Surprised by Sam, the Shrink

Surprised by Sam, the Shrink Surprised by Sam, the Shrink

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Referred to a psychologist for my oral fetish did not turn out as I had expected.

Summary

Referred to a psychologist for my oral fetish did not turn out as I had expected.

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Submitted: February 28, 2016

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Submitted: February 28, 2016

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Surprised by Sam, the “Shrink”

I lay there, with my erection proudly and patiently waiting for attention as Claire climbed off my face. I licked my lips, savoring the taste that I love the most and leaned towards her for a kiss.

“Damn, Ben, you need to seek some help,” she groaned.

“What’s the matter; didn’t it feel good?” I asked, concerned. If she didn’t enjoy it, that meant I wasn’t going to get anything myself.

“Of course it FELT good, silly,” she chuckled, “I came four times, but my clit is so sensitive I don’t think I can fuck for a while. You need to see a doctor, a shrink, you know; a psychologist or a psychiatrist or somebody to find out why you love eating pussy more than fucking.”

“I love fucking just as much, but much more after I’ve given the woman an oral orgasm or two to warm things up,” I said defensively.

“Even so, I think you could benefit from some professional help. It might make you enjoy sex more without feeling so obligated to satisfy the woman first,” she reiterated.

So after thinking if over that afternoon, and especially since I didn’t get to fuck Claire, I decided to get an appointment with a doctor recommended by a friend, who could analyze my behavior. Eight days later I sat in the waiting room for Dr. Sam Graham, a local psychologist. When the receptionist told me I was next, I went into the doctor’s office.

Seated in a desk chair with rollers was a woman, probably in her late forties with auburn hair. She wore a light beige skirt and jacket over a silk white blouse. Her heels matched the skirt. She looked up when I approached and I was taken aback by her face; she was movie star gorgeous.

“Thanks for coming in, Mr. Jameson, please…have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” she said warmly.

I sat in the soft armchair across from her, immediately noting that I sunk in deep enough for her to be looking down at me as we spoke.

“What’s the nature of your visit today, Mr. Jameson, and how can I help you?” she asked. She had one knee crossed over the other and a yellow notepad resting atop her knee.

I tried to explain without stammering or being embarrassed. “Well, my current girlfriend suggested that I seek help for a certain fetish I have,” I said softly.

“A fetish?” she asked, as she put her pen to the yellow pad. “What kind of fetish?”

“Well, a sexual fetish, ma’am,” I said, feeling positive that I must be blushing.

“Why have you come to see me, then? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable discussing it with a male doctor?” she asked.

“Well, ma’am, a friend gave me your name and phone and I thought you WERE a male,” I admitted.

“That’s understandable; would you like me to refer you to a male colleague, Mr. Jameson?” she asked politely.

“Well, as long as I’m here, maybe I’ll let you decide if you think you can help me,” I volunteered.

“Very well, then,” she said, “Tell me about your fetish.”

I cleared my throat and began as confidently as I could. “When I first had sex with a girl she happened to be fond of oral sex and she taught me how to please her. She told me that once I satisfied a woman orally that she would respond to my sexual advances, and to prove it, when I gave her multiple oral orgasms, she would reward me with sex; masturbation, intercourse, and sometimes, um…oral.” I said sheepishly.

“Blow jobs. You can say it, Mr. Jameson, it doesn’t embarrass me,” she said. “So why do you consider your oral fascination a fetish?”

“Because I can’t get enough of it! The reason my girlfriend sent me is that after four orgasms she was too tender to do anything else and I would have continued even longer if she had let me. I love everything about it, the smell, the taste, having my head between her legs and feeling her body respond when she comes. I just can’t help it,” I said, gasping with embarrassment.

She was silent for a couple minutes, scribbling on her note pad. “Do you give oral sex to every woman you date, Mr. Jameson?”

“Absolutely, and sometimes I like being denied a release, sort of role playing, you know?”

“You mean like being dominated?” she asked, touching the end of her pen to her chin.

“Yeah, that really makes me hot, when the woman dictates everything. I like being in submissive positions all the time. I last longer that way, no matter what she makes me do.”

