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The Therapist

By: jim313



I had been feeling unexplainably down for the last couple of weeks and, at first, had attributed it to how lousy business was but when I still had the same feelings after writing some good orders, I decided to see my doctor and get a checkup. After putting me through a battery of tests, he called me a few days later and told me that everything seems to be in good order physically and that it might be a good idea to see a therapist to try and get to the bottom of it before it gets worse.

I checked the internet for some therapists in my area and decided to call a Dr. Dianne Weston who was only a couple of blocks away. I made an appointment for Tuesday at 11 am and figured that I would find an old dowager psychotherapist when I arrived. Imagine my surprise when the door opened and a very attractive, tall, dark haired beauty greeted me and after some small talk, showed me to the perennial couch. What I wanted to do was throw her on the couch and fuck her but instead, we sat down and she started to draw out my personal and business life so that she would have a better idea of who I am. I had a hardon all through that first session and, while answering her questions.

I was appraising her charms and thinking about how much Tina would like a session with her also except that it would be more physical therapy than mental. She caught me looking at her breasts and I think I saw a flicker of interest in her eyes but couldn't be sure. We went through 3 sessions in 3 weeks and by now she had a pretty good idea of my background. During the fourth session, she asked me about my relationship with Tina and I told her that, before I went into any really personal stuff, I wanted to make sure that whatever I told her would remain in this room and she assured me that was so.

I told her that I have an extra dosage of libido and have been that way ever since I was a kid. I told her that I completely lose myself in sexual pleasure and when walking on the street, will mentally undress every woman I find somewhat attractive even though I may have just finished having great sex a short time before. I told her that I cannot resist a pussy or cock if one is displayed before me and that my penis takes over my mind completely as soon as I look at one. She asked about Tina and her reaction to this and I told her that Tina also has a strong libido and that we have a group of married couples and some singles with whom we have sex on a fairly regular basis and that my wife enjoys it just as much as I do. I told her that all the people with whom we have sex are bisexual which provides a tremendous amount of variety and interesting combinations. 

I thought I saw her eyes glaze over for just a second when I told her that but couldn't be sure. I decided to elaborate on this theme since it seemed to be registering with her and told her about a typical evening when a couple comes over and we mix it up in every possible way. Then I saw that she was affected by what I was telling her because she fidgeted in her chair and once quickly wiped some perspiration off her forehead. She asked me how Tina reacts when I'm having sex with a guy and I told her that Tina gets more turned on by that than almost anything else. I also mentioned that, in my experience, almost every woman was totally turned on by watching her husband with another man and related the true story of Rick and Renee. They had expressed an interest in joining our group and I asked them over one evening for an "interview". 

To make a long story short, after a long discussion about our group and activities, and knowing that once she was turned on, she would jump in with both feet, I walked over to Rick and asked him to stand up and zip open his fly. He looked surprised for a moment and then, without further hesitation, zipped it open. I asked him to remove his cock and balls and then sit back in the chair. He reached in and removed one of the most beautiful organs I had ever seen which was accompanied by a very large pair of tight, full balls. I got on my knees between his legs and started licking his ball sac before I took one of his testicles into my mouth. All the while I was running my fingers up and down his thick shaft which was getting very hard. 

After sucking his balls a while, I moved up his pole and licked it all around as I worked my way up to his irresistible crown. I took the head in my mouth and glanced over to Renee whose eyes were like saucers fixed upon what I was doing to her husband. When I began sucking him in earnest and bobbing my head up and down on his rod, she started breathing heavy and Tina sat down next to her and began playing with her nipples through the fabric of her dress as she remarked about how much of a turn on it was for her to see me sucking another guy. It turns out that Renee got more turned on from watching her husband being sucked by me as well as sucking me, that she let herself go completely and turned out to be one wild, sexy woman. I could see the effect this was having on Dr. Weston as she became very nervous and was wiping her brow constantly. 

It was at the end of this session that she told me that, from what she can determine, there's nothing wrong with me and that it may have been a temporary chemical imbalance which caused the depressed feelings. She said that it wouldn't be necessary for us to continue any longer and that, if the down feelings returned, I should give her a call and we'll look into it further. We parted company and I went home satisfied that I had checked things out both physically and mentally and it seems as though everything's fine. The depressed feeling had almost disappeared by then and I went back to my usual daily routine. 

A few days later, I was watching a ballgame on the TV when the phone rang and it was Dr. Weston. She asked how I was feeling and as I reported that everything was fine, I thought about why she was calling me and, on a lark, asked her if she would like to come over sometime and meet Tina and spend an evening with us. I really didn't expect her to take me up on the invitation but she surprised me by mentioning that, if I was still her patient, she couldn't accept but since I was no longer seeing her, she would love to meet Tina. We made arrangements for the next night and I told Tina about the appointment. I had already told her all about Dr. Weston and she was looking forward to meeting the beauty who knew all about our sex life. 

When the doorbell rang the next evening, I asked Tina to answer the door and she came into the living room with Dianne Weston right behind her. She was really good looking with a gorgeous body that must have been poured into the short, tight dress that showed off her large breasts, ample hips and great legs. I got us drinks and we talked about a number of innocuous things until suddenly Dianne steered the conversation to our unusual sex life. We told her that we both are bisexual and so are all of our close friends. I asked if she too was bi and she told us that she loves sex with a woman almost as much as a man so I asked her if she would like to relax with us and perhaps get to know Tina better and she accepted immediately. 

I directed the conversation towards our group sex meetings and the wonderful times we've had with the people involved and, all through it, I noticed Dianne's eyes roving all over Tina's body. Tina noticed it also and every once in a while would flash her some thigh as she crossed her legs and then she stood up and announced that she was going inside to slip into something comfortable and asked Dianne if she would like to join her. I let the two of them go since I knew that Tina was going to make her move in the bedroom and I would wait a few minutes before going in and joining them. I gave them about 10 minutes and sure enough walked into the bedroom to find them naked in bed on their sides in a 69. 

Neither one of them paid any attention to me as I undressed since they were so into one another's crotches, so I got up on the bed and ran my hands over Dianne's body and as soon as I touched her skin, I felt the fabulous vibes that were always the precursor to great sex. She had good sized, firm breasts with very large brown nipples that stood out at least a half inch and I tweaked them while running my fingers in her ass crack and playing with her anus. Tina looked up at me as she feverishly sucked Dianne's pussy and there was a smile in her eyes so I knew that she was enjoying herself. Then I heard Dianne's muffled cry as her orgasm struck and watched her push her cunt into my wife's face as she came while she continued sucking deeply on Tina's pussy. 

The two of them lay with their heads resting on each other's thighs after Dianne's orgasm had subsided and then Tina told her to relax a minute and went inside to get some drinks. Dianne was laying on her back with her legs splayed open and my eyes fastened on her sexy crotch. She was completely shaven and had large pouty labia majora framing petal like labia minora which were swollen and parted. I looked up at her and found her eyes riveted to my erection so I asked her if she would like to try it out and, in answer, she rolled over on her stomach and had my crown between her lips before I knew what was happening. After sucking it for a few minutes, she lifted her head and told me that she has been wanting to suck my cock ever since our last session.  

She said that she got so turned on by all the things that I was telling her about our activities, that her panties were soaked and it was all she could do to keep from going down on me right then and there. She said that she had another appointment right after mine and really didn't remember much about it since her mind was on sex. The moment that session was over, she had to masturbate. She said that she was very happy that it turned out that I really didn't need to see her since that freed her up from the Dr./Patient relationship code and the more she thought about the things I told her, the more she wanted to call me and hopefully get invited over. Then she went back down on my throbbing organ as Tina walked in with the drinks and Dianne lifted her head just long enough to tell my wife that she was enjoying drinking from my fountain and would join us in a few minutes. 

Tina sat back on the pillows next to me and, as she sipped her drink, she told Dianne where to concentrate on my cock to get me as horny as possible and Dianne followed her every instruction and had me climbing the walls in no time. She really knew how to suck cock and we could see that she loves doing it. Tina told her to take my balls in her hands and pull down on them firmly as she sucked on the head and that she would be rewarded with a large quantity of absolutely delicious cum in a short while. Dianne did just that and, shortly thereafter, my penis swelled and began pumping hot cum in her mouth in spurts which she gulped down as each load struck her tongue. She kept sucking on my penis until it totally shrunk and lifted her head to tell me how much she enjoyed swallowing my juices. Then Tina asked her if she would like a nice big cock inside her now and she looked at my shrunken organ and up at Tina with a questioning look. 

Tina walked over to the dresser and took out a huge, very realistic looking strap on dildo and secured it to her waist so that it was sticking straight out and swaying as she walked towards the bed. She smeared some ky on it and told Dianne to ready herself for a delightful penetration. Dianne lay back and spread her legs as she reached for the shaft and guided the head to her opening. Tina worked the thick tool back and forth between the pretty labia and then into the pink hole that swallowed every inch she fed it. Dianne was moaning as she reached up and ran her hands over Tina's beautiful breasts. Her eyes were moving back and forth from Tina's face and breasts to the enormous plastic cock that felt so good inside her hole and she motioned Tina to come down a moment for a kiss. 

Tina fucked her slowly and sensuously while telling her that the girls love this tool, which they've named "Roger" and use it when the men are between hardons. She told her that, very often, the men wind up having sex with each other and have to rest a while afterwards before they can get hard again and that's when Roger is called upon to do his stuff and he has never disappointed them. Dianne smiled and told her she can see why and that she thinks she's falling in love with Roger. Then Tina worked the dildo around and watched Dianne's face to see if she was going to cum yet as Dianne looked into her eyes and asked her never to stop fucking her like that. 

Tina was stroking smoothly and deeply into Dianne's wet hole and Dianne's eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced the delights Tina was giving her. Then she looked over at me and motioned me to come over next to her so that she could suck my soft cock and, as soon as I dropped to my knees alongside her, she lunged for my organ and took the entire thing in her mouth. She was very talented and my penis started to grow soon afterwards and she moaned as it grew larger and larger until she had to back off and nurse on the crown as it was fully erect. As she sucked on my cock, she looked up at both of us and conveyed the passion that she felt at the moment. 

Her mouth clamped down on my organ as her glazed eyes locked with Tina's and she went into orgasm. She was shuddering in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her body and she wanted to keep that beautiful toy inside her all the time as well as the delicious piece of manhood in her mouth. She slowly came back down from her high and we parted to lay back and relax a moment.

I asked Dianne if she had ever been married and she told us that she is married but she and her husband are separated presently and have been for the last 2 years. She told us that he is an officer in the Marine Corps and was due back from Iraq in a few weeks. I asked her what she does for sex since we could see her libido was quite high and she told us that she has a friend who is bi and comes over on occasion to sleep with her. Her friend also has a boyfriend who she brings over to join them occasionally but outside of that, she masturbates a lot and has a collection of interesting toys that she uses. She told us that sometimes when she's really horny, she'll wear one of her vibrator toys, like the Joni Butterfly, while she's working at her desk and sometimes when she's working with a client, who has no idea what's going on under her clothing. 

She told us that she still has sex with her husband whenever he's around as that was the best part of their marriage and he recently wrote her and asked if he could stay with her awhile when he returns from the Middle East as he hasn't had a woman in a long time and misses her. I asked her if he's bi and she pondered this a moment before saying that she really didn't know as the subject had never come up between them. I told her that from now on she won't have to worry about sex as she could call on us whenever she's horny. She smiled and told us that since she's always horny, she might become a nuisance and before I could say a word in answer, Tina told her that she would never have to worry about that with us. 

All the time we had been talking, Tina had been playing with my cock and had gotten it good and hard again. She grasped my thick shaft in her hand and showed it to Dianne as she asked her to please sit on her face as I fucked her so that she could lose herself in both of us. She lay down and reached for my erect penis and fit it to her hole as I pushed the head inside to her gasp of pleasure. As I worked my organ deeper inside her, Dianne got up and squatted over her face and started rubbing her crotch over her mouth as Tina's tongue darted out and licked every part offered to her. I had put a pillow under Tina's ass and was on my knees rocking back and forth as my cock moved in and out of her warm pussy. I reached out and tweaked Dianne's erect nipples as she fucked Tina's mouth and I saw the unbridled passion reflected in her eyes as she looked down at my penis disappearing inside my wife's cunt. 

The three of us went off on a long high as we lost ourselves in the pleasures we were giving each other until I felt my wife shudder and heard her muffled moan as she wet my cock with her juices in orgasm. When she returned to the living, she pulled her mouth from the delicious pussy she was still sucking and suggested that Dianne come down and take her place so that she, too, could feel the delights of my hard organ. Dianne needed no prodding and was lying in Tina's place as soon as she got up. I adjusted the pillow under her ass and ran the head of my cock up and down her slit from her clit to her anus before pushing the crown inside as she pulled on my nipples. When I was about halfway in, Tina lowered her wet pussy to Dianne's mouth and started a slow sensuous face fuck as I worked my thickness into her hole. 

As my wife and I fucked the beauty under us, we leaned forward and soul kissed as we moved our organs back and forth. I had worked my penis deep inside Dianne's beautiful pussy and every time I went deep, she would gasp as my crown tip brushed against her cervix. She was moaning as she sucked Tina and then she grasped my thighs and pushed her cunt against me to get more cock as her orgasm struck. Her body convulsed in passion and I felt her cunt contract around my penis as she covered my shaft with her hot juices. When her last spasm ended, we slowly parted and lay back on the bed to rest a moment. 

Dianne told us that she had an early appointment in the morning and had to go home and get some sleep so we called it a night and watched her get dressed as Tina played with my erection. I told Dianne that I'm usually home during the day and that if she ever got horny, to give me a call and come over. Tina made a face and said that we'd both have to make it up to her if we got together during the day when she's stuck at work. We saw Dianne to the door and then Tina grasped my erection in her hand and pulled me by the cock into the bedroom where she told me that she's very thirsty and wants her favorite drink.

Next morning, as I was working at my desk, I got a call from Brad who said that he was going to be in my neighborhood shortly and did I have time for a quickie since he was due back in the office later. We made arrangements for him to come over about noon and I told him that I would leave word with the doorman to send him right up as soon as he arrived and that I would leave my apartment door unlocked so he can just come right in. I had been wanting to do this for a long time as it was a favorite fantasy and looked forward to finally acting it out. 

About a half hour before he was to arrive, I undressed and sat down at the computer to answer some emails from sexy friends that we had made over the internet. I was in the middle of a very horny message to a couple in California when the door opened and Brad stood there with a surprised but delighted expression on his face as he saw me typing at the computer naked with a beautiful hardon. He didn't hesitate for a second and started peeling off his clothes. When he was naked, he walked into the den and, without saying a word, dropped to his knees in front of me, under the desk, and began fondling my balls and thick penis. He told me to continue typing since he was going to have some lunch and with that, took my crown between his lips and began nursing on it. 

I found it difficult to continue typing after a while and suggested that we retire to the bedroom where I could have some lunch also. Brad had a gorgeous, thick, 8" cock and I lost myself immediately upon taking his swollen cockhead in my mouth. The two of us voraciously sucked on each other's organs as we played with our ball sacs and fingered our assholes. After some time, Brad pulled his mouth from my organ and asked me to please fuck him as he wants my cock deep in his ass. We were just getting into position when the phone rang and, since we hadn't started yet, I picked it up and it was Dianne. She had been thinking about last night and was so horny she didn't know what to do so she called me since I told her that I'm usually home.


