7 comments/ 120673 views/ 32 favorites Marriage Counselor By: andrewsixpack My name is Andy, and I am married to wonderfully beautiful Latina wife named Yvonne. We've been in love and married for almost 20yrs now, and she is more beautiful today, than at any time in our marriage. I can't help but wanting to show her off to other men. She stands just over 5'tall with a body that was made to be admired! Her breasts are a beautiful full 36D cup, with a 25" waist and a beautiful round Latina butt. Men always stare at my wife in public, even just at the grocery store, etc. I have to admit that it turns me on to see men looking at her. She is very girly and loves her nails done, as well as the full head of hair she has. I have done many things to have men look at her, such as take sexy pictures of her with our camera, then find ways to show other men. They always love looking at her in her sexy outfits, bras, panties, lingerie, and even nude. I try to get her to pose in many different ways, showing off all of her lovely attributes! She allows me to take pictures of her, thinking that I may be the only who sees them, although I do tell her in bed, that other men love looking at her! She just smiles as I tell her what they said about her tits, and ass, her nicely trimmed and shaved pussy, and her whole package. I don't know if she believes me, but she does get turned on. It is not hard to show off your wife's pictures, if you do it with men who like to look at beautiful sexy women, and most do! I've taken her pictures to different stores, when there is a man present behind the counter and I find ways to show her off. Such as just in a tight outfit, I may let my wallet stay open, or I may ask their opinion on something about her picture. If they say she is really pretty, or sexy, etc, I tell them, oh, you think so too? Thank you, here look at her in her bikini, etc, and soon I them looking at her in her bra's, panties, and nude. It's very erotic, to see their reactions, some even grab at their crotch, they can't help it, and oh I don't blame them. Well one day, as I went to play golf, just myself at a course about 20 minutes from my house, I waited for another single or up 3 players to arrive, so I could join them, and sure enough, another man, about my age, mid 40's came up to play alone, so the golf course grouped us together to shoot our round. As we talked and played, the subject of wives came up and I told him, here look at a picture of my beautiful wife. As he did, he complimented her; she was in a tight top that accented her beautiful boobs and some tight jeans that fit snug against her. I enjoyed his comments about her and as we talked about my wife. Well as we played and of course talked about what our occupations were, I found out that Jim, that is his name, is a family counselor and therapist. I asked him if he counsels couples who have marital problems, etc, and he said he did, as well as many other issues. I joked with him, asking if many sexy wives come in, he laughed, saying some do, and then I asked if he thought it was pretty normal if a husband is proud of his wife. He said oh sure, but asked what I meant in particular. So I sort of hinted around that I like taking pictures of my beautiful wife, sexy pictures and well at times I feel the need to show them to other men. He told me that can be quite normal and that perhaps he could give my wife and me complimentary session on how to improve our relationship and have an even better marriage. Although I told him we get along fine, the thought of him seeing my pretty wife in person, really interested me. I thought it may turn me on so much, that late that night, I would think about it and fantasize out it, as my wife, Yvonne and I made love! He was a handsome fellow, a bit taller than me, with salt and pepper hair, and I told him that I would love to meet with him. He checked on his calendar on his phone, and had an opening for us the following Saturdady morning at 11:00AM. We finished our round of golf, and I told him that I would speak to my wife Yvonne about it and we would see him then. I have to admit, I was getting a bit worked up, as I told Yvonne about it later that night. The thought of another man, about our age, looking at my wife and speaking to me about things made me aroused. We made love that night, and she was very happy that my cock was really hard, asking me why so hard, and I replied, oh to get to show you off, is just wonderful. She just smiled, as she knows how proud I am of her. Well Saturday finally rolled around so that morning, after we both worked out, I saw Yvonne getting dressed, and that was nothing less than spectacular! She put on a pair of shocking pink panties that I had purchased for her from Victoria Secret, as well as a pretty red push up bra. Over that she put on a tight top, some nice tight jeans, her boots, and she wore a purple sweater, she looked hot! We drove over to Jim's office and it was actually located in his house. He had an office set up in a large room in his house, so it was comfortable for couples he said, to have a home like feeling. He greeted me with a hand shake as well as shaking my wife's hand and smiling. I noticed him look at Yvonne, up and down, and that just made me smile even more. He said "take a seat in front here," as we sat in front his big mahogany desk. "Well Yvonne, did Andy tell you why you are here today?" She replied, "Well yes, you are a marriage counselor and you help couples have even more enjoyable marriages, is that correct?" He said," oh it is, and it seems here that your husband Andy, sort of a fetish that he shared with me." She looked surprised, as did I, with him saying that. She said, "Oh, what is that?" "Well Yvonne, may I call you Yvonne?" He asked My wife politely said, "of course." "Well it seems that your husband is very proud of you and well he enjoys other men looking at you." She just smiled and asked, "well sure, and I think that's ok, just a compliment don't you agree?" Well Jim stated, "oh yes, it is very normal for a husband to be proud of such a lovely wife as you Yvonne, I couldn't agree more." With that I smiled widely! He told my wife, "you know, so that we can really see how much Andy likes showing you off, oh it would be ok, if you made yourself a big more comfortable Yvonne." "What do you mean?" She asked, as I looked on also wondering. "Well, for starters," Jim replied," please take off your sweater, I mean; it's not cold in here." She seemed a bit relieved and laughed and said, "oh ok, I thought you meant something else," So, she removed her purple sweater and she was standing there, then she thrust her chest out with her arms back. You could really seen the outline of my wife's boobs in her bra, in her tight top. I noticed Jim admiring her with his eyes, as she did. He smiled and said," What did you think I meant, when I said get more comfortable Yvonne?" Oh she just smiled, and said "oh nothing," and he replied, "Did you think I meant for you to take off more of your clothing?" She gasped and looked at me, and I just sat there, not sure what to say, as my wife said, "well no of course not!" He said, "You know, if we really want to get to the bottom of this issue, I believe that it would be ok for you to do so. Take off your top Yvonne." "Andy, she said to me, can you believe this? I mean, are you even a marriage counselor asking a wife to take off her top?" I interjected saying, "oh honey, relax, he is just a marriage counselor, and he is only trying to help." Although looking around all I could see on the wall were his College degrees in accounting. She said, "are you sure it's ok honey?' I said, "sure babe, and oh I love seeing you that way too." She hesitated a bit, and then she said, "well ok, but just because he is a counselor." My wife then stood up, and proceeded to pull her top up over head, being careful not to smudge her makeup or mess up her hair. There she stood, in her red push up, that 36Full D cup bra, with those big beautiful brown boobs on display, all pushed up, with her nice cleavage showing. He looked at her, and to me and said, "so Andy, is this making you uncomfortable at all, me seeing your beautiful wife in her pretty bra?" "Well no, it's not," I replied Jim then said, "well well, then you won't mind that I ask Yvonne to take off her jeans too right?" I admit, I was a bit shocked, and I looked at her as she was shaking her head in the no position, but for some reason, all I could say was, "well no Jim, I think that's a good idea. I mean you are a professional, so it must be just common practice." She looked at me, with a bit of hesitancy, as Jim said, "Good, Yvonne, please remove your jeans for us." She asked, "Now?" As he nodded his yes. She just gave me a bit of a