The Bad Sex Therapist

My name is Dawn, I'm thirty five years old, slim, five foot six, long brown hair held in a ponytail, brown eyes and top heavy breasts. I wore glasses, only plain glass, just to make me look more professional. I studied law at university and started a job at a law firm. It was so boring. In my spare time I studied at The Open University to become a therapist. At first, eating disorders and other subjects. After a couple of years my senior supervisor took me aside. She said it wasn't working as some of my clients found it difficult to relate to me, because I was so slim. So I spent the next few year's qualifying in various fields, finally I decided to become a sex therapist, which took another few years. At last I'd found my vocation.

Professionally I had to stay non judgmental. But there were times I went over the line. Ok, more than I should. Mostly I dealt with couples wanting to get their sex life back, but sometimes because the male or female had an affair. It was normally the female who'd lost interest in sex, but occasionally the male.

I need to write these stories down to get them out of my head.

Case 1: The Young Man.

A mum brought her eighteen year old son in to see me. His problem was frequent masturbation. All male teenagers masturbate a lot, but this one was problematic. His mum said his bedsheets were stiff with cum, he wanked into socks, in the bath or shower, basically whenever he could. She said he even wanked in the car when she was driving. I asked him questions, but he was too embarrassed to say anything in front of his mum. Eventually I asked his mum to leave the room. He visibly relaxed and started playing with his cock through his trousers.

I said, "Do you want to masturbate now in front of me?"

He nodded his head.

I said, "Ok... take your trousers and pants off."

He looked surprised, but the sexual urge was too much for him. He took his clothes off. I had to admit my pussy was wet as I looked at his six inch cock dripping with precum.

I said, "Show me how you do it."

I'd seen many men wank their cocks over the years, but this was different, the speed at which he did it was turbocharged. His hand was a blur and within two minutes he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shot towards me splattering on the tiled floor. But he didnt stop, and came for a second time, then a third. He finally gathered his clothes and dressed. For a moment I wanted to be a dirty slut, get on my hands and knees and lick his cum from the floor, but I pulled myself together. I could smell his cum. I got some tissues and cleaned it up.

I said, "How many times do you masturbate in a day?"

He shrugged his shoulders then murmured, "Maybe... twenty times, maybe more."

I said, "How many times do you ejaculate?"

He said, "Thirty, to forty times."

I reassured him it was normal, (which it wasn't) and suggested he slowly increase the times between sessions. I told his mum the meeting had been very productive and suggested monthly visits for six months so we could chart his progress. Each visit the mum stayed out side, I always locked the door. I taught him how to imagine things in his mind, and vary the speed of masturbation, I let him see my breasts, and feel them with the admonitionment if he came too early I would cover them over again. I let him see my pussy and finger me, as long as he didn't cum. Over time he was far more in control and told me he only did it twice a day. I'd promised he could fuck my pussy on our last session.

As he came into my office it was obvious he was excited. I told him to strip. His erect penis rubbed against my thighs as he removed my clothes. He caressed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I gripped his cock and led him to the couch. I pushed him down on his back and then straddled his thighs. I held his cock inches from my pussy.

I said, "You've done so well, but now we will break all the rules. We've got thirty minutes, you can cum in me as many times as you want."

I lowered my hips down and guided his penis into my cunt. It throbbed and ejaculated immediately. I could feel his hot sperm hitting my cervix. I rode his cock fast and then slow. On the down strokes his cum was being forced out between his penis and my pussy lips. I lost count of how many times he ejaculated. Eventually his cock went soft and slipped from my cunt. I stood up and watched his cum literally pour from my vagina. I made him get on his knees and clean my pussy. The room stank of sex, so I told him we would meet his mum in the corridor. I tidied my hair and makeup. As I put my knickers on cum was still leaking out. I told his mum he had progressed so far, there was no need to carry on with the therapy. He briefly kissed my cheek as they left.

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Case 2: The Couple.

This was a difficult one. A couple in their twenties. She had an affair with a work colleague. The husband found out but wanted her and him to work it out. I asked her why she had an affair?

She replied, "My husband acted like I wasn't there most of the time, wouldn't speak for days. Mike at work listened to me, and was interested in me, and he has a much larger cock and knew how to use it."

It took a huge amount of self control not to burst out laughing. Her husband looked crestfallen. The following week he came alone. She had refused to attend. I asked him to tell me what sex was like between them before things went downhill?

He replied, "It wasn't very good, she never ogasmed what ever I did, and I tried everything. Because of her lack of enthusiasm I couldn't get an erection and I haven't had one for a very long time. She just humiliated me about it all the time."

