0 comments/ 19850 views/ 2 favorites The Psychiatrist By: hollyh "Please, look at me..." Gina forced her eyes up, non-focusing, in the general direction of Cade's voice. Tears blurred her vision and a tinny metallic sound had now begun to buzz in her ears as he continued to speak "... you know I will always love you, I'm just not IN love with you. But we can still be friends..." Every fiber of her being wanted to scream out NO! She wanted to fly at him, and flail until he felt as much pain as she did. But she didn't. Instead she buried her face back into her hands and began to sob the beginning of what would be an ocean of tears. Gina heard the door click as her life walked out of it. Or so she thought. Weeks went by, and although she continued outwardly to perform and function in the 'real world', once the door to her apartment clicked closed at night, Gina retreated into a state of complete and utter misery, complete with a bottle of wine and sappy love songs. Even her cat had begun to avoid her. Her mother consoled her all she could, as did her friends, but after they began to talk amongst themselves, they decided that she was in desperate need of some tough love. They sat her down one evening and all told of the woman she once was before he left her, and that they wanted that friend and daughter back. It was then that Gina realized how alienating (and alienated) she had become... and she made a promise to them, and to herself, to find some help and get back on track. Dr. Brewer's office was warm and inviting. His receptionist, Cherlyn, was in no way condescending when Gina had made the appointment. She had a bright smile and greeted Gina this morning with the same gracious attitude as if Gina was a long-lost friend. Sinking into a soft chair in the waiting room, Gina tried to lose herself in the latest issue of Cosmo that she had brought with her, but she still couldn't get the small voice out of her head that kept saying, "Good lord. You're seeing a SHRINK because that dumbass man of yours left. What a los..." "Gina Davenport?" a plumpish nurse called out. "Yes, ma'am... that's me," Gina said, butterflies the size of elephants suddenly springing up in her stomach. The nurse smiled, "Good morning, Gina... would you please follow me? Dr. Brewer will see you now..." Gina rose and followed "Astrid" or so her nametag said, down a corridor into a cozy office. There was a recliner, a lounge, and a regular chair... but no desk, no plethora of books lining a wall... it looked very much like a room in her own home. Astrid touched her arm, saying, "please make yourself comfortable in either the recliner or on the lounge, Gina. Dr. Brewer will join you in a moment..." and with that, she left the room, leaving Gina there alone with her thoughts. Gary Brewer was a striking man. Tall and well built, the women thought him very sexy. His masculine features, dark hair, intensely inquisitive dark eyes, and gentle demeanor drew people in without him ever having to say a word. He considered himself well read, his many friends considered him funny and warm and a great friend to have around even if he DID "shrink heads for a living". Yet he remained alone. He had had some close relationships in the past, but no woman had ever struck the right combination of sexy and smart to keep his interest for long. A soft knock at his office door stirred him as Astrid poked her head inside. "Gina Davenport is in the conference room, Dr. Brewer..." "Thank you, Astrid," Gary's deep voice responded, and he began to look over Gina's evaluation questionnaire. 'Hmmmmmm...' Gary thought to himself, 'she seems intelligent by these answers, just very lost... ' and he rose to keep their appointment. Gina stared out the window of the room. It overlooked the park, and although she was on the third floor, she could still see people there. The tree leaves were just beginning now to take on a faint hint of the color that would soon blush across them, and she could see women with their children playing in the playground equipment. How her heart longed for that. For family, for that kind of connection and love. Dr. Brewer's voice startled her. "Ms. Davenport?" She whirled to face him, her eyes instantly locking on the kindest face she could ever remember seeing. "Y-y-y-yeesss..." she said, and immediately set about righting herself, straightening her clothing, running her fingers nervously through her short hair. Dr. Brewer's eyes returned her appreciative gaze, and they wrinkled at the edges when he smiled. He drank in her beauty. No, it was not a classic beauty, but a beauty that came from innocence. He took in the deep pools of blue that were her eyes, the way her hair curled in a helter-skelter manner over her head as if she'd run her hands through it a thousand times a day. He drank in her ample curves, the furrow of her brow that told him she had deep thoughts to think and did so often. He felt himself stir in his pants, and he had to remind himself of what she was there for. His breath sort of rushed from his lungs, and he knew he was already in trouble. He knew right then and there