In todays sex therapy lesson we are going to talk about why you like bald pussy holes. So as you sit back in that arm chair and start to tell me all of your fantasies and what makes your dick hard, I want you to picture a petite pink pussy with a tight little snatch. I want you to think about what it might be like to put your tongue inside of it and wiggle it around.
I want you to start imagining the amounts of cream that could be capable of coming out such a wee hole. After your dick is nice and hard about the thoughts of such a sweet pussy hole, I want you to grab onto your cock and start rubbing it. I will instruct you when to stop… now we should be able to delve into deeper holes. I want to get to the bottom of why you like such things and how we can broaden your horizon.
One of my clients, he is such a naughty boy. He tells me during our sessions about his kinky desires to be with me and fuck my beautiful mouth as my red hair is wrapped in his fist while he pumps his love juice into the back of my throat. He tells me about how he would bend me over the couch in my office and pound the shit out of my ass while he confessed all of his unnatural sexual wants and needs.
What I really want him to do is express all of his pent up frustrations and if he takes them out on me thats fine, I love being a sex therapist and helping men work through this, the only thing I love more than that is the feel of a big fat cock in my pussy hole. I can really make a difference in his life by listening and opening my mouth and my legs really wide.
I had a client, we will call him Chris. He came to be in a panic. Said that things between him and his wife have gotten stale. He doesn’t feel a connection to her anymore. When they go to have sex, he can’t get his cock to stay hard. I knew right away what to do. I stood up and told him to take his clothes off. As he did this, I did the same. I slowly took my tight shirt off, my bra, my skirt, and lastly my wet panties. I hopped on top of my desk and told him to lick my juices. He does as he’s told like a good boy. I can see that his cock is so hard. His problem isn’t his wife, his dick doesn’t get the attention it deserves. I tell him to sit on the couch. I take his cock into my mouth and suck, suck like there’s no tomorrow. I suck him until I can feel him about to cum and jump on top of him. I take all of his hard rod, all the way down to the balls. I pump and pump. His mistreated cock was certainly enjoying my attention. We fuck until we both cum and he fills me full of his hot cum. As we dress, he says his cock thanks me for the attention.
You’re my sweet roommate and we are all alone for the day. I decide to make a very nice dinner, I put on a tight, sexy red dress and slutty black heels. After we eat, we sit on the couch together and watch a movie. Apparently you’ve been horny today, instead of selecting a movie, you “accidentally” click on a porno. I turn to look at you and you’re smiling from ear to ear. I bet you had this planned, that’s fine with me, I want you too baby. I slowly take off my tight little dress, stopping at my shoulders to shoot you a sexy mischievous smile. I bend down to slide the dress off, I hear you grunt as my black lacy thong and garters peer out from my dress. I wanted to look very sexy for you, do you like it? I motion for you to stand up. I snatch off your belt. You buttons fly across the room as I rip open your shirt. I immediately take your throbbing hard cock down my throat. You grab a handful of my hair and pull, that’s it baby, pull my hair. Your tongue caresses my wet slit, I start to thrust my hips towards your face. After teasing my swollen clit, you finally dig in and devour it. And with that, I start sucking harder, faster, gagging more, getting your rod soaking wet. Oh, my wet twat needs your cock! Plunging your rock hard dick deep in my glory hole. The movie fades into the background as all of our moans refill the room. With a final thrust, I feel your hot spunk ooze out of my very satisfied cunt.
It’s National Salami Day and even a nice girl like me appreciates a large stick of sausage. Being a phone sex therapist, I feel that I have a healthy sex drive. Sometimes a girl just needs to be stretched beyond full. This is that holiday where it is perfectly ok to indulge that desire for extra pepperoni on that pizza.
Last year I went out and found me some spicy Italian sausage. He had those sexy dark eyes and black hair. My pussy was humming just looking at him. We were making out when he put my hand on his bulge. It felt like a beast was alive in his pants. I could literally feel him throbbing as he whispered dirty words in Italian. My panties came off quick for that big beef stick. We fell to the bed in a groping heap, his fingers pushing into my wet gash, stretching me for the main course. I begged him to fuck me and he did, slowly at first and then more forcefully, his big bologna hitting my inner depths. He left me with my desire for salami fully quenched and my pussy filled with cum.
Sometimes you need a sexy and friendly voice instead of a slutty one when you got something on your mind that is making your cock swell. And you want advice as well as release, why not try some GFE phone sex with a college educated phone sex therapist. I’m a sensual woman who knows how to please a man. I have quite the sexual appetite myself so I know how you feel when something is stuck in your head making you crazy. Share with me those wicked and naughty thoughts and fantasies. I’ll teach you new and creative ways to make that cock quiver. Tease and denial, edgeplay, guided masturbation and erotic hypnosis are just a few. I’d love to be your new internet girlfriend and someone you can share your dirtiest and most perverted thoughts with. Don’t mistake me for boring. I love to slide my hand in my panties and play along as we chat. I have a wicked sense of humor that will make our sessions anything but boring. Let me share vivid verbal pictures of my own needs. Nice girls have wet pussies too.