not sure look, but she sat there and she proceeded to take off her boots, she stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, then looked at me and said, "Are you sure this is ok Andy?" I just nodded, yes, still in a bit of a trance, watching my pretty dress undressing here in front of me and stranger, and she pulled off her jeans and step out of them. Jim looked on, as did I at my beautiful wife. She stood there, all five feet of her, with her wild dark hair, in just her pretty pink thong panties, her red push up bra, and her cotton socks on. I have to admit, I could feel my penis stir in my pants as I looked at her. Jim said, "So Andy how does this make you feel, your wife, here in her pretty bra and panties, in front of me? Does it make you angry?" I said, "No." "Does it make you upset in any way?" I said "no." "Ok, then. I must ask do you feel at all aroused?" I looked at him and then at my beautiful wife and I said, "Well yes it does arouse me to see my wife like this." She just sort of smiled and he said, "Yvonne, please turn around for us." She said, "What? Why?" "Please do," is all Jim said, So, she turned around showing up the little pink thong, it just disappeared up into my wife's beautiful round ass. She has a full smooth Latina ass, it is a nice ass! I looked at her ass as I felt my penis getting hard and he told her, "please walk around the room a bit Yvonne, let us watch you." She seemed a bit irritated by this, but she complied, walking around, looking at me and then Jim, and finally saying, "What does this have to do with our marriage?" He then told me, "Andy, this is what you enjoy right? Other men looking at, lets even say admiring your pretty little wife isn't it?" "Well yes I admit, I don't know why, but it does turn me on." "What turns you on Andy? Tell me," "Well the fact that I am looking at my wife, my wife of 20 years so beautiful here in her bra and panties, and well the fact that you are looking at her at her too!" He then said to me "Andy is your penis hard?" I sheepishly, said, "Well I mean, yes, it is." I heard Yvonne gasp, as he said, "I thought so." Jim then looked at my wife and said, "Yvonne, this is just a treatment that is used when husbands enjoy other men looking at their sexy wives it's quite normal and well really a compliment. Now I'll tell you what Andy, why don't you go and stand behind Yvonne." I got up and stood next to her, in front of Jim's big desk, as he politely said; now reach up and unhook your wife's bra. "What?" I said out loud. "He said gently, unhook and remove your wife's bra Andy." She said, "Wait a minute Andy, being here in front of another man in my bra and panties is one thing, but to be topless, Andy, I don't know about that?" "I said to my lovely wife, oh babe, you are so beautiful and it turns me on greatly to see you like this, you know I love your tits, oh what harm is there is letting another man see them? Please honey?" She said, "well, ok, I guess, it's ok," as I reached up and unhooked my wife's red push up bra, and grabbed the shoulder straps and removed my wife's pretty bra, leaving her standing there with her magnificent boobs on display for Jim. Her boobs sticking straight out with a slight hang to them, my wife has spectacular boobs! He said to me, "oh my Andy; oh your wife has beautiful tits!" Instead of getting angry like maybe some husbands would I just beamed with pride allowing this man to see my own wife's beautiful naked Boobs! He said, "Andy come sit down again, I want you to unzip you pants" "What I thought? Excuse me? "I asked. "He said, "please unzip your pants, it's really no big deal, your wife is here in just her panties, so you unzip your pants, I want her to see how aroused you are." I felt my hand going down and unzipping my pants, he said, "go ahead take your penis out," as I pulled my rock hard cock out of my boxers, then my pants, there it stood at attention, all 6" of my dick so hard, throbbing, and sticking straight out! "Look at your husband's cock, Yvonne." (I noticed he called it my cock for the first time.) "Yes" she replied, "It's so stiff and erect isn't it?" "Yes, it's very stiff" my wife said. "Your husband is very aroused I see. Andy does it turn you that I am looking at your sexy wife in just her small pretty panties?" "Yes" I replied as he moved his chair back away from his desk, he then revealed a big thick cock, one that he had been stroking under his desk! He said, "See what she does to me too? Oh she is truly beautiful Andy!" " Wow," I heard my wife say, she was staring directly at what she later told me was the biggest, most beautiful cock that she had ever seen, outside of some adult movies that she has watched with me. It was about 8 ½" long and about as thick as her wrist. He said to my wife, "please sit down Yvonne," as he stood up and walked to front of our desk. He told her, "Yvonne, I want you to pull down your panties for me now," as she looked at me, she didn't question it this time, she stood up, as he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me, as my wife began to pull down her panties. There she stood, my beautiful little wife, naked in front of another man! I was almost in disbelief as I watched her. He then said to me," Andy, since Yvonne is nude, please take off your clothes and get naked too" "I stood up and took off all of my clothes, and soon my wife and I were naked here in Jim's office. He said, "This is going great, a wonderful counseling session, now it's my turn, you see it's best if all are completely naked!" As my wife and I stood there, Jim took off all of his clothing, and there was that huge pussy pleasing cock sticking straight out! He told us, "Please sit down, as a matter of fact, Andy see that chair over there in the corner, next to the fireplace." "Yes" I replied. "I want you to go sit over there please." He said again. I did as I was told as I looked at my pretty wife, sitting there naked with her tits hanging so nicely on the chair. He then stood right in front of Yvonne, his Big cock inches from her face and he asked her, "Yvonne, do you like what you see?" She didn't say a word, so he moved himself forward and right there as I watched from that chair in the corner of his office he placed his big mushroom cock head against my pretty wife's full pink lips. She didn't say anything as he started to push his hips forward I saw my wife open her mouth, wider and wider and soon his cockhead was inside of my wife's wet warm mouth! "Hmmmmmmmm" I heard him moan, as I watched Jim reach down and start to play with my wife's big tits. My hand instinctively went right for my harder smaller dick and I don't know why, but I began to masturbate. He looked over and said, "that's it Andy, explore your feelings, doesn't it feel good to play with your cock?" I didn't say a word, neither did Yvonne as Jim sort of leaned forward and placed his hand between my wife's slightly open legs as she sat on the chair, with his cockhead in her mouth and he said to me, "Oh my Andy, your wife's vagina is soaking wet!" She closed her eyes as she felt his hand on her wet cunt, and then he said, "That's quite normal, oh she's a healthy sexy wife. Andy, watch as she sucks my cock, watch as your pretty little horny wife sucks my big dick Andy." With those words, oh my head was spinning, was this really happening? "Was my little wife, really sucking this man's big cock in front of me?" Is what I was thinking. She opened her eyes, and then she started to suck! She placed her soft little hands, both of them on his cock, and she began to move her hands back and forth, stroking his manhood as she allowed him to piston his dick in and out of her sucking mouth! He smiled, looking down, gently caressing my wife's wild hair; he started to make love to her mouth. He said, to me, "oh Andy, she's a terrific cocksucker, oh your wife is sucking my cock so nicely, and this must make you so proud!" I was beating off to the rhythm at which Jim was fucking my wife's pretty face, she was moaning, and she reached down, and my pretty wife, started to rub her pussy, she was masturbating her cunt as she sucked Jim's big cock! He then held her head, and pulled her back he pulled his cock out of her mouth, stood her up and began to suck my wife's tits. I was watching as this man, suck my wife's big beautiful tits, right in front of me! He held them in his hands, both of them as he jiggled and bounced them, playing with them, my wife's big beautiful boobs! He then stood her up and put his hands on her round ass, squeezing my wife's nice ass, I watched as he squatted and put my wife's ass right in his face! He buried his face in her ass hot ass! I could hear him sniffing her butt, as he began to plant wet kisses all over her round ass, and then