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Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 2
🕑 Added 2021-11-03 22:49:27 +0000 UTC"I'd be shocked if she even came ba-"
The door opened, and into the... lobby, so to speak, walked Matori Ringo, looking a bit conflicted. Quickly, you retreated back into your office, ignoring Yukiko as she entered customer service mode. She'd handle the actually boring parts, while you would instead sit back at your desk and look smug as the woman came to report that you were right.
Soon enough, the door to your hastily converted bedroom, your totally professional consultation room, opened and allowed miss Matori in.
You gave her a genial smile. "Ah, Miss Matori, good to see you," you said, gesturing to the seat. "Please, take a seat, tell me how it went."
She nodded, walking a little stiffly, pulling the seat back a little roughly, and plopping her plump rear on the seat, she allowed herself to sigh. "Doctor," she began, "I did as you told me, and I went to see my husband, and, and demanded that he, uh... how was it you put it..."
"Share intimacy!" you said, "create a connection, physical and emotional, to transfer feelings and fulfill you in many ways!"
She sighed again, hanging her neck a little. "I did! I tried my best, I even wore my best lingerie, and, and made him his favorite food, and drew him a bath, massaged his shoulders. I had to insist, Doctor!" she said, "and after all my insistence, he... all he could muster was just to put it in... two pumps, and he's done, and there I am, even more frustrated than before!"
You blinked.
"So you haven't helpmed me at all, Doctor! You just wasted my time and made the situation even worse!"
"Au contraire, my lovely friend!" you countered, raising your finger, then pointing it at her. "My experiment was wholly and completely succesful, and it has granted both of us the revelation we so desired!"
If you can't convince them with your facts and logic, dazzle them with brilliant bullshit!
"W-What? What do you mean, Doctor?" she asked, almost instantly cowed by your excessive bravado and confidence.
"It is quite obvious and evident, you see!" you spoke, giving her a grin filled with confidence you didn't feel, putting a foot on your desk, striking a valerous pose and pointing a finger at her, "you, young lady, are most assuredly quite frustrated with your husband's refusal, are you not?"
"Yes? How's that a good thing?" Miss Matori asked.
"You see, that just confirms my hypothesis!" shit, what was your hypothesis!? Fuck, quick, just... whatever comes to mind! "I'm fully certain now!"
Miss Matori hummed. "I guess... I guess that makes sense. If- if my frustration got worse when my husband gave me unsatisfying sex..." she raised a hand to her chin.
Right there! "Then that must mean that the source and origin of your woes... is your lack of sex," you said, nodding in a sagely fashion.
"But doctor, even knowing this... what could I do? How could you help me?"
You hummed, now convinced that you were on the right track. "Well, obviously, if the source of your woes, your soured feelings and your unoptimal health, is a lack of sex, then it makes sense that the solution would be to have sex."
"Oh, doctor, you would help me with that?" she asked, clasping her hands together.
You nodded. "But of course, it is my duty and pleasure to serve and heal the com- wait-"
Matori Ringo sighed. "Oh, my goodness, I- I don't know what to say," she said. "Doctor, I- I think you are right!"
Fuck! Now you couldn't take it back! This... this was not covered in your ethics classes. Those were written and taught to people from another world entirely, never taking into account a world of sexually passive men to the point of absurdity, and of super high levels of sexual frustration.
"Ah, you're so prepared, Doctor, you even have a bed in the room!"
Indeed, the... the bed, that was still there because this was once a bedroom, that you never removed because taking it apart was a pain in the butt. "I- er- yes, yes," you said, nodding. "After all, women's health is my specialty!"
"I should never have doubted you, Doctor," she said, clasping her hands underneath her chin, looking up at you with sparkles shining in her eyes.
"Indeed, you shouldn't have!" you bullshit out, "now, I- er- are you certain that-"
Unfortunately, the very excited woman, looking to put an end to her frustrations and the plague of unsatisfying and unfulfilling days, was already long past the point of listening or doubting anything, instead already in the process of taking off her blouse, revealing her modest, but nicely shaped chest, followed by her undoing the button at the front of her pants, pulling down the zipper, and peeling the pants that her thighs were stretching off of herself.
You swallowed, as the sight of her absolutely marvelous, thick and meaty thighs was revealed to the world. Just as impressive when exposed as they were when covered, with an air of perversion and motherly fullness that sent tingles down to your nether regions.
"Miss Matori," you said, nodding to yourself.
"Oh Doctor," she said, as she wiggled her pants down the final bits, bending over, showing off the massive globes of her ass, swallowing her small panties into the crack between them.
You gulped at the sight, her panties weren't a thong, her ass was just so huge that they looked like a thong on her. She finally worked her pants off, and smiled as she tossed it over the chair.