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Ever since I was a young girl, I hated being tickled. My brother and daddy both loved to hold me down and tickle me until I cried. It was so embarrassing because they knew that I would pee in my panties if they didn’t stop. I think, at times, that it turned them on to hear me beg.
You knew that I hated being tickled. My ribs, armpits, and feet were off limits and you dared not touch them. Then about a week ago we went out for a few drinks. We came home tipsy and started making out on the couch. You were feeling a bit wicked as you slid your hands down my sides, making me squirm. “Don’t do that.” I warned you. “Oh, you mean this?” you laughed straddling me and running your fingertips over my ribs. “Stop it.” I screamed. ” I hate it.” “Oh, no, sweetheart. You just think you hate it because it actually turns you on. I have a surprise for you.” You pulled out some restraints and deftly slipped them on my wrists, dragging me to the floor.
I screamed so loud as I felt you touch my armpits. You put a gag on to quiet me, making the sensation even more intense. Lying beside me, you stroked my ticklish armpit, making me struggle and squirm. Your cock was out, pressing into my thigh as you continued the slow torture. I could not believe the feelings in my pussy. It was like there was a clit in my armpit. You pulled off my panties and touched my wet pussy, smiling. A few more tickles and I was arching my cunt into the air. I came with a great squirt, my cum gusher leaving my thighs and the floor wet. That was the day I realize that I never pissed myself at all in the past. I was a cum shooting tickle slut. It was the beginning of a whole new sex life for us.
Sometimes a man just needs a little more than a sexual outlet. He needs the TLC and compassionate of a real girlfriend. A sweet welcoming voice just for you. I want to be that special girlfriend. The one you turn to at the end of the day when you’re feeling, tired, lonely, and horny. Pick up that phone and let’s have a long conversation about you. I’m college educated and I can talk about anything. I have a pretty little shaved pussy under this skirt but I don’t flaunt my shit or talk like a skanky whore. I only open up and talk about sex with my boyfriend. I am a freak behind closed doors and you can bring it out of me. I love cock as much as any other girl and I will do things to yours that will blow your mind. Even a lady loves to be a whore for her man. Stop being lonely and stroking that dick alone and make me your special cyber girlfriend. I’d love some mutual masturbation and some tease and denial sex with my man.
I was a bit scared the day grandma brought me to the church with her. She said that it would just a be a few minutes and that I should sit in the pew and wait. Little did I know that this was a Pentecostal church. She felt that I was a bad girl and just needed prayer to bring me to God. They all came out and surrounded me, telling me that I was a sinner, that my clothes were not chaste, and they needed to bring the devil out of me. They surrounded me, along with their preacher, chanting, and screaming in other tongues. The preacher reached his arms around me, pulling me close and gripping my large teen breasts. The ladies didn’t even open their eyes as they circled in a crescendo of chants. I felt the preachers hand slide between my thighs, parting my pussy lips. “Do not fight me, dear.” he ordered. “I will make you feel the spirit.” He bent me forward, pushing his cock into me from behind. “Sisters, do not open your eyes. Pray for this young girls soul.” he bellowed, rocking his sinful fuckstick back and forth, balls slapping hard against me. The ladies reached heavenward, babbling, as their leader blasted my cunt full of cream.” I slid to the floor, his ooze running down my thighs. “She is free.” he hollered and they all opened their eyes. Grandma ran over and hugged me. “Praise him. You are new in the presence of HIM.” I think I like this church. There are some cute deacons here and I need lots of prayers and redemption.
He sat in front of me sobbing into his hands. I patted his leg, telling him that things were going to be ok. I’m a phone sex therapist and I help men in need. “My cock is very small and I can’t get any pussy. My girlfriend left me.” I asked him to show me his problem and he unzipped his pants to reveal the ittiest, bittiest penis that I had ever seen on an adult man. I tried to stifle a giggle. “It’s a little bit small.” I admitted. “maybe you can compensate by learning to eat pussy?” “No, doc.” he stuttered. “I want to be a girl and I want you to teach me.” I was dumbfounded. How do you teach a man to be a girl? I began to question him. “Are you turned on by cock?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “I want you to fuck me.” My pussy got a little moist as I pondered this thought. I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and brought out a huge black cock left behind by a previous client. His face lit up and his tiny pecker began to swell. I put it on and stuck it in his face. He greedily gulped my dick like a pro. “Make it wet for your pussy.” I ordered. “Now turn around.” I poked my giant cock head right up against his man-twat. “Now push. Take my dick, you little faggot.” he whimpered as he impaled himself on my thick blacksnake. I hammered that ass good, making myself cum, as he blew his little dicklet all over my floor.
Are you in need of some special therapy, too? Bare that ass and get on your knees. The therapist is IN.
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