Carl's Therapy Session

Carl had never been to a counselling session with a therapist before. He, like many Black men, particularly ex-Marines, was fiercely independent and thought of counselling as something for pussies who couldn't deal with their own problems by themselves. Nonetheless, in the weeks following his fiancé's death in an automobile accident, he was getting increasingly desperate. He would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, hearing again the squeal of the brakes, the splintering of glass, the explosion of the airbag, and then Jamie's scream, abruptly cut off as their car was crushed by the truck plowing through the intersection and into her side of the car. He'd find himself still shaking, his injuries flaring up again, refusing to heal as time passed.

The doctors at the VA took note of his slow recovery and his growing depression. They offered advice and medication, but Carl would have none of it. He had grown up believing that a man must deal with his problems himself. His stint in the Marines had hardened that belief. And, as a powerfully built Black man, he was used to facing the world with a hardened exterior and not letting anyone past that armor. So, he tried to tough it out, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain as best he could. Friends came to visit him and offered their condolences and advice on how to best recover. Fat lot they knew!

He had loved Jamie with all his heart and couldn't help feeling responsible. The worst had been trying to console her weeping parents. They shared his grief and listened to his explanation, trying to relive their daughter's last minutes with him. They forgave him and assured him it wasn't his fault, but he continued to be tormented with guilt.

But now, so many weeks later, his physical wounds essentially healed, he was beginning to reluctantly face the fact that by himself he was unable to deal with the psychological wounds, and the advice of the hospital counsellor, that he should seek professional help, began to make more sense. At last, in desperation, he took the name of the psychologist recommended by the VA counsellor.

So here he was, sitting in the waiting room of the office of Dr. Margaret Snyder, BA, LMHC, nervous as a kitten. He was the only patient there, which helped, because he didn't want anyone else even thinking he was so weak as to need Dr. Snyder's help. And he couldn't imagine how he could ever reveal his fears and anxieties to any woman, much less some spoiled upper-class White one who could never understand what life was like for a Black man.

Finally the inner door opened and he got his first look at Dr. Snyder as she beckoned him in. He didn't know what he had expected, but oh my god she was a knockout! She had long auburn hair and a body that would stop any man in his tracks. She was dressed quite conservatively in a soft white blouse and knee-length tan skirt. No off-putting white uniform here. Her restrained and traditional outfit was clearly meant to announce her professional standing, but nothing short of a shapeless burlap sack could have hidden the very female body under the attire. The blouse followed the contours of her generous bosom and showed just the slightest hint of cleavage above the top button. Her skirt, of moderate length, was long enough to be professional but still short enough to show a delightful length of beautifully shaped legs, clad in nylon. Her two-inch heels accentuated the soft curves of her perfect calves.

She gave Carl a cooly professional smile and introduced herself. Carl had a hard time taking his eyes off her body, but stood and took her proffered hand. It was warm and soft. He noticed her eyes flash quickly as they scanned over his own athletic body while she introduced herself and welcomed him, and then she turned and led him down a short corridor. His own eyes followed the hypnotic sway of her hips and the marvelous swelling of her lovely ass as she walked.

She ushered him into a room softly lighted with indirect lighting, furnished only with a comfortable looking couch with a chair beside it and a small desk in the corner. While there was no obvious sound-proofing, the room seemed unnaturally quiet and anechoic. She closed the door, sealing them off from the rest of the office.

She instructed him to take off his shoes and lie down on the couch. He was aware of her quick appreciative glance at his tight ass as he bent down to remove his shoes. He arranged himself as comfortably as he could on the couch, nervous about what was going to happen. Carl was a private man, and he anticipated that she would be asking probing personal questions that he was loathe to share with anyone let alone a very attractive young White woman. But he steeled himself. He'd gone this far, and it was in his training as a Marine that you did the job you were assigned.

Dr. Snyder arranged the chair alongside the couch so that she faced him as he lay. He couldn't help but notice how her shapely breasts tautened the soft material of her blouse when she put her shoulders back. He imagined he could see the small rise of her nipples surmounting the soft swell of those lovely mounds. Her skirt rode up over her knees as she sat, giving him a quick glimpse of her delightfully firm and well-shaped thighs. Whether the display was intentional or not on her part, it helped him to relax, taking his mind off what might be coming and instead focusing it on her young and very female body.

She began speaking in a soft, relaxing way, asking him innocuous questions about his background. Her low-pitched voice was at the same time calming, intimate, and quite sexy. The questions were such softballs that he answered automatically, leaving his real attention to remain on her form.

As the session progressed, though, she seemed to become a little distracted, as if something was bothering her. She even seemed somewhat uncomfortable, unnecessarily readjusting her position several times, crossing and uncrossing her legs. This action perhaps accidentally revealed a delightful expanse of smooth, nylon-clad thigh. When she saw Carl's eyes follow her moves, she demurely cast her eyes downward, although Carl thought he detected a fleeting smile on her full lips.