that he wanted to get to know this woman as more than his patient. She extended her hand, and he took it in his, "Hi, I'm Gina..." Her voice was melodious, not the depressed monotone he so often heard. That alone made him smile, because he knew then that she wasn't terribly depressed, only in need of a little guidance. "I'm Dr. Bennett... it's nice to meet you. If you will please have a seat wherever you would be most comfortable, we can have a chat..." And so began Gina's journey. She found Dr. Bennett very easy to talk to... and she found herself pouring out parts of her soul that no one else was privy to. She talked at length about her relationship with and her disappointments in Cade, about her struggles with her weight, her struggles with her parents. They talked about what Gina wanted out of her life. Together they formed a plan for her to continue an education toward a career she'd always loved. They talked about her hopes and dreams and goals, and Gary found himself more and more entranced by her. Then came the day that Gary could no longer justify having her come to his office. He knew she was standing on her own and needed room to test those wings they had built for her to see if she could truly fly. "Gina," he said softy, leaning toward her, "I think we've done all we can do here. Now it's up to you..." Her voice caught in her throat, "Yeah... I was afraid today you'd say that..." She stood from the chair, smoothing the front of her pants as she did so, and looking at the floor. She knew if she turned her face to him, he would see the glistening of the tears... and she knew he was her doctor, not her lover, so the time was right for her to go. He couldn't resist the pull of her body, however, and he, too, stood... taking Gina into his arms in a warm embrace. "Perhaps I will see you sometime... " Gary said, hugging her. She melted against him, wanting to beg him to stay in her life. She knew, though, she had to find her way on her own... so she turned and walked out of the door. A year or so passed, and Gina flourished. She completed some schooling, found a better job, made some new friends. But there was still a part of her that was missing. A part she gave to Gary when she left that room that day. Her mind often drifted back to their talks... she was amazed by what she felt safe in sharing with him, even if he WAS her doctor! So, it must have been fate that crisp fall Saturday when Gina found herself alone for the first time in weeks, and she decided to take a walk at the park by Gary's office. She remembered how peaceful it always looked... how filled with the laughter of children, and the sounds of nature. Now, with the leaves once again turning their brilliant amber and crimson tones and the air briskly clean, she thought it a good time to take a book and spend the afternoon just sitting on a bench, watching life pass by around her. She pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans and a light sweater and her walking shoes, grabbed the keys to her car, and pointed herself in the direction of the park. When she arrived, she savored the walk to choose her bench, feeling the fallen leaves swirl around her feet in the gentle breeze. The air carried a spicy smell of someone baking pumpkin pies... yes, the holidays weren't far away now. She found a bench near the playground where she could watch the children play and still enjoy a breath of quiet every now and then. Settling back, she inhaled deeply, drinking in the crisp, clean air... but it exploded from her when she heard his voice: "Gina? Gina Davenport! Is that YOU??" Jumping from the bench, she whirled around, only to be face-to-face with Gary Bennett. He had his Golden Retriever on a leash, and was a little out of breath from being dragged behind the beast... but not any more so than Gina was from hearing his voice for the first time in ages! "My god... how long has it been?" he continued, then introduced "Ramsey" the dog. Gina knelt down, and Ramsey proceeded to swath her face with his large, wet tongue, which drew a lilting laughter from her. Gary smiled... he remembered that laugh. He remembered those eyes. He remembered everything about her, and had thought he'd call her a million times, but somehow, he always talked himself out of it. Fate was not to be denied, however, and Gina invited Gary to sit. "Dr. Bennett, I..." Gary cut her off mid-sentence. "Please, call me Gary. We are no longer doctor/patient, we're just two people... Gina." Her heart leapt when he repeated her name. Probably because when he did so, he reached out and touched her hand. It was as if electricity had been passed through her body. She felt her nipples harden in her bra, and all the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Yes, she wanted this man. She wanted him badly. But did he feel the same? Gina cleared her throat and began to catch Gary up on her life for the past few months. She reminded him of their plan, and then took him through all the ways she had accomplished the goals they had set for her. "I am so proud of you, Gina," Gary said, looking into her eyes, "I always