“Baby, it’s freezing out there.” I moaned as I came into the house. My BF took one look at me and laughed. My hair was dripping wet from the snow, my nose was running, and my nipples poked out like large pencil erasers. He took me by the hand and led me to the fire. Slowly, he peeled off my wet shirt, tossing my bra to the floor. Then he pulled off my boots and leggings. I stood before him a cold and ragged mess. He didn’t seem to mind though. “Come here.” he whispered. “I just wanna fuck you until you’re warm.” He reached for my big tits and I felt a hot flash pass through me.
“Let’s build a fire.” he said, placing one of my hands on his cock. I gripped him with the other, rubbing them in a sawing motion as if trying to ignite tinder. Oh, he ignited alright. He was a much younger stud who got hard in seconds and could fuck for hours. I felt him cup my pussy and slide in knuckle deep. He laughed as a purr rose up in me. He slowly finger fucked me until I was begging. “Please, babe. I need you now.”
He pushed me back into the furry throw by the fire and I felt his heat as he pushed that hot young cock into my wet pit. I was consumed by the heat, washed in it, as his cock pistoned and created that blissful friction. I arched to take more of him. “Fuck me.” I moaned. I fueled his fire as I tightened my pussy muscles, determined to take every drop of canned heat from him.
Mmmmm. I was warm now and ready to spend the day in bed with my lover, keeping that fire burning hot. Care to join us?
I just had an interesting phone sex therapy session with Sissy Michael. I really need to figure out what makes her tick so I can find a sissy of my own. Michael is sweet and so sensual in that pink frilliness. She is not ashamed of who she is. I really try to understand why she feels that being a New Year’s permanent punishment pansy is the way to go or why she deserves public ridicule and perpetual teasing & sissy shame. Being a therapist, I feel that she has the right to express herself as she sees fit. If dressing like a faggot bunny and parading in public makes her feel better, then do it!!!
So, is Michael an attention whore or a sweet sissy crying out for help? Does the humiliation turn her on? Does that cock get hard in those lace panties or is it the feeling she gets when people see her and whisper that gives her pleasure? Is pink Sissy Michael cumming in those panties as she begs and pleads for humiliation and has to even PAY for it. Is being a cash piggy like a form of stimulation?
I’ve got to know, Michael. Does your cock quiver when you pay out the money for ridicule and humiliation? I mean, does that little weenie weep in your panties when mean girls make fun of your pretty clothes? Poor, poor Michael. Keep skipping and flouncing and tell them all to kiss your ass. Just be yourself.
Your loving therapist,
Rebecca
It’s January 5th and I already blew my New Year’s Resolution. I had no plans to fuck up so soon but when he walked into my office, I was overcome with this need. His thick juicy muscles and that package in those Wranglers was irresistable. I asked him why he needed my services. I was floored to find that he was a nice guy who was mistreated by girls looking for a “bad boy.” I smiled, figuring he must have a miniscule cock. Surely, he could not be that nice without some sort of flaw.
We had a long session and I was confused. I was finding a genuine nice guy. I asked him about his sex life and if it was satisfying. He turned red, looking at the floor. “I like to wear panties.” he whispered. “Show me? ” I asked. He wiggled out of his tight jeans, revealing a large swollen cock, leaking pre-cum through a pair of silky panties. I couldn’t resist. I reached out to touch him, pulling the damp panties back to reveal 9 inches of meaty goodness. I slid to the floor and took him into my mouth. “Please touch my ass.” he whimpered. I slid my slender finger into his backdoor pussy and he moaned like a girl. By the end of our session I was reaming his puckers with my personal vibrator as he blew cum into my mouth. What I had discovered was a full blown sissy. As he lapped at my wet pussy, I realized that I had blown my Resolution.
“Don’t get your Sugar where you get your Bread n Butter.” My own Daddy’s advice thrown to the wind for a piece of fine sissy cock. Oh, well, fuck it. Sometimes a girl just wants a good time and I sure found mine. I’ve signed him up for the next 6 months to help him become the “girl” that he wants to be. Stay tune for more “Panty Boy Tales.” Or is that Tails?
It started with a simple game during therapy. I was using tease and denial to train a violent sexual offender. He really got off on violating women and using them as cum dumpsters. His favorite MO was to drug an unsuspecting woman and then “rescue” her when she left the bar. He then took her out to the woods, fucked her silly and dumped her. She awoke and did not remember who had defiled her.
Finally, he had been busted, jailed, rehabbed, and ordered to seek sex therapy. That led him to me. He was a wily one who stared at my large tits with a huge erection. I felt I could help him with some guided masturbation and erotic hypnosis. His grin was evil as he stroked off for me and even showered me with sperm at times. I knew he was dangerous but I just knew I could help.