The Therapist



I told her that she had called just as I was about to insert my organ into a beautiful, male ass and she asked if she could please come over and watch us since that was a terrific turn on for her. I asked Brad if he would mind a beautiful woman coming over to watch us and he agreed providing she could make it quickly since he didn't have much time today. I told her to come right over since I don't know how long I can hold out and she promised she would be right over. I lay down alongside Brad and took his beautiful erection in my hand as I told him all about my therapist. As I was telling him about how I met Dianne, the bell rang and I told the doorman to send her right up. We were playing with each other's erections when the doorbell rang. I called out that the door was open and that she should come right in. When I heard her enter, I told her to lock the door behind her and join us in the bedroom.

When she walked into the room, I was immediately captivated by her beauty. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered and Brad caught his breath sharply and his eyes roamed over every part of her. Dianne stood there a moment taking in the scene as her eyes roved from Brad to me and she licked her lips as she started peeling off her clothing. As she revealed more and more of her body, both Brad and I praised her body and when she was naked, I asked her to lie down between us as such great beauty deserves to be worshipped. She thanked me for the compliment but said that she had disturbed us when she called a short while ago and reminded me that she had come over to watch what we were doing. She told me that I had told her on the phone that I was just about to insert my penis into Brad's anus and that's what she came over to watch so we should please just go ahead and forget she's there. 

I told her that it would be very difficult for us to forget that she's there but we'll try and with that I asked Brad to assume the position and got up behind him and rubbed my erection up and down his ass crack lubricating him with my precum. I fit the crown to his opening and pushed the head inside up to the deep ridge around my cockhead and moved it back and forth until my organ was sliding smoothly in his ass. I grasped him by the hips and started long, smooth strokes in and out of his asshole so that one minute my cock was buried all the way to my pubic hairs and the next, only the very tip of the head was inside. I looked over at Dianne who was sitting back against the headboard with her legs splayed wide playing with her pussy with one hand and pinching her erect nipples with the other while her eyes were fastened on my erection sliding in and out of Brad's beautiful ass. 

She was making comments about how beautiful it was to watch us fuck and I told her that it would be even better if she fed Brad her cunt to suck while she watched so she moved over and lay down in front of him and spread her legs wide. Brad moaned as he went down on her and began worshipping her crotch with his tongue and lips while I lost myself in the pleasures his ass was giving me. Dianne was keeping up a constant stream of sexy observations as she described the wonderful sensations coursing through her body from the combination of Brad's expert tongue and my cock moving in and out of his ass. 

I told Brad that it was too bad Tina wasn't here as she would love to be sucking his cock right now and he lifted his head from Dianne's wet cunt and agreed that it would be really great. Dianne asked when Tina was coming home as she could sure use her pussy to suck on right now and I told her that Tina wouldn't be home until about 6 o'clock and then told her that I think I'm about to fill his ass with cum. Dianne asked me to look into her eyes when I cum and I locked eyes with her as my organ swelled and began spurting ropes of hot cum deep in Brad's sexy ass. Dianne's eyes glazed over as she went into orgasm also and fed Brad her juices. 

Brad had been pulling his cock as he sucked her but hadn't cum yet so when he rolled over on his back, his erection stood straight up and Dianne suggested that it was his turn to fuck me while I sucked her and she watched again. She said that, if she hadn't called, we'd be fucking each other so we should just go ahead and continue. I had been stroking his organ as she talked and it was leaking gobs of precum so I quickly dipped my head and lifted off a big drop that was welling up from his slit and licked my lips from the delicious nectar. I told Dianne to try some as it was a delicious treat which I always looked forward to and she licked off another big drop and agreed with me that it was very delicious. After we had our fill of his pre-coital juices, I got on my hands and knees and presented my ass to him. 

He came up behind me and Dianne got my anus wet with his precum as she fit his penis to my opening and told him to push it in. I felt his thickness spread my anus and then his crown popped inside and he moved it around until it was sliding smoothly back and forth. I loved the feeling of his hot meat inside my ass and then Dianne sat down in front of me and offered me her delicious crotch to suck while she watched and commented on how sexy we looked. I was in another world as Brad's cock filled my ass while Dianne's cunt was in my mouth. I looked up at her as I teased her clitoris with my tongue and her eyes were fastened on Brad as he fucked me. 

Brad's penis was sliding smoothly in and out of my asshole and felt wonderful. Then he reached down and grasped my cock in his hand and started stroking it as he fucked me. I was in heaven with that gorgeous piece of manhood filling my hole as I sucked Dianne's delicious pussy and I gave myself up to the fabulous sensations I was experiencing. After some time, I heard Brad cry out that he was about to cum and felt his organ swell in my asshole as it began pumping ropes of cum deep inside me. While he was cumming, my orgasm hit and my penis started shooting my cum juices all over the bed and Dianne pushed her cunt into my face and started shuddering and shaking in orgasm as she wet my face with her juices also. 

Brad slowly withdrew his organ from my ass, which felt empty without that gorgeous meat inside, and I lifted my head from Dianne's sweet crotch and found her smiling down at me in contentment. We rested a few minutes and Brad got dressed and headed back to his office as Dianne dressed and left also since she had a appointment with a patient. I went back to work at my desk and got so involved in what I was doing the next thing I knew Tina was home from work and I told her the events of the afternoon with both Brad and Dianne. She pouted and said that I should have called her as she would have tried to come home for an hour or so to join us. I told her that, if it ever happened again, I would. When we got into bed later that night, Tina had me describe in detail the events of my afternoon session with Dianne and Brad. Naturally, we both got horny as I described the scene and wound up slow fucking as I continued telling her all about it. 

She interrupted me occasionally to ask how Dianne was reacting to our sucking and fucking each other while she watched us and, by the time I finished relating everything, both of us had a beautiful orgasm and went to sleep with my cock still buried inside her as I thought about how nice things turned out because I went to see a therapist. I haven't had a recurrence of those depressed feelings since I started seeing Dianne so it looks like she turned out to be a very good therapist who would be providing much needed therapy for some time to come. And the best part is that it wasn't going to cost $150 a session... 



The Therapist



Jenny had been having trouble. For some time now, she had been unable to enjoy sex with her boy friends. She was able to give and receive oral, but she could only feel her self loosen up when she had a cock in her mouth.

Fearful that this may be a long standing problem, she made an appointment to see a sex specialist, a chap called Dr Harden. Whether it was his real name, Jenny did not know, nor did she care, she just wanted to be able to enjoy penetrative sex again (and again and again she thought wryly to herself).

Despite her depressing predicament, she still retained her sense of humour. She had a wonderful personality, was very attractive, albeit petite, lovely shapely legs and adequate curves. She had a 36C bust which she believed was adequate. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste, she would sometimes joke.

Jenny reached the private clinic and was shown into a comfy waiting room with up to date magazines on the coffee table. She poured herself a glass of fresh orange juice and sat on a couch, reaching for a magazine. Amongst the usual women's mags were a selection of soft porn publications. It was a sex therapist and they were needed, she assumed. If a couple needed to produce a semen sample for artificial insemination, she guessed a bit of porn might help. She mused on how interesting that sort of job could be and if the nurses were allowed to assist. If so, then this is what they might call a hands-on job! Yes, her sense of humour was in full swing. Just as well s she was feeling very nervous.

A few moments later, a young lad was shown in to the waiting room by the receptionist and he saw Jenny. He immediately blushed, obviously embarrassed by the fact she must know he had a sexual problem. He smiled and nodded to her shyly and Jenny smiled back, recognising his nervousness.

"Hi" she said, "I'm Jenny", extending her arm to shake his hand.

He reached over tentatively and shook her hand. "Hi Jenny" he rasped, his throat starting to give up on him. "My name's Tom" he said, more authoritively this time. He sat opposite Jenny and noticed her lovely legs, her short skirt which finished half way up the thigh revealing her shapely, tanned and toned legs and, at certain angles, just a hint of her panties. Tom felt himself getting hard beneath his jeans and he leaned forward for a magazine to place on his lap to disguise his embarrassment. Tom thought he would use the magazine as a distraction but he noticed he'd picked up a porno magazine and it was full of naked women. As he flicked through the magazine, he noticed it was a European magazine as many of the photos were quite explicit and involved multiple participants in lewd acts. His erection remained. 

Tom looked over at Jenny and, in his mind's eye, he saw her naked, with cum dribbling out from her pussy like she'd been freshly fucked. He blinked and looked again, this time he saw her how she really was, fully clothed and reading her magazine. Tom rubbed his eyes and looked again. The image of Jenny naked with cum oozing from her love hole was overwhelming. He gulped and the noise caused Jenny to look up.

"Are you OK?" she enquired with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he lied, "just a bit nervous, that's all". Jenny smiled. She was also apprehensive but she was able to relax.

"I'm here because I can't enjoy sex with my boy friend" she said, trying to put Tom at ease. "I hear Dr Harden is the best therapist of his kind in this country" she added in the way of small talk. Tom just nodded.

"I can only get my pussy relaxed if I have my boyfriend's cock in my mouth" she continued, "but the moment he tries to fuck me, my pussy clams up like a roller blind!" This made Tom smile a little.

"So, why are you coming to see Dr Harden" she asked. Tom blushed again. His problem was every bit as personal but he felt awkward telling a total stranger, especially a woman, a good looking horny woman, his problem.

"Oh, you know" he started. Jenny leaned forward, showing interest. 

"Tell me" she asked politely. Jenny smiled her prettiest smile and Tom's heart melted.

"I can't satisfy my girl friend" he whispered, his eyes darting around the room, embarrassed to make eye contact with her. God, she was horny, he kept thinking to himself.

"In what way" Jenny probed. Tom remained silent for a moment.

"I can't get an erection" he said eventually.

"Is your girlfriend attractive?" Jenny persevered. Tom nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, she's a stunner" he said with much enthusiasm, "She could have any one she wanted but I feel inferior and I just can't get it up" he said, suddenly aware of the bulge in his jeans and moving his magazine covertly over his dignity. This did not go unnoticed to Jenny.

"Do the magazines help?" she asked, assuming it was the porn which had caused his predicament. Tom, realising she had guessed he had an erection, nodded. He knew the mags did not help but her charms had caused him his first erection in months. Further more, he had months worth of semen sloshing around in his scrotum eager for release and, despite his overwhelming desire for his girlfriend, right now all he wanted was Jenny. He noticed how her chest heaved seductively as she breathed, imaging her legs wrapped around him as he lay on top of her, fucking her. The image of her naked with fresh semen seeping out from her shaved pussy re-emerged in his mind. He really wanted her and he wanted her now.

Tom's thoughts were interrupted.

"Dr Harden will see you now, Tom" the receptionist said. "Consultation room 2". The receptionist lead Tom down the corridor and showed him into the consulting room. 

"If you'd like to undress behind the screen and put on a gown, Dr Harden will be with you shortly" she said, her smile friendly and calming. Tom stripped and placed on a big towelling robe, tying the robe around his waist. He tried desperately to contain his erection and even considered finding the men's toilets and getting rid of it. He realised that Dr Harden could come in at any moment and he may loose his consultation and, anyway, it could be important in the diagnosis and cure.

Meanwhile, the receptionist had returned to the waiting room.

"Jenny, could you go to consultation room 1 please" she said and showed Jenny the way. She was given the same instructions as Tom. Jenny kicked off her heels then took off her tight top and short skirt. She unclipped her bra and placed these all on a hook before removing her matching panties. They were bone dry. She sighed. She so desperately wanted to be normal again, to feel all lubricated and horny when she was with her boy friend. She reached for a fluffy gown and covered her modesty and went and laid on the consultation couch.

The two consultation rooms were connected by a door and Dr Harden entered Jenny's room first. He introduced himself and confirmed her basic details. He was an Australian, judging by the accent, and a good looking one at that, Jenny thought. He was probably mid 30's or so, well tanned and was the type that probably had a surf board on his roof rack, she mused. He wore no wedding ring but had tattoo's on his forearms. He was dressed in a shirt and tie, loosely knotted, with his sleeves rolled up, and smelt of fresh shower gel.

"So what's is the problem" he asked.

"I can only get lubricated when I have my boyfriend's cock in my mouth" she said. "Any time he goes near my pussy, it gets all dry and he can't get it in".

"Have you tried lubricant's, my dear?"

"Lubricants, vibrators, porno DVD's the lot" she said, the desperation evident in her voice.

"I see" he said in a typical medical fashion, rubbing his pencil against his chin.

"Would you take off your gown and lie on the couch please" he instructed and she dutifully obliged. Here she was, naked in front of a good looking bloke and talking to him about her personal sexual problems. He was, however, a doctor and a specialist at that, she said to herself as a way of reassurance. He looked her all over, doing things like checking blood flow to the extremities by testing for pulse and capillary refill.

Jenny was starting to relax when Dr Harden suddenly put his hand on her bush. 

"I'm just going to finger you now" he said, quite clinically. "Tell me what you feel" he said. His fingers began probing at her pussy, starting with the outer labia and making his way towards her clit. His hands moved expertly but it was having no effect at all. He stood at her feet and leaned across, removing his tie first, and began licking her pussy, licking the outer lobes, trying to press his tongue inside her, his warm breath against her belly and thighs, his chin which could have done with a shave, gently grazing her soft supple skin. Jenny knew she should have been close to an orgasm by now. This guy had moves that should have had her in seventh heaven but, for now, it was just boring. He stood up and scratched his slightly stubbly chin.

"Put your head back a bit, sweetheart" he ordered and she did as she was told as he walked up to her head. The couch was lowered and she watched as he stood at behind her head, undoing his trousers and removing his cock. It was semi hard and, she guessed, when it was fully erect, it was a bit of a monster.

"Open wide" he said and, for a split second, she thought she might have got the wrong surgery. The dentist was two doors down. She obeyed and he placed his now almost totally stiff cock into her mouth. She assumed he wanted her to suck it, so she began giving him a good blow job, her tongue darting over the head of his dick, her slow soft sucking movements on his shaft. Jenny lifted her hands behind her head and began tickling his balls with one hand, masturbating him with the other. Professional or not, Dr Harden was enjoying himself and, in fairness, Jenny was an expert gobbler and he sighed deeply as she sucked on his hard cock. 

Jenny released her hold on his balls and began to finger her own clit, her passion beginning to build. Dr Harden allowed her a few moments of pleasure, waiting for her pussy to be wet and ready. He removed himself from her mouth and marched to the foot end of the couch, kneeling on the couch between her legs and attempted to enter her. Much to his surprise, despite the moistness, her channel would not permit him entry and although he got the tip of his cock into her, there was too much resistance and she squealed in pain. 

He climbed off and scratched his chin again, deep in thought. He repossessed his strides and dressed himself.

"Give me a couple of minutes, Jenny" he said as he left to go into the second consultation room. This case was puzzling to him.

"Hi Tom" the Dr said and went through the same ritual of introductions and background information as had with Jenny. Tom had explained his problem that he couldn't get an erection but upon examination, the Doctor found a hot throbbing knob covered in pre cum.

"How did this happen?" the Doctor asked inquisitively.

"There was this horny woman in your waiting room. Jenny, she said her name was. Wow, she's hot" Tom said, absent mindedly reaching down and pleasuring himself. "I haven't had an erection for almost a year until this morning" he added. Dr Harden thought for a moment.

