The Therapist

The Therapist

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


My mother has discovered I’ve been working as a high-class call girl since I was nineteen. She’s paying for me to see a top therapist to help me get better and live a normal life. Whatever she means by that, I don’t know.
My therapist, Richard Knox is twenty years older than me, but I find him attractive. I flirt and tease him by telling him explicit stories of what I did to earn money.
Will I ever break his cold exterior and get the chance to fuck him?


My mother has discovered I’ve been working as a high-class call girl since I was nineteen. She’s paying for me to see a top therapist to help me get better and live a normal life. Whatever she means by that, I don’t know.
My therapist, Richard Knox is twenty years older than me, but I find him attractive. I flirt and tease him by telling him explicit stories of what I did to earn money.
Will I ever break his cold exterior and get the chance to fuck him?

Chapter3 (v.1) - My third visit

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 29, 2020

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 29, 2020



Today I have a meeting with a potential new client at six in the evening. I usually meet them for a meal to get to know them a little and discuss what their desires are before I agree on anything with them. If I get a bad feeling about them, I don’t see them again. I’ve been lucky over the years; my gut instinct is nearly one hundred percent right.

I sit up in my bed to check what time it is on my bedside clock. My mobile is ringing; an unknown number is on my screen. I hadn’t got a clue who it was. This is my personal mobile, not my work one.

I answered my mobile; it was Richard.

“Good morning Jessica.” His deep sexy voice rumbled through my speaker making my stomach flutter. “I’m sorry to ring so early in the morning, I hope I didn’t disturb you. I need to.”

“It’s ok.” I interrupted. “I was already awake. I am still in bed though.” I paused. “and I’m naked.” I teased.

Richard was silent for a few seconds. “I need to change our appointment today to a later time. Could you come and see me at five this evening?”

Damn that man, he’s so cold and professional. He’s driving me mad. I flop backward on my bed and grimace. I’ve got a meeting at six. I would be pushing it for time, but I guess I could be a little late. The urge to see Richard was greater than meeting the new client.

“Jessica are you still there?” His deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts, sending a tingle through my body.

“Yes, five is ok,” I answered.

“I’ll see you later then, goodbye.” The line went dead. I looked at my mobile feeling a little hurt. He’d cut the call before I could say goodbye. I smile as I place my mobile on the bed. He’s just playing hard to get.


I woke late afternoon. I don’t usually sleep in late but just lately I have been sleeping a lot more.

Searching through my closet, I find my favorite red dress. It’s a sleeveless wrap around that has a small hook inside and one button on the outside holding it together. It hangs low behind my knees but with the crossover at the front, it shows nearly all my legs when I walk or sit. I slip on my black stockings and matching red heels then apply my makeup and of course, the red lipstick.

Before I left for my appointment with Richard, I texted the new client to tell him I would be running a bit late. He texted me back straight away, saying that was ok.


Once again, I arrived on time for my therapy session with Richard. My heart began to race when the receptionist told me that he was ready to see me.

I opened the door to his office; he was sitting behind his desk. I paused in the doorway watching him flicking through a folder. He looked up at me as he closed it. “Come in Jessica, take a seat.” He said as he pointed towards the chair opposite him.

He never took his eyes off me as I walked towards him. I pulled the chair away from his desk. If he was going to stay behind that damn desk, I was going to make sure my legs were still in his view. I sat and crossed my legs. The split in the front of my dress opened; the tops of my stockings were now in view.

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Richard broke eye contact and took another folder from the pile on his desk.

“Jessica, last week you said that you liked it when those two men took control of you.” He looked up at me. “That surprised me a little, you seem like a woman that likes to have control of situations. So how would you describe yourself, submissive or dominant?”

A hot rush spread between my legs. I didn’t expect him to ask me that. Is he toying with me? I smirked as I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

He stared at me chewing the inside of his mouth. Once again, he didn’t look amused. “That was inappropriate. You need to take these sessions seriously.” He sternly spoke.

“Sorry, sir.” I giggled. “I honestly don’t know what I am. I enjoy playing both roles. There is one client who I used to see, he liked me to be submissive.”

Richard picked up his pen. “Tell me about him and how you felt while you played that role.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes Jessica, I need to know how you feel about the things you’ve done. But you have to be truthful with me otherwise I can’t help you?”

