A Perceived Medical Dosage
written by:
Little tommy D.

<A Perceived Medical Dosage>

I am the Managing Field Director for the Center for Disease Control (CDC) in my region in the state of Texas. My office received a request to interview a medical doctor named Marla E. Granger concerning the coming mosquito season and possible spread of the West Nile Virus, in, and around, south Texas. Rather than assign the case to another investigator, I decided I might handle this one personally. I had checked the data and saw that her office was only two miles from my residence, so that served to seal my decision. I called and learned that Dr, Granger had her office, Number 1677, on the sixth floor of the University Hospital. I put the file in my briefcase, left the office at five on the dot and told my aide, Millie Bonn, that I would be late coming in the next morning. I informed her of my intended stop in the event I was needed for any reason.

I left the house at eight the next morning and drove directly to the hospital. I used the valet parking, took the elevator to the sixth floor and searched for 1677. It had a glass paneled door and I saw a receptionist at her desk, so I opened the door, introduced myself and asked to see Dr. Granger. I was told that she was in the gym doing her morning workout. I was directed to turn right upon leaving the office, look for the large D on the left wall and follow the arrows on the floor which would lead me to the double doors marked 'GYM.' I followed the easy path, stopped, surveyed the area and saw that it also led to the walk-over bridge to the main hospital. I entered the double doors, turned right and faced another door where I heard music that indicated a rhythmic cadence usually associated with workout activity. I opened the door easily and saw that there were some eight women engaged in step workouts where they stepped up and then down in time with the music.

It was easy to identify Dr. Granger because each woman had their name in large letters spelled out across the back of their navy blue tee shirts and she was the only Marla in the room. I sat in one of the chairs on the side wall and waited. Toward the end of the workout, they were doing bends to touch their toes, then twists and then back into another bend and touch the toes. I watched Marla. When she bent, she had the finest ass I had seen in ages. As a bonus, she was wearing a pair of the Luluemon yoga pants that had been declared see-through and believe me, they were totally see through. I had an unshielded view of her vulva and the crack of her ass each time she bent and stretched the pants over her fine ass. I'm not a youngster; in fact I'm a divorced 48 year-old who sat squirming in the chair to ease the pressure on his hard dick bought on by Dr. Granger's display of all her glory through her sheer pearl grey Luluemon's.

The music came to an end and the women broke apart and went for their towels. When Marla reached hers, I called her name, stood, held my briefcase over my hard on and introduced myself as Trent Ryder, the Director of CDC. She was wiping her face when she became wide-eyed, grinned broadly and excitedly asked, "Are you "Rough" Ryder of RSU fame?" I twisted my chin and lips, replied, "That was a long time ago and you still remember?"

"I should remember. I was sophomore when you were a senior. We had several classes together. My name then was Marla Ann Wheaton. You and I were in pre-med together. Wow, you were something to behold for a young impressive co-ed."

"I remember the name, but that's been a while ago and you look like no one I've ever seen before. Sorry."

"No, I didn't look like I do now when I was at RSU. I was what then was called overly chubby, wore horn-rimmed glasses, and had pigtails. I don't remember myself when I look at those old pictures." she laughed and pleasant, feminine laugh that was so engaging that I had to join in with her and her reminiscing moment. She continued, "That's why I exercise each morning. I want to keep those chubby days behind me. But, Trent, you haven't changed much. I'd guess you at six-four, about two-twenty, and well fit."

I smiled and responded, "You're right on, Marla. I'm just about the same and I follow the same routine as you with my exercising. If I didn't, I'd go to pot quickly." She smiled and nodded her understanding. I told her that I needed to speak with her about the West Nile threat and she smiled broadly indicating it was one of her favorite subjects. She asked if she could go shower and change before we met and I told her I would go back to her office to wait. She agreed so we parted. But before I left the room, I looked closely at her left hand and saw no rings or ring patterns. Hopefully she would be single and available.

She wasn't long. We went to her interior office and lab. She took files from her cabinet and gave me copies of the prognosis for the coming summer season of bites and infections. I had the numbers of victims predicted by age, sex, and locations. She damned well knew her work. When I filed the papers in my briefcase, she sat a=on her lab stool and asked, "What happened to med school?"