Carl's thoughts turned to the mysteriously shadowed space between those lovely thighs, hidden under her skirt. Hmm. What was she wearing under there? Pantyhose? He hoped not: not much fun to speculate on. Besides, with legs like hers and a sexy body to match she'd just have to be wearing stockings. With lacy elastic tops, maybe, with her smooth flesh exposed above them, sensitive skin so amenable to stroking with his fingers. Or perhaps a garter belt. Yes, that must be it. Then there'd be nothing covering her sexy pussy but a thin layer of nylon. Easily pushed aside. Bet those panties are sheer and black, he thought, his brain conjuring up sex-charged images. He felt his cock begin to stiffen. It felt good, so he closed his eyes, relaxed and let it continue even as he answered her questions.

Whether because she had noticed his arousal or not, Dr. Snyder abruptly stopped her line of questioning and said, "Carl, ah, mm, you seem distracted. Look, I need you to er, concentrate. So now I ah, I want you to lie back as comfortably as you can. Close your eyes. That's it. Just relax. Oh, that's nice. Very nice. Perhaps you'd like to loosen some of your clothes. Here, let me help. That's better. Feel yourself relaxing, letting go of your tensions. Very good. Carl, you have to learn to trust me. I'm here to help you help yourself, if you are willing."

Her voice droned on, soothing him. He found himself paying less attention to what she was saying that to the gentle feminine sound of her voice.

Her voice seemed to falter for a second, then resumed in a different tone.

"Carl," she was saying, "we, ah, we were talking about your experiences as a Marine. I wanted to ask you... Oh! I... um, I, I forget. I, ah, oh my! You, you're, you're very big, you know. I mean, you are, but your... oh! So big! Does that hurt? It looks uncomfortable. So hard, so full! I want... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I mean, all confined like that in your pants. I... I mean, you shouldn't be uncomfortable. I... I need you... I mean you need to be comfortable. Here, let me."

She stood up and bent over him and tentatively touched the very prominent bulge in his pants. She traced its outline with her finger.

"Oooh," she softly sighed. "You're so big."

At her touch he felt a thrill go through him like an electric shock. His breath caught. Dr. Snyder leaned over even more, giving him a lovely view of her cleavage through the opening of her blouse. Carl studied with appreciation the gentle swell of her white breasts over the confines of her delicate bra. She gently stroked the length of the bulge in his pants, pressing slightly harder as her fingers rounded the tip. He grew even stiffer.

"Oh, Carl, this is beautiful. It feels so good under my fingers. I just love to touch it. Um, you don't mind, do you? So big and hard. I'd really like to see it. Can, could I see it?" she said, almost in a whisper. Mutely, he nodded. Wherever this was going, he was happy to go along.

She fumbled with his belt until she had it unbuckled. He could hear her breathing pick up as she unsnapped his pants and slowly unzipped his fly.

"Oh my god," she said in an awed whisper as his massive erection erupted through the opening, covered only with the fabric of his undershorts. "Oh, how beautiful! So big! Please, I have to see it. Please!"

"Honey," he said, "if you need to see it, that's okay by me. I don't mind. You just do whatever you need to do."

He lifted his hips and she pulled his pants down and off and dropped them on the floor. Then ever so delicately, as if almost afraid of what she would find yet unable to stop herself, she stroked his cock through the fabric of his undershorts with the tips of her fingers, never taking her eyes off his thick member. A dark spot appeared near the tip as his pre-cum soaked through the light fabric.

"Oh, that's wonderful," she said in a whisper. "I must see it. All of it in all its masculine glory. Free. Unbound. Please." Ever so slowly she slipped her fingertips under the elastic band of his shorts and began to pull then down.

Her breath was coming rapidly now. Her eyes were wide and fixed on his cock as she slowly revealed it.

"Oh god, how magnificent!" she said quietly. "So thick. So long. What a beautiful color. Oh! Oh my god! It throbbed! It's so alive! Oh Carl, I think it's asking me to kiss it. It wants to be kissed. Is that okay? Can I kiss it?"

Not waiting for his permission, she ran her forefinger ever so delicately along the large vein on its underside, feeling it pulse with life. Using three fingers she delicately grasped it near the tip and lifted it, leaning close and examining it through half-closed eyes. He could feel her warm breath on it. He heard her gasp quietly as a clear drop of pre-cum was exuded from the slit in his cock head.

"Oh forgive me. Please! It's so beautiful, so black. Wild and untamed. So big! I just can't let go of it. I feel the life pulsing in it. Oh God, it feels so full of your warm, sweet sperm, aching for release."

