Psychologist Catches a Pervert, 01

He walked down the wide corridor, high ceilings, marble floor, walls that would echo a gnat's fart. Finally found the door, cloudy glass. "Laura Lovelace, Psy. D, Psychologist and Associates. Suite 109."

Entered the spacious office, found three women in the waiting room. They glared at him. Perhaps not expecting a man coming to see a female psychologist.

Approached the receptionist, announced his name and appointment. Her name tag said "Trisha". Platinum blond, pretty, top heavy, proudly displaying beautiful cleavage. She looked up from her desk, smiling. He looked down her blouse, smiling even more.

"Dr. Lovelace is expecting you, Mr. Norman. Someone will take you to her office shortly."

Stiff uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, women's magazines. He didn't feel interested in "how to deal with the stress of your period," or "how to make him understand your needs." He ignored the magazines.

A tall woman came to escort him. Long legs. Long red hair, down her back, almost pointing to an incredible looking ass in tight pants. He stared, following it until she stopped abruptly and he almost bumped into her. Then he entered the office.

She stood up, came around from the back of her desk to meet him. Middle aged, barely, in great shape, beautiful face, and oh-my-God tits. Was that a hiring prerequisite, he wondered? His hand dwarfed hers. Long fingernails tickled his palm.

"Dr. Lovelace, thanks for seeing me."

"Call me Laura, Will; first name basis makes it more comfortable to talk."

He sat down in an armed office chair while she leaned back against her desk, folded her arms. Pushing those tits right out there. Friendly smile. Genuine. Reassuring.

"How can I help you, Will?"

"I have a physical problem around beautiful women."

"Can you explain that a bit?"

He fidgeted in the chair, avoided her eyes as he softly explained.

"I... um... get an erection very easily because of certain things with women."

"I'm not a medical doctor, Will. You should see your general practitioner."

"My regular doctor referred me to a psychiatrist who told me to see someone like you because it's a behavioral thing."

She took a seat in another chair and turned to face him. Their knees almost touched. The sweet smell of her perfume found his nostrils. Peach or rose maybe.

She crossed her legs as she sat down, unintentionally flashing a little thigh. His eyes lingered there until her skirt settled, covered her up.

"Okay, but why seek a female psychologist, Will?"

"Believe it or not, it would seem even more embarrassing to discuss it with another guy. Like I'm a pervert. I'm not. I'm just intimidated by beautiful women."

"So, you get erections when you're with a beautiful woman. I don't see that as being a problem."

"Well, it is, because it happens whether I am dating one or just see one. Certain things make me hard and I can't help it."

She crossed her legs. Another flash, this one longer than the last. Was she onto him? She leaned forward with interest. Showed billowing breastflesh.

"Just tell me what bothers you and I'll see if I think I can help you or not, Will."

"Okay: long hair. A pony tail. Glossy lips or red lipstick. Cleav..... um... cleavage. Nice legs. Nice butt. Looking up a skirt, seeing thigh above stockings. Looking up a skirt and seeing panties."

She was silent for a minute, watching his unease. When his eyes met hers again, she slowly uncrossed her legs, and crossed them in the other direction. She lifted one knee much higher than necessary. His eyes snapped like magnets to the quick flash of creme colored panties.

"Oh, fuck!" He whispered out loud, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, my, you really have it bad, don't you?"

"Yeah, please don't cross your legs again, Laura."

"Didn't you like looking up my skirt, Will?"

"Yeah, but now I'm... you know."

"Stand up."

"What?" He asked, shocked.

"Stand up. Let me see how hard you got just from looking up my skirt."

He was embarrassed, but thinking it would prove his case, he stood up, the tent in his pants giving her hard evidence. She stood up and looked down at the crotch of his pants. She whispered, walking past him.

"Drop your pants and underwear to your ankles."

Will was now scared shitless, humiliated. But he was there for help, so he complied.

She walked to her office door, closed it slowly and locked it. When Will heard the "click" of the door being locked his cock twitched.

She returned to her seat as he stood in front of her.

"I will need to test your behavior a little differently for something like this. Keep your hands by your side. I want to observe your reactions."

He stood silently, nervous and a little tense, but his cock was almost at full mast.

She watched his face as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it wide open, revealing her creme colored bra. Her tits were almost spilling out of the cups. Will was no judge on size, but he was certain they were 36, 38 or more and DD.

His cock stood proud, pointing almost straight at Laura. She pushed her bra down and her massive tits popped free. Huge mounds with big dark nipples. Will gasped. His cock oozed a small drop of precum.

"Hmm, interesting," Laura said smiling. She put her hands under her tits and held them up, leaning closer to Will as he stood there looking at how close her tits were to his cock.

"Imagine putting your cock right here, in the middle of my tits, Will. Wouldn't that feel good?"

"Oh, shit!" He gasped. His cock twitched, much to her satisfaction.

"That's it; imagine pumping your cock in and out between this big soft tits. I'd love to see you spurt your cum all over them."

