My Therapist: A Complicated Relationship
As the days ticked by, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about my upcoming appointment with Ms. Oh. We had connected well over the phone, and I couldn’t wait to see if our chemistry would translate in person. To boost my confidence, I made sure to take my pills as prescribed, which helped improve my blood flow and left me feeling ready for a night of passion with my long-term partner.
Ms. Oh called to confirm our appointment, and we settled on a time that worked for both of us. She explained that she needed to get home early, so we scheduled the appointment for the evening. I arrived at her apartment a bit early, eager to get started, and was greeted by the sound of her doorbell.
When I entered, I was taken aback by the sight of Ms. Oh, who was dressed in a stunning silk robe that hugged her curves perfectly. Her nipples were visible, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. She seemed to know exactly how to tease without giving everything away.
Ms. Oh led me to what she called her “exam room,” which was actually a guest bedroom. She instructed me to get on the bed and undress, which was a unique experience for me, but one that I was happy to comply with. As she prepared to examine me, she kissed me tenderly, sending a wave of excitement through my body.
“We need to collect that sample before anything else,” she said, expertly guiding me through the process. She asked me a series of questions, including how often I had sex and when was my last time, which made the experience feel almost clinical, but in a good way.
As she began to stimulate my prostate, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. She rubbed her left breast against my shoulder, sending a clear signal that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. Within minutes, I was fully erect, and she smiled knowingly.
“Now, let’s get started,” she said, and I felt her fingers gently massaging my balls. She switched to a lighter touch on my shaft, teasing me with a rhythm that left me breathless. I wanted her to keep going, to push me to new heights.
As I began to make noise, Ms. Oh instinctively knew what to do, touching the sensitive spot on top of my shaft. I tightened and relaxed, my body responding to her expert touch. Within a minute, I was on the verge of climax, and she had a cup ready to catch my release.
She expertly guided me through the process, catching every last drop. I lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of the intense orgasm. When I finally came to, Ms. Oh was standing beside me, a smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” I said, still trying to process what had just happened. “How do you know exactly what to do with me?”
“This research has helped me hone my skills,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I’ve had experience with my husband, and I’ve learned what works and what doesn’t.”
She paused, collecting herself before continuing. “But let’s not talk about that anymore. It can get me down.”
Instead, she held me close, and we kissed again, this time with a sense of urgency and passion. Her tongue danced with mine, and I felt my body respond. I slid down to her neck, then her shoulders, and finally her breasts, which were still protected by her robe.
But I knew I wanted to see them, to taste them, to touch them. I found the tie and undid her last defense. Her breasts were firm and perfectly sized, and I knew I wanted to spend more time with them.
As I licked her nipples, she moaned, her hands guiding me to take it deeper. She was desperate, her fingers pulling and squeezing my genitals. I was turned on, my body responding to her touch.
“Suck them tight,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want your dick inside me soon.” I obliged, my tongue and lips working in perfect harmony.
She pushed me back, rolling me over, and I was surprised by her strength. She took my wrists in her hands, nibbling all over my chest, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Her pussy was doing its thing, rubbing against mine, making me hard all over again.
After several minutes, she inched up, lining my dick up with her cunt. Sliding back down, I felt myself surrounded by her warmth, her moisture. She rocked, getting my dick to rub her clit, and I could feel her G-spot responding.
She convulsed around me, shaking all over, and I was in awe. After a bit of recovery, she told me, “You better not cum yet, I am not finished.”
The process started all over again, and I held on, my body responding to her every touch. But this time, she rolled me over, getting me on top. “Now, mother fucker, fuck me until you squirt your load into me, and don’t hold back.”
I started thrusting, savoring each time as I hit her hard. I was almost out of air, but I kept pushing, feeling my balls tighten and then explode. One last thrust, and I saw stars.
Ms. Oh was softly kissing me when I came to, telling me I had collapsed on her. Once she regained strength, she rolled me back off, kissing me again. “You did exactly what I wanted and gave me all you had.”
As we walked to the bath, I felt drained, but also somehow revitalized. We showered together, and she soaped me all over, making me feel alive. After the shower, we dried off and she took me back to bed for a hug-fest.
An hour or so later, I felt strong enough to walk on my own. Dressed and refreshed, Ms. Oh ushered me to the door, kissing me good-bye. I knew our time together was limited, but I was grateful for every moment we shared.