Chapter 5
I am literally dying of arousal.
I’ve gone a week without masturbating before, but not since I started therapy with Dr. John. Sure, I could lie to him. I could get myself off and then tell him I did no such thing.
But I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that he’ll know.
And then he won’t fuck me.
Why I want my therapist to fuck me so badly, I can’t explain. If someone asked me, I wouldn’t be able to tell them. All I know is that I do. I crave his cock inside me like I’ve never craved anything else before.
My pussy is throbbing as I walk into his office.
His focus on the computer makes me want to scream, but I go and sit down on the couch like a good girl.
Today I’m wearing another dress. This one has a stretchy top that’s easy to pull down and a tight skirt that I have to tug on to keep from rolling up to my hips when I sit down.
Okay, so it’s more like clubwear than a daytime dress, but I don’t care.
After a moment, he looks up from the computer and nods, grabbing his clipboard. His suit today is a dark charcoal-gray with a silver-and-light-gray tie that matches the silver threads in his hair. I stare at him.
“Good afternoon, Traci,” he says, his dark eyes boring into me as he gets up from his seat and moves to the armchair across from me. “Did you masturbate this past week?”
“No, Dr. John.” I shake my head, unable to hide my eagerness. Even though I know he’s not going to fuck me right away. First, I have to get through my session with him.
A slight glimmer of a smile curves his lips. “Good girl.”
I squirm in place, pressing my thighs together.
It’s crazy how those two words can make my entire body feel like it’s on fire with need.
Especially right now when I’ve gone a whole week without masturbating.
Though I did have an orgasm – once – because I had a dream about Dr. John fucking me and I got so turned on that I came in my sleep.
I woke up in the middle of it, but I didn’t touch myself even then.
“Now stand up and take off your dress.”
The order doesn’t surprise me at all and I jump back to my feet, eager to obey. Eager to show him my body. Hoping it means the talking will end sooner, so we can get to the part of the session that I want.
“Come here.” He crooks his finger at me, putting the clipboard to the side. “Straddle my lap and put your hands behind your head.”
I almost whimper as I obey, my knees going on either side of his thighs, feeling the scrape of the fabric of his pants against the sensitive inner skin of my legs. My pussy no longer has any pressure on it, because my legs are spread too wide, and it’s making me crazy.
Dr. John leans back against the chair as I thread my fingers together against the back of my head, like he’s taking in the view of me atop him with my tits thrust out.
His hands come to rest on my stomach and slide up to my breasts, and I moan, arching my back and pushing them against his palms. His thumbs sweep over my hard nipples, sending a shock of electricity through my whole body.
“Now then,” he says as he gives my tits a casual squeeze, hard enough to make me gasp. “Let’s pick up where we left off last week.”
As if I can remember, especially when he’s got his hands on my tits and I’m straddling him but without the pleasure of having him inside me.
He leads me through his questions as I pant and moan, whimpering as he pinches my nipples and twists them.
When he sits up to suck one pert nub into his mouth, I almost explode in orgasm right then and there.
It’s like a haze of lust descends over me while he torments me, now using both his mouth and his hands.
I would do anything for him right now, if only he’ll let me come.
But what he wants me to do is talk.
I’m spilling everything to him now. Secrets.
Things I’ve never told anyone else before.
Feelings that I never wanted to acknowledge, even to myself.
The whole time, he keeps playing with my tits and I wouldn’t even know that he’s listening except that whenever I stop, he asks me another question.
Somehow, he is paying attention. Better attention than I am, that’s for sure.
When he finally stops playing with my tits, I’m dizzy with need.
“Good girl. Get up, Traci, and bend over my desk.”
I almost fall off of him, my legs struggling to work, my knees barely able to keep me up. If he’s bothered by my awkwardness, it doesn’t show on his face or in his demeanor.
I get myself into position, bent over his desk, my elbows braced against the hard wood, tits hanging down beneath me. The tips of my nipples brush against the cool, hard surface of his desk, extra sensitive after all the attention he paid them.
He moves around behind me and opens a drawer, pulling something out. I turn to see what he’s doing, but he’s moved too quickly. I do hear the rip of plastic opening and then something stiff and cool presses against my overheated pussy.
“Next week I’m going to fuck your ass,” he says, as if he’s letting me know it will be sunny next week. “Has your ass ever been fucked before?”
“What? No!” I’m aghast, and at the same time, horribly turned on.
I’ve never even let anyone put a finger or anything else there.
The thing at my pussy pushes in, making me cry out at the tapered width that grows larger and larger as it goes deeper, stretching me open. It’s not his cock, but it still feels good, and my muscles clench around it.
“I thought that might be the case.” He pumps the toy inside me back and forth, twisting it, sending all my nerve endings into overdrive and making it difficult to focus on his words. “That’s why I’m going to prepare you right now.”
I don’t have time to ask what he means before he removes the toy from my pussy and presses it against my virgin anus. I squeal, rocking forward, trying to get away from its wet tip, and he spanks my thigh, making me cry out again.
