I know I have a problem with being a bit of a whore and I want to behave so I thought I would try getting some help.
I made an appointment with a sex therapist. The first session went fine. We sat. I talked. He wrote stuff down. It was everything I expected. At the end he told me that in our next session, he wanted me to wear something that I would normally wear to entice a man, including sexy bra and panties. When I questioned him, he just said he needs to know exactly what he is working with.
So for the next session I made sure I looked irresistible! I wore 6 inch black stilettos. My sheer black thigh high stockings climbed up my legs ending at mid thigh with a sexy satin ribbon. My tight black skirt stopped a couple inches above those silk stockings, showing the smooth soft touchable skin of my thighs. I had on a tight button up top that plunged to a “v”….as if showing the way to secret pleasures and desires.
My, almost sheer, hot pink blouse unbuttoned just enough to let the lace of my bra show, teasing you. Making you want to see the delicious tits that lay just below the lace. My nipples were hard and erect, practically piercing a hole clean through the thin fabric.
When I dress like this, I feel incredibly sexy. Sultry! Powerful!
The receptionist opened the door to the therapists office. I looked at him before stepping past the girl. I saw the look on his face and I continued towards him, knowing I already owned him. I sat in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. Not because ladies sit with their legs crossed but because I know it will cause this tight skirt to creep even further up the curve of my hip and I watch his eyes follow my fingers as I delicately run them from the top of my stockings to the hem of my skirt. I fake an attempt to pull my skirt back to its proper position.
He is watching me, speechless. I ask him if we should begin. He regains composure and clears his throat. As he repositions himself, I can see that my efforts were not wasted.
Knowing that rock hard cock is waiting there, just under the surface of those trousers, makes me want to climb in his lap! Knowing that he wants me is getting me extremely wet and I know I could have him if I wanted. But I have to resist the urge. This is why I am here, to learn to control myself. But the tramp in me takes over and I can’t help but see how far I can push him.
I reach around to the back of my neck and roll my head around and back slowly, as if it aches. I let my hand come back over my shoulder and my fingers slide down in between my firm tits and I let my hand rest there as I look up. He is watching every move, practically drooling.
I place my hands on my hips and slide them over my thighs. When I get to my knees, using just the tips of my fingers, I pull my legs apart, exposing the sexiest silky thongs he had ever seen. I let my fingers continue up the inside of my thighs, feeling the heat radiate from my moist smooth pussy.
I looked up and I see him crossing the room and now he is standing in front of me with his massive cock in his hand!
I can’t tell you what happened next. I would not want him to lose his license! But I will tell you….Therapy is not going to work! He said that he could not help me and sent me home. But there must be a man out there who can help me… Someone who can satisfy this addiction!
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