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Sex Therapy

By: GentleZiah



Eyes half-closed, she leaned back in the chair, the constant buzz of her client's conversation little more than background noise for her imaginings. She really ought to have paid attention to what she was being told; honestly, wasn't that what she was getting paid for? Still, something stuck in her mind like a thorn, irritating her, driving her mad, rendering her completely unable to focus on the matters at hand. She jotted a note and nodded, feigning interest, and the client went on.

How long HAD it been, she wondered, silently tallying the months. Three years. Three years since her husband had died after a long illness. And really, it was far longer than that. He was in no shape for such activities long before his death. And since he died, she threw herself into her practice, seeing as many clients as she possibly could so she wouldn't have to be home alone. Sex, dating... all of the trappings of romance were out of the question because she was a young widow. 

There seemed to be something foreboding about a woman widowed at a young age. She was 23 years old when the casket was slammed shut and her all too brief marriage was over. Most of her friends hadn't married yet, let alone been widowed. Most people offered her their condolences, but really no one understood. Men that she met who might have been previously interested suddenly shied away, spooked, as if she was somehow responsible for her husband's death. Her parents kept encouraging her to go out, to meet someone new, to be active, but for a long time she didn't have any interest in anything, not even a one night stand. 

Until today.

When she woke up that morning, something inside her was different. Her pussy throbbed, and crankily demanded some attention. She was a little bit bewildered at the way her body mutinied against her, and she hurriedly got up and began to prepare for her day. When she picked up the suit she'd chosen for work, she suddenly came to a halt. 

I don't want to wear this prudish thing, she thought. I want to feel sexy today. I want to feel like all of me still works. She rooted around in her closet, and dug out a knee length black skirt that she hadn't worn in years. Then she chose a white oxford shirt, a short jacket, and some strappy black heels. Hunting around in the back of her underwear drawer she grinned as she felt just what she was looking for. A garter belt and lace-topped thigh high black stockings. Perfect. Slipping on a low-cut lacy bra and the garter, she skipped panties and finished dressing. Perching her small glasses on the bridge of her nose, she appraised herself in the mirror. In truth, she didn't look overtly sexy, but she felt incredibly naughty, and it didn't matter to her if anyone else knew.

She shifted in her chair, coming back to the present, but remembering how she dressed caused a sudden rush of wetness, heralding her need. She cleared her throat and turned her attention to her client, who was making his final comments. She leaned to one side, nodding, then rose, shook his hand, and watched him go down the hall to the exit. Once he was out of sight, she leaned against the wall and let out a tremendous sigh. I'm the only one in the office now, and I don't have anyone else to see today… I could just forego the paperwork and satisfy this craving I'm having, she thought, and then nodded to herself. Retreating back into her office, she shut the door behind her. The office was fairly spacious, with a comfortable leather couch on one end, a long wide light oak desk on the other with a stuffed oak chair, and a few extra armchairs against the wall. She sat on the edge of her desk, aware of the sudden wetness between her legs. 

Why am I so turned on? she wondered even as her hand sought out the slickness between her folds. Skillfully, she teased her clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She reached behind her and slid the files on her desk to the far end, and leaned back on her elbow, spreading her knees wide. She lifted one leg and hooked the heel of her right shoe on the wooden armrest of her chair. She took a moment to appreciate the silken smoothness of her pussy before she plunged her fingers back between the folds and began to work in earnest. The pressure was quickly building in her abdomen, and she knew she could climax quickly, but she took her time, slowly, steadily, and rather roughly stimulating herself. The great oak desk creaked and banged against the wall, further exciting her. Reaching for the buttons of her shirt, she undid the first few, sneaking her hand inside her bra, and she roughly tweaked her nipples. 

She looked up on the wall, her eyes coming to rest on the camera there. She'd had surveillance cameras installed in every room to lower her insurance costs and further reassure the clients. She smiled at it, a naughty, wicked smile, and swiveled her hips to expose herself to the camera. She pretended she was a porn actress, masturbating for the camera, and she made a good show of it. It amused her to no end as she fucked her pussy with two of her fingers, thinking of the titles for the movie. Therapists Gone Wild. Sex Therapy. She laughed and moaned at the same time, and decided she was about done, moving her fingers back up to her clit and working again, low moans echoing in the room. With a final toss of her head, she felt the walls of her cunt contract, and orgasm washed through her. When the last of the shuddering was through, she looked up at the camera, and licked off her sopping wet fingers, and then sat up.

She panted for a moment, eyes resting closed, and she brought her feet to the floor as she sat on her desk. She was smiling, relishing the naughtiness of what she'd done. 

Click.

The door opened a crack, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She looked at the door as it slowly opened, a client standing there. He didn't say a word, but his cock let her know exactly what he had on his mind. 

"I was in the area and I stopped in to set some appointments. Uh…"

Her mouth went dry as she saw him looking up her skirt, no doubt easily seeing her naked snatch. She stood up and he crossed room, an unsure look on his face, but his dick rigidly attentive. 

"And what brought this about?" she asked.

"Well, I …" he trailed off a moment, visibly shuddering. "I didn't see the receptionist, and I was going to just leave, but I heard noises. So I went down the hall, and I saw the door to the camera room was open. I went in and I…"

She paled. He'd seen her performance when she was completely sure she was alone. She didn't know what to do, and simply gaped at him. But her horror soon made way for desire. She wanted him to fuck her, as unethical as it was, and as much as she shouldn't do it, she wanted him. 

She'd been seeing him for minor depression. He had had a rough childhood and now, in his early 30's, was coming to terms with it. She'd always thought he was personable, more stable than he thought, and it baffled her that he wasn't married yet. He was a normal guy, with the beginnings of male pattern baldness and a tiny bit of a paunch. She liked that about him, his reserved ways, and how utterly average he was. He had small glasses a lot like hers, and tended to dress well and conservatively. She was puzzled that he'd even come into the room, as uncomfortable as he seemed. She looked up at him and met his eyes. As tremulous as his voice sounded, his eyes hungrily devoured her. Her decision was made. 

Her hands sought out the fastening on his khaki dockers and she tore them open, exposing his cock. She let the pants and boxer shorts fall to his ankles, and she took in the look and smell of his cock. He was, again, normal, with an average sized prick, and large, smooth balls. Her eyes met his, asking permission, and he leaned down and kissed her, offering his silent assent. 

It was so strange to feel another person's lips against hers. It had been so long, and her pussy leaked juice onto the desk. His hands rest on her knees and gently edged them apart. He stepped between them, his glans gently probing her wetness. He slowly, slowly worked open the buttons of her shirt, sliding it and her jacket down her arms and onto the desk. Reaching around behind her, he unfastened her bra, and freed her breasts. She leaned back and gave him a good look. He was rubbing his cock on the outside of her, teasing her still-sensitive clit, soaking himself in her fluid. She couldn't help the way her hips moved on the desk as his hands roamed her, his thumbs gently brushing her nipples, his mouth on hers. Pulling her close, he eased himself inside of her; everything he did was so gentle. Hands on her ankles, he wrapped her legs around his waist, and he picked her up, still balls-deep in her pussy, and walked with her to the couch. He laid her down gently, eyes on hers, and with one foot on the floor, began to slowly fuck his therapist. 

She moaned like a whore, her cunt still quivering from her orgasm, and she writhed beneath him, which drove him nuts. He fucked her at varying paces for a while, then withdrew from her, spilling some of her juices onto the couch. 

"Do you like it very hard?" he asked softly, startling her with his consideration. She blushed suddenly, as if his speaking broke the spell, and she nodded. His hands guided her to a kneeling position on the floor, leaning against the couch, and she felt him lift up her skirt and press into her again. His hands firmly grasped her hips, and slowly, deliberately, he thrust in and out of her. 

"Harder!" she hissed. He went slower, his motions even more gentle. 

"Don't tell me how to fuck. You'll get it exactly as I choose to give it to you. No faster, no slower. Be quiet," he said, deliberately, gently, but firmly. Her pussy throbbed in response. She'd never been told to be quiet. She liked that he knew how he was going to fuck her, and he didn't let her take over. Just as she acclimated to his gentleness, she felt him slam into her, the sound of his impact sharply echoing off the office walls. Suddenly he was pounding into her, penetrating her so deeply she screamed and bit the couch.

"Mmm… that was what you were looking for, wasn't it?" he asked, just as softly as before. She moaned loudly in response. He continued to roughly fuck her pussy, her thighs banging against the couch so hard she was sure she'd bruise. But again, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped, and withdrew.

"Lie down on the floor," he urged, helping her down. In a heartbeat she found herself lying on her back, her ankles in his hands. "I want you to hold onto your ankles. Don't let go." She nodded, and reached up, grasping her ankles. He smiled, and nodded, adjusting his glasses. "Pull them back a little," he said, pushing her feet back. This is a weird position, she thought. I wonder why he wants me to…

Her question was immediately answered when he plunged back into her, more deeply than she had ever been penetrated. She yowled and bucked as he wildly fucked her, his cock slamming into her mercilessly. This is how whores fuck. I have NEVER fucked like this, she thought. His face tightened up, and she knew he was about to come. She felt his violent spasms inside her, his eyes tightly shut. Finally his muscles relaxed, and he eased back onto his knees, smiling at her.

They sat in awkward silence, and finally he said, "I should probably get home and leave you to finish your work, huh?" She nodded in response, and watched as he quickly dressed. Sitting in her chair, she smiled over her shoulder as he quietly slipped from her office to let himself out. She sat there alone for a good long while, smugly satisfied at the good lay she'd gotten. She was touched at how kind he was, yet selfish enough to take things as he wanted them. He definitely turned her on.

And for his part, he whistled a cheery tune as he walked to his car, flipping a black rectangle in his hands. He never thought he'd live out his greatest fantasy, much less have gotten it all caught on tape for him to enjoy whenever he pleased...

Sex Therapy 101



My name is Candy and Brandon and I have been married a little over a year now. At first our sex life was great; I think it was because we were so new to each other. Nowadays it has become more of a chore and the sizzle is definitely gone. I find Brandon so sexy, so I am not sure what the problem is. We have tried renting porno and we will get hot and fuck within the first half an hour and then it is over. 

I long to have Brandon run his long tongue between my pussy lips and suck on my clit. He just does not seem to want to satisfy me anymore. I was at a loss as to what to do and then a co worker of mine suggested a sex therapy class that changed her life and put the spark back in her marriage. She told me the next class was this weekend and invited us to go with them. Brandon was not quick to agree however he decided he would go to appease me.

I was excited when the day came for us to go. We arrived and found about 15 couples there. They were of all ages, which surprised me. A few minutes later the instructors walked in. They were a middle aged attractive couple, his name was Ed and he took very good care of his body. It was obvious he worked out a lot at the gym. He looked like he could play pro football as a linebacker. His wife Marge was a petite blonde with at least 42dd breasts. Something Brandon noticed immediately as he could not take his eyes off her chest.

They brought in a bag with them and told the class they found some goodies for everyone. It was not long before it was obvious they cleaned out an adult toy store. There were dildos, vibrators and gadgets of every shape and size. My co worker could tell I was becoming very uncomfortable and whispered to me to please stay, that she promised I would not regret it. I could tell Brandon was definitely getting into it as I noticed his cock starting to get hard.

We were the only new couple there and everyone welcomed us to the class. Then Marge and Ed announced it was time to dress down and the couples started taking their clothes off. The men stripped to their boxers and the women to their panties. I looked at Brandon and he just shrugged his shoulder and started getting undressed. I followed his lead and shed my clothing.

Marge then asked for a volunteer to try a new dildo out and my co worker quickly volunteered me. After some coaxing and applause from everyone I made my way to the front of the class. I was instructed to lay back and get comfortable on the sofa. Brandon watched as Marge gently stroked my tits, with her long soft fingers, causing my nipples to become very erect. This obviously was turning Brandon on as well as me. Marge then started kissing me and moving her mouth down my body, stopping for a few seconds to lick and suck my hard nipples and then proceeding down across my flat stomach. She slowly slipped my panties off exposing my moist pussy. She took a dildo off the table ( 10" long) and ran it along my slit teasing me as she rubbed it against my clit and back down to the entrance of my wet hole and then she stopped. I was hornier than I had been in a long time and did not want her to stop. She then kissed my slit and slowly ran her tongue up and down it. Each time she got to my clit she would lightly suck it and then run circles around it with her tongue.

By now many of the men, including Brandon, were stroking there hard cocks. Some of the ladies had their hands in their panties as well.

Marge continued to lick and suck on my pussy, enjoying all my sweet juices as they flowed from my wet cunt.

I saw Ed standing there, stroking his dick. Marge motioned for him to come over and let me suck his cock. I eagerly grabbed his huge 11" cock and started sucking it. I was so hungry for that huge dick; I could not get enough of it. Marge then motioned for Brandon to come up front. She told him to get behind her and lick her pussy and ass hole. I heard Brandon moan as his face buried between her ass cheeks. That sent me into an instant orgasm as Marge sucked on my pussy and received all of my cum into her mouth. As she was savoring every drop, Eds cock began to swell and his cum exploded from the head of his shaft into my mouth. It was such a huge load of hot thick juice that it was almost too much to swallow, but I managed. 

I looked out over the class and it appeared to be a huge orgy as everyone was fucking and sucking. I told Ed to fuck me hard with that huge cock. He quickly flipped me over and slid his cock into my wet throbbing pussy and began fucking me hard and fast.

Marge was now riding Brandon's face and within minutes she came all over his face as his tongue fucked her pussy. 

Eds cock felt so good slamming deep inside me I kept screaming, "Fuck me harder oh please fuck me hard." 

By now Marge was straddled over Brandon's dick fucking him and grinding her hips wildly to engulf his dick in her pussy. Marge was moaning and screaming that his cock felt so good thrusting into her wet cunt. Another woman was now sitting on Brandon's face fucking his tongue.

Ed lay down and I began to ride his cock wildly and all of a sudden I felt Ed pull me forward and hold me tight as I felt another cock forced into my ass. This shocked me at first, yet excited me at the same time. I continued to ride both dicks as I blew one nut after another as I started into a constant state of orgasm. Then Eds cock started spewing its load into my pussy and that sent the other cock over the edge and it shot his load into my ass. Both of my holes were filled with huge loads of hot sticky cum.

Marge then unloaded another nut as it squirted all over Brandon's cock and balls as he fucked her. This sent the woman riding his face into an orgasm and she filled his mouth with her juice. He swallowed every last drop as she pumped his face. Suddenly Brandon let out a huge moan and his cock exploded deep inside Marge.

After catching our breath Marge and Ed asked "is everyone ready for class?" 



Sex Therapy



Before I met my wife, I was pretty well sexually experienced. I had fucked many women and I was good at it. When I met my wife, she was a virgin, but before long we were fucking like crazy. Long passionate lovemaking sessions happened multiple times a day. After dating for four years we married at the age of 28. On our wedding night, I striped my wife of her white dress looked down at her in all her beauty, entered her slowly, and came. I told her that had never happened to me before-and it hadn't- and that I would be ready to go again. Kissing turned to making out, turned into foreplay turned into having her on all fours with me behind her. I barely got my cock in her before I came. Maybe it was the excitement of our wedding night. Until it happened every night of our honeymoon. 

We were truly in love and it didn't ruin our marriage, but sex happened less and less often, and at five years in, we rarely had sex. One day after an attempt at sex, that had me cumming as soon as I entered her, she brought up the idea of a sex therapist. I agreed as I was embarrassed and depressed that I couldn't please my wife. A quick google of sex therapist in Illinois told me that it wasn't going to be easy. I wasn't even sure if there was such a thing. My internet searches found me several couples counselors, and marriage therapists, but our relationship was fine, it was just bad sex. I found a marriage therapist that had a degree in sexology, and specialized in increasing intimacy and sexual satisfaction, and putting the sex back into your love making. We checked out his credentials and everything seemed to be legit, so we made an appointment.

