The Horny Doctor

Tom had enough time to think. He had, to put it simply, followed his cock, threw himself into adventure with all his might and crashed. He had thrown his studies, all his efforts to become and to be a doctor, into the trash can. He was still a physician, he was still a doctor, but after the court verdict they would take both away from him. He leaned against the concrete wall of the prison cell and closed his eyes.

Tom had spent his last internship in the clinic for artificial insemination, it was the most exciting experience of his life. They inspected pussies, nothing but pussies, and questioned young women about their most intimate secrets. No, gynecology was not for him, they butchered women's intimate parts, horrible! The theoretical part of artificial insemination was a must, which he accepted as well as the laboratory work. Interviewing the women, the practical work with their pussies was his thing. He would offer his soul to the devil for that.

It was clear to him from the start that he needed a close confidante. Someone who would support his crime and go along with everything. It was Sister Angelika who he chose. Like him, she was secretly a criminal, and Tom took advantage of that. Angelika was a lesbian and swam like a pike in a carp pond full of vulnerable women. He invited Angelika to dinner.

She didn't have to explain to him that she was a lesbian. Yes, she had fucked in her youth, she was experienced at it, even if it was only with one man. Her father had deflowered her when she was 13 and fucked her every day until she left home and became a nurse. She discovered there that she was a lesbian. Tom was very clever at winning her over. Yes, she finally agreed, she would fuck him if he accepted her as she was, a true lesbian.

He fucked Angelika every day, sometimes even twice. She was pretty to look at, she had beautiful small breasts, her pubic hair was shaved and when he parted her labia with his fingers he could see her clit, which was red from all the masturbation. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, she only masturbated when she really needed to and didn't think about whether her clit was red afterwards or not. As agreed, she let him fuck her whenever he needed it. She turned her head away and didn't let him kiss her at first. She admitted that for her it was indifferent just like fucking her father. She had a very pleasant and tight vagina, over time she lost her inhibitions and because she was particularly sexually aroused when being fucked, she masturbated to orgasm at the end of the fuck. She let him fuck her as often as he could, which was usually only once in 24 hours, Tom needed a day to recover. He had long since accepted that he could only ejaculate once and that his cock was only medium‐sized. "It's much bigger and firmer than my father's," Angelika stated matter‐of‐factly, "it also excites me much more sexually, I sometimes have an orgasm, which I never had with him!" He, in turn, made it possible for Angelika to fuck the patients she chose and who wanted it. This mutual partnership had been going well for some months now. He had a good girl to fuck every day and with his support, Angelika was able to approach the most desirable women.

Tom interviewed all the women and eliminated the unattainable ones. Those who interested him had to be simple in mind, gullible and easily to be influenced and that they would do anything to finally have a child. Tom had a nice strategy in mind. Angelika stripped the woman naked and spread her labia and cunthole with her fingers. He touched and explored the pussy, the cunthole and the clit, as an appetizer, so to speak. He absolutely needed fresh semen from the husband. He watched the couple through a mirrored window. The majority of the couples fucked in the plain unpleasant room, she held the cup and let him squirt into it. The second largest group were couples who sat opposite each other and watched each other masturbate. Only a small number of women gave their husbands a handjob. Tom always watched them fucking because it really turned him on and Angelika smiled because he was afterwards about to fuck her like a wild animal. He was so easy to see through, thought Angelika.

Angelika hung on his every word like the patient when he explained the procedure. A French scientist had discovered how to get the husband's usually tired semen to the egg with the help of an assistant semen. The husband's semen was coated in a protective chemical substance, the semen was injected into the womans cunthole and then the assistant squirted his fresh, youthful semen over it. The fresh sperm took the older sperm piggyback and transported it to the egg. The secretions that the woman released during orgasm and the protective shell gave the husband's sperm the necessary push to the egg. It was therefore necessary for the patient to have an orgasm, or better yet, several, that was absolutely necessary.

He knew from the intensive intimate interviews which of the women masturbated. Less than half, perhaps 35 to 40 percent, masturbated daily. A roughly equal number masturbated less, once a month or less often. And about 20 percent did not masturbate at all, never. Honestly. That was his personal statistic and he found it very surprising. The first two groups were supposed to masturbate more often, at least once a day before the treatment. Most of them and the last group were able to take advantage of Angelika's help, she took great pleasure in masturbating girls.

Tom treated hundreds of women in this way. Angelika had the woman lie naked on the treatment table, she spread the cunthole with her gloved fingers and Tom injected a milliliter of the husband's semen into the cunthole. Then he had several milliliters of the Frenchman's mysterious tincture dripped into the hole. Even Angelika did not know that it was just water with a few drops of red food coloring. Some women were already masturbating or Angelika was happily rubbing her clits. To get the vaginal secretion flowing. Now came the decisive act.