I took a sip of my water as we chatted about his desires. Suddenly I felt woozy and confused. I found myself on my knees sucking his cock. I was mesmerized by it. It was huge with an uncircumsized head and a thick shaft. In my drugged state, I felt my pussy grow wet. I was pushed roughly to the floor. I felt his foul breath on my face as he fumbled with his cock. With a rough push he was inside of me and I heard myself begging him to fuck me harder. The look on his face was demented as he blasted my gaping fuckhole with his demon seed.
The drug wore off pretty quick. I crawled back to my desk and straightened my clothes. He was sitting in the chair smiling. I had to face the truth. I liked what he did to me and I would not tell his parole officer. In fact, I was eager to further explore his need for forced fucking and why he craved it so much. Would he do it again? And would I like it so much? I noted that he needed intense and prolonged therapy in the future. It was a therapy that needed both a hypothesis and a prognosis. I can barely wait until our next session. Can you?
Happy Hanukkah Day to my Jewish friends. It’s a time for celebration, the lighting of the Menorah, and chat with mature women. Being a phone sex therapist and working on my Masters Degree, I decided to educate myself about the sex lives of the Jewish. I think I want to be one. Sex is the right of the woman, one of three basic rights. The man must be alert to signs that his wife desires sex. It is his duty to fuck her regularly and make sure that she enjoys it. “The Talmud specifies both the quantity and quality of sex that a man must give his wife. It specifies the frequency of sexual obligation based on the husband’s occupation, although this obligation can be modified in the ketubah (marriage contract). A man may not take a vow to abstain from sex for an extended period of time, and may not take a journey for an extended period of time, because that would deprive his wife of sexual relations.” ( © Copyright 5756-5771 (1995-2011), Tracey R Rich)
Oh, yeah, baby, too bad American men don’t practice this. I wouldn’t have to find hard dick out on the street. My husband would be required by law to give me all the dick I wanted. Woo-hoo.
So, that means that Jewish women are the head bitches, demanding cock any time they wish. Wouldn’t that be fun? Hubby is watching his team on TV and you demand that he get over there and eat that pussy. OMG, I’d be the horniest Jew slut ever. I’d be the femdom of Jews. My hungry pussy would get cock 24/7. I’d keep his balls empty and he’d have to take Viagra to keep it going. “Oh, yeah, fuck me again, slave. I only came once.” I’ll insist that he bang my box for hours, pleasing me over and over. I always thought Jewish women were submissive saints who never cheated. Now I realize that they are dominating cock whores who have the upper hand over their sissy boy spouses.
I invite all Jewish men and other sissy husbands to join me for a session this week to discuss what it feels like to be a man-whore. This idea really gets me off and I want to talk and masturbate with you. I know there is a law against it. “in the case of a man, the hand that reaches below the navel should be chopped off.” (Niddah 13a) That’s what makes it exciting. Let’s break the laws together!!!!
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With all of this Thanksgiving stuff going on, you are sure to need some therapy. Who else would be up all night to handle your urgent needs but me, your phone sex therapist? I dealt with a client about an hour ago who is going to his family dinner in the morning. Let’s call him Junior. He has the hots for his niece and he is afraid the family will find out. He can’t control his cock when she is around. He gets this raging hard-on and fantasizes about sticking his penis in her pussy, against her will, of course. She wears sexy outfits that drive a man wild. Shorty shorts, low cut shirts, and her hair in pigtails, she is Lolita reincarnated.
Poor Junior has to run to the bathroom and jerk off 6 times during dinner. He “accidently” caught a peek of her undressing yesterday and he had violent thoughts of brutalizing her and taking that virgin cunny. He and I had a nice session of therapy followed by some hot roleplay to let him blow off some stress.
Are you teased and tormented by a female relative who messes with your head but never puts out? Some of my “special” meat-stroking methods of cock control can really help. I also do roleplay, pretending to be your intended victim and helping to work out your frustrations. It really does help.
I will be available 24 hours for Turkey Day for all of your crisis and needs.
I’m a phone sex therapist and I thought I had sex all figured out. I know how to handle men’s sexual problems. I just never expected a woman to come walking into my office. She was freaking gorgeous and I just couldn’t say no. I wanted to hear about her problems. I figured that some man had hurt her and she needed a compassionate ear.
