Therapy Session

[Guest iJoey]

This is not my story, but it is so hot I just had to share.

 

 

This all happened the summer my parents were divorced.  At 17 I was a minor, but not happy when the judge said he felt I needed therapy, even if only to talk it out with a professional so I could reach the conclusion I hadn't caused the divorce.  Frankly, I saw therapy as nothing more than a waste of a perfectly good Saturday - but I had no choice.  Therapy it would be..

 

The first session I showed-up, just having finished with football practice.  Although I had just showered, I was wearing only my spare jockstrap, both because I hadn't brought any spare underwear to practice, and, truth be told, I liked wearing my jockstrap.  Skipping the boring stuff, after checking in I opened the door to therapy room I met my therapist for the first time.  I was in shock as the therapist was a well built black man, bald, clean shaven with a deep booming voice. Then and there I decided to throw myself at him.

 

Session 3: After two weeks of spouting xxx stories and him I am finally on my knees. He's sitting in his chair. I unzip his pants and his giant black dick is already hard and flops towards my eager mouth. I spit on his dick and give it a few strokes before swallowing all I could in my mouth and throat. I'm doing my best to deep throat him and things are getting messy. He is super thick and its just making me drool everywhere. After about 20min he grabs the nape of my neck and holds me still. I feel 4 stream of hot cum squirt in my mouth. I swallow. He cleans up and tells me to bring lube next time cause he is going to use my ass.

 

Session 4: This time there was no chit chat. I opened his office door and he was butt naked, semi hard and sitting in his chair. He motioned for me to come to him, I stripped and I dropped to my knees. After sucking him hard he pulled me up by my hair and motioned for me to get on his desk. "Ass up." I did as I was told. He asked about the lube and I pointed to my pants on the ground. I was no virgin. I had taken many a quarterback loads in me. He was huge tho. I tried to relax. He was fingering my hole and using alot of lube. Thank god, he is kind. I kept thinking to myself. He fingered me slowly. Starting with one finger, then 2, then 2 fast and hard. My hole was relaxed and I begged him to fuck me. He was tall enough that he just positioned himself behind me. He slapped his cock head on my hole and then pushed in. "Just the tip. How's that make you feel?" I didnt even reply. I pushed back. "Ok, gotta about half now. You ready for me to get balls deep?" I looked back. I felt him slide in me deep. I can't describe how it felt. It hurt like hell, then he began to pull it back and push in. Each time hurt less then my stomach began to tingle and he was rubbing along my prostate with each thrust (didn't know that then) it felt amazing. I could hear his balls slapping against me. I was taking it deep and hard. I was so cock drunk. I lay there my back arched and my face pressed to the wood desktop. I heard him moan and grunt. I felt that old familiar warmth in me. He pulled his cock out and clean up. I fell on my stomach and layed there on his desk. naked and full of his cum. "Clean up. See you next week."

 

This went on for about 2 years. I loved therapy! Also made me a total BBC slut. haha love to hear comments and PMs!

[TTFN]

That's the kind of therapy I need.

[Bttm2go]

This is therapy I could get into.

[shinelover]

Me too! You got the best kind of therapy I can think of !!!

[topstud127]

What's the source?

[Guest bbbearlover1]

Hot story

[hurri]

Where do we sign up?

[snaketat]

I make no effort to deny it, I was diagnosed with severe chronic depressive disorder over a quarter of a century ago.  Thanks to a lot of counseling, it is not a huge issue in my life any more, but I do to pay attention to what kind of crap that condition causes.  I continue to see a therapist who, in my opinion is quite good.   When I started seeing her, she was fairly young.  She is very attractive and as I said, very good at her work.

 

But when I  first started seeing her, she was not overly experienced in queer issues.  As we talked, I was never sure if she was comfortable with the subject.   of course over time, that aspect of my life became a common, but certainly not continual, part of my life.  

 

I did notice that she would figet a bit as some conversations might get more to towards the "bedroom" subjects and not about general gay issues.  I was never sure if it was continuing discomfort or if she was enjoying my "story" more than a young, attractive white girl should".  

 

While I am not proud of it, and I can say we never talked about the results, one session i decided to find out.   I relayed a relationship that had a lot of kink associated with it.  I had waited for the right time to tell the situation (both to fit it into our talk in a more "normal" fashion and for a day when she had on the right outfit).   I knew when I saw her in a fairly sheer top and almost too tight white britches, the day had arrived.

 

Long story short, her very, very erect nipples gave themselves away and, by mid session, a wet spot started growing between her legs.  No doubt, my story was turning her on.   I never did that again....I do appreciate her work....but I had to know.....and once I did, I appreciated that she was human....and not just my therapist.