She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  I shook my head rapidly. “I don’t.” A tinge of wetness began to form down in my womanhood. In response, my breasts started softly lactating.

  “I’ve learned how to make every one of my patients respond to love”, he continued, “and I’d like to give you that same gift. Will you allow me to adore you in the way you deserve, Miss Edith?”

  I had definitely not come here to be shown love, or to be given love advice by a younger man. But suddenly, my body pulsed with heat, and an intense desire sprang up from within me. In such a short time, Doctor Orlando had convinced me of my need to be transformed, of my need to feel like a real woman again. I decided to give into the feeling as I leaned closer to him.

  “Yes, show me”, I responded.

  Chapter 2

  “I’m glad you came to see me today, Miss Edith”, Doctor Orlando cooed. “Your body is so tense, you were long overdue for some well-deserved love.” He slowly ran his hands along my blouse, finding its buttons and popping them open one by one.

  I gave a small smile, biting my lip. It felt humiliating at first, giving into a younger man this way, allowing him to see me in all of my vulnerability. I had always lived as a strong, independent woman, with no need - and no time - for silly things like love. Love was too dependent, it would require me to feel like I needed someone. But now, as I lay before Doctor Orlando, my body slowly revealing itself to him, I had to agree that this was long overdue.

  I never thought I would experience getting intimate in a public place; but seeing as how this was Doctor Orlando’s own private practice, I wasn’t too nervous about intruders.

  The young man rubbed one hand slowly down my exposed chest as the other hand continued down my shirt, undoing my buttons. The last button popped free, and the tightness of my upper body was released. He pulled the sleeves slowly off of my arms, looking in wonder at my bare chest as I stretched out before him. With my tits being so swollen with milk all the time, I wasn’t able to wear a bra. It made them much too sensitive, and in the long run I would just be wasting new material by soiling it with my milk. I decided to go braless instead, only wearing a few layers of shirts. But since I was going to the doctor’s office to talk about my lactation, I didn’t feel the need to protect myself with a multitude of layers. One shirt would serve its purpose just fine - and apparently, that purpose was to lie on the floor.

  When the constricting feeling of the blouse was released, my breasts bounced apart, bobbing freely. The heaviness of their containing milk made them hang. They were large and swollen. My huge areolas were stretched. Doctor Orlando’s eyes feasted on them hungrily, as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before.

  “Your breasts are breathtakingly beautiful, Miss Edith”, he said spiritedly. He knelt down in front of me, until his head was level with my chest. He looked up at me, grinning sweetly. “May I feel them?”

  I responded with a smile. “Alright”, I said timidly. A fiery passion was burning in my loins, but I was still apprehensive. I’d never had a man so fascinated in my breasts before. But they hung in front of his face, aching to be squeezed and milked, so I eagerly let him continue.

  He ran his hand along the top of my bosoms, which sloped downward, coming to a point at my nipples. His dainty fingers circled slowly around my enlarged areolas, my every nerve responding to his touch. Goosebumps formed around the areas he caressed, and my nipples grew huge. I perked out by almost an inch, just centimeters away from his face as he watched me grow, his face alight with amazement. His fingers eagerly pinched my hardening nipples, and I let out a small squeak. A shock of both pain and pleasure flooded through me, turning me on even more. He continued toying with my nipples, flicking them, pushing in on them, rubbing around them until they were rock hard. He continued to rub his hands along their swollen form, letting the bottom of my heavy, milk-laden tits rest in the palms of his hand. He wrapped his hands around them as fully as he could, cupping me. Lightly, he began to squeeze, massaging my aching breasts.

  I groaned in pleasure. They were so big, and so sensitive, that they ached with desire with each pump of his hands. He squeezed gently at first, stimulating my breasts even further than they had already been stimulated. His squeezes strengthened, and he gripped me more fully. I gasped as he squeezed too tightly, letting a stream of milk erupt from my nipples. I squirted the juice out, some of it landing on his face and neck.

