I was told I need help.
That I fucked to much, friends and strangers alike.
My family and non-fucked friends think that maybe wanting a cock in me all the time is a problem. So to make them happy I agreed to see a therapist.
They even picked a respected and well ranked doctor, with rave reviews! They were excited for my bettering mental health and sexual normality.
I wasn’t sure what to expect myself and when I got to the office and saw Loren Silk on the plaque I thought I was about to meet a porn star. Someone with a name like that surely couldn’t be a doctor! She must be ugly.Which is a mean thing to say but…
So imagine my surprise when I get called into the comfy room and the doctor isn’t an ugly or old woman. It was a fit man my age! He was a stud and I wanted to know what his cock tasted like before I even got to sit on that comfy couch.
“Hello, what brings you here today?” he asks.
“Well my family thinks I have a problem?” I purred, leaning forward towards him. Letting him see down my shirt, stare down my massive cleavage. My skirt so short that I knew he’d be able to peek at my panties under the cloth.
His eyes followed down that long line of tits. Especially as my fingers traced up and down tracing over my giant tits.
“Oh?” he asked, his eyes moving up and down his voice sounding a little breathless.
“They think I have a problem… But, I…” I trailed off, choosing my words carefully. “Think I’m just a very open and receptive girl who enjoys my love freely.” I leaned forward, putting my hand on his knee. Noticing a throb in his growing tent. “I’d be more than happy to talk about it with you, every week.” I smiled at him, my hand tracing up his thigh. Watching that growing bulge twitch in his pants.
“Of course as your patient we can… Explore all these…” my hand reached his upper thigh. “Things together.”
“That sounds very promising Miss… Brandy.” he smiled. His hand moving over mine, guiding it to his cock. Letting me feel his very nice hard cock under my hand.
“Mmmm… Mr. Silk I think you’re happy to see me.” I ran my fingers up and down his cock in his pants, pulling the zipper letting his cock free from his pants. My fingers wrapping around the thick staff already dripping with precum. “I can’t wait to what progress we can make with this.”
I think therapy maybe is a good idea. I’ll have to thank my family later, tell them they are putting me on the right path after all.
It had been a while since I had been bar hopping but a friend talked me into going out with a group of girls last night. As we went to each club we had a few drinks. By the time we got to the one you were bartending at, several of us were plastered. When last call was finished, I noticed the girl who was supposed top be our designated driver seemed to be drunker than the rest of us. You told us to give you time to close up and you would take us home. After dropping off each girl, I gave you directions to my house. When we arrived I invited you in for coffee. As soon as we got inside, you started making moves on me. It wasn’t long before we were both in my bedroom getting more comfortable. You loved the way my big tits felt squeezing both sides of your cock. As I worked my tits up and down your shaft, my tongue tried to catch the head when your cock emerged from my cleavage. It was way after sunrise before we ever got around to that cup of coffee. By that time you had given me several helping of cream.
