Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic

Ann felt strange sitting in the waiting room of the Mercy Stop Smoking Clinic. “I’m just wasting my money,” she thought. “I can quit anytime.” But she knew that was a lie. She had quit countless times only to take up the habit again. Sometimes she lasted only a few days or weeks. Every time was a horrid experience that always ended in failure.

But one day she had found a flyer under the windshield wiper on her car. She had been shopping at Wal-Mart and while she was gone someone had left it. It seemed much too good to be true. The guarantees and testimonials were unbelievable. So later in the day, Ann called and made the appointment against her better judgement.

“Mrs. Christensen?” came the voice of the office Nurse. “You are Mrs. Christensen, right? Follow me please.” Ann stood and smoothed her skirt then followed the nurse through a door and down a brightly lit corridor. Stopping at an open door the nurse said, “In here please. The doctor will be right with you.”

“Thank you,” Ann stammered as she stepped into the room, the door closing behind her. The room was cheaply appointed but not gaudy. There was a worn leather sofa along one wall. Opposite was an old desk and chair that looked to be on their last legs. A coffee table sat in front of the sofa scattered with six-week-old magazines.

After a few moments the door opened and a short man walked into the room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Christensen. I’m Dr. Peterson.”

Ann stared at the little man for a moment then extended her hand. “Pleased to meet you doctor.” Dr. Peterson certainly was nothing to look at. He had a ruddy complexion. His clothes were shabby to say the least. And his hair was greasy and stuck down to his head. The “pop-bottle-bottom” glasses perched on his oversized nose seemed to fit the rest of his appearance. In a word, Dr. Peterson was a classic nerd.

Seating himself at his desk, the doctor picked up a chart, holding it very close to his face and peering through his thick glasses he assured himself this was Ann Christensen’s chart. The doctor took a bic pen from his pocket and made several notes.

“Now, Mrs. Christensen, can you tell me how long you have been smoking?”

“Since it was seventeen. Over twenty years.”

“I see. I see,” the doctor said scribbling another note on the chart. “And do you take any medications? Any at all?”

“No, doctor. None.”

“Good. Good. And how is your general health?”

“Just fine doctor. I have no problems…except for smoking.”

“Ok then. I think we can go ahead.” Digging in a desk drawer, the doctor pulled out a pill bottle. Opening the cap he dropped one red capsule into a paper pill cup. “Here. This is Nembutal. It will relax you. Take it right down,” he said handing her the pill cup and a paper cup of water from the carafe on his desk.

“You stretch out on the sofa and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The doctor opened the door and stepped into the corridor closing the door behind him.

Ann looked at the capsule then popped it in her mouth, washing it down with the water. Then stretching out on the sofa she closed her eyes and tried to relax. “Why am I here?” she thought again for the hundredth time. “This was a dumb idea. The doctor is a geek and this is not going to work anyway.” These and other similar thoughts crowded her mind…

Suddenly there was the doctor’s voice. “You can wake up now, Mrs. Christensen. How do you feel?”

“I feel just fine, doctor,” Ann said standing. Oddly, she noticed in a moment that she did feel fine. Not just fine but better than fine. She felt very well, in fact.

“But doctor, what about the treatment?”

“Why it’s over and I must say you did very well, Mrs. Christensen. Better even than I expected.”

“Oh, call me Ann, please doctor,” Ann said quickly not knowing quite why but warming to the doctor.

“Ok then… Ann. I’ll see you again next…Tuesday,” the doctor said consulting his book.

Ann walked out of the clinic and down the street feeling strangely wonderful. The sun seemed just a bit warmer, the trees a bit greener, the flowers maybe a bit more colorful. “And all because of that greasy little man,” Ann thought. “But he was nice and not all that bad really.”

On Tuesday Ann arrived early for her next treatment. The last week had been so nice. Everything seemed better. She found herself smoking much less; even the craving seemed to be leaving her. And most of all her anxiety about the treatment was completely gone.

The office nurse again showed Ann to a small consulting room and left her there alone to wait for the doctor. She picked up a dog-eared copy of Newsweek and began thumbing through it just as the doctor arrived.

“Ah, Mrs. Christensen… I mean Ann. How good to see you again.”

“Oh doctor, good morning,” Ann smiled.

The doctor sat at his desk and picked up Ann’s chart and peered at it through his heavy glasses for a moment. “And how was your week, Ann?”