He was a very good looking young man. I asked him if he would be ok to drop his trousers and pants. He agreed. He stood a few feet away from me. My nipples ached and my pussy was moistening. I approached him and knelt down. I asked him if he was ok with me touching it? He said yes.

It was about four inches flaccid, with a foreskin and tight little balls. It was shaved smooth. With my fingertips I pulled his foreskin right back and lifted his penis up and looked underneath. I was breathing heavily onto his cock and balls. As I was holding it, his cock was stiffening, I stroked along the underside of his shaft until his cock was pointing upwards. A good six inches. A drop of precum oozed from the tip, and I licked it up. I kissed the tip then told him to put his clothes back on. His trousers were tenting at the front. I sat back at my desk to make some notes.

I said, "Well clearly the problem isn't with you."

He said, "Oh my god! That's not happened for a long time. I'm glad it still works."

I said, "There are other tests we can try if you have to come on your own again."

He was truly grateful. The following week he was on his own again, he told me his wife had moved out and moved in with her mother. I explained I wasn't a marriage counsellor, I am a sex therapist and I was quite happy to sort that problem out. I asked him to strip. And this time his cock was semi erect already. I took my blouse off and as he fondled my tits he became fully erect. I kept giving words of encouragement to him.

I said, "My worry is you must keep your erection to completion of orgasm, and today we are going to test for that."

I took the rest of my clothes off and knelt before him. I took his cock in my mouth and wanked his shaft as I sucked on the tip. He lasted ten minutes and then his cock throbbed as his cum filled my mouth. I had to swallow three times. He came again twenty minutes later, as I stroked his cock and balls, he covered my legs with splashes of his cum.

I said, "That's excellent, well done. Obviously no problems there."

As he went out of the door I wiped the cum off my legs and licked and swallowed it.

The following week he was still without his wife. But they had gone out for a coffee together and discussed about her moving back in. I suggested they had a date night. But with a scenario. Book a hotel, meet her at the bar as pretend strangers. Chat and seduce, and invite back to his room.

I said, "Lets role play this. I'm sitting at the bar, you offer to buy me a drink."

He did it brilliantly.

I then said, "Right, we are in your hotel room, and your next move is what?"

He came up to me, brushed his fingertips along my ear lobes and neck.

He said, "You look gorgeous tonight. You smell wonderful, you look so sexy."

He unbuttoned my blouse, undid my bra and caressed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. He knelt down, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He licked the outside of my knickers then slipped them off. He fingered my pussy, then licked and sucked on my clitoris, bringing me to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Previously we'd talked about making the woman the centre of attention. I'd taught him well.

With fifteen minutes to go he guided me to the couch, took his clothes off and inserted his cock into my willing wet pussy. Not too fast, not too slow, a perfect pace. Bringing me to a slow build up climax. I gripped his shoulders as I reached a powerful multi orgasm. Simultaneously, I felt his orgasm splash against my cervix.

As we dressed I said, "Wow! You've no worries. Just take it slowly. You'll be great."

The following week was his last visit. He told me he had his confidence back, the date night had gone really well. They'd ended up having hours of sex. His wife couldn't believe the change in him. She moved back in, and although it was early days, he said things were going well.

I was so pleased for him and wished him well. He kept in contact with me, they had two children and last time I heard, were still happy together.

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Case 3: The Female Couple.

An interesting couple, ladies in their forties. Both had been previously married to men before. Their problem was one of them craved sex with men and occasionally indulged. I had a few intense sessions with them.

I'd broken so many rules, but I had my own way of dealing with others sexual problems. They may not be the right ways, but hey, they worked. I belived this couple had no hope of reconciliation unless I took more drastic action.

On the fourth session things were not much better.

Fem 1 said, "I really hate it when you go out and fuck some man. And that night you came back and wanted me to suck cum out of your cunt. Fucking disgusting behaviour on your part. Then you got argumentative and called me all sort of horrible names."

Fem 2 said, "I do love it when we have sex, but you can't fulfill my basic craving of having a cock in my mouth and cunt. And I miss that. You should try it yourself."

Fem 1 replied, "I hated my husband wanting me to suck on his dick, and pushing it into my cunt. He even tried to do it when I was asleep. The last time he did it, I awoke as he was fucking my mouth. I bit down so hard, I had to call an ambulance and he had the humiliation of going to A&E with blood pouring from his penis. He never tried it again."