"You say Jenny gave you this erection?" he confirmed.

"Not many" came the excited reply.

"Would you like to fuck her, then?" the Doctor clarified.

"Wouldn't you? Did you check out those legs?" Tom continued, all excited. The Doctor had, as well as her tits and pussy. He'd even had his cock in her mouth and part of it in her pussy.

"Tom," he said in a serious voice," when the clock on that wall is at 11.25, I want you to go through that door over there" he said, pointing to the interconnecting door. "What ever you see, don't be alarmed. If you feel the need to do anything or join in, then do so. I think this may help you with your problem and should put you on the road to recovery" he said. Tom looked concerned and the Doctor patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, mate" he said, his Ozzie accent becoming more pronounced, "She'll be right" and we wandered off through the door leaving Tom somewhat confused.

The Doctor clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Right, Jenny. I have arranged some therapy for you. Whatever happens in the next hour should help you come to terms with your problem and, if I am right, cure you. The treatment may be a little unorthodox but are you OK with that?"

Jenny nodded. Her problem was unorthodox so she half expected the treatment to be similar.

"Don't worry. Lie back, relax and enjoy" he said. He leaned forward and fondled her tits and she closed her eyes. Oh boy, he was experienced and she enjoyed the attention her ample sized tits were receiving. He worked her tits expertly, leaning forward to kiss them, before beginning his oral manipulation (sucking to me and you!) of her nipples. Jenny squirmed in pleasure, her moans becoming more pronounced. She reached out an arm and found his crotch, and she undid his zip with one hand, delving in and fondling his cock. Man, this was a big one. She smirked to herself about this Australian being popular in his own country, especially as he was big down under. Even during sex, her humour never left her.

The Doctor moved his way round to her head and he removed his clothing, letting it fall on the floor by the consultation couch. Immediately, Jenny reached for his erection and guided it towards her open waiting mouth, her tongue guiding it in, darting over the top, around the inside of the foreskin. The Doctor sighed deeply. This was the best part of the job. Worth doing 5 years at medical school, he'd always said that. 

He noticed the clock and knew he had a minute to go before Tom joined them. Jenny felt his body move as he reached forward to grab her tits again and she writhed in pleasure as he tantalised her nipples. Once again, her hand moved from his balls to her own clit as she frigged herself, happy with a cock in her mouth and her nipples being played with.

Right on cue, the door opened and Tom walked in. He must have looked like a cartoon to the Doctor as his eyes opened so wide, they looked like they were popping out of his head. The Doctor noticed his gown fall open and the stirrings of an erection appear. So far, so good for the Doctor. The first part of his plan was working.

Jenny was oblivious to the observer in the corner and she gobbled greedily on the Doctor's throbbing member. The Doctor gesticulated to Tom to approach the couch and Tom obeyed, his eyes transfixed on the sight before him. This horny bitch was now totally naked and, just like his earlier vision, he was not disappointed. He even noticed that her pussy hair had been shaved (or sculpted) into the shape of a love heart. 

Tom approached and he saw her tits bouncing around as the Doctor started to fuck Jenny's mouth, the motion causing her body to move with some vigour. Unable to contain himself, Tom shrugged off his gown and approached the couch at Jenny's feet. Her legs were spread and he could see the moistness from her pussy. His mind's eye imagined himself buried deep inside her, pounding her pussy, coming inside her.

Then his vision went and all he could see was Jenny giving head. Tom knelt on the couch between her legs and he moved his face nearer, smelling her sex. He was now fully erect. No Viagra needed today for Tom. He extended his tongue and tasted Jenny for the first time. She tasted so sweet. Jenny became vaguely aware of Tom's presence and she moved her hand back to the Doctor's balls, allowing Tom full access to her pussy lips. Dutifully, he licked her clit and he probed at her pussy with his fingers. 

Jenny squirmed with delight and the Doctor received untold pleasure as she wriggled and moaned, her sudden sharp intakes of breath as strong as her normal sucking motions. She was approaching an orgasm and the Doctor might not be too far behind her. The Doctor motioned for Tom to replace his finders with his cock. He understood immediately and positioned himself between her legs, leaning forward and lowering himself on to her, his face now right in front of her tits. He couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and nibbled a nipple. She groaned until he gently bit on it, she screamed with pain and pleasure. 

The scream made Tom jump and the action caused his cock to enter Jenny and, this time, there was no resistance. He pushed his erection in to, deeper and deeper it slid, gently and smoothly. Jenny released the cock from her mouth and gasped for air, the sensation filling her totally. The Doctor stood back to allow Tom to complete their joint therapy. Jenny's mouth swished around looking for something to suck on like a baby rooting for the mothers nipple. Tom leaned forward and offered her his tongue and she greedily accepted, their tongues entwined as they simultaneously cured each other.

"Do you know what you're doing, Jenny?" the Doctor asked her gently. She grunted a sound of negativity. It's rude to talk with your mouth full, she thought.

"You're making love" he said to her gently. "Tom, the guy you met in the waiting room is making love to you without the need for you to have a cock in your mouth" he affirmed. Jenny disengaged from the kiss and saw the young lad pounding her pussy with his rock hard cock, thrusting into her without any pain. In fact, he thrust into her with an immense amount of pleasure. The realisation dawned in her.

"Tom, you're fucking me" she said. He nodded.

"And you've got an erection" she added. He nodded again. He wasn't up for small talk and distractions. He just wanted relief from the feeling in his balls. He wanted to fuck and he wanted to cum.

"Fuck me" she encouraged. "Fuck me with your massive big cock" she said and Tom found the dirty talk accentuate his experience.

"You're so horny" he said to her, leaning forward to kiss her full on the mouth. Jenny moaned in pleasure, their tongues meeting again.

"Fuck me" she said again as the kiss ended and she saw the look on Toms face. 12 months of frustration and a gallon of spunk were about to be released. Before she could react, Tom was there.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" he said, thrusting his cock as deep as he could into Jenny, releasing his sperm into her waiting body. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever as his body expelled as much of his seed as it could and Tom's body shuddered at the intensity of his orgasm. He leaned forward and kissed her again.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for curing me" he said. He leaned back and withdrew, noticing the trail of semen leaking from her pussy, just like he'd imagined back in the waiting room earlier.

Jenny looked disappointed. Sure, she could fuck but she was still in need of an orgasm herself. 

"I need to cum" she complained. "Tom, fuck me again" she said. Tom was totally spent and he was trying to catch his breath. 

"Give me a while" he panted.

"No. I need to fuck now" Jenny yelled. Dr Harden stepped up to the plate.

"Maybe I could be of assistance" he suggested, still naked and sporting a full erection. Jenny did not argue, she laid back on the couch. 

"Make me cum, Doctor" she pleaded. He just smiled. 

"Never had an unsatisfied customer yet" he said and he entered her, his cock gliding easily into her unlike his earlier attempt.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Deeper" Jenny commanded. Dr Harden knew she needed dirty talk to get off so he joined in the fun.

"I'm fucking your pussy. You've not had your pussy fucked for ages and now Tom and I have cured you" he said, his breathing starting to become laboured. 

"Fuck me, you Ozzie bastard" she said, not meaning to be offensive but desperately in need of an orgasm.

"I'm fucking you, Jenny, you little slut" he said. "Do you like being a slut?"

"Only when I'm being fucked by lots of different men" she said. 




The Therapist



"I bet you've been fucked by loads of guys" he commented.

"Yes" she said with rising passion, "I've been fucked by hundreds of men" she said. They both knew much of this was just dirty talk, but she'd had several blokes and some had fucked her, some had been fucked by her.

"And did you make them cum?" the Doctor continued.

"Yes, I made them all cum" she said, smiling at some of the memories.

"Did they cum in your mouth or in your pussy?" he asked.

"In my pussy" she said, "I don't like waste" Jenny added, her breathing becoming more laboured.

"But you like cock in your mouth" the Doctor enquired.

"Yes, but I prefer cum in my cunt" she stated. "No condoms, just bare flesh and cum" she said, her hip movements becoming more vigorous.

"And what's your favourite position?" he asked. She was almost there.

"Doggy" she said, panting. He withdrew his cock and rolled her over onto her front, her legs hanging over the edge of the couch. He re-entered her and he continued his talking.

"Like this" he said, ramming his cock in her as deep and as hard as he could.

"Oh, god, yeeeeees" she squealed and she experience an orgasm of such intensity, her knees turned to jelly. Almost immediately, the Doctor reached down and stimulated her clitoris and, seconds later, her second orgasm struck, the intensity every bit as strong as the first. The Doctor repositioned her on the couch, still face down, his dick never leaving it's new found home, and he shortly began pounding her pussy again.

"You've let lots of other guys cum inside you" he said, "Now it's my turn to fuck you till I cum, you little slut".

"Fuck me" Jenny said in an encouraging way. She was shattered but satisfied, and needed to feel this huge cock that belonged to her therapist to climax inside her.

He thrust and she thrust. He leaned over and pulled her back enough to get his hands underneath her body to feel her lovely tits again. Tom was reawakening and his cock was becoming hard again. He stood beside Jenny and, to his delight, she took his cock in her mouth, working her tongue over it, tasting his cum from earlier. She was happy to rest there but with oral, nipple and pussy stimulation, she began to feel aroused again. 

"Fuck" the Doctor muttered as he exploded inside her like a sperm firework. Jenny felt the pumping of semen inside her unprotected pussy and she wanted more. The Doctor withdrew and Jenny removed Tom from her mouth.

"Lay down here" she ordered Tom and he obediently mounted the couch. She straddled his hips and guided his erection into her, ensuring her tits bounced just in front of his face. He needed no further encouragement and he sucked her tits, massaging them with this hands.

Dr Harden, being a red blooded Ozzie, knelt on the couch behind her and entered her arse with his semi hard cock. Cocks in both orifices caused Jenny to reach yet another climax and they stayed in that position for some time, her reaching climax after climax, eventually Tom spilling himself into her again, and needed Dr Harden to dump his second load into her waiting pussy. Not in the butt because that would be a waste, as she had told them.

The Doctor dressed and excused himself, stating he had reports to type up. Tom noticed her heart shaped pussy hair covered in a mixture of both their cum.

"Do you think you'll be OK with your girl friend?" Jenny asked.

"I hope so" he said. "Will you be OK fucking your boyfriend do you think?" Jenny shrugged her shoulders.

"Dunno" she said. They smiled at each other.

"Look" she said, "If things don't work with your girlfriend, call me" she said, writing her number on the back of the Doctor's business card. "I might be able to help and it'll be cheaper than paying for a private consultation". Tom smiled.

"Thank you" he said, this time with less vigour than when he came in her for the first time. "And you can call me anytime if you like" he added, taking her pen and writing his mobile number on the inside of her thigh.

"Jenny?" he asked. 

"Mmm" she responded.

"Are you really a dirty little slut like the Doctor said?"

"Why? Is it a problem?" she enquired.

"God, no" he said with genuine honesty. "I loved seeing you and being able to, you know....." he went all shy again.

"Fuck me?" Jenny completed his sentence. He blushed a little.

"Yeah" he said.

"Why don't we meet up again and you can find out for your self" Jenny said, winking at him. She leaned forward and kissed him gently, his hand reached for her breast.

The receptionist knocked on the door.

"Will you be long?" she enquired.

"Give me five minutes" Jenny replied, reaching for Tom's hardening cock.

"Can you make it ten minutes?" he whispered in Jenny's ear. She smiled and French kissed him before pushing back on to the consultation couch.



The Therapist



Cory stood on the tips of her toes straining to reach for the object of her desire, a jar of fettuccini sauce. 

"Damn spaghetti sauce!" She rasped under her breath.

Her body stretched, almost like a misshapen dancer as she reached for the jar. So enthralled in the activity at hand, that she did not feel the presence of heat behind her, and only after she saw a large, masculine white hand reach and grab an can of 'Mama Mia's Famous Fettuccini', did she turn around. Gasping and colliding with the shelf that was behind her.

"I'm sorry if I was in your way. "She said, expecting to look directly into the eyes of the person whose way she was in.

But, all she saw was a chest. A much muscled chest, at that. Cory bit her lip and looked up at the stranger quickly trying to gain her composure. He had to be at least 6'6 because, she was 5'8 and with her heels on she knew she was a cool 6'2. Her gaze was met with broad shoulders and strong arms, with veins lining them, which she could clearly see from the sleeveless black t- shirt he wore. Even though his legs were covered in thick gray jogging pants she knew every part of him was rippled. His face had strong features, which she yearned to reach out and softly adorn with kisses. When her hazel eyes finally traveled to his eyes they were met with green ones, which stared back at her curiously. 

"Umm, is that jar for me?" She asked with a shy a smile and slowly reaching out to retrieve what she hoped would be hers.

"No." the reply from his baritone laced voice.

Cory looked at his lips as he spoke and was in awe; they were full and kissable. The kind of lips that you wanted to suck on, to bite on, to grace your body as he made love to you.  "Oh, I'm sorry." She said shaking her head as her nose crinkled in disappointment. 

Cory turned around and was about to try and once again retrieve a can, when she felt a large hand on her waist. She turned slowly. And was greeted with a warm smile, "I was only kidding, I could never resist helping a lady in distress" His voice carried that cocky northern tone that she had become accustomed to since moving to New York.

"Oh, ok thank you." She said once again putting her hand out to accept the jar, and shivered when she felt a spark as his skin touched hers.

"Your welcome, you're not from here, are you?" He asked his eyes dissecting her as he waited for her answer.

"No, I'm not." She replied her southern twang coming out more then usual, a habit that often happened when she was nervous. Cory turned to put the jar in her basket, and heard the stranger step closer to her, his scent filling her nose; sweat, and a light cologne made her lick her lips before she turned around. 

"I'm Jake Nicholls; it's nice to meet you." He said as he extended his large hand and waited for her to take it. 

"I'm Cory Roberts, its pleasure as well." She said shaking his hand and loving the filling of him enveloping him with her touch, even if it was just his hand. 

"So Cory, what do I get for helping out a lady in need?" Jake asked seductively with a boyish look on his face. 

" Ummmm.." Cory thought and then got a excited look on her face. As she dug through her huge leather purse, "I have some...chocolate!" She said in a chipper voice.

Jake took a step towards her. "I don't want chocolate." He replied in a serious tone. 

"Oh, its low calorie, so you won't have to worry about fat or anything and it has proteins and vitamins. It's really good, and I can tell you work out so you don't have to worry about gaining weight, here try some." She replied handing him the mini bar. 

"No, I don't want THAT chocolate, sweetheart; I like my chocolate warm and out of any wrapper. Wrappers of any kind tend to get in the way of what I want" 

Cory gulped, and bit her lip. Trying to play it off, she hoarsely replied. "Well I can give you a free session, how about that?" 

Jake looked at her for a moment before responding,"What kind of session?" 

"A sexssion, I MEANT a session! I'm a sex therapist." Cory said trying to act nonchalant.

"Oh, really, a sex therapist sounds enticing." The words oozed sex as they rolled from his lips.

"So are you up for it?" She asked looking up at him expectantly. 

"I'm always up for it, sweetheart." Jake replied a devious smile covering his face.

"Oh, okay, well can you come tomorrow at 4:45pm? My last client leaves at 4:30." 