“Oh it was a lovely week, doctor. Best week I’ve had in ages,” Ann answered truthfully.

“Oh good. Yes very good,” the doctor commented as he scribbled notes in the chart. Then, digging in his desk drawer he handed Ann another pink capsule in a pill cup with a paper cup of water. “Take this and drink it right down now. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Ann swallowed the capsule with water and lay back on the sofa. It felt so comfortable. This sofa seemed to mold itself to every curve and contour. “The pleasant surroundings and lovely couch are just perfect,” Ann thought closing her eyes.

“Wake up, Ann. Time to go,” the doctor was saying.

Ann opened her eyes. “Oh I must have dozed off. Are we done already, doctor?”

“Oh yes. We had quite a good session, Ann.”

Standing Ann made for the door as the doctor said, “Again next Tuesday, Ann. Same time. Ok?”

Ann nodded and turned to the door. As she opened it the doctor said, “Alexander Dumas.”

Ann smiled broadly at the doctor. “Tuesday then, doctor.”

Walking into the street Ann had the strangest sensations. If she had not known better she would have thought she was suddenly randy. Her nipples were noticeably hard and she felt a tingle between her legs. But, of course, that was silly. This was a thought she tried the rest of the day to put out of her mind, but for some reason the feelings would not leave her alone.

The following Tuesday Ann was happy to report to the doctor how she had not had a single cigarette all week. “It’s like the craving is completely gone, doctor,” she said happily. “I am so happy. You are just wonderful.”

“Well, it would seem Ann that you are doing quite well with the treatments. But I must tell you. If we should stop now you will likely be smoking again in just a few weeks,” the doctor cautioned.

The doctor handed the pill and water cups to Ann. She swallowed them without a word, stretched out on the sofa and closed her eyes.

“Ann, you are in a deep sleep, aren’t you?” the doctor, sitting next to her, asked ten minutes later.

“Yes doctor.”

“You understand the horrors of smoking, don’t you?”

“Yes doctor.”

“You understand we need to give you something else to obsess about don’t you, Ann?”

“Yes doctor.”

“Alexander Dumas.”

At the sound of those two words Ann’s right hand went to the hem of her shirt and began to explore the nether regions between her legs. He left hand began to rub the nipples already becoming erect under her blouse.

“I want you to have a really good session today, Ann. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes, doctor,” Ann said, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Your nipples are so hard, Ann. Your pussy so wet.”

“Oh god, yes, doctor.”

Unzipping his pants the doctor said, “You need my cock in your mouth, don’t you Ann?”

“Oh yes. Please doctor. Please let me suck you,” Ann said through moans of passion. Her fingers had found their way inside her panties and were working furiously on her clit.

The doctor began slapping her face with his cock, dragging it back and forth across her lips as it grew. Her tongue licked out trying desperately to catch it. “Oh God, doctor. Let me have it, please,” she begged.

The doctor’s cock slid easily into Ann’s mouth and, moving his hips, he began fucking her mouth, thrusting deep into her throat. Ann’s tongue worked furiously, circling, caressing, and licking his cock as it pounded deeper into her throat.

Ann’s back arched. Her heels digging into the leather sofa. Her fingers buried deep in her pussy as her orgasm began to build. He breath turned to short gasps, as she grew close. Then with one mighty spasm every muscle in her body tensed as her orgasm ripped through her. Again and again her body twitched with pleasure.

At the same moment the doctor came sending huge loads of cum down her throat. Ann could not swallow fast enough to keep up with load after load filling her throat as she gagged on the doctor’s cock. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth as she collapsed, breathless.

“That was very nice, Ann. Now go clean yourself up,” the doctor told her. She rose and went into the small bathroom adjacent to the consultation room. On returning, she took her place lying on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.

“Ann, time to wake up,” the doctor told her.

Opening her eyes, Ann felt so good, so relaxed. “Oh, doctor. I think I will keep this Tuesday appointment forever. I always seem to feel so good after a treatment. We can do that, can’t we?” she added anxiously.

“For the time being, Ann. At least until you are completely over your smoking habit,” the doctor said. Then added to himself, “Or until a better fuck comes along.” The doctor smiled broadly at Ann as she walked to the door.

“Then I shall never completely quite,” she said with a laugh. “Same time next Tuesday then, doctor.” Ann was smiling as she left the clinic already looking forward to her next visit and feeling a slight tingling between her thighs.