The sign on the door of the waiting room reads, “Dr. Simon Trevors, Ph.D., M.D.,” and underneath, “By Appointment Only.” Minnie, dressed provocatively, knocked and then walked in.

“Minnie, is it?” The receptionist asked her. “Insurance cards, please.” Minnie handed them over to be copied, and took a seat. She remembered already having filled out a long profile delineating both her personal and medical history last week and returning it by mail. The receptionist had gave her a stern look. ‘She must know I’m a slut, a nympho, or whatever,’ Minnie thought to herself. ‘I don’t even care.’

As she waited, she found herself hoping that a man, even a teenage boy, would walk in and sit down across from her. Minnie had spread her legs apart, her short skirt riding way up her thighs. The cool air of the office made her bare cunt tingle, because this shameless girl was wearing panties that had the crotch cut out. She also had an anal plug up her rear, placed there yesterday by a man her grandfather’s age whom she had met recently.

“The doctor will see you now,” the receptionist told her. “This way, please. Second door on the right.”

Minnie turned the knob and walked into a room with a desk and chair completed with desk top computer, large, wide couch and several overstuffed chairs; and a cabinet and a small refrigerator along the back wall.

Dr. Trevors walked over to shake her hand. She shook it, leaving her hand perfectly limp, and looked into his eyes in what she has learned from long experience is a signal to many men: I’m available, I’m vulnerable, you may well be able to have your way with me with very little effort.

Dr. Trevor found his voice and said to Minnie, “Well, well. Nice to meet you.” He looked at her cleavage when he said this. “You came alone? No one out there waiting for you? I had a cancellation and have three hours available this afternoon. I hope that gives us time enough together.”

“No. No one’s waiting. It is just me and my lonesome self.” She stopped and stared hard at him. “Oh my, doctor, oh you look so young, how did you get all your degrees already?” Minnie gushed. She made no move to take a seat.

“Yeah, everyone says I look young for my age, Minnie,” he told her. “Were you going somewhere after this appointment?”

“No,” she replied, “and I plan to stay longer than my appointment plus the three hours. It’s all up to you. I’m not afraid to be left alone here with you now that I met you. I was nervous, afraid I might not like you.” She began to fidget.

Dr. Trevors stared hard at her scanty clothing, especially her short skirt which was far too short. He knew that if she bended over, most of her butt was going to show. Her top looked liked it was much too small for her. “I only thought that you might be dressed for, well, a date,” he observed. “I will tell you right now, the way that you dress in public may come up in our discussions.”

“Should we pretend that I dressed this way only for you?” Minnie smiled up at him. “Is your first name Simon? I saw it on the letterhead. Can I call you Simon?” Minnie asked him. “It will make me feel much more comfortable with having a frank conversation with you.” She smiled some more, a hopeful look on her face.

Simon was not sure where to start. “Young lady. Minnie. Listen to me. You have been behaving in a certain manner towards men for what I understand is a considerable length of time from what you put down on your form. I need to find out whether or not you and I together can unearth a clue as to what has led to your present behavior. How you are dressed or not dressed is beside the point, at the moment. On the other hand, let’s try this: do you believe that I would prefer you to be dressed like a border town whore, or like a respectable wife? Seeing that I am a professional person?”

Tears come to Minnie’s eyes. “I’m so sorry that you are acting like you have to be ashamed of how I look today. I see you staring. I truly wanted to please you. Truly I did. I am determined to make it up to you, Simon. I want to be a model patient for you today. Really. I know no one believes anything I say,” she added and continued to sob quietly. “I am so stressed out. Sometimes I want to kill myself.”

Simon well understood the rules that govern his profession and said to himself, ‘Keep your distance, man. This girl may slide her panties down at the first hint of male attention, and there is your reputation to think of.’

He said gruffly, “Have a seat on that chair beside the sofa, and I will pull mine over and we will just chat as if we are old friends together. How does that sound?” Minnie kept right on sobbing; her chest goes up and down, exposing her breasts to view— since she has no bra on. Her little nipples were firm and perky and Simon’s dick swelled up immediately. Now it was he who was flustered and at a loss for words. ‘Control, control,’ he said to himself. ‘Got to get this scene under some control.’

