Filthy Fuck Sex Therapy with Doctor Hard-ON in the Office!

Hi there, Fellas! I’m Doctor Hard-On. And, I just love some filthy fuck sex therapy!  Why do they call me that? Read on and you’ll understand CUMpletely! Giggle. My name is Dr. Misstrie and I’m what you would call, an accidental sex therapist. I met a particular client named Thomas on a run to my local market. He was in the way of me grabbing the last fresh melon. Slightly arrogant, in that. Mmmmmm, I don’t know, kind of way. Attractive? Certainly. Sexxxy? What?!?!? Sexy as FUCK! He was also a brooding intellectual. I liked it; even though it was a little off-putting. A challenge? Absolutely! And I had never thought of any man in this way who CLEARLY and quite obviously needed my special kind of filthy fuck sex therapy!

“Excuse me. Could I please get that melon?” A quizzical look crossed his face, and I realized how what I’d said was being perceived… I half giggled, batted my thick lashes at him, then I pulled myself together. He was just looking at me. A half-smile, but clearly checking me out. Biting my bottom lip, I felt a nervous smile creeping across my face, so he turned to walk away. I knew he could actually FEEL my cute ass walk away. He must have wanted to spank me. Was I blushing?

As he piled his bags into his car, I heard him clear his throat, and I stopped as he stood erect, looking around the lot.

He finally turned cumpletely around to see me standing in a cocky stance behind him. This time, it was I who smiled fully; even though it was a more coy smile. “Hi. Uh. I didn’t catch your name back there.”, I said.

“That’s because I didn’t throw it!”, came a quippy reply. The smile was there to offset what sounded like him being a little bitch (Hmmm, we’ll see!). “Sorry, I didn’t intend to sound that rude. My name is Tom.” His hand automatically extending towards mine.

I invited him to have coffee, which he rejected and told me, “I don’t go out with random women just because they shop at my supermarket!” This time he left the bitch in. Awwww. For me? How SWEET! lol.

I slid a hand into my suit jacket and into the breast pocket.

I produced a business card. Hmmmm, “Dr. Josette~Marie Misstrie”. He thought, ‘Okay, so she’s a Dr., but she could still be a nut!’ Tom smiled and thanked me, adding “Dr.” on purpose in the saying of my name. Yea, he gave me a nervous laugh and I smiled. You KNOW what they say, “You Only Live Once!” lol.

“I was thinking about seeing someone. Seriously! I was!”, he said to my less than believing facial expression.

“Well, you should really make an appointment. Seriously.” I believe my smile was infectious, as was that bulging, little cock in his pants.

“Okay. I’ll call to see what your availability is…”

“No need.” Just tell my receptionist, Molly, that you’re Tom, or Thomas, whatever your preference.”

“I’ll let her know as soon as I get back. Then, tell her to get me no matter what I’m doing. I’ll clear my schedule for you.” Again, that smile that says, “I know something you don’t know.” Why was a child’s nursery rhyme playing in my head like, Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah?

“Coffee, huh?” This time he smiled back at me. “Yeah. Coffee…I make a mean cup”, I said.

Shaking his head, he stepped back saying, “You make? No…I thought you were talking about a coffee shop.”

“If you can’t trust a Dr., who can you trust?”

Yeah…Famous last words.

But, he came. Back to my condo, had his coffee. And, he also had the good Dr… ME!

Not long after arriving, And about two sips of coffee in, I appeared again behind him. I’m pretty sure he was thinking, ‘What is with this chick and her sneaking up on me?’ This time, there was zero clearings of his throat… any and all nervous feelings he’d had while I was cumming on to him outside the supermarket… Now GONE!

He sat me on top of the bar,

dipping ever so slightly and began the meal of a lifetime! That man can eat pussy and worship ass like a PRO! Every inch of my clit and tight little ass were licked and sucked until I cried out in ecstasy…over and over, nipples hard as rocks. Next, I took my own turn and sucked his less than average cock before sucking his ass in preparation for my little surprise!

I walked away long enough to suit up and reappear behind him while he was still on all fours from my blowjob.

I slid my huge dick into his wet ass and fucked him within an inch of his life!

IAs I plunged his tight hole, I jerked his little pee-pee and instructed him NOT to cum until I told him to!

I had him dripping pre-cum as I slid out of his ass and he nearly collapsed from a round of filthy fuck sex therapy. I crawled under his weakened body and took that little dick into my mouth and I still had room for his balls! At least they were life-sized. Haha. Viewing my own reflection like a sensual shadow in the mirror across the office.

I sucked and pulled until he poured his thick, sweet cum down my eager throat.

He ate and was fucked the entire day; stopping between fucks to have lighthearted conversations about any and everything under the sun. We had made a connection, and it was more than just sex.

So, now months later, as he lay on this familiar sofa, describing his tawdry sex life and adventures to me; I recount the day we first laid eyes on one another… to the man I now fuck at every session. I know all of his secrets…especially the dirty ones. Furthermore, I know Tom will move on from me as his therapist at some point. But that ASS? Oh, hell no! I’m NEVER giving that up!

So, tell me…  Do you require some filthy fuck sex therapy too?

Or, maybe just looking for a new therapist? Call me. I’d be happy to start a new adventure with you! After all, who’s not into a little bit of humiliation phone sex with a goddess of roleplay? That’s me. I’m Joey. Moreover, if you haven’t had the guilty pleasure of meeting me yet, maybe today is your day for some filthy fuck sex therapy!

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