We showed up to our Tuesday appointment at a beautiful office in a high rise building in the Chicago loop. We waited in the lobby of the office until we were called in and greeted by a imposing figure walking from around his desk. The large man with broad shoulders couldn't have been nicer as he shook our hands, introduced himself as Dr. Freeman and welcomed us in. We sat in two chairs in front of his desk and he retreated behind his large mahogany desk. Dr. Freeman was around 50 I estimated, was handsome, still had all of his hair and wore a mustache. He was dressed in a button up shirt with a tie and slacks. 

The questions started rather harmlessly, with our ages, how long we've been married, and other questions of the like. When he asked why we were there, I became very embarrassed, so my wife told our story. I felt like half a man as my wife explained to this large man how I came instantaneously as I entered her. I couldn't bare to look this man in the eye. Dr. Freeman reassured me how common this actually was, and helped me come back into the conversation. Dr. Freeman asked us to go behind a room divider that he had set up towards the back of his office and disrobe. I was very hesitant to do this, and I thought there was no way my normally shy wife would do this. She got up, and sat back down, then looked at me quizzically. I started to say "I don't know.. " But Dr. Freeman reminded us why we were there, and told us that there is an intimacy problem, and this was how we confront it. Hesitantly, we went behind the divider and began to take our clothes off. Standing naked in front of my wife, I got hard immediately. Sue was beautiful. She was about 5'5" and very fit. A little bit of an ass, but that's how I liked it. She had small but firm breasts that she was very self conscious about. When she was young she had taken doctor prescribed steroids that shrank one of her breasts. We had gotten a breast implant for one breast and she looked great. 

Dr Freeman told me to tell him what I liked about my wife's body. I told him about her ass, and her flat stomach, her sexy lips, and her legs. I told him about how I love her eraser sized nipples when they are hard, and the way she shaves her pussy drives me wild. When it was my wife's turn, she mentioned my cute butt, and then talked about how I used to make love to her. It was hard to hear and my 6.5" erection went down. Dr. Freeman then moved the divider exposing us to him. We yelled, but he talked over us and told us to calm down, and this was part of the process. He told me to hold my wife. So in front of a near stranger I stood naked, holding my naked wife, and my erection returned. Her chest was pressed against mine and I wrapped my arms around her. Dr. Freeman asked Sue if I was hard. She told him yes. He told her to open her legs and let my erection nestle between her legs against her vagina. Only as he did this, he helped her spread her legs by running the backs of his hands a short distance between the back of her thighs. I heard her gasp, I don't know if she knew I heard, I don't know if she knew she did it, but I heard the gasp, and then I could smell how turned on she was. Once I smelled her, I couldn't help it, I came. Dr. Freeman told us that the way he treats couples like us will have us naked and performing sex acts in front of him at times so he can evaluate us, and hopefully get us back to both enjoying orgasms. Dr. Freeman said that he has us down for an appointment a week from now on Tuesday. If we don't want to continue, we should cancel by Friday. He has another appointment shortly, so we should dress quickly. 

That week went by agonizingly slow after we decided that while we found his methods strange, we were willing to try anything. On Tuesday, we got to the office and waited for the receptionist to give us to ok to go in. A very wide eyed couple walked out of Dr Freeman's office, and shortly after, the receptionist told us to head in. Dr. Freeman started by asking me what my favorite position to have sex with my wife was. I told him how much I love her ass, and loved to fuck her doggystyle. He said, I want to see you fuck your wife doggystyle then. He hit a button, and the bookcase folded down, as it was actually a murphy bed. He grabbed sheets from a drawer and had me help put them on the bed. He told me to fuck my wife like he wasn't there. I went and kissed my wife. I grabbed her ass and got immediately hard. I pulled her shirt over her head. She unbuttoned my pants. I unsnapped and removed her bra. I grabbed her tits and lowered my head to her nipples. She pulled my shirt over my head, and I stood naked, with my pants around my ankles. I pushed her pants to her ankles and then we broke to get our shoes, socks and the rest of our pants off. She climbed on the bed on her hands and knees and I moved in behind her. I slowly inserted my cock inside of her, as she "oohhed" it became too much for me and I came inside of her. Embarrassed, I rolled off the bed and sat in a chair on the side of the bed, and hung my head in shame. My wife slid off the other side of the bed and stood up. 

"Doggy style is how animals fuck. There was no passion there. When you fuck from behind, it needs to be raw, unfiltered." With that Dr. Freeman stepped up behind my wife reached his arm around her, between her tits and grabbed her neck. I started to get up until I heard her moan. It was pleasure. I couldn't move. I sat breathless as this man bent my wife over the side of the bed and unfastened his belt. With his pants at his ankles, he drove balls deep into my wife and started thrusting. I've never heard her scream like this, not even before we were married and I though I was fucking her right. Then, for the first time in five years, my wife had an orgasm. Dr. Freeman pulled out and stood her up and turned her around and kissed her. That's when I saw his 9" cock sticking straight out. She passionately kissed him back. She backed up onto the bed and he climbed on top of her. Again he thrust into her, and again she screamed. She clawed at his back as she orgasmed yet again. Dr. Freeman sank all the way into my wife and let out a groan that told me he was emptying his balls into her. He rolled off my wife and got up off the bed. Now you both have had an orgasm, just like a real couple. He told me to help her get dressed and be sure to make another appointment on the way out. 



Sex Therapy



“Doctor Gerard, this is Mrs. Brown, our client for the next two days.” Julienne introduced me to a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her short black haired, brown eyes and pale skin oozed sensuality but her droopy shoulders tried to hide her firm breasts and sexuality.

“Good morning. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” I took Mrs. Brown’s hand and led her to the couch. She wore her conservative grey business suit, designer shoes and handbag like a suit of armour against the temptations of the world. Her dark eyes were wide with shock, switching between Julienne and me. I gathered that the reaction must be the way we were dressed, or rather undressed. Apparently, no one told her about the way we conduct business at Centaur Centre. 

This was the second year of our exclusive sex therapy clinic in the Magaliesberg Mountain Range outside Johannesburg, South Africa. The high crime rate, the wealth available to the greedy and the pace to keep up with the Joneses or in most cases the Morekis, had a detrimental effect on the libido of the rich. That is where we came in. 

Julienne and I fell in lust at a boring sex therapy conference in Cape Town three years ago. I couldn’t keep my gaze off this beautiful goddess, clothed in a short green summer dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her green eyes. I sat one row behind and to her left and saw the soft curves of her breast spilling over the dress. My cock agreed with the assessment and sprang to attention at the sight. I wasn’t the only man at the conference with a hard-on for this sex goddess. No one could ever miss Julienne in a crowd. She is 5’11”, has long flaming red hair, long, strong legs and the face of a beauty queen. Her lips are invitingly sexy with a ready smile that will make any nerdish man feeling like a stud. We met during lunch on the first day, airing our grievances about the direction the conference was going, another HIV/AIDS prevention campaign. We decided not to return to the conference after lunch but start our own conference in Julienne’s room. 

As we rode up alone in the glass elevator, we tore at each other’s clothes. As we passed the second floor, I slipped the straps over her tanned shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. Her full rounded breasts were firm, her hard nipples begging for attention. But I ignored them, to get a better look at my future sex partner and before I released my own passion. Her flat stomach sloped down in a vee to her shaved pussy mound. Her clit protruded between the glistening folds of her cunt. Her long legs were spread out, begging me to fuck her. 

By the fourth floor, I dropped to my knees as Julienne tore off my blue short sleeve shirt and pressed my blond head against her pussy. Hungrily, I lapped at her juices, parting her lips with my darting tongue. I loved the smoothness of her mound, leaving any lover unobtrusive access to the centre of the world. Past the seventh floor, I was sucking on her clit and pussylips as if my life depended on it.

When we shot past the tenth floor, Julienne tore off my Dockers trousers, leaving me naked, standing 6’3” in my shoes. I never wear underwear, a hindrance in the build up towards any good fuck. As we approach the 14th floor, I had my 8-inch cock deep in her pussy, pumping into her velvety smooth insides, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down. At the 20th floor, Julienne threw her legs over my arms as we both reached our climaxes. For a moment, I wondered if anybody saw us fucking. 

As the door opened at the 25th floor, our stop, I retrieved the keys and wallet from my trousers and with arms locked, we walked down to her room, naked. Julienne threw her small purse over her shoulder and kissed me on the mouth. The young couple waiting at the elevator door stared dumbfounded at our naked backsides. Their gasps told me that they must have seen my cum dripping from Julienne’s cunt, running down her legs. My cock was ready for another session.

The rest of that week, we never left the room, fucked like there was no tomorrow and made plans for our own therapy centre. We ordered room service and always answered the door naked. Once a young female waitress, Patty, enquired about us and when we told her we’re qualified sex therapists, she sat down and for an hour talked about her sexual problems. 

“I’m so fucking confused. I want to fuck women but need a cock in my cunt,” she said, lusting after our nakedness. My cock throbbed and I saw Julienne touched her pussy. Her fingers came away wet. 

What followed came naturally. While we talked about bisexuality, Julienne undressed Patty. Laying Patty on the bed and letting her legs dangle over the side, Julienne sucked the girl’s tits, taking each teat in her mouth. Patty squirmed as Julienne moved down to her pussy. Patty then grabbed my cock, twirled her tongue around the purple helmet before she took it in her mouth. She sucked on my cock while Julienne inserted two fingers deep in Patty’s cunt. 

“Bisexuality is a good alternative choice to hetero or homosexuality,” I said as I saw Julienne’s sexual expertise on a woman. “It doubles your chances of a date on Saturday nights.” 

Opening Patty’s nether lips with two fingers, Julienne sucked on her clit while she pushed her chin into Patty’s dripping wet cunt opening. The attention to her slit of joy was too much for the girl. As she came, she took my sword to the hilt. The whimpers from within her vibrated on my cock, sending tremors of absolute bliss through my shaft. 

As Julienne and I switched places, Julienne said: “Bisexuality also assures that no one is left out during a threesome.” Kneeling on the floor, I ran my engorged cockhead up and down Patty’s dripping cunt before I pushed deep inside her tight pussy. Julienne sat on Patty’s mouth, facing me. I played with Julienne’s beautiful tits, while I increasing the speed of my pumping hips. I could see that Patty wasn’t a virgin in giving head to a woman. Julienne’s knees buckled as I tweaked her nipples and Patty stuck her tongue into Julienne. It wasn’t long before Julienne came with a shudder. I slammed hard into Patty’s pussy and felt her cunt walls gripping my cock as she came again.

By now, my cock was a single pleasure nerve and the slightest touch or movement rocked my being. I pulled out and squirted my male milk onto the two blissful women. Afterwards, Julienne licked the cum off Patty’s tits, sending waves of joy through our first client. Patty reciprocated and between licks said: “Fuck it, you’re both very good.” Patty turned her attention back to my semi-hard cock. She softly stroked it. “You fucked away my doubts. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, darling,” said Julienne. “We owe you for the food and sex.”

“Most of all,” I chipped in. “We owe you for showing us the way.” We knew then what we wanted to do and how we’re going to make our future a pleasurable one. We were married within a week and within a year saved enough money to start our venture. 

That was why Julienne received Mrs Brown wearing only a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels shoes, and her lovely smile. I know what Mrs. Brown saw when she looked at me: a tall blond and well-built hunk with an eight-inch cock, ready for action. I have no hair on my overall tanned body. My thick shoulder-length hair makes up for it. I also removed my pubic hair to create a smooth, sexy and fuckable sex god. I know my strengths and weaknesses; that is why I use my strengths at work, to the advantage of others.

As Mrs Brown sat down, Julienne took her place next to me on another couch facing our client. Julienne did an excellent job decorating our house/centre in a homely way, warm and inviting, without the trappings of wealth our clients are used to. We wanted neutral ground for our clients, without the pressures of their own worlds. Most of all, we became very comfortable with our nudity, even when people like Mrs. Brown are shocked. 

“Haven’t you read our brochure or spoke to the person when you made the appointment?” Julienne asked the stunned Mrs. Brown.

“No, no. A friend, Tanya F….”

“No real names, please, Mrs. Brown,” I interrupted. “We like to keep confidentiality.”

“Eh, Mrs. Black made the appointment,” continued Mrs. Brown. “She never mentioned that you would be na.., nak…”

“Naked?” corrected Julienne. “If you are not comfortable with the state of our dress, you can always leave.” Julienne smiled at her. “We will not charge you for the morning.” She leaned forward and touched Mrs. Brown on the arm. 

We don’t often get referrals like this, and we never forced anyone to participate in anything against their will. The therapy was voluntary and the client must have the desire, the leverage to change. Mrs. Brown was of two minds. Nothing in her protected world of old wealth prepared her for this. Her conservative husband wanted a whore in bed but a saint during the day. She didn’t or couldn’t meet his demands. She must have confined in Mrs Black, who then recommended us without informing her about the small print. At least Julienne and I will have two days to ourselves. 

“No!” Mrs. Brown sat up straight. “I must confess that I was shocked at first, appalled at your nudity.” She shifted in her chair. “But I find your honesty and appearance very stimulating.” She blushed. “I think I am getting wet between my, you know, legs.” 

“As you can see, I’m also dripping,” said Julienne, opening her legs for Mrs. Brown to see the wetness seeping through her pussylips. Mrs. Brown stole a quick glance at Julienne’s cunt before she tore her gaze away. But Julienne will not let her off that easily. She took Mrs. Brown’s hand and put it between her naked legs. Mrs. Brown hand shook with anticipation as she tentatively sneaked out a finger towards Julienne’s pussy. As she touched my wife’s wet cuntlips, she pulled away as if stung by a bee. Again, Julienne forced Mrs. Brown’s hand between her legs and kept it there. This time, Mrs. Brown slid a finger between the pussy folds and moved it up and down the slit.

I moved to sit next Mrs. Brown, to tell her its okay. She grabbed my cock and held onto it for dear life, squeezing the blood from my tool. Was this the way this woman is going to treat my cock? I wondered. Suddenly, she let go of my aching penis, pulled her finger from Julienne, and stood up. She started to unbutton her jacket and threw it on a chair.

“Mrs. Brown, you don’t have to undress,” I said. She ignored me.

“I grew up in a conservative Christian home where sex was considered to be a necessary evil between husband and wife. I was taught that God keeps record of all our dirty thoughts and actions, to be revealed for all to see at the end of days. I was so ashamed of any lustful thoughts that I kept myself busy with work and study. My girlfriends at Varsity told me about boys and such, but never about desire and passion. Always about the mechanics.” She stepped out of her grey skirt and flung it on top of her jacket. Mrs. Brown slowly removed her silky blouse and dropped it with her other clothes. It was as if Mrs. Brown stripped away her past without a thought as she removed her pantyhose. Standing before us in her expensive but conservative white panties and bra, she continued:

“I married without experience and never could satisfy my husband. As you can see I am very shy and do not enjoy sex.” She drew her shoulders back, pushing proudly her breasts in our faces. Unclipping her bra, she sat down. Releasing her perfectly moulded globes, she threw her bra into the air. Her small erect nipples must ache with desire. 

“What I expect from you is to release me from myself, from my inhibitions.” Lifting her behind off the couch, she slipped her panties down her legs, and left it lying in a bundle at her feet. Her knees were locked together, her last defence against change. 

As I stood up, my semi-erect cock swung past her face. We have to move carefully to help her take the next bold step. I looked down at the spot between her clenched legs and saw black bundle of hair. I nodded to Julienne who followed my look, saw the intention and took charge of our ward.

“First off, you need a bath to relax you. Then a massage.” Julienne took Mrs. Brown’s hand and led her through the house to our large bathroom. The room is decorated in soft pinks and whites. A large sunken bath in the centre of the room dominates the place. To the left were a dresser, chairs and a full-length mirror. On the right as you enter the room was a comfortable massage table close to a steam bath. I quickly filled the enormous bath with warm water and herbal suds. Julienne removed her garter belt, stockings and shoes and joined Mrs. Brown in the bath. I knew what would follow. Julienne will show her the pleasure of female lust while I prepare our evening entertainment. I excused myself and left Mrs. Brown in Julienne’s capable hands. 