"Marla, I was in the second year and realized that I hated everything about it. Why I lost the desire I can't tell you because I don't know. I switched to the study of immunology that I found far more interesting. I spent several years in Africa doing research and when I came back, I was teaching at Emory which is near the CDC. I had a number of CDC staff in my class and one day they made me an offer so here I am."

"Well, Trent. You made a good choice as it valuable work for us doctors. Now, if you don't mind my getting personal, I'd like to as you a couple of questions."

"Whatever. I have no secrets yet."

"You and Sybil Starr were the item back then. You were the King and Sybil was the Queen at the spring formal you senior year. What happened to the two of you?"

"We married a year later. It lasted five years and not a good five years. She was unhappy that I wouldn't move to New York so that she could pursue a modeling career that she cherished obsessively. Finally, I agreed to a divorce so that she was free to try her hand. We had no kids so it was easy. She did okay. Mostly runway gigs modeling clothing. She did some local ads for Tiffany, Macy's, Bergdorf's and a few others, but when she hit her forties, the offers slipped away. She remarried a Wall Streeter and lives somewhere on Long Island now. We don't communicate, I hear from her brother Tim Starr that I played with a RSU. Next question?"

"Are you free for dinner tonight? The hospital requires that we live no more than ten minutes away, so I'm five minutes north at 1189 Eastland. If you can make it, be there at seven."

"I can make it and I will be there. But first, what about your status? Any ties or a spouse?"

"Widowed three years ago. Sudden heart attack while on a business trip to Los Angeles. I have a twenty-one year-old daughter who lives in the finish-out over my garage. Other than that, I am a lab rat with little outside life now. I'll see you a seven then. What do you prefer to drink before dinner?"

"Red wine of scotch and a splash wither does well with no particular preference."

She walked me to the door and patted my back as I stepped away. It felt good.

She had the drinks ready when I arrived. I brought a bottle of good, but not the greatest, red wine that I could find in the store nearby. I suspected that she had bought the meals at one of the take-home and bake stores that have sprung up around town. I buy them often and it's no reflection on her hosting, it was practical for a working doctor. It was excellent regardless of who cooked it. We sat at the table talking and she brought up our old zoology class. She told me that when I walked into the classroom, all the girls swooned and envied Sybil so much. She said that the girl talk in the restroom and at the cafeteria was that they were all sitting in wet panties during the class over the thoughts of my body and what it would look like naked. She laughed at the memory of those days.

I took her hand in mine and began my story of the morning. I softly said, "When I entered the gym this morning and found you, I sat down to wait. I noticed that you still wore the Luluemon yoga pants that were recalled. When you stopped the step program and began the toe touching, I became squirmy when you bent over and displayed your goodies through the seat of those pants."

"You're telling me that I gave you an erection because you could see through the seat of my pants? I never thought about it. I didn't return them because, as you saw, it's an all women's class."

I smiled and replied, "I'd suggest you lock the door if you continue to wear them because I might come back to watch again and again, and again." She sipped her wine, remained quiet for a moment of two and then stood. I was still seated. She stepped up to me, leaned forward slightly and took my head in her hands and kissed me. I returned the kiss with tongue action that she eagerly responded with even more aggressively. I reached around her and grabbed her ass with my right hand and pulled her closer to me. I stood and let my left hand join the right so that I gripped both cheeks of her ass and kneaded them while we kissed. My dick was beginning to respond to the heat we were generating and she became aware of the pressing against her thigh. Her right hand released its grip on my head and she started rubbing my dick through my thin summer-weight pants. Time stood still as we embraced and felt each other up as if we were teen-agers again.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom where we'll be able to take advantage of what we've built ourselves to do." I didn't question her. I let her lead me by the hand to the feminine decorated large room dominated by a king size bed with a hundred pillows scattered around the comforter. The fan overhead was slowly turning and keeping the air condition evenly moving about the room. She turned to me again; lightly kissed me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I unblocked my belt, unhooked my pants and let them drop. She pulled my shirt off, stooped and lowered my boxers, whistled softly when she saw the eye of my hard on looking straight into her eyes in her stooped position. I pulled her up, took her blouse off, unhooked the baby blue bra and unsnapped her jeans. I peeled them downward, lifted each leg and removed them. I bit the waistband of her blue panties and pulled them down with my teeth. She was smiling down at me as I removed them from her legs. I stayed in my stooped position, reached behind her, gently gripped each cheek and pulled her pussy to my nose.