"Yeah, I can definitely make it."

Cory gave a nod, before handing him her business card "Well nice meeting you Jake and I'll see you tomorrow at 4:45 pm." she said with a professional smile. 

"Nice meeting you to Cory, and I'll be there."

The two turned in opposite directions, Jake swaggering off cockily, like a man who had just discovered Atlantis, and Cory walking away thighs clenched as she tried to stop the juices that were soaking her thin lace panties and running down her thighs. She needed to go home cook dinner, have a hot bath and a meeting with her best friend, her vibrator, or Vibe as she liked to call him. 

That night, Jake tossed and turned thinking of Cory, and how sexy she had looked in her black pencil skirt and white frilly top, her patent leather red pumps adding spice to her simple yet fantasy filled outfit. He had watched her biting her lip and reaching for the jar of sauce while her bottom poked out and her legs strained, before he decided to help her. Thinking he would help her, she would fawn over him like most women and he would have her in his bed TONIGHT. 

But how was he suppose to know that he would take one look at her hazel eyes and golden skin and want to kiss her senseless. How was he suppose to know that her hair would look so soft in the bright lighting of the grocery store and that she would smell of vanilla and rose, and that he would want to pull her hair will he ravaged her body from the back. How was he suppose to know that her gentle and southern lined voice would have him wanting to make her yell his name till her throat was soar and her neck was lined with kisses from his mouth. 

Jake looked down at his hard member which had sprung back to life, as his thoughts of her were once again awakened. He threw his head back on his pillow in aggravation. And slowly his hands made their way to his member; his strokes were slow and easy at first, with images of Cory on her knees looking up at him, while she took him in her warm mouth. As the need for her grew, so did the pace of his strokes, becoming harder and faster as he imagined is was Cory's wet pussy that he was fucking, imagined it was her pussy clenching on to his dick for dear life, imagined it was her wanting him to cum more than her next breath. He felt his body strain and the muscles in his legs and butt tighten as his dick started to pulse and his hot seed erupted all over his stomach and thighs.

"Damn Cory." he thought as he drifted off to bed, with dreams Cory tormenting him.

Cory had finished dinner and her hot bath and sat in her living room, watching her collection of ' Sex and the City' Although she was watching the television, her mind was on the Jake and how his hands would feel on her body, how his tongue would feel, how he would feel inside of her. 

Slowly, she unbuttoned the oversized oxford shirt she was wearing and pulled down the fronts of her bra to give her access to her nipples. She let her fingertips run around her nipple before she assaulted them with her fingers, gently squeezing and cupping them as her other hand grazed over her thigh, until it reached the waist band of her panties. 

She moaned as she slid her hand under her panties and teased the lips of her pussy, which were already coated in her juices. Gently stroking, until she finally allowed herself the pleasure of feeling a finger inside of her. Cory moaned and slowly began to pull out her finger, deciding to focus on her clit, she rubbed the blood engorged digit gently as she began to create tiny circles, and pleasure began to pulse through her body. Cory's hips began to rock up meeting the gently yet firm hand on her clit, she squeezed her nipples hard, whishing that it was Jake pleasuring her, that it was Jake bringing her on the brink of orgasm.

"Jake, please fuck me." the words escaped her lips, as she could feel the orgasm coming. 

"Jake please let me cum." She rasped as her hips started to jerk uncontrollably and her hand started to get tired knowing that release was just around the corner. She worked her hand harder, faster, working through the ache of the muscles that told her to stop. But she couldn't it felt so good, it felt too good. Too good to stop squeezing her tender chocolate dusted nipples, too good to stop pleasing her clit and torturing her hand. 

And then she came, her toes flexed and she immediately go a feeling of release as the orgasm calmed her, her fingers still working to get every second of pleasure. After, she laid there, her hand still in her panties, her nipples still pulled out from her bra, and her head thrown back as pleasure and peace glazed her eyes. 



The Therapist



My divorce had left me depressed to the point where I contemplated ending my life. Every day as I drove home from work tears would fill my eyes and I'd sob uncontrollably as I headed for my new, small one room apartment.

After a month of this, I knew I had to get some help. I did the research and found a therapist who came highly recommended. I have to admit; I never put much stock into therapy. I probably got a negative impression of it courtesy of my ex-wife. She went twice a week and it never seemed to help her at all.

It took me a while to warm up to Dr. Herzog. She and her husband ran a practice in a posh office in Birmingham. It was a bit of a hike from where I worked but it seemed to help once I got over my initial reticence to open up and share my problems. I had been shut down for so long by my ex- that sharing was scary.

One thing that helped immensely was Dr. Herzog's calm, soothing voice and delicate manner. She kept her office dimly lit, making it easy for me to relax. It was my fourth or fifth session as I sat, reaching for words, that I tuned into the sound of her ticking grandfather clock. "Wow," I said. "The ticking, the low lights, you could probably hypnotize me without much effort."

"Is that something that interests you?" she asked, with more interest in her voice than I thought she should have. Being the way I am, the idea that I might please her by being into hypnosis made me immediately ascent.

"Oh, yes, that might help me get over some of these barriers I have; let me open up easier."

"Interesting," she noted, "let's discuss that more next week."

From then on, the last twenty minutes or more of each session were spent putting me under. It took a while the first few times but, after I got used to it, Dr. Herzog could put me into a hypnotic state with a word. Being under hypnosis reminded me quite a bit of being drunk. And, like drinking too much, there were times where I would awake with black holes in my memory. That is, twenty minutes would have passed but it felt like two.

My life really started to turn around. I felt so much better, having discussed things that I hadn't ever talked about before. I made connections and started to figure out why I had allowed myself to get into such an awful relationship. Moreover, I actually felt physically better. I started losing weight and this helped improve my feeling of self-esteem.

Then came the day I'll never forget.

"Louis, you've been coming here for nearly a year now and you seem to be making great leaps in your progress. I want you to know exactly why that is," said Dr. Herzog as she sat down across from me. She crossed her shapely legs and I looked up quickly to her eyes, trying to not appear distracted. "Today is the day that we introduce you to yourself."

Puzzled, I let her words hang in the air. "Yes," she said, "I know that sounds strange. But it's been helpful for me to think of you as two people for the last few months. There's Louis, who sits here before me, and there's someone else that occupies this room when you're here."

"Okay, now you're starting to freak me out. This sounds like THE EXORCIST or something." I chuckled nervously.

"If you'll allow me, I'm going to put you under hypnosis and take you to a state where you will see who I'm talking about."

With a word, she put me under, but brought me out of it enough for me to see through the haze. "Now, just be patient, Louis, and follow my lead." With that, she crossed the room to retrieve a full length mirror which she placed across from me. But, it couldn't have been a mirror as it didn't reflect my own image. Rather, it seemed to be a painting of a beautiful woman. But... did I see the painting move?

"Louis, meet Wendy. Wendy, this is Louis."

"Hello," I said, and heard my own voice twice. One was my normal tone and, above that, I heard a higher pitched feminine voice also saying "Hello."

Seeing how confused I was, Dr. Herzog began to explain. "Louis, it was clear after just a few of our sessions that you are, and always have been, for lack of a better term, a sissy. I could tell by your mannerisms and, once I had you in a hypnotic state, I could dig deeper and find that my theory was valid. You have scores of repressed memories that have been gnawing at you for years. After consulting heavily with my husband, we decided that the best thing for you was to bring out your 'sissy side' and allow her to flourish. Her name is Wendy. That was her own name, not one that we provided."

The whole while Dr. Herzog was talking, I watched Wendy. She smoothed down her short skirt, crossed and uncrossed her legs self-consciously, and adjusted her brunette locks. I felt very bad for Dr. Herzog, knowing that she must be having some kind of breakdown, thinking that this other woman in the room wasn't real.

Yet, every time Dr. Herzog said that name, "Wendy," I felt an electric charge run down my spine.

"She's been inside of you since you were ten. It's not as though you have multiple personality disorder - my husband and I have seen this kind of thing before with other patients. You simply have denied yourself and your needs for so long that Wendy grew apart from you. We've brought her out of the dark, shown her the light, and now it's time to reconcile."

And, with that, the girl in the mirror was gone. She was replaced by my own image. I held up my hand to touch the surface of the glass and that was when I noticed that my fingernails were long and painted deep red. I looked down to see myself no longer in my khaki pants and oxford shirt but in a skirt and blouse. I reached down to make sure that this wasn't some kind of optical illusion. But, no, I was now dressed exactly as Wendy. And the thought washed over me, "I am Wendy."

With that, it felt like I had been dipped into a cool stream. My body relaxed, my posture changed, the world seemed a bit brighter. I felt wide awake, rather than in hypnosis. My body tingled everywhere.

"Welcome back, Wendy," said Dr. Herzog. "It's always a pleasure to have you here."

"Oh, it's your pleasure and everyone else's, if I have my way!" I said, with Wendy's voice and her words coming out of my mouth. My voice was high and girly.

Dr. Herzog tittered, nothing I have seen her do before.

"How do you think he's handling it?" she asked, referring to Louis, the boy that lived with me.

"Oh, a bit shocked, but I'm sure he'll survive. This next part will be the worst - or the best - for him, depending on how you look at it. He'll probably feel a bit betrayed, finding out that I've been using up all of his precious therapy time!"

They laughed / I laughed like old girlfriends. We got closer and Dr. Herzog put her hand on my elbow, like a sign of confidence. "I'm going to say some things to you now that you and I both know, but he should hear these before we proceed. This is the first time he's had any awareness while he was under since we began," she said.

I nodded and she continued, "Ever since you were a little boy, you've been a little girl. You've had urges to dress up in pretty things, to please women, and to please men. You've been unhappy for years because you've been denying what you are. But, for my husband and me, you've been what you need to be."

And, without warning, I said, "A cocksucker."

Dr. Herzog laughed aloud, "Yes! A little sissy cocksucker. But you do so much more than just that, don't you, Wendy?"

"Oh yes, quite a bit. Shall we demonstrate for Louis?" I said, with a voice not my own.

"You know you want to, even if he's not paying attention." With that, Dr. Herzog stood up and turned around, leaning over her desk. She lifted up the back of her skirt to reveal that she had nothing underneath save for garters and stockings. She was revealing her bare bottom and shaved pussy to Wendy/me.

I got behind her and could smell her sweet scent. I went to lick her pussy when I heard her say, "That's Louis doing that. You know where to start, bitch."

Her small correction had me diving into her asshole, my tongue licking and probing into her tight rosebud. As myself, I had never done this, but Wendy seemed to have a knack. She had Dr. Herzog moaning and stamping her feet in moments. I kept on licking, furiously, my tongue sliding up and down the crack of her ass before sliding, once again, in and out of her. I wasn't sure but it seemed that Dr. Herzog might have actually orgasmed while I tongued her tight asshole.

She pushed me away before turning over and resting her butt on the edge of her desk. She spread her legs for me and commanded, "Lick it, bitch."

I didn't have to be told twice. Even when I wasn't Wendy, I had wanted to do what I was doing now, finding the hard bud of her clit and bathing it with my tongue. Licking with abandon, tasting her, feeling her wetness all over my face as I brought her closer to (another?) orgasm. "Oh, that's right, you sissy bitch. You cocksucking faggot. You little slut, lick me. Make me cum. Oh, shit, I'm going to cum all over your face." She began shaking and almost convulsing under my tongue as she muttered more obscenities which soon turned into a small howl of pleasure.

Again, she pushed my head back, and allowed herself to catch her breath while I lay my head on her thigh.

She got up and straightened her skirt. "That was probably the easy part," she said. "Now for the bit that might get Louis all upset. Just remember, Wendy, you're in charge here. Well, actually, I'm in charge..."

I giggled. I actually giggled when she said that. It was a girly little giggle that felt as natural as the sun coming up in the morning.

She reached across her desk to an intercom. "Come," she said. It seemed to only take a second before the door opened, revealing the other Dr. Herzog - my therapist's handsome husband. "Charles, do come in and help this poor girl out," she said, indicating me.

Charles grinned. Though he was older than his wife by at least ten years, he was still very in shape and had a rugged look about him. As Wendy, I licked my lips at the sight of him. "Is tonight the night?" he asked expectantly. His deep voice thrilled me. 

"Oh yes. We have Wendy here in front of us, with Louis in the background, seeing all of this."

"Excellent. It's like having a virgin, in a way." They laughed at a private joke.

He stood in the middle of the room, waiting. "Wendy, come to me. Come to Daddy."

Without having to be told, I got down on my knees and crawled to him, with only the slightest fear that my stockings might run.

I got up on my knees when I was close enough to him and began to undo his belt.

I pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to come face to face with his growing cock. Looking at it, I knew that I had been in this position before in this very office. I wondered how many times.

"Now, take it in your mouth, Wendy, and get it all the way hard," Dr. Herzog told me.

"It's funny, look at the hesitation," Charles noted as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. "Usually, you've got me down your throat before you even have my belt undone, little girl."

I found myself savoring this. Despite his words, there was no hesitation in my eyes. I was feeling a man's cock in my mouth for the first time - the first time I had been aware of it, at any rate. I could feel my tongue pushing back his foreskin and feeling the soft flesh underneath. I felt the heat of his skin as blood rushed to make his member turgid and fill my mouth. I moved my tongue around and around his cock, enjoying every inch. "Oh, that's a good girl," he said, as he touched my cheek.

"I should have set up the video camera again," Dr. Herzog pouted. "This would have made such an interesting case study. Or at least a fun video for our next party. Oh well, we'll just have to get her to perform in person."

"Her or him?" Charles asked.

"Patience, honey, patience. Let her get the whole thing in at least. I'm still debating if this is the best position to have her in."

Unconsciously, I found myself stroking the base of his cock with one hand while I reached behind him, grabbing his ass and pushing him deeper inside of my mouth with the other. "Oh, look, she seems to remember how good it is," Dr. Herzog said. She still sat on the edge of her desk, one leg up now and her fingers inside of her.

I couldn't help it but I moaned around his cock. I was enjoying this. I don't even think it was Wendy enjoying it as much as it was me. Could Dr. Herzog be right? Could this have been what was making my life so much better?

"Oh, shit, here we go. She's getting the taste back for it. Oh yeah, this is the Wendy I can count on to suck my cock so well," he said. "Oh, hon, I'm going to need to fuck this bitch."

"All right, bring her up here. Put her up on my desk," said Dr. Herzog, moving off of here desk and sitting in her chair where she could get a good view. Charles had me stand up and he moved me to his wife's desk. He kissed me on the mouth and then laid me back, pulling down my panties, lifting up my skirt, and laying me down. Dr. Herzog looked down at me, patting my hand, "God, I love to watch you get fucked," she said with a wicked grin.

"You know I won't fuck you, Wendy, until you ask for it," Charles said, his cock resting against my hard member. I was surprised to see how hard my own cock was and how good it looked with Charles' right next to it.

I didn't hesitate to say, "Please, Daddy, please fuck me. Please fuck me. I need it. Make me yours. Make me your bitch." I could see how this pleased him as he looked down and maneuvered his dick into position.

"Open wide, Wendy...." He said, pushing into me. Opening me. Taking me. Fucking me... Oh, shit, it hurt and felt so good all at the same time.

He was inside of me, now, groaning, breathing hard, fucking me, sweat dripping from his brow and hitting me in the stomach. "Oh, shit, she feels even tighter than usual," he said under his breath as he began pounding my ass.

