Edna Examine - Lust_s What The Doctor Ordered

Prinz ran his hand over the woman's pubic bush as she went down on him again. He eased his finger into her wet pussy and stroked her clit gently. He felt her raise her hips again and he knew that she was about to orgasm, despite the fact that she was in deep hypnosis. And as she pulled off to the swollen head of his cock again, he felt the slick trickle of saliva ran down the length of his shaft and he shuddered, just a breath away from coming himself.

He inserted a second finger into the woman's clasping cunt and began fucking her furiously as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing prick. "Ughhhnn…" he moaned, "yes… suck it, Denise… suck my prick… I'm going to come… swallow my cum, Denise!" and he placed a hand on the back of her head to force her lower as he felt the first spasm that was followed by a strong contraction.

The woman paused in her sucking as she felt the prick in her mouth begin to jerk wildly. She moaned loudly from around his prick as her own orgasm washed over her writhing body, then she felt her mouth filled with his warm, thick cum. She swallowed as her mouth was filled to overflowing and her legs quivered stiffly as the doctor's fingers dug into the soft, wet flesh of her cunt.

Prinz felt his prick erupt in the woman's mouth. He tensed as she stopped bobbing her head, and he felt gush after gush pour into her mouth as he fingerfucked her furiously. Then, as the contractions subsided, Prinz sighed deeply and told the woman, "That was so good, darling… you've made your father very happy."

The woman raised her head with a dazed expression on her face as she licked the last of his cum from her lips. He laid her back and sat there for a long moment as he regained his composure. He looked down at her long lovely legs, encased in sheer nylon stockings. He ran his hand from her sopping cunt to her soft belly and rubbed it gently as his fingertips played over the lacy garter belt she wore. Women's underclothing fascinated him and he had often had the urge to wear them himself. Prinz recognized where the desire stemmed from, and he recalled the time his own sister had caught him going through her dresser drawer, simply feeling her silken under things.

He shook the thought from his mind as his hand found its way to the woman's cunt again, and he cupped her pubis as she merely lay there and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"How do you feel, Denise?" he asked softly, as his fingers pressed lightly over her pussy.

She sighed deeply and replied, "Good… I feel good, Daddy."

Prinz beamed-the transference was complete, and he knew he would be able to have this woman at will any time in the future. "Fine, Denise … now I want you to listen closely," he told her and moved his hand from her pussy to stroke the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking top. "There is nothing wrong with what we've done. It's natural for a father to love his daughter… and just as natural for a daughter to want her father-do you understand?"

The woman's body quivered at his touch and, as his hand moved back up to stroke her cunt lightly, she told him, "Yes, Daddy, I understand… and I really do like the things we do together. When can we do them again?"

Prinz smiled sardonically as he gazed upon her expectant face. He leaned down and kissed her softly as his hand moved up to fondle her ample tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. Next time, he promised himself, I'll have her naked!

"Soon, Denise… I promise." and he stood up then to tuck his wilted prick into his trousers. He inspected himself for stains, then pulled up his zipper and told the woman, "Your panties are beside you on that couch. Put them on, then go into the bathroom and straighten your clothing… then come back and lie down and we'll talk some more."

He watched as the woman obeyed. He lifted the head of the couch and straightened his own clothing as the woman walked to the bathroom door and entered. In a few moments she returned looking as fresh as ever. She lay down on the couch and Prinz sat in his chair out of her sight.

"In a moment, I will ask you to awaken, Denise… you will have no memory of what has taken place… next week when you lie down on the couch, I will ask you if you're drowsey-you will reply, 'Yes, Father, I'm sleepy.' Then, you will return to your deep sleep… do you understand?"

"Yes…" the woman said flatly.

"Fine… then you may awaken," he told her and sat back, relaxed. He watched as the woman opened her eyes and looked around. She stretched languidly and sat up, a flushed expression on her face. "How do you feel?" he asked warmly.

"God, like I'd slept the clock around…" and she glanced at the expensive watch on her right wrist. A look of surprise crossed her face as she remarked, "It's only been an hour?"

Prinz smiled and nodded. "You were a very cooperative subject, Mrs.

Powers… next week well delve a bit deeper into your subconscious…"

He stood and held out his hand to her, "Same time?"

Her face flushed brightly and she asked, "Did… did I say anything? I mean… what happened?"

Prinz led her to the private exit as she gathered her gloves and purse.

"All in due time, Mrs. Powers… all in due time. Try not to dwell on it-but should you have another of those headaches, please try to remember what you're thinking about just prior to having it-can you do that?"

The woman smiled warmly and took his hand in hers. "Oh, yes-and thank you Dr. Prinz… thank you so much!"

Prinz saw the woman out, then returned to his desk. He touched the button on his console and spoke softly. "That's all for today, Karen… will you come in here a moment?"

"Yes, Doctor," the woman's honeyed voice, replied.

Prinz looked up as his receptionist-girl Friday entered, her lithe body swaying sensuously as she walked into his inner office. "Schedule Mrs.

Powers for the same time next week, Karen…" he said and looked across the desk at the beautiful woman as she made note of his request. He watched her lovely blond features as she penned the note, and he felt a twinge of excitement rush through his body as he imagined her standing there naked before him, her lush blond cunt exposed to his sight.

Prim swallowed thickly as the beautiful young woman looked up and asked,

"Will that be all, Doctor?"

Smiling, he gazed deeply into her eyes for a long moment, then said,

"Are you sleepy, Karen?"

The woman's eyes glazed momentarily and her head sagged to her chest.

Her hand was rigid and paused over the note pad, as she stood there immobile. Prinz sat back and smiled at his expertise. He cleared his throat as he told her, "There are some things I must do now, Karen… do you have any plans for this evening?"

She shook her head slowly as she looked up, her jaw slack.

"Fine… be at the beach house at seven sharp. I'll be expecting you."

"Seven…" she said flatly and stared past him into space.

Prinz snapped his fingers and the lovely blonde's head drew erect as she stared at her note pad and saw the appointment for the following week.

"Whom do you have scheduled for tomorrow, Karen?" he asked, as though there had been no break in their conversation.

"Ummn… Mrs. Golden is bringing her daughter…"

"Oh, yes… the disturbed teenager. Of course. That will be all Karen … have a pleasant evening." And he smiled at her warmly.

"Thank you Doctor-I'll see you in the morning."

Prinz smiled and nodded as the young woman left his office. Tonight, he thought abstractly, and he stood to walk to the breakfront bar along the right wall of his office. He poured a liberal amount of brandy into a glass, then returned to his desk as he thought again of his sister. The Powers woman reminded him of her-the red hair, the full thighs and soft pussy… and as he sat there sipping the heady liquor, he drifted back in time, and he was fifteen-years-old again.