An hour later, when I returned, Mrs. Brown sat on one of the chairs. Julienne kneeled between her legs, shaving our client’s hairy pussy. Julienne explained the reason for the removal of her pubic hair. 

“Women spent hours applying make-up but don’t spend a minute to look after the centre of the universe, their pussies.” Julienne expertly clipped the offending long hair off with a small scissor. “Men will go to the end of the earth to gawk at and enter a woman’s pleasure groove. That is why we should take care of the most beautiful slit in the world.”

“I can only concur with Julienne’s praise of the pussy,” I said as Julienne shaved Mrs. Brown’s mound and between her legs. She even removed all the hair around Mrs. Brown’s pucker hole. A shy Mrs. Brown allowed me to admire at her naked cunt. Her parted outer lips left a groove for her pussylips to hug each other, closing her inner being to my prying eyes. Between the pale puffy lips seeped a little moisture. Within the next 12 hours, I will have my cock inside that love canal. 

“Now, my dear lady, it is time for your massage,” I said, leading Mrs. Brown to the table. “Lay on your stomach, please.” As she settled down in her naked glory, I applied massage oil to her shoulders and back.

“All religions are on the mythological developmental level and are concerned with their own group interests,” I said, loosening her tense shoulder muscles. “They are also male dominated and will use a vengeful and jealous god to protect the interests of men.” My hands moved down her spine, over her hips and sides. I applied pressure to the small of her back to work out all the creeks. “Businesses and the greedy also function on this level, never giving others outside the circle a chance.” I skipped the rounded curves of her buttocks and continued from her legs upwards. 

“The next development is to the reasonable level. They look to the interests of the world and try to accommodate everyone. But succeed only in becoming impotent.” 

By this time, I was back at her buttocks, kneading them like dough. My hands slipped between her legs and I deliberately pushed my fingers into her wet pussy.

“It is only when we reach the second tier of being that we reach our freedom.” I lubricated my fingers with her juices and oil. I worked my way to her puckerhole. I teased it by spreading her cheeks apart with both hands and as I moved my hands over her globes, my thumbs brushed over her anus. 

“This level is where you want to be. Here there are no boundaries between male and female, nature and humans, your ass and your cunt.” As I said this, I pushed a finger in her cunt and one in her ass, pumping them in and out. She moaned as I wiggled my fingers inside her. 

“Turn on your back, please.”

She obliged and I immediately massaged her breasts, her stomach, her legs and back to her groin. My cock was hard as a rock and I needed release, but she must invite me in. I would never force myself on a client. 

Her naked mound looked invitingly good, her pussylips oozed nectar down over her asshole. Again, my fingers found their way into her passages while my thumb frigged her clit. She tossed and screamed, her hands gripping the sides of the table as she bucked her pelvis up and down. My hand was riding a bucking bronco, holding on for dear life. If I let go, she would stop jumping around but I would also have prematurely ended her pleasure. Her pleasure was more important than my hand. I held on until she settled down, spent in her throws of passion.

“Fuck, that was great,” screamed Mrs. Brown, her chest rising as she tried to steady her breathing. “That was my first fucking orgasm.” At least she took that first step beyond duty. Funny how people love to use the word fuck after a good fuck. 

I placed steam-warmed towels over her naked body and slipped out the door. I had to find Julienne to release the pressure from my cock. She was stretched out on a deckchair next to the pool, catching the sun on her naked body. She saw my raging hard-on and the lust in my eyes. 

“Come here, baby,” she purred. “Let me kiss your pain away.” Gently, she took my throbbing cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked the underside of my pole before she wrapped her lips around my purple head. Running her tongue under the helmet hood, she slowly moved her hand up and down my cock. Despite my need, I also wanted to pleasure my wife. We 69, with me lying on my back, darting my tongue in and out her pussy. 

“I want you inside me,” whispered Julienne after awhile, tore herself away from my lapping tongue and impaled her on my hard-on. It was now Julienne who rode my like a horse, but this time I was being pleasured as well. I could feel the friction on my dick as she squeezed her cunt muscles around my shaft. The pleasure became unbearable and I had to surrender my control to bliss. As I shot my load into her pussy, Julienne came with a rasping breath, and then let out a howl of joy. She collapsed on top of me, with my shaft still buried in her pussy.

“Oh my, here you are,” said a naked Mrs. Brown from the edge of the pool. “I thought you forgot about me.” 

I was too tired to worry about her feelings and continued to caress Julienne’s back, her thighs, her buttocks and her anus. “I always imagine that watching people having sex would be terrible,” interrupted Mrs. Brown my daydreams. “But seeing you two make love was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.” She sat next to us on the chair and continued singing her praises of the sex act. 

Julienne took charge again. She climbed off me, sat Mrs. Brown down on the second deckchair and proceeded to rub a sunscreen onto her back. I got the message and skedaddled from the pool area. My chance will come at the party tonight, I thought as I walked to my office.

“Where are we going?” asked Mrs. Brown. I glanced at her and my wife sitting next to me in the car. They looked stunning and very fucking sexy. The short black fishnet dresses didn’t cover their beautiful breasts and shaved pussies. The black thigh stocking and high heels only accentuated their nakedness. They were definitely very fuckable. I was dressed in a long black jacket, leggings and shoes. My tanned muscled chest was clearly visible in the vee of the jacket. 

“We’re going to a private club called Caligula,” I said, trying to concentrate on my driving. Thinking about the day made me smile. It took a lot of convincing from Julienne to get Mrs. Brown to be undressed like this. Mrs. Brown wanted to change and this would be part of that change. 

All eyes were on us as we stepped out the car. My two companions hooked their arms in mine as we sauntered into the club, giving the other patrons time to lust after us. Inside, Peter, the owner greeted us. He smiled at the two women. “Thank the gods you’re here. At least we will see some action.” He handed us each a glass of the best South African champagne. “These fucking rich kids don’t know how to enjoy life without getting drunk or stoned.” 




Sex Therapy



He led us to our booth next to the dance floor. The bar was a few metres to our right. We admired the young bodies on the dance floor jumping around to the rhythm of the music. Julienne grabbed Mrs. Brown and joined the pulsating human organism on the floor. A few dancers stopped and stared at the two naked women. A few men touched them, but my two partners ignored them for the moment. I danced with both and after about an hour I signalled to Julienne that the time has come to take Mrs. Brown one step further. 

“Let’s move to the bar,” I said as I removed my jacket. Mrs. Brown gasped as she saw my leggings underneath the jacket. The leggings hugged my legs tightly but ended below my groin and were tied around my waist with a belt. My buttocks, semi-erect penis and balls were clearly visible. Julienne took off her fishnet and whispered in Mrs. Brown’s ear to do the same. I saw a little reluctance in Mrs. Brown’s eyes, but after a moment of contemplation and a deep breath, she rid herself of the fishnet.

We parted the sea of dancing bodies as we walked to the bar. I ordered sparkling mineral water in bottles. “I need something stronger than water to get me through this,” shouted Mrs. Brown over the load music. 

“Intoxication gives you false courage and then it’s not you that will go to the next level,” I shouted back. I could never understand why people need alcohol or drugs to help them having sex with others. Sex is the only drug I need. Pussy nectar and cum are my drinks of love. 

Julienne quickly took matters in her own hands, actually two cocks of two young geeks. Trust my loving wife to pick two men who would never get a date to give them pleasure they will remember for the rest of their lives. She dropped to her knees and played with their cocks before sucking on them. A small crowd gathered around the three encouraging Julienne to make them come. Taking both cocks in her mouth, she sucked on them until their knees buckled. Then she directed one cock into her pussy and the other back in her mouth. 

Then I saw the absolute pleasure on the two men’s faces. They were in heaven with a crowd to witness the event. The man fucking Julienne grabbed her hips as he thrust his manhood in her. She kept sucking the other man’s cock.

Mrs. Brown stared at the scene, her breath coming in shallow bursts. I touched her breast and tweaked her nipple. When she didn’t resist, my continued down her stomach to her naked mound. She spread her legs to give me better access. She was wet as rain and her pussylips puffy. She was turned on by the whole event. 

“I need your cock inside my cunt, now,” shouted the once demure Mrs. Brown. 

I sat on the bar stool and lifted her up onto my cock, with her facing the crowd, her gaze still fixed on Julienne and her two fuck buddies. She hooked her high heels around my legs and slowly moved up and down my shaft. I held onto her sides, helping her movements. Then she slammed her buttocks onto my groin, taking my cock deep inside her. I could feel my cockhead hitting base with every thrust. Her cunt was very tight but the cunt juice smoothed the friction. Mrs. Brown increased her speed. 

After awhile, I asked two women to play with Mrs. Brown’s clit and tits. One dropped to her knees and met Mrs. Brown’s descending pussy with her tongue, the other holding onto Mrs. Brown’s bobbing boobs. I saw Julienne switched her partners around, both still going strong. I admired the two men’s endurance. Maybe they didn’t want to disappoint the crowd or shorten the experience by coming too soon.

Mrs. Brown screams also attracted a small crowd. They rhythmically clapped hands and shouted encouragement: “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.” Judging from the contractions of her cunt walls on my cock, Mrs. Brown came at least three times during our public fuck session. 

Julienne was finishing the two guys off, with them spraying their cum onto my wife’s tits. The crowd cheered. I loved her then more than ever for taking care of what most would consider losers and make them champions. 

Mrs. Brown was fast approaching the end of her pleasure tolerance. She collapsed backwards on my chest, whispering, “No more, no more.” 

Then I felt my cock being removed from Mrs. Brown’s pussy and someone, no, two mouths sucking on it. When a finger entered my anus, I shot my load in the air, onto the two faceless mouths and onto Mrs. Brown’s mound. 

A load cheer accompanied us to our table and out the door. By now, most couple were fucking all over the place. We grabbed our things as Peter thanked us for making the evening a huge success. Mrs. Brown was a happy client and the three of us walked naked through the late evening crowd to the car without a care in the world. Of course, a lot of wolf whistles was directed our way, but judging from the smile on Mrs. Brown’s face, she was satisfied with her growth. 

A week later, a man walked into our office and demanded to see me. Julienne and I met the man naked in a private office. 

“What have you done to my wife?”

“Who is your wife?”

“Amanda…eh, Mrs. Brown.”

“Well, I don’t know….”

“I want the same treatment, NOW.”

The End.



Sex Therapy



Mandie wondered how she let her husband and best friend talk her into this. Her best friend was dating a Sex Therapist named Tom, when meeting Mandie and her husband for the first time he offered to give Mandie and her husband a free session in their home. Bill her husband was all for it. Mandie was very prudish and had been raised that good girls just lay still while the man had sex with them. Even with her prudish ways something about this offer intrigued her. She didn't let on that she was curious about sex and let her husband, friend and sex therapist believe she was just going along with them but secretly Mandie wanted to know what an orgasm felt like and not feel guilty for wondering that. Tom had a way in making her feel comfortable about sex. He casually talked about the enjoyment of sex with Mandie and Bill making Mandie feel it was OK to wonder and explore more about sex and that it wasn't a sin and she wasn't going straight to Hell for thinking of sex. 

Bill was very excited for this sex session. Sex with his wife Mandie had always been so boring and not very fulfilling. She would just lay stiff under him and let Bill do his thing, she believing from her mother that this is what good ladies did. He couldn't believe Mandie even agreed to the sex session but at this point he didn't care why--he was a man with pent up sexual frustration built up from many years of unsatisfactory sex. 

Tom made Mandie and Bill agree once the sex session started both of them had to do whatever Tom said or the sex session wouldn't be beneficial. Both agreed and now found themselves naked with Tom in their house. They watched as Tom undressed in front of them and then he called out for Annie, Mandie's best friend. This surprised the couple they didn't know Annie was going to be involved in the actual sex session. Both Mandie and Bill started to question why he was calling Annie in when Tom turned to them and said "Remember you do whatever I say if you want this sex session" Mandie and Bill didn't protest any further. In walked Annie naked just as Tom shed the last of his clothes. Both Bill and Mandie looked at Annie admiring her beautiful body but not letting on their thoughts. 

Tom had Mandie join him in the middle of the living room while he had Bill and Annie sit on the couch and watch. He turned to Bill and said "I'm going to get rid of your wife's inhibitions by fucking her in front of you and I bet you'll be turned on by it." He then told Mandie to get on her hands and knees and he entered her doggie style. At first Mandie didn't know what to think about this sexual position she had never let her husband do this but then she started to feel this wonderful sensation and found herself thrusting backwards to meet Tom's thrusts. 

As Tom was fucking Mandie hard he looked over at Bill and wasn't surprised to see Bill had a huge hard on. Tom asked Bill if his wife ever let him do this and Bill said no. Tom said well after tonight she'll be begging you to fuck her good. Bill thought he was going to cum just watching his wife enjoy sex for the first time ever. Tom was making grunting sounds from thrusting into Mandie so hard and Mandie was moaning very loudly enjoying the new feeling. He then rolled Mandie over onto her back and started to bring her to an orgasm. Mandie moaned loudly when the orgasm hit her. She couldn't believe how great this feeling was. Tom then pulled out of her and shot his cum all over her tits. He then told Bill to come over and lick the cum off his wife's breasts. Bill obediently licked every drop off his wife's breasts while she lay there in a daze from her first orgasm. 

Tom then told Mandie to go sit on the couch that it was Bill's turn. He told Bill "You're going to fuck Annie now" Bill looked at Tom a little surprised but when he looked at Annie and saw she wasn't embarrassed by this at all and was willingly coming towards him Bill went along with what Tom said. Tom had Annie lay on the floor and told Bill to start fucking Annie. By now Bill's dick was so hard and looking at Annie's beautiful body underneath him he didn't know if he could last more than few strokes before he came. Her pussy was so wet and inviting unlike his wife's. Annie arched up to meet Bill's thrusts and wrapped her legs around Bill. It had been so long since he had felt a woman respond to him sexually he could feel himself getting ready to cum. Tom seeing the look on Bill's face told him to cum a little in Annie but then he also wanted Bill to pull out and shoot some of his cum on Annie's lips and breasts too. Bill did exactly that---he shot a big load in Annie and pulled out and was surprised to see a lot more cum shooting on Annie's lips and tits. He had never cum so much in his life. Annie moaned with pleasure and licked some of Bill's cum off her lips and reached up and kissed Bill with the fresh taste of his cum on her tongue. 

Tom then had Mandie to lick up her husband's cum off of Annie. Bill rolled over and lay there watching as his wife hovered over Annie licking his cum off her lips and then proceeded to lick all the cum off her breasts. Bill couldn't believe after cumming so hard that he was getting hard again but watching his prude wife lick cum off Annie's tits had him getting harder by the second. Annie was moaning with enjoyment as Mandie finished licking her breasts. Then Tom told Mandie to lick and suck her husband's cum out of Annie's pussy. Mandie couldn't believe how much she was enjoying the feel of Annie's skin and the sweetness of her pussy. Hearing Annie moan, enjoying her tongue in Annie’s pussy encouraged Mandie to keep going. Annie started to moan louder and to Mandie's surprise she felt Annie cum and greedily licked up Annie's nectar mixed with Bill's juices. 

Bill eagerly entered Mandie doggie style while watching Mandie suck and lick Annie's clitoris. He was very hard again and knew he could last longer since he'd already cum once. Tom asked Bill if he had ever wanted to try anal with his wife. Bill replied "Hell yes but the prude wasn't even interested in regular sex forget getting her to agree to anal sex." 

Tom told Bill, "Bill today you get to do whatever you want. Would you like to fuck your wife in the ass?" 