he started to suck on my wife's ass cheeks, sucking them right there! He then stood her up and looked at her, and said, "I have to lick your pussy Yvonne," he blurted out! I know how much that drives my wife wild, so he took her by her hand, and lied down her naked body on the fur run right in front of his fireplace. They were close to the chair that I was sitting in as he laid my wife down on top of him in the 69 position! His big cock in her face with her pussy on his face. He then grabbed my wife's ass and he began to suck her cunt from behind, I could hear my wife moan loudly as he lapped at her cunt then he moved his tongue up and began to lick out my wife's little asshole! Oh, I thought as she closed her eyes, feeling him licking out her wet asshole, she was going wild, I know because she loves when I lick out her butthole at home! She looked up at me, with a look of pure fuck lust, she saw me there jacking off, watching her, and she gave me a wink and a smile, as then put her mouth around his big cock. My pretty wife started to suck his cock again, he moaned this time as she did, she moved his cock to the side and I watched as my wife started to lick his big balls, his balls were like tennis balls, so big, she licked all over them, as her soft hand massaged his massive prick! I thought to myself, "Oh my wife looks like such a sexy hot cunt wife!" I was so proud of her! She then stopped and she stood up, even before Jim could say a word, with her legs on each side of his legs, she looked at me, said, "Oh Andy, and I want you to watch me fuck him! I'm going to ride his big cock, and you are going to watch me!" I looked at Jim, he had a huge smile on his face, as she turned to face him, and then she began her decent! He said," Andy, come here, and watch as I guide it into your wife's wet pussy hole! I had no idea it would look so hot, watching as his big pole pointed up and his massive cockhead was at entrance of my own wife's little honey hole! My hot sexy little wife began to lower herself onto his big shaft. I could see her round ass, so nicely, as her cunt lips came into contact with his pussy pleaser. His cockhead looked massive against my wife's small wet pussy, her swollen cunt lips, and then it began to disappear. His cock began to disappear up into my wife's hot wet married vagina! Marriage Counselor It was raining out and raining hard, the rain beating against her office windows and falling illuminated in the lights of the empty parking lot below. Rain wasn't unusual this time of year, but this was a downpour, and Dr. Lacey Evans worried that it might affect her plans for the evening if it didn't stop soon, and that would be too bad. She'd planned on wearing her new shoes, and rainy streets were no place for four-inch heels. Across the desk from her, Mr. Shattuck was starting to rant, and Lacey reluctantly pulled her attention back to what he was saying. Jack Shattuck was a difficult client, older and more experienced than Lacey preferred, and he was in a terrible mood, still furious that after five weeks of Lacey's therapy, his wife had walked out on him and moved back in with her parents where she was reassessing their relationship and discovering her true needs, and supposedly finding herself. As the couple's marriage counselor, Lacey had of course been present at the break-up and had worked hard to facilitate and provide support and mediation for both parties. It was unfortunate that the crisis had to occur five weeks into therapy, but as a trained professional she hardly felt responsible for it. The crisis was already there before she started treating them and the dissolution perhaps inevitable. In any case, it was her job to help people grow and discover their true potential, and such work often involved these kinds of radical changes. Since the break-up four weeks ago, she'd been seeing the Shattucks separately Unfortunately, Mr. Shattuck didn't see the break-up as a necessary phase in his and Jeannie's growth as fully empowered individuals as Lacey suggested. He blamed Dr. Evans and her methods and advice for turning his wife against him, and now Lacey was doing her best to help him deal with these changes see things rationally, but it wasn't going well. That was too bad, because behind that anger lay a certain mature, animal charm that had always appealed to her, and in a very unprofessional way. But tonight he seemed especially angry and argumentative and wasn't co-operating at all. Though Lacey had come highly recommended and was one of the top professionals in her field, he no longer seemed to be impressed by the diplomas and awards and certificates on the wall behind her, and she found his sudden contempt for her expertise quite irritating. She gave no sign, of course, but she was anxious for this session to be over. She was eager to get on with her preparations for the evening. "I hear what you say, doctor, but I think you're wrong. I think you're dead wrong on this. You can't reason and talk your way into a better sex life. A woman—any woman--wants more than discussions and lists and contracts when it comes to sex. She wants passion. She wants desire." The Doctor tapped her pencil against her teeth thoughtfully, as if she were listening. They'd been over this time and again. Lacey wanted Jack to talk to his wife about their sexual needs, his and hers, in an open and honest way. It was the textbook treatment in cases like this, but she had to admit that with the Shattucks there had been problems. Mr. Shattuck's desires went a bit beyond the usual, and their sexual problems seemed to be symptomatic of deeper flaws in their marriage. The break-up had been inevitable. "Well of course, Jack. The passion and spontaneity come with time, once trust and respect are established. It's really a very straightforward process..." He looked at her sharply. "So that's your advice? That's always your advice. That I discuss things with her like we're making some sort of financial decision or where to spend our vacation. I don't work like that Dr. Evans." "Well, you make it sound silly, but yes, that's what I'm suggesting. Sex has to be approached rationally and logically. That's how we get what we want, through sharing and negotiation and discussion like mature, rational people, Jack." A flash of lightning and an immediate peal of thunder made her jump. It was February, and while rain wasn't unusual this time of year, thunder and lightning were. They flustered her Shattuck sat back in his chair with an ironic smile. "The gods are angry, Doctor. They hate bullshit." With that he suddenly stood up and reached for his coat. "We still have ten minutes, Jack." "No. We don't. With all due respect, Dr. Evans, I don't think you know what you're talking about, or that you ever did. You're young, and all your learning comes from books, and it was your advice that gave Jeannie the idea to move out, and your advice that--what's the expression?--estranged her affections in the first place. Your advice has been nothing but trouble for me, so I'm done sitting and talking and trying to be reasonable. I'm done with your approach and your therapy. I'm done with all of this. Find some other lives to ruin, These visits are over!" Before she could react, he opened the door and was gone. She sat calmly and listened as the outer door opened and closed, trying to keep herself from getting upset. These dramatic exits were common in therapy, as were the threats to leave. It was all part of the process and she wasn't going to worry about it. She spun herself around in her big executive chair so she could see her shelves, crowded with books and journals on psychology, development, marriage and relationship counseling. On the fourth shelf up, just a bit above eye level, stood her very first psychology text, and next to it the thick tome she and Dr. Annemarie Ross-Vandenberg had authored: Principles and Practices of Modern Relationship Counseling. It always comforted her to look at that book, so thick, solid, and substantial. She had a reputation in her field, and it was largely due to that book. The bolt of lightning seemed to have been the rain's grand finale, and she was gratified to see that the deluge had become no more than a mist, acceptable weather for her new shoes. She waited till she knew Shattuck had truly gone, then went to the window and closed the blinds. She went to the green filing cabinet and unlocked it with a key from her bag, and slid the top drawer open wide. She stood there, examining the collection of wigs, each on its own Styrofoam stand: blonde, brunette, russet, red: short and long, wavy and straight. Black for tonight, she thought. The short black shag. It was the total opposite of her own honeyed locks, and she was ready for some radical