"That's because this isn't Wendy you're fucking, dear, it's Louis. Isn't it, Louis?" And, with that, Dr. Herzog snapped her fingers.

The room was still there, Dr. Herzog and I were still there, and so was Charles. However, Wendy was gone. Instead, I was the one being sodomized on my therapist's desk, taking her husband's cock deep in my ass and loving every second of it. My voice dropped back down as I began chanting, "Yes, do it, do it, fuck me." The sound of my own voice seemed to actually turn Charles on even more.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he shouted as he rammed harder into me. And, before I knew it, I began to cum, though nothing was near my cock. I began erupting just as I felt Charles starting to cum inside of me.

Dr. Herzog cupped her hand underneath my spasming cock, collecting my semen, before raising it to my lips and making me lick her palm clean. "That's a good little cumslut. We've been training you to thirst for the taste of cum, darling. It's one of the many suggestions and rewirings we've done to your sissy brain. Like it so far?

"Yes, Doctor," I panted, as I felt Charles pull his cock out from my now-vacant asshole.

"Don't worry about that empty feeling, Louis. I've got a butt plug ready for you. It's one of the next steps in our therapy. I'm sure you'll like it. Wendy loves it."

"Has Wendy gone, Doctor?" I asked.

"No, she's still inside of you. She's just dormant right now. But she's there. She'll always be more femme and far more slutty than you will ever be. We'll talk to her on occasion and will need her special gifts from time to time, like at our next couple's party. She was quite a hit the last time. But maybe this time we'll invite both Louis and Wendy to attend. What do you think?"

"I think I'd like that," I said and smiled the first real honest smile I'd felt in years.



The Therapist



When Anthony arrived home shortly after midnight, he didn't know what was more frustrating – the way his date with Angela had gone or the fact that his parents were still "entertaining." The last thing he wanted after fighting with Angela was to have to make pleasantries with his parents and their well-heeled friends. Just three weeks shy of his eighteenth birthday, Anthony was still living at home, going through the motions of finishing his senior year. He and Angela had been going out for about six months and they were having "problems." Sexual problems. 

Anthony strode in the front door and made a bee line for the stairs towards the kitchen. He had hoped to avoid having to make conversation but he heard his Mom call out to him. 

"Anthony, honey. Come say hi to the McKensies." 

Anthony breathed a heavy sigh and made his way to the living room. His parents and the McKensies were sitting on the couch and two easy chairs, drinking. The McKensies were old friends of Anthony's parents and he'd known them for as long as he could remember. Mr. McKensie was a lot older than his wife. He ran a consulting firm in the pharmaceutical space and spent a lot of his time travelling. His wife was a doctor, or psychologist, or something, Anthony wasn't sure. He had always found her attractive, in a slightly unapproachable way. She looked like the actress Joan Allen and wore her hair up on top of her head. She had a great body hidden under her rather conservative clothes. 

His Mom spoke first. 

"How was the movie? Did you have a good time?" 

"It was fine. Hi Mr. McKensie. Hi Mrs. McKensie." 

"Hi Anthony" the McKensies chorused. 

"Are you hungry, dear? There's plenty of leftovers. There's some tri-tip if you want." 

"That's okay. I'll just have some cereal. Nice to see you." 

He gave a half smile and made his way into the kitchen. 

"Anthony's been seeing Angela for six months now. She's a cheerleader..." 

Anthony could hear his Moms voice trailing off. He pulled down a bowl from the cupboard and a box of cereal from on top of the frig. He was adding the milk when he heard someone come in the kitchen. It was Mrs. McKensie. 

"Just getting some ice" she said as she made her way to the freezer. Anthony was replacing the milk so they did a little two step together trying to avoid one another. She let out a little laugh. Anthony just smiled. 

"Tough night?" she said.

"Sorry?" 

"You seem to have a little cloud over your head." 

"Is it that obvious?" 

"Well, it's kind of my job to notice things like that." 

A sympathetic smile crossed her face. Anthony saw the kindness in her eyes and smiled back. 

"Just girlfriend issues" he said, softly. 

"Ah" she answered, knowingly. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

Anthony leaned against the kitchen counter and shrugged. 

"Sometimes it helps to get it off your chest." 

"We're just not compatible." 

"Incompatible in what way? Intellectually? Emotionally?" A long pause. "Physically?" 

Anthony looked up. 

"You don't feel that you're compatible physically? Is that it?" 

Anthony stared at his cereal. 

"You know, I don't think the answer is in your Cheerios" she said softly. He heaved a sigh and then looked up at her. 

"We're not compatible physically and I don't know what to do about it. It's really frustrating and now it's coming between us." 

"I can see that it's frustrating to you, Anthony. What seems to be the problem?" 

"It's my problem. Not hers. It's all me." 

"What about you, Anthony?" Silence again. She was obviously close to the root of the problem. 

"Anthony. What is it about you that makes you incompatible physically?" 

He swallowed hard. 

"It's my...size." 

Mrs. McKensie nodded slightly and then spoke in a practiced, reassuring tone. "You know, Anthony, there's a wide range of normal when it comes to size. Many men have concerns about it but the anxiety is unfounded. Because a woman's pleasure center is close to the surface, a small penis needed be an impedi..." 

"It's not that." 

"Excuse me?" 

"It's not that I'm too small." 

"Oh. What is it then?" 

"It's that I'm too big." 

She looked at him for a moment, saying nothing. 

"I see." 

Now she was the one glancing at her drink. 

"You know, Anthony. If you'd like, I would be happy to talk to you, professionally, and help you deal with this...problem." 

"You mean, like, counseling?" 

"You could come down to my office someday next week and we could deal with this issue. I think I can help you." 

Anthony didn't respond. 

"You do want to resolve the problem, don't you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Don't you feel comfortable talking to me?" 

He looked up at her. 

"Yes. Yes, I do." 

"Then I think you should come down to my office next week. I can do this pro bono—at no cost. How about tomorrow after school? Can you come to my office tomorrow at 5pm? You know where my office is. I'm at the Cooper Building downtown." 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow." 

And with that, she picked up her glass and went back to the living room. Anthony just stood there thinking "did that just happen?"  Two days later, Anthony had trouble concentrating on U.S. History. In exactly 50 minutes class would be dismissed and he would be making his way to wrestling practice. Afterwards, he'd have to take the usual ribbing from the guys on the team in the shower. They called him "The Horse" or "the Italian Stallion." He had gotten that kind of grief his whole adult life and was used to it. What he wasn't used to was all the conflict with Angela. He had been patient for months for her to be "ready" to have sex and then when she was ready, they couldn't do it. It didn't feel right. It hurt too much. He wasn't doing it right. Sex was supposed to be fun and instead it was just a big drag. He liked her but he'd made up his mind pretty much to end it. 

As he rode the bus downtown he thought about Mrs. McKensie. She was Mr. McKensie's second wife, a trophy wife. He got to know her when they joined his family on a ski trip. She must be in her mid thirties. She was athletic. She had raven hair and green eyes. She also looked great in a bikini. He knew that because he would watch her and her husband in the hot tub from the window in his room. She had full, round breasts and a firm body. The rich guys always get the hot wives. 

When he arrived at her office, he entered what was obviously some kind of waiting room. There was a door open that seemed to lead to an office. He noticed there was no receptionist around. 

"Anthony, you're here. Come in." 

Anthony walked into the dark, well-appointed office. A walnut desk sat in front of a tall, curtained window; a couch lined the opposite wall. Persian rugs, throw pillows, and a bookcase with recessed lighting completed the look. 

"Have a seat" she said, gesturing to an antique chair which faced her desk. He sat down, taking in the room. She took her seat behind the desk. 

"How are you Anthony?" she said with concern in her voice. 

"OK, I guess." 

"I'm glad you came this afternoon. I've known you a long time and I'd really like to be able to help you." 

Anthony sensed she meant what she said. 

"Thank you. I appreciate it. You taking the time and everything." 

"Why don't you start at the beginning. Do you mind if I ask you some questions? Do get context?" 

"Sure." 

"How long have you and your girlfriend gone out?" "About six months." "And how long have you been having issues with your sex life." 

"Well, since we started having a sex life. I mean, since she decided that she was ready to, you know, do it." 

"To have intercourse." 

"That's right." 

"And when did that happen? When she decided she was ready to have intercourse." 

"About three weeks ago." 

"And have the two of your engaged in intercourse?" 

"Not really. We tried...but it didn't...work." 

"What you mean 'it didn't work?" 

"It was too painful." 

"For her? It was too painful for her?" 

"That's right." 

She stood up and moved to the front of the desk, sitting on the edge. 

"Anthony, do you know what foreplay is?" 

He shifted a bit in his seat. "Sure I do." 

"Do you engage in foreplay before you try to have intercourse?" 

"Yes." 

"Can you tell me what it is you do? For foreplay?" 

Anthony's face grew redder. 

"We kiss. For a long time. To relax her. Then I touch her. Gently. On the breasts. And on her...vagina. And then I lick her." 

"You engage in cunnilingus?" 

"Yes." 

"And does your girlfriend enjoy it when you do this?" 

"Yes. She says she does." 

"How long would you say you perform cunnilingus? On average." 

"I don't know." 

"Roughly." 

"Thirty minutes. Maybe longer." 

She furrowed her brow slightly. 

"Really?" 

"And what happen when you try to penetrate her?" 

"She says it hurts too much. I try to go slowly but she says it hurts and she wants to stop." 

She nodded her head. 

"It seems the problem isn't inadequate foreplay." 

She was pacing now, thinking. 

"No, the problem lays in the disparity in the relative size of the genitalia." 

"What?" 

"Either you're too big or she is too small." 

"Oh." 

She turned to face him. 

"Anthony. I'd like to do an examination. It's the only way to be sure." 

"Examination?" 

"I need to collect some data before I can determine the recommendation action." 

Her tone became very businesslike. 

"Anthony. Take off your clothes." 

"Pardon me?" 

"I need to examine you. Please take off your clothes." 

"But..." 

"Anthony. You do want me to help you, don't you? Now, do what I say." 

Anthony began to unbutton his shirt. 

"I just don't see..." he stammered. 

"Anthony, it's important that I'm able to get all the information in order to help you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

Anthony was pulling off his shirt now. He had a chiseled chest, with well-formed pecs and strong, muscular arms. The benefits of wrestling. He began to pull down his jeans. His legs were equally strong, with thick thighs and well-developed calves. He was wearing boxers, which he left on. 

"Now Anthony, I need you to completely disrobe. You can relax. I'm a professional." 

She turned a light so that it shone on him. Bashfully, he turned his back to her and pulled down his boxers and bent over to pick them up. He saw his perfect butt strain and flex with the movement. 

"Now turn and face me." 

Slowly, turned. As his penis came into view, she felt her heart leap. It was long and thick. Longer, in fact, than any she had ever seen. It seem to hang half way to his knees. 

"Anthony, are you aroused?" she asked directly. Anthony glanced down at his crotch. 

"No." 

"You mean. I mean. Um. Is this your normal...is this your penis in its flaccid condition?" 

"Yes." 

She was silent now. She walked slowly around him. 

"You do have a penis that is on the larger end of the spectrum. Now, when you become engorged does it increase significantly in size?" 

"Sorry?" 

"Does it get bigger when it's erect. I mean, much bigger? How much bigger does it get...when it's erect?" 

She was stammering now. Being in close proximity to this gorgeous young man was obviously getting to her. 

"I don't know exactly. Bigger." 

She came back around to stand in front of him. 

"Anthony, I need to see your penis in its erect state." 

"Huh?" 

"I really need...it's important for me, to do my job, to be able to see how big you get when you're aroused. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

"Now why don't you lay down on the couch here. Come. Lay down on your back over here." 

She assumed a seat in a chair just out of his view, yet she had a complete view of his naked body. 

"Now Anthony. I need you to make yourself hard. To masturbate." 

Anthony gulped and hesitated. 

"Anthony, you do masturbate, don't you." 

"Yes." 

"Fine. Now I need you to masturbate so that your penis will become erect. Go ahead. I'm waiting." 

Anthony reached down with his right hand and held his penis and started to stroke it. She watched the member growing in his hand. It was already much bigger than her husband's penis when it was fully erect. Instinctively, her own hand went to her face, her finger to her mouth. 

"Just imagine you're laying in your bed. You're all alone and you're touching yourself. Let your mind go. That's it." 

His hand stroked his growing cock and she could see the head swelling and the veins becoming more prominent. She could feel her heart pounding and her hand started to drift down to her breasts. She was rubbing her nipples now, just as he was rubbing his cock. After a few minutes of this, his cock had grown significantly in both length and thickness and her pussy was hot and wet. 

"Are you fully erect now?" she asked, her voice more breathy than usual. 

"Um, no, not really." 

"You mean, you get bigger...I mean you have more to go?" 

"Well, I'm not used to this. It's kind of difficult." 

"Of course, I realize this is unusual. What do you normally think of when you masturbate. Do you look at magazines? The internet?" 

"Magazines, I guess." 

"Well, I don't keep those kinds of magazines here, Anthony. What kind of pictures do you like to look at when you masturbate?" 

"You know. Um. Women. Naked women." 

"What kind of women do you like to look at. Perhaps if you visualized that it will help you become completely aroused. What do you like to look at?" 

"Breasts." 

"Good. Think about a women's breasts then." 

Her fingers were under her bra now, rolling the hardened nipple, as she spoke. She could hardly keep her mind on the dialogue. 

"Do you like full breasts, Anthony? Full breasts with big, upturned nipples?" 

"Uh-huh." 

He was stroking a bit faster now and she could see he was growing longer. 

"Would it help if you could see full breasts with big, hard, upturned nipples?" 

"Uh-huh." 

She moved next to him, kneeling on the floor. 

"Would it help if you saw my breasts, Anthony?" 

"Yes, I think so." 

She started to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and revealed a lacy black bra beneath. She reached back and unbuttoned the bra and shook it loose. Her breasts were full melons and the nipples were indeed big, hard and upturned. 

"I need you to be fully aroused for my examination, Anthony. I need to see your cock...er, your penis, at its very biggest. Would it help if I played with my nipples? Like this?" 

She took each hand and slowly started to massage the nipples, letting them slide between her fingers. 

"That's...nice." 

Anthony was starting to breath heavily. His cock was standing straight up now. 

"What else would help you? What else would get you completely aroused?" 

"Well, my hands getting a little tired. Maybe if you....if you took over.?" 

"That's a very good idea, Anthony. I think such stimulation could be very effective. If you're comfortable with that then I am too." 

She sat up on the edge of the couch looked down at his cock. It was enormous already. She reached down and took it in both her hands and began long, soft strokes that pulled the skin both up and down. He had a circumcised penis and she spent time running her hand over the head. It reminded her of a big purple plum, firm and juicy. She wanted more than anything to take that fruit into her warm, wet mouth. 

"How does this feel, Anthony? Are you close to your full size?" 

"Almost." 

"I'm going to stimulate you with my mouth now. You don't mind, Anthony? If I use my tongue and my mouth to stimulate you?" 

"Please." 

She began to lick him around the tip, along and under the ridges, and down the length of his shaft. His body began to writhe beneath her. After a while, her lips surrounded the tip, her tongue playing with the tiny hole, while her hands continued their inexorable stroking. She opened her mouth and let the huge tip enter her. Her eyes closed and she slowly slid the tip in and out her mouth. He moaned audibly. 

