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Therapy

By: SeductionMaster



As I walk through the hall way of the spa, stretching my neck as I go and extending my arms to crack my knuckles, I wonder what kind of customers my boss has stuck me with today. As if put on her dump-on list as of late, I had nothing but the old, wrinkly, and unappreciative clientèle. I stop in front of a mirror to check my short spikes atop my head, when the reflection shows me a vision that made my entire body react. Behind me struts two women, robes and slippers in hand, mid to late twenties at best, walking close to one another and talking quietly to themselves. 

I pretend to continue brushing my hand through my hair as they pass behind me, their whispers becomes more private as they stride past, and a slight giggle can be heard. I think to myself that I caught a side glimpse from one of them, the dark haired one with the highlights and beautiful eyes, but that was wishful thinking. I continue on my way to the front desk to collect my first assignment for the day, wanting to look back at the two beauties that passed me, but I held myself back, not wanting to torture myself. My persistence in not looking only meant that I would miss their backwards gaze towards me.

I pick up the clipboard that dictates my first client, and browse the list from the bottom up, liking to know how I end my day, rather than start it. A slow day for a Saturday as I have only four for the entire day, which I rather like, as it allows me to take better care of the clients I do have. I take my assignment sheet back to the locker room to change. 

Sitting on the bench as I slide my black sweatpants on, I study the sheet. A Swedish/ Deep Tissue massage on a Kaylee, then an assist on a Mud Wrap on a Sara, then a set up steam/aromatherapy on both of them. The fact that the same clients appeared on three of my four assignments intrigued me, as that rarely happens. I slip my black tank over my body and stand up and stretch. Folding the paper and slipping it into my back pocket I walk out into the hallway once more, I was not even able to dream of the day I was about to have. 

Feeling a sense of anticipation in myself, possibly from the knowledge that there are at least two women in the house that I would actually enjoy putting my hands on, I walk straight to the massage room. I open the door to the rush of cool air, and lay my eyes upon a true sight. The beautiful girl with the highlights in her hair sat upon the massage table, her robe folded neatly on her lap as her legs dangled elegantly off the sides. She ceased from looking around the room at the multiple candle laden tables and mirrors adorning the wall, as her head snaps around to look at who walked through the door. Our eyes meet with a smile, and as I come to my senses once again and wipe the goofy smile from my face, I step towards her to introduce myself. 

I begin to make small talk with her to get her accustomed to me, the "is this your first time here?" formalities and such, slipping her the occasional joke to make her laugh and loosen up. I guide her to a changing room, and instruct her to disrobe, leaving only the silk robe to cover her upon return. I watch as she smiles at me and closes the door behind her. I then proceed to adjust my sweatpants and light the candles throughout the room, dim the lights, and set the mood music on the stereo. 

I begin to layout various oils and rubs on the table beside the bed as Kaylee emerges from the changing room. Shiny, silky legs carrying her across the glowing marbled floor towards the table, as she circles around it, as if to show herself to me from every beautiful angle. Her skin glistens in the glow of the candlelight, from her slightly exposed cleavage, the slender muscles in her calves. 

"What is it?" she asks me, snapping me from my trance.

"Nothing." I reply. "It's just that I haven't had such an attractive client such as yourself in quite sometime." I say in a flirtatious tone.

She smiles a thank you as she stands and awaits my next instruction to her.

I instruct her then to remove the robe and place it beneath the table, then to get up on the table and cover herself with the large towel. I then turn my back to allow her some privacy as she removes the robe, resisting the urge to peek with great difficulty. I listen as she climbs up onto the table and rustles the towel over herself until she tells me she is ready. 

I turn around to gaze over her figure laid out on the table, the towel covering her from her knees to her upper back, draping only slightly down her sides. I walk around the table once to configure my approach on just how I am going to lay my hands on this beauty. I ask her the general questions such as where she would like me to focus on, where she has persistent trouble, and is there anything in particular she would like done. Jokingly she says she "wants it all over", but I wonder if this was a joke at all. I giggle in acknowledgement and reach for the oils to begin her session.

Soft new age music plays to the background noise of soft water trickling as I rub the oil into my hands, and drizzle the warm liquid onto her shoulders. I instruct her to relax, to loosen her body and just let herself go to the moment. The minute my hands touch her, I feel her body shudder briefly, then melt into my touch. Gently I rub the oil into her skin, letting my hands wander over the silky skin, lubricated nicely now with the aromatic oils. As I warm her up, I ask her if she comes here often, which she jokingly interprets as a pick up line. I respond by saying that I have not seen her here before, which is unfortunate.

"So far, I'd come back much more often if you always do such a wonderful job." She comes back with. 

She can sense my smile, as she giggles softly. 

I know she is not alone, but I ask out of curiosity of her answer is she came alone today. She begins to tell me of her friend who Sara, who is getting prepped for a body wrap. A brief history of their friendship ensues and hints are dropped at her equal attractiveness, but that is something that I already knew. I then tell her that I think she may be the same Sara that I am scheduled to work with after her. Curiously she seems intrigued that this is so.

My eyes gaze down her body as I continue to knead my fingertips into her shoulder blades, the sensual curve of her slightly exposed breast captures my gaze for a minute when her squirm beneath the sheet reminds me of my task at hand. I apologize and steer my focus to her arms. Kneading my fingers into her triceps gently as I lift her arm of the table and extend it outwards towards me, working my fingers into her nicely defined muscles, down to her forearms and out to her hands. As I continue to her work her hands, unconsciously I draw her arm closer to me when I suddenly become aware of my arousal as her tricep brushes gently against the firmness in my sweats. Did I do it on purpose I do not know, and her reaction to it would not be known until later, but nonetheless I continue her massage. 

I ask her if she is enjoying it thus far and she groans her approval, and as I slide her arm back in to proceed with the rest of her body, her palm opens and brushes against my erection yet again, this time more purposeful than the last. I shrug it off and work her other arm. 

I explain to her that I am going to focus on her lower back now, and ask her if she has a problem with me uncovering her upper body. She shakes her head with certainty, and I fold the towel once over resting it over her nicely rounded cheeks. I slowly drizzle the oil over the small of her back and begin to work my hands into her. I watch her squirm to my touch, and desperately fight to shake the thoughts that race through my mind as I listen to her moan at my touch. Hastily I finish up this area, and explain to her that I am now going to focus on her legs. She groans her approval as I fix the towel back to cover her up. 

The thought of this beauty that fills my mind has not let my erection calm down. I am lucky that her head remains buried in the hole of the massage table so that I do not have to fight to hide it, as the sweatpants makes it virtually impossible to do so. Giddy with the fact that I have had my hands all over this gorgeous woman's body for fifteen minutes now, I decide to take a chance and ask her if she minds me exposing her butt slightly to work her legs. To my amazement, she says no. I shake it off, and proceed to take advantage of the situation before she changes her mind. I roll the towel up her legs, exposing her long, slender legs to me for the first time. I shake my head at the incredible sight. I stop rolling the towel halfway up her cheeks, and marvel at this woman's comfort with her body being exposed to a complete stranger. 

Once more I oil up my hands, and plant my hand behind her knee as I begin to knead my way up her thigh. Working deeper with each pass of my hands, her leg seems to roll outward instinctively as my fingers work into the taut flesh of her thigh. My fingers work its way in between her legs, and I feel her muscles tighten as they slither upwards towards her ass. I tell her to relax, as I will not violate her in any way, and she responds with a shocking sigh of disappointment. I giggle with her jokingly and continue my work.

I move to the other side of the table to work her other thigh, and as I pass her head, she lifts it out of the rest as if to fix the fall of her hair. She slips me a sly glance just as my erection passes in front her, and I thought I caught a wry smile as she dips her head back down. I shake it off as nothing as I place my hands back onto her other thigh, resuming my massage on her perfect leg, and resuming the intensity of my erection. I work both hands into her thigh, oiling it up nicely. Rolling my hands into the back of her leg, slipping my fingers in between both legs when it happens. I watch as her legs seem to open slightly giving my fingers room to work. I resist the urge to look, as I know between her legs are exposed to me. I focus my gaze on her thigh, fighting the desire to look into the shadowed area she is showing me. 

My desire overcomes me, and I take a chance. I slide my hands up her thigh, all the way to the crease of her cheeks. I glide my hands over the supple mound and work the oil into her ass. One hand on each cheek, massaging in circles over her sweet flesh as I await her reaction, and when that reaction comes, it is a shocking one. 

Her legs open to me wider, her head begins to rock, and soft moans can be heard emanating from the front of the table. I work my hands harder into her ass cheeks, kneading wider circles with my thumb flirting dangerously close to her ass crack. An intense throbbing in my pants can be felt as I use my thumbs to spread her ass cheeks apart. Her reluctance to resist me prompts me to finally look, as I drift my gaze between her legs as I spread her cheeks apart. My eyes are met with the beautiful sight of shiny pink, glistening with built up excitement from my touch. Her feet dangles off the sides of the table and her legs spread wider as my touch on her ass intensifies, sliding my thumbs between her ass cheeks, gently grazing over her prize. 

I stop my fingers where they are when I ask her if she has a problem with any of this. 

"I was waiting for you to do it." She replies to my surprise. "This is what I meant when I said I wanted it all."

Shocked, I resume my caress of her ass as she lifts her head out of the whole and props herself up on her elbows. I watch as her head turns to gaze into a mirror on the wall on her left side to watch my hands work into her ass cheeks, watch my fingers disappear between her thighs, and watch her legs fall apart without thought as if beckoning me to give her more. I slide one thumb deeper between her legs, grazing the tip over her lips. Her back arches at my touch and her legs open wider still as if waiting for that signal. 

Up and down I slide my thumb over her slit, watching as it grows wetter with each touch. I alternate looks from between her legs to her head, watching intently for some indication for me to stop, but it never comes. I watch as her eyes shut, and she begins to bite her lower lip as my thumb continues to wash over her sweet pink. 

"Kaylee," I stop and ask. "If this makes you uncomfortable, I can stop, and your next massage is on the house."

But her reaction is not a negative one, as she turns over on the table, letting the towel fall to the floor, leaving her body fully exposed to me in all its delectable glory. 

"Oh no Jay, I have been waiting for this to happen since the minute you walked into the room. You can't get into trouble can you?" She asks me. 

I smile at her as I shake my head and remove my sweat soaked tank top, and make my way to her. 

She lies back on the table as her hand reaches out to grasp my erection through my pants. Something she tells me she longed to do since the start of the massage. I lean into her, and kiss her tenderly, letting my tongue explore her mouth as hers does mine. I slide my kiss to her cheek, then further down to her neck as she moans her approval, telling me softly how she hoped that I was her masseuse, and that when she saw that I was, the fantasizing began. I proceed to tell her that I was sincere when I said she was my first attractive client in some time, and that my fantasizing began back in the hallway. We giggle together for a while and return our focus on each other. 

Her hands works over my clothed erection furiously as my tongue now slithers down her front side, leaving a glistening wet trail down her cleavage before consuming her left breast into my mouth. Her head reels as the feel of my tongue fluttering over her nipple sends shivers through her body. Feverishly I suckle her nipple, fueled by her hand tugging at me through my sweatpants. One hand drifts to her other breast, kneading it with an intensity equaled to her hand on me. Her other hand reaches up and I feel it tug at my hair, running her slender digits through my short cut and tugging gently as my tongue lavishly works her nipple into a rigid erection.

I relent my oral grasp on her bosom and knead them together with my hands, watching her eyes glass over with desire as I flutter my tongue between both her nipples. I feel her hand fumble for the tie to my pants as her gaze never leaves mine. And with a wicked grin, and slip of her tongue over her lips, I feel her tug at my pants and swiftly undoes my tie. Kaylee tugs at my waistband and loosens my pants, as she watches them fall into a pool on the floor. She flicks her hair, and beckons me to her with the hunger in her eyes. I am swift to comply.

I crawl atop the table, watching her legs open up to me further as my body slides against her oil coated skin easily. We embrace in another hungry kiss, the heat between us raging hotter now that our bodies are against one another. Grinding down into her as I ravage her mouth with mine, I feel her hand explore down my body, stopping to dig her nails into my chest, pinching and tugging at my nipples, causing my weight to collapse down into her. Releasing my mouth from hers, I let my tongue drift from her lips, watching my saliva trail from her tongue, dripping down onto her glistening chest, leaving my no choice but to lick it up. Her fingers entwine in my hair as I slither my way down her oily body, stopping briefly to suckle her beautiful breasts once more. 