  “I’m sorry…” I said in shock.

  His smile grew. “Don’t be sorry at all, Miss Edith, that was a beautiful thing.” He was so breathless from the experience that he began to pant. He looked me in the eyes. “I’ll drink your milk, Edith. Let me relieve you of this burden.”

  I looked down at him with a new sense of amazement. How could someone who acted so gentle, and looked at me so submissively, still maintain complete dominance and control over me? His eyes were stern as they locked on to mine, and his voice was thick with lust. He wanted to have me, and I would let him take me. He made me feel like his gem, and it was as if the whole world was at my attention. I looked down at my breasts; they were heaving with desire. I longed for him to suck me dry.

  “I have to admit”, he began, looking up at me like a puppy dog as he lowered his face to my breasts. “I haven’t been with an older woman quite like yourself, Miss Edith.” His eyes fell to my chest. “But never before have I had such a raging desire to suckle on a mature woman’s teats. This is quite the journey for me as well…” he trailed off as his mouth neared my breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my nipple as he opened his lips. Softly, his wet mouth latched onto my nipple, his lips widening to take in more of me. His warm tongue flicked the tip of my nipple as he began to suck, and immediately my body responded. I could feel the thick milk start to stream out as he sucked with more intensity. His eyes stared forward at my breasts as I began to pump the liquid into him. His hand reached up to my other breast, caressing and massaging it gently to match the pattern of his mouth’s motions.

  I threw my head back and closed his eyes as he continued suckling. The wetness of his mouth soothed my dried areolas, and the sounds his suctioned mouth made as he went to work made my body twitch with pleasure and desire.

  I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Doctor Orlando suckled hungrily at my engorged breast, lapping down the milk. I began to emit low moans from the back of my throat. At this point, my underwear was completely soaked with the wetness from my nether regions.

  His tongue darted around my areola, stimulating my nipple as his lips sucked me in. The other breast was massaged harder and faster, causing it to spill milk again. Doctor Orlando worked one nipple with his gorgeous mouth, and the other with his strong hand, milking me completely. My liquid splashed out of both tits, spraying freely all over the place. Already I could feel my sore, swollen tits emptying of their milk. I let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he relieved me of my burden.

  Doctor Orlando’s sucking began to slow as he drank his fill. Slowly, he released both of my breasts, which still dribbled with milk. He licked his lips, letting out a long, hot breath. His blue eyes stared up at me, and I looked directly down at him, feeling the heat from between my legs rise up inside me.

  “Your milk is delicious, Miss Edith”, he whispered. “I’m glad to have been able to give your luscious breasts the love they deserved.”

  I nodded. “Thank you, doctor.”

  He ran his hands down my stomach, ending at the lining of my skirt. “May I continue loving you?”

  I felt my cheeks flush again. “What else can you do to help me?”

  “Oh, there are many ways that I can show you my love”, he lectured. “You deserve it all, Miss Edith. Let me demonstrate more of my methods.”

  I felt my power of reason diminishing. I felt my own personal needs rising within me as well; I wasn’t opposed to letting him continue. He was offering me things I had never dreamed of receiving before. “Okay, doctor.”

  I felt his hands grip the seam of my skirt, pulling it down. I
uncrossed my legs, letting him slip the skirt off. He ran his lips up my thigh, kissing it, making me shudder. He eagerly grabbed at my panties - which I admit, weren’t the most attractive pair; I hadn’t expected to be revealing them to anyone - and started pulling those down too. I was nervous and embarrassed to reveal myself to him. He had never seen an older woman’s vagina before - would it look terrible? Was it too hairy? Subconsciously I began to close my legs as my insecurities ran through my mind. Doctor Orlando looked up at me at once, his eyes commanding me to stop. I couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze, and immediately my body bent to his will. I relaxed my muscles again, letting the doctor push my legs apart. My panties fell to the floor, and I felt wide open, all of me displayed in front of him for inspection. He had been so bent on loving me, that I let my fears of imperfection melt away.