knew you could do it." Gina blushed, "I couldn't have done it without YOU, Gary" she said, and he reached to touch her on the arm softly. "Would you like to walk with Ramsey and me for a while?" he asked her, and Ramsey wagged his tail encouragingly. "Sure!" she said, pushing her book back into her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. They walked and talked for hours, as if they were old friends. Gina laughed wildly when Ramsey spotted a frizbee whizzing by and bolted to catch it, pulling Gary off is his feet and into a huge drift of leaves. Gary laughed equally as much when she bent to find out if he was alright and Ramsey pushed her over onto Gary's fallen body, it took them several minutes of laughing and detangling to upright themselves again. Dusk was coming, and they had made it back to where Gina had parked her car. "Y'know... I'm famished, and I'll bet you haven't eaten, either..." Gary's voice trailed off in an unspoken offer. Gina blushed again, a trait she had hated until that very moment, "No, Gary, I haven't eaten, and yes, I am getting rather hungry..." Her eyes roved his body, now standing so close to her that she could feel his heat radiating. She wanted to grab his shoulders and pull him into a deep, soft, wet kiss, but her "good girl" upbringing told her no... wait for the perfect time. Gary cleared his throat, feeling his body once again responding to Gina, "Why don't you lock up your car and come with me. I promise to get you home safely..." Gina thought for a moment before responding, "Okay" and she did just that, climbing into the passenger side of his Jeep Wrangler, Ramsey ambling over her lap to get into the back seat. She didn't even stop to ask where he was taking her. She didn't care, as long as it was somewhere quiet where she might be able to coax a kiss from him later. They pulled up at a nice brick home. Gina thought it looked new... it was in the newer section of town. The garage doors opened slowly to reveal a blank spot where the Wrangler obviously went, a Mercedes sports car, and a pickup truck. Her brow furrowed a little trying to figure out why one man would need all those vehicles when he spoke: "I like the Jeep for fun, the Mercedes for work-related stuff, and the pickup I use at my ranch... where I'm eventually going to build my dream house. Wanna see the plans?" Eagerly, Gina scrambled out of the Jeep just in time to keep Ramsey from using her as a catapult onto the garage floor. They went into the house, and Gary set about cleaning a spot at the breakfast counter so she could look at the plans while he cooked them something to eat. He poured her a cold glass of wine... fruity, full-bodied but not terribly dry. "Open your mouth," he said, leaning close, and he placed inside a small cube of cheese. "It goes good with the wine...", he explained, and, as she savored it's creamy texture, she agreed that indeed it did! They talked and laughed over dinner, Gina felt as though they had been together for years. The tension in the room was mounting, however, and as they retired to the living room, they both knew that this night wasn't going to be ordinary. Gary put some soft, sensuous music on, and sat down next to Gina on his couch, draping his arm over the back, and leaning back away from her slightly to support himself on the arm. Gina sat stiffly upright, not knowing exactly what to do. She felt like a teenage girl on her first date. The butterflies in her stomach were enormous: on the one hand she wanted to make love with this man, on the other... she didn't want that act to destroy a potentially amazing relationship. Gary sensed her hesitation, and leaned up, taking her shoulders in his strong hands, turning her to him. "Gina..." his voice a husky whisper, "I have thought about you so much since you stopped coming to me. Today made me realize how very much I've missed you. And how very much I would like..." he gently took her face into his hands and pulled her close, nuzzling her with his nose before chastely tasting her lips. He looked into her eyes, searching for signs of hesitation... signs that she may not want this. But he found none, only deep blue pools of longing, so he pulled her face to his again, this time capturing her mouth with his own, snaking his tongue between her lips. His hands dropped to her ribcage and around her back, cradling her and pulling her now-pliable body to his in an embrace. He felt her hands finally touch his shoulders, and as the kiss progress, they moved to his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. Gary pulled his mouth from hers, allowing Gina to breathe again. As if she was able to. All the breath in her was gone. He continued to hold her close, feeling the rushing pulse of her heart against him, feeling her heat radiating through him like a convection wind. He reached up with one hand, brushing the tendrils of her hair from her face, waiting for her to protest, to say SOMETHING, but she was too busy trying to decide if she should pinch herself or not. If she did and she awoke, it would devastate her. If she did and she DIDN'T wake up, all