mind was going wild. She could've sworn she heard the doctor call her baby!

Stacey's eye's sprang open to find the well put together Dr. Johnson, wearing nothing but her lab coat and a smile.

Any other time, and with any other doctor, Stacey would've been on her way to the police station by now, but Dr. Johnson looked so good standing there with one foot on her stool and the long fingers from her right hand buried deep inside her smooth, sticky, wet pussy, made Stacey quickly forget about how many laws Dr. Johnson just broke.

Stacey tried to sit up , and Dr. Johnson pushed her back down. In one fluid movement, the doctor removed the speculum, and covered Stacy's clit with her mouth.

Stacey startled herself with the moan that escaped her lips. The doctors tongue worked furiously over her clit, slipping in and out of the juicy folds of her cunt.

Without missing a beat, the doctor reached around, grabbed her panties and pushed them into Stacey's open mouth.

Between licking and sucking up all of Stacey's sweet pussy nectar, she told her that her panties had been wet since the day she first heard her voice.

Stacey was both surprised and excited to know that the doctor had felt this way. From the scent, taste, and most of all the wetness of the panties in her mouth, the doctor had been wet since the second the said "hello."

The doctor brought her within inches of an earth shattering climax over and over again. At one point she even pulled over a second examination table, slipped the end of a double dong inside of each of their pussies and they hammered away at each other.

Dr. Johnson laid back on the second examination table and spread her legs wide. Stacey propped herself up on her elbows and watched.

She laid before Stacey and pushed her fingers deep inside herself. Her eyes locked on Stacey as she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy fast and hard.

After a few minutes passed the doctor could hold back no longer. She started to shiver, shake, and moan Stacey's name.

A moment later she cursed aloud and a hot stream of cum splashed across Stacey's face as the doctor came hard and fast, squirting her hot juices all over herself, the table and the floor.

Stacey more turned on that she ever had been before. The doctor leaped off the table and dove mouth first onto Stacey's swollen clit.

At the same time she buried two fingers and then three deep inside of her and massaged Stacey's G spot.

Stacey found that her body had a mind of it's own as she found herself fucking both the doctors face and fingers at the same time.

Stacey was so close, her eyes watered, and she moan to the doctor, "please let me cum for you".

The doctor increased her intensity, and slid one of the three slippery fingers she had buried is Stacey's cunt, into her tight little asshole.

Stacey gasped just before the orgasm over too her and erupted in a flood hot sticky gurlcum.

Dr. Johnson licked up every drop, and it was over. They we're both speechless and spent, as the dressed in silence.

One the both were ready, they left the exam room and retreated to the office. They sat in silence for a while before Dr. Johnson found her voice.

"After my findings, I conclude that everything is in working order Stacey." she sighed. If you don't have any questions for me, take a seat in the waiting room, and I will write out my diagnosis, and you'll have that to take with you."

Questions? Stacey's mind was full of questions. Is this the type of treatment that all of her patients received? There's no wonder her appointment book wasn't booked clear through 2005!

Stacey still hadn't found her voice and found herself out in the waiting room. Lunch for the office was almost over, and the staff was beginning to re-assemble in their places.

"Shyt,", Stacey thought to herself. What was a visit like that going to cost?! She dug around in her purse for her insurance information. She didn't see anything in her benefits handbook about this type of coverage, that's for sure.

Stacey stood to her feet and began to walk over to the reception desk. The door to the back office was slightly ajar, and she could barely make out Dr. Johnson, standing next to an older woman in a lab coat.

At first glance, it looked as if the older woman was really letting the doctor hear a piece of her mind. Stacey inched closer to the door to get within earshot of the two.

"Janeah, you wanted a summer job, and I gave you one. If you weren't my daughter, you be out on your ass! What kind of back office assistant are you, exam room one looks like a tornado hit it, and you been here all alone for two hours."

Stacey, found her voice while she backed away from the door. "Daughter?... Back Office Assistant?..." she gasped.

At that moment the real Dr. Johnson and her daughter, turned around. Stacey couldn't believe it!

The Dr. Johnson that had just turned her out was the real doctors 18 year old daughter. Janeah, rushed over to Stacey, ushering her back into the waiting room and shut the back office door behind her.

She held a finger to her lips and handed Stacey a prescription. Stacey accepted it and walked out of the office still shock.

She returned to her car, and just sat thinking about all that had gone on.

She was half way down the road when she realized she was still clutching the prescription Janrah had given her.

It read, "I might not be a doctor, but I think I surely fixed your problem. Call me anytime your old symptoms return, and we can definitely work it out! Signed, Janeah Johnson, Sex Therapist in Training :)"

THE END

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