  He gasped in awe as he gazed upon my womanhood, running a hand lightly over my mound. I shuddered.

  “Is it really that bad?” I joked.

  He shook his head slowly. “Not at all, Miss Edith. It’s absolutely stunning.”

  I blushed, his words making me wetter. He continued to stare at it, his eyes fixated on my every little detail.

  “Your milk tasted so rich, and so sweet, that I’m dying to know what the rest of you tastes like”, he began. “I’m so grateful that you chose my office today, Miss Edith; if you hadn’t, I would never have gotten the chance to drink from your fountain.” He licked his lips as he watched a stream of wetness ooze out of me. I moaned in anticipation, my chest heaving with quickened breaths.

  I had never had a man perform oral sex on me before. While I had originally thought of it as dirty and unhealthy, my younger friends implored me to try it out. Perhaps that’s why my older acquaintances had turned to the cougar lifestyle. From what I could see from Doctor Orlando’s actions, the young men were so eager to please. If he was this ecstatic to taste an older woman, than perhaps I would consider sparing him another visit.

  But I had to wonder, what was in it for him? All of this love and attention he was giving me - surely he wanted something in return.

  Chapter 3

  His tongue was soft like satin as it ran through my pussy. First, he licked the outside, tracing my hidden clitoris and my gaping hole, gathering up my growing wetness. He moaned when he first tasted it, eagerly stretching his tongue out for more. Soon, he plunged his tongue within the folds of my puckered lips, rubbing it along all of my most sensitive areas. His hot breath on my exposure as he indulged in my sweetness sent jolts of pleasure through my already searing body. I could hear him breathing heavily as his tongue explored deeper into me, relishing in my taste, making me wet. He pressed his lips into my pussy, making love to me with his mouth. He flicked my clit with his tongue, circling desperately around it in fast motions, causing a deep pressure to build up inside of me. He stroked it over and over, moaning as he did so.

  Soon, I was trembling with pleasure. New sensations were being awakened within me. He put his entire mouth on me, sucking at my clitoris just like he did with my engorged tits, vigorously lapping at my wetness. I was moaning loudly. Timorously, I wondered if the nurses outside could hear the sounds of my pleasure. I quickly ignored that fear as more of the pressure began to build up inside of me.

  Hearing Doctor Orlando’s moans only contributed to the intensity of my own. I shouted, louder than I’ve ever shouted before, as I felt a deep trembling building up from deep inside of me. In a heightened state, my body convulsed, sending spasms of pleasure throughout my entirety. My muscles contracted and released, and my breasts tingled with sensitivity. My limbs spasmed as I came down from that unrelenting high, my body completely out of breath. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

  Doctor Orlando looked up at me from my nether regions. “You are simply splendid, Miss Edith. Look how powerfully my love has affected you.”

  I let a big smile form on my lips. I panted, gasping for breath. “You are...so amazing...Doctor Orlando…”

  “I hope you now know what it’s like to receive the love you deserve?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I do…”

  He stood slowly, his hands running up my body. “And now that you’ve received it, are you ready to give it in return?”

  “Yes…” I answered him without thinking. I didn’t understand what he was asking, but I was too physically exhausted to find out.

  “I’m still so young, and I’m just practicing”, he said modestly, “but I’d like to think that my practice is valuable. I’d like to receive some of that same love I showed you today, Miss Edith.”

  I sat up, looking at him. “How...what can I do?” I was still breathless.

  Doctor Orlando began to loosen his pants. “Love is about equality, Edith. It’s about a partnership.” He pulled his pants down, revealing tight-fitting underwear, and a significant bulge underneath. I eyed it with the notion that he would be using it to take what he wanted in return for the grand service he’d given me.

  Doctor Orlando was very handsome, and the thought of a young man inside me made me think that it could be an unexpected treat. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his bulge. It had been years since I’ve felt a rock hard cock; as long as the doctor was clean, I wouldn’t mind inviting him in.

