A sincere young woman

"Doctor, Mrs. Zhang is here." The nurse's voice came through the phone.
"Okay, let her in." I said, standing up. Just as I stood up, the door opened, and she walked in.
"Good morning, doctor," she said.
"Hello, how are you? Did your husband do anything to you yesterday?" I asked.
"Ugh... don't even mention it, it's the same as always." She said, tears streaming down her face and onto her pointed chin.
"Don't be sad, come on, let's begin." I said.
"Mmm..." She nodded, then walked to the recliner by the window and lay down. Today she was wearing a gray woolen skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black leather shoes, making her stand out. Her slightly plump figure accentuated her maturity. Her hands were on her lower abdomen, her clothes pulled tightly together, making her high breasts even more prominent.
"Let's begin." I swallowed hard, my eyes darting back and forth over her chest.
"Mmm!" She closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes fluttering together.
I am a psychologist who runs my own clinic. Thanks to my hard work and connections with friends, my clinic has become quite well-known, and the court has even made it a long-term partner. Besides my regular patients, I also see patients sentenced to psychological treatment.
She was my 100th patient. I didn't know her name, only that her husband's surname was Zhang, so everyone at the clinic called her Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang was 35 years old. Her child died two months after birth, but her husband believed the child died because of her, so he constantly beat and verbally abused her. She also believed it was her fault and endured his abuse every day. Her kind neighbor couldn't bear to see her suffer, so she called the police. After her husband spent a month in jail, he was released on bail and returned home, ignoring her completely. She lived in constant pain, so she came to me every day to pour out her troubles.
"Sigh, it's been a month and a half since my child passed away. It's all my fault... otherwise..." She cried again. I've heard this hundreds of times, the only difference being that a few days later it's been a month and a half.
"The past is the past. You should forget the past and start a new life," I said, repeating the same words hundreds of times.
"Sigh..." She suddenly stopped crying and sighed deeply. The morning sunlight shone through the window onto her chest. Her chest was what caught my attention. She was very ordinary-looking. The kind of face you wouldn't recognize in a crowd, but her chest was different. Unlike most people, her breasts didn't develop outwards to the sides, but rather towards the center. From a distance, it looked like she only had one breast. Up close, you could clearly see the faint cleavage between her two breasts.
"Have you ever thought about divorce?" I asked.
"I have, but it's just wishful thinking. I'm this old, ugly, and I've had a child. Who would want me?" she said with a bitter smile.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Would you like something to drink?" I stood up from my chair.
"Water will do," she said.
I went to the inner room, got a glass of water, and handed it to her. She took a sip, put the water on the table, and continued talking to me.
Just then, something strange happened to the glass on the table. The water in the glass suddenly started to jump, and the glass began to slowly move to the side. "Crack!" The glass fell to the ground and shattered, splashing water everywhere.
"Oh no, it's an earthquake!" I stood up and said.
"Earthquake..." Mrs. Zhang didn't understand what was happening. I rushed to her, picked her up, and ran towards the bathroom. This was the escape technique I had seen on TV, but before I even reached the bathroom, a huge rock fell in front of me.
I could only carry her to my desk, and then we crawled under the desk together. We held each other tightly, the sound of falling rocks and shattering glass filling our ears. Gradually, I lost consciousness.
While I was unconscious, a sweet liquid flowed into my mouth, a soft sensation on my tongue. As the sweet liquid flowed into my stomach, I gradually regained my senses, and pain accompanied that sweet feeling.
I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I saw the breasts I had fantasized about for so long. They were naked before me, a trace of white milk still clinging to the nipple, the milk contrasting beautifully with her dark areola. The other breast was also before me, both nipples tilted inwards, as did the plump mammary glands.
"Mrs. Zhang..." I called softly.
"Ah." Seeing that I was awake, she immediately took off her clothes.
"Where am I?" I looked around at the dark stones. "
Have you forgotten? There was an earthquake yesterday." As soon as she said that, I remembered. I looked around and found that this was a space made up of my desk and a few pillars. It wasn't very big, but the two of us could still move around a bit.
I licked the lingering taste from my lips, thinking about how I had just been sucking on her nipple—it felt so good. My penis stirred in my pants, and I momentarily forgot my surroundings.
"You fainted as soon as we came in. You kept calling for water... water... I... I didn't have any water, so..." Mrs. Zhang said, lowering her head.
I nodded, looking around. If the pillar hadn't collapsed first, we'd probably be buried alive.
"Where there's light, there's hope of getting out," I said, gazing at the few beams of light that seemed to be coming from nowhere.
"Hmm!" she said weakly.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked.
"I don't know, just a little dizzy," she said slowly.
I checked my watch; thankfully, it wasn't broken. The time indicated it was probably evening.
"Strange, why are there lights at night? Did I make a mistake?" I said, puzzled.
Mrs. Zhang didn't seem to be listening to me, sitting there alone with her head down.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Zhang?" I asked.
"I really am a jinx. Not only did my son die because of me, but my husband also despises me, and now even you, Doctor, are stuck here because of me, not knowing when we can get out," she said helplessly.
"This has nothing to do with you," I said, placing my hand naturally on her shoulder. "Many things are beyond our imagination. Things move according to their own laws. Don't always think that you are the root of all these problems. The important thing now is how we get out." My duty as a doctor made me start to persuade her again.