I buried my nose in the amber-tinged hair of her pussy and sniffed her pleasing aroma while I played my hands in the crack of her ass. I gently touched her asshole, let my fingers cross the perineum and linger on the lower end of her vulva. Her abdomen was dancing with each touch and her breath was rapidly increasing. I stood, hugged her to me and let her feel my dick against her abdomen. She sucked in, sighed, and moaned lowly under her breath. She whispered in my ear, "Let me get the bed ready." I released her and stood holding my dick while I watched her gorgeous ass bent over retrieving the pillow array. She pulled the comforter to the floor and lay down on the edge.

I got to my knees, pulled her legs to me, put a leg on each shoulder and sniffed her pussy again. When my nose touched her, she sat up, groaned and fell backwards on the sheet. I touched her inner petals with the tip of my tongue and felt her shudder with the touch. I turned her back to the bed, lifted her to the center and climbed in beside her. I sucked her stiff, bright pink left nipple and felt her reaching across my hip to find my dick. When she did, she put her hand under me, grabbed my scrotum, squeezed my balls gently and kept increasing the pressure until she heard me moan at the pleasure of her playful tightening. She rose, spread across me and took my dick in her hand and kissed the eye, tonguing it with the wet tip that was a divine shock that caused my dick to swiftly respond with a strong flip in her hand. She looked at me and smiled at my reaction.

I was in heaven. It had been a while since I'd last had sex. I was more than ready but I didn't want to push her since this was our first time together. I'd let her take the lead and set the pace. She touched my lips with her finger and softly said, "I'll be right back. Don't go away."

I lay in the center of the bed feeling the gentle breeze from the fan. I had my eyes closed and was carefully, easily jacking my hand up and down my shaft to keep myself fully hard as I waited. While I lay with my eyes closed, I sensed that she had turned the lights either out or down when she returned. She crawled across the bed and straddled me. When she was settled, I pulled her forward and put my nose between her inner pink pussy lips, rubbed it up and down until she was vigorously wriggling her butt with my motion. I parted her amber-hair surrounding her lips with my index fingers, moved upward and ran my tongue into her warm, wet pussy, lapping her juices from her hole entrance. I placed my hands around her ass and gently massaged the cheeks once more, moving my tongue down from her pussy and into the asshole of her female center of life.

I rimmed her asshole, continuing to work her cheeks. I began to slurp upwards and back to her pussy. I then return to her asshole and concentrated on it because she seemed to enjoy having her asshole licked. She was gripping my head again, her body was fast in its tensing; she was heavily panting, sighing, and emitting light utterances that didn't sound like her but that I couldn't understand. I moved my tongue to her clit and with my head out from between her thighs, I could hear her repeating, "I love it, I love it". I was stunned by her total envelopment of the pleasure she was feeling. I had felt that I was pretty good, but she was making me feel like I had it all. I removed my tongue, pulled her down and kissed her forcibly on the lips, her using reciprocal tongue action. While still kissing her, she positioned her pussy, and put the head of my dick at the entrance to her pussy. I broke the kiss and asked, "Do you really want me? How much do you want me?"