Kaylee spreads her legs wide as my body makes its way down, my hands coming to rest on her now loosened up thighs, holding her legs apart and getting a close up look now at her perfect little pink box which she holds open for me with her other hand. I glance up to her and meet her begging eyes, telling me to help myself to her feast. I grin to her as I dip my head down into her, opening my mouth wide, and letting my tongue graze over her sweet honey, my head reeling at the taste of this goddess. Yearning to taste more, I dive my head between her legs, my mouth covering her pussy entirely, licking her fingers which hold her lips open for me, slithering my tongue between them, into her slit, deep into her hole. 

Her moans mix with the soft music, and her body begins to grind into me in rhythm with the motion of my head. The grip on my hair tightens as I drive my tongue into her. Over and over I plunge my tongue into her, letting my lips brush against hers with each twist of my head. Kaylee removes her own hand and I feel both sets of fingers grasp at my hair, tugging my head in the direction she wants to be licked. Her legs close around me, and I feel her heels press into my back, using that leverage to buck her body into my face. I squeeze a finger between my lips and her hole and slowly press it into her, watching the liquid drip from her hole onto my digit. Swiftly I dive my head down to lap it up, not wanting to lose an ounce of her sweet nectars.

"Yesssss." I can hear Kaylee cry as my finger buries deep into her. Her body grinds into my hand as my tongue presses into her lips to expose her swollen nub. Fluttering my tongue over her sex as my finger invades her; she begins to pant heavily, her body beginning to buck rhythmically with her cries. I can feel her body tense up and sense that her climax is near. I slide another finger into her, my ring and middle finger, and press up into her as I flick my wrist violently, all the while doing my best to keep my mouth planted on her lips.

Melding both finger and tongue into her, I drive her over the edge into her orgasm. Her body shuddering hard beneath me as her pussy clamps down onto my fingers. I do not relent as I maintain the hard thrusts into her while petting her sweet clit with my tongue. Her body quivers as her cries spew forth from her lips. Sweet liquid gushing forth onto my hand, into my mouth as I do my best to contain it. Lapping at her feverishly as her orgasm continues to flow with each shudder of her body. I watch her as her body slows to a heaving pace, and her quivering subsides. Glancing up at her in amazement I wait for her eye to meet mine before expressing my awe. Kaylee smiles at me and tells me that was a display of how horny she was for me. I assure her it is merely the beginning.

I climb off the table and walk to her, kissing her deeply, and letting my hands explore her angelic body. Running my hands over her glistening chest as she slides off the table as well, and plants her hands on my hips, guiding me to the edge of the table and helping me up. I sit there now, gazing down at this gorgeous face hovering delicately below me, hungry eyes upturned to me as she extends her tongue outwards to graze over my chest, tasting the concoction of oil and salt the shines over the both of us. Greedily she nibbles on my nipple, teeth grazing over the taut nub as her other hand rakes into my flesh. Hungrily I hear her purr as she makes her way down my belly, her hand moving ahead of her and grasping my still raging erection. 

Slippery from the mixture of oil and her own juices on her hand, she strokes me gently, cocking her head to one side to size up her approach to devour me. Hungrily, she slithers her tongue over my cock, up one side, swirling around the swelling head, then back down the other side. Her lips pursed, planting kisses in between licks before giving in to her carnal hunger for it, and opening her mouth wide to engulf me. 

I groan aloud as I watch Kaylee's mouth cover my shaft, my cock disappearing into the depths of her throat. Her lips close around the base of me and I feel her tongue press into the underside of me. Her head twists, and begins to move upwards, releasing my now dripping cock to the cool dark air. I lean back onto my elbows as she moves close to me, her arms resting atop my thighs with her hands pressed against the base of my cock, her fingers forming a diamond around it holding it still while her head now bobs up and down on my shaft, using her own motion to fuck her pretty little mouth. Over and over she slides her lips up my shaft, dragging her tongue over the length of me, releasing me at the head with an audible pop. She begins to stroke my drenched cock with a tender hand as she locks her gaze to me, licking her lips as she begins to tell me how my cock tastes just as she imagined it would. I groan in response as I try desperately to keep my eyes open to watch her tug at my cock.


Therapy



Hungrily she takes me deep once more, burying my cock in her throat as she twists her head on I, letting my cock fill every inch of her mouth. Faster and faster she fucks her mouth with my cock, her hands reaching under me to cradle and caress my balls, rolling them in between her wet fingers. I start to groan louder, cocking my head back wondering if she is going to take me over the edge with her mouth. She releases my cock hard once more and jerks me off fast for a bit before letting out a feral groan and climbs up my body, her grip never really releasing my cock.

Kaylee stares at me through dark locks, falling in front her face like a wicked veil, her mouth open, saliva dripping down the sides of her lips as she lunges forward to kiss me once more. Her body bent over me as we lock lips, our tongues dancing amidst the sea of liquids between us. I slide off of the table, feeling my cock spring free as it leaves her grasp as I spin around behind her, pressing my body into her back, her body arching as my cock presses into her ass, and my arms embrace her from behind. I reach for the oil on the table and manage to drip it into my hand, then proceeding to run it up her back, over her ass, around the front to her breasts. I coat my shaft with the slippery liquid as I push her down, bent over the edge of the table. She squeals as the force of my legs kicks her own legs apart, and her beautiful love hole is exposed to me once more.

Her arms spread out on the table as her head turns to one side, doing her best to try and watch what is about to happen to her. She feels the head of my cock near her pussy and she reaches under her to feel for my cock. I let it dangle beneath her, letting her hands find it and guide my head to her hole. Still very slippery from her orgasm, I slide right into her, greeted with a pulse of her pussy muscles and a sweet sigh of pleasure from her lips. With my cock buried deep inside her, I lean down and slide my tongue up Kaylee's tension free back. Running my fingers through her hair and lifting her head to kiss her. Then I begin the motion, and watch the look of pleasure wash over her face.

Slowly I buck my hips, bending my knees slightly to thrust my cock up into her pussy. Each withdrawal I watch my cock grow wetter from her, each thrust into her going deeper than the last. Faster and faster I fuck her, letting my nails trail up and down her back, the gripping at her ass cheeks as I continue to ream her from behind. 

"Yes baby, faster. Fuck me faster, harder baby. Yes." Kaylee moans to me, loving the way she is being used. Urging me on to fuck her more, I reach forward and grasp her hair, pulling her head back as I continue riding her. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh sounds through the room against the background noise of trickling water. I can feel my orgasm building quickly, balls tensing up, and cock throbbing inside of her. I quicken my pace, thrusting harder and faster into her, asking her if she is ready, asking her if she wants it.

"Yes baby, I want it." She replies with sincerity. 

I lean forward, cradling her in my arms as my hips continue its frantic motion. Faster and faster, deeper with each thrust until I feel the distinct tingle inside me, shockwaves throughout my entire body. I groan loudly, and feel my body go rigid just as Kaylee's body begins to shudder that familiar quake of pleasure. Swiftly I pull out of her, quickly spanking her tight little ass to turn around. And she does, very swiftly spin around and drop to her knees, her hands going instinctively to her pussy to keep her orgasm flowing. Her head leans in and she wraps her pouty lips around my cock as she strokes it fiercely with her free hand. Grunting hungrily as she slurps at my cock, her body still trembling as her climax is still going strong. Hastily she releases me, her hands going to my quivering balls as I replace her hands with my own and proceed to feed her.

With a violent explosion, my cock erupts into her gaping mouth, sending wave after wave of thick white streams into her mouth. Splashing on her chin, and dripping down her body, she laps at my head with her tongue, catching what she can of me inside her. My body trembles as I fight to stay on my feet, watching her hungrily clean my cock of any stray drips of cum. I watch in awe at how insatiable this vixen is, and can do nothing but smile at her as she smiles up at me with an all but satisfied grin. 

I sink to my knees, nestling against her on the cold marbled floor, kissing her gently as I taste the rich mixture of fluids in her mouth. I thank her, as she does me, and I tell her to take her time in getting cleaned up with the towels in the changing room, and not to worry about the mess on the floor. Kaylee nods to me in an exhausted manner, and tells me to not keep her friend waiting for her session. I then ask her, "I she anything like you?" with a wry grin.

"Very much so." She replies. And I respond with a wicked grin. I proceed to tell her where the Mud Wrap room is, and that she is free to come and sit in on her session if she'd like. A very naughty grin gives me all the answer I need as I stand up to clothe myself, wipe my face with a towel and head for the door.

The Body Wrap room is a soothing tone of sage, with the same music and tricking water easing the auditory senses into a state of relaxation. Inside this room is where I find Sara sitting atop a chair reading a magazine. She looks up to me and greets me with a smile, and proceeds to stand as we introduce ourselves to one another. I apologize for the wait, and proceed to ask her if she has ever done this before while assuring her that every body wrap experience is different, and this would be no exception. 

I proceed to tell her to let any and all inhibitions go, that I am there to help her relax, and should she at anytime feel uncomfortable, that she tell me and I will get her another relaxation therapist. She assures me she will be fine, and that she is actually glad that I am the one helping her. 

"How is that?" I ask her, curious as to what she meant.

"I saw you in the hallway earlier, and for some reason, just hoped it would be you." Sara responds with a little smile.

"In that case, I will do my best to live up to the expectation." I answer, as I offer her my hands to lead her to the tub.

I instruct her that from this point on, she will need to disrobe, and she will need to lather her front side with the mud inside the tub, and I will do her backside. Without hesitation, she proceeds to undo her robe, letting it fall off her shoulders seductively. As I watch the robe fall, revealing more of her beautiful body to me, I see her head turn, as if to see how hard I am staring at her. If she only knew that the staring was not the only hard thing I was doing. 

I guide her down into the tub to let her begin using the mud. I watch from behind her as she dips her hands into the pool gathering up a handful and letting it fall onto her body. I can only imagine what she looks like from the front, but if it is anything like what I see from behind, she is as gorgeous as Kaylee made her out to be. 

"Don't be afraid to get dirty Sara, that is what this is all about." I assure her, as I watch her turn her head to me to pass me a naughty smile. I then watch her as she dips her hands deeper into the pool to get even dirtier. I smile in approval as I move closer behind her to begin coating her back. 

I sit at the edge of the pool and dip my hands into the mud, bringing up a big glob as I tell her that I am gong to begin. She nods in agreement as she continues to lather her front. I look her up and down as I let the mud fall on her back, her long brown hair tied up in a neat little bun at the top of her head, exposing the nape of her neck completely and all that is below it. I feel her body tremble slightly as my hands begin to work the mud into her back, but she quickly eases into the feel of my hands upon her. I massage the mud into her shoulders, letting her body melt to my touch, caressing my hands up and down her backside, stopping only to gather more mud for her skin. I watch her head roll from side to side, and her hands seem to be focused on one area of her front. I do my best to pay no attention, but am rather amazed that given what I had just gone through, my state of arousal was so high.

After a few minutes of coating, Sara was now ready for the wrap. I instruct her to make her way to a table situated at the edge of the pool. On this table is a sheet of plastic, which I will proceed to wrap her in. I watch as she climbs up and lays herself out on the table, waiting until she is comfortable in her position before moving in to wrap her up. She signals me with a glance and a smile when she is ready and I make my way to her. 

I run my eyes over her body, covered in slick mud and laid out nicely on the sheer plastic sheet. I joke to her that this is like wrapping up a sandwich in saran wrap, and she slides on the plastic a bit as she giggles. I fold one edge of the plastic sheet over her body, and tuck it in under her starting from her head to her toes. I feel her body squirm a bit as my fingers tuck the plastic under her breasts, but she does not seem apprehensive. I ask her how she is doing and she replies that she is fine. 

Soon, I proceed to fold the other edge of the plastic over her, and soon have her wrapped neatly in a thin film of plastic. I go for the blanket that wraps over her film of plastic, and start to tuck it under her to wrap her and turn her over when she stops me. She tells me the blanket is not necessary, and to turn her over anyway. A curious request indeed, but I am to please my clients and proceed to indulge her. Gently I roll her over onto her back, my eyes reluctantly scanning down her firm body pressed tightly into the film of plastic.

Sara smiles at me, as I gaze down at her. "Like the view?" She asks, and I nod in approval. 

"How much would it be if you threw in a massage right now Jay?" She asks.

"You're laying the wrong way my dear." I answer.

"No I'm not." She answers back. 

Intrigued, I simply say that I will do this for free, if it is what she really wants, and it is as I can tell by the glinting in her eyes. I walk to the tables to the side of the room and fetch a bottle of coconut oil and work it into my hands on the way back. Placing the bottle beside her head, I let the aroma work into her senses. I watch her eyes close, and I place my hands on her shoulders, kneading my fingers into each deltoid slowly, and further inward to her collar bone. I explain that it is not normal for me to massage the front of a woman, let alone one in the middle of a body wrap, but she does not seem to mind, not mention being exposed to me in such a way. 

