I know what you’re probably wondering. How can I call myself a pretty normal and smart guy after doing what I did that day. Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Sometimes things happen in life and you just can’t explain it. That particular day, I couldn’t rationalize or talk common sense to myself if my life depended on it. That woman did something to me—body and mind—that I still can’t explain. I think what scared me the most is not what I did but the fact that I planned on doing it again… and taking it further. I didn’t end up giving her a heavy dose of Xanax but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t occur to me. Really, I just didn’t have too much on hand. It’s not like the movies. Shrinks don’t just have drawers of calming, anti-anxiety pills. Not every patient is a crazy basket-case. But after that afternoon, I made sure to get some more pills for my drawer. Lots. Because I had plans.
After I ushered her out of my office that day, my cum splatter painted all over the back of my own couch, I set her up with my secretary to make another appointment for just three days away. “I think we can start sorting out all these things,” I said to her, “and I’ll make sure your insurance knows its an absolute necessity.” I lied. Hey, everyone lies. I had no pull with insurance companies but she made me so hard that I had to rope her into some therapy, just so I could lay my eyes on her. She felt safe and reassured, I could see it in her eyes. It was exactly what I wanted from her. I gave her a non-threatening hand shake and smile, and watched her walk down the hall and out the door. I let my seed dry and stared at it the rest of that day. Just looking at it made me hard for her and the experience again. The three days I had to wait to see her again? Both miserable and exceptional. My daughter was staying with me for a few days so I made sure to lock my bedroom door, turn on the TV and run the shower while I jacked my dick madly, morning and evening, like a teenager. I was busting these massive loads every time and getting hard again so quickly. I’m here to tell you folks, at 56 years old it doesn’t usually work like that… if it works at all. So this was… tremendous. But every time I came in a tissue, I lusted for those sweet tits and plump ass so much more.
When I woke up that morning, the morning we were to have our second appointment, I felt downright evil. I masturbated to orgasm within the first five minutes of opening my eyes. I had thought of all of the things that I wanted to do in that office… both to her and with her… but I knew I had to see her and feel it out before I planned anything.
I’d tell you what I was wearing and how I smoothed my hair and what I smelled like but do you care about that? I didn’t even care about that. That’s not to say I’m not a sharp-dressed, good-looking guy because I am. But you don’t care. And hey, I don’t blame you. You’re here to read about the woman and what happened next. Well. Here it is.
I sat behind my computer, answering some e-mails and shuffling papers, trying to not just watch the clock until her appointment. She was scheduled for 11am. I imagined she chose that time so that she could get up, put in some time on her elliptical while she watched the news, pack lunches for her small children and shuttle them to school. She probably went to the grocery store to pick up something for dinner–she seemed like a pork chops with vegetables and red wine type of woman. Her trim body told me that she didn’t just exercise but that she also ate well. She probably held a basket in the fold of her arm, her skin glistening with a light sweat as she plainly ignored the men eyeing her. She drove her SUV home and prepped her family’s dinner before stripping down in her white-tiled bathroom and stepping into a steamy shower. The hot water danced on her large breasts, swam down her tight stomach and slowly made its way down her curvy ass and strong thighs. She lathered her body which turned herself on a little bit but she didn’t allow herself that happiness anymore. Everything was a schedule. Every motion had a specific purpose. She got out, fixed herself up and headed to my office. If her reality was far from my guess, it would’ve surprised me. I see a lot of the same types, you know, and this just happens to be one of them.
My secretary buzzed. “11 o’clock is here,” she said a moment before my door was gently pushed open. There she was. The most intoxicating woman I had ever laid eyes on. It’s funny, isn’t it? You’d think she’d need to act like Angelina Jolie, pucker her lips and expose a leg. But she didn’t. She seemed a bit shy and reserved, she definitely had no clue how beautiful she was. It was clear this woman had been told how hot she was but she clearly needed more. Why else would she be seeing me if she wasn’t living the life she needed? I wanted to be noble and help her, I really did. But my desire to grab my dick and tug it until I exploded everywhere just seemed to override any other desire. I might be a doctor but I’m also a horny man with a big, aching dick. What can I say.