Hazel was so damned sexy. When she told me that she preferred women, I was confused. I’ve never thought about being a lesbian. I never thought about pussy before. But when Hazel leaned closer and I caught a whiff of per perfume and felt her perfect breasts push against me, I knew things were about to change. She touched me softly, trailing her fingers down my thigh. “Rebecca, stop repressing your feelings. It’s perfectly natural to touch a woman.” she whispered, sliding her fingers up under my skirt. By the time she touched my pussy, I was soaking wet. I had never wanted anything more than to be between her silken thighs.
I had cum several times when she pulled the strap on from her bag. “Come here, baby,” she smiled. “I want to fuck you.” She pulled me into her lap and began to grind against me, her cock slowly pushing between my pussy lips.
My eyes grew big and my mouth opened in pleasure as she stroked me internally, bringing me to another orgasm. My therapy expertise has now been expanded to include same sex love and pleasure. I can barely wait until our next session. I crave her soft touch and her hard cock. She brings out the woman in me. Maybe, you, too, crave the touch of the same sex and need to share your story with me. My office is open all night for all of your sexual needs. See you soon.
It’s time for World Peace Day. I think they’ve got that wrong though. Wouldn’t World “Piece” Day be much more effective? I mean, a day where we are kind to our neighbors in the best possible way. A real Hump Day Delight where total strangers bend over to give pleasure. What a good reason to blow the mailman. Or bend your slutty neighbor girl over her car hood and give her what she really needs. A good hard ass fucking for teasing you in that bikini while she washes her car. How about that grumpy ass old cunt who bitches when you set foot in her yard? On this holiday, you’d have the right to lay her out in that yard and stick that cock where the sun don’t shine. Maybe she would be nicer if she got some hot, hard cock. I think some people are just downright nasty because they are horny and don’t know what it feels like anymore to dip that dick in some Grade A schoolgirl pussy. They’ve forgotten the sensation of cum rising up in their nuts clear from the tips of their toes. That shout and growl of pleasure when you get those rocks off for the first time in years, spurting uncontrollably into a warm wet mouth of your neighbor. Yeah, that same neighbor that you watch through binocculars while you jerk off, knowing she would never give you time of day. On my special holiday, she can’t say NO. What a perfect world that would be.
So Happy World Peace Day. Thank a neighbor. Give someone a new chance. Bring joy to a life. It might just change everything…..or at least you might get some pussy!!!
I got your call today and you needed a session. You caught your wife sending texts to a black co-worker and you wondered what you could do to save your marriage. I told you that you had 3 choices. Divorce the nigger loving cunt. Ignore it and hope she grows tired of that game. OR embrace it, let her know that you know her secret desire and you’re willing to play along. I recommended playing the game since no woman really wants to keep a worthless black cock. They just want to play with it. If your wife craves it, let her have it. Watch her suck it. Tell her what a worthless whore she is. You take charge and give the orders. Demand that she spread her legs and let that nigga fuck her sloppy cunt. Make her beg for it. See her pain as she gapes open and receives his nasty jizz. Or you can be the cuckold bitch that is forced to watch as she belittles you and your small winkie. She gets the upper hand and the power as she takes control and leaves you with your cock in your hand and the taste of leftover nigger sperm in your mouth as you lap the creampie from her oozing gash.
Only you, my patient, can decide which one you will be. Keep me updated on your progress.
I dealt with one of my tougher cases today. My client wanted to be a woman and was ready for the next step. Up until now, she had only dressed up and put on make-up. Last week though I made her appear in public by going to Walmart to buy tampons. When no one seemed to mind, she felt more confident and ready for the next goal. The next step was to go to a bar and flirt with a man. Once she felt a bit buzzed and sexy, I would have her make a move on someone. Our 3rd lesson consisted of having her go to a glory hole and suck many cocks off. She loved the way they felt and tasted as well as the variety of colors. She loved the power of the cock as it pumped into her mouth.
Her first meeting was a huge success. Her date was thrilled to find that his sexy woman was packing 9 inches of beef and that she was an anal virgin. He showed her how to suck a man’s cock and she was a natural. She gulped every bit of sperm that he fed her. He then returned the favor by sucking her cock as he fingered her new ass-pussy. She loved the way it felt when he pushed his way inside of her, making her a real woman. He further thrilled her by shooting a huge load of semen deep inside of her new “love canal.”
My sexy girl is now ready to face the world as a woman. Move over, Caitlyn. My sexy beast has a raging hard-on and a need for cock in her new pussy. I helped her get a complete make-over and she is loving her new look. Her name is new and feminine and she is ready for life as a woman. If the tranny lifestyle gets you off, go talk to one of our trannies.. She will be glad to share.
What about you, hon? Do you need to discuss something taboo with me and let me help you find a solution. You must be willing to comply with my requests. But if you do, I promise to make your dreams cum true.
Your sexy therapist,
Rebecca
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