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?
Category: Phone sex therapy
Becoming A BBC Lover
He called and was so distraught. What was he becoming? His new boyfriend had decided to pimp him out to two big black men that used him like the faggot they claimed him to be. The were rough, chocking him, making him suck their dicks clean after they filled his ass with their cum. They refused to let him cum and made him their little cum dumpster, fairy faggot, slut. He loved it. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. His dick was raging hard and he wanted more.
As I sat and listened to him recant his story, my pussy got so wet that I sat fingering myself on my end of the phone.
He begged me to help him, tell him what to do.
I instructed him to get his vibrator, the one with the big bumps all over it. I told him to turn it on and shove it as deep in his ass as he could No lube, rough and hard like he had gotten fucked last night.
Listening to him cry because it hurt just made me even wetter. By this time I was finger fucking myself hard and fast, trying not to let him hear my pleasure.
I told him to grind that vibrator until he felt himself about to cum and then to pull it out, run it along his throbbing cock, cum all over it and lick it clean like the faggot he had become.
As he exploded so did I.
All he needed was permission to enjoy what he longed for, BBC and abuse.
Naughty Teacher Needs Therapy
I have been counseling him for some time now. He loves his students and struggles with the raging hard on that he has behind his desk most of the day. He hardly ever stands up to teach his class because of the boner that the young bodies give him. He looks at their mouths as they answer questions and imagines them wrapped around his dick or kissing his body. He watches their hands as they raise them in the air or grip their pencils and imagines what their touch would feel like. he often times has to rub his dick under his desk spewing his cum into a tissue. He often calls me to come to class on a particularly difficult day. I help him relieve the tension, fucking him on his desk while he freely talks about his students and speaks his fantasies. I love riding that cock and listening to the things he would like to do to them and have them do to him before he squirts a huge load of cum into my hot and wet pussy!
Happy World Peace Day
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!!!



















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