change tonight. She took it out and closed the drawer, then opened the second drawer down and took out a storage bin marked "Nikki". The black wig was Nikki, and when Dr. Evans wore it, that's who she was. Each of her wigs had a different name and personality to go with it, an entirely different character, and Lacey loved making up their backstories and buying them clothes and make-up. Keeping her alter egos in a drawer helped her feel separate and apart from the game. Because it was a game. The things her girls did weren't real, weren't her. She reminded herself of this as she gathered up Nikki's things and went into her private bathroom and pinned up her hair and put the wig on. A Game. Nothing serious, nothing real. Just a very compelling and fascinating game. Some people liked to jump out of planes, or ski down a slope at 70 miles an hour. Dr. Lacey Evans liked dressing up and posing as a prostitute, picking up men and going to bed with them and being the best damned fuck they'd ever had. She enjoyed dressing afterwards and leaving them speechless, taking their money and then going home, undressing and masturbating as she thought of the way they wanted her and how easily she'd used them. She called it a game but it was more than that. It was her sex life. If there was a disconnect between what she told her patients and what she did in her private time, it never bothered her. She'd always been comfortable with compartmentalizing her different personae. She couldn't quite remember when, undergoing her own psychoanalysis in grad school, she'd come to the realization that psychology simply couldn't explain her behavior in useful terms and couldn't cure her. Nor was she at all sure she wanted to be cured. She'd looked into the abyss of her own personality and shrugged. So be it. The things she told her patients were classical, textbook answers to their classical, textbook questions. The questions that Nikki answered were not so clear-cut. She turned to her make-up—the purplish blue eye shadow the bright red lipstick that contrasted so dramatically with Nikki's raven hair—and considered where she should go tonight. She hadn't been to the Madison in a while, at least not as Nikki. The Madison was far from the best hotel in town, but it attracted a lot of lonely salesman and had a good cheap bar where no one bothered you. It also was close by, which was a deciding factor on a night like this. She looked at herself in the big mirror on the bathroom door. Brilliant. Her Nikki was just the right mix of professional woman and slut on the make--skirt a bit too short and jacket a bit too tight,; starched white blouse still sheer enough to show the suggestive shadows of her nipples. The stockings were maybe a bit too much, but she didn't expect any complaints, and she needed them to dilute the blatantly erotic straps on her shoes. She was a study in black and white, save for those glossy red lips. Satisfied, even excited by the way she looked, she closed up the office and snuck cautiously into the hall. At 9:30 PM she didn't expect to meet anyone, but you never knew. Once she was in the elevator she relaxed. No one would recognize her now. She left the building and walked to her car. The rain was only a memory. The bar at the Madison was pleasantly crowded: not too many people, but enough, and a definite dearth of females. A lot of single men drinking alone, scattered along the bar stools like birds on a wire. She removed her coat and took a seat at a table and ordered a bloody Mary, then sat back to check out the prospects. Hardly five minutes had passed before the waitress brought her another drink. "Gentleman at the bar sent this over," she said. "Guy in the blue with the glasses." "Oh. Thank you." He was already walking toward her. He wasn't much, but he seemed eager, and that's all she needed. "Thank you for the drink," she smiled. "Would you like to sit?" "Thank you, yes. I believe I will." He held out his hand. "Andy Gertz. Gertz for shirts. I'm in the menswear business." he smiled. His glasses seemed fogged, and his proffered hand was disconcertingly soft. .Lacey liked them controllable and even a bit intimidated, but she liked them with passion too. Already she was having doubts. "Are you from around here?" He leaned his elbows on the table as he talked. "A lot of the guys here are just passing through, in town for just the night." "Yes. I live here. It's really a nice town, when it isn't raining." He chuckled. "Oh, I know, I know! Quite the downpour! We don't get rain lie this down in LA.. Well, maybe up north sometimes, but--" His words were cut off by a hulking presence that seemed to emerge from nowhere, standing behind Andy's chair: "Well! So it is you! I thought I recognized your voice! But that wig..!." Lacey looked up and felt a surge of pure horror. It was Jack Shattuck! His hair was wet, and the shoulders of his overcoat were dark with rain. He seemed much larger here than in her office. He fairly loomed over the table, his eyes glittering with amusement. There was no use pretending. She was caught. "Why Jack! What a funny coincidence!" Andy Gertz twisted around in his seat trying to catch a glimpse of this newcomer, but he didn't need to see much to know he was in the middle of something. "Jack, this is Andy Gertz. We were just having a drink." "Glad to meet you." Gertz extended the hand uncertainly. Shattuck didn't even see it. "I'm speechless," Shattuck said. "What are you doing in a place like this?" He was about to comment on her hair when he stopped. He looked at Gertz, then back at her with her two drinks in front of her. "I was just buying the lady a drink! She came in alone and I—" Shattuck ignored him and pulled out a chair next to Lacey and sat down, his eyes never leaving her. "You can leave," he said to Gertz. "The lady's with me. She's spoken for." "Of course, of course. Just being friendly... Didn't mean anything..." Gertz slunk away to the far end of the bar as Jack settled in. "Well," he said. "I guess even shrinks need to unwind, huh? But why the wig?" "Oh, I just like to kind of disguise myself when i go out. In case I should run into patients or something..." Shattuck sat back so he could see her legs under the table. The short skirt had ridden up almost to her stocking tops, and Lacey blushed. "Yeah, well it doesn't work so good," he said. "As soon as I heard your voice I knew it was you." "And what are you doing here, Jack? You don't live around here.". "Sometimes you need a drink before you go back to an empty house. Wouldn't you agree?"" He stared at her but she said nothing. "So Doc, you're just out having a few cocktails alone? You really look different Lacey. I've never seen you made up like this. Or those clothes! Someone might say that they were downright suggestive!" "Oh! do you think so?" She pretended to fret. "It was all I had that was clean..." "Uh huh. Aside from what you had on in your office an hour ago. Yeah, I can see how you'd have to change after a rough day of sitting around and telling people how to run their lives." He gave her a wicked smile. "Now Jack..." "You know, it's funny you should pick this bar for your cocktail hour. This bar has a reputation, you know. Or maybe you don't. You know what this bar has a reputation for? Do you, Doc?" Lacey shook her head and reached for her drink. "Hookers," Shattuck said. "Whores. Prostitutes. Weekend warriors mostly, amateurs, part-timers. The pro's work mostly downtown. These are girls who do it for thrills and to supplement hubby's milk money. Housewives, career girls, professional women." "Is that right? Oh my! I never knew..!" "No. I bet you didn't! And I bet that if I looked through your bag there, I wouldn't find any ID's, would I? Because if anyone found out who you were and what you were down here, if anyone found out one of our top marriage counselors was out hooking on the side, you could be in a bit of trouble, Doctor." "Jack, please. It's not what you think!" "No?" He leaned forward and flicked the lapel of her jacket open. Her nipples were hard, and clearly visible through her white blouse. "Cold in here, isn't it, Doctor? And you're wearing stockings. Not panty hose. With garters. I saw them under the table. Or maybe you're meeting someone down here?" Lacey couldn't think. Her worst fear had come to pass: that she'd be found out. But found out by a patient, and a patent who had reason to hate her... "Then maybe you're doing research? Field work? How do you charge, Dr.? By the hour or by the deed?" Lacey started to stand. "All right, Jack. If you're going to be so unreasonable...' He reached out and grabbed her arm and his eyes turned steely and hard. "Unreasonable? Fine. You want to be reasonable? Why don't we sit down and talk about this