Then Tom had Bill pull out of Mandie and spread Mandie's asshole to get ready for his entry. Bill took his dick lubed up from Mandie's juices and thrust in Mandie's ass. Mandie gasped but didn't complain she was so horny nothing was taboo any longer. Bill loved the tight feeling of Mandie's ass and he thrust in and out. He could tell Mandie was enjoying this as well, once her ass had loosen up she began moaning and begging Bill to fuck her harder. Before Mandie or Bill could cum Tom had them stop and told Bill now to fuck Annie's ass. 

Mandie watched Bill enter Annie's ass Tom pulled out a strap-on from his bag and handed it to Mandie. He told Mandie it was now her chance to fuck her husband in the ass. This was something Mandie had never heard of but the thought of being able to fuck her husband in the ass excited Mandie greatly. She continued to watch Bill fuck Annie's ass as she put on the strap-on Tom applied some lube to it and told Mandie "go fuck your husband's ass" 

Bill who was intently fucking Annie hard didn't realize what Mandie was about to do. She rubbed the strap on around Bill's rectum, he still didn't realize what Mandie was about to do until he felt the hard dildo enter his ass. He stopped pumping Annie while Mandie started pumping on his ass. At first Bill wasn't too happy with having something up his ass but as Annie continued to pump, he gradually started to feel a new sensation that made him really hard. He had never experienced his prostate being rubbed to excitement. Moaning very loudly, enjoying this new feeling he went back to pumping Annie's ass. He pulled out of Annie getting ready for the next thrust and push back against his wife’s strap-on. 

Mandie had never heard her husband moaning so much pleasure and this had her pumping Bill's ass harder. Tom seeing all of them now totally uninhibited and enjoying sex with great enthusiasm now entered Mandie from behind. The four of them each in rhythm with each other moans simultaneously filled the room as all orgasmed together. 

As they all lay there on the floor feeling totally sexually satisfied Tom told them if they wanted a second session it would be even better. Mandie and Bill looked at each other and knew their sex life would never be boring again..........



Sex Therapy



"I want to suck your cock."

"What?"

"I want to suck your cock."

"Julie, you're a very attractive girl. But you know that Brenda and me are sort of serious with each other right now."

"I don't want to break up you and Brenda, Peter, even though I think you could do better. I don't want you to fuck me or eat me. I just want to suck your cock. Or maybe I'm saying this wrong. I need to suck your cock."

He looked at me for a moment. "Is this some sort of sorority thing?"

We're standing on campus, out in the open, people moving around but not paying any attention to two people talking. "No. I guess in a way it's a medical thing. I'm not sure how to explain it. I don't really understand it myself. But here goes. You know how people claim marijuana helps with a number of illnesses but the official medical profession doesn't agree? Well this is sort of like that. My brother, Brian, and I were with our parents in Romania when they died in a weird hot air balloon accident and we were in this little village for several days. A dirty little village with no real hotel. Ever since, it's like we've both lost our vitality.

"We've been to doctors and they claim there's nothing wrong with either of us. It's all psychological. But we both know it's more than that. We've had our immune systems checked out. Even tried gamma globulin. We're both just tired all the time, not interested in things. But it's serious. Maybe not deadly but there's something actually wrong with us. Then I discovered that after I gave my boyfriend a blow job, I perked up. It's like there's some sort of life force that I managed to suck out of his penis. I don't think I even need the semen, although I swallow it because maybe that's what's doing it. 

"But hours later, it starts going away and I get all listless again. I've tried several times, even propositioned a complete stranger, and there's no doubt that sucking a cock clears up my problem. I think I need to do at least two cocks a day to stay at the level I'm used to. In fact, what I'd like to do is arrange to do you regularly. Every day maybe, every other day? I'd just as soon not keep propositioning strangers, it's a little scary. 

"Oh, and from what I can understand, it doesn't affect you much. Maybe you feel drained for a little while but guys seem to recover quickly. And I really don't want you to do any quid pro quo, I mean if you ate me, you might suck the life force or whatever it is back out of me. Because Brian has learned that the same thing works for him. After he eats out a girl he's got his pep back. I told him my experience so he's tried it and it works with him getting something from the girl just like I do from a guy. 

"So, how about it? We can just walk over to the woods and it'll only take a few minutes. I can tell by the bulge in your trousers that you want to."

I didn't realize Peter had such a big cock. I have to really stretch to get my mouth around him and I'll never get all of him in me. But maybe bigger means even more of whatever it is for me, which is what I want. Umm. It helps that I actually like this, always have, ever since the first time back in high school. He starts pumping his hips. Boys do that a lot, seem to want to fuck my mouth. I want to suck and suck hard, get everything I can out of him. I hope he doesn't cum too quick, I want to suck all the life out of him that I can.

He's moaning, I can hear him. His big thing actually gets a little stiffer and then here it cums. Lots and lots. I swallow as quickly as I can, almost choking. It's hard to get enough air in through my nose to handle it all. This is the part I don't like so much. Feeling and sucking a really nice cock is sexy. Handling his load means it's almost over. I get a little more out of him, sucking and licking, sort of cleaning him up.

"Thanks," I tell him as I stand back up. I bend over to brush the dirt and leaves off my knees. "I feel a lot stronger all ready."

"Any time." he says back, grinning.

"How about again tomorrow, every day, huh?"He agrees and we decide to meet at this time every day.

I should back up and explain some things. I'm a junior in college, my brother. Brian, is a freshman. My first sex was two years ago when I was a senior in high school. My boy friend at the time and I slowly worked our way through feeling each other to having oral sex then, eventually, real sex, fucking. Once we started we did it a lot, as often as we could manage. Then we broke up. We both found other people. Then more other people. So, up to three months ago, I had had sex with five guys. 

My brother and I always got along fairly well, so when he was a senior in high school and I was a sophomore in college, him eighteen and me twenty, .he talked to me about the problem he was having with girls. His problem was, he wanted to fuck and they didn't. We had talked before so he knew I was active sexually. 

"Brian," I told him, "you have to learn to eat pussy. Every girl loves having her pussy eaten. Even virgins must have heard about it from others and want to experience it. Your eating pussy will set you above the other guys and you'll make out a lot better."

We're both pretty good looking physically. I'm 5'8" tall, weigh 120 pounds, have all the right curves. He's six foot one, weighs about 190 pounds, is in good physical shape from playing sports of all kinds. We're both brown hair, blue to green eyes, even featured with good chins. Maybe not movie star quality but better than average. I've always had guys interested in me and Brian has never had a problem getting that first date.

So, anyway, he asks me a lot about eating a girl. How is the girl built, what does her pussy look like. How does he eat it anyway. So I try and explain it all but he's still concerned that if he tries, he'll just screw it up somehow. 

Finally, I say "Brian, I'll show you. Just show you so you'll know. But remember, this is just to help you out, I'm still your sister." I lift my butt off the couch and slide my panties down. I flip my skirt up, then lay back on the couch and spread my legs, bending my knees up a little so he can see my pussy. I spread myself open and then use my fingers to point out my vagina and my clit. I explain that he just licks everything inside, everything that he can. He can slide a finger into the vagina and also use his tongue and lips on the most sensitive thing, the clit. "And that's how you do it, " I said, starting to sit up and end the lesson.

Well, he's way close, his face just inches from my pussy. He leans forward and starts licking me. I tell him 'no' but he doesn't stop. It feels so great that I tell him 'no' again but move my knees up some to make it easier for him to get at me. Then I'm telling him to get a finger into me, then to slide it in and out while he keeps licking. Then put another finger in, spread me a little wider and move them faster in me. Now get your lips and tongue to my clit. Suck on it. Yeah. I'm holding my pussy lips open through a lot of this. He does everything I say and pretty soon I'm cumming. I push him away then and tell him that if I was his girl friend, that was the time he should shove his cock into her.

He unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. It's gorgeous. Good size, all red and full of blood. Curves up just a little. I'm really ready and for a moment I want that lovely thing in me. Then I jump away and remind him that I'm his sister. I was just trying to help him. He needed to save that thing of his for his girlfriend. I did tell him that he had a great cock though. His girlfriend should love it and that he had done a really good job licking me. His girlfriend should really love that. In my mind, I kept wondering why I was saying no to him, I was really ready to get fucked.

Well it apparently all worked. Over the next weeks he thanked me over and over for showing him how. He also told me that I was sexier than any of the girls in his class and that I actually tasted better than Myrna who was his girlfriend then.

Anyway, I continue to have sex with my boyfriend of the moment and Brian tells me he's succeeded with a second girl. Then a third. He says they must talk to each other because another girl has come onto him. I think he's actually getting more sex than me. 

We both finish school, he graduates high school, I finish my sophomore year in college. My parents decide to take us on a trip to Europe, telling us how much we need to experience more. We visit Paris, then Prague, then down the Danube some, Vienna and then Budapest. It really is interesting. Then we go on a bus with a bunch of tourists like us and a guide and head across country to Romania. We're going to Bucharest with one night somewhere along the way. I can't even spell the name of the town where we have rooms that night, an industrial city I guess from all the factories we passed on our way in. We get there around two in the afternoon.

It turns out that for whatever combination of reasons, my brother and I are to share a room. A room with one bed. The other thing that happens is that there is a hot air balloon near town somewhere and when the guide offers a ride, my parents take him up on it. Brian and I stay at the hotel. 

You have to understand that both Brian and I were used to lots and lots of regular sex and now neither of us had anything for almost four weeks on this long trip. Well, I need a shower. Brian needs a shower. I want to go first, he wants to go first. We both undress quickly, trying to beat the other one. Then we're both naked pushing against one another to be first in the shower. Not fighting, actually laughing about it. The shower is above a drain in the floor with a cloth curtain on a ring that surrounds you as you wash. There's hardly any space at all and we're both up against one another as well as having the wet curtain sticking to us as we try and maneuver around.

He starts washing my breasts, so I wash his chest. What ends up happening is probably all my fault because I then reach down and start washing his cock and balls. He gets really hard and just beautiful so I kiss the head of his cock while I've got my fingers wrapped around it. Then I realize what I'm doing and back off and stand up. Except there's no room so my naked body is actually all against his naked body and I'm still holding on to his cock. He kisses me, puts his arms around me and pulls me even tighter and kisses me. I let go of his cock and hold him tight and kiss him back. I think we're both realizing we've wanted to fuck each other for about a year, ever since I showed him how to eat pussy.

He moves his hands down onto my ass and holds me tight and then lifts me slightly by my butt. My feet leave the floor and I lift my legs to either side of him, sort of wrap them around his hip. His cock, that I'm now holding again, is right at my pussy. I think my moves were almost involuntary, sort of brought on by my strong need for sex, because in a second, his cock is moving up into me. Actually, I'm lowering myself onto it. He steps forward a little, the wet curtain is on my back and then I can feel my back against the wall. He's leaning against me, pressing me to the wall and using his legs and hips to fuck me, pushing his gorgeous cock up into me over and over and over.

I'm amazed we didn't rip the curtain off its ring but I wasn't thinking of that as he fucked me. He didn't last long and came, I could feel him shooting into me. I remember being glad that I'd continued taking my birth control pills all through the trip, out of habit more than out of need. At least until now. We came apart, my feet back on the floor. We actually washed a little bit but not much, turned off the water and toweled off. We never said a word, other than moaning and huffing as we fucked.

I think we then went into a sex frenzy, wanting each other so much. On the bed, I sucked him until he was hard again and we fucked again. I used the bidet and he watched me. We played around feeling each other, he seemed to love the taste of my nipples almost as much as the taste of my pussy, and we fucked again. Fucked for a long time. We lost all track of time. And then someone was pounding on our door. We got something on quickly. It was the guide. The balloon had crashed. Six people were dead, including our parents and another couple on our tour.

It ended up that we had to stay there while the government handled things. Meantime, our guide and the other tourists moved on. We got moved to a little village that was next to where the balloon crashed. We seemed to need to be in the legal area where the accident happened. We're the only Americans there. A few days later some others arrived, relatives of the others that were killed. But we spent three days and nights in a private home, sharing a bedroom. I think they figured we were married, since we had the same last name.

They guy that owned the house spoke English. No one else did. He was apparently either our guide's relative or an associate somehow. He helped us tremendously through some sort of court hearing and then getting all the paper work and legal stuff handled.

It was considered a nice home in that village but it was a very old place, low ceilings, small rooms. I think maybe the walls were mud, I didn't touch them much if I could avoid it. The food was strange. The people were nice, they meant well. But we didn't speak their language and they didn't speak ours The bed clothes were clean, the clothing was clean but the whole little village was dirty. I think the toilet just fed into a tank or something. Some places still had outhouses. 

Brian and I had nothing else to do but have sex a lot. I sucked him a lot, he ate me a lot and we fucked even more often. All night, mid morning, mid afternoon. Just a really lot of sex. Looking back, I think we were either hiding our grief or finding our own way of coping with it. Then the arrangements all got made, we got moved to Bucharest and finally flew back to the U.S. with our parents' coffins. 

When we got home we were both exhausted. We each went to our rooms and slept. When I woke up, I felt different. I could hardly drag myself out of bed. It took me a couple days to just unpack. Brian felt the same. We ate sandwiches or fast food, couldn't bring ourselves to cook. We both went to doctors and tried to find out what was wrong. We certainly didn't have the energy for sex.

My father was an insurance agent. He had lots and lots of insurance of just about every type. It ended up our house got paid off and we have literally several million dollars to pay our way through college and live on. We even won a law suit against the travel company. But we're just tired all the time, have no pep, can barely manage to get meals together and handle washing our clothes and going about living. We both go to doctors over and over and get several tests. Nothing wrong with us. We're not having sex, just don't have the energy. In fact, we finally have time to think about things and tell each other that we were probably fucking when our parents died.

The guy I was dating and fucking before we went on the trip came around a lot. He wanted to have more sex but I just wasn't ever in the mood. Just to humor him, or put him off for a while, I finally gave him a blow job. Probably not the world's best blow job, I was too tired. And as I was sucking his cock I started feeling better. In fact, after he came, I got him hard again and we fucked. I was alive again. The next morning I was back to being tired. So tired it was like life wasn't worth living.

But my friend came back the next day and I sucked him off again. And got my life back again. I sucked him about ten in the morning and by six in the evening I was tired again. I had already wondered about sucking a cock and feeling better. So I dragged myself to a local bar. There was a guy there that looked pretty good, sort of a country kind of guy, a healthy farmer type. I got him out in the parking lot and sucked him off. He had a really good cock, better than my boy friends. And I felt better right away. I even arranged to meet him again the next day.

I told Brian about my experiences. I told him I hadn't tried to suck him because I didn't think he had any pep left to give me but perhaps he should see if eating a pussy could revive him like sucking cock does me. Well, he had a couple girls that had been calling him so he had one come over, took her into his room and ate her. He felt so good he fucked her. But an hour or so later he was tired again. We talked about it and I suggested that maybe he lost almost all his pep back to her when he fucked her, that he should stick to just eating the girls. He tried it and it worked. But like me, it only lasted several hours. For the same reason he's not fucking, I haven't had anyone eat me because I would probably just give back some of the pep that I'd gained by sucking cock.

So we're both in the situation of needing to revive ourselves a couple times a day, three times if we're going to try and stay up late. He seems to have an easier time of getting girls to let him eat them. I think it's up to about six of them now that come around fairly regularly. One even comes over to give him pussy juice for breakfast. She's a cute girl and Brian tells me she suggested that maybe he should also 'suck my titties' and perhaps get even more out of it.

Me, I got back to the farmer twice more but could never really bring myself to explain it all to him. My boy friend seems willing to let me suck him as often as I want. I also let him fuck me. I think maybe I actually get a little pep out of that, too. And then I have Peter that's meeting me daily. I have to admit I love his cock. Not only larger than any other I've had but it seems tastier or something, too. I bet it would feel really good fucking me but then we'd have to meet somewhere other than a few feet into the woods. When bad weather hits we'll have to find another place, too.