Carl, who had been holding his head up so he could watch her, smiled knowingly. It wasn't the first time a woman had swooned over the size of his cock.

"I'd like to take it in my mouth. Can I? Would that be okay? I'm afraid it might be too big for me, though. But I'd love to try. Really. I'd do my best."

"Sure, honey. I'd like that. I'll bet you can get it in that sweet mouth of yours. Go ahead, Baby. Give it a try. You just go on and give it your best shot."

Dr. Snyder leaned over and addressed her full ruby lips to the tip of his member. Her tongue darted out to taste his pre-cum and lick the head, lubricating it. She sighed. She held it erect and turned it while she licked and kissed the underside of the shaft. She nuzzled his cock, rubbing the tip along her cheek. She made soft noises, almost purring. As she did, she smiled up at Carl to show how much she was enjoying him.

Again, she pressed her soft, warm lips to the tip. She murmured something inaudible and slid down, taking an inch or so of his cock into her mouth. Carl felt her tongue exploring the tip and probing the small opening in it.

She lifted her head and looked at him.

"Oh, I love this," she said, her eyes dreamy. "It feels so warm. Soft and velvety but hard underneath. It feels so good in my mouth. I want to suck it. Oh, I want it. But wait, this damn bra is so confining. Just a minute."

She stood up and, her eyes never leaving his cock, took off her blouse and her bra. Her breasts were as spectacular as Carl had guessed.

"Ooh, that feels so good," she said. She started to unzip her skirt but then stopped.

"Hell, I can't wait, dammit. I have to have that wonderful penis in my mouth now,"

She grasped his shorts and pulled them completely off. She knelt next to the couch. She looked up at Carl, pursed her lips and smiled a come-hither look at him. Carl sat up and turned toward her and spread his legs to give her unfettered access to his distended member.

Dr. Snyder sighed. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she returned to his cock. She gently kissed the tip and then licked it, probing the slit with her tongue. With a blissful grin she once again nuzzled his shaft and rubbed her cheek on it.

"Ohh, how good it feels," she said. "It's so warm!"

She took his cock into her mouth again. She massaged it with her tongue. She sucked on it, gently at first, then with growing confidence as she looked up at Carl through half-closed eyes and saw his reassuring smile.

Carl reached down and stroked her soft white shoulder, watching in her breasts move as she worked on his cock. He caressed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair, encouraging her.

"Good girl," he said softly. "You just keep sucking like that."

"Mmmm," she mumbled around the cock stretching her lips. "That feels so good."

He spread his legs wider and slid forward to give her more room to work on him. His cock still in her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled her appreciation.

Carl looked down at her with an indulgent smile. "You're doin' great, Doc," he said. "Girl, you really know how to suck a cock, don't you. So you just go ahead, enjoy yourself."

Dr. Snyder leaned her head against Carl's naked thigh while she wrapped her fingers around his swollen member and kissed and licked it, her eyes closed, a beatific expression on her face. She grasped the tip delicately with her fingers and pressed the wet shaft to her full lips and ran them up and down its length, kissing and licking it as she went. She paused to kiss the tip and then closed her lips around it. She made soft contented noises, lost in her work.

She took his cock into her mouth again. She moaned, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure. She sucked on him. Her head moved slowly up and down, savoring the feel of his wet cock passing through her sensitive lips, sliding along her cradling tongue. Every so often she'd pull back to just look with unbridled admiration at Carl's dark cock, its streamlined head glistening with her saliva, the large vein on its underside pulsating in anticipation. Then it was back on his cock again, up and down, in and out. Her fingers played gently on the insides of his corded thighs.

Carl stroked her hair, reassuring her. "Good girl," he said quietly. "Take it a little deeper. Oh. Oh, that's nice."

She raised her head off his cock and looked at him.

"I love your big Black cock," she said in a soft voice. "I could do this all day. It makes me feel all good inside. But at the same time, I want you to feel you cum in my mouth. I want to taste that hot Black cum. I want to feel your beautiful Black cock throb and pulsate as you cum. Oh God, squirt it into me. Fill my mouth with your sweet, sweet sperm."

With that she went back to work on his cock with renewed energy, licking him, sucking him and probing his tip with her clever tongue. Carl put his hand behind her head and encouraged her to go down more on him. Then he put his hand under her chin and lifted her until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. He took her hand and put it on the shaft.

"Do it, baby," he said, his voice thick with passion. "Jerk me off while you suck my cock. Make me cum. Do it."

"Mmmm,' she mumbled, smiling around the cock distending her lips.

Dr. Snyder's fingers closed around Carl's cock, tentatively at first, then with more assurance. She began to stroke it, up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her full lips grasped it just behind the head, and she sucked, her cheeks hollowing as she did.

