*Forgot to mention in the title that this is Part 5. You can read Part 1* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12jiag2/mf_is_it_bad_when_you_want_to_fuck_your_therapist/)*, Part 2* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12l60tq/mf_is_it_bad_to_tell_your_therapist_that_you_want/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12px0qq/mf_is_it_bad_when_you_and_your_therapist_take/) *here and Part 4* [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12u1mm7/mf_is_it_bad_to_fuck_your_therapist_part_4/)*.*
Lydia was not actually on the pill.
She wasn’t sure whether to wait for an opportune moment to share this detail or to get it out of the way. Their bodies were, like the Friday afternoon prior, stuck together — both of them spent. She thought about how, in movies and TV shows, the post-coital bliss is usually fleeting, but also easy to deal with, without ever addressing the elephant of a complication in the room — that one party usually had cum leaking out of her, down her thigh, and liable to make quite the mess. That never seemed to be the case on screen, though, actors rolled over onto their side of the bed, whispered I love you to one another, turned off the light and scene — no mess to clean up, no quick trips to the bathroom, no tissues used to dab up the stick white cum, not even a condom thrown into a bedside trash can.
Thomas’ cum was inside her. She could feel it, spreading into the deepest parts of her. It wasn’t at risk of leaking out because his shaft was plugging her slit, as if forcing her body to embrace his cum. It felt fucking good.
She kissed his shoulder.
“That was,” she paused, “better than I could’ve ever fucking imagined.” She paused, again, catching her breath. “And I imagined it more than I care to admit.”
Thomas turned his head. He could feel his beard grating against the top of Lydia’s shoulder, but she didn’t seem to mind. “I just wish it could’ve kept going forever.”
Lydia raised an eyebrow, playfully. “You’re not happy you came?”
“No, no, I am,” Thomas replied, “but being inside you felt… so fucking right and so good, like, your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Lydia smiled, satisfied. “Well, then, I guess we’ll have to do this more often.”
Thomas smiled back at her and kissed her cheek.
“So, you know how I said I was on the pill?”
The question was like a grenade lobbed into her living room. Thomas recoiled.
“I’m not,” Lydia continued.
Thomas cut her off before she could explain. “What the fuck, Lydia…”
Lydia’s eyes pleaded with Thomas. “Listen to me,” she shouted, “I have an IUD.” Thomas looked at her quizzically, clueless. Lydia could only laugh. “Men really are fucking clueless about women’s health, huh,” she wondered, more for herself than for Thomas. “It’s a type of contraception, like a tiny little copper coil that sterilizes everything.” Thomas still looked perplexed.
“But it’s not the fucking pill, is it?” He seemed genuinely upset, Lydia had never seen like this before. He sat up, his cock sliding out from Lydia’s creamy mound, and sat on the couch, staring into the void. “Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you tell me to put on a condom?”
Lydia’s focus was in three places at once. On the one hand, how could someone who was so smart and well-read as Thomas really not know what an IUD was — was she really going to have to explain this to him like he was five? On another, there was now cum on her couch — light grey, no less — which she’d have to find a way to wash out. And, on another hand — one of Thomas’? Yes, one of Thomas’ big, strong hands — she was relishing in the feeling of Thomas’ warm, thick cum, mixed with her own juices, leaking out of her and down her thigh. She could feel it slowly seeping out of her and trickling down her thigh. It took all of her self-control to not slide her hand down and collect the escaping fluid with her fingers so that she could lick it up.
But first things first. She sat up, pressing her thighs together, trying to keep that precious white, liquid gold contained, she wanted it in her mouth. She put her hand on Thomas naked thigh — he really did have strong legs, she thought to herself.
“Thomas,” she said softly, but forcefully, “look at me.” He turned towards her, without saying anything. “I would never, ever, lie to you like that or betray your trust in that way.” She emphasized the words never and betray. “Ever.” She repeated it for emphasis, scanning his face to see if she was getting through. “An IUD is as effective as the pill or a condo. It’s just that there aren’t any side effects, like with the pill.” Thomas blinked, and she could tell that something had changed. “And, before you ask why I didn’t just tell you to put on a condom…” her voice began trailing off a bit and she averted her eyes, looking down at their hands, “I kind of have a thing for cum.” She felt Thomas squeeze her hand.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve trusted you,” he said, softly.
Lydia shook her head. “No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, I should’ve told the truth. It’s just a bit of a mouthful to explain when all I wanted was to feel your cum inside me.”
Thomas smiled and laughed. “Yeah, it kind of would’ve ruined the mood to have you explain all that as I was fucking you.” He thought about the words he had just spoken. “Kinda wild to actually say that. I fucked you. We fucked. We had sex. I came inside you.” He looked her.
Without saying anything, Lydia spread her legs apart. She watched as Thomas’ eyes made their way down her body. As his gaze shifted, Thomas was reminded just how much he enjoyed Lydia’s body — how perfect it was. He saw the inside of her thighs coated in a thick, creamy substance, some of it still covering her slit, and some of it on the couch. He watched as Lydia’s hands entered his field of vision, making their way between her thighs, taking his cum on her fingers. She rubbed her lips and her clit, massaging their combined juices into her sex.