reasonably? Why don't you give me a nice reasonable explanation of your little hobby to me, doctor? I'm sure there's a simple, rational explanation. Isn't that what you always tell me in your office? That reason will see us through?" She dropped back down into her chair, afraid of making a scene. "What do you want, Jack? I understand you're upset--" "What do I want? I want to know why you go catting around at night playing a hooker who picks up strange men in third-rate hotels. That's certainly not who you present yourself as in your office. Or is this the real Dr. Evans? Maybe you're just a hooker with a degree in psychology. Maybe whoring is your main job, and you just do a little counseling on the side. Is that right, Dr. Evans?" His voice rose on the last two words and she cringed, certain someone would hear. "Jack, Please!" "You know what I want? I want to hire you, Lacey. I want to have you for an hour or two. What's that going to cost? What do you get?" "Oh God. I don't know. Please keep your voice down! Three hundred, four hundred dollars. Sometimes more..." "And sometimes less?" Shattuck laughed and stood up. He threw some money on the table and handed her her coat, then took her arm and practically lifted her from her chair. "Now come along Doctor Evans.I know you don't want to make a scene with all these people around." "Jack...!" But he was determined. He almost carried her along to the back door as Lacey struggled to at least get her coat on, then out into the parking lot. The streets were wet, the mist had turned into fog. Water gurgled down the gutters and drains as he marched her along past the puddles, back to the far side of the lot, the dark side, next to an abandoned warehouse. "Jack! Jack! What do you think you're doing?" He pulled her up next to an old Nissan and spun her around to face him. His rough treatment caused the top button in her blouse to open, exposing the top of her breasts in her white shelf bra, but he wasn't looking at her tits. "Down, Dr. Evans. On your knees." "God, Jack! No! Are you crazy?" "Down, Lacey. There we go." He pressed her arm down till she had no choice but to fall to her knees on the wet pavement. Her knees got wet she wasn't thinking about her knees. She should be horrified¬—she was horrified--but wasn't this some kind of justice too? And wasn't she just a little bit excited, a little bit turned on, by his anger and strength? His hand was at his zipper. There was a burst of laughter from the bar as some men walked in, and then the meat of his cockhead was pressed against her lips. He was already turgid and semi-aroused as he pressed against her mouth. Lacey turned instinctively away and Shattuck grabbed her hair. The wig came off in his hands and he threw it down, then grabbed her real hair, honey-blonde and plaited tightly against her head to accommodate the wig. She was Nikki no longer but Doctor Lacey Evans, and that only seemed to excite him more. It excited her too. She was the doctor now, the famous relationship expert, and her cover was blown, her secret was out. Doctor Evans, Nikki the whore, they were one and the same and she was down on her knees in the wet parking lot letting him smear his cock all over her face. "Do it!" he hissed. "Right here! Just like this! Don't pretend you don't know how to suck a cock, Doctor!" No. She would show him. She knew how to fellate a man and bring him off. She was an expert at cock-sucking. And that's what she would do. She'd suck his cock and let him cum. And then, as he leaned against the car gasping and spent, she'd just pick herself up and walk away, turn her back on him and get in her car and drive off, leaving him as she left all her conquests. If he talked, who would believe him? Lacey opened her mouth and extended her tongue, taking him in as if she were taking communion, some holy thing on her tongue. She knew what men liked--the groan of appreciation when he entered her mouth, the hum of pleasure, the soft choking sounds as she grabbed his ass and started to force him into her throat. Yes, she knew what he wanted. She'd bring him off nice and quick... Shattuck groaned and fell back against the car and Lacey went after him, redoubling her efforts. She drew back and used her tongue to tickle his sensitive frenulum, swirled it around the velvety glans, then impaled herself on his prick, forcing the head into her tight epiglottis. The pressure of the thick head made her eyes water and her nose began to run, but she kept it there, knowing he could feel her throat massaging him as she forced herself to swallow on the intrusive head of his dick. He wouldn't last long now. They never did. Marriage Counselor But Shattuck suddenly stood and jerked her around, grabbing her wrists and turning her so her back was against the cold metal of the car and he was facing her "Oh no!" he said. "I know what you're doing. All those little whore tricks to make me cum? All those little clever techniques? No, doctor. That's not what I want from you! What I want is this!" And still holding her wrists, he rammed his prick into her mouth the way he wanted—full in, mouth-raped. Her head was against the door. There was no way to retreat. His prick forced its way into her throat and she wasn't ready for it. She felt violated, used. She didn't like this so much. She didn't like the way he took control of her and was fucking her mouth with deep, angry strokes, forcing her head to thump against the window of the car. But there was nothing she could do. Her gagging and coughing weren't faked anymore, and Shattuck fucked her with a force and insistence she'd never felt from any of her johns. It frightened her, alarmed her. He was growing in her mouth, in her throat, getting huge, enormous. And at the point where she thought he must surely lose it and start spewing into her throat he suddenly pulled out. She coughed as his exiting cock laid strands of saliva and mucus across her chin and chest and then he pulled her to her feet and leaned her against the car. Lacey was breathless and dazed and felt strangely empty and incomplete, as if she'd been awoken from a dream she didn't want to end. "No," he said. "Not this way Not so easy." He held her arm as he opened the car door and pushed her in, and Lacey was too disoriented to resist. "You're good, Doctor, aren't you? You know all those little tricks and gimmicks. But that's not what I want. Tonight, I'm the teacher. Tonight we're going to do things my way!" Shattuck walked around to his side, opened the door and got in. She could have run. She could have just opened her door and run out, or screamed, or made some sort of scene. There was a rape whistle in her purse, and a vial of Mace, which she'd used before when a man got over-eager. But instead she sat rigid and still, watching him expectantly. It was partly fear, no doubt about that, but not a fear of harm, not a fear that he'd hurt her. It was a fear of the unknown. There was something she wanted from him, but it frightened her too. He gave her no time to think about it. He put the car in gear and pulled out. "Put your seat back." he said. Oh God! He wasn't going to fuck her in the car, was he? "Put it back! All the way! I want you lying down."" She did as he said, lying back in the seat till she was practically reclining next to him, vulnerable, supine, her head below the sill of the window. He took his eyes from the road long enough to glance at her, then reached down and roughly pulled her skirt up, working it up her thighs. "Jack...!" The skirt was snug and wouldn't clear her hips, but he looked angry enough to rip it off her if she didn't co-operate so she lifted her bottom off the seat to allow him to push the skirt as high as he wanted; above her hips, above her crotch, exposing the sheer scrap of black pantie that protected her sex. She didn't know why she didn't stop him or refuse or at least put up some kind of fight. This was insanely lewd and obscene, lying there showing her panties and her naked thighs to him, but something deep inside her was thrilled. Something deep inside her knew this was the way she wanted to be treated. Shattuck drove with one hand on the wheel and one eye on the road, glancing down at her frequently to admire the way the street lights swept over her partially naked body. He hadn't expected her to be so obedient and follow his orders like this, but it was like he'd caught her between two personalities and she wasn't sure who she was or how to behave. At any rate, he wasn't complaining, and he didn't intend to give her time to regain her balance. "Put your hands above your head," he ordered." Hold onto the headrest with both hands. Now spread your legs. No, not like that. Your knees, Spread your knees!" "Jack please..." "Jack please what?" he