Tom dropped his trousers. Most of the women turned their faces away, they looked to the side, because they had been faithful to their husbands and had not fucked anyone else since marriage. Some, and these were the not so faithful wives, masturbated wildly and looked at Tom's stiff cock, licking their lips. He penetrated considerately and watched their faces. Most of the faithful wives had a tear running down their cheeks, some were crying. The unfaithful ones closed their eyes and sighed, finally a real cock again! He fucked slowly, carefully and with great pleasure. He looked at the distorted faces of the women who were rubbing their clit with all their might for the sake of it or just for pleasure. He nodded encouragingly at Angelika, telling her to rub the patient from orgasm to orgasm, which she did without stopping.

He took a seconds long break when the woman had an orgasm and then continued to fuck. He increased the pace and reached the finishing straight, he reared up and squirted everything in, knowing full well that the woman was in her fertile period. He squirted load after load, because that was the decisive moment.

He repeated the procedure at least 3 times, usually 5 or 6 times. But he would only know in 10 days whether she had become pregnant. The department's success rate rose to 75 percent, a dream figure. He alone knew that the whole fuss was pure charlatanry. The only important thing was to fuck the women at the decisive time, when the chances of success were highest. Most of the women who came to the clinic were healthy and could conceive naturally. Most of the time it was the man's failure, who of course couldn't do anything about it. It didn't matter to Tom whether it was his or her husband's semen. The 25 percent of patients who didn't get pregnant came always back.

Tom fucked Angelika when there was no treatment and he liked to praise her dexterity when masturbating the patients. She was also quite happy because she really enjoyed masturbating other women and girls. These weren't old bastards, but young girls who came to the clinic. Tom's world knew no beautiful, pretty or ugly women. He reduced them to their pussies and the intimate secrets they told him in interviews. Even Angelika, who was so emotional and sensitive in her lesbian affairs, reduced the patients to their clits. She had never imagined that she would only see a clit and judge whether she needed to be masturbated gently, vigorously, relaxingly or wildly.

Word of mouth did its part, so that the clinic was running at full speed and poor Tom now had two girls to fuck a day. He continued the charlatanry undeterred, fucking girl after girl, although he soon needed some cocaine to endure the exertion.

He had been carrying out the treatments for 3 years, assisted by Angelika, who he no longer had to fuck so often. He had impregnated hundreds of women and there were no real or serious complaints. Yes, there were a lot of women who just couldn't get pregnant. He did the third round of treatments for free, but it didn't help once.

There was a patient who had an incredibly jealous husband. Tom had watched the couple fucking behind the mirror window, the man was really an asshole. Just as Tom was about to start the actual treatment, the jealous man was standing in the treatment room, saying that he was the only one who was allowed to fuck his wife, no one else, Full Stop. And the man actually fucked his wife, on three days, then they left. She was back after 2 months, without her husband knowing. Tom fucked her on 10 days, she loved him fucking more than with her husband. She got pregnant and filed for divorce.

There was the rich patient who came a total of 10 times before she became pregnant. She said with a smile that Tom was actually her lover, because she hardly ever fucked her husband anymore. Before the treatment, she let Angelika masturbate her endlessly, even though she usually did it herself. But if it was offered as a service, yes, please! Angelika also masturbated her while Tom fucked her. After the 10th treatment, she finally became pregnant. "I would never have believed it," she said later, "I always assumed it was just hocuspocus!" She came very close to the truth.

The husband of one of the last patients took him to court. The French scientist's website turned out to be fake, but it could not be proven that Tom had made the website. And he stuck strictly to the texts the "Frenchman" had published there. The judge ordered paternity tests for 10 randomly selected children. Tom was the father of all of them. He had almost got through it lightly when the medical association and the clinic got involved. Tom was now accused of quackery and unethical behavior, because doctors were not allowed to fuck patients, that was written in black and white. Tom was only 27, had been a doctor for 4 years and would drive a taxi in the future. He buried his head in his hands in despair.

He had been alone in the two‐man cell until now, but now he had a cellmate. He called himself Shri Ananda Awperitama, he was the founder and head of his own sect. He spoke fluently in the local dialect and not a word of Indian. That was strange. And he only had contact with his teacher and spiritual leader by email. He was very strange, this Tobias Niehuber, as he was known in real life. For the first week they only talked about superficial things, only then did they tell each other their life stories. Tom was the first to tell his story and Shri slapped his thighs, laughing with delight. He was particularly pleased that Tom had earned a small fortune. "Fucking is all well and good, but making money from it is divine!" exclaimed the holy man. He was confident that Tom could get off lightly. Maybe even stay a physician and a doctor too. Tom did not share his enthusiasm, but it was a little bit liberating. Then Shri told his story.