"Should I take my underwear off?" she asked.
You, shakily, nodded.
Her bra was first to go, the bland white piece of underwear joining the rest of her clothes on the chair, and she then began the complicated process of removing that tiny, way undersized for her ass, pair of panties down her glorious thighs.
She finished, and before you knew it, she was standing there, before the bed, in all her naked glory.
"Shall we begin the treatment, Doctor?" she asked.
An internal debate raged. For all of five second, where the ethical part of you was gunned down by a hitsquad of all the parts of you that were pervy and ready to go.
You swallowed. "Sit on the bed and spread your legs, miss Matori!" you instructed.
She smiled, nodded, and did as you asked, sitting with her legs spread to show her wonderful pussy lips, crowned by a light brown colored landing strip.
"Do you trim, miss Matori?" you asked.
"Ah, yes - I just think it's hygienic," she admitted. "Why, should I not?"
"No, no, whatever makes you more comfortable," you said. "I certainly have no complaints."
"Ah, okay, if you think it's good," she said. "My husband never seemed to care..."
You shook your head, then knelt down before the woman, putting a hand on each of her hips, squeezing them, running your hands back and forth, licking your lips and sniffing, inhaling deeply of the scent of her arousal. The woman was so frustrated that she was already wet, with you only caressing her thighs.
"A-Ah, doctor," she moaned, "this feels weird... I feel hot..."
You hummed. "That's normal, Miss Matori," you nodded. "Miss Matori- may I call you Ringo?"
She nodded. "I guess it's okay," she said. "Doctor, I- er, is this normal?" she asked. "I don't usually get this wet with my husband..."
You nodded. "This is a sign that you are properly aroused. Let me check your health personally," you said, leaning down and, after steeling your nerves, met her lower lips in a kiss. Her taste was... not as fishy as you expected, it was more of a neutral taste in fact. You didn't find it disagreeable at all. "I see you take good care of your hygiene," you stated, conversationally, pulling back.
You ignored your dick throbbing in your pants.
"Is it- yes, I do," she said, smiling. "I'm glad you noticed."
Answering her smile with a grin, you dove back in and licked from the lowest part of her pussy to her hooded little clit, sealing your lips around it and giving it a little suck, before teasing it with your tongue.
Your ears were assaulted by her moans, and your head by her hands, gripping harshly onto your hair as she tried to press you against her crotch.
"Aaah, do-doc-doctoooor!" she moaned, "it's so strange, it feels so strange! But, but this heat, this amazing heat, it's- it's even better than my wedding night!"
You grinned. That was one of the greatest compliments you could get, to be better than such an important night.
"Aah, nobody's ever- I never thought it'd feel good to be touched there, let alone licked like that!"
You were almost dumbfounded, but you didn't let it break your step, as you continued eating out the lovely woman, drinking of her plentiful fluids as they began gushing out en force, staining your shirt, your novelty costume labcoat, and spreading all over your face.
Her moans, groans and little yelps of ecstasy drove you further, giving you more pleasure than you ever imagined, and it was actually starting to hurt, as your cock was trying to get even harder and fully erect, but was contained by your pants and underwear.
Finally having had enough, you pulled back. "Well, does that make you feel better, Miss Ringo?"
She moaned. "Yyyyeeeeessss," she hissed out, "that feels amazing, doctor... but, but," she almost teared up, "I feel so strange, so- so empty, it almost, almost feels worse than before!" she sobbed a little, "like I came close to a breakthrough- but-" she whined. "Doctor, please! Help me!"
You hummed. "This is an emergency case. I will have to go all the way in," you said. "Are you prepared for this?"
She nodded. "Please, finish me off, Doctor, complete my treatment!"
You gave her a solemn nod, and immediately stood back up, undid your belt, pulled down your fly, and unbuttoned the front of your pants. You then let them drop with a metallic clinking noise. You swallowed, shaking a little, as you stroked your cock a little. "Back up some," you said.
She nodded, climbing fully onto the bed. Before she went too far, you grabbed the backs of her knees, and pulled her legs up, making them rest on your shoulders, around your neck and head. You breathed heavily, then pushed her legs until she was doubled over.
You absolutely had to do this, you had to get this angle, you had to get the sight of this woman's thighs and ass, crowning her cute pussy, burned into your mind. Meaty, thick, lovely, fair, smooth, soft, firm, yet pliable, your hands toyed with her thigh meat, pressing down on them, watching as they bounced back to their regular shape.
Swallowing, you focused on her cute, drooling, puffy pussy. Even her clit was out now, showing up to play as well. One of your hands on her thighs held her in place, the other traveled to her cunny, starting to rub and tickle her clit, as you lined yourself up with her vagina, past her lips, spreading them with your glans as you began working your way in.