those inhibitions would come rushing to the surface and this time, she wanted to be free. He nuzzled her cheek, "Say something... anything... stop... go... more... " She pulled him closer, putting her mouth inches from his ear... her hot breath made him shiver as she whispered softly, "More..." and she placed her mouth on his neck, feeling it vibrate against her lips and tongue as he groaned deeply in his throat. He carefully disentangled himself from her, and stood, lifting her to her feet as he did so. She followed him submissively down the hall where he opened up the door to his bedroom. He turned on the lights, and remembering some of the things she had said so long ago, he turned to her and place his finger on her lips, indicating he'd be right back. When he returned, he lit several candles and turned the lights in the room off. The candlelight gave the room a soft glow and he pulled her inside, wrapping her once again in his strong arms. She knew that he knew everything about her and somehow this didn't bother her at all; in fact, the fact that he still wanted to make love to her gave her wings. He began to undress her, reveling in each patch of skin that was revealed to him: kissing, savoring each delicate morsel of her. Pushing her pants off, dragging her underwear along for the ride, he had her step from them one delicate foot at a time, encouraging her to widen her stance as he did so. He looked up at her from this kneeling position, feeling her hands in his hair and watching her breasts heave with each ragged breath; but best of all, he could smell her. She smelled like soap, and like lilacs, and like... a woman. He buried his face into her, his tongue dancing against her clit and allowing him to savor her richness. He reached around and gripped her asscheeks, stabilizing her against his face. He nibbled and sucked at her pussy until he felt her begin to tremble in his arms, and then he stopped and stood, backing her to the bed. He laid her back, her legs dangling over, and once again dove into her moistness, feeling her muscles clench and release around his tongue. Her mewling sounds told him that she was close, and he pushed one finger into her, curling it against the top of her pussy wall to find her g-spot. His tongue went to work in earnest then, feeling her inner walls pulse and swell against his finger, her hips beginning to rise and fall and her voice... oh, that sweet voice... beginning to beg him not to stop. He pulled his finger from her and savored all her flavor, then replaced it, sliding it slowly as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips rose from the bed as her insides began a fluid contortion against his finger, and he lifted his face to watch her in all her passionate glory. He would find that he never tired of watching her cum. Gary rose and undressed, allowing Gina a moment to catch her breath once again. He could see her visibly trembling, and he wasn't quite sure if she was cold (it WAS a chilly evening after all), or if something else was wrong. He slid his warm body up next to her, cupping his head in his hand as his elbow supported its weight, his other finger tracing a light trail up her abdomen to her breast and over her nipple. It wrinkled in protest, the nipple hardening against the pad of his fingertip. She turned her face to him, and he noticed her flushed smile. "Are you okay?" he asked. Gina took a deep breath, and sighed... a soft noise that stirred Gary's cock. "Yes," she replied, "I'm more than okay. It's been a long time..." Her voice trailed off because he took the finger he was tracing her body with and turned her chin to him, once again possessing her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against his lips, wanting to feel them on her body once again. Gary dipped his face to the hollow of Gina's neck and granted her unspoken wish, nibbling her shoulder and down to suckle at her breast. She cradled his head against her, feeling the soft wetness of his tongue, the sharpness of his teeth, and the warmth of his breath. She didn't worry that she didn't look right or smell right or sound right. She didn't care that she might not look quite right or have the right job or be from the right family or go to the right church. This was just him and her... in this room... in this lovemaking... and for the first time it felt RIGHT. Gary's weight shifted again and he began to pull Gina to the middle of the bed, so she moved herself into the place where they could both be more comfortable. Feeling rather giddy, Gina rose up, and said, "Down, mister! It's MY turn now..." and grabbing Gary by the shoulders, pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling his midsection and leaning down to kiss him deeply. The Psychiatrist Her tongue danced in his mouth this time, then she slid her full lips over his chin to his throat, savoring the flavor of his sweat and the smell of his aftershave. She raked her tongue further into the patch of fur on his chest, and then she nibbled from nipple to nipple, gently biting each one until Gary's groans were at the perfect pitch. Lower still