"Now, I'm going to try and take you into my throat. To swallow you." 

And with that, she relax her throat and took his hardened cock deep into her throat. It was then that she finally appreciated just how large his cock was. She couldn't take it all the way, just partly, and even then her mouth needed to spread widely to accommodate him. She did her best to slide him in and out of her throat, her tongue flicking his tip on the way up. Finally, she lifted herself off and his cock stood straight up, glistening. It was huge. 

"There. I think now you are fully erect." 

"Yeah, I think I am." 

She held his cock in her hands. She took her tongue and licked the entire length. 

"Anthony, there's no question that you have a very large cock. It's not only longer than most, but it has a wide diameter, it's thick. But there is no reason whatsoever why you should'nt able to have a healthy and happy sex life." 

"Really?" 

"Absolutely. You just need to find the right woman. And you need to learn to use it with care. It's a gift, Anthony, and some woman is going to feel like she's the luckiest woman in the world." 

"That's nice of you to say, but I'm not sure I believe it." 

"Anthony, it's true. You saw the way I took your fully erect penis into my mouth and swallowed it. In the same way, a woman's vagina can take you all the way inside her. You will spread her, to be sure. Especially when your tip, when it's swollen like this, pushes into her labial lips. She'll feel like she's being forcibly penetrated. And when the base, the thick base here, when it enters her and her vagina is filled like it's never been filled before...You may find that woman will cry out, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. And if you thrust your cock into her again and again, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, you may find she'll actually scream. Scream as she cums, again and again, filled by your big, hard, glorious cock." 

She had been slowly stroking him as she recited this, lost in a reverie. 

"Would you like me to show you?" 

"Would you?" 

"This is beyond the bounds I would normally do in a therapy session. But for educational purposes.." 

"I'm willing if you are." 

"Very well, then. But you must do exactly as I tell you. Understand." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

She smiled. "First, you must call me Charlotte." 

"OK. Charlotte." He smiled back at her. 

"First I want you to undress me. You may kiss me while you do it." 

He did as he was told, pulling off her skirt and revealing the sexy black panties underneath. Slowly he pulled them off too. All the while they kissed hungrily, their tongues intermingling, their hands on each other's bodies. 

"Now lay back" she commanded. "I want to sit on top of you while you eat me out." 

Sure enough, she straddled him and rode his face while he performed cunnilingus. She was already so turned on that her pussy was hot and wet as his tongue entered her, probing, licking, caressing, and flicking her clit. He did it for a good quarter hour and brought her close to orgasm. 

"Now I want you to suck my breasts and finger fuck me." 

She lay on her back and spread her legs, one up on the back of the couch. He took her extended nipples, one at a time, between his lips and sucked them. Meanwhile his fingers probed her pussy while she instructed him. 

"Now use three fingers." 

"Don't forget the clitoris." 

"Faster now." 

Her pleasure grew until she tipped over into orgasm, writhing and wimpering on the couch. More importantly, she was readying her pussy to receive his cock. 

"Now I don't know how you've been doing it, but there's no way I'd let you shove that monster in me straight away. We're gonna start with you on your back and me on top. That way, I can control how far and fast we go. Got it?"




The Therapist



"Yes, ma'am" he laughed. 

She straddled him again and this time reached back and took this cock in her hand, guiding him to her now dripping pussy. She could hardly believe she was going to have something that big inside her. 

"I'm going to start rubbing the tip against my pussy like this. Just get them acquainted see? Now I rub it against my clit too. Oooh. That feels good. See my juices on the head of your cock? Soon, I'm going to be covering your whole cock with my juices. You'll feel my hot, wet pussy wrapped around your entire cock, like warm velvet. But not yet. We're going to take it slow." 

She was rotating her hips sexily, rubbing her sex against him, whispering in his ear. It had the effect of swelling his cock once again. It was bigger than he'd ever remembered it being. He was that turned on. He hoped she was ready for it. 

"Now I'm going to lower myself on you." 

She let the tip push inside her. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed. The tip spread her lips gloriously. When it popped in, she cried out. 

"Fuck, you're big!" 

He started for a moment. She was panting now. 

"It's okay. It feels fine. I mean it feels better than fine. It feels fucking amazing." 

He just watched her face and let her do the work. 

"Now I'm going to push you further inside me. Slowly. Just a half inch at a time." 

She was letting out gasps every time he went further in. 

"I'm taking you in me. Deeper in me." 

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her words from another world. 

"That's far enough. Now I'm gonna pull you slowly out. See how your tip is spreading me. Oooh, and rubbing my clit. That's so fucking good." 

Back and forth she went. Talking him through it. And each stroke was sending her closer to oblivion. After a few minutes of this, she was ready to take him deeper. She raised herself up so she was leaning back slightly. Her full breasts were heaving, the nipples reaching upward. His big cock was half way in side her. 

"See how you're spreading me, baby? That's why we took the time to get me ready. So I could take you like this. Now, yeah right there, you got my G spot baby. Right there. Yes. Yes." 

He watched her intently as she started to shudder, eyes closed, riding his rock hard pole. She let out a shriek a she climaxed again. He was so hot he felt like she was sucking the cum out of him. Still, he managed to hold on. When her orgasm subsided, lay on his chest for a while, his cock still in her. He began the tentative motions of stroking her, by thrusting his hips slightly. She came to. 

"That's good baby. Do it nice and slow. Nice and easy. Work up to it." 

She was leaning forward now. Her hands on his chest. His big strong chest. His hands were on her too, moving from her thighs to her ass to her back and her breasts. He gave her nipples a tweak and she squealed. 

"Oh, yeah. It feels good when you pump like that. Can you rotate your hips...yeah like that. Oooh. See you're rubbing against my clit when you do that.. Oh, yeah." 

She was stationary now and he was working his hips into her. Pumping and rocking his hips. Watching her face as she reacted to his every move. He thrust deeper and she cried out again. He took his hips in his hands and thrust deeper still. 

"Too much! Wait, no. It's okay. I want it." 

He thrust his cock into her again. He was getting ready to come. So was she.

"Oh, God! Oh fuck! Slap me baby. On my ass. Slap me." 

He let his strong hand come down on her ass and then thrust into her again. 

"Fuck yes. Slap my tits. Slap 'em." 

He slapped each of her full, heaving bosoms and then gave her nipples a twist. She cried out. Then he pushed his cock in, deep inside her. She let out a scream and her eyes rolled back in her head. 

"Give it all to me. I want your whole cock, baby. Do it now!" 

With that, he raised his hips and thrust his pelvis into her, burying his cock to the hilt, and she screamed. He kept pumping her, his huge cock penetrating her entirely. As he watched his cock enter her glistening vagina, spreading her, and disappearing completely into her, again and again...well, it was a sight he thought he'd never see. 

"Oh, baby. I'm coming. I'm coming. Come with me. Come with me. Fill me with your cum." 

That was all the encouragement he needed and he raised his hips and thrust into her and held it there, feeling the electrical charge shoot through his body and an ocean of cum explode deep inside her. Again and again he sprayed her, deep inside, her body shaking like a rag doll as her orgasm enveloped her. 

She lay on his chest for the longest time, totally spent. She had never felt so in control and out of control at the same time. She had orchestrated the love-making for him to learn but did it in a way that gave her the most fulfilling sex of her life. She had done a good deed for someone and in the process had the best sex of her life.

All he could think about was the incredible world that just opened up for him. Sex was unbelievable! He felt such pleasure, such power and possibility. And she was smiling and happy. She actually enjoyed having him inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. What else could she teach him? As he thought about these things, he felt his cock start to stir. I wonder if she'd be up for another round?  



The Therapist



It was Friday night and the phone rang. I picked it up and was surprised to hear that it was my wife's therapist. I knew about him, of course, but had never met or even spoken to him. He knew Sue was out of town for the week, so I was really caught off guard, and immediately worried by his call.

"Ken? This is John Everett. I think Sue has told you about me?"

"Yes. Is everything okay?"

"Oh sure, sorry to alarm you. I ..I just have something that I need to see you about."

His voice sounded strange, maybe even like he was a little drunk, but not having spoken to him before, it was hard to tell.

"Well. Sure. I guess I can come see you sometime next week, if you like?"

"Are you available tomorrow evening?"

This was really strange. Appointments had always been hard for my wife to schedule with him because he doesn't have any evening hours, never mind evening weekend hours. I was somewhere between really alarmed and totally taken aback. "Are you sure everything is okay? I guess I can meet with you tomorrow."

"Really. Everything is fine. It's just that I've been working with Sue for a while and I think that I really need to work some things out with you before I can help her any more. I'm just at home thinking about those things tonight and I think it's best for all of us if we get right to it. I think these are things that we might want to work out while Sue is away and we can have some privacy without other people around at the office."

"I guess. Well, I'll meet you at the office tomorrow. What time?"

"8pm. There's an intercom in the entryway, let me know when you get there and I'll buzz the door for you to get in."

I hung up and stared at the phone as if it might have the answers to my confusion. What the hell was all that about? Sue has a number of anxiety issues stemming from some things in her past and had been in and out of therapy for a number of years. She'd been seeing this one for a couple of years and seemed to make pretty good progress with him. She and I have had our issues over the years, but things were generally good between us. I didn't really know how much time she spent talking to him about our relationship and always assumed that they mostly worked on her personal issues, rather than relationship issues. My mind whirred and now I wondered if he wanted to talk to me about things that Sue had brought up about us or if he was concerned about something else she'd told him, or what. It seems like he might have told me if he was worried about her, so I tried to dismiss it and just wait until tomorrow.

I arrived just prior to eight and pushed the button for the intercom. "Ken?" came the reply.

"Yes," and the door buzzed.

I opened the door and started up the stairs and as I approached the top, I saw a man step from one of the doorways. He smiled and extended his hand, "Hi. I'm John."

"Ken. Good to meet you."

"Come on in Ken."

I could swear that I could smell alcohol on his breathe when we greeted each other. This whole situation was really strange. We went through a small, neat reception area and into an office with a desk in the corner, and a sitting area with a small couch and with two chairs facing the couch. "Have a seat on the couch please," he said as he took a seat in one of the chairs.

He started right in, "In the time that I've been working with Sue, the issue of trust and security in your relationship keeps coming up and I think it's related to one issue."

"Really, I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Sue is quite concerned that you're bisexual and fears that you might even be gay."

I felt as if I'd been kicked in the gut. All the air rushed out of me and I froze. Time froze and his words hung in the air. "What the fuck? Why would she say that?"

"Well, frankly I understand her concern."

"What the hell do you mean?" I felt trapped. I was in a panic, more than angry.

"Well, Sue told me about your fantasies and the stories that you've written."

Oh god. My heart raced. "What do you mean?" All I could think to do was to play dumb and deny.

"I think you know what I mean."

Now I felt more on the run than ever. I was defensive. "Big deal. So I have a little fantasy about another guy once in a while. That doesn't make me bi." I couldn't even think, never mind say, gay.

"Well, when Sue told me about the stories, that's what I told her. After a while, she couldn't seem to let it go and we started to talk about them in a little more detail and I began to see where her concerns were based. When she told me about how she found out, the feedback with your author name, I decided to find the stories and have a read for myself."

As soon as he said this, humiliation and embarrassment washed over me. I'd been having same sex fantasies since my early teens and later, started writing them down. Before my wife and I had met and even occasionally since we'd been together, I'd submitted them to Literotica. Sue had apparently found some of the feedback emails and looked up the stories by the author name that I'd been using. I couldn't believe that she'd read these stories. No wonder she'd wondered about me. I was certainly distracted by the idea that my wife knew about these stories, but that didn't keep me from the panic of knowing that I was sitting in front of a man that had read them too. My fantasies had always been pretty hardcore and my writing quite graphic, but I'd never done any of these things! They were just fantasies. I blurted these things and a stream of denials and explanations at him as he sat passively and listened. "I'm not gay! They're just fantasies!"

I'd nearly exhausted myself with my pleas and he just looked at me.  

"Why do you suppose that you have these fantasies, if you're not gay?"

"I don't know, I guess it's just the taboo part of it, maybe it just turns me on to think about doing something "bad""

I felt as if I was desperately trying to explain something away.

"Maybe, but I've read these stories," as if I needed him to remind me right now, "and they're really quite graphic. Don't you think they're rather extreme for someone that's just doing something a little taboo?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Well, I must say, that the way you beg for cock and for all those men to cum all over your face in every one of your stories certainly seems to say something about you to me."

Hearing him say this shocked me and filled me with anxiety and embarrassment, but that is exactly what I had written. I sat there silently.

"I'm not sure that someone that didn't really want it to happen could write something quite so convincingly Ken. Don't you think that maybe you're not being completely honest with yourself? Don't you think that maybe you really want to do all those things that you write about?"

"No." I'm not sure who I was trying to assure by saying this. I was shaken by suddenly being put on the spot like this. I no longer really knew what to think.

"No? You aren't wondering if maybe you really do want to suck cock? You're not wondering if you'd find yourself begging for cum? You don't think your cock would get hard from acting like the submissive cock slut you are in your stories? Don't you wonder Ken?"

"No," I barely croaked.

"I think you do Ken. I'm not sure you even wonder, I think you know. I think deep inside you know and you're scared. I think you're scared that once you got a cock in your mouth you'd do anything that was asked of you. Anything I asked of you to be able to keep sucking it."

"What?" I said, truly shocked and unsure of what he'd said.

"Crawl over here. There's only one way to find out if you're a cocksucker."

I froze.

"Now."

I said nothing, but slid from the couch onto my knees in front of him. 

He smiled and I could see the outline of his stiffening cock through his pants.

"Go ahead. Put your hand on me. Let's find out about this curiosity of yours."

Tentatively, my heart pounding, I resisted for a long moment and then I reached out and ran my hand across the bulge in his pants. My cock jumped and stiffened in mine. A noise escaped me.

He smiled again. "Take it out."

Again, I wavered, but did as he told me. My hands went to his belt buckle and then his zipper and finally, I was sliding his pants and underwear down as he lifted his ass from the seat to free them. His cock sprung free as I slid them down and I gasped at the sight of it. He kicked his shoes off as I moved his pants down his legs and I pulled them free and returned my attention to the hard cock in front of me. My whole life I'd fantasized about sucking cock. I'd stroked myself thousands of time and cum thinking about it, but I'd never seen a hard cock for real. I didn't wait, couldn't wait, for him to say anything, I reached out and ran my hand over it.

This time, we both moaned.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and felt its heat and the heft of it and slowly slid my hand up and down its hardness.

His hand moved to the back of my head and as he pulled me forward, he grunted, "Suck it."

I took that hard cock into my mouth as I'd thought about so many times before and tentatively sucked for only a moment before I was overcome with desire and began to suck it with a need that had been pent up for years.

"Ahhh", he moaned. "Oh yea. Yea, suck it. That's it, oh fuck. Yea, jesus, you're a fucking natural. Oh god yea. Suck that cock." The intensity of his words increased the more he spoke and the intensity of my feverish sucking increased the more he spoke.

My hands had joined my mouth. They were slicked by the wetness of my mouth and one hand stroked him as I sucked and the other fondled his big balls. I sucked and stroked ravenously. I was consumed and was consuming him.

