Therapist Code Stroking

Therapist Code Stroking

By GreenWolf560

©April 5, 2025

Mandy came into her therapy office that she shared with three other therapists. It was a small office, but it had everything all the therapists needed. Each one of them had their own desk even though the office was small. The therapists were assigned to be lead therapists for certain clients. For some reason, she couldn't get herself to stop thinking about a client she had started seeing a few weeks ago. Normally, she'd have old, wrinkly people or very unattractive people as her clients. However, John, her new client, was different. He was in his mid 30's and unlike most of her other clients, he seemed like he took showers every day. She set her bag on the desk and sat down in front of her computer. Right before she was about to put her earbuds in, she heard her landline phone she had on her desk ring.

"Hello, Beauty Life Institute, Mandy speaking." Mandy picked up the phone when she heard it ring. Her voice was very sweet, soft, and welcoming; the perfect voice for a therapist.

"Hi Mandy." She recognized the voice. It was one of her clients.

"Hi John." she said. Mandy was a lead therapist for John. For all the main aspects of therapy, he'd go to her. And she'd be the one to call if something went wrong unless she was absent. She also saw him once a week for goals.

"Mandy, I have been having thoughts. And I was just thinking if I could just get a release while you listened on the phone it would totally help me get rid of my stress I have."

"What do you mean?" Mandy asked. 'What could he possibly mean by that?' she wondered.

"Um, this is hard for me to ask you, but uh, can I jack off to you?" John asked nervously. Mandy was shocked he actually asked that, but as a professional therapist, she couldn't show judgement which included shock. Normally, she would be opposed to something like this, but she found John's voice attractive, and she recalled him as the most handsome active client in the therapy program. However, Mandy could not have straight up phone sex or even make it obvious she was allowing him to jack off on the phone during the time they were on the phone, so she really had to play this creatively and choose her words wisely and just hope that John could keep up.

"Yes, I do think that's a good coping skill to use." Mandy told him.

"Oh.. uh.. REALLY?" John asked surprised.

"Yeah. And the sooner, the better." she said. She glanced at two other therapists who were in the small room with her. They weren't looking in her direction, but they were certainly close enough to hear her.

"Oh, thank you, Mandy!" John said through the phone. Mandy could hear on the other end that John unzipped his pants. He took a bottle of lotion and squirted some on his hand and started to stroke his cock. "Mandy, Mandy, oh yes, oh Mandy!" John moaned out as he continued to stroke his cock while he was on the phone with his therapist. John moaned more through the phone and sensed that his therapist was listening attentively. The more he imagined his therapist on the phone listening to him, the louder and more intense his moans became.

"Is it OK if I call you 'slut' while I jack off to you, Mandy? Is it OK if I call you a whore?" Mandy felt her arousal intensify as she envisioned her handsom client calling her those dirty names. She couldn't help but let out a short, quiet, breathy moan.

"Yes. I do fit those qualifications." Mandy said. John was pleasantly surprised how good his own therapist was at telling him dirty things in a way that seemed totally appropriate to anyone listening to her, but having him know it was hot and sexy to him. He has been in her office before, so he knows she shares the small office with other therapists, and sometimes they are there at the same time, and other times she's there by herself. John figured that since his therapist was talking in code, one or more of the other therapists must be there, and it actually made him even more aroused thinking she was basically having this phone sex session, even though somewhat discreet, with her therapist-roommates there in the same room as her. John stroked himself even faster and harder trying to make himself cum.

"You're making such good progress, John."

"Oh, Mandy! It feels so good! Mandy, can I cum?" John asked.

"You can cum to therapy as much as you want."

John then stroked himself as hard and as fast as he could, moaning Mandy's name louder and louder. Mandy felt her nipples harden, and nervously glanced at the other therapists in the room with her. Fortunately for her, they were just typing something on their respective computers and were facing away from her.

Mandy then felt a warm and wet dampness in-between her legs she couldn't ignore. She couldn't just take off her clothes and finger fuck herself, after all, there were two other therapists in the room. The therapist that wasn't there was leading a therapy group. Mandy silently and quietly closed and opened her legs over and over to rub her cunt secretly.

John envisioned his beautiful therapist as best as he could from memory, and then imagined what she'd look like naked. He stroked his cock imagining his hand was her juicy therapist cunt and found even more pleasure knowing she was listening to him do it and even encouraging him to keep going. Mandy felt her pussy get more and more wet with her secret and silent method of getting herself off. John stroked and stroked his hard cock.

"You can cum whenever you're ready." Mandy said as she unknowingly increased the rhythm of her legs clapping. She wanted to moan in pleasure, but she held her moans back. It was almost like Mandy's body was on autopilot, feeling her thighs clap together creating friction to give her vagina pleasure. She pressed her lips together to help her hold in her moans.

"Um, are you OK, Mandy?" One of the therapists who share an office with her asked. Mandy turned her head, and her eyes for a split second, gave away that she was shocked. It seemed to Mandy that her co-therapist picked the absolute worst time to interrupt. Mandy felt like she was just about to get her panties really wet; which is what she wanted, but she had to stop her secret masturbation method to not draw attention to herself and to answer her question.

"Yeah, why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

"Because you're fidgeting. And you're breathing hard." Mandy then realized the harder it was to hold in her moans, the more heavy her breathing got. Apparently, pressing her lips together to stop the moans, just made her breathe through her nose more rapidly and most likely, more loudly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Katie. I.. uh, I must have just had too much coffee this morning. That's all."