she suckled, matting the hairs that lead her down his abdomen... his cock bumping under her chin when she got close enough. "Insistent, isn't he?!" Gina joked, looking at Gary's cock bobbing from the force of his rapidly beating pulse. "Yes, and I usually give him his way, too!" Gary joked back, loving the merriment that danced in Gina's eyes as she was playing. She screwed up her face in mock discernment and said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to see what he wants..." and with that she took Gary's cock into her hand and slid her tongue down the big vein in the back, causing Gary to draw in a rather loud breath and arch up into her hand. "Would THAT be what he wanted?" Gina grinned from between his legs. "uuuhhhhh... ccccooullddd beee..." Gary's voice a raspy whisper. Gina wrapped her lips around the head of Gary's cock and began to gently nurse at him: softy, warmly, gently running her hands, wet with her own saliva, up and down the shaft at the same moment. She listened to him talk to her as she did this: listened to him groan and call her "baby" and "sweetheart" and "honey", and felt him begin to pump against her hand. She wanted to finish him, to drink of his body as he drank of hers, but suddenly, Gary was up and had Gina on her back on the bed before she realized what was going on. "Oh no you don't!" he teased, "I'm finishing this the right way!" He was over her in a flash, pulling her hips up against him as his cock made its way into her body. He pushed slowly... agonizingly so... and Gina whimpered in protest. "Ssshhhh..." he said to her, nuzzling her hair again, "Let me love you..." Gina's body responded to Gary like it had to no other lover she'd known. Because he knew so much about her, he knew when to move, when to let her move and when to lie still with her. It was like the most intimate dance imaginable, and the music came from their hearts. There would be time to explore fantasies, push envelopes, a time for wanton abandon, but this first time was not it. He wanted to hold her, to join her. And Gina wanted that, too. She'd wanted that from the first moment she had looked into his eyes. She wanted that with every secret she revealed to him, with every moment spent in agony at his behest. This was what all of that was for. A time for healing before Gina could be open again to real love. Gary's cock began to travel back and forth in her pussy channel. Gina's moans became more and more guttural, and Gary felt her muscles begin to contract around his cock. "Oh, god!" Gina gurgled, and arched against him. Gary ground his cock deeply into her, brushing it against both her g-spot and her cervix. He felt each ripple of her orgasm as it traveled concentrically down her vagina, and he felt his own need rising. Once Gina's orgasm subsided, Gary began to thrust against her, and she felt his cock expand and begin to belch out his cum deep within her. "Oh, Gina, baby... " he croaked in her ear, "aahhhhhhggg... feels so gggoooddd..." Gina rocked her pelvis against his cock, helping him to expel the last of his strength into her body. Gary fell limply onto her, cradling her in his arms as his cock sealed off their mingled juices from the outside world. Once he caught his breath, he rolled from Gina, pulling her over him and the outer quilt over them both so that she would be more comfortable. Gina lifted her head, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude. "Gary, that was amazing..." she said, "... I never thought, after I walked out the door to your office that day, that I would ever see you again..." A tear slipped down her cheek. Gary wiped it with his thumb and said, "oh, baby, don't cry..." and kissed her on the forehead "... I always knew I'd see you again, I just wasn't sure when." Gary pulled Gina closer still, feeling her soft breath ruffle the hair on his chest as she sighed against him. They both knew that this was the start of something magical because there were no secrets between them. Because Fate stepped in and gave them a second chance, there would be so many adventures for them to share openly and honestly with one another from this point on. But right now, in each other's arms, the only real answer was sleep. The Psychiatrist "It's no good being shy about it," he said. "If you want me to help you, you'll have to let it all out." "Some of it's pretty awful," she said. "I'm a psychologist. Don't you think I've heard it all before? Now relax, and we'll begin with the easy part. Do you enjoy sexual intercourse? Let's call it fucking, shall we?" "Oh god yes!" she said. "But it's not just fucking. It's everything to do with sex. It's pictures and stories, and thinking about it and dreaming about it, and having fantasies." "Fantasies about fucking?" "More than that. Fantasies about sexy situations." "What sort of situations?" "Anything that's exciting. Sexually exciting, I mean. Men doing things to me, all sorts of things. Far out things. Dirty, unspeakable things. And me doing things to men. Absolutely anything I can think of in my wildest, vilest imagination." "So that gives us a starting