She moaned. She could feel the big vein on the underside of his cock pulsing, filling with sperm. She felt a thrill of anticipation go through her. Carl was gasping. He put a hand behind her head and pulled her to him until his cock was firmly in her mouth, and he came.

Even as his cock jumped and pulsed and his hot sperm shot into her mouth, Dr. Snyder continued to stroke him and suck on him and wipe his throbbing cock head with her talented tongue. She moaned each time she felt his ejaculation shoot into her mouth, adding to the rapidly growing pool of pearly semen already there, nestling under her tongue, filling her cheeks.

At last he stopped. For long seconds neither one of them moved as Dr. Snyder kept an inch or two of Carl's cock in her mouth. Finally, she lifted her head, her lips gliding over the head of his cock and closing as it left her mouth with an audible pop. She lifted her head and looked at Carl with a very satisfied smile, her lips and chin glistening with mixed cum and saliva. She raised her head and ostentatiously swallowed.

She stood up. She met his eyes.

"Carl, we're not done here. I know you've got more. I know it! Now I want that beautiful big cock inside me! So deep! I want you to stretch me till I cum. I want to feel your hot sperm shooting into me. Fuck me, damn you!"

She stood up and slipped off her skirt and panties and stood before Carl, clad only in nylons and heels, her long hair in disarray. She was magnificent! Her lovely young breasts stood unsupported, their smooth skin glistening warmly in the soft light, her prominent nipples set off by her russet areolas. Her trim waist curved out smoothly to her wide hips. Carl's gaze fixated on the soft blonde pelt between the tops of her long legs, inviting him to explore the secret treasures concealed beneath.

In a moment she was astride him, her nylon-clad legs spread wide on either side of his hips, the pointed toes of her high-heeled shoes digging into the couch. With one hand she grasped his cock and guided it unerringly to the opening between her soft labia as she descended on him. His rigid cock, its tip still wet from her mouth and lubricated by his own cum, easily parted her nether lips. He felt her warmth envelop him, welcoming his penetration. The thick rod slid into her, her delicate membranes parting before it only to close in and grip the shaft in a warm embrace.

"Oh! Oh my god! OOOhhh, Oh Goddd," she moaned as she slowly and lasciviously descended on him, not stopping until their groins pressed one against the other and the tip of his thick cock was pressing against the opening of her cervix, knocking at the very entrance to her womb.

Once he was fully and securely in her, she grasped his hands and pressed them to her naked breasts. Gratefully his dark hands enveloped her warm white flesh, massaging her breasts. He took her nipples between his fingers and teased them into rigidity. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, lost in ecstasy.

Oh, she felt so good. Having been so well endowed since he was a teenager, Carl was no stranger to the pleasures of a woman and knew how to get the most enjoyment out of her. He listened to her moans and sighs, slowly moving his hips under her while manipulating her breasts, raising both her and himself to lofty heights of erotic pleasure.

It couldn't last, even though both of them wished the deep pleasure could go on forever. Carl knew that the woman was perilously close to her orgasm, so he let himself go. Just a few short movements inside the warm tunnel of her vagina and he felt his groin tense as his muscles readied to expel his thick, pent-up semen into her depths. He groaned, tensed up and then his head fell back and his hands dropped to her hips, pressing her down onto him as he came, volcanically.

Pulse after pulse of his thick white sperm-laden semen rocketed up through the distended pulsating vein along his cock to erupt with great force, powering its way deep into her welcoming depths. She shuddered and gasped with each ejaculation. And then she cried out helplessly as she came, gasping and moaning. Even as his hot sperm filled her, she squirted her own warm, wet discharge onto Carl, soaking him and the couch beneath him with her liquid passion.

After an eternity of bliss, it was over. Dr. Snyder collapsed onto Carl's chest, panting with exertion.

"Oh my god, my god, that was spectacular! I feel wonderful," she said. A moment later, in an entirely different tone, "But." she added, "I don't think we did a lot to deal with your original problem. I think we're going to need more time for that. At least another session, perhaps more."

Carl smiled, lost in the post-coital relaxation that comes from a really good fuck. Dr. Snyder's voice seemed to be becoming more distant, as if she were receding from him.

"I said, that was a most productive session, but I think we have more work to do. Carl! Did you hear me? Oh! Oh my goodness! Carl, wake up. You seem to have gotten too relaxed. You must have fallen asleep. I was saying that I thought we'd need another session."

"Wha... What? Did you say another session?" Carl struggled up from a deep sleep. To his amazement Dr. Snyder was fully dressed. And yet wasn't she naked just a minute before? Wasn't she? Carl shook his head, trying to clear it. Had he been asleep? Yes, when he looked again, she was still fully dressed, and so was he.

"Um, what? Ah, another session you say? Oh. Oh yes, I'd really like that, Dr. Snyder. Oh yeah. For sure."

Carl smiled. He was already looking forward to that.