Psychologist Dr. F. already knew, from previous therapy sessions, that I liked to show off for strangers on the web. To have erotic and dirty conversations, to exchange pictures or to share a webcam, all hidden from my wife. I was plagued by a feeling of guilt whenever I thought about this kind of behavior of mine and, to try to ease it, I exposed it with some reluctance to Dr. F. who listened with a professionalism worthy of her reputation. Nothing in her reaction made me predict what would happen next.
Weeks later, we were nearing the end of another session when the unexpected happened.
It was late spring and the weather was already warming up. Dr. F., with dark and long hair by the shoulders and dark eyes behind some light and elegant glasses, was wearing a sober dress with the hem halfway up her thigh, barely low-cut on her chest. For a woman in her late forties, mother of two, she was in excellent shape. Her legs were thin and smooth, well drawn from the ankle to the end of the thigh which was clearly visible because they were crossed. Not being a beautiful woman, she compensated for her physique and style. She was an attractive woman and I had often masturbated with the doctor in my mind.
Our chairs were comfortable and facing the center, each in a contiguous corner of the room. Between the two of us nothing existed.
– “Dear C., how have you been feeling about that subject we talked about a few weeks ago? That flirt of yours with unknown women online. Has it been repeated?”
The subject was a little uncomfortable for me, and I said it by looking down:
– “Yeah, I haven’t been able to resist. I’ve been feeling a difficult urge to control, I don’t understand.”
With my eyes on the room rug, I noticed Dr. F’s foot movement… Her leg were uncrossed, settling both feet on the ground, rotating her hip at the same time so that both legs were in my direction, the feet apart a couple of palms from each other.
Impossible not to compare the movement to Sharon Stone but this time the legs did not cross again. They stayed that way, motionless.
I glanced at the middle of her legs and in the shadow of the dress I saw the color of her skin. Dr. F. was wearing no panties, her pussy shaved. I didn’t know what to do and looked across the room, rubbing my legs and trying to control my hard-on: my cock was growing but without space, it was starting to be painful.
– “Oh C. I’m sorry if this makes you feel embarrassed, that’s not my intention at all but I couldn’t help thinking about your willingness to show off and how I identified with it. But my work and family doesn’t leave me much time to look for reliable contacts online and so I thought I’d try it out with you. I know it’s selfish of me, can you forgive me?”
I looked at her and she had a smile on her face that I haven’t saw before and immediately noticed her hand between her legs. I threw my head back, took a deep breath and threw a very audible “fuck”.
Dr. F. continued smiling, spread her legs further and touched herself so that I could see everything very well. With her forefinger and ring she moved her big lips away and with her middle finger she made short, soft circles slightly above the clitoris. The light shone on what were her cunt’s juicy liquids and I was lusting to feed me on those.
– “I’m about to feel ashamed by being the only one exposing myself and C. standing there still dressed…”
I smiled back at her, slipped a little on the chair and unbuckled my pants. I pulled them down until my already fully hard dick popped out. It’s indescribable the feeling of relief I felt.
I grabbed it by the base and put it upright. I squeezed it so she could see the big, reddish, pulsating head. I heard her sigh.
I masturbated slowly as I watched her touch herself, two fingers inside her pussy and the other hand squeezing her breasts.
I heard footsteps in the hallway outside the office and I spoke softly to her:
– “Doctor, if I keep this up, I can’t help but cum right here…”
– “Wait just a little longer, session time is almost over” and then she came down from her chair, came on her hands to me and without saying anything else she took my cock and gave it a big lick from the base to the top. I moaned (how wouldn’t I?) and she did “shhhhhh” with one finger over her lips.
From then on she gave me a blowjob like I’d never been given before. The way she picked it up, the way her tongue circled or the way her mouth sucked. The crazier I got the more greedy I felt her get. In the middle of the madness I was feeling I saw that her other hand was underneath her, touching her pussy non-stop.
A few minutes later Dr. F. pressed my cock hard and I quickly saw that she was having an orgasm. That perception was the last straw and I didn’t even had time to avoid it: I cummed into Dr. F’s mouth. She felt it was going to happen and she didn’t even complain while she was sucking me and swallowing all my hot cum, leaving me very well cleaned.
She looked at me with sweaty hair, a red face, smiled, and then brought her other hand from her pussy to my mouth and I sucked her wet fingers. How delightful.
She stood up, composed her hair and dress and said very calmly, still smiling:
– “Unfortunately our time is up. Next week at the same time?”
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