I’ve been seeing a psychiatrist the last few months about some sexual issues. A new boyfriend mentioned some things that stirred up old memories I’ve found hard to think about. Of course he wanted all the details as to what it was that was bothering me. I told him, I was so embarrassed about it. He said he felt some “hands on treatment” might help me better get over things. I was too unsure as to what to say in response, so I said nothing, which he took as my acquiescing to him. I let him do as he wanted without protest.
He advanced towards me and began to undress me and then himself. He lowered himself down onto me on the couch in his office and told me he’d make the shame all go away. I was uneasy, but decided he ultimately knew what was best for me. To my surprise, it all started to feel good. I just let it happen and reveled in it. I soon found myself aroused and getting into it. He was more than happy to please me and make me cum. He was getting pleasure too though, he was rock hard.
I could feel his cock inside of me all the way up to his balls, and he began to just pummel my pussy until I screamed out and creamed on his cock. He suggested I not tell anyone about our unorthodox “therapy session.” Of course I agreed. I did feel better after, he was such a good doctor. Not a bad lover, either. He knew just how to get me to relax, and it really worked. I was impressed with his methods. I was going to keep it just between us though. Not everyone would understand such methods. I can’t wait for my next appointment with him.