She lowly cried out as she was saying, "I would kill for your dick to be inside me right now. God, let me have your entire dick now. My pussy is hurting. Let me have it all now and let me have it hard, please." I was still confused because her voice had changed in her passion, but it was too late now because when she said that, I thrust up at her harshly, ramming all seven inches of my dick inside her pussy as she sat down on it. It didn't stop until I felt it bumping against the hump of her cervix. She groaned and yelled, "Oh, God, that's so good, it feels so good, don't ever stop." I began a steady thrusting, and she was responding with her ass going up and down as she was fully engaged in the fucking match. I could feel her abdomen rippling with spasms, and then she reached under me, and for the second time took hold of my balls, squeezing them with each thrust. I adjusted the point of my thrust upwards toward her G Spot. I sensed I had hit near it when she gasped and pulled harder on my balls nearly restricting my thrusts. Her hand relaxed when she started groaning and was shaking with spasms again, gasping between breaths and moaning, mumbling I love it, I love it. Suddenly she screamed, bucked straight up, pushed me away and started mumbling again as she tried to catch her breath. I turned toward, trying to rise, but she grabbed my dick and jerked me down again, rolled me to my back. She rose and straddled once more putting my dick back in her pussy as she began thrusting up and down, riding my dick, while continuing to spasm. Her actions were so violent, I felt my balls strain, pull up, and the cum began to flow before I could stop it. She felt the warmth inside her, dropped to her knees as she sat on my shins, taking my dick again in her mouth and swallowed hard several times as the cum flowed into her throat. She continued sucking until my dick came up bone dry, and then raised her head, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, slid up my legs, spread across my body, and kissed me.

The lights went on and I saw Marla standing in the doorway smiling. She walked to the bed, sat on the side, leaned over and kissed me and in my shock, said, "Thank you so much, Trent. This is my daughter, Catherine, known as 'Cat.' Cat, this is Trent that I told you about." I was speechless as the young beauty grinned and said, "You are so good, Trent. It was such a pleasure to meet you. Maybe we can do this again sometime." She kissed my cheek, rolled from the bed and I watched as her cheeks chewed their way down the hallway and into the bathroom. When the door closed, I sat and said, "Okay, Marla. What the hell's going on here with the two of you? Why did you do what you just did to me? I thought I was going to fuck you and here I get the young daughter. Explain yourself!"

"Don't worry. You're going to fuck me. Believe it. But let me explain about Cat. She has what has been diagnosed as hypoactive sexual desire disorder or what the medical field calls HSDD. If she doesn't have sex almost daily, she has a difficult treatment of her desire disorder and it is difficult due to confounding factors, such as high rates of comorbid disorder and combined subtype sexual disorder involving medical and substance-induced contributors.

"You should know that the sexual response cycle in humans consists of four phases: desire, arousal, orgasm, and resolution. Phase 1 of the sexual response cycle, desire, consists of three components: sexual drive, sexual motivation, and sexual wish. These reflect the biological, psychological, and social aspects of desire, respectively. Sexual drive is produced through psychoneuroendocrine mechanisms. The limbic system and the preoptic area of the anterior-medial hypothalamus are believed to play a role in sexual drive. Cat has the problem."

She paused, took my hand and kissed my knuckles as she smiled graciously at me.

"If Cat should forego sex, she will become bipolar and lapse into a depressive state where she becomes anorexic and a danger to her health and life. I hate to admit it, but she does better with older men because younger guys have short triggers and lack the ability to prolong foreplay. At those times, when I recognize the signs that she is getting near to the danger point, I go find a man, to use polite terms, to give her the perceived medical dosage that she needs. When I invited you over, I had no idea that she was on the point of collapse. I saw what was happening, had her stay in her room and when the time was right, I left you and had her take my place. I felt that you wouldn't mind if I used you as her medication because you have a medical background and would be more understanding. I hope you aren't mad or disappointed in me for my ruse."

"I'm not, but if you had told me first, I wouldn't have been so surprised."

"Probably, but would you have been as aggressive as you were thinking it was me? Probably not because of her age. It doesn't make a mother happy to have to do what I do, but I do everything to protect and make my daughter safe and happy. I want you to know I didn't watch. I sat in the kitchen until I knew it was over."

"If I had known, you could have watched and maybe helped."

"No, don't get any ideas of a threesome. Yep, we have a threesome but at separate times, never together. That's beyond gross to even think of me and Cat together. The master bath is over there. I'll get more wine while you use the bathroom."

