The Therapist

"And then he refused, again, to take the garbage out."

"I had just come home from work. Can't I relax for five fucking minutes before you make me do chores? I'm the man of the house!"

I nodded thoughtfully at the two clients currently on the couch across from me. Bob and Ginny had been married for four years and were starting to feel the strain monotony can have on adults.

"A man, pfft! When was the last time you did anything without me asking you first?" Ginny continued on.

I allowed them to keep ranting at each other, jotting down useless notes on the yellow legal pad on my lap.

Chicken salad for lunch?

Blah blah blah.

Eventually, I cleared my throat, causing them to look up.

"Are you done?" I asked them.

They glanced at each other, Bob looking more guilty than Ginny, and nodded.

"Good," I said, clicking my pen shut. "Let's move on to today's treatment plan."

They nodded again, more eagerly this time.

"I think, based on the hostility seething through this room, a hate fuck is in order," I said, pressing my fingertips together to make a triangle shape. "Ginny, on your back, get into a submissive mindset. Bob, rut away all of that anger into her pussy."

They both immediately started to undress, Ginny finishing first. She quickly laid on the ground, assuming the position I had instructed. Once also naked, cock hard and bobbing as he moved, Bob joined her on the plush plum colored carpet.

"And... fuck!" I declared.

They did as I ordered.

My name is Dr. Greta Hansel and I'm a new type of therapist.

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I started my practice, Wicked Wellness, six years ago. My current set up was a far cry from how I started, a leased space in a medical office park with a small two person waiting room and one treatment room. Back then I had used handmade sound proofing panels to line the wall that I shared with an optometrist next door. While they didn't frown upon my methods, they did frown upon the noise level my patients made during their sessions.

My success got to the point that I could no longer take new patients, and had to hire additional like-minded individuals to support the demand of my eager clientele. I now had a full staff of twelve and my own building. Each room was professionally sound proofed as to not disturb other sessions. I had a full time receptionist, cleaning crew, billing department, and a waiting list for new patients. In fact it might be time to think about another expansion. Perhaps a second location a little farther north to reach more clientele.

I pressed the intercom button on my desk. "Parker?"

My receptionist's soft, cheerful voice chirped quickly through the speaker. "Yes Dr. Hansel?"

"Can you give Decker & Doyle a call and see if they can send a list over of properties that might suit us north of the highway, south of the county line please?"

"Yes Dr. Hansel," she said quietly and clicked off.

That done, I checked the clock. I had about five minutes before my next patient arrived. My current success allowed me to see as many, or as few, patients as I liked. This meant I could pick and choose my cases, letting the rest of my competent team to work their magic on everyone else. Patients were always paired with the therapist best suited to them based on their needs and the therapist's skill sets. I loved a variety of patients, that way I didn't get bored, just like Bob and Ginny, with the same thing over and over again.

I pulled up Jenny White's file on my computer and, even though I was very familiar with her case, read over my short summary of our last session. I was a professional after all.

Mild progress, did well with homework again. With the conditioning of her background, eager to please. Lonely, new job nerves, great tits. Needs to set more goals to continue progressing.

Right on the dot, I stepped into the waiting room, sending small smiles to each patient that made eye contact with me before saying, "Ready Jenny?"

The petite brunette nodded, picking up her tote bag and falling into stride next to me as we walked to my office.

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The curvy woman in front of me in her early thirties adjusted her cardigan and pulled the sweater closed, her arms crossing nervously against her chest. Jenny probably wasn't aware of it, but when she did that, her ample breasts plumped up even higher above the neckline of her modest shirt.

I clicked my pen, ready to jot down a note or two, and waited for her to meet my eyes.

"Well, Jenny, how are you feeling today?" I asked her when she finally did.

Jenny hesitated and then cleared her throat. "I'm okay."

I raised my eyebrows. "That's it? You're okay?"

She nodded, mashing her lips together.

Uncomfortable, I wrote down.

"Tell me what your week has been like since our last session," I told her. Jenny did well with clear instructions.

Another pause.