Gently my hands make their way down her body, letting my fingers trail lightly over the curves of the sides of her breasts. Her eyes close, and a grin breaks her lips. As I work my fingers gently into the curves of her abdomen, I mention what a girl Kaylee is, and ask how long she has known her.

"Such a hottie isn't she?" Sara replies. 

Curiously, I ask her if she is more than just a friend, to which she replies no, but not yet anyway. That was enough to get me going once more, as well as wondering if she knew what just went on between her friend and me. I smile down at her as I knead my fingers into her thighs now, when I am stopped by a rather stimulating comment.

"Aww baby, you're skipping the best parts." Sara purrs to me.

"Is that so? So you want a full frontal massage do you?" I ask, to which she replies with a smile and a nod.

I rub my hands together and size her body up before me, wondering how she must feel confined in the wrap and not able to use her hands, completely at my mercy, yet shielded from me by a thin film of plastic. Shrouded in her cocoon of plastic, she watches as my hands come down onto her body, starting at the top, I press my hands into her at the top of her chest, kneading my hands downwards over her breasts. I watch as her eyes close, and her tongue runs over her lips. I work my finger around each covered globe, and run each finger over her nipples gently, watching intently as her excitement grows to a taut little perk beneath the plastic.

The bulge in my sweatpants grows to a peak once again, and from my previous encounter, I do not make an attempt to hide it. I lean down towards Sara, my face hovering dangerously close to her exposed neck, as I trail my tongue out to just barely graze her skin. My hands maintaining a steady circular massage over her firmly wrapped breasts. I feel her body begin to squirm, writhing in captive delight as my hands works the tension out of her body. Harder I press my fingers into her, watching as the mud begins to part from the areas my hands draw focus to, my eyes darting back and forth from her body to her own eyes, clenched in pleasure as my fingers tantalize her into soft moans. 

My hands begin to wander now, further down her cocooned body. The tips of my fingers pressing lightly into her taut belly. I climb atop the table, giving her a peek at the stretched cotton of my sweatpants for the first time. I notice a glint in her eye as she lifts her head to watch me straddle her, dragging my fingers down over her breasts once more, over her stomach, my eyes following my fingers to watch her body react to my touch. I smile as her stomach caves a bit as my fingers trace lightly around her belly button, then progressing down over her mud covered crotch. 

With Sara's legs held together by her wrap, I am limited as to the pleasure I can give her, so I am left to tease her, tempt her with my fingers as I trace light circles over her crotch with my fingertips. I watch as her body writhes beneath me, her hands struggling to find an angle to touch herself. My hands hold hers still as I dip my head down, letting my tongue drag over the plastic, allowing her to watch me pretend to lather her pussy with my tongue. I let the saliva drip from my tongue to form a pool directly over the spot where her legs meet, watching and listening as she squirms and sighs as I lick the pool of saliva up as if it were her own flowing nectars. Her legs begin to churn now, signaling me that the juices are indeed flowing. 

My hands massage her thighs as I continue to pretend to eat her. Her body writhes in motion as I succumbing to her confines. My hands rub her up her thighs, up her belly, and then back to her breasts, teasing each nipple before sliding one hand up her neck to her lips. Pursed in a perfect circle, her lips open up to my slick finger, taking it in and suckling it gently as I maintain steady pressure on her crotch with my mouth. She takes in the tropical taste of the oil on my finger as she muffles her groans against my firm digit inside her mouth. 

"Let me out Jay." She whimpers as I raise my body up to remove my tank top. 

"But it hasn't been thirty minutes yet my dear." I teasingly reply.

Her body squirms harder in protest, as I grin down wickedly at her feeble attempts to free herself. I climb off the table and circle around to the head of it, her eyes following me closely as I stand to her left side. I grasp the sheet beneath her and drag her closer to the edge as my free hand grips the waistband of my pants and pulls them taut against my body, pressing my erection against the soft material, and showing just how aroused I am. Her mouth opens, and strains to reach me. I watch as Sara forces her tongue out to feel with it, the only real appendage she has free. I smile down at her, as the frustration and tension in her movements builds. Finally, I rest a hand behind her head, and pull her gently to me, allowing my straining cock to press against her outstretched tongue. She moans in relief as she laps and munches softly at my sheathed erection. 

"I knew she wouldn't take to being teased well Jay." A soft voice whispers from behind as Kaylee makes her way around me. 

I turn to smile at her as she looks at her friend in pleasured despair on the table before us. 

"Maybe it's time we let her out to play with us. What do you think?" She purrs, running her hands over her friend's plastic coated body. 

I nod in agreement, as does Sara. Reaching for a small scissors beneath the table, I go to cut the bottom of her plastic prison from her when Kaylee, stops my hands with hers. Deciding to tease her friend just a bit more, Kaylee opens her own robe to reveal her still shiny body to us, and bends to kneel before me, tugging at the waistband of my pants to let my erection fall to her face. Sara watches in delight as the toy she longed to play with is finally revealed to her. Her eyes widen and glow with a desire much like her friend's as she watches Kaylee take my cock in her lips once more, using her tongue to coax it deeper down into her throat. We turn out glance to the beauty on the table to take in her reactions, and smile as we can tell she is enjoying the show in a bittersweet trance. 

Kaylee's head rocks back and forth on me, as my hips start to rock in unison into her face. Her head begins to twist, letting her lips wrap tightly around me as she works her head off of my cock, saliva trailing down her lips and falling to her chest as she releases me, wiping her chin clean of the mixture of precum and spit. She crawls a few inches to the table, letting her lips hover precariously close to her friend's. I watch as they kiss slightly, lips smacking gently as they whisper to one another, heads nodding and shaking. I run my hand through Kaylee's hair as she stands from the table, her nails raking across my chest as she passes me, picking up the scissors, and cutting her friend's confines from between her feet. I watch as Sara spreads her legs, tearing the plastic upwards and freeing herself from her restrictions, her hands, once free, moving quickly to her neglected pussy. 

Kaylee runs her hands over Sara's still muddied body, trailing her nails up her figure, and teasingly lifting off of her near her breasts. She trails a dirty finger over my own chest and pouts as the mud drips lightly onto her own body. "Looks like we ALL need to get cleaned up now don't we?" She whispers.

I nod in agreement as I lead her by the hand, as she takes Sara in her free hand and helps her off of the table. I look back as I walk them across the room, Sara's hands tenderly exploring her friend's body from behind as we cross through a sliding door into the shower room. A large taupe colored room with a large circular shower adorning the middle. Glass walls encompass the shallow tiled tub, with four nozzles on each end protruding out in shiny gold. The two friends stand in one another's arms as I open one door, and enter to run the water, two hot, and two cool. Steam begins to fill the circle as I emerge through the cloud of mist and lead my two beauties into the shower.

The water runs brown immediately as we enter the streams, and the color of milky flesh is quickly returned to us all. The steam tickles my senses as I let a cool stream of water run down my back, I sit entranced as I watch these two lovely vixens bathe each other clean with eager hands. It seems to me, just by watching that these two women have not yet been with one another in this intimate a moment, but both seem to be warming up to the occasion very nicely. 

Kaylee allows her hands to explore the curves of her girlfriend's body with a tender curiosity, letting her fingers traverse every inch of Sara's now unsoiled body. Kaylee focuses on her woman with intent desire as her eyes stare transfixed into Sara's, all the while her hands running up the sides of her body, stopping briefly as her fingers encircles a perfectly rounded breast. My excitement having never diminished builds to a boil once more, as the cool water no longer feels frigid as it trickles down my back. I let a hand unconsciously drift to my erection as I watch these two women confess their desire for one another. 




Therapy



Slowly I stroke myself as I watch Kaylee let her tongue dance over her partner's skin, tasting the freshness of newly opened pores, and silky clean flesh. Her nails scrape down Sara's back as her mouth engulf an eager nipple, letting her tongue dance over it in an elegant flutter. I sit back against the glass wall opposite them as I reach for a bottle of body wash, and groan slightly as the drizzle of it slides down my chest. 

I work the soap into my skin as I watch in delight at the sight before me, letting my fingers mimic the action of Kaylee's tongue on her lover's body, heightening the already intense desire within me. I stare as I watch one hand disappear between Sara's long golden legs, as her knees bend slightly, and spread to accommodate her pleasing. Her head kicks back, and the stream of water runs through her hair, and down her back as Kaylee's hand goes to work on her, slow and precise movements up and down, leaving little to my imagination as I watch them connect in a Sapphic bond. 

Kaylee looks up at her lover's face, plastered with a look of pleasure, as she mouths words inaudible to me, her hand continuing to please her. Snapping occasional glances to me as she continues to talk to her, feeding her thoughts and ideas as this lesson of pleasure goes on. My eyes dart back and forth from Kaylee's lips to Sara's face, looking for some kind of inkling to the tale. A tale which becomes apparent to me very shortly. My hand on my cock slows, as Kaylee withdraws her hand, licking each digit clean one by one, as a glassy eyed Sara saunters her way towards me with an animalistic hunger in her gaze and a feral determination in her stride. Kaylee follows close behind her with an equally hungry look blazing in her beautiful stare, as I brace myself for what is about to transpire.

I lay back on the tiles, resting on each elbow to keep myself propped up to watch as both women slide up against each leg, hands extending forth to slither up my thigh. I stare down my body at the gorgeous faces on either side of my cock standing at attention, my body trembling with anticipation of having two sets of lips dueling for my cock. I smile down at each of them and roll my neck back to stretch out the eagerness within me. The cool water trickling down my body soon feels like a boiling cauldron being poured over me as one pair of lips plants kisses on my shaft. The other set of lips follows suit soon after, leaving soft wet spots on the opposite side. Two hands on my balls caress them gently as long, slow licks traverse my cock in alternating directions, one up, and one down. 

Kaylee snakes her hand up my body to rake her nails into my chest, watching my body and face react as her tongue swirls around my head, letting her saliva drizzle down the length of me for Sara to catch in her hungry lips. Then they begin, taking turns mouthing my cock, swallowing the shaft into their greedy throats. I watch in delight as on head bobs up and down on me in an erotic rhythm, while the other lowers to cradle my balls in a delicate mouth. These two vixens trade off my cock like this for what seems like an eternity before Kaylee slides her body down into the shallow pool of water at her feet, and slips herself under her lover's body. I watch as her hands slither up Sara's body and caress her gingerly, fueling Sara's hunger for the feast already in her mouth. Her body buckles soon after, and I know that Kaylee's tongue has reached its goal.

Sara's body begins to rock to an unheard rhythm, her hips gyrating her body into a sensual dance of pleasure, causing her head to sway on me delightfully. I run a hand down to rest on her head as she continues to devour my cock, following the motion of her blow. My hips start to grind up into her face, letting my cock swirl about in her mouth as she holds me in there deep. Muffled groans, barely audible over the fall of the water around us, but felt from the head of my cock to my toes as I try to envision the sight of Kaylee's tongue delving deep inside her lover's box. My cock begins to throb hard, being pressed between her tongue and her lips, as her moans become stronger, her body beginning to shudder as her hands press down hard into my thighs. I lower my hips, letting my cock slip out from her lips, wanting to hear the deft cry of ecstasy from her, as her first, and long overdue climax washes through her body.

I watch as Sara's trembling body slows to a heaving breath, and Kaylee slithers out from under her, cleaning her chin as she rises and sliding up her girlfriend's backside, hands snaking around her front and planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck. I watch as Sara turns to greet her pleaser, kissing her softly as her hands finally release her concrete grip on my cock. They exchange soft whispers, tender glances and little giggles before realizing once more that there is another toy to be played with still. 

Kaylee crawls up the edge of the shower, straddling her body over me once more, her hands coming to rest on my chest as her pelvis rises and lowers onto me, letting her wetness be felt despite the water that surrounds us. Her head thrashes to one side, flipping her drenched locks over her head as she drops lower still, letting my head prod into her slightly. Her eyes shut and mouth drops open as I slide inside, the familiar snug fit, moist with her insatiable desire. Her nails dig into my pecs as she begins to ride me with a slow grinding motion, letting my cock swirl inside her as she rests atop me. Slow grinding that soon gives way to the rise and fall of her hips, lifting up with a slow and eager anticipation leading to the impaling drop that buries that cock deep inside her. Over and over she repeats this routine as my hands hold her sides, and my hips begin to rock in time with her.

