Therapy (part 1)

Lisa laid stretched out on the leather therapy couch of Dr. Logan Millan’s office. She stared at his walls, looking at the various certificates and degrees. She twirled her deep brown hair in her fingers.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you Dr. Millan.,” she spoke with confidence. “I lead a normal life. I’m a succesful attorney. I enjoy my job, I drive a fast car, I live in a beautiful home and men desire me. What more could a woman possibly want?”

“Then tell me why you are here.” he was handsome and around her age, mid-thirties.

“My friend suggested I talk to someone about my hobby.”

“Oh?’ his eyebrow and voice raises.

“Yes,” she pauses. :”You see, I’m a sex blogger.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I write erotica. Sometimes I write fantasies, soimetimes I share my real encounters and I often post nude pics of myself.”

Dr. Millan shifted in his chair, avoiding her eyes. Lisa could see this was making him uncomfortable, yet interested. “Poor guy”, she thought to herself. “I wonder if he’s ever had any fun?”

“Would you like to tell me more, Lisa? Why do you do it?”

” I do it for many reasons. Dr. Millan,” she sits up, facing him, looking him in the eyes. She sits straight and displays her confidence. Dr. Millan shifts again, but he holds her gaze. “I am a sexual woman, and behind this cloak of anonymity, I can write and say whatever I like. Sometimes I enjoy sharing my real stories. Sometimes I just want to write my erotica and I just love posting my nude pics for all to see. I love the feed back, I love the attention. I’ll admit it.”

“Tell me more… what do these people … these commentors do for you?”

Lisa smiles seductively and brushes her long hair from her face. She licks her dark pink lips ad places her hands on her knee. Her legs are crossed, her short jean skirt tight. “They arouse me, as much as I do them. Men and woman leave me delicious comments.”

“Such as?” Dr. Millan moves again in his chair. He uncrosses his legs. Lisa notices a slight twitch in his slacks. She grins. It seems he is very interested in what she has to say.

Lisa uncrosses her legs and places a hand on each thigh, running her fingertips up and down. Dr. Millan watches her as he listens to her speak. She speaks softly now, holding his attention.

“When I write about how my lover, last night, bent me over the bed and fucked my little pussy with his hard cock, I love it when men tell me they wish it were them fucking me till I scream in ecstacy. Woman tell me they want to be me. I love it. When I post pics of myself it’s an even bigger thrill.”

Dr. Millan clears his throat and shifts in his seat. The bulge in his pants grows bigger. His eyes watch Lisa’s hands as she moves them further up her thigh. With her legs uncrossed and her tight jean skirt he is able to see within and believes she is not wearing any panties.

“When I post pics of my pretty little wet pussy,” she opens her legs and Dr. Millan can see the delicate folds of her pussy. “I get excited when men write me how they want to dip their fingers and tongues into it. Or how they want to ram their cocks into me. Mmmm that I like. I like to be the submissive little slut, bent over the desk with a hard cock fucking me till I explode. Letting my cum drip down his cock and balls.”

Dr. Millan is silent. He doesn’t know what to say. This therapy session has taken a dramatic turn. Lisa quickly dips a finger into her pussy and then closes her legs. She gets up and walks towards Dr. Millan. Her heart is beating fast. She wasn’t expecting this at all. Here was an honest, innocent man, trying to help her obscession, but now she has captured his interest. His penis is erect and hard under his slacks. For the first time, she felt like taking control.

They look at each other and she leans in. She reaches for his reading glasses and takes them delicately off his face. He doesn’t resist, instead his breath quickens. She grabs his notepad and pencil and places them on the floor. Still he doesn’t resist.

“Dr. Millan, ” she doesn’t wait for a response. “I want you to place each hand on the arms of your chair. Under NO circumstances are they to be removed. Understood?”

He nods yes.

She watches him place his hands and then notices the gold band on his finger. Disappointed she asks, “Are you married?”

“Recently divorced.” he whispers.

Lisa is pleased with this. She so wanted to play, but would find it impossible if he were married.

“Then why wear the ring?” she leans in and he looks at her cleavage. She places a finger on his lips to silence him. “No please, let me take this one. You wear the ring because you were hoping it would still work out. You love her still. Obviously the divorce has just recently been finalized. Days ago perhaps… you wear the ring in hope. You left her didn’t you?”

He nods yes.

“You obviously loved her.. what was wrong?’

“I can’t tell you.” he looks away. She grabs his face with her hand, squeezing him.

“You can and you will.”

“Our sex life.” he whispers. “Oh this is getting good” she thinks to herself.

She hikes her skirt up and turns around, revealing her naked ass to Dr. Millan. She leans over and sits on him, letting her whole body rest against his chest, her lips resting in the crook of his neck, inches from his ear. She begins rubbing against his hard, erect cock. Giving him a sensual lap dance. His breathing bocomes rapid. He resists the urge to reach around and hold her breasts. She whispers in his ear, “You left your wife because she couldn’t fuck you the way you wanted it.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” he groaned. He couldn’t resist.

Lisa was becoming wetter with this play. She always loved having someone else use her for pleasure, but Dr. Millan was different. She loved using him. Playing with him. She felt the wetness build. She was grinding into him. The fabric of his slacks were entering the folds of her pussy. She continued her grinding, slowly panting into his ear. His breathing was becoming rapid, his penis was digging into her. His eyes were shut tight. His lips were pressed tightly, every once in awhile he would lick them.

“You left your wife because she couldn’t fuck you.”

Lisa rubbed harder against him. She felt him twitch beneath her.

“You were tired of making love to her pussy. You were tired of making love.” She buried her pussy into him She was getting so wet. She wanted to cream his pants. He twitched harder aginst her. He slowly rocked his hips harder against her, hoping that was allowed. Oh yes, she wanted to cream his pants, but she didn’t want to give him the benefit of knowing. She was going to cum and leave a mess behind. She continued her torture.

“You were tired of making love to her pussy.” That’s it she wanted to cum. “You wanted to….. FUCK (she emphasized each word loudly in hopes he wouldn’t catch her orgasm) … HER (grind) …. LITTLE (grind) ….. WET(grind)…. CUNT!(grind)” She came hard against him.. creaming his slacks like she wanted to. She felt his cock throb against her, his cock released his cum as she yelled the word CUNT, the fabric of his slacks catching it. He gritted his teeth and grunted his release.

Lisa lifted herself off of him and lowered her skirt. She walked over to the couch and retrieved her purse. She fixed her hair and checked her makeup in the mirror. She could look at him using the mirror. She took out her lipstick and as she put it on she said. “Dr. Millan, you have my contact information on file. If you think I need another session, why don’t you give me a call.” She smacked her lips and slid the lipstick back in her purse. She turned, blew him a kiss and quickly left the office.

Dr. Millan sat in the chair. He looked at the clock. Clever girl gave him 15 minutes to freshen up. He stood up and felt the wet mess on his pants. he enjoyed the sensation of his cum rubbing against his penis. His hand went to his crotch. What’s this? I nice creamy load was left on the front of his slacks. Oh she is a clever girl. He looked down at her open file as he made his way to the restroom. There it was.. her number.. staring him in the face…

~ by Mina on February 8, 2007.