“And you say women complain about your wanting to give them oral orgasms?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not usually, but I think I went too far with Claire and that’s why she complained. She’s so hot, I couldn’t help myself.”

“What attracts a woman to you, Mr. Jameson, that makes you want to satisfy her orally?”

“It can be any number of things; how pretty she is, what nice legs she has or a nice ass, pardon me being so crass, doc,” I said.

“That’s perfectly all right; go on,” she said patiently.

“Usually it’s just her attitude; if she’s confident, assertive, aggressive or suggestive in any way, I don’t care what she looks like; it’s just the possibility of being submissive and used physically that arouses my interest,” I admitted.

The doctor shifted in her chair, lifting a leg to rest her foot of one leg on top of the other knee. In doing so, her skirt tented just enough so that from my angle I could see the tops of her stockings under her skirt. I took a long look and then looked at her face but she was writing on the pad.

Without looking up from the pad she boldly asked, “Does the fact that you can almost see my panties make you think about giving me oral sex, Mr. Jameson?”

I knew I was fucked, caught staring up her skirt. I cleared my throat again, trying not to make eye contact with her. “It normally would, but knowing you’re a professional person and it could not possibly happen, I’m trying not to think about it.”

She pulled the hem of her skirt back to her waist and left an open view of her entire crotch, upper thighs and cream colored panties. “What about now, Mr. Jameson. Would a clear view like this make you desire my body?” she said without any emotion.

“Yes, ma’am,” I quickly replied, “I can easily visualize myself between your thighs waiting for permission to do something for you,” I said, my breath coming in quick breaths.

“That’s very flattering,” she said with a slight smile on her lips. “What if I were to remove my panties and ask you to satisfy me orally, right here in my office, would you do it?”

I gulped in surprise and my eyes must have doubled in size. “Um, yes ma’am, I would, with no hesitation,” I answered.

“And if I did not allow you to do anything else, including sexual relief for yourself, would you still do it?” she pressed.

I sat there, my mind screaming inside my head, “Yes! Fucking yes; let me do it, right now, please!” But I nodded silently.

“Do you have an erection, Mr. Jameson?” she asked. She didn’t have to ask; my pants had a bulge that nearly busted through the zipper. I nodded again, embarrassed at my lack of control.

“And you can maintain that erection while you orally satisfy your partner? She asked.

“Yes, ma’am, for a very long time.”

“You mentioned “submissive and being physically used,” please elaborate on that.

“Well, the girl with whom I first had sex liked face sitting and then being on top for intercourse, so those excite me the most. I’ve had threesomes with two women doing that and it’s the most exhilarating thing in the world. I can satisfy both before I feel the need to come myself; it’s unbelievable.” I gushed.

“What about receiving oral; does that please you as well, or more than intercourse?”

“Every man loves a blow job, but I’d rather sixty-nine than just get sucked off. But I’d never turn down an opportunity for intercourse under any circumstances.”

“You mentioned initially that a woman with nice legs or a nice ass turns you on?”

“Yes, ma’am, great legs are a turn on for me. A tight ass is arousing as well. I’m anally oral as well if the woman wants it.”

The doc looked up from her note pad and raised an eyebrow again. “Really? You enjoy licking a woman’s anus?” she asked, surprised.

“If it turns her on or satisfies her in any way. Remember, as I said, if she is in control, I will do almost anything for her,” I said almost proudly.

“I would imagine by now that the crotch of your boxers might be a little damp, isn’t it, Mr. Jameson?”

“Yes, ma’am and has been since you showed me your panties,” I admitted readily.

“Good!” she beamed, “Then I see nothing wrong with your libido or your fascination with oral sex, Mr. Jameson.” She pulled her skirt down, ending the show and set the yellow pad aside. She stood and extended her hand, and I stood to shake it, although it was impossible to hide my erection.

“Tell your girlfriend that she needs to appreciate your dedication to satisfying your partner, and she can stop you at any time if she doesn’t enjoy multiple orgasms.”

“Thanks, doc I appreciate that,” I said, opening the door to leave.

“My pleasure Mr. Jameson, and call me sometime. I’d love to arouse you without having to charge you $180 an hour.”

 

 

 

 


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