Sara slinks around her, letting her hands run over her body, capturing a bouncing breast in her mouth to suckle as her new lover rides away on that cock. Hands intertwine briefly before falling atop my body, crawling over my chest and up to my face. I suckle gently on the finger offered to me before watching as this second beauty hovers up above me and plants her pussy atop my face. My world goes dark, and everything is left to my imagination. The taste of pussy fills my mouth once more, a different taste, yet equally as sweet. The sensations drive me wild, numb with desire, yet flowing with pleasure as one pussy devours my cock with reckless abandon, and another planted on my mouth, allowing my tongue to explore it. A symphony of cries can be heard through the falling water, mixed nicely with the sounds of flesh slapping lightly against wet tiles. 

I feel Kaylee's body begin to buck in that familiar rhythm of climax. Sara's body seems to weigh heavier on my face as I sense that Kaylee's hands brace atop her as her orgasm surges through her. I drive my tongue deep up into Sara, trying to sync her orgasm with her lover's, and it follow suit soon after. Two heavenly bodies dancing an erotic waltz of ecstasy with my body as the dance floor. My hands reach blindly up to feel the trembling bodies as they fight to regain composure albeit reluctantly. I feel my cock slip free and the cool water splash on it as Kaylee slides off of me. Sara climbs off as well and crawls to her lover to cuddle her close and share their climactic experience with each other. Soft kisses exchanged mixed with tender caresses. I grasp myself and stroke slowly as I sit up, and await the next move.

And the next move comes without thought. I look on the two glistening vixens with eager eyes as Kaylee bends Sara over the edge of the shower ledge I lie on just between my legs. Kaylee runs her fingers through her partner's hair, pulling her long tanned locks over her arched back while nudging her legs apart with her own. Sara stares at me with a needing look, as Kaylee motions to me with a crook of her slender finger to stand beside her. I oblige without thought, sliding off the tile and moving around behind Sara's body. I stand there next to Kaylee, water cascading down around us like a serene tropical waterfall, pooling at our feet, gazing down at the perfectly round behind wiggling before me, beckoning me within.

Kaylee runs her hands over my shoulders, returning the massage that I offered her just moments ago, prepping me for the task before me as a trainer would do for a prizefighter. Whispering in my ear, she coaches me as to how this pretty woman would like to be fucked, tender at first, then crescendo the rhythm to a frantic ride. I look to see Sara nodding in agreement, as her back arches further, jutting her luscious ass cheeks out to me, dipping her legs down to offer me a prime view of her glistening sex. I reach out to touch it, running my fingers over her perfectly sculpted cheeks, watching as her eyes shut, and her teeth sink into her lower lip as I caress the cheeks one by one. Nodding in understanding, I take my stiff member in hand, and guide it inward.

The soft cry as I enter her bounces off of the glass walls encircling us. Kaylee kneels down to watch as my cock slides in and out of her girlfriend's pussy with slick ease. Slow and rhythmically I pump my cock into her, as each thrust back in sends waves of delight through both our bodies. I watch as Sara's head falls forward, her dark tresses falling into her face as her eyes roll back into her head as her cries of pleasure intensifies. The motion of her body begins to tell me she is falling deeper into the pit of ecstasy as she begins to ride me back. She rocks her body back into mine just as my thrust forward reaches its peak, causing myself to impale her pussy with my rod, deeper and deeper each time. Her hand reaches up and clear her hair from her face as she turns back to try and watch herself get fucked by me, and to watch her lover on the floor with her eyes fixed to the cock ramming her friend from behind, with her own hands occupied within her own pussy.

Kaylee sits on the floor beside us bathed in a pool of warm water as her fingers delve deep into herself. Her eyes focused hard on my cock sliding in and out of this luscious pussy. She drives her fingers into her in sync with my thrusts, sliding her body on the floor to mimic the bucking motion of Sara's body as well. She urges us on with her words, telling us how sexy it is to watch to people fuck like this, how she wants to watch us cum, and for us to watch her cum with us. Dirty talk, words of unbridled lust pours from her lips as she fucks herself to another small orgasm, her eyes glassy with lust, yet never wavering from the show before her. Her monologue turns to pure moans and cries, as Sara's words take over, as she begins to tell us both how the cock inside her has her ready to explode, and how she wants me to feel it, and Kaylee to watch it. I listen in pure delight as these two women exchange words of pleasure, much to my satisfaction, as well as their own.

Kaylee rocks herself with two fingers deep up in her, her orgasm nearing with every snap of her wrist, Sara also nearing that height as well as I feel her body begin to tighten. Her grip as she reaches behind her clenches my hair, my tongue pressing against the back of her neck as I rock my hips into her faster. Wanting to feel it, wanting to hear it, I groan at the two women before me urging them to climax in unison for my eyes to feast on. And they do, erupting simultaneously in a shudder of ecstasy. Screaming in unison as wave after erotic wave washes over them, feeling Sara's pussy quiver over me as I watch these two lovelies writhe in pleasure. 

I fuck that pussy until the trembling in her thighs slows to a soft shake and watch as Sara slides to her knees down beside Kaylee. The two embrace, and exchange licks of tire before Kaylee reaches out to me. I slide over on my knees, sliding my hands down both slick bodies as I snuggle close, my cock drifting into a trembling hand. Starting to stroke me slowly, I kiss Kaylee as her hand seeks to explode me. I rise to my feet, her solitary hand never leaving me as she is now joined by two more curious hands. Looking down at the beautiful sight of four lovely hands massaging me, with two hungry mouths waiting to be fed, I rock my hips, fucking the hands before me. 

One hand drifts up my body and fondles my chest as I work myself to the edge of desire, waiting for a hand to pull me over it. My eyes shut instinctively as I feel a mouth engulf me, warm wetness envelopes me as Kaylee slide her mouth down my shaft, sucking hard on me as she pulls me out. A second set of lips cradles my balls as nails dig into my thighs. The sound of the water louder now as my awareness has dwindled, feeling nothing but the impending pleasure surge through me. I fight my eyes to open as my climax hits, watching as thick waves of white splash down onto two pretty pink tongues, hungrily lashing out for it. Nails digging into my back and thighs breaks through the shivering in my body as I groan with each pulsing shot out of my cock. Bathed in licks as a slender hand milks me, my body begins to slow, head floating back down to earth, and my blurry vision returning to clarity. 

I sink to my knees, nestling close to Kaylee as I watch them clean the cum off of each others face and breasts gently. Hands caressing over each other as we look to recover for a more minutes before leaving the water. 

After toweling dry in separate rooms, I meet my clients in the hallway to thank them and check if they want to schedule their next therapy session, a question that is met with giggles. Kaylee and Sara stand there with fingers clasped as I offer them my card with a hug and a peck on the cheeks, my address scrawled on the back of it with a note that says "For Home Sessions..."



Therapy



It was just another day at the office for me. One appointment ran into another and, considering my line of work, was a fairly normal day for me. Of course when your specialty is sexual dysfunction, neuroses and surrogacy "normal" is a very relative term.

My first appointment for the day was a woman with intimacy issues. Heather, who should have had no problem getting a man and keeping him interested in her, just couldn't seem to keep any boyfriend for long. She was definitely my type if I could only interest her in some woman to woman loving.

As this was Heather's first appointment I spent most of my time putting her at ease and trying to convince her to open up to me (preferably those gorgeous, toned, long black legs I wanted to dive between). Eventually, right before the end of our session as it turned out, she was able to tell me of how she hated her frigidity but how she seemed destined to remain that way. It seems, according to her, that it ran in the family.

Session one with Heather over I made my notes, got organized and ready for my next session. For everything that Heather was, Mr. Lawrence Glasscock was not. She was tall, for a woman, but a shrimp next to his 6' 6" frame. He was browned from tanning, her tan was definitely all natural, his accent was pure upper crust British and hers was down home Southern Alabama redneck. They were the equal but opposites of each other—one's yin to the other's yang. Oh, and one last thing, whereas she was frigid his problem was satyriasis. But they were perfect for the plan already percolating in the back of my kinky mind.

What could possibly be better than putting these two together to see if she manages to tone his desires down or if he turned her into a nymphomanical slut? The idea began percolating in my mind as to how to accomplish the goal I had in mind. I assure you; I had no plans to change him.

During the next session with each of my clients I worked slowly on learning more about their desires, their needs, their issues and their dating/marriage statuses. In this case Mr. Glasscock's appointment turned out to be first as he had to arrange his appointment before he left for an extended business trip.

"Well, Mr. Glasscock," I began.

"Please, Larry, Lawrence if you must, but not Mr. Glasscock—that is my father, not me," he corrected me.

"Ok, Larry, please tell me exactly what type of impact your 'condition' has had on you," I inquired. 

His story was typical. As a small boy he'd had the usual fascination with his body parts, as he grew into a young man he masturbated rather frequently albeit in some unusual locations and at irregular or improper times, when he entered the dating scene he was drawn to women of split personalities, so to speak, as he liked women who were prim and proper on the outside, slutty, whorish and kinky on the inside. The cycle kept growing at an ever increasing rate until he finally came to me for help after finding himself covered in wet and drying cum, naked with his pants around his ankles and a vibrating anal plug in his ass, passed out in a video booth at the local adult bookstore.

Like I said, it was a typical story, the typical downward spiral of sex and degradation in the life of a male with satyriasis. Now, for those who have never heard of it, satyriasis is the male equivalent of nymphomania in a woman. And, no, it is not a redundancy. The condition, something most people have never heard of, is one that is as tough or tougher to kick than most addictions—but then who truly is healthy and doesn't like sex in some way?

His description of the first time he backed his ass up to a glory hold and was rammed savagely by a large cocked black man was so thorough it even made me blush a bit. When he told me of how, even though he is straight, he has sucked cocks as well as been fucked by them just to satisfy his urges—if even only for a few moments—I knew he was a serious case.

Now I must admit I am a bit unorthodox in my approach to sex therapy. My Glasscock about fainted when the first thing I asked him to do at one session was to remove his clothes! Let's face it this is not exactly "normal" procedures, but I did it for two main reasons: 1) To see if his reaction was normal or abnormal to a sexually charged situation and 2) Simply to get a better idea if he had the right equipment to pleasure a man or woman (though I was praying I'd get a chance to have him pleasure me after seeing his rapidly hardening cock).

To his credit, not to mention my pleasure, he stripped down to nothing in no time flat. This simple act told me a lot about him. For example, it told me that he wasn't modest, that he possibly had an exhibitionistic streak in him, that he sunbathed nude and that he was my favorite type of male—very well hung!!

Admittedly it was tough to sit there and act professionally when what I really wanted to do was put on my leash and collar, hand them to him and go to my knees awaiting his every command. I put on my most professional face however and did my job. Each question I asked him I had my own built-in lie detector that I used to see what he was really turned on by.

"What was the lie detector," you may ask. Why his turgid member of course. You see even though he may have been casual about removing his clothes there was not going to be anything casual about the questions I was going to ask him. I started by asking him questions I used as a baseline to determine what was true and false. Is Lawrence Glasscock your name? Have you ever swum at the North Pole? I make them say yes to both questions—noone actually does both so it is an automatic lie on one of them. All the while I am asking the questions I am watching his cock to see how it moves in response to them. As large as he is it is tough to miss his responses. Making him lie though causes his cock to bounce—perhaps I should make him have to lie often.

"Well, Mr., ummmm, Larry," I started, "let's start with some simple questions."

"Ok," he replied.

"How often do you dream of sex," I began.

"Do you mean while I am asleep or awake," he answered.

"So then all the time would be an appropriate answer," I queried.

"Most definitely,' his sheepish reply.

"And what do you dream about exactly," I inquired, "and please be as specific as possible." 

"Well," he stated, "let me use last week's session as an example."

I nodded.

"You were wearing a nice conservative length skirt, a brilliant white top with black choker that covered you well, nice shoes with a modest heel to them and you know what I thought?" I knew what was coming but answered negatively anyway.

"I thought about how I'd like to see you in something with d-rings instead of that choker," he said.

"Continue," I said, "Tell me why d-rings. What was I doing in your fantasy/daydream?"

"You were on your knees, dressed in rather sparse leather bondage attire sucking my cock," he said confidently as if he knew it was what I wanted. And he wasn't wrong! I could feel the blood pulsing as my pussy engorged at the thought of it.

He was behind me without me even realizing he'd moved. Damn, I was daydreaming myself. I will have to be more careful in the future.

"You like that idea don't you," he said, "You don't need to answer that I can tell by the flush of your cheeks, by the way you fidgeting and moving uncomfortably, by the mere smell of your arousal wafting through the air that you do dear."

He was too damn good. I could almost hear him in my thoughts. It was as if he was reading my mind—though no one can actually do that.

"Why don't you come here and show me how good a little slut you really are and get on your knees. You can give me that sloppy blowjob you've been dying to give me slut!"