So, I go along for a couple weeks using my boy friend and Peter and going to the bar every once in a while and finding another stranger. Then Peter tells me he's broken up with Brenda and wants me to go with him to his dorm room rather than just suck him in the woods. So I go. Fucking him really is terrific. The best I've had. We talk a while and he asks more about everything. I tell him that Brian and I had sex and that we've even decided we were probably fucking when our parents died. Peter says that might be a clue and that I needed to go the a psychiatrist at the school.

So, I've been to the psychiatrist three times. I feel enough better that I've had Brian start going, too. In fact, we have separate appointments and then both of us together seeing her. Yeah, the psychiatrist is a she. The way he looks at her I think Brian's planning on eating her one of these days. He tells me that he suggested it to her and she told him that once he's cured, she'll let him as sort of a graduation gift. And it looks like we're going to be cured. It's all been in our minds rather than a virus or something. It's apparently based on our parents dying and our feeling of being wrong by fucking each other. She tells us we need to get over both things, which likely means that Brian and I can eventually get back to fucking each other when we want to and not feeling guilty about it. It also looks like Peter, now at least twice a day Peter, and I are going to become something steady. At least for awhile. I mean, I'm young yet, there's a lot of life ahead.



Sex Therapy



Today is the first day of the sexual therapy class you've joined. You're very nervous not knowing exactly what to expect but high hopes of gaining better personal knowledge of your sexual self. You pace outside the room getting a feel for who is in there as well and hoping it's a larger crowd so you can hide in the back seeming little in need.

The minutes seem to go by almost like the night will never end. People talking among themselves and others are sitting quietly alone. You wonder why they are all there and if their reasons are the same as yours.

The instructor comes in shortly after 6:00 p.m. "Hello, my name is Stacie. I will be in charge of this class on self-sexual awareness." 

You watch with real interest for her confidence seems high and knowledge beyond what you've known. As you watch her move, you notice a sparkle in her eyes and a slight smile in enjoying what she is doing. You listen to every word she speaks and to the questions others in room ask. But, you can't seem to open up with your own concerns or needs in understanding and stay quiet and shy in appearance.

The weeks go by and you still aren't able to open up and this goes much noticed by Stacie but she seems to see it isn't a good thing to bring up with anyone who seems shy in the classroom. At the end of the last class, she hands out papers. On yours, there is a note letting you know she does private sessions when she feels that approach will help the person more, but unknown to you; you are the only one who receives this note.

The note gives a time and place to meet her for a private session to talk over why it's been so hard for you to open up during the classes. This stays on your mind as the week continues. The session is to be that coming Friday night same time but in a private office across the street from the conference building.

Friday comes but the day feels forever. You wonder how you will face her and what to say to her about your shyness. You arrive early and see her walking in and become nervous and wonder if you should leave but a small thing in the back of your mind reminds you she is not one to judge another by what they know but to help them in how to understand and feel ok sexually alone or with a partner.

You enter the building and find the room. The door is open but you do not see her. Just as you turn to walk out she's there. "Hello, I am glad you showed up." "I've been waiting please come in."

"I normally don't do private session but to couples but you've been very different from others I've had in my classes. I could not let you leave completely without knowing if you gained from them and if not how I can help you more. Let's talk some and see where you are and what we can do for you."

We talk in general terms. You seem shy in talking over how you feel on sexual things. I find it very arousing. As the time goes by, my interest turn from profession to wanting personal knowledge of things sexual with you and you show signs of sexual interests as well.

Taking a chance, I ask if it would help you to have the session become one of acting out the sexual things to know better how it makes you feel doing things with yourself and with a partner. You blush and stutter slightly but agree it could be what you really need since words are hard to come by in your feelings.

"Please, stand up for me." As you do, I slowly unbutton your shirt removing it and placing it over a chair. I undo your pants next starting with the belt, the button, the zipper, and slide them down along with your boxers. I motion you to sit and I remove your shoes, socks, and finish removing the pants and boxers. You're now completely exposed to me.

I kneel in front of you taking off my shirt and skirt; I've already removed my shoes. I do leave on the under cloths for now. You're blushing by this point not sure how to respond knowing your manhood is now very visible and erect.

I stand you up and we are now face to face. "Please let me put this blind fold on you and in your mind let yourself feel what you feel as I do things to you or have you do things to yourself. Make mental notes as you go since after I want you to write them down explaining the feelings. This will be of better help for you it seems than to voice it and is what I know will help you open to the feelings you desire." 

I take your arms and have them placed straight out from your body on the sides. The blind fold on. I use a feather and slowly move it from your left finger tips along your arms, over the shoulders to the back of your neck, and down to the right arm and fingers. From there I move the feather under the arm and along the side of your body, down your legs but only the outsides of them and back up to the side and across your chest softly going around your nipples. I zig zag it around your chest and stomach moving ever so close to your cock. I kneel moving the feather just but the side of your balls and up and down the inside of your legs and finally along the sides of your very hard cock. Circling the cock with feather and around its head you seem to tingle in excitement. I move around to your back and doing the zig zag from your neck down to your butt. I then carefully brush the feather between the butt cheeks and it seems to really excite you more.

I move back in front of you but you're not aware I've removed my inner clothing. I stand in front of you using my finger tips and repeating the motions I did with the feather. As my fingertips go down your chest and stomach, I move them out to the sides of your hips and down as far as they go on to your thighs and back up reaching behind you and moving them around your butt. As I move closer to do this, your body senses mine is now naked, my nipples are hard next to your body, I feel your arms want to give in to holding me but I stop you and have you keep your arms out.

I remove the blind fold and let you know to watch me. I again move my fingers down your chest and stomach but this time one moves slightly to the side and under your balls just between your legs and massage the area while the other one takes your cock and slowly strokes it and at times taking the hand palm in towards the cock pushing it again my stomach and stroking it, then stepping back a bit with it still stroking but coming up from the bottom of the cock in a twisting motion and massaging your balls now too.

I step back and take your hands and place them on your cock and you seem to know to do the same motions. I keep helping to show you ways to move your hand around your cock as we both stroke together without missing a beat. You seem to get weak in the knees so I have you kneel down and lean forward resting your head in your palms and spreading your legs.

I move behind you and massaging your butt and gently moving my finger tip over your anal hole then down between your leg and slightly touching around your balls and with my other hand stroking your cock more. I ask if you've tried any toys anally and you admit you have and give permission for me to use some. I first take the anal beads and insert them slowly one by one till there's just the end left out and turning the stroking of your cock over to you again and watch as I slowly slide the beads in one by one then out one by one repeating this till the last is removed each time. While inserting and removing the beads, I watch you as you stroke your cock and play with your balls. You move to your back and lift your legs up for better stroking and for my eyes to see you as I still insert and remove the beads. After several times doing this and seeing you close to climax. I stop.

In seeing the intense reactions, I decide to try a vibrating plug. I take a vibrator and move it around your stomach, sides of your cock and under your balls while the vibrating plugs are still inserted. I take my time moving the vibrator around your hard cock and massaging it with my other hand as the plug continues to vibrate in you. After some time, I remove the vibrating plug and insert the other vibrator very slowly in and out till you're relaxing with the motions. I have you start stroking your cock your way and playing with your balls as I move the vibrator in and out of you. I help you when I feel I want to in stroking your cock. Watching you as I use the vibrator I become more turned on. You have ways of your own in using your hands on yourself that's pleasing to see. You seem to be coming close to climax so I stop and make you stop.

I have you sit back in the chair and have you use some ice massaging it along your cock and balls as I get another vibrator and sit back against my desk. I slowly move it around my nipples and down to my pussy and have you watch as I use it on myself while you continue using the ice. The site of you watching me and me watching you is so intense. I can see you're longing for my touch as much as I long for yours but we keep going cause it pleasures us in what we see in each other.

After some time of doing this, I stop and take you over to the couch in my office. There I lay down and hand you the vibrator to use on me as I begin to lick around your cock and balls. Then sucking the cock in my mouth and slowly moving up very slightly using my teeth. As I lick and suck on you, you are using the vibrator and alternating eating my pussy, licking and sucking on the clit and around the opening of my pussy and with the other hand you play with my nipples.

We both feel near climaxing but aren't ready to give in. I sit up and move down in front of the couch with you and leaning forward and asking you to move behind me. You enter me doggie style and it feels so good. You've asked to use the vibrator on yourself as well. With one hand holding the vibrator in you anally you holding my body and moving in and out of my pussy and I feel you getting harder by the minute.

We climax together very hard but find we don't want to stop and with you still hard we continue working with toys for you and in positions together ending with me on top riding you hard as you suck on my nipples and we again climax together.

On the following Monday, I find an envelope left by you with details on things you felt and things you would like to relive. In it you ask for more private lessons. I get your number and set up another session. There's never to much in learning how you feel or how things feel together.



Sex Therapy & Creampies



Peter fixed his wife a drink, and one for himself, and then sat down next to her on their couch. He was feeling both nervous and excited, it was a big step they were taking and he hoped it was going to restore the spark to their marriage.

"Nervous honey?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I'm looking forward to it," replied Lillian. "They should have been here already, I hope they didn't get lost."

He didn't think so, in fact, he thought they might be coming a little late purposely to increase the tension and excitement. Thinking back to their meeting the week before, Mistress Rachel had seemed very professional and efficient. She was a sex therapist, and their marriage counselor had referred them to her, and she seemed to completely understand what they were going through and how to re-ignite their libidos.

During the meeting she had asked very pointed questions regarding their sexual likes and dislikes, what they had tried together, and what they might like to try. When the subject of fantasies had come up Peter had shyly told her about how he would like to try a three way with Lillian and another woman. His wife had never shown an interest in that, but it was a very strong urge, which he didn't want to deny.

Mistress Rachel had listened to them both, and told them that she would certainly be able to help them. She went over the contract, and explained that if they were not completely satisfied that all of their money would be refunded. It seemed too good to pass up, their counselor had said she was the best in the business, and they did want very badly to break out of the rut they were in. They set up the session for the following week, and she said she would arrive at 8:00 PM, along with two assistants. 

At 8:20 the doorbell rang, and Lillian nearly dropped her drink. Peter took in a deep breath and said "Ready sweetie? It's too late to back out now."

"I'm ready if you are sugar, let's have some fun."

Peter opened the door, and Mistress Rachel strode in followed by two men. She had on a full-length leather jacket, and high heel black boots that disappeared under the coat. Peter was surprised that she bought two men, immediately disappointed that his three-way wasn't going to materialize that evening. Mistress Rachel told the two men to go sit on the couch until they were needed.

"Hello Peter," she said to him. "Are you all set for tonight? Has your cock been getting hard all week anticipating all kinds of nasty fun? Did you play with yourself thinking about what was going to happen? How many times did you cum? Come on, tell us," her stern gaze bored into him.

He blushed and looked at his feet. It was true; he'd been masturbating everyday since signing the contract. He couldn't wait for tonight, and every time he thought about his fantasy of Lillian and another woman he'd found himself in the bathroom jerking off.

"Well, I did do it a couple of times." He looked at Lillian and tried to smile, but he was so bright red that Lillian just laughed.

"I had no idea," Lillian said. "Why didn't you come to me, I would have helped you out."

"And that's the whole problem right there," said Mistress Rachel. "It's always about Peter, and what Peter wants. Well, we're going to address this situation tonight."

She slipped off her coat and revealed a stunning outfit. Her boots were thigh high, and she had on a black leather bustier that was tied up the front with crossing laces. It barely held her tits in, they were pushed up and you could almost see her nipples poking out of the top. She had matching leather panties that were absolutely painted on. She was a tall woman, and the heels put her over 6 feet, her head was crowned with flowing chestnut hair. Peter felt his cock grow stiff.

She turned to Lillian and looked her up and down. "You didn't masturbate at all, did you? When's the last time you had your hand in your panties? You don't even remember, do you?"

Now it was Lillian's turn to be red faced. "I, I don't know," she stammered.

"Just as I thought, I see I have my work cut out for me. Now, I want you both to strip down for me, let's see what we are working with here."

Peter and Lillian both looked over at the two men seated on the couch, reluctant to disrobe in front of them.

"Don't be shy in front of John and Derek, you're both going to get to know them quite well," said Mistress Rachel.

Peter quickly stripped down to his underwear, and then paused. He felt really strange to be undressing in front of the strangers. Mistress Rachel he could deal with, but the men made him feel embarrassed. He looked to Mistress Rachel as Lillian pulled off her clothes.

"I told you to strip down," she said evenly "and I meant all the way. Get your cock out or I'll have John and Derek help you get it out."

Peter looked to Rachel, who was now slowly lowering her panties. She glanced at the men, then stepped out of the panties and stood naked in front of Rachel. Peter shrugged and stripped off his underwear. His cock hung between his legs, and he tried to covered it with his hands.

Rachel looked them each up and down with appraising eyes. Lillian was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with heavy breasts and nice voluptuous curves. Her ass was well rounded, and firm, her hair almost the same color as Rachel's. Peter stood about 5 feet 10, and had a medium build, with blonde hair.

"Very nice, I want to see how that cock looks hard though. Peter, why don't you show us how you were masturbating this week. Get it hard for us."

Lillian smiled; this was going to be interesting she thought. She'd never seen Peter masturbate, but knew that he did, like all men. She was very curious and turned to watch.

"I don't think I can with them watching," he said to her. Maybe they can go in the other room for a few minutes?"

"Maybe you can do what I tell you to, or you can get punished," she replied. "If you really want to help your marriage you will do what I say when I say it. If not it's going to go badly for you. Now, get that cock hard!"

Peter didn't know what she meant by "go badly for you" and he didn't want to know. He reached down and took hold of his dick. He closed his eyes and started to gently massage it, touching with the tips of his fingers. He felt relief as his cock responded and started to grow in his hand. He spread his legs a little and moved his hand down to his balls, gently touching them, starting to really enjoy the sensation of touching himself in front of everyone. 

Lillian stared, watching her husband rubbing his cock. She started to feel more aroused than she had in years, it was so erotic to be naked in front of three strangers, and she felt her pussy start to tingle.

"That's very good Peter, but that's enough. I wouldn't want you to cum yet; you've got quite a long evening ahead of you. Now, during your interview you had expressed an interest in a three way with Lillian and another woman. That seemed pretty selfish to me, did you ever ask her if she would like a three way with you and another man?"

Peter looked at her and said, "No, I wouldn't want that."

"You wouldn't want that, but you'd want her to do it for you? That's not right, if you ask for something you need to be willing to do it yourself, that's how trust in marriage is built."

Peter thought for a moment and couldn't find an argument. He knew it wasn't fair, but he wanted to make it with two women. He realized his fantasy was going out the window. "I read your file from the marriage counselor, and I know how to turn this around. You've always been thinking of yourself during sex, never about Lillian's needs. She says she only has an orgasm about once a month, if that. That's why John and Derek are here. You're going to learn how to properly service a woman, and you're going to learn how a woman services a man. If you learn your lessons well, perhaps sometime in the future you can have that three way you seem to want so badly. Now, let's get started, John, Derek, come over here and take off your clothes."

John and Derek quickly rose from the couch and disrobed. John was about 6 feet tall, brown hair, and a lean muscular build. Derek was a little shorter, not quite as muscular, and had sandy blonde hair. They walked over to Mistress Rachel, their cocks hanging flaccid.

"Lillian, I want you to teach Peter how to suck a cock. Show him how to use his mouth and tongue, how to really get it hard and ready for fucking. Peter, you do exactly what Lillian does, listen to her instructions and feel free to ask questions if you need to."

Lillian looked at Peter, a big smile on her face. Her pussy was really tingling now. "Are you ready honey? Just do what I do and you'll be fine. Remember, this is to help our marriage."

Lillian knelt down in front of John, and motioned Peter to do kneel in front of Derek. She gave him a side-glance and then reached out with her tongue and flicked it across the tip of John's cock. She looked back to Peter to watch him do the same.

Peter hesitantly stuck his tongue out, and then quickly licked the tip of Derek's hanging dick.