point, doesn't it?" he said. "Let's start off with some of those ideas that excite you." "Well, I want to be naked, or at least dressed in one of those sexy harnesses you see in porno movies, with a G-string in the crack between my ass cheeks, and my cunt showing, and my boobs thrust out and my nipples on show. I want to have a man put the harness on me, seeing me stark naked and touching me as he fits it on me, holding my tits as he fits the straps, and rubbing my nipples to make them swell." "You like a man's hands on you?" "I want his hands all over me. Lots of men at the same time. I want men's hands feeling me up, sliding up my thighs under my skirt, holding my ass, caressing my tits, rubbing my nipples, exploring me all over my body, pulling my cunt lips open, frigging my clitoris. Is this very terrible?" "It's not terrible at all. In fact it's very normal so far. Is there any particular man?" "No, any man. Strangers especially. I'd like to be blindfolded so I can't see who they are, what they're going to do to me. I want two of them to hold me down on the bed and spread my legs apart so they can all examine every part of me. Then I want to be used, used as a sex object, used to satisfy their sexual appetites the way they're satisfying mine." "What are they going to do to you?" "That's the delicious part, I don't know. But they can kiss me, suck me, masturbate me, fuck me. I think I'd like them to gang bang me." "You seem to like the idea of exhibiting your body?" "Oh yes. I want to be looked at, lusted after. I'd love to have my picture in porno magazines, make porno movies. I'd love to be on stage in a sex show. I'd love to be stripped and fucked with people watching, and know all the men in the audience are masturbating in their pants at the sight of me, wanting to own my body and do vile things to me." "What are some of these vile things?" "Holding me while another man strips me, violently. Grabbing my clothes one by one and ripping them off me. I'd like one side of my bra ripped off so that my tit hangs out, my panties pulled down round my knees. They mustn't hurt me, but they must show me I'm just a sex object to satisfy their lust. They can hold me down on the bed, like I said. Tie me up, spread-eagled on the floor. Tie me to a post, tie me with my legs wide apart or my feet in the air. Photograph me. Close-ups of my wide open cunt. Photographs of men sliding dildos and vibrators up my cunt, tormenting my nipples with a vibrator. And my clit. Fixing clips on my nipples and my clit and my cunt lips. Spread my thighs and eat everything down there, suck my cunt lips, nibble my clit. Hold me down and rub their rampant pricks all over my face, masturbate right over my eyes so I can watch their pricks swell, stuff them into my mouth and make me suck them like a lollipop, cum in my mouth and ejaculate hot jism all over my face." "Is this degrading to you?" "Not at all, I'm just being sexually used. I like to know that doing these things to my body excites men." "Do you like them to dominate you?" "Not at all. When they show me how much they want my body and how much they need to do these things to get their rocks off it gives me a feeling of power. I've got what they want. And they give me all the things I want." "What do you want?" "Sexual arousal. Experiences far more exciting than just lying under a man and being fucked, or even being caressed in the usual love-play format. It's a kind of fore-play, but more intense because it's forbidden sex in a way, things I'd be ashamed to talk about to my friends. Things they wouldn't dream of doing. Dirty, disgusting, kinky sex. Like taking pictures of my body, close-ups, pictures of me masturbating, pictures of them masturbating me, fucking me with dildos. Ejaculating all over my body. Fucking me back and front at the same time. Talking dirty. I want a man to tell me how much he wants to fuck me, to suck my cunt, to squirt his cum inside me, to have me suck him off. I want a man to take off his clothes and stand bollocks naked, with his dink drooping and his balls hanging down between his legs. And then he tells me what he thinks and what he wants from me. He wants my tits, so he rips the buttons off the front of my blouse, and then rips the shoulder straps off my brassiere and pulls my brassiere down so that my tits stand out naked. 'That's what I want to see,' he says. 'I want your tits standing up and begging to be sucked. They're like little tumescent pricks poking out from your aureola. And speaking of pricks, take a look at this.' "His cock is already risen horizontal, and he's masturbating it slowly. 'This prick is going to be your punishment,' he says. 