I was married to the same woman for almost 20 years, we had a sweet little daughter Lena and the usual friction that you would expect after 20 years. My wife had slipped away from me, she was whoring around and kept a close eye on me to make sure I didn't even think about cheating. So far, so good. I didn't have time to cheat anyway, I had enough to do fighting for my job and I was losing. I was unemployed, had hardly any money and a wife who happily cheated. She siphoned enough money from her lovers to provide for the three of us well.

Sometimes I had to give her the bedroom when she invited a particularly rich guy to fuck her. I was tired of following the merry goings‐on from the hallway. I went up to the children's room. I must have stood there like an ox in front of the barn door. Lena stopped masturbating and hissed at me, "Come in and close the door!" which I did. Lena was satisfied and continued masturbating. I sat down at the end of the bed and watched her. She masturbated for a long time, her finger on her clit gradually rotated faster and she had a nice orgasm. She sat up and asked why I had come. I said, "Mom needs the bedroom." She laughed rather strangely. "So she has someone important here to fuck! She has to fuck the rich and famous here, she can't go to a hotel with them!" and she laughed her ass off. I asked her how long she had been masturbating, as she was only 14, or almost 14. She smiled like a sphinx. "I was 6 or 7 when I caught Mom masturbating. She didn't make a drama, she just kept masturbating until she had finished with her orgasm. Then she showed me how I could do it too. There was nothing bad, she said, it was something completely natural. Since then I have done it twice every evening." I just nodded, what could I say? I asked, "Are you already fucking boys?" Lena shook her head, "No!" and then said she allowed her older boyfriends to penetrate her vaginal vestibule up to her hymen. Then she masturbated the boy until he squirted. And her hymen was intact, she assured seriously. Then she said that she had told the boys that if someone gifted her an iPhone for her 14th birthday, she would give him her virginity, okay? I was stunned. "I think about that like Mom," Lena said quietly, "being in love may be nice, but it would be nonsense to let yourself be fucked for free!" She was quite restless and threw her nightgown on the floor. "I do it twice a night, Dad! If you want to stay seated, I don't care." I looked at her like the second ox in front of the barn door. She smiled and lay down. I turned and looked directly into her pussyhole as she masturbated. This time, too, it took her a long time, but the orgasm at the end was very strong. She immediately turned to the side and whispered, "Good night, Dad!" I stroked her sweaty hair and kissed her forehead. I have to say, I love Lena very much!

Two days later, after dinner, I put a gift box in front of Lena. My wife looked very keen, because she didn't know anything about it. Lena opened it, it was an iPhone of course. She jumped at my neck and showered me with kisses. She looked at me for a long time. "Tonight?" and I nodded. She had installed the thing in no time and immediately called her best friends. I don't know if they knew what this iPhone was connected to. After that, Lena went up to her room and I told my wife that she didn't have to wait for me today, I was sleeping upstairs in the children's room. I don't know if she suspected it then, as I said, my wife and I were rather at odds back then. I went up to Lena.

She was lying naked in bed, perfumed like a dock whore. I took off my clothes and lay down next to her. "Do you know everything?" I asked and she grinned, slightly offended. "Daddy, I'm one of the last virgins in the class, I've heard it a hundred times, how it happens and how it works!" We lay next to each other in silence. "It's actually weird. Only a handful have been deflowered by a classmate, most by their father, like me now. The own father! It's really weird!"

I laid her down. She lifted her legs, bent them and waited, smiling. "Do it quickly, then it won't hurt as much!" I nodded and quickly pushed into her hole. Neither of us felt the hymen tear and looked at each other in surprise. But no matter, I fucked Lena to the best of my ability, I hadn't fucked my wife for days and was accordingly starved. We fucked for an endless amount of time, she whispered in my ear, "Daddy, you can squirt inside there without worry, I'll take good care of it!" She was so good to fuck, the inside of her pussy was silky smooth and she had intuitively understood how to adjust her pace to mine. She made me squirt with gentle force when she reached the peak of her excitement. No, she didn't have an orgasm while fucking, she did that orgasming like she always did before falling asleep.

They were the best 7 years of my life. We fucked 20 days a month and the remaining 10 I slept with my wife, who couldn't leave me alone. We fucked each other like wild animals, hateful and lovingly. She asked only once, "Are you fucking her?" but I didn't answer. At the end of the 7 years, when Lena was 21 and left home to study, my wife looked me in the eyes. "I know, you fucked her all those years, every night!" She got divorced and I was left alone. I pondered because I desperately needed money.