"Suck it. Oh fuck yea. You're a fucking cocksucker. You were born for this. You were born to have my fucking fat cock in your mouth, weren't you."

"Yes."

"Oh fuck yea. You're not fucking curious, you're a cocksucker. Tell me."

"I'm your cocksucker." Not a cocksucker, your cocksucker, is what I said.

He grinned, "Yea, You're my cocksucker." Thus even more emboldened, he pushed me back off his cock and as I fell back against the small couch behind me, he stood and moved to stand over me. He took hold of his cock with one hand and my hair with the other. "I'm going to fuck your mouth until I cum all over your face, just like you want. That's what you want, isn't it, for me to make you mine with my cum?"

He knew, of course. "Yes." 

"Yea," he stroked, "you want to submit to me completely. You want me to own you. You want me to do anything I want to you. You want me to use you. You want me to dominate you, don't you?"

"Yes," I panted. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Cum on your slut's face."

I could barely say it before he shoved his cock roughly into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as I slobbered and moaned. There was no question that he was giving me what I wanted. I wanted him to get off by fucking my mouth. I wanted him to cum from using me. More than anything, I wanted to feel his hot cum marking my face, marking me.

Suddenly he pulled my hair back and took hold of his cock, stroking it hard and fast. Those big balls pulled tight and a huge shot of cum flew onto my forehead. His cock throbbed for a moment and the first shot was followed by his full orgasm. His cum shot out and poured all over my face and I licked and moaned and squirmed trying get it all over my face and yet in my mouth at the same time. He collapsed against me, his knees pressed to the edge of the sofa on either side of my head, and ground his cock against my cum covered face. I continued to moan and eat his cum.

Finally, he stumbled back and collapsed into one of the chairs. "You can go now cocksucker. Be back here at 8pm tomorrow."

I staggered to my feet and stumbled out of the room and, without even realizing where I was or what I was doing, I found myself in my car, wiping the cum from my face. I drove home in a daze, tired and confused about everything except where I'd be tomorrow night at 8pm.



The Therapist



It was a typical Southeast Colorado summer day. The air was hot and dry and the wind was blowing just like it does every day. As a home health physical therapist, Kate was out in the weather every day. She reveled at not having to spend the entire day in the office. Even though it was hot, it felt good. She loved the heat and wasn't looking forward to summer ending. Her daughter, Dilan, had headed off to college. That meant summer was going to be over soon. Kate pulled up in front of her new patient's house. She grabbed the chart and her bag and slid out of her SUV. At five foot six inches tall, she wasn't exactly short. She had long legs and that made climbing in and out of her Yukon a breeze. 

She headed up the sidewalk towards the house. Her heart was racing with anticipation, and she felt the familiar butter flies flitting in her stomach. She has been doing this most of her adult life and had seen hundreds of patients, but she was over-anxious today, and she didn't know why. She took a deep breath to calm herself and walked up the steps. Kate stood there, her finger poised over the door bell. She hesitated for a moment and pushed the button. This was the most trusting community. Very few people stopped what they were doing to answer the door. She waited a few seconds and heard the familiar holler "It's open, come on in."

Kate opened the door and looked around. The house was in impeccable order. She quickly noticed the numerous shelves and book cases filled with books and the top shelves housed angels of every kind. Some had to be a hundred years old. She had never seen anything quite like them. There was a corner shelf filled with cups and saucers, angels, salt and pepper shakers, and a couple of china oil lamps. It was a pleasing display of items that didn't seem to go together. It was obvious that whoever this man was, he loved his angels. Kate looked down at her chart. "Mr. Callahan?"

"I'm in the kitchen -- come on back." he yelled. 

Kate slowly walked towards the back of the house. It seemed like most of these old houses had the kitchen in the back. This one was no different. She walked into the kitchen. His back was to her working on something on the counter, so she had a few moments to take in the view. He was a tall man, pretty well built. He had graying blond hair, and a nice butt. He was wearing a tank-top, so she could see the muscles in his arms. Kate lightly cleared her throat "Hi, I'm Kate, Your physical therapist."

He spun around and stuck out his hand. "Hi Kate, I'm Jake Callahan." He grasped her hand and shook it. "But, you can call me Jake."

Kate felt that burning sensation inside her. The one that shows up just before her pussy starts to leak. She had never had a handshake like that. She couldn't figure out what caused that reaction. Well, yeah she could. He had the prettiest blue eyes. He didn't just look at her, he looked inside her. At least that is what it felt like. It wasn't cold at all, but instead a very warming, comforting, almost exciting feeling. She didn't want to let go of his hand. It was warm and soft -- he obviously didn't do manual labor. She looked at him and smiled. "It's really nice to meet you Jake." She let go of Jake's hand but didn't move. She couldn't believe how handsome he was, and he swept her like no man has ever done before -- not even her husband. 

Jake motioned for her to go into the living room. She did and looked at the recliners in the living room. She could tell the light blue one was his favorite, so she gestured for him to sit. He did and she grabbed a chair from the nearby desk and sat in front of him. She leaned in to him resting her elbows on her knees. She arched her back just a little bit. This gave him a clear view of her 34B cleavage. Kate knew she had nice cleavage when she wore a regular bra, but today, she opted for the pushup bra making it even more pronounced. Her button up blouse strained to contain her full breasts. She knew that, and wanted to make sure Jake knew it too. She fumbled with the chart for a second. Looking over the little bit of information that was there. She glanced up and saw Jake staring at her cleavage. Right then, she knew this was going to work.

She discussed the problems Jake was having. He explained the doctor had diagnosed him with very early stage of arthritis. It was a rare strain that progressed slowly but steadily. One of the best treatments according to Dr. Donald was physical therapy and exercise. That alone would slow down the damage done by the disease. Jake explained the reason he requested home health instead of going to the office. He had set up a gym in his basement, and he wanted to work the physical therapy into his normal workout routine. He confessed to Kate that he had heard about her and the rumor was she was the best therapist in town. He didn't know why, but he wanted to find out. She smiled and thanked him. 

She explained to him the purpose of today's visit was to see his range of motion and come up with a treatment plan. Jake nodded in agreement. She told Jake that in order to make sure she saw his full range of motion, he needed to slip out of those jeans and into some shorts. Kate reached for her bag. She unzipped it and reached inside. She pulled out a pair of shorts and handed them to Jake. Jake looked at them and then at her. "You're kidding right?"

Kate held back a giggle. "I know they're a little big, but you need room to move."

Jake looked at her and back at the shorts again. "It's not that they are a little big. These are a little short and I..."

Kate stopped him mid sentence by holding up her hand. "I am the therapist, and I don't have time to argue with you. Go change."

Jake turned and headed through the kitchen to the back bedroom. Kate could hear him fumbling with his belt and mumbling something. Kate was grinning for what she had gotten him to do. She was going to take it one step further. "Oh, and Jake, leave your underwear off too. I don't need you getting all bound up under those shorts."

From the back bedroom came his response. "Are you serious?"

Kate blurted out "Yes."

While Jake changed, Kate got out a sheet and spread it on the floor. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a chair and placed it directly in the middle of the sheet. She reached in her bag and pulled out her goniometer. She would use this to measure his range of motion. She pulled out her clipboard and a stack of papers that showed the various joints. She pulled out one that showed the front and back of the human body. She looked at that one and smiled. Jake finished changing and came strutting in like he was a model on the catwalk. 

Kate laughed "Okay, now you're being silly."

Jake laughed with her. "I thought you might appreciate that." He did a little pirouette. "What do you think of my shorts?" He stopped and faced Kate standing directly in front of her.

Kate was looking at his shorts when she realized that she wasn't just looking at his shorts, she was staring at his crotch. She could see his manhood pressing against the thin material, and a faint outline of what appeared to be the head of his huge cock. Kate blushed momentarily and looked up at Jake. "We need to get started." She patted the chair and told Jake. "Sit here for the first part of this."

Jake sat down and she handed him the clipboard with the human bodies on it. She explained. "I want you to circle every place where you are experiencing pain, and everywhere that you circle, I want you to put the level of pain in that circle. Use 1 as the least amount and 10 as the worst."

Jake took the pen and began drawing circles on the bodies. He wrote neat little numbers in each circle. Once he finished he handed it back to Kate. She examined it and made the comment. "From what I see here, we have some things to work on, but for the most part, your pain level is very minimal. We are going to try and keep it that way, or better yet, make it less. What's up with the circles on the back, arthritis won't strike those areas."

Jake said. "I know that. I think I may have pulled a muscle or two." 

"Is that what's going on with the hamstrings and the glutes?" She asked.

Jake replied. "I think so. Or it could be my sciatic nerve acting up. I'm not real sure."

Kate circled behind Jake. "Don't worry Jake, I'll check it out." She reached down and grabbed the goniometer. "Alright Jake, let's get some measurements out of the way. First we need to check your shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers. I want you to lower your arm like this." She took his arm and pulled it straight down. "Now raise your arm sideways as high as you can until it either hurts or you have it straight up." Jake raised his arm completely above his head. "Does that hurt?" Jake shook his head. Kate jotted down some notes. "Very good, now let's do that again raising it in front of you." Jake lowered his arm raised it in front of him until it was straight up and down. "Any pain?" Once again, Jake shook his head. "Good. Now I want you to try it towards the back." Jake lowered his arm once again and raised it to his back. He got it about half way and stopped. "Thats all the further I can raise it Kate." 

"Good Jake, hold that for a second and let me measure." She could see the muscles in his back ripple. She took her goniometer and quickly measured the angle. "Very good Jake." She touched his shoulder. "Any pain in this region?" She lightly massaged the shoulder area. Jake shook his head from side to side. "Good." Kate wrote down the numbers.

"Okay Jake. We are going to do a couple of short tests with your elbows and hands. I need you to hold your arm straight out in front of you." Jake extended his arm forward. "Now I want you to bend at the elbow as far as you can and hold it." Jake did so, and Kate took a quick measurement and wrote it down. She took Jakes arm and held it straight out with his elbow bent at a 90 degree angle. "I want you to move your hand in a circle". Jake did so. "No pain." Once again Jake shook his head. "Okay, now make a fist." Jake made a fist. "Very good, now I want you to squeeze my fingers." Kate placed two fingers in his palm and Jake squeezed to the point it almost hurt. "Very good Jake." Kate wrote some more notes and kneeled down beside Jake. 

Kate placed her hand on Jake's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Jake didn't flinch. Kate's heart raced for just a few seconds. The butterflies in her stomach were driving her crazy. She could feel the moisture building within her pussy lips. She was getting very anxious, but she took a deep breath to calm herself. She placed her other hand on his knee. "Okay Jake, I want you to try and lift your leg while I apply pressure." Kate pressed down as Jake tried to raise his leg. Jake's strength overpowered Kate and he was able to raise his leg easily. Kate patted his thigh with the hand that was close to his crotch. She wasn't sure, but it felt like she brushed his cock with her fingers. "Very good." She said. Kate stood up and walked to the other side and kneeled down again. "Okay Jake, let's do the same thing on this leg." By the time Kate was done, her heart was racing and she was a little flush. "Okay Jake, we are done with the chair." Jake stood up and Kate took the chair and moved it off to the side.  

"I want you to remove your shirt and lie face down on the sheet." Jake grabbed his shirt at the bottom and pulled it over his head. Kate saw his abs and was amazed at their shape and form. He had sharp tiny nipples on his perfect muscular chest. As he laid down, the muscles in his arms and back flexed. Kate loved a hard body and his was exactly what she liked. Jake laid down on the sheet and put his hands to his side. 

"I'm going to work on those muscles in your back and legs. Let me know if I rub too hard." Kate ran her hands over Jakes back feeling the muscles under her petite hands. His skin was soft and warm -- not something you would expect from a well chiseled body. Kate moved and kneeled just above his head letting her butt rest on her heals. Her knees were parted on either side of his head. Her pussy was wet and she could feel her panties were soaked. The way she was kneeling, her pussy was now inches from his body. Her breathing was coming faster as she worked on Jakes back slowly rubbing up and down in long flowing motions. Jake let out a low moan showing her his satisfaction. 

Kate worked on Jakes back for a good fifteen minutes. She felt every delicious inch of his back. Touching and rubbing and making herself more excited as she continued massaging him. She raised up off her heals so she could reach further and with one simple movement she slid her hand under the wasteband of Jakes shorts and her hands rested on both of his ass cheeks. Jake flinched and tried to look up at her. "Relax Jake". Jake lowered his head and Kate continued to massage his butt. Jake was enjoying his butt massage. Kate slid around to the other end. She pulled Jakes legs open and kneeled between them. She continued to massage his butt and started to incorporate his hamstrings in with the movements. 

While she massaged his hamstrings, she would run her fingers up the inside of his thighs. She stopped just before she got to his balls. Every now and again she would touch them with the tip of her fingers and wait to see if she got a reaction from Jake. 

Jake felt Kate's fingers touch his balls. This turned him on and he had to concentrate to keep from getting a hard on. Kate kept massaging his hamstrings switching from one to the other and then back again. It seemed like every time she rubbed close to his butt, her fingers touched his testicles. Jake could no longer fight back the hard on. It was raging now and he could feel it throbbing. He just hoped he would get a chance to cool down before he had get up. 

Kate was absolutely turned on by now. Her breathing was fast, and her heart raced. She knew her panties were soaked and she assumed she already soaked the crotch of her jeans because she could smell her own sex. As she massaged Jakes thighs, she wondered if her massaging turned Jake on as well. If Jake had a hard on when she told him to roll over, she knew she could go on to the next step. If not, she would have to come up with another game plan. There was a method to her seduction. She had done this so many times before. That's why she was considered the best physical therapist in the county. She did this with select patients, and they knew they could never tell. Kate patted Jake on the ass as she stood up. "Okay Jake, time to roll over."

Kate was now standing beside Jake. Jake rolled over and a smile came over Kate's face. She had accomplished what she hoped. Jake's shorts showed a very large erection. Kate stared at his erection and Jake started to blush. 

"I'm sorry Kate. This was not intended." Jake said. 

Kate smiled at Jake. "Jake, it's okay. This happens all the time. As a matter of fact, I hoped it would happen." Jake looked at her puzzled. Kate continued. "I want to explain something to you. I am the best physical therapist in all of Baca County, and I am going to share with you why I am the best. But first, I want you to promise you will never discuss our sessions with anyone. Not one thing. Promise?" 

Jake looked up at her. "I promise." 

Kate was thankful she lived in the Midwest. She knew a promise was a promise. Men in this part of the country still did business with a handshake. Jake's promise not to tell was as good as a written contract signed by both of them. She knew he was a man of his word. She also knew she had more to lose than Jake, but by him keeping quiet, he was also keeping the rest of her special patients safe from scandalous harm.

"Good. Now let me give you some insight as to why I am the best." Kate slowly started to unbutton her blouse, undoing one button at a time while she continued to talk to Jake. "I take great pride in taking care of my patients Jake. My patients get the best care they can possibly get. I, in return, get the best my patients have to give." Her blouse was now undone and she removed it. Jake smiled taking in Kate's beauty. Kate undid her bra and let it fall to the floor beside her blouse. She reached up and massaged her breasts. Her nipples instantly became erect. Next, she kicked off her shoes. Reaching down, she undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with her blouse and bra. Never saying a word, she hooked her thumbs into the side of her thong, and pulled her panties off and tossed them to the side. She was now naked in front of Jake, and Jakes cock was throbbing under his thin shorts.