A weird groan came from his lips, not painful but new to him. His cock dripped a little more, twitching up and down in front of her.

She leaned back in the chair, shifting her weight to the edge. Flipped her skirt up, lifted her hips and pulled her panties off. She reached out and hung them on the tip of his cock.

"Jeezus fuck!" Will groaned. Her panties hung on his cock, her skirt was almost up to her waist and her pussy was on display.

"No man with a genuine sexual problem is going to go to a female for help You're full of bullshit, but since you probably expected sex of some kind, get on your knees and get your money's worth."

Will started to grab his cock, but she stopped him.

"Uh-uh; wrap my panties around your cock but then don't touch it."

He wrapped the soft cotton panties around the head of his cock, knowing his precum would soak into them. Then he dropped to his knees, shuffled closer to her with his pants and underwear still around his ankles.

He leaned in with his head between her knees. The curve of her ass cheeks right there, her pussy wet and waiting for him. He moved in closer, his face between her open thighs. Smelled her. His cock twitched, ached to be touched.

Her hands gently, almost lovingly, cupped the sides of his face, drew him in until his lips touched her lips. Wet. The smell of her sex made his balls ache. She held him, waiting, and he drew his tongue up her slit, bottom to top. Then again. Then deeper. When his tongue slid inside her, she rested her hands on the top of his head.

Will was no stranger to eating pussy and the situation excited him. He had never paid a hooker for sex, but here he was, eating this doctor's pussy during an expensive office visit. He didn't care.

Her legs came together slowly, her thighs kissing his cheeks, her legs slipping over his shoulders. She crossed her ankles, firmly bringing him into her sex like trapping a prey in a spider web.

Damn, she smelled good, wet as hell. Fingernails in his hair encouraged him and he ate her voraciously, slurping, sucking, oblivious to his cock seeping precum into her panties. When he looked up, her eyes were closed, her hands squeezing her tits.

She took her time but when she came, almost violently, jerking her hips into his face, he nearly lost his load right there on his knees.

She uncrossed her ankles, pushed him away, smiling at the sight of his wet face.

"Put you pants back on but leave your dick hanging out," she said as she got up.

She removed the wet panties from the end of his cock, tossed them on her desk as he stood up.

"Very impressive that you didn't cum for me; such a good boy. Isn't that what you wanted to hear? That you're a good boy?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, not at all ashamed.

"Now, I'm going to get on the desk and you will show your respect by giving me a decent fuck, and you still can't come."

She sat on the edge of her desk, leaned back and opened her legs for him. He felt stupid standing there fully clothed with his erection sticking out of his pants, but since she knew he came there hoping to get fucked, he was ready.

He slid into her easily and balls deep.

"Fuck, you're so wet and tight!" He groaned.

"Shut up, and give it to me," she moaned.

They heard the door knob jiggle and suddenly the door opened, and Trisha calmly entered the room.

Will stopped moving, turned and looked at Trisha.

"How did you..." he began to ask.

"Spare key," she quickly answered, holding up a key on a small ring.

"Dammit, Trisha, we were in conference here!" Laura complained.

"Sorry, but the two bitches in the lobby threatened to leave if they have to wait any longer and they're regulars, you know, cash cows."

"Fuck!" Laura groaned.

She pushed Will away, disengaging them and she stood up, straightened her skirt, stuffed her tits back into her bra. Will struggled but managed to tuck his cock back into his pants and zip up.

"Take Will to the break room so he can wait for me."

"But you'll be at least two hours, Laura."

"Take him to the fucking breakroom, Trisha, until I'm ready for him. And keep him ready for me."

"Oh, of course, Laura, whatever you say."

Trisha led him to the breakroom, which was spacious and well appointed. A fancy chaise lounge, a coffee table in front of two large easy chairs, a television and a kitchen area with cupboards, a sink, a microwave and a coffee maker on the counter. The bathroom was a separate room off to the side.

As he was checking out the place, Trisha had closed and locked the door behind them. She walked up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Undress me," she said softly.

"But Laura..." he protested.

"We are partners. We share everything. Everything, Will. Now, undress me."

He unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off. She unhooked her bra and let it fall while he unzipped her skirt. As her skirt fell to her feet, she put a hand on his shoulder and kicked the skirt away.

"Panties. Slowly." She said.

Will dropped to his knees. Fuck, she had some serious legs. His cock was semi erect but with his face close to her thighs, he was getting aroused. She turned around. He could see the crack of her ass in her panties.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband and began to tug them down. As they slipped down over the curve of her perfect ass, she turned her head, looked down over her shoulder.

"Very slowly, Will."

He inched them down until they reached her knees and then he slid them down off her feet. Still on his knees, waiting for direction, Will looked at the curve of her ass, the dark crevice in front of him.

She spread her legs, leaned forward with her hands on her knees. Looking back through her legs at him, Trisha asked....

"Have you ever heard the term "anilingus," Will?"