Steve Q. pushed open the door to the discreet clinic tucked away on the edge of town, his body aching from weeks of unexplained fatigue. At thirty-five, he felt like he’d aged a decade—no energy, constant tension in his muscles, and a nagging sense that something vital was missing. His doctor had suggested alternative therapies, leading him here to Klara Devine, a specialist in what she called ‘boob medicine.’ Skeptical but desperate, Steve wore his simple white t-shirt and white cotton shorts, the fabric loose against his skin as he stepped into the softly lit waiting room.
A receptionist waved him through to the examination room, where the air hummed with a faint scent of lavender and something earthier, more primal. Klara Devine stood waiting, her presence commanding the space. The brunette beauty was a vision in a black latex miniskirt that clung to her wide hips and accentuated her big ass, the material shiny and taut. Her blouse hung wide open, revealing a green bra that strained against her massive big tits, the lace edges peeking out like an invitation. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and full lips curved in a knowing smile.
“Welcome, Steve,” Klara said, her voice smooth and authoritative, like a therapist mixed with a seductress. “I’m Dr. Devine. I understand you’re dealing with low energy and physical strain. We’ll get to the bottom of that today.” She gestured to the padded examination table, her movements fluid, causing her big tits to shift enticingly within the bra.
Steve nodded, sitting on the edge of the table, his eyes drawn despite himself to the way her latex skirt rode up her thighs. “Yeah, doc. I just… I feel drained all the time. Like I can’t keep up.”
Klara stepped closer, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. “That’s where boob medicine comes in. My body—specifically these—holds restorative energy that can transfer directly to you through intimate contact. It’s unconventional, but effective. Trust the process.” She unbuttoned the last of her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders. With a deliberate tug, she lowered the green bra, her big tits spilling free. They were full and heavy, nipples already hardening in the cool air, surrounded by smooth, pale skin that begged to be touched.
Steve’s breath caught, his white cotton shorts tenting slightly as blood rushed south. “Whoa, uh… okay.”
“Start by sucking my nipples,” Klara instructed, cupping her big tits and lifting them toward his face. “This accelerates the healing flow from my breasts to your system. Open wide.”
Hesitant at first, Steve leaned in, his lips brushing the soft peak. The taste of her skin—warm, slightly salty—ignited something in him. He latched on, sucking vigorously, his tongue swirling around the nipple. Klara moaned softly, her hand cradling the back of his head. “That’s it. Draw it in deep. Feel the energy surging?”
He switched to the other side, tit-sucking with growing enthusiasm. Her big tits filled his mouth, the flesh yielding under his teeth as he nipped gently. Klara’s responses were immediate—her breathing quickened, a flush creeping up her neck. “Good patient,” she murmured. “Your color is improving already.”
After several minutes of intense boob play, Klara pulled back slightly, her nipples glistening from his saliva. She placed two fingers on his wrist, but her other hand drifted lower, palming the bulge in his shorts. “Now, checking your pulse here,” she said, squeezing his hardening cock through the fabric. Steve groaned, the touch electric. His big white cock throbbed under her grip, straining against the cotton.
“Strong response,” Klara noted, her eyes darkening with desire. “Time to deepen the treatment.” She knelt before him, her big ass flexing in the latex skirt as she tugged his shorts down. His big white cock sprang out, thick and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum. Klara licked her lips, the brunette locks falling forward as she leaned in.
Without preamble, she took him into her mouth for a blowjob, lips stretching around the girth. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, sliding up and down in long, wet strokes. Steve’s hands fisted the table’s edge, watching her head bob, the suction pulling moans from his throat. She licked his balls next, sucking one into her mouth while her hand wrapped around the base for a handjob, pumping steadily.
“Fuck, doc… that feels incredible,” Steve gasped, his energy levels spiking as if her mouth were a battery recharge.
Klara hummed around his big white cock, the vibration sending shocks through him. She pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting them. “Healing saliva,” she explained with a wink, before diving back in, deep-throating him until her nose brushed his abdomen. Her free hand roamed to her own body, slipping under the latex skirt to touch her growing wetness.
Rising slowly, Klara held her big tits in an offering pose, pressing them together. “Now, tit-fuck me. Slide that big white cock between them to absorb more energy.” Steve stood, his t-shirt clinging to his chest with sweat. He positioned himself, thrusting into the warm valley of her cleavage. Her skin was silky, the pressure tight as she squeezed her big tits around him.
He pumped steadily, the head of his cock emerging at the top for her to lick each time. Klara’s eye contact was intense, her sexy talk flowing. “That’s right, fuck my big tits. Feel them healing you, making you strong again.” Steve’s hips snapped faster, the friction building heat, his balls tightening.
But Klara wanted reciprocity. “Lie back,” she commanded, pushing him onto the table. She hiked up her latex skirt, revealing no panties—just her shaved pussy, already glistening. Straddling his face reverse, her big ass hovered above him. “Eat my pussy now. This mutual exchange completes the circuit.”
