Sitting late at night

Your head throbs with

A pleasurable pain.

You’ve already tried

Soothing your head

But the throbbing still remains.

You’ve pumped and stroked

And still nothing has done the trick.

Yeah, baby you know what’s up.

You need to call the head doctor

To handle that stick.

The doctor comes quickly

To deliver you pleasure

Fingers playing over your cock

Examining your measure.

Preliminary kisses

Her tongue swirling slowly

Full lips following in trace

She strokes up and down

Tasting you, sucking you,

Assessing your case.

Flickering her tongue over the tip

She evokes soft groans.

Flickers turn to soft licks

And you release noisy moans.

Feeling her lips wrap around you

Hits the right sexual note

Your eyes roll backwards when you realize

Your head grazed the back of her throat.

Sucking at your shaft

Her pace starts to quicken

Making you hold on to her head

While in her mouth you thicken.

Looking up at you desire flashes

In her beautiful brown eyes.

And you can’t look away

Loving every minute

Of the oral sex she supplies.

She gives you good strokes

And falls back to her knees

Awaiting you to stand, she says,

“Fuck my mouth, please.”

In and out of her warm, wet mouth

The pressure increases as she suckles.

And when she moans and slurps on your hard dick

Your knees begin to buckle.

Taking over she sets you back in your chair

Bobbing up and down to the shaft so hard

You bury your hands in her hair.

She creates an explosive situation

As you cave to your needs

To your shock the strokes get better and wetter

Giving you sexual gratification.

Watching her work

Is visually hypnotic

As she brings you to your release

The experience is insanely erotic.

The head doctor has indeed

Been your sensual antibiotic.