He’s definitely a perv I thought as I glanced at my watch. “Ok,” I sighed making myself comfortable. “Before my client arrived at my apartment, I’d wash my makeup off and slip on a flowery summer dress. I’d then prepare a nice meal for when he finished work. The door to my apartment was unlocked so he could just walk in. Roleplay started the second he walked through the door. As soon as he entered my apartment, I would throw my arms around him, kiss him on the neck, and tell him how much I’d missed him.” I paused watching Richard writing his notes. I don’t think he noticed that I’d stopped talking.

Richard looked at me over his glasses. “Were you happy to see the client or was that part of the role play?”

“It was part of the role play and I was genuinely happy to see him. He’s a nice guy.” I smiled. “I used to wonder why he paid for me to be like that with him until he told me what a devil his wife was. He just wanted someone to pay him some attention.”

“Ok,” Richard slowly nodded. “Do you think he ever wondered why you were willing to be like that with him?”

“I don’t care what he thought about me.” I laughed. “He paid me to be like that.”

“So, all that you do is about the money?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“You’re answer should either be a yes or no.” Richard leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk.

Crap, he’s staring into my soul again. “I told you, I don’t know!” I snap.

“You said you kissed the client on the neck. Don’t you kiss clients on the lips?”

“No, that’s too intimate.” I shuffled in my chair feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn’t know where this sudden change of conversation was leading to.

“But you have sex with them?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Don’t you think that’s intimate?”

“No,” I shrug feeling more uncomfortable. “Sex is just sex to me!”

“Ok,” Richard frowned resting back in his chair. “So, you enjoy being submissive.”

My heart angrily thudded in my chest as I stared across the desk at him. I wish he would stop making me question myself with what I do. I glanced at my watch again.

“Is there somewhere else you should be?” Richard asked tilting his head to one side.

“No.” I sighed shaking my head.

“Continue then.” He ordered poising his pen ready to write his notes.

I took a deep breath to compose myself. “Well, I’d help him take his jacket off and ask him how his day had been. We would sit at the table and eat our meal talking about his day. “I smiled remembering how nice the client was. “After our meal, he would have a bath. I’d wash his hair and back for him while he talked.”

I paused watching Richard place his elbow on the arm of his chair. He looked me straight in the eyes as he rested his chin on his hand. He looked genuinely interested in what I was saying. I’m not used to men looking me in the eyes. Most don’t, to hide their guilt. “Continue.” He nodded.

“Ok,” I smirked, knowing what I was going to say next. “After his bath, he would lay on the bed while I oiled my hands. Starting with his feet I’d slowly massage his body up to his shoulders. He’d groan with pleasure telling me how good it felt. He’d roll onto his back with a raging hard-on. I’d slip a condom on him and lick my tongue up and down his shaft like it was a giant lollypop and swirl my tongue around his balls. He’d tell me I was a good wife and to suck his cock to please him. I’d wrap my hand around his thick meat and slowly pump it as I sucked his full length into my mouth. He’d hold my head with both hands and fuck my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until he cum. He never lasted long.” I giggled.

Richard shuffled in his chair as he sat up straight. “So, you never had sex with that client?” He asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “When he recovered, he would get dressed and leave.”

Richard slowly nodded staring at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Tell me the truth, how did you feel after he’d gone?”

I glanced at my watch. Our hour had come to the end. I didn’t want to answer his stupid questions anymore. Why does he keep asking me how I feel? I stood up and swung my handbag over my shoulder. “I’ll see you next week,” I said as I turned to walk away.

“Jessica!” Richard’s voice shot through me. “Answer the question.”

“You want the truth, do you? Well here it is.” I sighed as I leaned forward placing my hands on his desk. “Sometimes when he left, I would lie on the bed and cry because I felt lonely. Is that what you want to hear?” I stood up straight. “Now I have somewhere to go.” I paused looking him in the eyes as I placed my fingers on the one button on my dress. “Unless there’s something else you want from me.”

Richard’s glazed eyes stared at my fingers toying with the button for a few seconds. I smiled as he bit his lip. I could see he was tempted.

Richard cleared his throat as he sat back in his chair. “I’ll see you next week.”

I was so frustrated when I left Richard’s office. He’s got strong willpower or I’m losing my touch.

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