To give context, I’m a therapist, a counselor really, and I have a network of other therapists with whom I remain close friends. This is good practice in this field for when you have a client you need to refer to a different therapist or when you need advice on how to handle a client, or sometimes just to vent. The following is an email sent to me from one of my therapist friends, David, about a client he encountered a few days ago:
Dear Steve,
Today a woman came into my office who said she just needed to talk to someone, and she was right. I barely said anything the entire time she was here, she talked the entire time. It’s a good thing too, because I have no idea what I could’ve said.
She had long, wavy blonde hair, green eyes, and light tan skin. She was about 5′ 6″, but she looked much taller in her 4 inch red heels. She was wearing a white tank top which barely contained her solid, round Ds, and only came down to her belly button, and the way she bounced when she walked made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was also wearing a denim skirt that was just an inch long enough, made her legs look a mile long, and hung low enough to show a tiny red waistband on either hip, and her hips were perfectly curvy. This was someone in the 80s’ dream girl, but she couldn’t have been older than 25. Her walk was confident and timid at the same time. She walked like she knew how she looked, but wasn’t sure if she should look this way. A warm smile (complete with glossy red lipstick) reached across her face.
“Hey,” she said, her voice almost breathy. “Good afternoon,” I responded, “have a seat wherever you like. Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked her. “I think I’ll sit on the couch, that’s where I’m supposed to sit, right?” she said, grinning. “Oh, and no thank you, I’m not thirsty.” I then sat in my chair and asked why she was there that day.
“Well, I think something might be wrong with me. I’m not sure how to say it, but I think I’m sort of a pervert?” She looked down, “I’m sorry, that felt strange to say.” I asked why she would say such thing. “I guess I’ve always been a little more into boys than I think I should be. When I was young I would try to sneak into the boys’ locker rooms just to see them, I once hid inside a locker watching them walk around.. naked, and I would..I…” She seemed to be out of breath.
I got the impression that my presence was making it difficult for her to speak, so I told her I had an idea. I turned one of my chairs to face the bookshelf to my right. I told her to sit in the chair and look at the books, to where she could ignore me but I could still see her face. I told her to pretend I wasn’t there and to just tell her story. I said to say exactly what was on her mind, not to censor herself for me, to use her mind’s exact wording. I reminded her that it was neither my purpose nor my intention to judge her. She followed my directions and, fortunately, she seemed to believe me. She began again.
“Okay, where was I? Oh right, locker room. The one time I managed to sneak into an unused locker, all the boys came in from their showers and took their towels off. The way their..um..” She hesitated and almost looked at me, her face seemed ashamed, but she decided to continue. “The way their ..cocks would swing back and forth as they walked, I just, it was the best thing I had ever seen. If you lined up my next ten favorite things in the world, chocolate, horror movies, whatever, and told me to choose between those and looking at the boys through a slit in a locker door, I would choose the locker every time. I remember one boy, I don’t remember his name, but I remember his cock hung halfway down his thigh. It was so big it looked heavy, and I could almost hear it wack against the inside of his thighs as he walked. If it wouldn’t have ruined the rest of my high school career, I would have burst out of the locker and begged him to let me touch it. My, um..” She paused again, but she decided to continue, and she made a face that said she had decided she wouldn’t pause again. “My panties were soaked. I reached down inside that locker and started rubbing myself while I stared at his cock, imagining him dragging it across my face…” She spoke as if she had just jogged a quarter of a mile. Her chest rose and fell steadily, and she tilted her head back slightly, as though she was imagining herself looking up at something. Her nipples began to poke through her tank top. She regained composure.
“That’s sorta how life was for me. I was a good student, usually. I couldn’t let anyone know how horny I was or they might think less of me, so I hid and watched from a distance. I did have sex a couple times in college, and that was great, but it wasn’t what I had hoped, and I haven’t really found much fulfillment since then. I think I miss, I don’t know, almost getting caught? I like the idea that what I’m doing might be wrong and I might get in trouble, which brings me to why I’m here. Last week, I did something I know I shouldn’t have.” Her eyes seemed to widen and she couldn’t help but smile slightly as she thought back.
“Last Saturday, I was feeling particularly excited. I wanted sex so badly I would’ve…Well anyway, I told myself I wouldn’t do anything, that I wanted a real relationship more than sex and that today would be a normal day like any other. I think at some level I believed that, but at some level I obviously didn’t, because as I got dressed I put this exact outfit on. That’s why I wore it again today. I didn’t think you would understand fully unless you saw. After getting dressed, I got in my car to go shopping, just to have something to do. I don’t work on Saturdays. I realized that my car was almost out of gas, so I drove to the nearest gas station near my house, which also happens to be a truck stop since it’s right by the interstate. As I was driving up, I had an idea, and I ‘accidentally’ drove in the wrong entrance…” She had used air quotes on ‘accidentally’, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as though it felt good to admit it wasn’t an accident. She continued, “I guess, somewhere deep down, my reasoning was that truckers spend their whole lives alone in an enclosed space, so one of them must be as horny as I was, and likely none of them would ever see me again. As I drove through I half thought about leaving and half thought about how I would find the right one and go somewhere private without being seen in the process, but all of that came crashing down when I saw a man walk out of the building. He seemed to be walking toward the truck right to my left, so I stopped and rolled down my window. He was kindof tall, I think, and he had dark hair and a trucker hat and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but I could barely see any of that because of what was in his jeans. Even behind that thick fabric, his enormous bulge made itself known. It shifted as he walked, almost like it was waving to me, and I, embarrassingly, made no effort to hide that I was staring right at it until he was only 6 feet away from me. I realized my mouth was open, so I closed it, and I didn’t say a word. He asked something like, ‘Can I help you?’ and I couldn’t say anything for a moment, but then blurted out, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He looked surprised and he looked around. We were covered on two sides by his truck and my car, but if anyone walked by either of the other sides they would see us. I didn’t care.