Kneeling somehow wanted to come automatically but I forced myself not to respond by doing just that. I said, "As much fun as that would be, until your therapy is over I can not do that." His expression was priceless when he realized that he had indeed hit upon my weakness—I love to be controlled by very forceful men and women, to submit, to be humiliated and debased for others pleasure. My therapist, yes therapists are required to have therapists of their own, knows this and somehow he doesn't judge me harshly.

Larry had definitely gotten my attention, when his therapy is over I am going to fuck and suck him to heaven, but first I had to get him involved in my plans for Ms. Prissy, Heather. Somehow I thought this just became easier. Alas, I was only partially right.

As our appointment ended I said to Larry, "Larry, as you leave you will see a lovely lady in the waiting room. Without letting her know look at her carefully, I think you may be able to help her more than I can."

"How," he answered quickly.

"Through you expertise in areas she has next to none in," I said. "Just go to the bathroom on the way out, wait until you hear two doors close. One will be my secretary running a sudden errand; the second will be my patient going into my office as I come out. I will then come get you and explain what you can do."

Perplexed, Larry left my office but I obviously intrigued him enough for him to do as I said. I showed up in the bathroom and explained what I needed. Thankfully he did not pass out when I told him I wanted him to make her more like him. Just before I let him out the door I stroked his member through his pants to let him know how serious I was, I could lost my license for telling about one patient to another. He now had me over a barrel for that and sexual misconduct for stroking his cock if I was wrong.

Purposely I strode back into my office and began my session with Heather. Amazingly she opened up easier today. At first we spoke of how she grew up, how strict her Bible belt parents were, how she didn't even date until she was 17. Sex, it seemed, was something never even discussed in her house except as something that directly led to the fires of Hell itself.

It is no surprise under those circumstances that Heather was a sexually stunted, sexually frustrated girl with no outlet for expression. Her friends must have seemed quite different to her, quite free sexually and, perhaps, morally. With her family stifling her and her friends encouraging her, it is no shock that she was tempted to rebel, but, alas, to her detriment family won out in this case and her repression turned into frigidity. Her frigidity, her desire not to have sex except to have kids once she was married, effectively killed numerous relationships.

Two people as opposite as can be were Heather and Larry, yet they both seemed to be the best way to cure each other. I could not wait to introduce them somehow to each other. The real question was how to do it. For obvious reasons I could not do it here, the least of which was I wanted to join them. 

Session after session past with me learning more and more until I came upon a way to get them together. Why I didn't think of it earlier I don't know but it is definitely time to put my plan into action.

After learning that both had a love of pool, billiards, and a desire to either learn or were very skilled at it I set up to take lessons with one and invited the other to join me. When we, Larry and I, showed up at Heather's house together to start our lessons I could practically feel the wetness between her legs as she saw him.

Heather had obviously seen him in my office before and judging by her reaction to him being there, was indeed in lust with him. Very surreptitiously I watched as her eyes seemed to acquire that dreamy, satisfied look that people refer to as "bedroom eyes," though somehow I think, if she knew she could, he probably would barely make it past the front door.

"So, Heather, are you going to let us in or just fuck my companion with your eyes?"

"Huh," she stammered as she blushed deeply red.

"My dear I've been talking for several minutes now but I don't think you've heard a single word," I stated.

"Oh," she said, "by all means please come in."

Why did I think she actually meant, "Please cum in ME"?

As Larry and I entered the house the heat, though already 100 degrees out today, seemed to rise even more. Heather's gazing again at Larry continued unabated until he began to feel uncomfortable, imagine that, a satyr uncomfortable with a look of lust, with it and started squirming like a worm on a hook.

"Heather," I started, "why don't you two just get down to business and get naked!"

Both of their jaws dropped open in unison.

"Don't act so surprised Heather," I said, "You've practically started dripping your cum on the floor since we walked in the door. Hell, both he and I would have to be dead to miss the divine scent of your arousal."

He grinned.

"What are you grinning at Larry?" I chided him. "You've had a major erection since I mentioned who the pool teacher would be. It has been a major challenge to not jump your bones or, at the very least, jack you off while we drove here."

His grin widened as she outright leered at him as well as I.

"Ok," I intoned, "now that you I did not get you together to play pool I may as well tell you the rest. And, just so you know, I can get in big trouble for doing this. I decided to get the two of you together for a few reasons. 1) Medically speaking you are as near exact opposites as two people can get. Heather's frigid Larry, Larry is affected with satyriasis, male nymphomania Heather. I figured if I put the two of you together that perhaps you could help cure each other. My intention is that Larry can help you Heather by teaching you to enjoy sex. And Heather, you can teach Larry that moderation can be better than having it all the time.

As Larry reached for Heather they closed the gap between them as if they were magnetized. He pulled her deep into his strong arms and kissed her passionately, deeply, fervently without hesitation. His tall, lanky frame loomed over hers by about a foot but, luckily for both of them; it put her closer to where she wanted to be in the first place—face to face with his hard cock.

It seemed it only took the right man to inflame her lusts buried deep in her loins as she went to her knees mindless of the fact that I was still there in the room with them, nor did she even flinch as I began to massage her extremely large breasts from behind her. Or perhaps it only took the right set of people to inflame those passions, for, before you knew it, she was naked sucking Larry's already hard member and working to bring him off in her mouth while sitting over me as I ate her out.

The wait to see Larry's completely naked body took too long but was definitely worth it because by then there were three naked, temporarily sexually satisfied people who had cum at least 10 times between us. Together the three of us fell asleep in each other's arms with our heads on Larry, who was in the center, and his fingers buried in our dripping wet pussies.

After he finally awoke, to the double blowjob that Heather and I were giving him, we asked, in unison, "So, do you think this therapy should continue with more in-depth probing?"

He simply smiled broadly.



Therapy



Who am I? That would seem a silly question to ask at the beginning of a story, but for me that question is all too important. I used to be a fairly normal guy named Ben, and at 25 I thought I had a good enough job and a normal enough life.

My story really starts several months ago, a day that seemed like any other, like many before it. I was woken up when my girlfriend was getting ready to go to school. She was studying at the local collage for fashion and interior design, and we had met purely by chance. I was taking a night class also dealing with interior design, in order to round out my skills as a construction worker so that I might have more opportunities. We just happened to sit at the same table and we just… clicked. It wasn't long before we moved from dating to getting serious, so it wasn't much of a surprise when she moved in with me.

That being said, we hadn't been talking as much recently due to conflicting schedules, and our relationship had been getting strained. This had been going on for several weeks, but I hadn't realized that she had been thinking about the long-term future of our relationship. I didn't know that she had already started seeing someone else on the side, and was planning on moving in with them. That's why I was so surprised when she called me at work halfway through the day and told me she was dumping me, and would be moved out of my apartment by the time I got home.

Being the hard worker that I prided myself being, I didn't let the bad news stop me from doing my job, though several co-workers at the job site commented that I seemed a bit distant. Arriving home, hoping that the phone call had been some sort of bad joke, I found out that it was the cold, hard truth. All of her clothes, books, photos, and various little things you don't usually notice; all of them were gone. The apartment just seemed so… empty without her presence. Pushing back the sadness and depression that threatened to engulf me, I went about my business, fixing myself dinner, watching a football game, and downing several beers. By the time the game ended, I was pretty wasted, so I just staggered into my bedroom, climbed into bed, and passed out.

The next morning, I woke up with my alarm clock, and turned my head to look at my girlfriend, hoping the previous day had been a bad dream. Seeing nothing, and feeling a splitting headache from the many beers, I realized it was no dream, and briefly considered just staying in bed. Realizing that my life had to go on, and that I couldn't just let it stop, I staggered into the shower. By the time I was done, I was feeling nearly half human. Add that with a couple of cups of coffee and some toast, and I thought that I could just push through.

On my way to work, slowly driving through "rush hour" traffic, I realized how foolish that thought was, as everything along my route seemed to remind me of her. On one side was our favorite restaurant, on another a park where we had a romantic picnic, and then the small movie theater where we had our first real date. Each little thing just dragged me down back into depression. By the time I got to the job site, I was feeling miserable. Seeing me like that, my co-workers badgered me until I told them the story, which just made me feel all the worse, and put me in a foul mood.

I might have been able to finish the day and pull a nearly decent shift out of it, but one last thing pushed me over the edge. One of the other guys measured a piece of wood wrong; maybe a quarter of an inch too long, and I let him have it. Normally this sort of thing I wouldn't have even been upset about, but with the day I was having it was just too much. Then, to make matters worse, the guy had the nerve to say I had measured it wrong, and the cut was then my fault. That was all I could take, and I started beating the life out of the guy. I might have seriously hurt him if some of my other co-workers hadn't head the commotion and broken us up. Even badly outnumbered I tried to keep fighting, swinging blindly at everyone, even including the site foreman.

Once I had been restrained long enough to calm down, the foreman made me tell him the whole story, and even made me apologize to the guy I'd hurt. I even meant it, since it wasn't a big mistake he had made and I had blown it out of proportion. That done, he pulled me aside and told me that I needed to take some time off to get things straightened out, get my life back in order.

He told me that I should see a therapist he knew of, a Dr. Amy Belle, to settle myself and my emotions. He told me that I could take two weeks of paid time off, as long as I saw her at least 4 times for each week. He said that by the time I was done the project would be finished, and we could start something new, with a clean slate and no more hard feelings. He told me that if I needed longer than that he would be happy to authorize me to use of some of my vacation time. After writing down Dr. Belle's address and watching me while I called and set up an appointment, he wished me luck and told me to take it easy over the weekend and make sure to go to my appointment on Monday.

Getting out of the cab in front of Dr. Belles address, a small business building near the suburbs, I nervously walked into the reception area. Asking the receptionist if Dr. Belle was ready for me, I shifted from foot to foot as she asked over the phone system. After receiving a reply, she told me to go on in, Dr. Belle was ready for me.

Walking in, trying to think of what Dr. Belle might look like; I was pleasantly surprised by the room, as well as the person within. The room was large and airy, with brightly polished wooden walls and thick carpet. There were several large windows, which let in lots of light, making the room seem bright and welcoming. There was a desk at one end, with several chairs facing it and one larger one behind it. There were also several thickly upholstered chairs set around the perimeter of the room, as well as the classic psychiatrists couch.

Dr. Belle was a surprise as well. I was expecting a woman in her 40's or even 50's, dressed strictly or at least conservatively. Instead I found a woman in her 20's, maybe a few years older than I was. She was pretty, standing 5' 6", with long blond hair, done up in a loose bun, and a slim body. She was wearing stylish framed glasses and wearing a modern business suit, cut to accentuate her body. She also seemed very open and friendly, wearing the sort of expression on her face that invited trust and friendship.

Walking up to me, she held out her hand and introduced herself, "I am Dr. Amy Belle, but I would prefer it if you called me Amy. I find that going on a first name basis makes people feel less like a patient, and more like friends confiding in one another."

Accepting her hand, I said, "It is a pleasure to meet you Amy, I am Ben. As we discussed on the phone, my girlfriend recently dumped me, suddenly and unexpectedly. It has left me feeling depressed and unsure of myself. I found myself lashing out at people for simple things and I had trouble finding joy in things I usually enjoyed."

Blinking in surprise at my unexpected outburst, I told her, "I'm sorry I just blurted it all out like that, I don't usually do that. I just believe you are someone who I can trust, and from the first moment I saw you I believed that you could help me."

Smiling brightly and taking both of my hands in hers, Amy looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I'm glad you feel that way. I AM here to help you, and I WILL make you better. We will work through this, and I WILL make sure that you are happy again, you have my word." Looking back into her eyes, I found that I couldn't look away. They were the deepest green I had ever seen, bordering on black when I looked so deeply. The longer I looked the deeper I felt I had gone, falling into their depths.

After several minutes of silence, looking into each other's eyes, she told me, "You may not realize it yet, but I have hypnotized you, and your mind is now open to me. You see, I am not a normal woman, not at all. I am from a long line of witches, who have sworn to use our powers for good, that of others and our selves. From the moment we locked eyes, you were a prisoner of my mind. You don't need to fear though, I did give you my word that I will make you happy."

Walking to one of the chairs near the couch, she said, "I want you to lie down, and I want you to go into a trance. Your conscious mind will sleep, and I will talk to your subconscious, where I will ask it questions, and give it instructions. You will not remember anything I ask, or any answer you give. You will also not remember what I have told you about me being a witch, at least for now."

"From now on, until I release you from my control, you will be unable to refuse a command I give you unless it is physically impossible to accomplish. Now, sleep, when you wake we will be ready for the next part of our session."

