"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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He was a slight man with a receding hair line, Slightly stooped shoulders. He was in his late twenties but looked older than that. He was a parody of an Accountant. He had a habit of taking off and cleaning his frameless spectacles when he was nervous. Being extremely near sighted, he would squint heavily while using his ever-present handkerchief on his glasses.
She was a dowdy looking woman several years younger than her husband. Mousey brown hair pulled straight back and held in place with a plastic headband. She kept her gaze in her lap where her slender fingers were slowly pulling apart a tissue. Her modest, mid-calf length summer dress obscured what was underneath it, if anything.
The Doctor's deep brown eyes were fixed on the report in his hands. His sleeves were rolled up exposing strongly muscled forearms. His oxford button down shirt was open at the collar, his broad shoulders caused his shirt to strain over his chest. The name plate read Erik Shaun, MD.
As he looked up at the couple Mr. Smythe hurriedly put his glasses back on. "Well, Doctor?" he ventured.
"Mr. Smythe, Mrs Smythe, I've reviewed all the reports available to me. You have been to almost every fertility clinic within 100 miles. What brings you here, finally?"
"Cecilia had heard that you were often successful when others were not. Two of her friends recommended you to her. And after I did some research we agreed to see you for help. I, that is, we, really want children. Can you help?" As he finished he again removed his glasses and polished them.
"Well, perhaps. As you know, initial courses of artificial insemination are successful only 10 to 20 percent of the time. Often multiple attempts must be made to ensure success. Each attempt can be quite costly." The Doctor rose from behind his desk to lean against the side of his desk. For the first time Mrs. Smythe raised her eyes but only part way. She did not look at the Doctor's face.
"I have available all of the standard procedures of course. But I can also offer a procedure that is successful almost 80% of the time in a single treatment and almost 100% with multiple treatments. And at a significantly lower cost."
She spoke up for the first time. "That's wonderful, Doctor! Can you describe, um, show, er, that is, what is the nature of this treatment."
"Well, you could call it a 'natural' or 'organic' treatment, I suppose." The Doctor began to unbutton his shirt. "Let me show you." He dropped his shirt on the desk top. Exposed to his visitors was his well muscled chest and abdominal muscles. His extremely low body fat assured that each muscle was well defined.
Muscles across his shoulders and upper arms showed the result of hours of weight-lifting and other exercises. Somehow he seemed larger now than he had just moments before.
"Oh, my," moaned Mrs. Smythe softly, her eyes locked on his upper body. Her hands were clenching and unclenching in her lap, the tissue had fallen to the floor, unnoticed. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Flustered, Mr. Smythe removed his glasses and peered toward the Doctor.
"Sir, what are you doing?" he quavered
"Your lovely wife asked about treatment options. I'm showing you one of the most successful options you'll ever see!" There was a smug note to his voice.
Smiling at Mrs. Smythe he flexed his stomach muscles, causing her to inhale strongly. He then reached down and grasped the lump that was forming in his crotch. He slowly, teasingly, caressed the erecting pole that was forming in his left pant leg. Her tongue again wet her lips as she stared.
As she gazed raptly, his hand reached the end of his hidden dick. The dick head was clearly visible. The fabric of his pants was thin enough that she could make out the ridge of his large cock head. There was a slowly expanding dark spot where his precum was oozing from his dick head. Still smiling, Dr. Shaun allowed her to gaze at the impressive length that reached down his pants leg for 10 or more inches. Again, her tongue wet her lips as she sighed.
He then gripped the cock shaft between thumb and forefinger to demonstrate the thickness. His fingers were inches apart and the impressive rod now stretched out almost 12 inches.
Gently smiling at the young woman the Doctor unbuckled and pulled down his zipper.
"I'm afraid I have to go 'commando'", he apologized. "Otherwise I get all tangled up."
He straightened up. Mrs. Smythe was gaping intently as the Doctor allowed his pants to fall to the floor. His huge dick hung, more than a foot long, over a massive ball sack that struggled to contain his tennis-ball sized gonads. He kept himself shaved so that his size was unmistakable.
As Mr. Smythe groped to remove his glasses Mrs. Smythe slipped to her knees in front of the Doctor.
Fumbling to get his glasses back on, Mr. Smythe was greeted by the sight of his plain, demure, church-going wife kneeling in front of the Doctor. Both her hands were stroking slowly up and down the enormous penis that swayed hypnotically in front of her. With hands and lips she was paying homage to the most massive dick imaginable! Still not yet fully erect, this cock was now well over a foot long.
Soft, wet sounds could be heard as she manipulated his hardening dick. Precum continued to seep generously from his huge member. She was licking and sucking, kissing and fluttering her tongue over his massive pole. Slowly it was gaining more heft, lengthening and growing more erect. Soon it was straining upward, the dick head far above his navel!
"It seems that your wife has made her decision on treatment options," the Doctor's laughter was deep and resonant as it filled the office.
"NO!" Mr. Smythe protested. "I forbid it!"
Turning her head just enough to look over the gigantic lance Mrs. Smythe responded.
"Be quiet, Llewellyn! Just sit there. And be quiet. You wanted us to have children. You can't seem to make that happen. Perhaps the Doctor can! I certainly want to find out if he can!" She gazed up at the Doctor.
"This is my choice and I'm going to do what I want to do! I'm going to do what I need to do! I'm going to do what I can't wait to do!"
Defiantly she tore off her head band a threw it across the room.