“Fuck,” Thomas muttered, “you really do like cum don’t you?” His eyes shot up to meet Lydia’s. She smiled.
“I love your fucking cum,” she said, slowly, without breaking eye contact, bringing her fingers to her lips and sliding them inside her mouth, so that she could finally taste him again — taste the fruit of their sexual labour. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. Better than when she had cleaned Thomas’ mess off the coffee table. Better than when she had taste Daniel’s cum, even when it was mixed with her own wetness. This was different. She craved more, immediately.
“I’m going to need more of it, actually,” she said, playfully, before climbing on top of him. She leaned in, pressing her bare breasts against his chest and kissed him. Thomas could taste himself on her tongue, still. She literally tasted like sex — like their sex — and the thought made him kiss her back, passionately, running his hands along her back before they settled on her ass, grabbing it forcefully, spreading her cheeks apart a little bit. He let out a groan of desire.
“You can have as much as you fucking want,” he whispered, their mouths not even three centimetres apart.
Lydia kissed him, again, biting his lip and tugging on it gently this time. She reached back with her hand and cupped Thomas’ balls. “Oh yeah?” Thomas felt as if Lydia’s hands had been made to tease him. The way she moved her fingers on his scrotum, moving his balls ever so slightly to and fro, not applying pressure, but delicately massaging them, caused him to let out a small moan.
“We can fill your perfect little pussy with it over and over,” he said, softly, his voice trailing off a little bit towards the end as he felt Lydia’s nails drag along his scrotum towards the base of his semi-erect shaft.
“Good,” Lydia said, leaning in closer, bringing her lips to his ear and kissing his lobe gently, pressing her tongue into his jawbone, feeling his beard prickle against it, “that’s what I like to hear.”
Suddenly, Lydia stood up bent down slightly, grabbing Thomas’ hand. He stood up, too, and followed her. Neither said anything. Lydia walked into the hallway, towards the stairs, climbing them slowly in front of Thomas — the same way she had recently been climbing them in front of him before his sessions. Thomas’ cock was hard as he walked, swaying side to side and bouncing up and down, slightly. It hadn’t been long since he had cum, but the sight of Lydia’s naked body moving in front of him — the way she had spoken into his ear just now — and the fact that he knew she was bringing him to her bed combined to send blood pumping back into his manhood. As Lydia climbed the last stairs in front of him, Thomas couldn’t resist any longer, he took his free hand and grabbed her flesh, where the buttocks met her thigh, releasing it and then slapping it, the sound of his hand meeting her ass breaking the small silence. Lydia bit her lip, which Thomas couldn’t see, and let out a small, pleasured moan.
“You really like my ass, don’t you?” She asked, looking over her shoulder as they reached the landing and she continued to lead Thomas towards her bedroom.
“It’s perfect,” Thomas said, incapable of taking his eyes off Lydia.
The door to her bedroom was already open. It was neat and tidy, inside. The bed was made, there were no clothes strewn on the floor. Thomas wondered if she had any sex toys hidden away in a drawer next to her bed, but it was a fleeting thought. He took a few quick steps to come up right behind Lydia, putting his hands on her waist and turning her on her heels, pulling her into him, before he leaned in to kiss her. His hands fondled her ass, gripping her toned, muscular cheeks, and cupped her hips. Lydia could feel his shaft — now fully erect, once again — pressed against her stomach. It was warm and still just the faintest bit wet, at least at the tip. Lydia kissed Thomas back, but pulled away, flashing a devilish grin. She pulled Thomas towards the bed and guided him onto it, then climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
Thomas grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him so that he could kiss her neck, then her collarbones and finally her breasts. Lydia moaned and reached her left hand back, grabbing Thomas’ shaft and stroking it slowly. She could feel him throbbing against her hand. She wanted to feel it in her mouth. As he sucked her nipple, she stroked his manhood faster, gripping it tighter. Finally, Thomas let out a small moan. Lydia, her nipple freed from his mouth — how unfortunate — took her turn to kiss Thomas’ neck. She didn’t just kiss it, though. She bit it, nibbled at it, licked it. Feeling the cool air of the room on the warm wetness her tongue left behind was an oddly pleasurable feeling for Thomas. He closed his eyes as he felt Lydia’s mouth make her way to his collarbones and to his chest. He felt her lips on his sternum, kissing and caressing the chest hair that lay there. Lydia turned her attention to Thomas’ right pectoral, kissing it gently before running her tongue over his nipple. Thomas shivered and opened his eyes. Lydia was smiling at him, eager to read his reaction. He bit his lip and, taking this as encouragement, Lydia dutifully brought her mouth back to his nipple, kissing it, running her tongue over it and sucking on it ever so softly.
It was new for both of them. Daniel had never been much of a foreplay guy — much to Lydia’s chagrin — and, well, Christine was plainly vanilla, and had never thought of using anything other than Thomas’ cock to turn him on. Lydia liked exploring Thomas’ body — discovering the small spots and things that made his cock twitch with desire. She could feel it against the top of her thigh as she lay on top of him, her head on his chest. She made her way across his chest, kissing his chest hair again, before taking his left nipple in her mouth. Again, she felt his manhood throb against her thigh. She wanted to feel it with her mouth.
