Kimberly didn’t want to sit in the chair, even though she knew she was supposed to. Instead she leaned over and used the back to support herself as she looked over at her therapist.
His stern looked told her he wasn’t happy, but she knew what would happen if she sat down.
She’d come to him a few months ago, based on a recommendation from a friend, to help with her husbands… interests.
And by interests she meant sexual deviations. The man was obsessed with porn, and latex, and masturbation, and who knew what else. As a conservative housewife, she was interested in none of those things.
So she’d come to try and understand what was wrong with him, thinking that perhaps a male therapist might be able to shed some light on the subject for her.
She had to admit, he’d done a good job as well, too goo in fact. He’d encouraged her to try and get into his mindset, to perhaps try some of the things she thought as perverted, in a limited, controlled setting.
After a session or two, she’d agreed and he’d pulled a dildo out of his desk drawer and handed it to her. She’d fellatio’d it right there in his office. For some reason, it hadn’t seemed as bad as she thought it was afterwards. In fact, by the time she returned the next week, she’d been having a lot of dreams about blowjobs.
Things had progressed quickly from there, each week the therapist had something new for her to try, and soon she wasn’t even hesitating.
But this was different… this was… this was too much!
He continued to look sternly at her and her lower lip started to quiver as her resolved faded. She let out an audible whimper after just a few seconds and then stood upright, slowly walking around to the front of the chair, her eyes darting between it and the therapist.
She stood there, shaking her head slightly, but he didn’t budged. Eventually she let out a sigh as her shoulders slumped and she sunk into the chair, a wave of relief crashing over her and a smile coming to her lips.
At first, nothing happened, but then, slowly, her legs started to part. It felt good, it felt right, and when they were at 45 degrees to each other, her hands slowly descended between them.
She looked over at him, bit her lower lip and then smiled. Her fingers clasped the bottom of her skirt and flipped it up, exposing her pussy.
She flipped it back down and then burst into a giggle fit. When it passed she did it again. And a third time, when her fingers refused to flip it back down and instead made their way down to her waiting pussy.
She was masturbating! Right there in front of her therapist!
But she couldn’t stop, as she knew she wouldn’t be able to, and so instead she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
“Your latex dolly loves to be played with! giggle” she heard her own voice say and her eyes popped open.
Her fingers flew to her mouth to cover it, which was a mistake as the sent of her own juices excited her even more and she started to suck on her fingers.
Soon her fingers returned to her pussy and she let go of any last resistance, her head leaning back once more as her lips spoke.
“Your dolly wants to be used… dolly wants her holes filled… dolly is a good sex toy…”
She wasn’t sure how long it went on for, but eventually her orgasm crested and she knew her husband would be thrilled with the progress she’d made today.
