the cock doctor

Title: The Cock Doctor

Ah, the joys of youth. There’s nothing quite like that first flutter of a pulsing wand over newly awakened skin. For the skillful wielder of such sorcery, there’s a certain…bad bitch energy in knowing just how to stroke those particular strokes, precisely where they need to go.

Our protagonist, a sassy blonde bombshell of a stepmommy, possessed such aptitude. She called herself Commander M, and she was a doctor…of cocks. Oh yes, you better believe she knew exactly how to make a young man’s heart flutter with a simple twitch of her wrist. We’re talking POV jerk off instructions here, with all the delicacy of a skilled medical professional.

The way she cradled it, like a precious stone. The way she cooed, like a mother hen. No wonder her stepson was rendered speechless, eyes wide with wonder as he soaked in every word. She knew just how to push his buttons, in more ways than one. It was like she could literally see inside his dirty little mind, like some kind of telepathic cock doctor.

“Nice and slow now,” she purred, as if reciting a sacred mantra. “Don’t you dare rush things.” The tip of her tongue darted out to taste her lips, as if savoring the very air he breathed. “Let it really soak in. Tease out every drop of pleasure.”

And so our neglected young man began to comply, awash in a sea of foreign sensations as he wrapped his eager fingers around his throbbing member. With each stoke, he could feel the intensity building, like a volcano about to erupt. And Commander M was there to guide him every step of the way – through the valley of despair, over the mountain peak, and finally, to the glorious burst of release that set his world on fire.

“Good boy,” she cooed, like a proud parent watching their child take their first step. “Remember, you did this because you chose to. Because you wanted to.”

And with those hazy words still ringing in his ears, our blissed-out protagonist slumped back against the cushions, more spent than he ever thought possible. His eyes fluttered shut as he drifted off into a contented sleep, his trusty wand still leaking sticky arrows of spent desire.

But as we watch them leave the room, arm in arm, we can’t help but wonder: what other secrets might my stepmommy’s soothing touch hold? Will we discover them together, in some lusty late night email exchange? Or perhaps over coffee, as she slowly unfolds the mysteries of her many talents?

Only time will tell. One thing’s for sure, though – the doctor is most definitely in.