Thomas opened his eyes and watched as Lydia kissed his torso and his stomach, her hands slowly sliding down his body, until they reached his hips. Instead of wrapping her lips around his swollen tip, she kissed his shaft, then the fold where his pelvis met his thighs, then his shaft again. Lydia could feel how on edge Thomas was. She could feel his muscles tense as her lips touched his shaft, albeit barely. She liked having this effect on him. She gripped his shaft with her left hand, stroking it, as she brought her lips to his balls, kissing them, too. This time, though, she used her tongue, feeling the small ridges and folds of his skin, feeling his balls move as she flicked her tongue side to side. She opened her mouth and took them inside, applying just enough pressure to get a reaction out of Thomas — the moans that she had fantasized about hearing. She slowly dragged her tongue from his balls up along his shaft, looking up at him. Thomas bit his lip — he could tell how much Lydia was enjoying this and that, in turn, turned him on even more.
Lydia took the swollen head of his shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. It was still incredibly sensitive and Thomas let out a moan unlike any he had before. His legs bent a little bit and he recoiled slightly, but he didn’t want Lydia to stop, so he cupped the back of her head in his hands. Lydia took the rest of his member in her mouth slowly, but sloppily. She let her tongue linger below her lip as she pushed his manhood deeper inside her, spit coating Thomas’ shaft and running down her chin. She bobbed her head up and down with purpose, brushing her tongue across his shaft his tip, from side to side as she did. She started moving her head faster or, rather, Thomas did, she felt the slightest pressure being applied to the back of her head, guiding her. She obeyed, gleefully, taking every inch of Thomas’ shaft inside of her mouth with increasing speed, until Thomas lifted his hips off her bed, slightly. She understood what this meant. She pressed her nose into his pelvis and her lips tightened around the base of Thomas’ cock. It was hard for her, but she loved ever millisecond of it. For Thomas, he could feel his entire manhood enveloped in the warmth of Lydia’s throat and mouth. But it was the sound that he loved hearing. He released his grip on the back of Lydia’s head but she didn’t release his cock from the grip of her lips — not immediately. Instead she slowly pulled back, her eyes wide.
She gasped for air and giggled, wiping her mouth with her hand.
“Fuck, the sound you make,” Thomas said, admiring her, “it’s so hot.”
Lydia smiled and dove back into Thomas’ groin, swallowing his shaft entirely, again. She was making lots of noise now and leaving lots of spit in her wake. Thomas could feel it slowly dripping down to his balls and even to his taint. He was surprised at how good it felt. He watched, his eyes widening a little bit with every bob, as Lydia took his manhood in her mouth.
“Fuck, right there,” he groaned, as he felt Lydia’s tongue lapping against his frenulum, “right fucking there.”
Lydia obliged and kept her tongue right fucking there, as Thomas had insisted, flicking it slowly across his frenulum. She lifted her head slightly and began to only focus on the tip. She could tell how sensitive it was by the way Thomas was writhing.
“I want to cum inside you,” he groaned. Lydia playfully shook her head, still with Thomas’ cock in her mouth. She smiled with her eyes. She removed her mouth from his erect cock, tilted her head downwards and spat forcefully, onto the tip. She rubbed her thumb over it. Thomas closed his eyes and tensed his lower body.
“You’re going to cum in my mouth,” Lydia said, a smile spreading on her face as she stroked Thomas’ shaft quickly. The sound of her hand moving up and down along his spit-strewn shaft echoed in the room.
Thomas groaned and grunted. She could tell he was getting close, so she folded forward, bringing her lips to his head, and taking him in her mouth. She kept stroking the base of his shaft as she swirled her tongue around his tip.
Thomas opened his eyes and reached his hands out, gripping Lydia’s head and holding it in place.e
“Yes, yes, yes,” he said, through gritted teeth.
Lydia felt his shaft throb and, then, a second later, she felt the tangy, warm cum she craved coating her tongue and mixing with her saliva. She swallowed it attempting to satiate her desire. Thomas groaned again. “Fuck.” Another rope of cum spread across Lydia’s tongue. She swallowed it, again, looking up at Thomas.
“You taste so fucking good,” she said, sitting up and licking her lips.
“And you do that so fucking well,” Thomas replied. He put his arm out — the universal post-blowjob sign for come there — and Lydia joined him, her head resting on his shoulder, their cheeks stuck together. Thomas turned towards her and kissed her.
“I could get used to this,” he said, pulling back.
“Can you stay the night?” Lydia asked, hopefully.
Thomas considered this for a second. “I can stay the whole week if you want, but don’t you have to work?”
Lydia had forgotten that she had other patients than Thomas.
“I do,” she conceded, “but luckily it’s not much of a commute. Plus, I kind of like the thought of having you waiting here, ready to fuck me whenever we have time.”
Thomas smiled and chuckled.
“I like the thought of that, too,” he said.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12xw9qd/m4f_is_it_bad_if_your_therapist_cant_get_enough
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