“Hold still, Traci. Trust me, next week will hurt a lot less if you’re prepared.”
That’s if I come next week. In my head, I’m already telling myself that this is obviously going to have to be my last session.
But he won’t fuck me this week if I don’t let him put this thing in my ass.
I close my eyes, clenching my jaw, and forcing myself to hold still as he begins to push it inside me.
To my surprise, it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
It’s not comfortable either, and I whimper low in my throat as my butt begins to stretch open for him, but it’s bearable discomfort.
It stings, it burns, I can feel it stretching me open, but it’s not the awful pain I expected.
It’s kind of hot, even though I want it to stop.
There’s something wicked about letting him push a toy into my body this way, defiling a hole that he’s not supposed to touch.
Not that he’s supposed to be touching me in any way. This is definitely not a therapy technique sanctioned by… anyone. But this way is against my own personal interests. Yet I’m letting him do it anyway, because I want him to fuck me and this is what he wants to do.
For some reason, that arouses me as much as anything else.
I can literally feel my wetness seeping down onto my thighs, I’m so turned on.
“Just a little more,” he murmurs, and I cry out as my bottom hole stretches and then snaps shut.
The thing is still inside me and I can feel that part of it is outside of me too, but at least my entrance isn’t so widely stretched.
I pant at the sensation of fullness. Having it inside me is…
very different from the usual fullness of having something in my pussy. “Good girl.”
He pats my buttcheek and I shudder, my muscles automatically clenching around the toy. Part of me wants to snap at him, but I hold it back. There will be plenty of time for that later, after I get my orgasm. After I get his dick inside me.
And letting him put that thing in my ass, without getting mouthy, is definitely to my benefit, because now he steps behind me and I hear the sound of his zipper.
Excitement thrums through me, and I lift my hips up, my body begging for his cock.
The toy in my ass has settled into place and most of the discomfort is gone, leaving behind the feeling of fullness. Which isn’t so bad at all.
Especially when he presses the tip of his dick to my needy pussy, his hands finding a firm grip on my hips, and thrusts in, hard and fast. I cry out as I rock forward on my braced forearms, my breasts swinging beneath me, nipples dragging across the wooden desk.
He’s hot and thick and hard inside me, and my pussy clenches around him, the slickness providing him with plenty of lubrication to ease his passage.
His low groan as he retreats and then thrusts again, bottoming out, makes me shiver. The sensation of his cock fully inside me, his body pressed against the toy in my ass, is shockingly pleasurable and I can feel my orgasm cresting already.
Then he pulls halfway out again and thrusts his hard cock back in, his fingers digging into my hips as he starts fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he has no concern for my pleasure, for whether or not I get off, and somehow that’s what pushes my climax over the edge.
I cry out, unable not to, as he pounds into me from behind, sobbing with the intensity of the pleasure that spirals through me. Every part of my body is exploding with fireworks, my nipples dragging across his desk, my pussy clenching around his cock, my ass squeezing the toy inside it…
The ecstasy is overwhelming and it just keeps going as he keeps fucking me. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, my body clenching over and over again. It feels like my climax is never going to stop and the intensity of my rapture is becoming almost painful.
Finally, just when I think I can’t take it anymore and I’m about to collapse on the desk, he buries himself inside me. I can feel him pulsing against my shuddering channel as spurt after spurt of his cum fills me.
I’ve never let anyone come inside me before, until now. It feels filthy and hot as he fills me full of his seed.
I hear his sigh of completion as my muscles quiver and relax, and I sag in front of him, barely held in place by his firm grip on my hips.
When he pulls away from me, my knees do buckle, but that seems to be what he wants. His hands have shifted from my hips to one holding onto my hair, so he can spin me around and pull my head back.
“Open up, Traci.”
His cock, soft and covered in our combined pleasure, is right in front of my face. I open my mouth like his good little slut and obediently start licking, tasting the mix of sweet and salty juices, cleaning them from his cock. I can feel some of it starting to leak down my thighs.
When he deems me finished, he steps back and reaches down to pull up his pants. He’s still mostly clothed. From the waist up, it doesn’t even look like it’s possible he could have just fucked a young woman senseless over his desk.
“I’ll see you next week, Traci,” he says, his tone dismissing me as he steps around me to get back to his seat.
“Wear the plug home. You can masturbate as much as you want this week, but only when the plug is in. Trust me, you’ll want all the preparation you can get before I fuck your ass next week – that plug isn’t nearly as large as my cock. ”
Hot and cold rushes through me as humiliation and arousal war within me.
As if I’m going to be back next week to let him fuck my ass.
I got what I wanted this week.
Grabbing my dress, I hastily tug it over my head and pull it down over my curves. My thighs are slippery as I tilt my chin up and stalk out the door.
I can feel the plug in my ass with every step.
But I promise myself this is my last session. I’ll ask for a new therapist. I don’t need Dr. John anymore. I got what I wanted out of him.