Several hours later, I awoke on the couch. Looking over at Amy, I saw her putting away a notebook in her desk. Seeing me awake, she smiled at me, and said, "that was a very informative session. I learned a lot about you, and what is making you suffer." Noticing the look of confusion and concern upon my face, she said, "don't worry, no one remembers what they talk about when they are under hypnosis. You will be fine, just make sure to come back at the same time tomorrow."

For some reason, I found myself unable to worry about my session, instead accepting her word and feeling better knowing that she would make me feel better. After seeing the expressions on my face, Amy opened a small drawer in her desk, and pulled out a small case. Opening it and pulling out a gold ring, she said, "I want you to wear this. I want you to make sure to never take this off. It is a symbol of the contract between doctor and patient. As long as you wear this ring, you can be sure that my thoughts are with you, guiding you towards our mutual goal of making you happy. Now I want you to go home and relax, and make sure to come back the same time tomorrow. I believe you are a special case, and I will make sure to spend the entire day with you making sure we do things right."

Walking up to me, she took my hands in hers again, and looked me in the eyes, "we will succeed, and we will make you happy. Go home and relax, I will see you tomorrow." Walking out of her office, I said goodbye to the receptionist and caught the cab she had called for me.

When I got home, I sat down on my couch and looked at the ring on my hand, contemplating what it would mean for me. I believed that Amy would help me, and I was glad that she would be there for me.

Turning on the T.V., I put on the football game and grabbed a beer, deciding that she was right, and that I needed to relax. Soon enough, though, I found that the game wasn't holding my attention like it usually did. I found myself surfing the channels until I came across a cooking show. Normally, this sort of show wasn't the type of thing that would entertain me, but for some strange reason I found myself drawn in. After about an hour of watching cooking shows, I heard a knock at the door. Getting up, I went to answer it, and found it was a deliveryman. Wondering what he could have for me, I signed for the package, thanked him, and headed into my living room to see what it was.

Opening the package, I found a note on the top of some brown paper, which was covering whatever was inside. Picking it up, I found it was a short letter to me, from Amy. It read:

Dear Ben,

After our session, I went out and picked up a few things that I knew you would need before our next session. You don't have to worry about the cost, I am already earning plenty from what you pay me that it isn't a bother, and I know that these things will help you out. You WILL use them, and you will not feel strange about them. Follow my instructions on each item to the letter.

Until tomorrow,

Amy

Finishing the letter, and wondering what was inside, I pulled away the brown paper. On top was a bottle of bubble bath, a bottle of hair removal cream, and some scented oils. They were with a bar of scented soap, and bottles of expensive shampoo and conditioner. They sat atop a pink towel and a large pink bathrobe. They had a tag, which read, "Take a long bath, use the cream to remove all of your body hair, and make liberal use of the oils. Make sure to use the new soap, shampoo, and conditioner. When you are done, dry off with the towel and put on the bathrobe, and only the bathrobe." Beneath that was another sheet of brown paper with a note attached on top. It read, "Leave alone until after you are done with your bath."

Finishing reading, I collected the items listed in the note and went into the bathroom. I filled the tub with hot water and the bubble bath mixture, and cleaned myself off with the new soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I made sure to use the hair removal cream, and got rid of all of my body hair. After I was done and dried off, I rubbed the oils into my skin thoroughly. I then wrapped myself in the pink bathrobe and walked into my living room.

Pulling away the next sheet of paper, I found beneath it a note on top of several sets of panties, as well as several nighties. It read, "put on the nice black silk thong and the matching black baby-doll nightie, and sleep well. When you wake, repeat the bath of tonight and put on a new pair of panties, red this time. Throw away your boxers; you will not need them again." Obeying the note, I went into my bedroom and went to sleep, not feeling strange in the least for doing all of the activities of tonight which were not the type activities men usually performed.

The next morning, I repeated the bathing procedure of yesterday, put on a new pair of red panties, thong cut like all of the other ones, and got dressed as I normally did. I ate my normal morning breakfast of coffee and toast, and caught a cab to Amy's office. Greeting the receptionist, I asked if Amy was ready for me, and she said she was, and to go right in.

Walking into Amy's office, I walked up to her, and said, "Good morning Amy, how are you today?"

Holding my hands in between hers, she looked me deeply in the eyes again, and told me, "I'm doing very well today Ben. I'm glad to see you are doing well too, much better than yesterday. From the look of you, it would seem you received my package. That's very good; it is an important part of the process. Today we are going to do something a little different from yesterday. I want you to kneel at the foot of the couch and close your eyes, and I will be with you in a few moments."

Obeying her, I knelt at the foot of the couch with my eyes closed, and heard her close the windows, lock the doors, and make some noise that sounded like clothe being moved in some fashion. I then heard her walk up to couch, and lay upon it. She then said, "Open your eyes, and look upon your future. You will be learning much about the female body in the coming weeks, and it will be knowledge that you sorely lack at this time."

Opening my eyes, I looked at her lying upon the couch, her suit jacket, blouse, and skirt removed. I could see her wearing a nearly transparent lace bra, garter belt and stockings, and a barely there thong, clearly wet with desire. Noticing my stare, she opened her bra up from the front, revealing the magnificent glory of her large and full breasts, and pulled her panties off. She then spread her legs, and told me, "You will remove all of your clothing except the panties, and ten you will pleasure me. If you do well enough, you will earn a reward, if you do not, you will have to try again until you do."

Standing up long enough to remove my clothing, I climbed part of the way onto the couch, enough that I could kiss Amy. We kissed passionately for what seemed forever, until she gently pushed me south. Taking the hint, I kissed by way down her neck, towards her breasts. I gently kissed, licked, and sucked her breasts until she started to squirm, then I took one of her nipples into my mouth. Sucking gently, while gently pinching her other nipple with one of my hands, I sucked her nipple until she started to pant gently. I then switched nipples and repeated the process, until she had had enough and gently, but still more aggressively than before, she pushed me southwards again.

After giving her nipple one last suck, I started kissing my way down her abdomen, until I reached the juncture of her thighs. She obligingly spread them for me, and I continued kissing and licking my way south, until I reached her pussy. I then passed it by, kissing her inner thighs for a time, until her moans sounded urgent enough. I then started licking her labia, just barely, before licking around her clit. I licked it slightly, barely more than a breath, and then I backed away. I then started tonguing her sweet channel, sucking out her delicious juices, which were slightly spicy and sweet, almost like cinnamon.

After enjoying the taste of her juices, and hearing her breathing start to pick up in pace rapidly, I moved over and started sucking her clit. Hearing her almost hit the breaking point; I put one, then two fingers into her, quickly fingering her, while reaching up and tweaking one of her nipples with my remaining hand. This was the last straw, as I felt her tense up, scream, and then her pussy gushed out all over my face. I did my best to lap up as much of her juices as I could, but there was far too much of it for me to cope with, so I ended up with my face drenched.

Moaning softly, Amy sat up and pulled me to her for a long, wonderful kiss. She then said, "That was pretty, good, I think you have earned that reward." Getting off of the couch, she told me, "Lay there on the couch. Now you will get the reward you have earned. I think that you will enjoy it."

After I lay upon the couch, she straddled my face with her legs, putting her pussy at just the right location for me to enjoy it. Not needing any urging, I began to lick her pussy once again. Once I had licked her enough that she was dripping profusely, she then moved down my body until she was straddling my stomach. She then reached behind her, and pulled down my panties. Kneeling above my steel-hard erection, she slowly lowered herself onto me, until the head of my cock was just barely inside her entrance. She then slowly lowered herself, until I was buried hilt deep inside of her.

I have to say, the feeling was incredible. Her pussy was so tight it was nearly painful, right on the verge of being too tight to be enjoyable. It was also so wet that when she bottomed out, the juices leaving her pussy completely drenched my testicles and inner thighs. She then slowly rose up until I had almost left her, then dropped down again. She repeated this, again and again, until she had built a slow but steady rhythm. Once her rhythm was set, she leaned forward so I could take one of her nipples into my mouth, and I started to such on it. She started pumping faster, and urged me to meet her thrusts, as well as to such harder. Once I had matched her, and started sucking hard, I noticed that her nipple started to lactate into my mouth.

Sucking her milk down, I enjoyed the unusual taste, which was sweet, and almost minty. With each drop down my throat, I felt ecstatic, almost lightheaded, and far hornier that I had been. My erection got harder, and even seemed longer and thicker. I started to pick up the pace, and Amy followed suit. The more of her milk I drank, the harder we fucked, until I could feel a monumental orgasm building. As I neared my climax, I could tell that Amy was also nearly at hers. Reaching between us, I gently stroked her clit, and sucked her nipple harder. This was all it took to set her off, which caused her pussy walls to clamp down hard, rhythmically pulling inward on my cock, which was all it too to set me off as well. I came harder than I had ever done before, shooting what seemed gallons of cum into Amy's pussy. My climax seemed to go on much longer than was usual, for what seemed minutes, and when I finally thrust into her one last time, it was too much, and I passed out from the pleasure overload.




Therapy



So you wear a mini-skirt. So the hair of your cunt is visible to passersby. So the occasional one sticks out a finger or a cock or dildo. Against your lips. Rub rub. Feel the tingle. Gasp as the hard object is inserted. Hope for another against your tonsils. Warm, moist, salty. Maybe the surveillance camera is turned on you. Rejoice. You're on the internet. Famous. Raucous. Lewd. Lift your shirt now. Don't be shy.

Bright, hard nipples. Firm to the touch. Goosebumps sit atop goosebumps, red bumpy pillars of love. Cup the light, soft flesh beneath. Lift, girl, lift. 

The man comes at you. He is perfection, or your projected image of perfection anyway. Yes, the computer's that good. Sculpted abs. Chest broad, but not grotesquely so. The light stride of a dancer. He wears no shirt of course. Ridiculous on this busy street, but no more so than your shocking display of swollen cunt lips. At least he's wearing pants.

Or is he? His legs are covered, but more in mesh than any fabric worth the name. You can see his purple head, now that he's come close enough, straining to break loose of the spider web that cocoons his legs. You've always wanted to date a man with the good taste to wear silk.

He stares at your chest, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

Reddening, you drop your shirt, but he catches it before it can shade you from his gaze. He rubs it between his fingers, and it's gone.

His fingers are deliciously chill. Against your sides, inching up your ribcage, taking firm hold of your collarbone. You pull away, but not so hard that you run the risk of success. As you arch your back, your nipples strain towards his palms. He evades. And a sigh -- born of frustration yes, but more than that, of anticipated fulfillment, escapes your lips.

His fingers dance. Down your arms. Resting in the crook of your elbow. A quick jump to the fabric waist of your skirt.

You lean forward, dangling temptations that no man -- no hand -- has ever resisted.

He smiles. You know you've met your match.

But before you can turn away, he reaches down and lifts your skirt. Your skirt that hardly needed lifting. His hand makes quick firm contact with your cunt.

Your nipples pout.

Tearing. Tearing through white silk mesh. All to get at that? Why? You almost ask yourself. But then you make contact, and you know why. 

You knock him off his feet. His cock stands vertical now, wisps of cloth sticking to the moistened tip. You don't bother to remove them. With a triumphant cry you sit.

He moans. His eyes roll back in his head. Blindly, he reaches out with chill, chill fingers. Your breasts perk up. He traces circles around the tips, gives a quick squeeze, then returns to feather light touches. Enough. You lean back beyond his reach.

You pull up and almost off. It's his turn to pout. But not for long. He thrusts. You rise higher. He lifts higher to meet you, and higher still.

So you give up. Sitting back down feels more like victory than defeat. Not that you're thinking at this point. Up, down, up, down, you let him rub and touch and bring you to the brink. Then beyond. And yet you do not stop. Not now, not ever.

Rhythmic hopping. Sore, yet soaring. It continues endlessly. Then the thirty second light goes off, and you know your time is almost up.

He knows too. His brow furrows and he reaches out. You tense, your breasts are sore, but you will endure. He doesn't go there. Instead, he touches your cheek. Yes, that cheek. "My love," he whispers. "Oh my love." Then one last, great thrust. He shoots so deep you think you can taste him. And with one final shudder you, too, are finished.

#

Straighten your floor-length skirt. The frills lift suggestively, revealing nothing more than a scuff on your sensible shoes. You walk home, purposefully, to the children who await your responsible guidance. This is your life. Your reality. Your passion. You only endure the simulation because the auto-doc makes you do it. It's on a misguided quest to re-center your balance. To make you something you are not, and could never be. That bucket of bolts has a screw loose, you decide. It's sicker than it thinks you are.

So why does a decidedly unmotherly tingle electrify you just beneath your womb?