Knowing of nothing else to do, he walked right up to Minnie intending to take her hand and lead her to the chair. She collapsed into Simon’s arms, her top coming the whole way down leaving her bare above the waist. Simon found his arms are on her bare back and his erection is pressing against her warm little body. “Am I bad, doctor?” Minnie asked him between sobs.

“No one is bad here in my office,” he managed to tell her. With a supreme effort he practically dragged Minnie to the chair along the wall, sets her down and pulls up the chair where he will sit. Minnie sat with her legs spread wide apart, the little skirt ridden up nearly to her crotch. He tried not to look at it, tried to formulate his first question but suddenly felt something touch his ankles.

Minnie had extended her legs and was softly kicking him. “Ask me something, Simon,” she prompted.

He asked, “When did you realize that you had a stronger interest in boys than most girls do?”

“Boys? do you mean men? Oh you mean when I was younger? I had boy cousins. They played games with me. They took turns putting their weenies in my mouth. When I sucked hard they would give me candy.”

“And how old were you, Minnie?” Simon asked.

“Really young,” Jeannine replied. “At first they didn’t undress me. That came later. You don’t want to hear what all they did do you?”

Simon’s dick felt like it might explode. He looked down and saw Minnie’s right hand sliding up her thigh. As he watched, he saw her hand was now in motion. Her arm was moving vigorously as she looked him in the eye.

“What are you doing? Oh, I know what you are doing, excuse my unprofessional remark. Do you or do you not possess enough self control to stop fingering yourself?”

Minnie is gasping and panting; she stands up, drops her skirt down and sticks her fingers into herself through the nonexistent crotch of her “Hello Kitty” undies and looks at him, murmuring, “Yes, yes, they all did this to me. I’m only showing you what those boys did to me years ago, Simon.”

Minnie’s face was beet red. “I can’t help myself. Fuck me, Simon. There I said it. Right now. In this room. This very minute. I don’t care which hole you go into, or both of them. Or my throat afterwards. I have a craving I can’t control. Help me, Simon, fuck me and then help me,” She sobbed.

Suddenly, Minnie grabbed Simon’s belt and began loosening it, unzipping him, reaching in and pulling out his penis. She knelt and started to suck. The crazy thought strikes Simon that he had to maintain to a professional attitude even through this. As she proceeded to kiss his dick, licked the shaft and rubbed his testicles, he asked Minnie, “What would you do if I ordered you to stop doing this?”

She paused from sucking him, and stood up, her face inches from his. “I need this dick, don’t you understand me? I’m sick and this is helping me. I feel only comfortable around a man once his dick has gone into me.” She hugs Simon and began to weep again. “This is why my husband don’t want me anymore.” She sobbed some more and finally started to wiped her eyes.

“Listen, because I would turn around and walk out of this office naked, out the door to the parking lot. And go up to the first man or boy whom I see and lay down on my back, and spread my legs there on the grass. Even if he’s old, gray haired or bald. So long as he has a dick. But you have the chance to stop me by giving me your cock.” Minnie laid down on his couch naked, legs raised and said to Simon, “No doctor refuses to give his patient what she needs. And all I need is a little semen inside me, Simon. You’re looking right down at the place where I need you to enter.” She takes her fingers and spreads her labia apart. “See? then after you pull out, we can go back to talking. Please, pretty please! Don’t look for a condom, I’m on the pill. Just jump on me and shove it in!” Minnie exclaimed putting her fingers inside of her again.

Simon could not help himself. No man could. He walked to his office door and locked it. Shaking his head in disbelief that he was actually doing this. Stepped out of his pants, pulled his shirt and undershirt off and stepped forward her, erection in hand.

The big smile on Minnie’s face had him suddenly realizing the immense difficulty ahead of him, if he continued in hopes to change any behavior of hers. Perhaps she is beyond treatment, he told himself, as her tears stopped flowing and she pulled him down on top.

Written by EJ Benard

Copyright 2014. EJ Benard. All Rights Reserved.