Ringo gasped, looking up at you, with a face of strangely complete trust. "Doctor, please... help me get better!"
Deciding that you would, indeed, give this woman a helping, you pushed your way in, slowly, inexorably, implacably, but softly, paying careful attention to her reactions. Not that you needed to, as she appeared to be in utter and absolute ecstasy, eggs shaking in the air.
Soon enough, you were fully hilted in the wet, warm and velvety grip of her inner walls, your body desperately shaking as you tried to keep yourself from succumbing to the inner savage and pounding her into the mattress.
Her eyes focused on yours, and she pleaded with wet eyes, "doctor, don't stop!"
You groaned, pulled back with your hips, and then, aided by gravity and uncontainable lust, you pounded all the way down, the slap of skin on skin as you crashed into her thick and lovely thighs, the feeling of you and her crashing together and becoming one flooding your brain, and evaporating all thought and reason.
Strongly, powerfully, with little and no care for anything but the thought of fulfilling this woman's desire, of taking everything from her and giving her even more, you pounded her into the mattress, growling and roaring and moaning and groaning your arousal for all to hear, joining her own screams and moans and incoherent yells in a chorus, a symphony of lewdness when joined by the creaking bedsprings and the slapping sound of your rough, bestial mating dance.
You lost yourself, giving her more and more of everything you had, your voices reaching a crescendo after mere minutes of your frenzied fucking.
"D-Doctor, doctor, doctor, I've- I've never felt like this, never, never ever," she moaned out loud, "it's so warm, so hot, I can- I can barely think, my mind is going blank, I feel like I'm melting! You're messing me up, you're breaking me apart, every thrust feels like you're turning my brain to soup!"
You groaned. "You- have never-" one of your eyes was closed, your face screwed up in concentration, "been- fucked- properly-!" you bit out, interrupting yourself with powerful strokes into her depths, thrusting as far as you could, gouging out her greedy insides and forcing yourself in and out, despite her pussy's attempts at keeping you within.
"I- I feel something strange, Doctor!" she moaned, "it feels, I'm- I'm- I'm gonna, I feel like I'm gonna pee, doctor, I can't- it's coming, I can't, can't hold it~!"
You grinned. "Just let it go, Ringo, you're cumming, that's an orgasm, just let your body have the satisfaction it dearly deserves! Let it go, and cum with me!"
Grabbing all your remaining energy, and putting together everything you had, you set everything you had to a final sprint, increasing the speed of your thrusts significantly, angling yourself to strike at her sensitive spots, your dickhead rubbing against her walls in just the right way.
All your muscles were clenched, your jaw so hard you thought you might crack your teeth, and then it happened.
Her pussy first fluttered, then it went crazy, convulsing around your cock, as her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened in at first a silent scream, but then a long wail of unrestrained pleasure.
With your job done, you allowed your muscles to relax, and closed your eyes, the overwhelming pleasure you were barely holding back bursting through like a river through a broken dam, as your balls contracted and your cock felt like it was pouring molten magma right into her pussy.
The first cumshot that hit her insides caused her eyes to widen and seemingly triggered a second simultaneous orgasm in her, from how it apparently made her go crazy, and the walls constricting all at once made your cum come out with even more strength and speed, as her pussy felt like it was milking you of your semen.
Your orgasm continued far longer than you expected it to, the feeling carrying until you had poured the last bits of cum down her greedy pussy, and when you finished, both of you were panting for breath.
It took minutes, before either of you was recovered enough for either to speak, even as you both laid down on the bed, her curled up a little, and you with your back against the wall the bed was set against.
"I... I feel like a whole new woman," Ringo said, sighing. "It's... it's amazing, Doctor, you made me feel so good, way better than the chiropractor ever could," she said.
"All in a day's work," you boasted, feeling quite fulfilled and happy yourself.
"I'll definitely be telling all my friends about this," she said. "You really are a miracle worker, doctor."
Your eyes widened.
She was gonna do what?
Ringo took a few moments, but then got off the bed, and immediately went to the chair that contained her clothes. She turned back to you, apparently heedless of the cum dripping down her wonderful thighs, running down her legs. She offered you a smile. "I'll also be leaving you a little bit of a tip, for keeping on despite me doubting you. I certainly hope you'll help me again, if I ever find myself a woman in need!"
You chuckled, but inside you were worried.
"A-Ah, sure?" you said. "W-Whatever, whenever, you need," you said, giving her a shaky thumbs up.
She smiled as she began to dress.
Well... at least... at least it worked? You... definitely needed to do a TON more research, though! As Ringo got dressed, you went to your desk and started typing down your notes, as fast as you could...