Therapy



I felt he was right for our experiment; he was referred to us by his physician. His records indicated he had phantom pain and although unbearable to him there seemed to be no medical reason for it. The patient was desperate for relief and even though he expressed displeasure for being under the care of a woman doctor, he enrolled in our experiment. 

The above is what I wrote when Peter Hall came to us but what I thought of him I didn't dare put in writing. This man is, I should say was a misogynistic ass, his disdain for women was obvious with in the first five minutes of talking with him. Once under hypnosis his hatred of women was beyond the boundaries of a rational person and bordered on sociopath. He has a real problem with overweight women and has made it his personal goal to drive any female who appears to be heavy out of his company. At the present time, he has three lawsuits against him and is using all his legal avenues to stall the litigation. 

I have published articles on the use of hypnotherapy for pain relief and that is my field. Lately I have been doing studies on the breaking of will through hypnosis. As this is not yet a medical field that is recognized by the AMA, I have not published any of my findings. I have to admit my feelings of disgust with this patient convinced me to experiment with his psyche. 

It was quite easy once Mr. Hall was under for his pain therapy, to send him deeper until his will of independence was dissolved by the utterance of a key word. The selection of the key word was easy I chose the word 'MS.' as I noticed every time I called my assistant by that title he would rankle. My thoughts on this were that once he was out in the world, he would be humble to anyone who used that title with their surname. 

I released Mr. Hall pain free and yet he failed even to thank me. As he was leaving, I called to him and gave him the key word as a test. He turned and asked what he could do for me. I told him my feet were tired and I needed a foot massage. He came to me and once on his knees asked me if I would allow him to massage my feet. I told him I was too busy to stop and he would need to get under my desk so I could work as he tended to his chore. He crawled under my desk and I rolled my chair up to him and put my nylon cover foot in his face. He actually gave a comfortable massage. 

About two weeks after I had released Mr. Hall I happen to ride the elevator down with my neighbor's daughter Jocelyn. She is a pleasant girl of about thirty years of age her biggest flaw being she is around one hundred pounds overweight. She was bemoaning her weight to me, saying she would never meet a man until after she lost her bulk. The problem being her lonesomeness was the major cause of her overeating. I liked this girl and I decided to help her. I told her I could not only help her with her diet but I knew a man that would love to be with her as she lost her weight. I said this man would be hers as long as she wished and after she had slimed down she could leave him for a better person. I told her to be at my office the next day and then I went to work and ordered Mr. Hall to be in as well.

I put Hall under as soon as he got to my office; I put him to work doing menial tasks for my assistant. When Jocelyn arrived, I put her under to suggest a weight loss plan and then while still under I explained how to handle Mr. Hall. I then brought her around and instructed Mr. Hall to come into my office. I introduced her as Ms. and then asked him if he thought she was cute. They left my office arm in arm and he was beaming.

The next day Jocelyn wrote about her evening in her diary: 

It was fantastic everything I suggested he wanted to do. He invited me to dinner and I said no I was on a diet. He begged me not to do it that for he loved me as I am. He took me home to get dressed and I said it would be faster if he helped. He was so cute as he shyly helped me undress and as he filled my bath, he made love to me with his tongue. He was like a man possessed and I shut off the tub then took him to my bedroom and just pushed him on the bed. I climbed on top of him and sat on his chest with his head between my thighs, he begged me to let him kiss my beautiful cunt. I loved this, so I teased by lifting up just out of his reach and then I slowly lowered myself down on his face. He could not get enough of me and I let him feast on me, as it felt quite wonderful.

I lost count of orgasms, and finally I told him I wanted him inside me. With his face all wrinkled from the pressure of my meaty thighs and covered in my juices, I slid down his body to his erection standing tall and firm. I told him he was not allowed to cum until I let him. His penis was nice sized but his body looked so small and frail under my mass it made me feel quite powerful and I rode him urgently squeezing him with my vaginal muscles until I had yet another orgasm. Exhausted I lay on top of him my big breasts in his face. He lay there quiet, not moving and yet I could still feel his erection deep inside me. I had forgotten to allow him to cum, a silly thing and I giggled an apology. I rolled off and then as I grasped his thing with two fingers, I told him to do it now. It was fascinating to feel his spunk surging through his shaft. I laughed again as I watched him spurt all over his chest and belly. 

I had never seen a man cum before or even seen the issue up close. I ran my fingers through the puddle in his navel and found it both silky and sticky at the same time. I traced lines through it and then up and down his body. Feeling wicked I wiped a finger full around his lips and when he kissed my finger I began to feed him his own spunk a finger full at a time. Before I was finished I had even coated his chest hair in his slime.

We made love again and then I let him bathe me and he did very well. After he dried me and had me in my robe I allowed him to shower just so he could clean all the dried cum from his face and body. I enjoyed the complete control I had over this man and the more I pushed him the more he wished to cooperate. He not only made dinner he cleaned up the kitchen after and when he asked to spend the night, I allowed it. When we went to bed, he had an erection but I was too tired and I told him we would only spoon the night away. It felt so thrilling with him up against me his hard-on nestled in the crack of my bum and before long tired or not I found myself aroused so I let him enter me from behind but I told him not to cum because he was too messy. We made love like that until I came and then we stopped with him still inside me and hard. That is how we spent the night. 

I thoroughly enjoyed using Peter as one would use a sex toy and I know I will see him again but as far as a life mate, I need someone who is more of a man. I just hope I don't get too spoiled by him while I'm dieting.

On a later day, I retrieved this journal to verify how well my treatment of Mr. Hall went and as you can imagine I am very satisfied and am now looking for another test subject. 



Therapy



The Doctor looked around his empty office and saw his last patient of the day sitting and waiting all by herself. He walked over to her.

"I'm sorry you were left here alone, ma'am. My receptionist and the rest of the staff had to leave early. If you'd come with me please."

The Patient stood up, grasping a clipboard. "This is my first time here, and they gave me this paperwork to fill out," she said. "I just finished it, but there was no one left to give it to. Do you want it?"

The Doctor smiled. "Yes, I do," he said. "I need the information since this is the first time I've had you here. Please come with me."

He gestured her to go ahead of him, and as she passed, he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her to the hallway. As the touched, he felt something like an electrical charge go up his arm. He saw her startle just a bit, and knew she felt that same charge.

"Careful," he thought. "She's a patient. Ethics, ethics."

"How did you decide to come to our clinic," he asked.

"It was recommended," she replied. "I was told you are the only one that gives treatments of this kind. I was also told I would be extremely satisfied with the way you do things here."

"That's quite a compliment. It's the last door on the right. Turn in here."

The New Patient took three steps into the room and stopped cold. She looked around, just a bit confused. "This is an examination room?" she asked.

The Doctor gave a small smile. "Yes it is. You'll find we do things a little differently around here. The changes are for the patient's benefit, as you'll find out."

He gestured to the other end of the room. "The old examination tables are quite uncomfortable, to be honest, and the traditional stirrups aren't much better. No matter what we do, they're quite cold, so we replaced them with a bed. That way, you can lie down comfortably."

"But it's a waterbed," she responded.

"Of course," said the Doctor. "It's a heated bed, kept at the proper temperature, so it's warm on the skin when you lay down. It's all a matter of comfort."

The New Patient walked over to the waterbed. The Doctor said, "Now, if you please, take off your clothes and lie down."

As she began to disrobe, the Doctor got a good look at her. The New Patient was short, with red hair – no, auburn hair he corrected himself, solidly built and very, very attractive with a light dusting of freckles on her face and across the top of her breasts. He again reminded himself to stay under control. "Ethics, ethics," he whispered to himself.

Now came the ticklish part. The Doctor began to take his clothes off as well. The New Patient had climbed onto the bed and turned and gasped "What are you doing?"

The Doctor finished undressing. "Again, as I said, we do things differently around here," he said. "When one is clothed, and the other is not, there is an issue of dominance and power. Now, especially since there aren't any nurses around for this examination, I think it's even more important for there to be a level playing field between us. Do you understand what I mean?" he added.

She gave him a funny look. He smiled. "Remember, I am a doctor, and a therapist. I have a code to live by, and ethics and responsibilities to my patients. Trust me, okay?" 

The New Patient visibly relaxed and sat back, propped up by large pillows placed on the bed. The Doctor began to read over the information on the clipboard. He nodded a couple of times and made a notation on the paperwork.

"Okay, I see here that you're having an issue with vaginal dryness. At your age -- well, our age actually, since we're about the same age," he smiled, "it's not that unusual. Sometimes there are physiological reasons, sometimes it's psychological. Let's get started."

The Doctor smiled. "Here's one more difference at this clinic. We try not to use the stuffy medical terms when talking about your body. It's so unnatural. We instead use standard terms for your body and its parts. We find that patients talk more naturally and give us better information. It's less formal and stiff around here."

The New Patient looked at the Doctor's face, and then her gaze dropped down. "Less stiff, hunh? You could have fooled me about the stiff part."

The Doctor blushed slightly. "Uh, well," he stammered, "yes, well...."

The New Patient laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment, Doctor. A pretty large compliment, actually."

"Likewise" grinned the Doctor. "Shall we get started?"

The New Patient nodded.

"Alright. So basically you're having problems with getting your pussy wet?" She nodded again. "Like I said earlier, sometimes when you get older that can happen, but quite frankly that shouldn't be happening to you. It's possible it's being caused by other issues, so let me check things out."

"My first question is pretty straightforward," the Doctor said. "Do you enjoy fucking? Do you like the feel of a dick inside your pussy?'

The New Patient looked surprised. "Of course I do! I love fucking!"

"That's good. In fact, that's more than good," said the Doctor. "A woman like you who didn't enjoy fucking would be a tragedy. You're healthy, attractive – hell, pretty hot. It would be a shame if you didn't enjoy your gifts."

"Let's get to the physical examination," he said. He reached out and gently caressed her substantial breasts. "You have very nice tits."

'Thank you, Doctor," she said, as her breath caught.

The Doctor gently rubbed her tits, massaged them, and ran his fingers over the nipples. The New Patient made a small noise in her throat. The Doctor continued to massage, and then suddenly bent down and took the right nipple in his mouth and began to suck and nibble on it. She made that noise again, only a little louder. He continued to lick and suck the right nipple, and then shifted over to the left side and repeated the process, humming while he nibbled. She began to squirm on the bed.

The Doctor stopped, and craned his head upward and smiled. "Your tits are beautiful, and the nipples are made for sucking. You know that, don't you?" She nodded. "Do you feel a bit aroused? Is your pussy getting a little bit wet?" She nodded again. "Good. It's a good start, but it's just a start. We have quite a ways to go."

He sat up on the edge of the bed. "Do you enjoy foreplay?" Again, she nodded. "What kinds of foreplay do you like? I can tell you love to have your tits sucked on. Do you like to suck dick? Do you like the feel of a dick in your mouth?"

She gave a little smile and said, "I enjoy sucking dicks, but I don't like the taste of cum. But I sure like getting a dick good and hard." The Doctor stirred. She added, "Do you want me to show you how I do it?"

The Doctor nodded. "That would be really good. Really, really good." 

The New Patient smiled, leaned over and began to tongue the Doctor's dick. It stiffened immediately, and she began to caress it with her lips, lightly and playfully. She alternated taking the head into her mouth with licks of the head, then up and down the shaft like it was a popsicle. The Doctor started moaning. "You like that?" she asked. All he could do was nod, and moan a little.

She went back to work, taking a little more of his dick into her mouth each time she bobbed her head. Eventually, she engulfed half of his large, stiff shaft. But then she stopped abruptly, and he cried out. She smiled again, and then began licking his balls, humming and saying "Nice balls."

The Doctor couldn't believe it. She gave his balls more attention, then went back to the shaft of his dick, licking up and down and then taking the head into her mouth and bobbing over and over again, licking the glans, bobbing again, licking, bobbing. He was about to explode when she stopped and sat up.

He let out an involuntary moan. "Oooooh. My. God." His face was red and his fists were clenched.

She laughed. "I figured you should know how I do things"

He said through clenched teeth, "You do them well. Oh. My. God." 

She laughed again. "And that is a nice dick. Just the right size."

The Doctor then collected himself with great effort. "We need to get back to your examination."

"Yes, you do. What's next?"

The Doctor said, "It's time to do a complete check on your pussy. If you're having a problem getting wet, we need to find out what it is, and what to do to fix it." He gestured to her. "Lie down on your back, and spread your thighs for me please. I need to see your pussy."

She complied. He lay down between her legs and muttered, "Wow, I really like my job sometimes."

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you said."

"Don't worry. Okay, what feels good? Do you like this?" He began to rub her clit, slowly. She squirmed and nodded. Then he slid a finger into her pussy. "How about that?"