"Nothing really," she said and then started to talk. "I mean, it's been fine. The new job is okay. I like the kids, and the parents are nice too. Nothing crazy."

I made active listening noises as she rambled.

"Tell me more about the parents," I encouraged.

"Oh they're great so far. They're really appreciative of all the experience I have from the Catholic school and are letting me have free rein with the twin's curriculum."

"That's wonderful to hear, I'm sure you're providing them with an excellent supplemental education. And you're comfortable around them?"

She nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, no problems at all so far," she said.

"So far" x2 - worried about the future, I jotted down.

"Are they fucking in front of you yet?" I asked her bluntly, watching her face to see her reaction closely.

"O-o-oh, um, not quite, no," she stammered. "I mean I heard them moaning in the bedroom the other day when I was cooking the girls' lunch while they played outside. And then..." Jenny trailed off.

I raised my eyebrows, waiting patiently for her to continue.

"And then?" I prompted.

"I, um, I walked in on Mr. Cunnings going down on Mrs. Cunnings in the living room."

Jenny's face was beet red. But her pupils, well those were dilated.

"That sounds hot," I said, fanning my neck for dramatic effect. "Did you stay and watch?"

"Oh, um, I, I did for minute or so yes, but then the girls needed to be picked up from dance class so I had to go."

"Jenny!" I exclaimed, a big smile on my face. "I'm so proud of you!"

She grinned shyly back at me.

"That's huge progress!"

She smiled fully now and I could see she was proud of herself too.

Voyuer?

"Tell me what you watched," I encouraged. "And as always, feel free to touch yourself if you want to."

Jenny nodded and started talking quietly. "I had just finished folding a load of laundry for Mrs. Cunnings. They asked if I could do some light house work on the days that the girls have after school activities and since I would otherwise just be sitting around at home, I said yes," she explained.

I nodded and let her continue.

"Anyway, I came around the corner and there they were--naked," she swallowed and adjusted her position slightly on the overstuffed loveseat she was sitting on.

"Go on," I prodded gently.

"I saw Mr. Cunnings first," she said quietly, her eyes glazed over as she recalled the scene. "He was on his knees on the carpet and I couldn't help but think 'it's a good thing he's so hairy, it'll protect him from rug burn.'"

I chuckled quietly.

Good sense of humor.

The corner of Jenny's mouth ticked up in a small grin as she continued. "His butt was in the air, bare as can be. His fingers--his fingers were digging into Mrs. Cunnings thighs. And his face..."she trailed off.

I waited a beat. "His face?"

Jenny shook her head as if to clear it. "His face was buried so far in between Mrs. Cunnings' legs that if I hadn't recognize his hairy legs, I wouldn't have known who it was."

I stayed quiet.

"She was naked too and her breasts are just amazing," Jenny said, shifting her lower half again.

"Amazing?"

She nodded, touching her neck thoughtfully. "Plump and firm with these little berry nips," Jenny said, touching her mouth now.

"Did you want to suck them?" I asked in the soothing voice I used when I don't want to disrupt a patient's train of thought.

"Yesssss," Jenny sighed longingly.

"Mmm, I'll bet you did," I said huskily. "Would you have pinched them? Tugged on them a bit first?"

Jenny closed her eyes and bit her lip, nodding in response to my question.

"Why don't you show me what you would have done to your boss' tits Jenny?" I said quietly, not wanting to break the spell.

Keeping her eyes closed she nodded again and unbuttoned her shirt.

Jenny was no stranger to breast play. From our very first session together she willingly played with her tits as we spoke. You see, Jenny used to be a teacher at a private all girl's Catholic School. Only a handful still exist in the world and Jenny worked there for a decade almost straight out of college.

The school was very very strict, in spite of the world's collective evolved belief that sex should be loud and proud between anyone and everyone. In most schools sex was encouraged and taught once a person turned eighteen, preparing them for the sexually accepting world. At Jenny's particular school, nothing below the waist was allowed. It was a sin to touch your pussy, or someone else's.

So there was young Jenny, freshly graduated with an educational degree from university. Her cherry had been popped the year before by her neighbor and they had enjoyed frequent and vigorous sex up until the day she left to start her new job at the Catholic school. And then, suddenly, everything stopped below the waist.