Jake took Kate in. Her body was tanned. She either had a tanning bed at home, or she spent a lot of time in the tanning booth at Pop's Liquor. Either way, she had no tan lines. Her breasts were a natural perky 34B. Her nipples were large and protruded nicely. She had a thin waist and a very nice bottom. She was completely shaved and when she parted her legs, Jake could tell that she had very tight pussy lips. Kate standing there with her dark hair, her beautiful brown eyes, her pouty lips, and that beautiful body, screamed sex. Jake suddenly became very aware of his erection. His hard cock throbbed and bounced under his shorts. Kate could see that and straddled his legs. She hooked her fingers into the waste band of his shorts and pulled them down revealing his huge cock. Her eyes widened when it popped free from the material. She pulled and tugged on his shorts and spoke again. "Are you okay Jake?" 

Jake smile and replied. "Yes. I'm very much okay." Kate continued to remove his shorts. She got off her knees and squatted to remove them the rest of the way. Jake had a clear view of Kate's pussy, and he could see it was wet with cum. Kate was back on her knees again. She was moving up on Jake. "Jake?" 

"Yes Kate."

Kate kept moving up. Her pussy now rested on Jakes cock pushing it flat against his stomach. Her pussy lips enveloped it spreading her cum all over the underside of Jakes magnificent cock. "In a minute we are going to work on your butt muscles, and I am going to give you an incentive to work them." She leaned forward and rested a nipple on Jakes lips. Jake needed no instructions. He raised his head slightly and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She tasted good and he sucked even harder. He nibbled on the nub in his mouth and Kate moaned. While he continued to suck on her nipples, she started moving up and down his shaft. Soaking it with the cum that filled Kate's soaked pussy. Jake now had one hand on her ass and the other one was massaging her tits. Kate slid down further and Jake's balls were smothered between Kate's swollen pussy lips. Jake moaned as Kate ground her pussy into Jakes manhood. 

Kate loved the feel of Jake's cock. It was a good nine inches and three fingers thick. He was larger than most of her patients which was good. She needed a larger cock for her coral. Jake moved to her rhythm as Kate slid up and down his shaft. "Do you want it Jake?" 

"Mmmhmm" was all Jake could get out. His cock was swollen to maximum capacity now. Kate stopped moving and slid up. Kate never touched his cock, but in one expert movement, Jake's cock head was inside Kate's sopping pussy. Kate stopped and let it sit there. Jake tried to thrust deeper, but Kate stopped him. 

"I want to savor this moment." She said. She slid a little more of her pussy over Jake's cock. Slowly she took it a little deeper. Then she raised up almost to the point where Jake's cock would fall out. Jake's cock was already soaked from her sitting on it earlier, but she loved to feel it go deeper just a little bit at a time. She could see from the expression on Jake's face he enjoyed it too. She took it deeper until finally all nine inches of it was inside her. She shuddered a little bit as his cock jabbed her cervix. It was huge and she needed to adjust to it for a minute. "Jake?" She whispered into his ear.




The Therapist



"Yes Kate."

Kate reached out and licked his ear lobe still whispering. "Are you ready to work those butt muscles?"

All Jake could muster was "mmmhmm"

Kate raised her pussy up to the tip of Jake's cock and whispered. "Then fuck me slow."

Jake needed no encouragement. He raised and lowered his ass while his cock pumped in and out of Kate. She was so wet; he could feel her cum running down his balls. Slowly, he fucked her tight pussy. Kate's inner pussy muscles tugged on Jake's cock as if milking the cum from his balls. She encouraged him. "Fuck me faster Jake." And Jake pounded on Kate's pussy with furry. He could hear his balls slapping Kate's ass. He could feel his own orgasm building and Kate moaned uncontrollably. Kate sat up and rubbed her tits and nipples while Jake pounded her soaked pussy. Suddenly Kate sat down on Jake driving his hard member deep inside her. She shuddered a little and looked down at Jake. "I'll take over from here." She lowered her body down and put her tits close to Jakes face. "Suck them Jake." Jake reached up and took Kate's nipple into his mouth. He sucked and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Kate steadily fucked Jake's enormous cock. She loved the way it made her feel. How it brought her closer to an orgasm. "God yes Jake, suck my nipples while I fuck your cock with my slutty cunt." 

Jakes eyes widened. He had no idea Kate was like this. Her pussy milking his cock was enough to get him off, but to add her smutty language made his excitement level increase exponentially. Jake wondered about something. He thought a second and then decided the only way to find out was to act. He reached his hand down and grabbed Kate's ass. She moaned. "Yes." and then he did it. He raised his hand and slapped Kate's ass cheek. She screamed. "Yes!" That answered Jake's question. He slapped her ass again and again. Kate was gasping now. "Oh God, Yes Jake, Slap my ass and fuck my slutty cunt. I'm going to come Jake. Oh God, Fuck me." 

Jake pounded Kate's sloppy pussy. Jake bit one of Kate's nipples hard, and she didn't flinch. Instead Kate shoved her tit harder into Jake's mouth. Jake was ready to unload his cum inside of Kate's already drenched pussy. He pulled his head back. "Oh Kate I'm gonna come." At that point Kate lost it. She exploded on Jake's cock. She came so hard that she thought she might black out. Just as she thought she was done, Jake exploded inside her. She could feel the cum hit her cervix and fill her already stuffed pussy. At that moment, she started coming again. "Oh God Jake. I'm coming again. Fuck my slutty cunt Jake. Spray your fucking cum deep inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Jake sprayed load after load of cum into Kate's nasty cunt. He filled her pussy until it oozed out from around his cock and down his balls. Kate bucked and grunted uncontrollably as she climaxed on Jake's cock for the second time. As Kate started to calm down, Jake continued to slowly fuck Kate mixing their cum together. Kate's breathing calmed, as she regained her composure. She liked the feel of Jake's semi-hard cock still fucking her and mixing their juices. Jake could tell that his balls were now soaked, and cum dripped down the crack of his ass. 

Smiling, Jake said. "Oh my God Kate. You are amazing." 

Kate bent her head down and kissed Jake on the cheek. She whispered into his ear. "Now do you understand why I am the best physical therapist in the county?"

"Yes I do." replied Jake.

Kate started to rise up, but Jake placed his hands on her hips and held her down. "Not yet, okay."

Kate smiled. "Okay."

His cock continued to soften, and when it was about to fall out, Kate lifted up and let it fall from her dripping pussy. As his cock fell out of her, gobs of cum oozed from Kate's pussy and down onto Jake's cock. She looked at Jake and smiled. "See what you did?" She held that position for a few seconds until her pussy quit dripping their cum onto Jake's cock. She reached into her bag and pulled out a towel. "I think you're going to need this." She handed him one end of the towel and she took the other. She wiped her pussy as she climbed off of Jake and left it behind so he could clean himself up.

Kate was now standing gathering her clothes. Jake got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her and held her in his arms. He looked deep into her eyes. "You are very pretty."

Kate blushed and looked down a moment. "Jake, there's something I need to tell you, but I'm kind of embarrassed."

"Kate, there is no reason to be embarrassed. We just shared the most intimate act a few minutes ago."

Kate laughed. "Jake, that was not intimacy. That was sex, unadulterated sex at that."

Jake chuckled. "Yeah, that was pretty good Kate. No, that was better than pretty good. That was amazing."

"Jake, I have some things we need to discuss. Some of these things need to be boundaries or guidelines per se. Others are confessions. We might as well get the confessions out of the way first. This first confession is the biggest one that could affect this relationship. I know Dr. Donald's patterns. When he referred you to us, I knew he was going to order blood tests. I knew at that time you would be my patient, so I called a friend of mine that works in the hospital and told her to add a standard STD test to the blood work. That person and myself are the only two people who know and know the results.

Jakes jaw dropped open. "How could you? That's a huge violation of my privacy Kate! I could get you fired for that!''

In a stearn voice Kate replied. "Calm down Jake. I did this for my own protection. I am STD free and needed to make sure you were too. As for getting me fired, it's not going to happen. There is no evidence of the tests, so you would have a hard time proving anything. So, get over it and deal with it." 

"So how did the tests turn out Kate?" Jake asked in a sarcastic manner.

Kate Smiled. "Well Jake, we just had amazing sex, so I'm thinking you were clean."

My second confession, Jake. I am a sex addict." Jake's eyes widened. "Let me explain. Years ago, I was having issues. I was frustrated and depressed. My husband and I were having problems. He no longer loved me and we discussed divorce, but for the sake of the kids, we stayed together. We quit sleeping together about four years ago, and it has been at least that long since I've had sex with him. John is a very influential person in this town, and if he knew about my addiction, he would divorce me and take my only prized possession away from me, my son, Jason. I figured out that masturbation helped me get over some of the depression and frustration. It got out of control though, and before long I was masturbating about three times a day, sometimes four. I would do it just about anywhere. In the car, in the bathroom at the Longhorn Steak House, in the bathroom at the Trails End, I even masturbated in the bathroom of the Love's convenience store. Sometimes I would leave a patient's house and masturbate in the car before I ever left. One day I took Jason to the park, and while he played, I secretly masturbated under my coat. Once I realized it was out of control, I was out of control, I lied to my family saying I was going to see a friend, but instead I spent a couple of weeks at a clinic in Denver. They diagnosed me with the disorder. They tried to help me but it really didn't work. My sex addiction was consuming me and I had to do something about it. That's when I started this thing with my patients."

"Wow Kate. I don't know what to say."

"You don't really need to say anything Jake. I just wanted you to know. I have this disorder under control. Well, I don't really have it under control, but it no longer controls me. I need you to understand that I have several patients that I have sex with regularly as part of their physical therapy. I still masturbate regularly, but having the sex is helping me. Your treatment Jake is part of my treatment. I just want you to realize that."

Jake smiled. "Okay, I can deal with that."

Kate realized that they were still standing there naked holding each other, and Jakes cock was beginning to grow again. She could feel it getting hard against her stomach. "Now we have some guidelines to go over Jake."

Jake, realized that his cock was hard again and made a suggestion. "Let's lie back down on the sheet and go over your guidelines there."

Kate objected. "No Jake. I need to get going. We need to finish this conversation so I can get on my way. I have other patients to see today." Jake reached up and pinched one of Kate's nipples. Kate brushed Jakes hand away. "Jake, I'm not kidding." Jake grabbed one of her tits and gave a nice squeeze. Kate's heart began to beat faster, and she could feel that all to familiar excitement building inside her. Jake rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples. Kate started to moan. Jake bent down and sucked on Kate's nipples pulling and sucking on them. Jake let go of her tit and Kate moaned. 

"Come here Kate." Jake took Kate's hand and led her to the sheet in the middle of the room. Kate followed. They both lied down on the sheet and Kate grabbed Jakes hard cock. She was still soaked and didn't need any foreplay. She immediately climbed on Jake's cock and slowly started to ride him. He was bigger this time, but she was more accustomed to his size now. Slowly she fucked Jake up and down.

"Mmm. God Jake, your cock is so good, but before this gets out of control, let's go over some guidelines. First, you are never to call my house. You have my cell phone number and the only time you are to call me is to cancel or reschedule an appointment. I am not your girlfriend, I don't want to be your little chat buddy, and I don't intend to be, so don't try and make me feel like one. If you need a girlfriend, go find one because I am not it. Second, I don't do booty calls. If you are horny, suck it up and jerk off. My life is very planned and calculated. It has to be in order to keep the secrecy and my addiction in check." Kate continued to ride Jake's cock. Her breathing was coming faster and shallower. She was getting close to coming and keeping it under control took every ounce of concentration. "Ugh, if you see me in public, ugh fuck Jake this feels too good." She started again. "If you see me in public, you will not stop and speak to me. Oh God Jake, that's it right there. Fuck me Jake. This is a business relat...ugh." Jakes cock throbbed inside of Kate's pussy, and he had a way of making it swell even more. 

"Oh Jake, I don't know if I can take this any more. Fuck my slutty cunt Jake. Make me come like a slut."

Jake grabbed Kate's hips and jammed her down onto his cock. "You like that slut?"

"Fuck yes, Jake, more."

"You nasty little slut. You like my cock shoved up your slutty cunt don't you?"

"Oh God yes Jake. Fuck my slutty cunt. Make me come like a nasty slut. Fill me with your cum. Fuck my slutty pussy Jake. Oh God I'm gonna come."

Jake grabbed Kate by the tits and slammed her down on his cock. He could feel the head of his cock jabbing her cervix. Kate started convulsing. Her pussy muscles milked Jakes cock. He could feel her orgasm and actually felt her pussy squirt onto his cock. He could tell this was no pee squirt, this was cum. He could feel the warm juice surrounding his cock and he couldn't take it any longer. He began ejaculating inside Kate's soaked pussy filling her pussy with more of his hot white cum. "Take that you fucking slut." 

Kate was well into her orgasm. She was moaning and panting. "Oh God. Jake...I'm...coming...again...ugh."

Jake watched as Kate's face twisted as if she was in pain, but she was far from that. She pushed down on Jake and stayed there. Her body shook and she let out some guttural noises and fell forward collapsing on Jake's chest. She laid there her body twitching and shaking. Her breathing was shallow and labored. Jake felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He wondered if she was still coming. "Kate?" Jake whispered.

Kate whispered back. "Not right now Jake." as her body jerked again and Jake felt her pussy spasm again. He knew then that she was having mini orgasms one right after the other. That happened another five or six times. He held Kate close to his bare chest and stroked her hair. Her dark hair was perfectly straight, and she kept it in a blunt cut which framed her face and brought out the true beauty in Kate. After a few minutes, Kate's breathing returned to normal, and her body quit twitching. She raised her head from Jakes chest and looked him in the eye. "Thank you Jake. You have no idea how good you feel." She smiled and kissed Jake on the cheek. "I really need to get going."

Kate reached for the towel just like she had done previously. She rose up off of Jake's cock, but instead of letting their cum shower Jake's cock, she covered her pussy with the towel. She handed the other end to Jake, but before Jake could get his cock covered, she glanced at it and saw it was covered with their mixture. Kate smiled and stood up. Jake wiped himself off as best he could and grabbed his shorts. He pulled them on and sat up to watch Kate dress. She was beautiful, and for a forty something year old woman who's had three kids, she had a body that was to die for. After Kate dressed, Jake helped her fold up the sheet and get her things back in the bag. 

Kate turned to Jake. "Okay Jake, I will write up your treatment plan tomorrow, and I will see you on Wednesday. I want to see you three times a week in the beginning. After a couple of weeks, we will see what your progress is like and go from there." Kate handed Jake some papers. "Here are some stretching exercises we will start with. Look these over and we can discuss them on Wednesday."

Jake smiled at Kate a little confused. They just had the most amazing sex, and she just turned on a switch that took her from insatiable slut to an all business and professional physical therapist. Her statements held no feeling in them. They were very blunt and almost cold. "Great Kate, I look forward to our next session." 

Kate held out her hand. "It was very nice to meet you Jake Callahan." 

Not sure of the change in Kate's attitude, Jake took her hand and shook it. "You too Kate." Kate turned, and in moments, was out the door and into her Yukon. 

Jake shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe what this morning turned into. He watched as Kate drove off and wondered what would happen in their next session.