Meeting with Susan Lee

The next morning.

Mrs. Lee looked flustered as she stepped into the consultation room. Over her shoulder, your assistant Christine gives you a sly wink before returning to her station out front.

You stand and extend your hand. “Please,” you say after a quick shake, “have a seat.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” She gives your hand a quick shake before getting seated. She fidgets a bit.

“Is everything alright? You look a bit...”

“Yes, Doctor.” Her response came a little too quickly, and her voice carries a slight edge that wasn't there in your first meeting. She catches herself and lets out a sigh.

You wait for her to continue.

“I’m sorry,” she says with an embarrassed look. “It's just...the traffic was really bad this morning.”

You give her your best reassuring smile. “Well, how about we just get started?”

She nods and gives you a weak smile. Her full cheeks gives her a very innocent and youthful appearance. You can’t wait to see what those cheeks look like bulging with cock.

Just like you did with Mr. Lee, you spend a little bit of time going over the answers she provided on her questionnaire. When that’s over, you give a short, cursory nod.

“Very good,” you say. It’s not a response to anything Susan Lee has said, or even to anything you’d just been looking at in your notes. But it seemed to put her just a little bit at ease.

You make note of the way her shoulders loosen (even though it’s just a tiny bit) as some tension leaves her body. You take a moment to enjoy the shape of her neck as it leads down past her shoulders to her clavicle. For just a brief moment, you let your eyes linger on her bust line. Her tits are nice and full, larger than you’re used to seeing on a gook. They’ll certainly be more fun to play around with than that flat bitch Gwen Park’s little titties, that’s for sure. You can’t wait to hear the sound they make when you start slapping them around.

You move your gaze back up to her eyes before she notices. No good spooking her just yet.

“Doctor…” Mrs. Lee has an uncertain look on her face, and for a second you think that maybe you had let your gaze linger too long. “Do you really think you can help us?”

“Oh yes.” You nod slowly, giving the illusion of being deep in thought. “I am quite certain I can help you. My treatments haven’t failed yet. I guarantee, you will get pregnant, one way or another.”

“Oh!”

You hold her gaze and ask, “that’s what you want? Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes. Yes, Doctor, of course.”

“You were referred by…Gwen Park.”

She nods.

“How much did she share about the treatment process?”

Mrs. Lee pauses a moment before answering. “She didn’t really go into specifics. She did say they were really uncomfortable in the beginning. But she learned to really enjoy them, and even began to look forward to each session. And obviously the treatments were very effective!”

“Oh yes, she’s due quite soon, isn’t she. But yes, my treatments are very effective. They always work.” You give her another smile. “Now then, let’s see…I am going to ask you a series of questions. I do have to apologize in advance, but you will find many of these to be uncomfortable. Embarrassing, even.”

“Oh, I see…”

“However, I assure you the are very important to the process. The reason my treatments are so effective is that I am able to tailor them perfectly and specifically to each individual patient.”

Susan nods.

“We will begin with a few questions about your sexual history.”

She nods again, but she’s clearly apprehensive. Any moron would be able to see it from the look on her face.

You pretend to consult something on your tablet. “Your husband—Alan—was he your first sexual partner?”

Her face turns bright red. “Oh, um, n-no. No, he wasn’t.”

“I see. How many previous sexual partners have you had?”

“T-two,” she stammers softly before quickly backtracking. “No wait, I mean uh, one. Just one before Alan.”

“Are you sure?”

Mrs. Lee lets out a nervous laugh. “My first boyfriend, James…uh, well he showed me his…”

“His cock?”

She squeezes her eyes shut, clearly too embarrassed to keep eye contact. “Yes. He showed me his…penis.”

“So that’s all, then? No actual sex with James?”

Susan shakes her head.

“Why not?”

She takes a deep breath before answering. “I guess I was afraid. I had never seen one before, and I was just shocked. It was so…big.” Her eyes flick open at mention of this ‘James’ guy’s size.

“Oh?” You were caught a bit by surprise. Hopefully it didn’t show. “So that’s all? You just looked at his cock?”

“I…felt it. He wanted me to play with it. But I just couldn’t. I rubbed my fingers against it but I was too afraid to go any further. So I guess I always think of that as my first ‘experience’ even though we didn’t actually have sex.”

“I see. Tell me about your first partner then.”

“His name was Kenneth. We met on campus during my last year of college. This was a couple of years after James.”

You pretend to make some notes before turning your attention back to Susan. “What were their ethnicities? I’m guessing James was not Asian? What about Kenneth?”

Mrs. Lee blinked in surprise. “Oh, how did you… Umm… no, James wasn’t Asian. He was White. Italian and German, I think. Kenneth was Chinese.”

“You mentioned thinking that his cock was big. How big? Show me.”

After a moment of confusion, Susan understands what you’re asking. She holds her pointer fingers up. They move slowly closer, then further apart again. Finally they come to a stop, just a little under six inches apart.

That’s what she thinks of as big? Well, no wonder if the only other dicks she’s seen were Asian. Poor girl. Poor girl. Well, you'll be teaching her what ‘big’ really is soon enough.

“I see. And how big would you say Kenneth was?”

Susan moves her fingers closer together, about three or four inches apart.

“And your husband?”

She hesitates, but you encourage her with a nod. She moves her fingers even closer together, until they’re just a little over two inches apart, and you can’t help but wonder if Alan told her about being measured in this very room.

Somehow you resist the urge to break into laughter or even so much as smirk in amusement. You just nod and pretend to consult your notes again.

“OK, Mrs. Lee,” you say as you look up from your tablet. “Please stand.”

She gets to her feet as instructed.

“Good. Now, for this next part I will need you to disrobe.”