In our first few sessions, Jenny told me many stories about how the teachers would bring each other to orgasm in the staff lounges by sucking on each other's breasts. Jenny participated of course and she reported that it felt good and that she enjoyed giving pleasure to others. Jenny, however, was never able to cum from just breast stimulation alone. Going from a healthy sex life, to a little breast play was hard for her that first year. But then it became the norm for her and that eager sex drive quickly shriveled up.

Now, ten years or so later, Jenny was in search of reclaiming it. But she was nervous, the desire she had when she was younger had long since been repressed and was struggling to resurface. When her contract at the school expired, she decided not to renew it, looking instead for a new challenge. Suddenly, she was thrust back into a world filled with sexuality, everywhere. Going from a modest environment to sin city in your backyard was a difficult transition for her. And so a friend of hers recommended that she see me and experience my wellness center where we focused on my patented method of therapy - Sexposure.

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"And then what happened?" I asked Jenny as I watched her hand diddle herself between her thighs.

"She started to cum just as my alarm went off to go pick up the girls," Jenny said breathily.

"Mmm, such a shame. Tell me," I whispered. "What would you have done if you didn't have to leave?"

"I--I, um..." Jenny's head fell back against the couch as she swirled her fingertips around her clit. From my vantage point I could see that it was a dark red in color and wet. Very wet.

"Feels good doesn't it Jenny?" I crooned.

She nodded, not opening her eyes, lost in the pleasure of masturbating herself in front of me.

"Would you have joined them?"

I saw her busy hands hesitate momentarily.

"Ah no, not just yet," I murmured. "But you would have kept watching, maybe made yourself feel good too, wouldn't you Jenny?"

She nodded and I could see her pussy hole flutter ever so slightly. It was my job, after all, to catch those tiny little spasms. They helped direct me to the place the patient needed to go.

"Show me how you would have made yourself cum for them," I said sternly.

There it was, that little flutter again.

She was a stunning picture draped on my cream colored couch. Hair wild now from tossing it back and forth as she moved with the pleasure in her body. Cheeks flushed, breath labored, her bountiful tits moving with each breath she took. Her nipples, like those of Mrs. Cunnings, were also berry in color and if we weren't in an exercise designed to empower the patient, I would have slurped them up in seconds. Maybe slapped them a bit too. I bet they bounced nicely and would turn a pretty shade of pink in the shape of my hand. Another time.

See if she likes her tits slapped.

"Show me that pretty pussy of yours," I encouraged.

She spread her thick thighs farther apart.

"There it is, such a pretty, pretty pussy," I crooned.

And it was, I wasn't lying. Unused in a decade, it looked fresh and youthful. I bet it was tight. A gift, honestly, to the next lucky cock to fuck it.

"Ohhh," she moaned as she touched her pussy for me.

"That's it, you naughty, naughty girl," I said.

Her fingers swirled around her clit continuously, but I noticed she never dipped those same fingers down to the greedy hole I knew she had.

"Finger yourself Jenny," I said, trying to embolden her. "Show me where you wanted Mr. Cunnings' cock."

That seemed to do it.

Her head fell back with pleasure as she slid her pointer and middle finger down the seam between her thighs and pressed them both into her hole.

"Arrgh," Jenny moaned, gravel in her throat.

Two fingers must have been too much of a stretch for her, because she quickly switched to just pumping one finger shallowly in and out of her pussy.

"Mmm, feel the burn Jenny?" I asked her.

Without opening her eyes, Jenny nodded.

"But you want to feel your cunt stretched around a cock again don't you?"

She nodded once more, her chest heaving with the deep breaths she was taking. That pumping finger was staying inside her tight twat more than it was out of it now.

"Mmm," I sighed, loving the sound of her frantic breathing. I could see the pulse on the side of her neck beating out of control. "You want to cum on a cock again?"

"Yes," she replied weakly.

"Pinch those titties and give yourself two fingers again," I instructed. "That's good Jenny, really good," I praised as she followed my instructions.