"See! That wasn't so hard honey, now try this." Lillian reached out again with her tongue, and gently licked John's balls. She ran her tongue under them, and as she did John's cock started to grow. She continued licking the balls, and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft, which bought John to full hardness. She stopped again to watch Peter.

He looked at the cock with distaste. "I don't think I can do it, it feels gross."

Mistress Rachel stepped up behind him. "I think you can do it Peter, maybe you just need an incentive." She knelt behind him and reached around to grasp his cock with her hand. "Now, I'm going to masturbate you as you suck. I want you to do it just as Lillian did, just close your eyes and think about how good your cock feels and how happy you are making Lillian."

She made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, and started to slowly slide up and down Peter's manhood. He groaned and leaned in towards Derek's dick. His tongue came out as Rachel tightened the circle, and he started licking Derek's scrotum. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls, weighing them, and Peter's tongue moved up to Derek's shaft. Derek was quickly growing hard, and Rachel whispered in his ear "Take the whole shaft into your mouth, I want to see you suck it."

She moved her hand back up to the head of his cock, which was starting to drip quite a bit of pre-cum. She covered her palm with it and then started to vigorously jerk him off. Peter grunted, and slid Derek's dick into his mouth. As Rachel jerked him faster, he sucked harder. Just as he felt his balls rise up in anticipation of coming, she released him.

"Very good Peter. You can take the cock out of your mouth now, that was an excellent job. Lillian, did you like watching your husband sucking on a dick?"

"Yes, I didn't know it could be so exciting. My pussy is really starting to get wet now."

"Good, because it's time for it to get fucked. Why don't you get down on all fours, and we'll have Derek do the honors, we wouldn't want to waste his hard-on after Peter went to all that trouble."

Lillian obeyed, and quickly positioned herself on the floor. John gave her a pillow so that she could rest her elbows and lower her head. This also allowed her to spread her legs very wide, so that her pussy was lewdly displayed. Derek knelt down behind her and began by wiping his wet cock up and down her labia lips.

"Ohhhhh, that feels really good," purred Lillian. "I feel so slutty like this, but I really like it." She swayed her hips back and forth, and Derek slipped the head of his cock past her pussy lips. Lillian let out a groan and Derek leaned forward and allowed his dick to slide all the way in to the hilt. Lillian rocked back, trying to stuff it even deeper.

"Peter, come around here so you can see the proper way to fuck Lillian," said Rachel. "See how deeply it's in her? Now, watch as Derek starts to fuck slowly, see how he pulls back, almost all the way out? Notice how he grabs her hips when he goes back in? That's allowing him to fuck just a little bit deeper with each stroke because he can pull her right up to his hips."

They continued to watch the fucking for about 5 minutes, and Lillian's pussy was beginning to make a sploshing sound with each stroke.

"That's the sound we've been waiting for, her cunt is very wet now. Peter, this will be educational for you, I want you to eat her out now so that you learn how an excited pussy tastes."

Derek drove in one more time, then pulled out, accompanied by a loud "Sluurrrpp." Lillian moaned, and he wiped his slick cock on her labia lips again, and as he pulled away a stream of wet fuck juice hung between his dick and her pussy, seemingly reluctant to let him go.

"Lillian, stay in that position, I want him to eat you from behind just like you got fucked. Peter, get down behind her and start by licking the outside of her cunt. It looks like a lot of wetness is spread all over, you need to clean that up before you get to taste inside."

Peter knelt behind his wife, and she spread her legs even wider, offering up her wet twat for his tongue. Her pubic hair was pressed down from all the moisture, and her lips were puffy from the fucking. He thought that Lillian's pussy had never looked better. He stretched his head forward and licked all around her, eliciting little squeals from her.

"That's it Peter, now you're getting it! How does it taste?" asked Rachel.

"It's a little salty, and the texture is slippery. It's also very warm, almost hot," he replied and returned to licking her. He ran his tongue down to her clit, and Lillian cried out and reached back to spread her pussy for him. This opened her up quite wide, and Peter could smell the aroma of the freshly fucked hole as he licked. He reached down and touched his cock, it was rock hard and soaking wet. He longed to shove it in her and let loose his cum.

"I see your touching yourself, that's good. Lillian, he likes to play with himself when he eats your pussy, what do you think of that?"

"Ohhhhh God, I think that makes me even hornier," she replied. "Can you have him fuck me with his tongue?"

Rachel told Peter to stick his tongue up Lillian's cunt. As he did she held the back of his head, and Lillian started to grind and rock her hips back, so that Peter's face was smeared with her juices. His tongue would dart in and out, lapping up as much as he could get, one hand still massaging his hardness.

"Ok, that's enough for now," announced Rachel. "Lillian, how would you like to play with two cocks at once?"

Lillian smiled. "I think I'd like that very much, can I pick which two?"

"Absolutely, whichever you like. Why don't you boys all line up so Lillian can compare?"

John and Derek got on either side of Peter, and they all had very large erections. Lillian stood in front of them, appraising each cock.

"Well, let's see…I've sucked on this one already," she said as she felt John's and then slid her hand down over his balls. "And of course I'm familiar with this one in the middle. Lastly, we have this one on the end that gave me such a nice fucking." She took hold of Derek with both hands and gave his dick a quick massage. Derek groaned and spread his legs allowing her to handle his balls better. 

"Oh, that was thoughtful, I'll take this one and….Peter's. Can we move into the bedroom? I think I might need the bed in a little while." She didn't wait for an answer, but grabbed both Peter and Derek by the cocks and marched to the bedroom, Rachel and John followed closely behind.

Lillian sat on the bed, oblivious to the wet patch that her pussy was going to leave on the bedspread. "Now, why don't you two face each other so I can better see these cocks, hands behind your backs." Peter turned so that he and Derek were facing, their cocks standing at attention and both very wet. 

She took one in each hand, and moved them closer, and then touched the tips of their dicks together. Their mutual wetness made them very slippery, and Lillian moved them in circles, sliding them back over each other, up and down each other's shafts. Peter groaned, and pre-cum began flowing from him. Lillian bought her fingers to her lips, tasting their juices, and returned to her ministrations. She leaned forward, and took each one in her mouth, licking them up and down, playing with their balls. Then, she pressed the two cocks together, and opening her mouth wide took them both in at once.

Peter felt like he was going to explode right there, the feel of his cock pressed against another one, sliding in his wife's mouth was almost too much. His knees started to buckle, and he said "God, oh fuck, yeah baby…yeah…I'm going to…"

"That's enough!" shouted Rachel. "Don't let him cum yet! He still has a lesson or two before we can let that happen."

Lillian had stopped sucking them, and sat back on the bed. Peter still stood facing Derek, trying to get himself under control. They all watched as his cock twitched, just on the verge of cumming, and then he sighed as he felt the urge pass.

"Good control Peter, you're learning. Masturbators have better control of themselves during sex, so at least all that practice during the week paid off. Now, let's watch Lillian get fucked some more, shall we? Lillian, your pussy seems very open and ready, let's see if we can't stuff two cocks up your twat at the same time."

Lillian's eyes grew wide, "I saw that in a movie once, I always wanted to try it myself."

"Well honey, now's your chance," replied Rachel. "Derek, you sit on the edge of the bed, that's it. Lillian, you face him and straddle his legs, now lower yourself onto his cock."

Lillian moaned as Derek's member slid up her wet cunt. It went all the way in, and she wrapped her arms around him and French kissed him, and began to bounce up and down. She was really enjoying getting fucked.

"Now, Derek, lay back on the bed, and Lillian you lean forward over him and spread yourself as much as possible so that John has some room to get in you. Be careful so that Derek doesn't slip out while John's getting in. Peter watched in fascination as his wife did what Rachel told her too. John got behind, his knees on the edge of the bed, and ran the end of his cock up Derek's balls to his shaft, and used it as I guide to get into Lillian's pussy. He carefully nudged into her full pussy, slowly allowing her to loosen up enough to accept his dick. When he got the tip past her lips, she relaxed, and he slid in all the way, his and Derek's cocks pressed together in that delightful hot wet squeeze.

"Oh my God, I'm so fucking full," Lillian said in a deep husky voice. "It's so fucking tight and feels so fucking goooooood." John had leverage and began rocking back and forth, and that proved too much for Lillian. "Oh FUCK I'm going to cum! Yes, yes, fuck me deep FUCK I'M CUMMING NOW!!! OH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!" she shouted as her pussy clamped the two cocks together like a vise. John moaned as she started to buck, and he could feel Derek's cock pressed against his and he cried out as he too started to climax. The feel of two people cumming made John grab Lillian by the hips and shove his cock in as deeply as he could, and then his manhood started to spurt it's load into the hot wet full cunt too. 

"Oh my, that was entertaining," said Rachel. "Did you like watching Lillian get fucked like a whore Peter? I see your playing with yourself again, so I guess that's my answer."

John pulled out, cum dripping from him onto Lillian's cunt and ass. She moaned and rolled off Derek, then lay back on the bed, exhausted and dripping cum from her still wide-open snatch.

"Look at that wet nasty mess Peter," Rachel said. "Would you like to fuck that? It would be really slippery in there, wet and hot too. In fact, I'm wondering if there's even enough room for you to put your cock in there with all that cum. Lillian, do you think there's any room for Peter's cock."




Sex Therapy & Creampies



"I don't think so, I'm very full. It's dripping out and down the crack of my ass. Maybe I should freshen up a little first."

"No need for that Lillian, I'm sure Peter will do the honors. Peter, why don't you clean her up a little before you fuck her, you ate her out so well before, I'm sure you can manage it again. Derek, would you get my strap-on cock from the inner pocket of my coat for me? I'm going to fuck Peter while he eats Lillian."

Derek left and quickly returned with a latex dildo attached to a harness. Peter watched in anticipation as Derek helped Rachel fasten the straps around her legs and hips. When they were done Rachel stood there in her boots and bustier, with an erection protruding from her crotch. Derek began smearing it with K-Y jelly, which Rachel had also bought along.

"Do you like me with a cock Peter? I hope so, you're going to get to know this cock quite intimately. Now, Lillian, you lay back on the edge of the bed, that's it, pull your knees up so the cum doesn't run out too much. Now, Peter, you get on all fours so you can eat her."

Peter got down in front of his wife's cummy pussy. Her cunt was still stretched from the double fucking she received, and her lips and pubic hair were splattered with jism. She radiated an aroma of sex, and he found himself almost uncontrollably excited at the thought of eating her as Rachel fucked him.

Rachel knelt behind him and he felt her position the dildo carefully on his asshole. "Now just relax," she said. "I want you to lick her as I slide this in."

Peter took a deep breath, and ran his tongue over Lillian's sopping mound. She tasted wonderful, salty, sweaty, wet, and a little sweet all at the same time. As he licked her again he felt the dildo spread his anus and enter him. He groaned and attempted to relax as Rachel pushed in deeper, the sensations making him want to cum badly.

"Fuck yourself on my cock Peter," she said. "I like to see men do it to themselves, once it's in they always seem to enjoy it."

She held herself still, and Peter started to rock back and forth, going forward until just the end was in him, and then pushing back against Rachel's hips so that the cock was pushed all the way in. With each stroke Rachel would slap his ass, calling him her slut, which further raised his excitement level.

Lillian lay on the bed, holding her knees up with her pussy spread. She craned her neck up to watch as Peter got fucked, and she felt her own orgasm building again as he alternated between eating her and sliding back on the dildo. "God, that is getting me so hot again, it's so horny watching you get fucked honey, God eat me harder!"

"You heard her Peter, bury your face in her messy cunt," said Rachel.

Peter needed no further urging, he locked his lips to her pussy lips, and Lillian let go of her knees and pressed his head vigorously into her wet hole. Rachel had the dildo all the way in him, and she reached around him and grasped his cock, and started to rhythmically stroke it.

Peter gave a muffled moan, and Lillian held his face in her pussy, feeling his tongue delve deeply into her nether region. 

"Oh Peter! It feels so fucking good! God, I think I'm going to cum soon. God, I'm going to cum right in your face baby, UH UH UH I'M CUMMING NOW!!!"

Rachel's fingers quickly grasped Peter hard at the base of his cock, she squeezed, effectively preventing him from his own orgasm as Lillian held his face firm against her pussy, grinding hard against him as her cunt spasmed and squirted the cum and her own new cum juices on him. She came for what seemed like minutes, and Rachel maintained the stifling grip on him.

Finally, Lillian sobbed and released Peter from her grip. She lay back, trembling from the force of her amazing orgasm, her arms and legs weak and limp.

Rachel, still with the cock in Peter's ass and the grip on his dick, got Peter up off the floor. "I think your finally ready to fuck her Peter, are you ready?"

"I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it," he joked as he licked his lips.

Rachel laughed and said "I'm going to stay in you while you do it, now let's get on top of her." Lillian managed to move back onto the bed a bit more, and Peter and Rachel climbed on. She still had a hold of his cock, and being careful not to let the dildo slip out of his ass she guided him into Lillian's open sticky slit. It slid in easily with a satisfying "Shluucckkk" sound. 

Peter started fucking and grinding, and Rachel used the same movements behind him, reflecting what he did. He looked into Lillian's eyes, and saw they were once again filled with lust. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, her tongue entering his mouth and exploring, tasting the remnants of her own orgasm from moments before. Peter responded, and ground deeply into her, and felt Rachel do the same to him. He felt his orgasm approach, and began bucking between Lillian's pussy, and Rachel's strap-on cock.

"Oh fuck, oh baby, I'm cumming now, I'M CUMMING HARD RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" he shouted as his balls clenched and his cock sprayed inside her hot wet pussy. Rachel had hold of his hips, and was pushing into him as hard as she could as he collapsed into his wife's arms, Lillian hugging him tightly and covering his face with kisses.

He couldn't move as Rachel deftly exited him, Lillian held onto him enjoying the feel of his fatigued body lying on top of her.

John and Derek applauded the show, thanked both Peter and Lillian, and went into the living room to get dressed.

Rachel sat down on the bed next to them, and stroked Peter's ass. "I think that went well tonight, we definitely made some progress. Not bad at all for a first session, you both are able to take instruction and I think you learned some valuable tools to keep your marriage working. Do you have any questions?"

Peter grunted a "no," and Rachel looked to Lillian.

"Can we maybe have two sessions a week?" she asked. "I think we can learn twice as fast that way, what do you think honey?" she said to Peter as she laughed and slapped his ass.

Rachel laughed and then noticed Lillian's eyes growing wider. "Oh, I think I have his answer, guess who's getting hard again!" she said as she felt Peter's cock growing inside her.

Rachel turned on her heel and looking over her shoulder said "That's what I like to hear, I'll see you on Wednesday night then."



Sex Therapy with Dr. Bank Ch. 1



My grandmother had just passed away, I had recently changed jobs and was under a lot of stress working 75-80 hours a week and I hadn’t been with a woman in quite some time. I was depressed. I was 25 years old and I felt like my life was over. I wanted to die. Fortunately, my friends and family noticed what was going on and got me some help. Help came in the form of the beautiful and sexy Dr. Bank. God was she gorgeous. I’ll never forget the first day I walked into her office. My spirits were lifted almost immediately.

“So what seems to be the problem today?” 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I no longer have a reason to live.” 

“That’s so sad. Why do you feel like that? From what I can see from here, you have a lot going for you. You’re quite good looking. Do you workout?”

“Yeah, I workout. But it doesn’t do me any good. I’ve lost all interest in sex.” 

Even as I said this, I couldn’t help but notice that Dr. Bank had very large, perfectly shaped breasts. She was wearing a tight blouse that accentuated their fullness and shapeliness. She was a thin woman. Mid 30s. Curly dark brown hair that was partially draped over her shoulder, ending just above her nipples. 

“Oh, that’s a sign of a major depression. We need to get you on some medication right away.”

After discussing the different drugs available and the potential side effects, we decided to go with Effexor. 

“Now, this drug can have some sexual side effects. So you be sure to call me right away if you notice anything different.”