'It may look like an ordinary piece of meat at present, but by the time I've finished stripping you bare ass naked it's going to be an eight inch fucking machine thats only ambition in life is to open up that twat of yours and fill it with hot semen.' And then he tears the clothes off me, telling me what he thinks of every part of my body, massaging that great ramrod all the time and describing what he's going to do with it. "I want to sit a naked man in front of me, and slowly take off my clothes and watch what it does to his prick, and see which part of me it is that excites him the most. I want to stand close to him and squeeze my nipples and make him watch. And stand with my cunt just inches from his face, and make him watch me masturbate until I cum." "So far you've described being aroused, but you haven't mentioned getting an orgasm." "But that's what it's all about. It's easy enough to get an ordinary orgasm. A length of cock ramming up and down inside my cunt or a few minutes masturbation. But all these far out experiences I've been talking about are so much more exciting, like skiing down a hill compared with walking. They build up so much tension I want to scream. I'm nearly there, at the crest, and then I'm not, and then I'm there again. I don't care how long that goes on. It's agony, nearly cumming but not quite. But it's a delicious agony. Maybe I'm a masochist, I don't know. But when I finally cum it's the most excruciating, tempestuous cumming." "So tell me about these orgasms. How are they brought on?" "Like I said, it's the tension building up. Sometimes I can go over the top just by letting myself go. Sometimes I look at the naked hunk bending over me with his man-meat rigid and swollen, and that's what finally brings me off. Sometimes I put my hands between his legs and hold his great hairy scrotum while I suck him off. And as his hot sperm spurts into my mouth, that's when I boil over. Sometimes it takes four men, all naked, one sucking each nipple, one between my legs with his tongue stuck up inside my cunt, and one kneeling over my head with his lollipop in my mouth. And I like to make myself cum by masturbating while I look at porno pictures, the filthier the better." "What do you mean by filthy?" "Well, like the photos I was talking about. And couples fucking in all sorts of wild ways. And lots of men fucking one girl, in her cunt and up her ass and in her mouth and cumming all over her tits. And men tying up girls and girls tying up men, and couples wee-weeing over each other, and girls fucking themselves with dildos, and men with girls sitting on their faces being sucked off, and girls sucking men off. There was one picture I remember of a girl jacking off on the gear shift in her car. And another of a girl pushing an egg up into her cunt. I want to try that myself." "Have you got a favorite?" "The more men there are, the better I like it. I want men's mouths all over my body. I'd love to do it in a space ship with no gravity, then we could float in the air and I could feel them sucking me and sticking their tongues into every orifice behind and in front, all at the same time." "You haven't talked much about wanting to do things yourself,to the men." "Mainly I want them doing things to me. But when I'm just about cumming, then I like to have dirty ideas of things to do to them. I'd love to jerk them off. Two of them at once. I'd love to make them cum, and watch them ejaculate. I'd love to suck them off. I'd love to jerk them till they're on the point of cumming, then put ice cubes on their balls so that they come down again, and keep doing that till they beg me to make them cum. I want to put a cock ring on a man's prick, and jerk him till he's so swollen that the blood can't get back past the cock ring and his erection won't go away, and then put that giant cock in my mouth and suck its head till my mouth is tired, and then leave him to jerk himself off while I watch. But I guess I'm selfish. I don't want to be the active one. I don't want to show them I want them. I want them to want me. I want them to do all the things to my body that their depraved minds can think of." "Are they really depraved?" "Oh I hope so. It's the dirty depravity of it that makes it so exciting." "Now, you've been telling me about a great many of your pleasures, but so far you don't seem to have been interested in fucking." "Well, like I said, fucking's very much a second best. It doesn't build up the tension, the excitement. And if there's no build up it may be a great big nothing. But once I'm up there, and crying for an orgasm, a great big hot meat injection filling my cunt and squirting boiling cum up into my belly is a lovely climax. And yet---there's a tremendous satisfaction in achieving a glorious orgasm without needing to be fucked." The psychiatrist took his hand from out of his fly. "I suspect that this little session was actually one of your fantasies. And you've been imagining the thoughts that have been going through my mind, and you've been picturing the erection I must have been getting while listening to you. Am I right?" She blushed and nodded. "And I suspect the tension and excitement you speak of have been building up over the past half hour?" "Oh god yes! I've been living all the fantasies I've told you about. And..." "And there's one more fantasy, isn't there? Do you want to tell me about it?" "It's this psychiatrist. He's only human, and having a girl tell him all her sexual fantasies has been getting him so horny he has to mash his mutton secretly under his