Her head naturally rested on my shoulder and she didn't move. I immediately laid her down in my arms and checked her breathing under her nose. Her breathing was very weak, so I took her pulse. She had fed me a lot of breast milk, and coupled with not having eaten much for two days and her own guilt, it caused her blood to rush to her head and she fainted.
I slipped my hand under her clothes and began kneading her breasts, trying to increase her blood circulation. Her smooth breasts rubbed against my palms, and my penis throbbed so hard it felt like it would burst through my pants.
"Mmm!!!" Perhaps my massage was working, because she let out a soft moan, but still didn't react. I stopped, removed my hand from her breasts, and looked around for something to feed her, but what could you find in this pile of rubble? Not even a mouse.
I sat beside her, lovingly caressing her nipples. Suddenly, it dawned on me—semen, semen. I had read some medical books; semen is composed of one percent sperm, eight percent protein, and nearly ninety percent water.
Thinking this, I immediately pulled down my pants, my engorged penis emerging. I knelt beside Mrs. Zhang, clumsily pressing the head of my penis into her mouth. Although she didn't move, the sensation was incredibly pleasurable.
I'm not a saint, so I often sleep around with women, but that's always based on money. I just want to release what's been pent up inside me for so long. But this time was different. In this environment, with this woman, I experienced unprecedented pleasure.
I sat down again, vigorously rubbing my penis up and down with both hands, my eyes fixed on Mrs. Zhang's breasts, but no matter how hard I tried, that damned orgasm just wouldn't come. My hands ached from rubbing, and my penis was red and burning. I sat there weakly, my eyes never leaving her breasts. Suddenly, an idea struck me.
I sat on her chest, pressing my hands against her breasts, rubbing my penis between them. Her unusual breasts were indeed useful, tightly enveloping my penis. My fingers pressed against her nipples, and I rubbed them quickly and forcefully back and forth.
Her body moved with my movements, and her face showed expression, but her eyes remained closed. I shifted my body slightly upward, allowing the head of my penis to rub against her nipples. Her mammary glands swayed with my friction.
After a period of intense friction, pleasure finally arrived. Just before ejaculating, I forcefully pried open her mouth and ejaculated into it. I collapsed weakly beside her, a trickle of semen flowing from the corner of her mouth. I immediately caught it in my mouth, then stuck my tongue into her mouth, spitting the semen mixed with saliva into her mouth.
She quickly regained consciousness. Her lips initially touched my tongue lightly, but then she began to suck forcefully, as if trying to draw something from it.
I immediately pulled my tongue out and inserted my penis. Her tongue licked the head of my penis, her lips sucking hard, drawing the remaining semen from my urethra into her mouth. But she wasn't satisfied and continued to suck forcefully. I slowly pulled my penis out, leaving only the head in her mouth, then stopped pulling and let her automatically suck it back in. This method was incredibly pleasurable, but after a few strokes, my semen was drawn out again.
After the warm semen was drawn out, she stopped moving, slightly opening her eyes. She looked at me, her face showing the expression I had when I regained consciousness.
She released her mouth, a little semen dripping from the corner of her mouth onto her breast. She looked at me.
'I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything for you to eat, only…' I said.
Suddenly, she lunged at me, hugged me, and cried. I sat there letting her cry in my arms.
I don't know how much time passed before she stopped crying, but her head remained nestled in my chest.
"Doctor, why did you save me? I'm a woman who brings disaster; I'm useless alive," she said.
"You should know what it feels like to lose someone you love. Your child died, you were heartbroken, but if you died, how sad would those who love you be?" I said.
"Are there still people in this world who love me?" she suddenly asked, looking up.
"Yes, you just need to find them. Isn't there one right here beside you?" I said.
Tears welled in her eyes again. I licked her eyelids with my tongue, slowly moving it to her lips, intertwining with hers. She held me tightly, and my hand naturally slipped inside her clothes, openly touching her nipple.
"Woof! Woof!" Just as we were making love, a dog barked outside, followed by a commotion of footsteps.
"There's someone here!" someone shouted from outside.
"Doctor, Mrs. Wang is here." The secretary's voice came through the phone.
"Okay~~ Tell her to come see me in half an hour." I hung up the phone after saying that.
"No~~ isn't that a bit inappropriate? You~~ have a patient~~" She stopped moving on top of me, naked, and said.
"It's alright." I pulled out my penis, which was still wet with fluid, and stood on the bed. She understood and leaned closer, using her slightly inward-growing breasts to clamp my penis and stroke it up and down, while her red tongue kept licking my glans.
I pressed her head down with both hands and rocked my body back and forth.
"Okay, let's continue." I said.
"Mmm!" After she finished speaking, she lay down on the bed, forcefully spreading her slightly darkened labia with both hands. I walked in front of her and thrust hard, my penis entering her completely.
I've always been very lucky. That earthquake didn't kill me and even allowed me to find a good wife. After we were rescued, we were both sent to the hospital. At that time, we were in good spirits, and the doctors were a little puzzled as to what had happened.
With my words and actions 'encouraging' her, she finally divorced her husband and is now mine. However, I still habitually call her Mrs. Zhang, and she doesn't mind. After all, a name is just a label; what's important is keeping her.

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