"Ohhh, yes, that feels good!" He continued to slide his finger around inside, looking for and finding the sensitive spots. She began to squirm, and the juices started to flow.

"Do you like to have your pussy eaten?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. The Doctor dove right in, taking his tongue and licking around the edges and then, quickly, thrusting his tongue into her hole. She let out a loud gasp of "Yes!"

The Doctor needed no encouragement. He pistoned his tongue in and out of her love canal, savoring the juices that flowed freely. She moaned again, and then grabbed the back of his head and pressed downward, pushing his tongue deeper inside her pussy. He lapped away for dear life.

He stopped, and she let out a disappointed gasp. He sat up, and told her it was time for the last part of the examination.

"You don't have dry pussy my dear, not if you get it warmed up properly. No, indeed, your pussy gets nice and wet. There's one more thing we need to do, and that's to find out how long it takes for you do come. For this part of the examination, I need an explicit okay. Not just a yes, but a description of the next step in your own words, and permission to continue. Do you understand?"

The New Patient looked at the Doctor, her face reddened with desire. "Yes, I understand. Please please fuck me now. I need that big dick in my pussy. NOW!" With that she laid back and spread her legs wider.

The Doctor raised himself up on his knees, positioned himself, and began to slide his dick into her sopping wet pussy. She let out a gasp and thrust her hips forward.

"Does this feel good? Do you like how my dick feels inside your pussy?" She moaned a yes, and he thrust again. "Your pussy is so tight and wet and slick. You want it deep, don't you?" She moaned again, and began pushing back even harder.

The Doctor felt his dick hit bottom and heard her gasp out "OH THAT'S DEEP!" 

He didn't slacken his pace. In fact he started going faster and faster. He felt the walls of her pussy start to writhe and contract and pulse.

Then he knew he was in trouble. He pussy felt so good and so perfect, the Doctor lost control. As she cried out as her orgasm began, he let out a yell as well, and his balls emptied, gushing out and filling her with his come. He kept spurting, over and over, like he hadn't come in ages. He thought his head would explode from the intensity of the feeling. And he felt her pussy walls contracting, squeezing every last drop of cum from his dick. She was gasping beneath him, as red-faced as he was.

As the last bit of cum entered her pussy, the Doctor tried to gather himself. The New Patient laughed. "Do you treat all your new patients this way?"

He tried to stammer out an apology. "I got carried away. I wasn't supposed to come inside you. I'm your doctor, and filling your pussy, sweet as it is, with cum is wrong."

She smiled at him. "I take that as a compliment. I like having your cum leaking out of my pussy." "Because of my actions, this clinic visit will obviously be without fee."

The New Patient looked at him. "What about future visits and therapy?"

"Well, what you really need is three sessions like this per week to stay healthy."

She smiled at the Doctor. "I like that. There will be a couple of conditions if I'm going to continue to be treated here. First, will you be my therapist? 

The Doctor smiled. "I would certainly be honored to be the one taking care of your pussy."

The New Patient smiled back. "As for my second condition, here it is. When I get naked and spread my thighs for your nice big dick, do you promise to fuck me nice and deep, so I can feel your balls slapping my ass? And will you come inside me like that every time? I love the feel of your cum spilling from my pussy."

The Doctor smiled. "I think that can be arranged." He grabbed a towel and tried to clean up his dick and wipe her battered but still beautiful cunt.

As they got up from the bed, she turned and looked at him. "Aren't you glad the kids aren't home right now?"

He grinned. "Yeah. They don't need to hear us getting that loud, do they? We still do, after all these years. God, you're beautiful." He leaned toward her and gave her a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too. Let's go get a pizza."



Therapy



"Doesn't everybody desire sexual pleasure?"

This was the best opening I could muster in my first meeting with the counselor. Dr. Timothy was selected by my wife, Lou (short for Louise), of seventeen years.

"To some degree everyone desires sexual pleasure, Richard. Tell me why do you desire pleasure?"

Lou had arranged the meeting after determining I needed help. In an intimate moment, I suggested we expand our sex life by adding a little spice—such as another woman. Lou didn't react right away, but the next evening when I came home from work, she told me she made an appointment with a specialist for me.

Lou was a school psychologist and felt therapy was the answer to everything. She had a plan all worked out. All I had to do was follow the therapy guidelines laid out by the doctor and things would work out. 

I was a bit surprised because Lou and I have an active sex life. Granted after seventeen years, we are in a bit of a sexual rut; she knows what I like and I know what she likes. But we still enjoy sex even if the frequency and magic has lessened somewhat.

"This may sound trite doctor, but I crave sexual pleasure. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Not inherently. What makes something wrong is in the mind's eye of the beholder. Your wife, Louise, feels you need help. How do you feel about that, Richard?" 

I mulled the question over for a few seconds before I answered.

There was something alluring about Dr. Timothy--Dr. Helen Timothy. She was a striking woman with flowing auburn hair, deep brown eyes, and the darker complexion indicative of Hispanic, Mediterranean or Middle Easterner descent. I guessed her age to be about mine--early forties; maybe a few years older. Her make-up was subtle but I couldn't help noticing her crimson lips and beautiful teeth. 

She had a professional, although provocative, look about her. Dr. Timothy was wearing a sleeveless deep blue blouse with a closed ruffled collar which extended into her tight black skirt---ending about six inches above her knees. Sheer black stockings kissed the pair of shapely legs flowing into black four inch heels. The ruffles disguised what appeared to be well formed "C" cup breasts.

Her nails matched her lips and her eye make-up was a light bronze with just a hint of blue. What caught my attention however was her bra. I could see it when she lifted her arm. It was the same color as her blouse. The lace border told me it was expensive and probably part of a matching set. My mind wondered if the matching panties were French cut, boy cut, thong, or ....all of these thoughts simply from seeing the band of Dr. Timothy's bra.

Her look was different than Lou's, which added to the attraction. Lou had a great figure even after giving birth to our two children. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and smooth white skin were accented with a youthful smile, ample B cups, super sensitive nipples, and legs running up to an ass that I adored.

Lou loved it when I tongued her ass and having something in it drove her wild. She also loved it when I cleaned her ass and pussy after my orgasm. We also loved snowballing. Add to this Lou's screaming, pissing wet, squirting orgasms, and this whole therapy thing seemed surreal.

I've always lusted after other women and I got the impression on more than one occasion, Lou had a Bi streak in her. However it wasn't something I ever brought up until a few days ago. And now, in a matter of days, I am sitting across from a therapist having a discussion about my sexual interests. Lucky for me she was very appealing.

"Dr. Timothy, I don't know the objective of our meeting. Am I supposed to be sick or is Lou just gathering information for a divorce?"

She smiled and shifted in her seat; crossing her legs and placing her notepad on her lap. Great legs! The more I studied her, the sexier she became. I wondered if the doctor was attracted to me as much as I was to her. 

I am still in good shape, six feet tall, salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, good smile, and considered handsome. My personality is outgoing and I well educated without being snobby. I am quick to smile and can detect the 'click' in someone's eyes when we meet.

This is why I wondered about Dr. Timothy. When our eyes met there was an instant 'click.' Perhaps it was just her professional persona, but experience told me it was more.

"Actually, Richard, Louise doesn't think you are sick. Rather she feels you need help. She wants to understand why you wish to bring another person into your union."

It was a good question; one Lou never asked. My mind raced between the thoughts which started popping into it. Amazing how quickly the brain can sort things out.

"I wouldn't call it bringing someone into our union. I viewed it as adding another dimension to our sex life. Frankly, I am very surprised Lou reacted this way."

The next question was expected, "Why?"

"It's hard to describe; but I always thought Lou had Bi tendencies."

Dr. Timothy raised her eyebrows slightly and repositioned herself again. There was a slight flash of open legs and a push of her chest as she moved. My subliminal mind went to work sending the thought of crawling under her skirt and licking her pussy to my conscious mind. I felt a stir.

"On more than one occasion, I saw Lou give a lingering touch, a look, and even a sweet kiss to her friends. Each time, they exchanged glances which, to me, sent a message of desire. Maybe it was just me wishing Lou was Bi."

"Why do you wish for Lou to be Bi?" Dr. Timothy knew how to steer a conversation.

"I find women so attractive and sensual; the thought of two women making love arouses me. I love Lou and I can feel her love for me, but I would have not object sharing her with another woman. It's a bit selfish because it turns me on so much."

Dr. Timothy studied me. Her next question was a bit different. "What about Louise enjoying another man. Does this arouse you also?"

My answer was a slow, "Yeeesss."

"Do you have Bi interests, Richard?"

"Uhhh," I hesitated but answered truthfully, "the thought has entered my mind a couple of times."

Dr. Timothy was scribbling notes as she asked the next question. Her eyes never lifted from the pad. "Have you ever had sex with another woman or man since you've been married?"

"Yes," was my one word answer.

"Man, woman, or both?" shot back; eyes never lifting; pen scribbling.

Again, a one word answer was my reply, "Both."

"Interesting," was Dr. Timothy's response. She finished scribbling and closed her note book. She sat upright in her chair with a deliberate position of sexuality.

"Describe for me the type of woman you find attractive." Her question was out of bounds and she knew it. Her eyes bored into me while she waited for my reply.

I decided to take a bold approach.

"It is hard to describe. It starts with the way a woman dresses. What a woman wears says so much about her. For example her outer appearance is the image she wants to portray to the world. Being well groomed with nice hose and shoes along with nice nails and make-up is provocative."

Dr. Timothy adjusted her position again. Her movements accented her nails, hose and shoes. The glimpse she provided of her inner thigh was more deliberate than before. I started to think of the possibilities.

"However, what I find more enticing it what a woman doesn't show to the outside world. It is her hidden persona. It's how she truly feels about herself. This is found in her intimates." 

There was a noticeable grind of Dr. Timothy's hips. I had the feeling I was beginning to push her buttons. I pressed on.

"It is very erotic when a woman wears a matching bra and panty set. I am not talking about the spanky white kind. I am talking about higher end lingerie: intimates of color; specialty styles; intimates which speak of a woman's inner desires and her willingness to share those feelings with the right person."

Dr. Timothy uncrossed her legs and sat back a bit more in her chair. Her arms draped along those of the chair, while her legs parted ever so slightly. It was the lick of her lips with her eyes still locked on mine that started my cock to react.

"In reality, it all boils down to the instant communication found only in the eyes. One glance and you know it. When the look 'clicks,' you found the right person."

Our eyes did indeed 'click." Dr. Timothy's body language was screaming for me to make a move. My cock was getting hard and was caught in the wrong position. I didn't bother being subtle about straightening it out. Dr. Timothy's mouth open as if on cue. She wanted my cock in her mouth.

"Once this happens all it takes is for one person to say yes to the other. It doesn't need to be verbal. It can be as subtle as a movement in their body." 

Dr. Timothy opened her legs. I saw the panel of her matching panties and I knew she just said yes. I stood and walked slowly towards her. Our eyes never parted, but her legs did even more.

Kneeling beside her on one knee, I brought my lips very close to her ear. With warm breath I began to speak slowly, deliberately, and sensuously into it. 

"For example, you and I right now. Your panties are probably soaked." 

I used one hand to softly caress her auburn locks, while I gently outlined her lips with a finger from my other hand.

"How erotic," I continued. "The doctor selected by my wife to help me is moments away from making love with her patient."

Dr. Timothy was breathing heavier and her eyes began to close. Turning her head towards me, she offered me her mouth. My lips gently touched hers and backed off slightly. I kissed her again; this time with open lips which closed around hers and then pulled away. One my next kiss she offered me her tongue which I accepted by slowly sucking it into my mouth.

My hand dropped to her blouse and unbuttoned it as we kissed. Dr. Timothy started undoing the clasps of her skirt. In a smooth motion she slipped her skirt to the floor as I removed her blouse. Her panties were a perfect match: French cut bikinis.

I stood and moved in front of her. Dr. Timothy opened her legs and began to caress her breasts and mound through her intimates. She licked her lips as I removed my clothing; even my underwear. I stroked myself a few times which brought a whimper from the good doctor along with a growing wet spot on her panties.

My love for pussy had me on my knees between her legs instantly. Covering her panty clad pussy with my mouth I began to suck on it through the panel. I was in heaven and Dr. Timothy was beginning to moan.

What I didn't expect was to see Lou standing naked to us.

"Well, Richard, I see Helen has found a way to help you. Allow me to introduce. Richard, this is Dr. Helen Timothy, my lover for the past two years. I am so happy you suggested we add another woman in our sex life. We are going to have the time of our lives."

Helen stood and gave Lou a deep, passionate kiss. They then looked at me and smiled.