So there she is, making her way to the desk when I instantly redirect her to the couch—the couch that I now mentally refer to as the cum couch, of course. “We had success on the couch last session,” I say smiling. Today she has chosen a plum colored dress, three-quarters length sleeve, deep v-neck exposing a bit of cleavage, sits a couple of inches above her knees. She’s wearing tall, knee-length brown boots and a brown librarian-like sweater is draped over her purse. I wished the v-neck was deeper and the dress was shorter, yes, but she still looked heavenly. The plum contrasted her long, blonde hair and her big beautiful eyes. The dress was tight enough so I could see the outline of her thong above her humps before it discreetly disappeared into her round ass. Fuck. I could feel myself get a woody just watching her walk to the couch. Today I’d left a chair behind the couch so I slunk into it immediately.
“I’d like you to pick up where we left off last time,” I said, turning a page on my notebook to make her think I was beginning to sift through my notes. The truth was I didn’t take a single note last time. In fact, I didn’t even listen to most of what she said. “If you’re feeling nervous about going deeper into this, I can offer you some breathing techniques.” I wanted to come out and say have a xanax but I didn’t want to seem creepy. But the erection Gods smiled down on me. “Is it appropriate to ask for anything more? A xanax?” she said, turning her head slightly but not having the guts to actually look at me when she asked. She was fully lying down now, her tits pointing up to the ceiling and her ankles crossed. Her hair fell to one side, down off the couch. Everything about her made me rock hard.
“The only anti-anxiety medications I keep on hand in my office are very low doses,” I said, conveniently having stashed a few items in the drawer under the Tiffany lamp. “I can give you two of the lowest dose tabs which, for your medical history, will be mild.” She agreed, I opened a bottle of water behind her so she could hear the seal being broken. I had already dissolved 4 low-dose kanas tabs into a bottle, hoping she’d in fact want to do this very thing. I handed her an additional two tabs. I knew if she drank all the water when she took the tabs, she’d not be able to stay awake more than ten minutes. I had already turned the heat up in the office by a few degrees to make it very comfortable. She swallowed the pills with ease and drank the entire bottle of water. Watching her take that down made me wonder how she gargled a cock and swallowed cum. Like a champ, I bet.
It happened nearly as a predicted. She started rambling about something, I started rubbing my completely rigid cock through my slacks and the moment she dozed off, I put a plan into action. I had to prepare for if she woke up. What would I do? Inject her with a medicine I had on hand to knock out patients that needed to go to a psych ward. The needle was loaded and I pulled it from the drawer and laid it across the table. I was so fucking hard and horny I didn’t even both taking my slacks off. I undid my belt, pulled my pants and boxers down and stood next to the couch, my massive throbbing cock dangling above her fat tits. I spread her legs apart and lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her black thong underwear. I slid my finger between her pussy and her panties and pulled it to the side, exposing her shaved pink lips. I let out some sort of noise or moan, which is a complete blur, and then I lowered myself to her and pushed my dripping cock tip inside of her. I wanted to explore her tits and taste her pussy but I didn’t know how long she’d be out. This was just the first try. I knew if it worked then in the future sessions I could do more.
Her pussy was so tight and deep. I thrusted in and out of her slowly, whispering to her as I fucked her unconscious body. “Baby, I have been jacking off to your body non-stop since I met you. You make me cum so hard. I can’t wait to fuck you every week.” I wanted to make it last but the fact I was raping her and fucking her in my office was just too hot. I could feel my balls tighten. I couldn’t unload into her, she’d be dripping cum all day and she’d figure it out. The nearer I got to busting the more I wanted to just shove my cock into her sweet mouth and fill her up. But she’d gag so I knew that was out. Instead I pulled out and jerked my dick behind the couch and came all over the back of the couch, yet again. I may have moaned pretty loud because she twitched a little. After I tucked my dick back in my slacks I put her thong back in place and pulled her dress back down. I inspected her carefully to make sure there were no traces of me or my big dick anywhere to be found. I sat back down in the chair and waited. The plan was to launch mid-way into a long explanation of something so that when she came-to, she’d think she fell asleep while I was talking. While I waited for her to wake up, I started planning what I’d do to her next week.
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great story very naughty
This was so fucking hot