mocked. "You gonna tell me you never did this for any of your dates before? You gonna tell me you never gave them a little show to get their interest and get their juices flowing? Just how long have you been playing this game, Doctor? How long you been out hooking on the side?" She closed her eyes and turned her face from him but remained in that humiliating position of legs spread, arms up, skirt bunched around her waist. "It's none of your business, Jack. What I do with my personal life..." "Don't give me that shit, Dr. Evans! Not while you're sitting in that office all day long telling your clients how to be rational and logical about their love-making and polite and respectful and then you go out whoring at night fucking anything that moves--" He turned suddenly and looked down at her, a light of instant understanding in his eyes. "That's just it, isn't it? It's all about control for you! All that talk in your office about being reasonable and working things about. All this playing hooker for the johns you pick up. You're always in control, aren't you? You couldn't let go if you tried. That's what you keep coming out here for. You're looking for the one guy that'll make you lose control but you never find him. You never find him because when you do find the one guy who can do that you get scared and run away!" "Oh please! Spare me the dime store analysis, Jack! Give me at least that much credit!" She had a lot of nerve saying anything like that given the position she was in, but even so it made him smile. He reached down and slid his finger against her slick panties, making her jump, and then before she had time to recover he pushed the garment to the side and slid his finger partway into her. "No!" She screamed, but her struggles were minimal and his finger felt little resistance as if slid in up to the second knuckle. Dr. Evans was wet and lubricated, and the feeble way she clamped her legs together was as more from surprise than from any sort of pain or sudden outrage. "Keep your hands where they are, Dr. And keep your knees apart!" Lacey whined through her teeth but found herself powerless to disobey. It was totally humiliating and degrading, but there was still much of Nikki in her, and this was just the kind of thing Nikki liked: that lustful violation and perversion. He'd been right with his easy analysis. She craved the danger, and it wasn't just the danger of sex with strangers It was the danger that one of them would see through her and break down her defenses and free this terrible sexual need she knew was buried inside. His finger was moving inside her and Lacey tried not to move. She tried to keep her hips still and her face impassive as if he were just another john, pawing over her with his clumsy hands. But she couldn't relax. His anger excited her and made her feel out of control. The slow, almost contemptuous way he twisted his finger around in her pussy thrilled her and made her bite her lip. No! Too much! She was making it too easy for him. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. She clamped her legs together and turned to him in one last attempt at reason: "Jack, Jack... Okay, look, I know you're upset. You're angry. But this isn't the way to deal with it. And I'm really not the one you're angry at, am I. You're angry at Jeannie, you're angry with yourself--" "Oh, I'm angry with Jeannie, Doctor. But there's plenty left over for you too. For nine weeks we've been coming to your sessions and listening to you spout absolute nonsense and what did it get us? My marriage is over. My wife spends her time on the sofa at her parents' house watching Judge Judy and crying and making lists. Lists of what she wants from a relationship. Lists of what she wants in an ideal man. Lists of needs she has. Lists of things she hates about me...! " Thanks for that list idea, Doc. That's been one big fucking help! As if anyone really knows what they really want. Lists and lists and lists! Then she tears them up and starts all over again. You've got that woman so confused she couldn't find her ass in the dark with both hands!" "You're upset by her new independence, Jack?" He glared at her and gave bitter laugh. "No. I'm upset that I was stupid enough to take marriage advice from a woman who's never had a husband and sexual advice from a woman whose main source of pleasure involves dressing up and playing a whore!" Lacey shut up. He had found her out fair and square and she'd lost all credibility with him, all moral authority. Her thoughts turned to escape and ways to protect herself. "Where are you taking me, Jack? Where are we going?" "Well I'm not sure, Doctor. Where do you usually take your tricks? Some cheap hotel you fancy? Out in their cars or in the alley? A stall in the bathroom of some club? "I know!" His smile was more of a leer. "Your office! It's perfect! No one there this time of night, nice comfortable couch, that soft plush carpet, big wide desk... That's where you go isn't it? You fuck your johns in the same room where you fuck your patients." "Stop it Jack! Think of what you're doing! You're not being rational!" "No, I'm not, am I?" He took a sharp right around a corner, the tires skidding slightly on the rain-slick street. He leered at her. "Exciting, isn't it?" He hit the gas and in no time they were there. She'd chosen that bar because of its closeness to her office. Jack pulled into a spot next to the building and got out, came around and grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her seat. She knew her building. She knew the hallways and stairways and exits, and thought she'd have a much better chance to escaping him here, but everything was happening too fast. He hustled her along as she stumbled in her four-inch heels. It was like being swept up by a tornado or caught n a flood. There was no resisting him. There was no question of breaking away. Into the abandoned lobby and onto an elevator, no security guard in sight. Shattuck was wrong about her using the office for sex. She wasn't that stupid to link her whore persona with her professional identity. Men always invited her up to their rooms, and that's where she'd beguile them and pleasure them and make them think she was the best piece of ass in the world--the best fucker, the best sucker, the best moaner and groaner and comer, and all of it was faked. The thought of being raped in her office filled her with a nameless dread. Shattuck looked at his watch. "It's ten after ten," he said. "I want you to keep track of the time so I can pay you afterwards. I want this to be just like a date with any other one of your tricks, so I want to pay you afterwards. Just like I pay for therapy. And by the way-- which do you charge more for, Doctor Evans? Sex or talk? I hope it's sex, because your talk isn't worth shit." The elevator stopped and he dragged her down the hallway to her office door. "Open it." Lacey keyed the door and Shattuck pulled heir inside, then into her inner office, her consultation room. It was dim inside, quiet and sedate. The desk lamp was the only light, but still the room exuded that air of calm and tranquility she'd designed into it, only now she was anything but tranquil and calm. She'd been dressed as Nikki or one of her other girls here many times, but never under the threat of immanent sex, or worse. Shattuck peeled her coat down off her arms. "Sit down, doctor, behind your desk, just like we're going to have a session. I always liked that chair. Herman Miller, isn't it? Big, imposing, even intimidating. It's like your throne. That's where I want you to sit." Lacey did as he said, seating herself nervously in her big expensive executive chair. Shattuck took the very chair he'd been sitting in earlier and dragged it around behind her big teak desk so he could see all of her. He threw off his coat and jacket and made himself comfortable, stretching his legs out and folding his arms over his chest. "Now, Doctor Evans, why don't we have a nice, reasonable discussion about our needs and what we hope to get from this encounter? Isn't that what you'd suggest, Doctor? That we treat sex in a mature and rational manner like two adults? Let's talk about just what we're going to do here tonight. Why don't you describe to me your deepest sexual desires and expectations, Lacey? Here. I'll make a list. I know you like lists. Then we can negotiate." He took one of her legal pads from her desk and found a pen. "Good. Now, what are you hoping to get out of this session, Lacey? Do you want to orgasm? Do you want to suck my cock? Or are you just looking for a little physical affection and some cuddling? Protracted foreplay? Tenderness? Coital orgasm, or maybe oral, or manual? So many different things to discuss! Breast play? Are your breasts erotically sensitive Doctor? Do you enjoy nipple play, or does that just leave you cold?" "Jack...!" Lacey was blushing. She was either embarrassed or excited and she couldn't tell which. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and inexplicably aroused. "Take the pins out of your hair, Doctor. We're done with the wig." She didn't move. Shattuck smiled and looked at his watch. "Ten eighteen. You're on the clock, doctor, and I'm waiting." She took the pins and clips from her blonde hair and shook her hair free. She had beautiful hair, rich, thick, and pure honey blonde, but she usually wore it up to make herself look more professional. But now it hardly mattered. Shattuck was impressed. He couldn't hide it as he watched her hair tumble around her shoulders. Lacey could see it in his eyes as she boldly gazed back at him. Shattuck smiled. "Very nice. You do like your little disguises, don't you, Doctor?" He gestured with his chin. "Now pull up your skirt." Lacey could feel that sense of control returning to her, that power over his desire. She grasped the hem of her skirt and watched him as she slowly drew it up over her thighs, over her stocking tops, and then higher. She drew it up slowly, as if it was a theater curtain or an unveiling, finally stopping when she could go no higher and she knew he could see all the way up to the shadows that hid her thong. Shattuck was staring hard now, making no pretense at coolness. His anger had turned into something else. "Open your legs." Lacey kept her smile to herself. She lay back in the chair and scooted her butt forward, and slowly parted her thighs, watching his face. It was lewd and obscene, exposing herself like this, but the look on his face was worth it. She was still caught between Nikki and Lacey, and Nikki was winning. Nikki loved whoring for a man who appreciated it She slid forward further till she was almost reclining, her butt on the edge of the chair, her shoes flat on the floor, her knees splayed wide. She knew what she must look like with the dark stockings framing the fair pale skin of her upper thighs and black thong fully exposed and stretched tight with the meat of her bulging labia and it excited her too. There was a little fire in her belly now, a little glow like she felt when she had a john totally under control. The trick was to make him feel that he was in charge, that he was calling the shots. "Your shirt," Shattuck said drily. "Open it. All the way." Opening her blouse revealed her naked breasts in their little white shelf bra, her nipples taut and shiny with expectation, the areolas virginal pink. She heard the tiniest groan from Shattuck's lips, a groan of erotic pain, and she knew she had won. He wanted her. He wanted what she had, and that put her in control. "Now play with yourself, Doctor. Play with your pussy. Keep your hands outside your panties. Touch yourself through the fabric." Yes, she would. It seemed almost natural to let her hand drift down over her naked tummy and slowly caress her moist slit. She dragged her red nails over the silky thong, enjoying Shattuck's feverish breathing and unwavering stare. Her fingers felt good. She wasn't worrying about Lacey or Nikki. He knew. Her secret was out and she didn't have to pretend anymore. For the first time they were both her and she groaned aloud with the salacious realization, reveling in the joy of her shame revealed and accepted. It made her incredibly aroused and she began to slowly grind her hips into the chair as her fingers toyed with her awakening clit. The muscles of her thighs flexed and relaxed. Her tummy trembled when she hit that selfish little nub just the right way, pleasuring herself for his pleasure. Shattuck was still sprawled in his chair and the outline of his big hard cock was screamingly evident, the big male gorilla in the room and, barely under his control. "Take your clothes off," he said, sitting up. "All of them. Panties too. Leave your shoes and stockings. They remind me you're my whore." He stood up and stripped off his clothes, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks and tie and shirt but leaving his pants on, as if denying her a look at what she wanted so much. Lacey quickly slipped out of her jumble of clothing, then set about undoing her garters so she could get her panties off. She felt a sudden twinge of panic seeing this near-naked man in her office. Physical intimacy of any kind was strictly forbidden in therapy, the sin of sins. And yet here she was, naked in her chair with her legs spread shamelessly, surrounded by her books and diplomas and awards and certificates, and she was about to get fucked. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her tits ached to be sucked. She needed his rough hands on her, his selfish kisses and hungry moans. She was empty inside with a gnawing hollowness, and she needed the hardness of his anger to fill her, the fury of his dirty male lust. Shattuck's cock had spotted his pants but he seemed in no hurry. He picked up his tie and walked over to her, leaning over so her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair was right below his gaze. He slid the tie around her neck. "You've heard plenty from Jeannie about what I'm like in bed," he said. "Doesn't that scare you?" She'd heard. She'd heard about the ropes and cuffs and gags, about Jack Shattuck's sexual proclivities. "You won't hurt me," she said. She stated it as a fact, though she had no idea why. But she knew it was true. "No, I won't. But I won't kiss your ass like some of your two-hundred dollar tricks either. I know you now, Doctor. I think I might even know you better than you know yourself." As he spoke he slid the tie around her neck, passed the small end over the long, and with a few deft moves tied a perfect Manhattan knot. He snugged it tight against her throat. "One must always keep up appearances, Doctor. One must always maintain one's professional image." She heard his zipper going down and she felt a chill down her spine. He wasn't like her other johns. He was teasing her, not falling all over himself to get his cock in her. He wasn't slavering and drooling all over her pussy as he tried to eat her into orgasm. He was in charge and he knew who she was and he had all the time in the world. He pulled up on the tie, pulling into an upright position. Her eyes went to his face and saw that the anger had returned. No-- Not anger against her as a therapist. A man's anger for the woman he wants, anger against the crippling force of his own desire. Then his cock was against her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth. "Play with yourself," he said. "Masturbate. You're my whore now, so masturbate while you suck me. Show me how you love it." Yes. Yes! Her hand went to her pussy. She was wet, greasy, famished for cock. The tie around her neck excited her. His strength excited her. The way he held her like a bitch on a leash and told her just what to do, just like she was no better than an animal. The big dick plunged into her throat and Shattuck hissed with pleasure. The head stuck in her gullet like a plum, and that excited her too. She was naked with her legs spread sucking and slavering over a client's prick in her own professional office as her cunt dripped all over her fingers and it was glorious. Delicious. Dirty and filthy and sublimely glorious. Marriage Counselor He tilted her head back so he could look into her eyes as he fed his cock into her obedient mouth, and Lacey let herself be used, loving the way he moaned and shuddered. Shattuck tenderly brushed her hair out of her eyes and caressed her face. "Yes, Doctor. That's the way to suck. With your heart and not your brain. Make it feel good to yourself. Love the feel of that dick in your mouth, that's all you need. Forget what your fucking books say. The best sex is always selfish and just a little bit shameful." Lacey moaned. She'd always been a mystery to herself, with parts she'd had to hide and control, but he knew who she was, and now he wasn't letting her. The more he took control of her, the more it felt like freedom, and so she sucked him, and sucked, wiping his big cock all over her face, painting herself with his pre-cum. Shattuck took a step back but kept her leash tight, pulling her out of the chair and forcing her to get on her hands and knees on the plush carpet. She chased after his cock, needing that hardness in her mouth, but he used the tie to lead her out into the middle of the floor as she whined and groaned like a bitch in heat. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her onto his prick again and she sucked him in with servile gratitude and hunger. "Oh, fuck yes!" he moaned. "That's the way." Lacey'd never been so wildly excited by the feel of a man's prick in her mouth before: his weight and hardness, his angry virility. He was fucking her mouth like he meant it, punching his prick into her mouth like he wanted to cum right in her stomach. He gripped her hair so tightly that tears came to her eyes, and the pain excited her. "Oh God, you hot little bitch," he whispered. "You gorgeous slut! Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck you!" Oh yes, she wanted it. She was dying for it, for his hardness inside her, the weight of his male body on top of her, the frenzied thrusting of that engorged cock. She wanted it all, whatever he wanted to do to her: that selfish, irrational, greedy and impassioned male sexuality. She wanted his pain inside her. Shattuck reached over her and smacked her on the ass, hard enough to sting and make her jump. "I asked you a question, Doctor! Now answer me!" Lacey groaned around his cock: "Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me! Please! Please!" He spanked her again, just to hear her squeal. He pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbed her arm. "Up!" She staggered to her feet while with one sweep of his arm he cleared one end of her desk, sending files and journals crashing to the floor. He took her by the armpits and lifted her onto the desk, and before she could even lie back or get comfortable his cock was pushing into her, hard and incredibly thick. "Oh! Oh! Oh God!" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tried to slow his penetration, but he would not be denied. He was big! Oh, he was so fucking big! His cock was hard and throbbing and as angry as his lust. Devouring her from the inside. She dug her nails into his back and bit down on his shoulder against the pain, that delicious, necessary pain. It was a pain she'd never felt when she was Nikki or Angelina or any of her other substitutes. With her tricks it had only been discomfort. But now for the first time she wasn't in disguise. She was Doctor Lacey Evans, Ph.D., and she was getting fucked on her own desk in her own office. Jack gripped the cheeks of her ass and slid her towards him, impaling her on his prick, and they both cried out together as he filled her completely, utterly, stretching her and stuffing her full of himself. Lacey raised her knees and pressed them trembling against his ribs, trying to ease the pressure, and they both froze, each holding the other in a death grip. They were afraid to move, afraid of the pleasure it would bring, till Jack grabbed her hair again and turned her face to his kiss. A searing, selfish kiss, open-mouthed and gasping, breathless, their tongues slithering over each other as he began to fuck her, slowly pulling his cock out of the tight suck of her pussy and then pushing it back in, steadily increasing the length and speed of his stroke till Lacey pulled her head back and cried out in a tremulous pre-orgasmic rush of bliss. Shattuck held her tight and stood stock still as she shuddered. "You still want to discuss this rationally?" he whispered, his lips against her ear. "Do you still think—" "Oh God, Jack! Please! Not now! Just fuck me. Fuck me! Please! God, you feel so good! You don't know how much I need this!" "Yes," he said, starting to move again. "Yes. You see? You understand now? This is what it's about. It's not about being rational or making sense. It never makes sense. It's not something you can reason with, or make lists about, or discuss in doctors' offices. It's just this, fucking like this, wanting to be violated and violate in turn, wanting to be forced, used, taken, enjoyed. It's about needing to be touched in the most indecent way, about having someone reach inside you and pull out that thing you can never quite get to yourself.. It's about feeling! Don't you fucking know that?" His words gave her chills and make her quiver. She parted her legs and Shattuck plunged into her, planting his feet firmly on the floor so he could really sling his cock. He fucked her as she sat up, with her arms around his neck and her tits pressed against his chest. He fucked her lying down with her arms over her head and her ankles locked over his ass. He pushed it into her, beat her with it, made her groan and gasp and sob. He grabbed her ankles and held her legs apart, then pressed her knees back against her tits and fucked her like that, like she was nothing but pussy, leaning his weight on her and driving it deep, reaming her out. He fucked her and Lacey came. She came the first time as her whole body went liquid and she couldn't even breathe. She came a second time, crying out as her body went rigid, her muscles stiff and quivering. And then she lost all control, all will and resistance and became nothing but his vessel of pleasure and she came a third time, screaming and holding him tight as he exploded inside her, and the tears started pouring from her eyes. Marriage Counselor She moaned, almost whimpered as it began to go in, she had never felt anything so huge go inside of her pussy hole before, she later told me! She said out loud "Oh fuck it's so big!" as she lowered her twat down further and further until she was sitting on him. She looked up at me and said," kiss me, Oh kiss me Andy!" I did I started to French kiss my wife our tongues dancing and she started to ride! I kissed my beautiful wife,as she fucked his cock! She was bouncing up and down and kissing me with so much passion, it made my own dick throb even more! It didn't take long for her to start to cum and when Yvonne cums, she cums hard! She broke our kiss and said out loud "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!! Oh mmmmmmmmmmmm yes oh this cock is so good, so wonderful, oh Fuck me Jim, Fuck me!" As she started to squirt I looked back and I could see my wife's cunt juices started to drip from her pussy with his cock in her hole. At that point I couldn't take it any longer and I began to jack off hard and fast then I shot off too! I shot my load on my wife's face, I couldn't help it, as Jim said, "oh fuck baby, yes, here it comes!" As he started to flood my wife's vagina with his cream too! "Take it, oh take it Yvonne, take my cum into your hot pussy!" With that we all felt so good, and so nice, since the fire was on, we all lied there on the fur rug, with Jim telling us, "See how great marriage counseling can be?" We all smiled and with that he said, "Now we are going to set up weekly sessions where you and Yvonne come back, and well get together and have this type counseling ok?" I looked at my beautiful wife and she said, "oh yes I'd really like that Andy, and know you would too!" As I smiled at her and we kissed. Watching us kiss made Jim's big cock start to get very hard again and Yvonne said to me, "Andy can I have just one more time with his cock as you watch, before we go honey, please?" "I said of course babe I love you!" She replied "I love you too babe!" With that being said he stood my wife up and told me to lean back against the sofa, as I did he placed her open legs over my head as she leaned into the sofa with her ass up and he got behind her and pushed that big cock into my wife's wet open hole as I sat under her. She was moaning as he said, lick her cunt Andy, and lick your wife's clit as I fuck her from behind." I began to lick her cunt as he fucked her, and she started to go wild! She was moaning and yelling like I've not heard from her before, as he fucked my wife, I played with my cock, we were all getting pleased! Soon she began to buck her hips and she was cumming again, she began to squirt! He pulled out and allowed my wife to squirt on my face! All of her hot, wet, beautifully scented, pussy juices, flowing and squirting on my face! It was incredibly awesome! After she came hard, he turned her around, lied her down spread eagle, and he began to fuck my wife! Fucking her hard, thrusting in and out of her cunt hole until he said "Oh yes, he it come again, oh fuck I'm cumming again!" He pulled out and began to shoot his cream all over my wife's big tits! Even though he had just shot off earlier, he still had a nice sized load to coat my wife's big brown boobs with! I was throbbing hard at that point, so I moved between her legs and took his place. My cock sank very easily into my wife's hot, wet, used, open fuckhole and it felt so good! Oh her pussy was drenched with her juices, I leaned down and began to suck my wife's big tits, as I pistoned my hard cock in and out of her fucking twat! I didn't hold out long, as I was so excited, I too then shot off again, burying my own seed deep into her well fucked pussyhole! That was so nice, so hot, and so erotic! We loved it! Now we both look forward to our marriage counseling sessions with Jim! I would recommend this to any husbands who have a hot, sexy, wife too!