“I unbuckled, jumped up on my knees, stuck my head out the window and sat my tits on the door frame. They hung over the door, and my nipples looked like they might tear through my shirt. ‘You first,’ I told him. He looked around again and didn’t say anything more. He started to pull down his zipper and I licked my lips. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so behind his zipper I could see the base to one of the thickest cocks I’ve ever seen. He pulled his pants down a bit, then reached in and pulled out an absolutely massive cock. Without taking my eyes off it, I leaned back reached down to the edge of my shirt and pulled it up over my tits, slowly. The bounced out, and I rested them on the door again so he could see them better. I wanted him to see. His cock began to grow even larger and it started to lift. Then I said, ‘I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours.’ He agreed and stepped forward. He started to grab my tits, to feel the weight of them, to squeeze them. I reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands. As I played with it it grew harder and harder, until eventually it stood out maybe ten inches and was nearly three inches thick, just absolutely massive. It throbbed hard in my hands. I was soaked. I looked up at him and asked him, “Can I lick it?” He said yes, but I barely heard him. I was on a mission, I needed to put that huge pink tip on my tongue. I needed to taste it. So I did. I licked it from bottom to top, on either side, for what must have been a few minutes but felt like a second, never releasing either side from his rock hard shaft. I suddenly felt desperate, urgent maybe, and I looked up at him and begged, ‘Can I please suck your cock? Please? I’ll do anything, just let me suck it.’ I don’t know why I thought he would say no, but I did. He nodded, and with a grateful sigh I pulled him into my mouth. It was so big, I couldn’t fit much of it, but it was enough. I moved my tongue back and forth on the underside of it and bobbed my head back and forth. I held on tight with both hands so I could pull him in and out. I moaned like a whore while I did it, and it felt great.”
“I suddenly became aware of a deep aching inside me. I needed to be filled. I managed to pull my mouth away and I said, ‘Please fuck me. Hard. And don’t slow down if I scream.’ ‘What?’ he said. It wasn’t a real question, I guess he was just surprised. I sat back in my seat, unbuttoned my skirt and pulled my thong down around my knees. Then I sat up on my knees again, this time facing away from the door, and I sat on the edge of the door, hanging my ass out as far as possible. I was grateful to be so flexible for once. I braced my hands on the seat and waited. I could feel how wet I was. I was dripping. My pussy was drooling for his cock. I felt the tip of it push against my lips. I felt him rub against them, and struggle to put that enormous head inside me. I felt him grab onto my hips so hard I thought he might leave bruises, and shove his massive cock into me. It hurt so much, and I wanted it to. It stretched me open like I had never been stretched before. My pussy was completely full. He was only halfway in but there couldn’t be any further to go. I was wrong. He pushed in so hard my ass made a loud slapping noise as it slammed against his hips. My entire body quaked with pain and pleasure as I came. I screamed again, I had to, it was so much to take. He pulled out half way and then slammed back in, and then again and again, until it didn’t hurt any more. What was left was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had. My body shook with every pounding movement and fluids ran down my stomach and between my breasts. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and he started *really* fucking me. I couldn’t hold my mouth closed with my head pulled back like that, and I cried out each time his hips crashed into my ass, and he was getting faster and faster, and I came again and again and again. Finally I cried, ‘don’t cum inside!’ I only said it to keep one notion of not being a whore, and maybe he understood that, because he made sure every single drop of that massive load went into my quivering pussy. When he pulled away it came pouring out, on the ground, down the side of my car and down my stomach.
“I heard him zip up behind me, and I heard him get into his truck and drive away, but I couldn’t move. It was like his cock had disabled my legs, they were so numb. Without the truck behind me everyone could see my bare lower half hanging out of my car window. Truckers came up to look, and I let every single one empty his balls into me. Some came inside, some came down my back, and some got in the car and had my suck their cocks. I loved every second of it, and by noon I was covered in cum. As the crowd died down, I fastened my seatbelt and drove home. I could see police lights arriving at the gas station in my mirror as I drove away. I felt so good, and somehow I felt proud of myself.” She paused for a while, and said, “Gosh it was good to get all that out there. I feel a lot better, thanks. I’ll make sure to leave the check with your assistant, bye.”
Then she walked out, without either of us saying another word. So anyway you wanna get lunch sometime this week?
Thanks,
David
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/545epf/an_attractive_client_mf