Steve gripped her thighs, pulling her down. His tongue delved into her folds, lapping at the sweet juices. Klara ground against his mouth, her big tits swaying as she rode his face. He sucked her clit, flicking it rapidly while his hands kneaded her big ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the room, her brunette hair whipping as she tossed her head.
“Yes, tongue-fuck me deeper,” she urged, her pussy clenching around his probing tongue. Steve alternated between broad licks and focused suction on her clit, tasting her arousal. Her big ass cheeks quivered under his palms, the latex skirt bunching at her waist.
After bringing her to the edge, Klara dismounted, breathless. “Ready for penetration therapy.” She bent over the examination table, her big tits dangling like pendulums, nipples grazing the padded surface. Her big ass arched high, pussy exposed and dripping.
Steve stepped behind her, rubbing his big white cock along her slit. With one thrust, he entered her in doggy style, the tightness gripping him like a vice. “Oh god,” he grunted, hands on her hips as he started pounding. Klara pushed back, meeting his rhythm, her moans syncing with the slap of skin.
He reached around for more boob play, squeezing her swinging big tits, pinching the nipples. The angle let him hit deep, her pussy walls fluttering. “Harder, Steve. Pound this healing pussy,” she demanded, her voice husky.
They fucked like that for what felt like ages, sweat slicking their bodies. Steve’s white t-shirt was discarded sometime during the frenzy, leaving him fully exposed. Klara’s green bra lay forgotten on the floor, her blouse a crumpled heap.
Shifting positions, Klara lay on her back on the table for missionary. Legs spread wide, she guided his big white cock back inside for intercourse. Steve drove in slow at first, savoring the view—her big tits bouncing with each thrust, her brunette face contorted in pleasure. He leaned down for tit-sucking, latching onto a nipple while his hips pistoned.
“Suck them while you fuck me,” Klara gasped, her hands in his hair. Her pussy energized him further, vitality flooding his veins. He alternated thrusts with grinding, his thumb finding her clit to rub in circles.
But she craved more control. Sitting up, Klara pushed him onto his back. “Handjob infusion now,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his slick shaft. She stroked firmly, twisting at the head, her other hand massaging his balls. Pre-cum leaked freely, her pace building as she whispered encouragements. “Feel that? Your energy returning with every pump.”
Steve’s hips bucked into her grip, the sensation overwhelming. Klara leaned in, combining the handjob with a teasing blowjob, sucking just the tip while her hand worked the length. Saliva dripped down, making everything slippery.
Not done, she resumed pussy-eating on him this time—no, wait, she positioned herself for more oral reciprocity, but instead climbed atop for cowgirl intercourse. Her big ass slapped against his thighs as she rode, big tits jiggling wildly. Steve’s hands roamed, one on her big ass, the other tweaking a nipple in continued boob play.
“Your big white cock is filling me so good,” Klara panted, grinding down hard. She came first, her pussy spasming around him, juices flooding out. The sight pushed Steve closer, but he held back, flipping her for another round of doggy style.
From behind, he fucked her relentlessly, watching her big ass ripple with impacts. One hand spanked the cheek, the other reached for tit-sucking—awkward but fervent, twisting to capture a nipple. Klara’s sexy talk spurred him: “Deeper, heal inside me too.”
They transitioned to sideways spooning on the table, his big white cock sliding in at an intimate angle. Missionary followed again, legs over his shoulders, allowing deeper penetration. Intercourse blurred into a marathon, positions blending—tit-fucking interspersed with handjobs, blowjobs leading back to pussy-eating.
Klara knelt for another tit-fucking session, her big tits enveloping him fully. “Cum soon,” she urged, her tongue darting out. But Steve pulled her up for final missionary, pounding with renewed vigor. Her big ass lifted off the table with each thrust, her brunette curls splayed like a halo.
“I’m close,” he warned, his big white cock swelling.
“On my tits,” Klara commanded, scooting down. She pressed her big tits together, offering the target. Steve jerked himself furiously, a handjob finale under her guidance. With a roar, he erupted, ropes of cum splattering across her chest in a massive cum on tits release. Thick streams coated her big tits, dripping down the curves.
Klara smiled, scooping some up to taste. “Quick recovery indeed. Schedule another session soon—your energy needs maintenance.” Steve lay spent, feeling reborn, the clinic’s air thick with satisfaction.
As they caught their breath, Klara’s hands wandered again, tracing his chest. “Residual treatment,” she murmured, starting a gentle handjob to coax any last drops. His big white cock twitched back to life under her touch, but she focused on aftercare—soft boob play, letting him nuzzle her cum-streaked tits.
They dressed slowly, the latex skirt snapping back into place, her green bra refastened loosely. Steve’s white t-shirt and shorts felt foreign now, his body humming with vitality. “Thanks, doc. I feel… normal again. Better than normal.”
Klara winked, her big ass swaying as she walked him out. “Boob medicine works wonders. Come back when you need a boost.” The door clicked shut, leaving Steve energized for the world outside.