So I reinvented myself, I became an Indian religious leader. After just two months I had found more than 10 women who wanted to hear the word of God from me, rejected the strict sexual prohibitions of Christians and paid their monthly membership fee. The group became larger. I took the word of God from various Bible texts. The strict sexual commandments did not apply, I said. We sat in a circle, wearing only a damn thin white tunic on our naked flesh which showed everything and hid nothing, reading the Word of God and listening to each other, because each woman had some sexual problem or a question or a fantasy that they were blabbing about. I limited the time to three hours, because now the Great Union followed. We took off the tunic, were as naked as God had created us. I lay down alone in the circle and fucked one or more of the women, depending on how strong I was at the time. Those out in the circle could now participate and masturbate. 10, 20, 50, 100 women masturbated at the same time and I fucked the chosen one in the middle. Since it was more pleasing to God, one masturbated the other, only a few masturbated alone. There were a few men who got a hand job or a blowjob, but they soon stopped because I didn't allow them to fuck too. Each of them violated the prohibition, they were not hindered to fuck as long as they wanted, but after that they were banished.

I always chose one that I liked sexually. Age wasn't really a criterion, sexual charisma and attraction was. These women were looking for physical union with a God and I, as his secular representative, gave them the divine union. They were all far too old to think about contraception. Later, when many brought their daughters or daughters‐in‐law with them, I reminded them of this responsibility. It was a great temptation, all these young things! But I always tried to keep a balance here and not favor the young.

It lasted for almost 15 years, there were about 150 women who followed my path and still follow me. The Great Union takes now place without me, the women read aloud, discuss sexual issues, sing and take off their tunics to satisfy each other at God's will. If I were a religious person, I would see a miracle here. But I don't believe all this crap, honestly, I just know the women pretty well. They want to hear beautiful, moving words, they want to talk about sexuality, sexual desires and their fantasies, precisely because now they can stutter and blush with girlish shame. And those who want to be fucked don't do it because of me, but because it allows them to turn up their noses at others and stick out their tongues. And which middle‐aged woman doesn't like to be masturbated by another like‐minded woman?

I was able to live like a prince on the membership fees. I could afford the best food, the finest wines and all that. I have a modest little yacht down in the harbor where I can prepare for the ceremony during the day and let myself be rocked on the sea. I lead a modest life, no private jet, no Rolls‐Royce, no expensive model. Nothing.

But I have enemies, even though I preach pure love, God's word and sexual community. I cannot say who these enemies are and why they are hostile. They have dragged me to court, accusing me of exploiting women and cheating them out of many millions. My accountant has disappeared without a trace and what she left behind is now in court. They will not find anything, I have only been given money so that she can be called to the center at the next union. I have been given money because the good woman inherited her extremely rich husband and did not know what to do with so much money. I have also collected millions in donations to give to poor children in Africa, but I have not set off yet. I really don't know why they're persecuting me like this, talking about theft, embezzlement and fraud. I'm grateful to the judge that I can go to the ceremony one day a week, because my believers need me! Watch the judge, Tom, watch the judge!

Tom asked Shri and asked him to tell him everything about the Great Union. Shri said he had never asked the women to do anything indecent, the only thing he wanted was normal, everyday sex. When he was already in the final stretch and about to cum, he called out to the group, "I'm about to cum!" and everyone stood still. He thrust and squirted, thrust and squirted until he was finished. He looked triumphantly around at the group, who murmured contentedly and happily and continued masturbating their neighbor.

The only men he insulted were those who let them give a handjob and a blowjob and then pounced on the poor, vulnerable women to fuck them wildly like uncouth lumberjacks. He couldn't allow the women, his women, to be degraded and humiliated like that! Discussions continued for many weeks, as some women wanted to fuck the men, but they were outvoted and kept quiet.

Tom and Shri were released one after the other. The judge — she happened to be one of Shri's enlightened circle — found both of them not guilty enough to be sentenced under a specific law. She admonished both of them to continue to live lawfully and then they were allowed to go.

Shri was greeted with cheers, trampling and applause. There was a huge party and a banquet that was unparalleled. Lena moved back in with him after her divorce, but she did not take part in the whole circus. She did his housework, as there was plenty of money there and he slept with her every night. A pinch of coke got him up again in the evening. She was the best at fucking, he always found, and when he said it in public, she blushed like a young girl. They never heard from Mama again; she had last worked in one of the port brothels and one day disappeared.

Tom went straight from the prison to Angelika, who had also lost her job, and lay down next to her. As far as Tom was concerned, there were months of fucking to catch up on. Angelika didn't need it, but she felt sorry for her admired doctor and let herself be fucked without saying a word and passively until dawn. The poor guy had a lot to catch up on and in the breaks they pondered a new project together.

Their new fertility clinic opened 4 months later.

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