"Ah, OK. Yeah that happens to me sometimes too." Katie said and then turned back to her computer. 'That was close,' thought Mandy.

"Are you still there, Mandy?" John asked on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm still here, John. Katie just asked how I was. So go ahead, John. Continue telling me about your.. uh.. coping skill." John continued to stroke his hard cock.

"Yes, yes, oh therapist! Yes, therapist! Oh fuck yeah, therapist!" John said stroking his cock fully embracing the fact his therapist was on the phone with him telling him it's totally OK he's jacking off to her while on the phone with her.

He imagined his therapist, Mandy, laying on her back on her desk, while he penetrated her cunt in and out with no condom. He imagined his back being held and caressed with her hands as she allowed him to fuck her on her therapist desk.

John groaned imagining her voice whispering his name. He felt his moans become more breathy the longer he continued. He was determined to make himself cum while he was on the phone with his hot therapist. "Oh, Mandy, you fucking slut therapist! Take it!" John moaned louder and louder. In his room there was no one around, so unlike Mandy at the time, he could get as loud as he wanted. "You filthy whore, Mandy!" John gave a few more breathy moans. "Throughout the week I'm going to jack off while imagining me fucking you in ALL THREE of your holes!"

"It's great that you are thinking about diverse distraction techniques."

"I'm thinking about sticking it in your mouth right after I cum in your pussy, so you could taste your own pussy juice." John said as he now pictured his hand was now his therapist's mouth.

"Visualization Meditation is a great way to relax." Mandy glanced over at the two other therapists in the room, but made sure she didn't look nervous as she did it. Luckily, part of her therapy training was getting the ability to hide emotions and feelings. 'The coast is clear. The other two therapists didn't notice or suspect a thing this time.' Mandy thought to herself.

"Then I want to imagine you on all fours while you take my dick in your tight ass and make you moan like crazy." John said as he now moaned like he didn't care if the neighbors heard him. Loud breathy moans echoed through his room. He felt his cock throbbing practically begging for a release.

"You're making so much progress." Mandy told him. John never felt better while on the phone before and he was absolutely loving this.

"I want you to cum for me, John." Mandy told him.

"Mandy, our clients are supposed to come for us to help them. Not the other way around." said the other therapist in the room named Chelsea.

"Oh, yes, Chelsea. That's what I meant." Mandy told her.

"Whoa, Chelsea and Katie are there in the room WITH you? Fuck! That's hot! I wish I could fuck you while they watch!" Mandy allowed John to stroke a few more times before she responded.

"Um, I prefer, one on one sessions." she said.

"You're the only therapist that could ever make me feel this good!" John said as he started to now rub his balls to get a more of an all around sensation.

"I'm glad I could help you with your journey." Mandy said. "Are you close?"

"Is he on the way here?" Katie asked.

"Um, no, Katie. I'm helping him get through a tough time."

"Oh, sorry."

"John. John, are you close? Are you close to..." Mandy had to think for a bit. "... putting your mind at ease?"

"Yes, Mandy, I'm so fucking close! I wish I could hear you moan one day! But can't now because I know you're at work with co-workers around you, but I could imagine."

"We'll work on expressing that in our next session."

"Right now I'm imagining you moaning. Your sexy calm voice, moaning out my name, giving me breathy moans while I pound that pussy of yours!" At this point Mandy could even hear the slippery strokes of John's hand that was moistened from the lotion.

"Sounds like you're almost there."

"Oh fuck yeah! Therapist, therapist, oh therapiiiiist!"

He stroked faster and faster. The sensation on the skin of John's penis and the head of his cock was getting more and more intense. John felt it was feeling so good it couldn't get any better, so he knew he was about to explode. Mandy enjoyed the loud, careless moans John let out. With the way John was moaning, Mandy could tell he was close. Then, finally, John grunted as he shot a huge load of cum allowing himself to orgasm as much as his body let him. He enjoyed watching his own cum shooting into the air before it splattered on the floor of his room. He was amazed at the distance it shot up this time since he never shot a load of cum that high from pleasuring himself. If he did, he definitely didn't remember it.

"Mandy, I came. It was a huge load. Thank you." John said to his therapist.

"John, it sounds like you stuck with your goal and didn't give up. And it sounds like it paid off too." Mandy told him. "I am sooo proud of you for reaching your goal. Good job."

"Thank you so much, Mandy. You're the best therapist EVER!" John told her with his voice clearly being out of breath. "So, I'll see you next week?"

"Yes, of course, John. I'll see you next week. Have a good day." she said and then hung up the landline phone. Mandy felt like her pussy was on fire from holding in her hormones so long while she was on the phone with John, but couldn't pleasure herself without getting the attention of Katie and Chelsea.

Mandy set the phone down, her hand trembling uncontrollably, knowing she couldn't hold on to this burning desire of pleasuring herself any longer.

Mandy rushed to the staff women's restroom, slipped into a stall, and locked the door. She pulled her pants and panties down, closed her eyes and let out an exhale of relief. It felt good to be able to not have to hold in heavy breathing with coworkers just 2 or 3 feet away from you in the same room. Her fingers slipped inside her greedy cunt, slick with need, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. It was almost as if her pussy was controlling her right now. If her pussy could talk, it would probably say, "You need to take care of me before you do anything for yourself."

She quickly used her fingers to finger fuck herself and made herself cum as fast as she could, and then licked her cum off of her fingers. With her pussy now satisfied, she then felt super relaxed; more relaxed than she could ever remember, and she was ready to take on the day no matter what was thrown at her.