  He took my silence as an invitation, pulling down his boy shorts. He walked over to me, his genitals nearing my face as the underwear fell to the floor. His massive erection sprang up, and I was staring directly at it. His cock was firm, and much larger than I expected. It angled upward at a nice curve, and I reached out and touched it with interest.

  His skin was so smooth. A thick vein ran along his shaft, pulsing in anticipation. Two large testicles hung underneath. He was amazingly virile for such a young man.

  Doctor Orlando placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing my face gently towards his dick. I opened my mouth and he pushed himself in, the tip of his penis slick with precum. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, gently sucking until he was down my throat. I ran my tongue along it, tasting his fertile manhood. He tasted sweet and inviting, and I pushed faster as he thrusted into my mouth.

  He moaned, pushing my head further down on him. He grabbed my hair, suddenly pulling my head away, forcing me to spit him out. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He eyed my naked body. His cock was slick and smooth with the lubrication from my mouth.

  He moved towards my legs. “Will you spread out for me, Miss Edith?”

  I quietly did as he said, spreading my legs and laying back on the seat. My body was perfectly level with his waist, providing for easy entry. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my lower body closer towards him. The tip of his erection waited at my entrance, throbbing with desire.

  “Your body has been a journey, Miss Edith”, he began, “and I can’t wait to conquer your mountain.” With that, he thrusted himself inside of me, his wide head pushing inward. I let out another moan as he thrusted, several inches of his shaft plunging in. I hugged my knees to my chest, urging him to go deeper. It had been so long since I had anything this good. I wanted to feel the full ability of this young, fit, virile man.

  He eagerly pushed himself the rest of the way inside me, making my insides burn with pleasure. He grabbed ahold of my aching breasts, milking them as he built up a thrusting rhythm. I watched his pectoral and abdominal muscles tense up and contract as he used the full force of his body to slam inside of me.

  I let out a shout as my body rocked back and forth. Doctor Orlando grunted as he heaved in me, his girth expanding my vaginal walls.

  “You’re still so tight…” he huffed as he thrusted more vigorously.

  The entire chair began to quake. I grabbed his hands, which were still planted firmly on my breasts, digging into his muscular arms for support. I allowed him to plow into me, making it the best ride of my life.

  His entire cock was shoved inside of me now. I blushed red as I realized his was bare inside me - not that it mattered, I was unable to get pregnant anyway, a
condom would be useless in this situation - but it still sent a thrill through my spine to realize that this young man, who a little while ago was a stranger, was pummeling his entire weight inside me without any protection. He hadn’t even given it a thought as he rammed into me without reservation.

  To have wild, unprotected, unrestricted sex with a new man was not something I had ever thought I’d be able to experience again. Doctor Orlando was truly an amazing doctor, opening me up in ways I hadn’t thought possible. I smiled as his massive cock thrusted inside my womanhood, his balls bouncing against my bare ass.

  “Oh...Edith…” his moans grew, and he grunted as his cock twisted inside of me. His whole body tightened, and with one jerking motion, he erupted. He released himself deep within me, strings of hot cum bursting forth from his young dick. I felt my body fill with his thick semen, as he relentlessly unloaded himself into me. His hands tightly squeezed my breasts, a handful of milk trickling out. I gasped as I was being emptied and filled at the same time.

  With a final grunt, Doctor Orlando released his hold on me, relieving all of his tension. He slumped down onto a seat next to me, breathing heavily. His skin glistened with sweat, and he looked up at me with a look of surrender in his eyes.

  “Thank you, Miss Edith”, he said breathlessly.

  I smiled, looking at his youthful body. I had to confess, it was the best experience I’d ever had. Nothing turned me on more than the sight of this young doctor. I was officially a cougar.

  “No”, I laughed. “Thank you.” I stood up, stretching my aching body, leaning down to gather my clothes. I met his eyes again. “I think I’ll see you regularly from now on.”