I washed my dick and cleaned the cum Cat dripped on my abdomen. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came back with the wine. I was eyeing her bouncing tits and her appealing amber-haired pussy while I ogled her walking toward me. She looked damned good to be a forty-six year-old mother of a twenty-one year old beauty like herself. Even though she was single, she was a lucky woman to be a doctor and be independent at her age.

We sat quietly and sipped the wine. I put an arm around her and draped it over her shoulder flicking her nipple with the tips on my fingers. She was smiling and glowingly proud of her womanhood. She sat her wine on the nightstand, I did the same. I stood, pulled her up and turned her around. I went to the wall and turned the light down, turned the table radio to a soft music station, tempered the volume and admired her naked ass waiting for me to act. I quietly eased up behind her, ran my right hand between her legs under her ass, put my left hand on her left nipple and rolled it in my fingers. Marla spread her legs wider and I ran my finger through her hair and felt the wetness already inside her soft, pliable warm lips. My hard on was pressing against her ass, so she used her left hand, wrapped it around the shaft and held it. I moved my finger back and forth inside her lips and waited for her increase in breathing. I continued for a few minutes as I slowly lowered myself to the floor. I settled on my knees, bent her upper body to the bed, ran my tongue through the crack of her ass and replaced my finger in her lips with my tongue. She gasped, leaned farther forward and presented me more space between her legs. I was teasing her with my tongue bouncing it against the opening in the hood covering her clit.

I turned, sat on the floor with my legs under the bed and ran my tongue deep inside her pussy, sucking at her collected juices. I used my thumb and index finger to pinch her clit and gently squeeze the firm button just as she had squeezed my balls. I was increasing my tongue fucking while I pinched her clit. She was murmuring lowly through her rapid panting. I brought the tension to its maximum peak, stood and easily rammed my dick inside her sopping wet pussy as I followed the beat of the song playing on the radio. She moaned loudly, grabbed at my head and loudly whispered, "A little faster Trent. It's here, Oh, my God, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming." She took both hands and gripped the sheets tightly, pushing backwards so that I could go deeper inside during her orgasm, still asking for me to go a little faster. With the sounds of the music, the lubrication furnished by her complete wetness, I was hydraulically moving in and out of her pussy until my balls ached, rapidly shrunk, and swiftly pulled upwards as I began spilling what felt like volumes of Cum inside her deep well of love.

I believe she sensed the spurting of the warm cum when she shot out at me, "Don't stop now, keep going," she instructed. "It's building again and I'm on the edge to cum again." She suddenly yelped, bucked forcefully back against me, shoving my dick against the hump of her cervix while I kept it moving. The cum was around my dick and was leaking out, dripping down her leg and on the floor below. Suddenly raised on her tiptoes, screamed, "Trent." and went limp on the bed. I withdraw, leaned over her back and softly asked, "Marla, re you all right?" She weakly turned her head to me and muttered, "That one tore my insides apart it felt so powerful and so good. In the future, let's put doggy style at the top of the game list."

She returned to normal after several minutes, so I backed away from her, my dick still as hard as ever which had me surprised. Two fucks in the last hour and I'm still hard at my age. She rose toward me, saw my hard on still standing up and said, "Sit in on the edge her, Trent. She patted a place for me. I sat; she sat on the floor between my legs, took my dick in her mouth and cleaned it of her juice and my Cum. Once it was clean, she gave me without a doubt, the best jacking off I have ever had. She used both hands off and on, squeezing my balls between the off's, and eventually had me so jumpy I was rubbing my ass raw on the sheets and tearing my fingernails out as I gripped the edge of the bed. . When I was at my ready point, she put the head in her mouth, jacked while teasing the eye and never stopped when I began spurting my third load into her mouth. She maintained the head in her mouth until I had been fully drained. She looked up, stared me directly in the eye and swallowed. I grinned. She licked her lips and softly gloated, "Never let it be said that doctors won't swallow." I pushed forward, turned her head and gave her a deep, appreciative kiss.

We were both surprised when we heard applause coming from the doorway. Cat was standing there naked clapping as she smiled and said, "Bravo, good show. I can't wait until the next one."

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