The little wince that crossed her face as she pushed her two fingers into her puss made my own throb.

"Tell me when you're cumming," I demanded as I watched her race to the peak.

One breath, two breaths, and then it happened.

"I'm cumming!" she cried out as her whole body clenched in on itself. Jenny's pussy clenched around her invading fingers as she hunched into her hand uncontrollably.

I stayed quiet and let her ride out her orgasm, a small smile of satisfaction on my face.

Orgasm reached with digital penetration. She's desperate for cock.

Jenny had come a long way. As far as I was aware, this was the first time she'd had anything up her cunt in a decade. I was proud of her and her ability to overcome this next obstacle on her sexual re-awakening.

Once she quieted and the sticky fingers between her legs went still, I gently coaxed her back into the real world.

"How did that feel Jenny?" I asked her quietly.

After a moment, she sleepily opened her eyes to find mine. She smiled hesitantly. "Good," she said. "Really good."

I smiled back.

"Physically, I'm sure it did. It certainly looked like it," I said with a little wink that made her smile blossom. "Now tell me, how did it feel emotionally?

Jenny thought about it for a second. "Freeing," she said.

I nodded. "I can only imagine how liberating it is to take control of your own cunt again."

She winced a bit at the use of the word cunt, but still nodded her head in agreement with my words.

Still uncomfortable with common language.

"Do you feel up for some new homework?" I asked her.

She sat up a little straighter on the couch, crossing her legs and hiding that pretty pussy from my view again.

"Yes, I mean, I think so," she rambled, unsure of what to do with her hands and seemed to land on crossing her arms across her chest. Her tits were too big to hide though and those raspberry nipples still peaked out for me to see. I didn't mind one bit.

I nodded my own head decisively. "Absolutely I think you are," I said. "It's very clear to me that you are ready for--that you're in fact craving--a nice hard cock between your thighs."

As if embarrassed, Jenny's cheeks darken.

"I think that a night away, out of your own home, would be best. That way you can simply leave it all behind in the morning and walk away with just a smile on your face and a sore pussy to remind you of the orgasms you had."

Based on her facial expression, I could immediately tell, she was overwhelmed with this idea. I kept talking to try and stem the resistance building up her mind.

"I don't expect you to go out and find a man to seduce and then go back to his place for a night of fucking. No, no. I think a simple, modern transaction is much more attainable for you at this part of your Sexposure therapy."

The fingers that were nervously tapping against her forearm paused. "What do you mean?" she asked me.

"There are plenty of establishments around town that allow you to set the parameters of your servicing and after an exchange of funds, you execute the agreement," I explained.

"You mean pay for sex?" she clarified.

I laughed. "Well, yes. Everyone does it nowadays. It's as easy as picking up a newspaper at the corner shop."

"I'm new to town," she said and I could see she was looking for any way out of this homework assignment. "I wouldn't know where to even begin."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Now now, don't be silly. There's a hotel right down the street from here that can get you a bull for servicing. All you have to do is check in and order room service, that's all there is to it."

"R-r-room service?"

"Absolutely. You can pick what you want off the menu, they have a wide variety of options to choose from," I explained. "But at the end of the day, I want you to have a cock in that pussy of yours because Jenny," I paused until she met my eyes, "you deserve a good fucking."

The smile she gave me was shaky, but her eyes were glistening with excitement.

"It's settled then. Before your next session I'd like you to spend the night at The Hotel and have a good time, agreed?"

Jenny nodded and then said to herself, "You can do this Jenny."

"Of course you can, and you will!" I agreed confidently. "I can't wait to hear all about it during your next session."

Noting our time was coming to an end, I stood signaling that she should get dressed. Her little fingers quickly buttoned up and straightened her clothing.

"Good?" I asked her as I walked to the door to let her out.

She nodded.

"You can do this Jenny," I said quietly to her. "More importantly, you want to do this."

"I think I really do," she whispered back.

"Alright then," I said and opened the door. "Go get 'em tiger!"

She laughed softly and walked to the front desk to check out and schedule our next session.

I let the door click shut behind her and smiled.

I loved my job.