“Thanks, doctor. I’m feeling better already,” I said as I left her office. As I turned to close the door behind me, I spotted her therapy couch. It looked quite comfortable and I couldn’t help but think how much I’d enjoy fucking Dr. Bank on it one day. 

About a month went by and the Effexor appeared to be working. I was starting to feel much better and found myself regaining interest in sex. I started fantasizing almost everyday about Dr. Bank. But then I made a horrible and extremely scary discovery. I couldn’t come. Not a drop. I could get as erect as a 2x4 but I couldn’t discharge any of my manly fluids. After a few very scary minutes, I remembered that Dr. Bank had warned me about this. I called her office immediately and made an appointment for the next morning. 

I arrived at Dr. Bank’s office before her receptionist. Dr. Bank was just putting on a pot of coffee as I walked in. She had her back turned to me and I couldn’t help but stare at her lovely ass. She dropped a napkin on the floor and as she bent over at the waist to pick it up, her skirt rode up on her ass a little, exposing enough of her flesh to get me immediately erect. 

“Good morning, Dr. Bank,” I called. 

I startled her and she jumped a little. She turned towards me and clasped her hand across her large chest. 

“Oh, good morning,” she replied. “You gave me quite a fright just then.”

“I’m sorry. Am I early?”, I asked. “Should I leave and come back?”

“Oh no, don’t be silly. Sally, my receptionist called in sick. So I’m just a little razzed this morning. Come on in into my private office so we can talk.”

I followed her lead. At the time, I couldn’t be certain but I could have sworn she wiggled her ass at me. What happened next would prove that she had much more than wiggling her ass in store for me. 

“So, you said on the phone that you’ve been experiencing some side effects. Can you describe for me exactly what happened?”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure how to say this. It’s quite embarrassing. But I can’t…umm…. Ejaculate.”

“Hmmm, quite interesting. How long have you been on the medicine?”

“About a month.”

“And when did you first notice the problem?”

“Yesterday. I called your office right away. I was very scared.”

“Understandably so. And were you with a woman when this happened?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. I was…umm…. Pleasuring myself.”

“You were masturbating? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“And this had never happened before?”

“No.”

“Well, it certainly could be the medicine. But we usually like to see more than just one occurrence of the side effect before we starting altering the medication regiment. Especially when talking about masturbation, it could have been any number of factors. You could have been preoccupied, it may have been too hot or too cold in the room, or maybe what you were fantasizing about just wasn’t enough to get you off.”

“Oh, that definitely wasn’t the problem.” 

God, just hearing her talk about masturbation was making me horny. 

“Would you mind masturbating for me now?”

Stunned, I replied, “I’m sorry?”

“Masturbate for me so I can make a better diagnosis of the situation.”

“Right here and now? In front of you?”

“If you don’t mind. I really need to closely monitor the situation personally in order to rule out any other causes. I have some Playboys and maybe a Penthouse or two if you’d like.”

“Yes. That would be great.”

She opened up one of her desk drawers and pulled out an obviously well-read copy of the March 1999 Playboy. 

“Here. This is one of my favorite issues. The centerfold has an absolutely gorgeous body.”

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them and my underwear down to my ankles. I was naked from the waist down. I thought I heard Dr. Bank gasp but when I looked up she appeared to be composed and acting very professionally. 

“Go ahead, whenever you are ready.”

I started flipping through the pages, looking at the pictures and reading some of the cartoons. But my mind was obviously distracted and it was hard to concentrate. Here I was about to masturbate in front of this gorgeous woman. But her only interest in me was for medical evaluation. I started stroking my cock, slowly but rhythmically. But I couldn’t get erect. I was too freaked out about what I was doing. 

“Are you not capable of getting an erection?”

“No. I can get erect. At least I could yesterday. I’m just a bit nervous, I guess.”

“There’s no need for that. Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you?”

“Well, you could leave the room,” I deadpanned.

“No. Sorry. I need to watch. But here, let’s see if this doesn’t help ‘put you in the mood’.” 

She started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly. She unbuttoned the top four buttons and pulled her shirt open. I could see she was wearing a black lace bra. Her tits were fighting to break free of the constraints. I prayed that they would win their battle. 

“Does that help?”

Unable to speak, I nodded my head slowly. I picked up the pace with which I stroked my cock. Finally, it started to come alive and began to grow as my hand pumped up and down at a faster and faster pace. 

“Oh, progress. So good to see. Would you like some more help?”

“Oh yeah,” I grunted. But I’m not sure if it was in response to her question or a verbalization of the immense pleasure I was feeling. 

Dr. Bank undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and removed it. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Slowly, she slid the bra straps down her shoulders until finally her magnificent tits were free. They exploded from their constraints with tremendous force. They looked like car air bags going off in the split second after a hard impact. 

“Oh my God, they’re so beautiful!” 

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. What do you have there? About seven inches?” 

“More like nine. Maybe you need to take a closer look.”

“Yeah, maybe I should. I need to study your mechanics to see if they could be causing the problem.”

Dr. Bank kneeled down in front of me and moved her head to within a few inches of my rock-hard cock. I could feel her warm breath blowing on it. 

“You’re right. It does look much bigger down here. Do you feel any sensation like you’re about to come?”

“No. Nothing at all. I could do this all day and nothing would happen.”

“Try loosening your grip and alternating your pace between fast strokes and slow ones. Here, let me show you.”

Dr. Bank grabbed my cock. Her hand was cold and the sensation jolted throughout my entire body. She started pumping my cock up and down. God, it felt so good! I thought I was going to pass out from too much pleasure. 

“Anything?”

“Nothing. But please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“So your capable of enjoying the sensation of me giving you a blow job. But you still can’t ejaculate. Very interesting. Let’s try advanced therapy.”

Suddenly, she slipped my cock into her mouth. Oh God, if I didn’t come in that instant, I wasn’t going to come at all. But I wasn’t about to tell her that. She seemed intent on exploring my problem to its farthest reaches. 

She gave an excellent blow job. She could take almost the entire nine-inches into her mouth. A couple of times I heard her gag reflex kick in but she didn’t let that stop her. She continued to slide my pole in and out of her mouth. She rolled her tongue all around my cock, licking the entire shaft over and over again. She pulled it out of her mouth and blew lightly on the tip of my penis. She then took just the tip back into her mouth and sucked on just it. I was delirious with pleasure but still felt no signs that I was about to come. And I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to drop a huge load all over her face and on those big, fat titties. 

“Still nothing?”

“Nope. Nada.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. I’ve given a lot of blow jobs in my time and I’ve never had this much trouble getting a guy to come.”

She paused for a few seconds, she seemed worried. 

“Well, I’ve never done this with a patient before. But I really want to find out if you’re truly incapable of producing semen. I want you to fuck me.”

I thought to myself, “I must be dreaming.” But I knew I wasn’t. The sensations were all too real. And besides, I could see her right there in front of me. I didn’t need to pinch myself. Besides, if I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up. Instead, I reached out and pinched her tit. 

“I’ll take that as a yes?” she cooed. 

“Oh baby, you bet ya I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you until the cows come home.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for. But remember, there’s nothing personal between us. I’m just a doctor performing a routine physical examination. That’s all.”

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe she was being so cool and impersonal about this. Then she started laughing. 

“Oh come on, big boy. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course I like you or I wouldn’t let you fuck me. I’d have you fuck a fucking blow up doll or something. But you’re hung like a horse and I’ll enjoy this immensely.” 

She unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. She was wearing black lace panties that matched her bra perfectly. Soon, they joined the bra on the floor next to her desk.

She leaned back against her desk, propping her ass cheeks up on the leather edge. I walked over to her and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. My hands massaged her tits. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I slowly started moving down her body, paying close attention to every detail of her gorgeous body. I wanted to kiss every single inch of it. 

Finally, my mouth arrived at her breasts. She had long, thin nipples. They looked like tiny missiles ready for war. My mouth quickly won the battle, covering them as if to protect the free world. If they were going to launch free of her body, they weren’t going anywhere besides my mouth. I sucked on one tit then the other. Moving back and forth rapidly, as if not to get bored with one by spending too much time on it. 

My mouth and hands continued to explore the rest of her body. As my mouth examined her tits, my hand found its way to her pussy. I pushed open her thighs and began to rub her vaginal lips. I quickly inserted a finger deep inside of her and began to explore the inner crevices that formed her womanhood. She began to moan. Worried that somebody in the waiting room might hear us, I raised my other hand to her mouth and stuck a finger inside. She sucked on it as if it were a miniature cock. I started fingering her more furiously than before. She began panting uncontrollably. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me now,” she pleaded. 

I was more than ready to comply. I stood back up and scooped her into my arms. I carried her over to her therapy couch and my mind raced back to that first visit to her office and the thoughts that had run through my head. 

I laid her down gently on the white fabric. The couch was long and comfortable. I grabbed a couple of pillows off the matching loveseat. I placed one behind her head and the other underneath her ass. I knelt down beside the couch and reached over and gave her a passionate kiss. My hands once again found their way to her tits. 

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked. 

“Oh God, yes.”

“Are you really sure?” I continued to tease her. “Doesn’t this violate some sort of doctor-patient relationship?”

“Just shut up and fuck me!” 

I climbed on top of her. Our lips locked in ecstasy. She grabbed my cock and guided it towards her pussy. It pressed up against her vaginal lips, pausing for a few brief seconds before it completed the act. 

“Oh God, give it to me, baby. Give me all you got. I can take it.”

Finally, my cock breached the crease and was inside her. It felt so good! Her pussy was tight and my shaft pressed up against her vaginal wall on both sides. I pumped slowly at first, pulling my shaft almost the entire way out before slowly pushing it back in. I alternated this with short bursts of rapid thrusts. My sweaty balls slapped up against her ass. 

Then it happened. In the middle of one of my rapid thrusts, she came. Her pussy juices flowed out of her like Niagra Falls. My cock was covered in them. She screamed in orgasm. Her body writhed and her face twisted itself into a picture of pure ecstasy. But I still felt nothing. I was still hard as a rock but hadn’t ejaculated. I was physically exhausted though. I rolled off of her and took a seat on the loveseat. 

“Oh my God, that was great!” she exlaimed. “The best fuck I’ve ever had. You were amazing!”

“I’m glad you liked it. But it didn’t really help me. I still didn’t come.”

“What? Oh yeah, I forgot about your little problem.”

“Little problem? What the hell do you mean by little, bitch?”

“Well, compared to the size of your cock, a lot of things are little,” she laughed. 

“This is not funny,” I retorted. “I can’t fucking come. I’m not a man.”

“Oh baby, you’re definitely a man. No doubt about it. But listen, I know what you’re saying. Let’s cut your dosage in half and see if that doesn’t help. Why don’t you come back next week. I have something in mind that will really put you to the test. In the meantime, just think about how blessed you are. You can fuck any woman for hours on end and never have to worry about coming. You’re like a human vibrator!”

I stood up and got out my wallet to pay.

“Oh, there’s no charge for today’s session, honey. It was my pleasure. Truly, it was.”

I leaned over and gave her one more passionate kiss. I got dressed and she did the same. We were both sweaty as hell. She had a private bathroom connected to her office. She went in and splashed her face with water, combed her hair and brushed her teeth. 

As I walked out of the office, her next patient, a middle aged man, was already waiting. 

“Sorry our session ran a little over,” I said. “Once Dr. Bank gets going, she doesn’t stop until both parties are satisfied.”

To Be Continued...



Sex Therapy with the Pastor Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is the first installment of a trilogy, with each part to be released every few days over the coming week or so. Chapter 1 (in the Erotic Couplings category) lays the foundation for their marital strife and his foray into unfaithfulness. Chapter 2 (in the Loving Wives Category) explores her cheating heart and the object of her affection. Chapter 3 (also Loving Wives) finds an unexpected resolution. 

***** 

Todd Russell rolled himself slowly toward his wife. He lifted the bedsheet slightly to keep it from wrapping underneath him. The last thing he needed was a satin-spun cock blocker. Jill was already doing a good enough job of that all by herself. 

Even in the dark, Todd could sense Jill stiffen as he narrowed the distance between them. As usual, she was turned away from him and wrapped in a full-length button-down nightgown. No easy access there. And she had long ago developed a bad habit of nodding off faster than a narcoleptic as soon as the lights went off. But tonight the rise and fall of her nocturnal breathing hadn't yet reached its sleep-filled syncopation. 

Todd chanced a brief caress of Jill's shoulder. Her immediate flinch sent the unspoken message that he'd expected. Another sexless Saturday night was unfolding before his very eyes. 

Five months had passed since their last sexual encounter of any sort, and more than two years since their days of passionate lovemaking. Was it because, five years into their marriage, the fertility clinic specialists had finally figured out that Todd was shooting blanks? Or was Jill, during the two years since, simply beginning to experience the feminine form of the seven-year itch? 

Whatever the cause of their sexual rift, it had led to an emotional schism. Todd no longer assumed the best in his wife, nor tried to bring out the best in her. Mundane topics often led him to harsh words or sarcastic criticism. And Jill responded in kind. "Blessed are the peacemakers" was a phrase not practiced in the Russell household. 

The thermal freeze in the bedroom was turning their other encounters frosty as well. But to be fair, which was the chicken and which was the egg? Todd didn't know, but he knew he was frustrated, angry and felt trapped in a loveless marriage. To boot, he had developed some bad habits of his own, not the least of which he was about to repeat. 

Todd listened to Jill's breathing pattern. She appeared to now be off to her narcoleptic dreams. Todd watched the red LED display on the clock. It was 11:37. He waited, willing himself not to fall asleep. He listened to Jill's breathing pattern, now certain that she was asleep. He stole occasional glances at the clock until its readout reached 11:45. He lifted the covers again, but this time he rolled in the other direction. 

Grabbing his jeans and the rest of his discarded clothes from beside the bed, Todd slipped stealthily into the bathroom. Without turning on the light so as not to wake Jill, he slipped out of his pajamas and into the clothes he had worn that evening. Within moments, he was behind the wheel of his bland charcoal gray 2010 Ford Fusion SE, headed down the road on a familiar journey, with AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" blaring on the radio. 

* * * * * * * 

"Hey there, Sport!" greeted the pretty brunette, rising from behind the counter. "What can we do for you tonight?" 

Todd gulped. He'd been visiting this establishment for three months now on a roughly bi-weekly basis, and she recognized him as a regular. "The usual," he replied. 

"Sure - 50 minutes, full body," she answered. "That's eighty dollars cash up front. Who'd you like to help ya?" 

Todd looked down at his shoes as he reached for his wallet. "Um, I was wondering..." 

"Wondering what?" she queried, a look of genuine puzzlement on her face. 

"Well, uh..." He handed her four crisp twenty dollar bills from the ATM he'd visited on the way. 

"Spit it out, Sport," she encouraged. 

"Well, Angie..." He'd noticed her name tag each time he'd visited the establishment, and now he was making use of it in an attempt to breed familiarity. Or maybe just to breed. "I was wondering if you always just ran the front desk, or if you, uh, sometimes..." His voice trailed off in shame. 

"If I sometimes - what?" A hint of a smirk now crept across her features. She had been down this road numerous times with other clients, and knew what was coming next. And, despite the fact that he was way cuter that most of the creeps who asked her to service them, she vowed internally to continue to stick to her desk job. 

"Well, uh, you're by far the best-looking girl that works in this place," the man blurted nervously. "And you're always so kind and friendly to me. So I was just wondering if maybe, with special customers, you might sometimes be the one to give a massage." He appeared to be on the verge of passing out. 

Whoa, she thought, not what I expected, even though I expected it. Why does he have to be so sweet? 

She waited a torturous thirty seconds or so before replying. "Well, I don't have the training that the other girls have..." 

"I'm easy to please..." he interjected. 

He really is cute, she thought, and he seems sweet. And he probably doesn't expect much... "Well, if that's what you really want, I could arrange for Sophie to watch the front," she surprised herself as the words spilled out of her mouth. 

"Really?" Todd's beaming smile provided her a sense of affirmation at her decision. 