desk. He's been wondering what it would be like to be one of the men who got his rocks off using her body as a sex object for his own gratification. And he's been wondering what it would be like to strip her bare-ass naked in his office. And he's been wondering what her bare-ass naked body looks like. "She's already had her gynaecologist---in her fantasies, anyway---and now she's having her psychiatrist---in her fantasies. She's imagining what he looks like bollocks naked, with his professional prick responding to her naked body. Strangely, her egoistical problem of not wanting to be the active one, of wanting to be the wanted one, seems to be melting away. She desperately wants to be the aggressor, to show him that he's wanted, and that she wants him. She doesn't need to be stripped by her fantasy man, she wants to strip for him." Quickly she tore off her blouse. There was no confining brassiere beneath. "These are the breasts I was telling you about. Would you rather I called them tits? They're nice and firm, aren't they? They didn't need a brassiere to hold them up. My nipples desperately need someone to suck them, to ease the tension, to stop them throbbing." The psychiatrist eased his bulging prick from out of his fly. His right hand held his pen over the notepad. His left hand stroked his rod, holding it tightly enough to ease the tension his patient had been talking about but not tightly enough to bring on the orgasm that threatened to boil out any moment. He gazed at the tip-tilted breasts and their swollen nipples, and imagined what it would be like to take them in his mouth. His patient flung her discarded blouse onto the floor, and held one breast up in each hand, squeezing them and displaying them for him. She fumbled with her belt buckle, and pulled the belt violently out of the belt loops at the waist of her jeans." "My psychiatrist would like to get his fingers on this zipper," she said. "He's aching to zip it down and haul down my jeans and see me in nothing but skimpy panties. He'll love my crotch. My pubic mound really bulges, and there's quite a space between my thighs because my twat takes up so much room. And my panties must be soaking wet, because I've been nearly cumming for so long now." She dropped her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, and posed with her legs astride. "He'd love to pull down my panties. He's probably seen plenty of cunts in the course of his work, but he's desperate to see how different this one is. What he'd really like to do is rip them off me, tear them off me, strip the last vestige of modesty from me, violate a defenseless female patient, feast his eyes on a cunt that hungers to be looked at." She put her fingers inside the leg vents of her panties, and ripped the thin nylon up to the waist band. The tattered rags hung down over her belly, and she moved forward to the desk and thrust a freshly shaved crotch toward his eyes. There was room between the tops of her thighs for several fingers together. Her cunt hole gaped wet and wide, and two fleshy cunt lips hung down. "See how different my cunt is? See how much room there is to put a great swollen cock between my thighs? See how every part of my cunt is anxious to show itself and be looked at and examined and explored? See how I shaved it naked specially for you?" She climbed onto the psychiatrist's desk and sat with her legs dangling over the edge nearest to him. She looked down at his lap, and reached down to take the engorged prick in one hand. The psychiatrist stood up, and gently laid her back across the desk. Without loosing her hold of his prick she raised her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, at the same time guiding the eager weapon into the gaping entrance to her cunt. "You've stripped your defenseless patient naked against her will," she said. "So now rape me. Screw me, fuck me, ram that huge fucking organ into me . Fill my cunt and split my belly apart with the size of it. Hold me down on your desk and violate me. Make my wildest, filthiest fantasy come true." The psychiatrist held her down on his desk, pressing his hands onto her breasts, her turgid nipples held tightly between his fingers. He looked at her naked body, taking his time, inspecting the curve of her belly, the widespread thighs and the open gash of her twat. Then without warning he lurched forward, ramming eight inches of hot meat up into her vagina, up so high into her entrails that she knew his piercing knob must have reached her navel. She gasped, and let out a wailing cry. "Oh my god, I could die at this instant. This has been my most wonderful fantasy. Now keep fucking me. Fuck me. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Tear my belly apart! Screw the ass off me! Just don't stop! I'm going to cum. I'm cumming. Cum with me. Let your cum pump go. Let me feel your hot sperm inside me. Oh god, it's boiling, it's so far up inside me it'll never come down." The psychiatrist was a gentle man. But he was able to imagine he really was raping his defenseless patient. And his fantasy was as violent and dirty as his patient's.