Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always wanted to help people. I was soft and caring by nature, so my natural instinct was to be a nurturer. And so I perused a career in psychiatry. Having just finished my graduate school, I had began work as a licensed psychotherapist. Talking to people and digging deep down to understand their motives fascinated me. I also wanted to help them work through whatever issues they were having. Most of my patients had underlying childhood traumas. After two or three sessions, I had usually made a breakthrough and found what was the root cause of their issue. An abusive mother, an overbearing father, everyone had a trigger. And thus with time, everyone became a cookie cutter patient. Each one same as the next… that is, except one.
They never told me his name. He was brought in for a pre-trial psych evaluation to determine his mental state. The only thing I had on him was his prisoner#. I asked him, “What’s your name?” He simply smiled at me and said with a cheeky attitude, “Just call me Mr. X”.
“Okay Mr. X, do you know why you’re here?”
“You must have been top of your class huh. Asking all the deep questions”
“I’m just trying to gauge your sense of awareness”
“And I’m just trying to sense your gauge of incompetence.”
“What?”
“You were a little people pleaser as a child weren’t you” he quipped.
“Well… ”
“Don’t answer that. I know you are. So tell me, how long have you been married?”
How the fuck did he know I was married? I never wore a wedding ring and didn’t keep any photos of my family members in my office. Taken aback by the question, I stood there studying him; his features, his energy. His face was rugged with a perfectly chiseled jaw and piercing black eyes. He had tattoos all over his body and scars on his face. A muscular man, I presumed those guys had nothing better to do in jail than to work out. I admit, I judged him, but in the same instance… I was incredibly turned on by him.
He was right, I WAS a people pleaser. Having always taken the path of least resistance, I would always convince myself that the decisions I made we mine alone; when in fact, I was doing what others wanted of me. Having him there, antagonizing me, but that loudly into perspective.
“About 2 years I said”
“Well he sounds awesome. You guys should come over for dinner sometime. I make the best toilet wine in the entire prison system.”
His facetious remarks failed to amuse me, but his irreverence towards the situation continued to turn me on. I went to my desk to briefly look at his file. “Lets see who I’m dealing with”, I thought. As I read the list to myself, it was like reading an erotic novel. Each line made my pussy wetter than the next.
1. Robber
2. Aggravated assault
3. Attempted murder
4. Attempted murder of a police officer
Jesus Christ, this man is fucking dangerous. Knowing that made my pussy ache for pleasure. I began to rationalize. “This man is likely going to jail for the rest of his life… I am likely the last woman he will be seeing for a very long time”. I realized what kind of sexual power I had over him in that moment. Seeing this caged animal before me warped my judgment.
“So Mr. X… a real smartass aren’t ya”
“If you say so doll”
“Perhaps you just need the proper motivation and you’ll be able to talk to me like an adult… tell me, if I let you out of your handcuffs, can you promise me you’ll play nice?
He looked at me like a wild beast, smirked a sly smile and said, “Not a chance”. By that point, I was too entranced by his wild, dangerous demeanor. I approached him slowly and with a paperclip jimmied his handcuffs free. The minute his hands left the cuffs, I instantly regretted it.
He grabs me by the hair and brings my face closer to his. I’m frightened beyond belief and at the same time, extremely turned on. My pussy is so wet that it begins to drip through my panties. He takes his right hand and puts it down my panties while staring me in the eyes. The moment his fingers touch my clit, I begin to shake. “Fuck, this shouldn’t feel this good” I thought. As he continued to pleasure my pussy with his hand, I ached to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him so bad. I tried to touch his lips with mine, but he pulled my head back with my hair and continued to smile a most evil smile.
At that point, it was perfectly clear. I was a mere object for his satisfaction. He didn’t want sex in the way normal people want sex. No, he wanted to fuck me. And he was about to do just that. He threw me on the couch with my ass in the air. He dove into my pussy and began to tongue fuck my pussy hole. “Oh my god!” I said out loud.
The guards on the other side of the door knocked and said, “Hey, is everything alright in there?”
“Yeah!” I said, barely coherently. “I’ve just made a breakthrough”. While he continued to ram his face into my ass with his tongue entering deep into my pussy at each thrust. He was so much bigger and more powerful than me, each time he moved me, I felt like a worthless little rag doll. He took me again and turned me over. I was so wet, I had drenched most of the couch I was on.
Finally, he takes out his cock. It looked veiny and throbbing. Clearly, this man had not seen a woman in a long time and God knows this may be his last time. He doesn’t hesitate and inserts his pulsating dick deep into my pussy. The sound of his thighs slapping against my voluptuous little ass resonated so loud, I could have sworn the guards on the other side of the door would hear. But I didn’t want it to end. He was a sick, hopeless psychopath who had no morals but to chase what he wanted. He was a menace to society and needed to be locked away. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to cum deep, deep inside me. I had already climaxed 4 times while he penetrated me and with each time, my pussy became more sensitive and raw. Towards the end, it felt completely numb and I felt like he had tore my insides. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care about me or anyone but himself. He continued to thrust. God, I was in pain and I fucking loved it. His total disregard turned me on so much that I was willing to relish in the pain. Finally, I head a grunt that a lion would have envied. The thrust became unbearably strong as he injected every ounce of his cum deep into my pussy. As he pulled out, a massive stream of oozing cum came dripping out of my tight little fuck hole. I was had. He zips his jumpsuit back up, puts on his handcuffs and goes over to the door. As I’m getting myself put back together, he knocks on the door and yells, “Hey guards! Hey guards! Open up!” As they open, they find nothing remarkable. I’m back behind my desk and he’s standing 10 feet away from me near the door.
“Get me out of here, this bitch is fucking worthless”
The guards look at each other bewildered and realize they have no choice but honor his wishes. Convicts can only speak to me voluntarily after all. The take him away leaving me alone, looking at his file. The endorphins in my body are still pulsating through my blood as I sit there in post-sex ecstasy. I look again at his file and read it one last time. Then, I had realized I had enough to make my differential diagnosis of what was the issue with the patient; Fucking insanity.
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