"Well, I've never done it before, but you could be my first. Massage, that is," she clarified. 

Todd's cock began to swell inside his jeans. Thankfully, Angie was looking him in the eye rather than lower down. "Great!" he answered happily. If he'd been a puppy, he would have surely been wagging his tail. As it was, he was having trouble keeping his tongue inside his mouth. 

"You go get yourself comfortable in Massage Room 2, and I'll be down there after I speak with Sophie," said Angie. 

Todd knew the drill. He headed down the hallway and hung a left. After closing the door behind him, he disrobed completely, then wrapped one of the massage parlor's white terry-cloth towels around his waist. He lay face-down on the massage table, so as not to display his obvious erection under the towel. 

During his three months of visits, Todd had found the company's name - "Happy Endings" - to represent genuine truth in advertising. But tonight he was hoping for more than just a hand job. He'd brought plenty of cash, as the girls always worked on tips once he plunked down the eighty bucks' entry fee at the front desk. But none of his generous tips had gotten his penis into a mouth or a vagina at "Happy Endings." The organization had its standards, and the staff members were trained to keep just barely on the right side of the law. And in this town, penetration of any sort was where the legal lines were drawn. 

* * * * * * * 

Todd flinched when the door opened. But it wasn't the kind of flinch that Jill had given him earlier when he touched her. It was a flinch of excitement and anticipation. 

"Hey, Sport," said Angie, "You ready for a massage virgin?" 

Todd squirmed as his cock hardened beneath him. "Ready as I'll ever be," he quipped, trying to sound casual. 

"Before we get down to business, Sport, I've been wondering - what should I call you? 'Sport' just seems so impersonal." 

And I want to get very personal with you, Todd thought. "Um, it's..." He hesitated briefly before replying. "It's Todd." 

"That's your real name?" 

Todd flushed with embarrassment. He'd actually thought of lying in order to retain his anonymity when she first asked, but he'd decided better of it. Keeping lies straight was not his cup of tea. "Yes, it's my real name." 

Then, out of nowhere, he felt a sudden surge of confidence. "But that's all you'll get out of me, young lady - no last names until we're officially dating," he smiled. A pang of guilt washed over him as he visualized his wedding ring, sheathed in the tiny sub-pocket at the top of the right front pocket of his jeans. 

Pushing his negative emotions aside, Todd asked, "Is Angie your real name?" 

"Yep," she answered, "Couldn't you tell? I'd have come up with something more creative as a pseudonym. Like Jasmine, or Bambi, or Candi, or Fantasia..." 

"Or Kate," Todd interrupted, snapping his fingers. "That's it - that's your doppelganger. Kate Middleton. Duchess of Cambridge. Beautiful bride of Prince William." 

Now it was Angie's turn to blush. "Yes, well I guess," she stammered. "Yes, I've seen the resemblance in the tabloid photos at the supermarket checkout line." 

"Well, my beautiful princess, don't you think you should slip into something more comfortable - I mean practical - to do this job?" His gaze swept down her loose-fitting long sleeve blouse to her tight-fitting jeans. The billowy plaid blouse didn't provide much of a view of her breasts, but the hip-hugger jeans virtually invited him to ogle her ass. 

"I don't have another outfit here. I wasn't planning on... doing this." The shoe was now squarely on the other foot. Angie was now the nervous one, and Todd was growing more assertive by the moment. 

"That's not a problem. I'm naked under the towel. How about you make yourself just as comfortable?" 

"I - I - couldn't do that," she answered. 

"Why not? I have two hundred and twenty bucks that says you can." Todd was good at math, and had quickly calculated the difference between the $300 daily withdrawal limit on his ATM card and the eighty bucks he'd paid at the front. 

"You want me to strip and then give you a massage? And nothing more?" 

"Nothing that you don't want to do," Todd replied. 

"For two hundred and twenty bucks?" Angie was thinking about her rent. Her $12 an hour as the receptionist wouldn't pay her two hundred and twenty bucks in three evenings of work, especially not after taxes. And she knew from the other girls that cash tips were not easily taxed. 

Todd nodded, and watched greedily as Angie kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her blouse. Soon it was discarded onto a chair, followed by those sensual jeans. Todd's erection was now in full bloom under the towel as Angie stood before him in peach-colored bra and panties. 

"Here goes nothin'," she joked as she reached for the front clasp of her bra. Todd held his breath, anticipating the view. 

And what a view it was. Her apple-sized breasts were pert and perky. Apparently this encounter was stimulating Angie. Todd could see plainly that her light brown areolae were distended and her nipples were clearly erect. 

"What?" asked Angie as she watched Todd's jaw drop and heard him gasp. 

"Never seen anything so beautiful," he breathed. And, wrong as it was, he meant it. 

Angie smiled and hooked her index fingers over the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down in a brisk motion and stepped out of them, tossing them in the heap of clothes on the chair. 

"I take it back. That's more beautiful," said Tom, staring at her shaven mound. The absence of hair afforded him a view of just the outer edge of her pussy lips. Anything more would require a different angle for one or the other (or both) of them. 

"You sure know how to make a girl feel appreciated," she whispered. 

"I know how to make a girl feel good, too - really good," he offered. 

"Why, sir - whatever do you mean?" Angie replied in her best Scarlett O'Hara imitation. 

"I mean, in the immortal words of James Bond, I'm quite a cunning linguist," said Todd. 

Holy shit, this guy is getting me horny, thought Angie. She stared at the pleading look on his face for the better part of a minute. "Oh, fuck it!" she finally muttered. "Let's trade places. I'm a fiend for a good pussy-licking." 

Todd couldn't believe his good fortune. As he turned over and stood up, his towel fell to the floor. Now it was Angie's turn to gasp. Todd's cock was at full erection, eight inches and with a wide girth. He could have sworn he saw Angie lick her lips. Maybe he'd get to do more than go muff-diving and receive a hand job. 

As Angie lay down on the table, leaned back and spread her legs for him, Todd was struck with the thought that he'd never been with a girl who had a shaved snatch. Jill certainly kept her bush neatly trimmed, though it seemed like eons since he had seen it. But there was something intriguing and almost taboo about a completely hairless pubic mound. Todd leaned in for a better view. 

The scent of Angie's sexual arousal struck not only Todd's nostrils, but his penis as well. He nearly came right then and there. Steeling himself, he adoringly examined the puffy folds of Angie's inner vaginal lips. He could see moisture beaded at the top, adorning her dilated and softly pulsating clitoris. 

"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to eat me out?" asked Angie, a note of desperation in her voice. 

Todd smiled, pleased at the hunger he had generated in her. He began kissing his way from her knees up along her inner thighs, alternating left and right. As he reached the juncture of her thighs, he paused to gently blow on her inner folds. 

"Please? Please, Todd!" she yelped. 

"I aim to please," her replied, and licked her inner lips from bottom to top. Her resultant intake of breath pleased him in return. He began nibbling her clit, and she pulled his head against her lady parts with both hands. That pleased him even more. He moved his right hand to absently play with her stiff left nipple, while his other hand caressed the right side of her lower back and buttocks. 

As he worked his tongue in and out of her slit while suckling her clit for several minutes, he could feel her body begin to tense and her pussy begin to clench. He took the hint and inserted two fingers into her vagina, working them to the rhythm of his slurping and suckling. 

"Todd... Todd... I... I think I'm gonna cum..." she panted, pressing her hands more firmly against the back of his head. 

Not wanting to break his rhythm or stem her release, he simply nodded against her hands and continued his nibbling, suckling, tongue-fucking and finger-fucking activities. Within moments her pussy began to spasm around his fingers. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," she exclaimed loudly, proclaiming the orgasm he already knew she was experiencing. 

Todd continued to lick and suck and finger her until she was begging him to stop. And then he did it a little more, causing her to gently push him away. He came up smiling, his face coated with the sheen of her feminine juices mixed with his own saliva. 

As she came down from her high, Angie quipped, "You, sir, are indeed a cunning linguist." 

"And you, my lady, are one delectably responsive princess," he answered. 

"One can only hope for Kate that William has as skilled a tongue as yours. And what, pray tell," she asked, "am I to do with that princely staff you're sporting?" 

Todd looked down to his tumescent penis. Eating Angie's pussy had only heightened the intensity of his erection. "Well, the other girls only ever give me a happy ending with a hand job..." he ventured. 

"And how many of these girls have you serviced in the way you just serviced me?" she queried. 

"None. You're the first," he admitted. 

"And you're my first. And we definitely need to do something more exciting with the pistol you're packing. My god, it looks like it could split a girl in half!" 

So she's thinking of having my cock inside her vagina! Todd thought. "Well," he ventured, "A girl can accommodate just about any size if the guy she's with is willing to look after her well-being and take it at her pace." 

You sure know how to push the right buttons - how's a girl to resist? she thought. "And are you that kind of guy?" she asked. 

"Just call me 'Molasses'," Todd quipped. Angie smiled at his joke. 

"Well, Molasses, did you happen to bring some protection? I wasn't planning on anything like this, and I don't have anything with me." 

"Without seeming too presumptuous, I do have something in my pants pocket over there," said Todd. He walked to his heap of clothes and fished around in his jeans until he was able to pull out a 3-pack of condoms. "I learned a long time ago in Boy Scouts," he continued, "the importance of their motto: 'Be prepared.'" 

Within seconds, his penis was enveloped in a lubricated latex sheath. He leaned in and licked Angie's pussy lips and vaginal entrance a few more times to make sure she was still fully lubed. 

The massage table wasn't wide enough to accommodate two. Angie saw his hesitation and scooted toward the end of the table with her legs spread wide but dangling over the edge. She was now in perfect position for him to enter her while standing. Todd rubbed the head of his dick against her moist slit. He paused to look into her eyes. He could see anticipation, desire, and maybe something more reflected in their greenish irises. 

Gently, gently, he scolded himself. Todd reached to massage her breast as he positioned his cock for entry into her steamy love tunnel. He momentarily thought of Jill, but realized he was beyond the point of no return. He eased forward, his engorged dick gently separating Angie's inner labia. 

From this angle, Todd could see everything. The journey of his cock into her pussy seemed to take place in slow motion. He'd move in half an inch, then pause and back out a little to make sure she could accommodate. Two steps forward, one step back, Todd absently recalled from the story of the frog in a well. 

"You okay, Angie?" he asked. 

"More than okay," she replied. "That feels really good. Just keep taking it slow." 

Within a few minutes, he was completely inside her. They both simultaneously felt the bumping of their pubic bones. "Want to sit up?" he asked. 

Angie smiled up at him. She followed his suggestion. She was now seated on the edge of the massage table, his prick buried deep within her. Todd suddenly realized that they hadn't even kissed. He enfolded her in his arms, then kissed the top of her head. He trailed kisses down her forehead and onto her nose. He paused to look into her eyes before he reached her lips. 

Angie tilted her head up to meet his gaze. That was all the encouragement he needed to press his lips against hers. Within seconds, their tongues were lavishing each other with unfulfilled lust. Todd's erection surged, and he had to will his willy not to ejaculate. He began a slow rhythm of deep, sensual thrusts within her. 

Angie threw her arms around his neck, and Todd lifted her off the table. Gravity began to do its work, as Angie impaled herself repeatedly on his boner. Todd held her up by the twin globes of her luscious ass, bouncing her on his cock for their mutual pleasure. Her beautiful tits grazed his chest with each mutual thrust. 

Todd was so full of adrenaline that he could probably have carried Angie's weight for hours. But his balls and cock were screaming for release. He reached his finger between them, still holding her up with just one hand. He felt the joining of cock and pussy, found the nub of her clit and began to stroke it. She jerked back momentarily, but then allowed him to continue to play. "Think you can cum soon?" he asked. 

"Suck on my tits for just a minute," she begged, leaning away from him as she continued to ride his cock. He leaned down and licked one erect nipple, then encircled it with his lips. He began to suckle it, less gently than before. She reached an arm around his head and pulled him against her breast. "Fuck, that's good!" she squealed. 

Her obvious delight brought Todd nearly to the brink. He could feel his balls churning, his penis pulsating. But he wanted to make Angie cum at the same time. He wanted to watch the pleasure on her face, feel her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him of every last drop of sperm. 




Sex Therapy with the Pastor Ch. 01



And that's exactly what happened. He thrust faster and faster, the unspoken question of her readiness being answered by her cries of "Yes! Yes! Yes! You're making me cum, baby, you're making me cum!" 

Unlatching his lips from her breast, Todd kissed her neck, her cheek, her lips. Their deep kiss lifted both of them to orgasm. Todd felt the euphoric release of his semen spurting repeatedly, accompanied by the clenching of Angie's pussy around his distended shaft. 

Todd maneuvered them back to the table, still joined at the crotch. He rested Angie's lovely ass on the table's edge, before his now-shrinking cock flopped out of her well-fucked pussy. As it did so, Todd noticed that the condom was still intact and full of a milky goo. Good - no STD's or unwanted pregnancies, he thought, the left side of his brain kicking into gear. 

"How was it for you?" he asked, a bit of his self-doubt returning. 

Angie's electric smile told him everything he needed to know. "Amazing," she replied, "Just... amazing!" 

"Likewise," he replied. "Utterly amazing." He pulled the condom off and tied the end of it in a knot. He tossed it into the garbage can in the corner of the room. 

"Better not leave it there," she said, "It could get me fired." 

What a thoughtless prick! he cursed himself. He reached into the can to retrieve it. "Sorry about that," he said, sticking the condom into the left front pocket of his jeans, which were still bunched up in a pile. 

"Care to shower off?" she asked. 

"Not a bad idea," he answered, "Care to join me?" 

"I'd love to, but that would make it obvious what's going on. The girls on staff here never join the clients in the shower rooms," she said. 

"Understood," he replied. He wrapped himself in a towel and moved toward the door. Then, turning around, he grabbed his jeans and pulled the wad of bills out of his pocket. He counted it out to her - eleven twenties, $220 in total. 

She stood still for a moment with the bills in her hand, still naked as the day she was born. "You know this was for a nude massage, nothing more, right?" asked Angie. 

Todd nodded in affirmation. He wondered for a second if she were asking for more money. Her next words startled him. 

"I'm not a prostitute. I fucked you because I wanted to. No charge for that," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. 

He closed the gap between them, then leaned in and kissed her deeply. "Thank you," he whispered, softly stroking her cheek. After a moment's hesitation, he headed out the door and into the men's shower room. 

* * * * * * * 

Todd let the warm spray of water wash away the sticky remnants and pungent aromas of sex from his body. But his soul was tormented. That's it - I'm officially now an adulterer, he thought. And worse yet, I really like the girl. 

After a good shampoo and rinse, followed by a few more minutes of silent reflection, Todd dried off, wrapped himself in another towel, and went back to Massage Room 2. His clothes were in a pile, but Angie's were gone. He'd expected no less. 

After dressing, Todd headed to the front of the parlor. Angie was seated in her usual spot, with Sophie sitting on the counter in front of her, eying him warily. Angie looked up from the desk. 

"So, will I see you again?" she asked expectantly. 

"I sure hope so," he said with a plastic smile, all the while experiencing a strange mixture of pleasure and guilt. 

Outside, the night air was balmy. He looked up to see several stars. Only the brightest ones could outshine the intense lights of the plaza where the "Happy Endings" massage parlor was situated. Todd's view of the heavens gave him momentary pause to reflect on spiritual things. "Lord, help me!" he whispered, then closed the distance to his utterly ordinary Ford Fusion. 

The drive home seemed shorter and less anticipatory than the drive to the massage parlor. He undressed in the bathroom and slipped on his pajamas. Sneaking into the bedroom, Todd crawled surreptitiously under the covers. Jill was still turned away, the rise and fall of her slumber-filled breathing continuing its cadence from 11:45 PM. 

Todd glanced at the red LED clock display. It was 2:03 AM. Not sure I can sleep tonight, he thought, and I'm sure not headed to church in the morning. 

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TO BE CONTINUED