The argument was the same every session going back and forth until one or the other usually walked out. At the next session I suggested we take a break for a month and restart after that.

In the evening I texted Fem 2 asking her to phone me in private when she could. She phoned about twenty minutes later. I arranged to meet at a hotel the following evening. She said she normally attended an evening class so could get out easily.

We met in the bar and ordered drinks. We chatted for a while until a man stood beside us and offered to buy us drinks. We accepted. Fem 2 completely changed her behaviour to full flirt mode. Batting her eyelids, giggling, touching his legs and arms.

He said, "My name is Pete, are you two staying at this hotel or just here for a drink?" We confirmed just in for a drink.

Pete was in his forties, six foot tall, rugby build, brown hair and eyes, a pleasantly attractive man. A great sense of humour that had us in fits of laughter. As a sex therapist I'm quite good at reading body language, and noticed he was making more eye contact, and being more tactile with me than Fem 2. We spent a lovely hour chatting and laughing.

Then out of nowhere Fem 2 said, "Would you like to invite us girls to your room for some fun?"

I wasn't expecting that! But go with the flow is my motto. Of course Pete said yes, after all, he is just a man.

In his room Fem 2 took on another persona. She ordered Pete to strip, them told him to undress me. As he did so Fem 2 took off her clothes. His penis was erect, about eight inches, with a foreskin, but no pubic hair, he was shaved smooth. He had a bit of a dad bod. Fem 2 was a bit lumpy in places with sagging tits. Her pussy was also shaved smooth like mine.

Fem 2 sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside her for me to join her. She then told Pete to stand in front of her. It was fascinating to see how Fem 2 changed once again. Her eyes were dreamy looking, a bit of drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. She raised a trembling hand towards his now erect cock and tenderly touched it. Her body jerked, as if she had received an electric shock. Then she was like an animal. She grabbed his buttocks, forcibly pulled him towards her, so his cock rammed down her throat. I could see the outline of his cock on the skin of her neck. She pulled his hips back and forth at a fast pace. Pete had a look of complete surprise on his face. After five minutes Pete grunted and held her head still, I actually witnessed his cock pulsating in her neck as he ejaculated.

Fem 2 directed Pete to sit on the chair. She said, "Now, sit back and enjoy some girl on girl action, you can play with your cock, but don't cum, save that for my cunt."

Oh! I wasn't expecting that either. But I'm a fully qualified sex therapist, what did I expect going out with a lesbian, bisexual woman? I'd dabbled at university with a couple of women, but just kissing, nothing else. Oh well, a new experience.

Fem 2 pushed me back onto the bed, and knelt between my thighs, she rammed her fingers into my cunt, and plunged them back and forth, first two fingers then three and finally her fist. I didn't know my pussy would open so far. Of course I'd heard about fisting, but never experienced it. My cunt was squirting uncontrollably, and within a few minutes I orgasmed. She slid up my body pinching and biting my skin hard, I yelped as she bit my breasts and nipples. When she reached my mouth she bit my lips until they bled. She pulled my hair. I was fifty fifty about pushing her off, but somehow the mixture of pain and pleasure had me so highly sexually aroused. Her legs went between mine, and she writhed as her pussy rubbed hard against mine. She orgasmed and her juices covered my legs and some went into my cunt. She immediately moved and went down on my pussy licking her juices out causing me to orgasm again splashing over her tits and head.

Fem 2 went to Pete and straddled his hips, guiding his cock into her cunt and rode him so hard the chair broke and they tumbled to the floor. If he wasn't bigger and stronger than Fem 2, and could easily push her off if he wanted, to all intents and purposes she was raping him. I'd never seen such aggression in a woman before. She was biting him, scratching him and slapping his face. He grunted as he orgasmed, but she didn't stop. Blood was pouring from scratches and bites, but she kept riding him. Eventually he pleaded with her to stop.

Her reply was terse. "Not until I cum you cunt. I can feel your cock getting erect again, now fuck me hard and fast."

I felt I should possibly intervene, but her heightened sexual arousal state could be dangerous to try and break. Pete pushed his hips up as he ejaculated for the third time, and Fem 2 screamed so loud I was afraid hotel security would be called. She collapsed forward on to him breathing heavily. Pete looked a wreck, he was literally battered and bruised. I'd got off lightly.

I continued to see the couple for a few more sessions, but they had separated.

However, I had a new sexual interest to follow, but it wouldn't help me in my work. I got struck off. I wonder why? I was told my techniques were inappropriate. I argue, they worked!

Well... Mostly.