I lived in an urban area and decided to see a therapist due to stress. I went to one of the therapists at my college since it was convenient and inexpensive. During the initial interview he asked me if I masturbate. I was shocked at such a personal question on my first visit, and I asked why he was asking me that. He said that discussing my sexual history and likes and dislikes could reveal a lot about my personality, social relationships and background.
I admitted to him that I masturbate. He asked me to give him more details, such as how often, where I do it, and what kinds of things I fantasized about. I started to talk about these things and started to become a little aroused. My face started to flush and I could feel that my nipples were getting hard and erect. The therapist could see my nipples because I was wearing a tight top with a front zipper that I purposely kept pulled down so my cleavage was showing.
"I see that as you talk about this that you are getting aroused", he said. I shook my head and smiled shyly. "Why don't you get more comfortable and lie down on the couch?" I did as he suggested. "Continue with your memories and fantasies". I told him how much I love to put my big tits on a man's face and have them kissed and fondled. "What else do you like?"
"I love to tit fuck a man so that it is like my tits are a vagina". I could feel myself getting wet as I described this desire. "I also love to be spanked on a man's lap so that my big breasts are hanging down, swinging and hitting his knees. Then I like to be fucked from behind so my tits are continuing to get stimulated from the weight of them hanging down and moving. I love to be pounded roughly with hard thrusts in and out, over and over again. I then love to lie on my back with my legs spread-eagle and resting on his shoulders so he can fuck my wet and horny pussy."
The therapist noticed that I was lifting my pelvis off of the couch as I described the wonderful sex in my mind. "Go ahead and touch yourself". I put my shaking hand in my yoga pants, pulled them down and started to masturbate. I had the thought that this seemed like a strange things for a therapist to ask of his client, but I was too turned on to stop. I reached inside my wet pussy and brought my wetness to my now-erect clit. I went back and forth from my pussy to my clit until I started to moan. "Keep going", he directed. I pulled my top off and lifted my underwire bra up over my tits to that they were high up. I lifted my hips up as if to meet my fantasy man's large and hard cock. "Ohhhh!!!", I moaned. I started to wiggle my ass and lift by now-exposed tits up to heaven as I stimulated my horny clit. I felt I was giving my body to god in heaven...I started to cum with intense energy.
"Why don't you kneel on the couch and finish that fantasy?" I got on my hands and knees and lifted my ass up high to reach my partner's penis; I shook my ass and stimulated my clit with one hand and one of my breasts with the other.
The therapist could tell that I needed it bad. It is against the law for a therapist to have sex with a client, but the therapist told me he was going to do the thing that most resembled his fucking me. As I knelt there, ready for a good hard fuck the therapist showed me a large dildo. He started to stimulate my ass by spanking me; this almost made me cum. Then he stimulated my pussy with the realistic dick.
"Please fuck me with it now!" I almost pleaded and he sensed that if I had to beg for it I would get even more aroused. "Oh, give it to me! Ram it in hard!", I begged. He continued to tease me with it, touching my inner thighs. He turned on the vibrating button and made it grind against my breasts and then my pussy. "Oh God!! Fuck me now! Fuck it!" I was almost yelling. "Feed it to me!"
He started to put it in my pussy, then pulled it out to increase the suspense and make me even more hungry. He started to pound it in roughly, just as I had said I love. I felt it reach my g-spot. "Ooooo! Oh!". I was so close. I pushed my pussy back so he was deep inside. "I'm cumming! Cumming!" He pulled it out, turned off the vibration and let me lick my sweet and sour cum off of the glorious dildo.
I laid on my back on the couch. I felt a little embarrassed but also was so glad that he had broken the ice so that I could talk about anything in therapy.
"That was good for you, wasn't it?" he said, smiling. "Oh, God, yes! I didn't realize how much of my stress was because of holding in all of this sexual desire and energy".
"I suggest that you continue to come here, ideally 3 times a week". "Yeah, I think I need to come too." We set up 3 appointments for next week. I put on my clothes and touched up my now wet hair.
I walked out of the office and was already looking forward to my next visit, wondering what the therapist would have me work on next.
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