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The Therapist [Part 9]
🕑 Added 2025-01-02 19:08:56 +0000 UTCKnowing I was headed into an appointment with Stacy in two weeks made the intervening time pass agonizingly slowly.
I couldn't get the image of her masturbating out of my mind. The way her body looked, full tits and flat stomach...the way she arched her back...the sounds she'd been making as she'd been getting closer...
The appraising look she'd given me when I'd been about to cum.
The way she'd known I couldn't last.
I was acutely aware that Stacy had sent me to see Lexie in the first place because I'd become infatuated with her. That constantly thinking about her was kind of proving the point.
But I couldn't help it, and as a result, I jerked off a lot.
A week passed before I remembered she had assigned me homework. I was supposed to go hang out with some friends.
I texted Trevor -- who I realized I hadn't spoken to since before I started seeing Stacy. He was out of town this week. I settled for making plans to meet up with him the following week.
I felt a little guilty that I would show up to the next appointment not having done the homework Stacy assigned.
It wasn't until the night before my therapy appointment that I glanced down at my phone to see a text from Becca.
Becca: Have been thinking about you. Maybe we can meet sometime soon just to talk? Coffee or a drink?
I hadn't thought about her at all this week, I realized. I had mostly thought about Stacy. I felt incredibly guilty about that.
I didn't know what to say in reply to her text, so I didn't reply. I figured maybe I could talk about it in therapy.
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Stacy's office was a lot nicer than Lexie's, I realized. A few weeks away from the spacious, bright, sunny space had made me forget just how much nicer.
Stacy was behind her desk, back in her now-familiar professional attire -- white blouse, grey pencil skirt -- as she flipped through her legal pad, through our past notes.
God, she was hot. I watched her hands smoothly flip through pages, her red lips purse as she reviewed one thing or another. Then she looked up at me.
"So. Lexie takes terrible notes. But I talked with her a bit yesterday. If I understand correctly, during your time with her, you had three appointments."
I nodded.
She started ticking them off on her hand. "In your first one, she gave you a blowjob -- no teasing or mocking, just encouragement -- and you came very quickly. In the second, she was teasing you, and you were able to penetrate her only briefly before cumming. And in the third...well, you couldn't last long enough masturbating to watch me have an orgasm. Is that a fair summary?"
She raised one eyebrow, looking at me for confirmation.
Well, it was a fair summary, but it was humiliating. My face was bright red. It wasn't like she was making fun of me, but this incredibly hot woman just matter-of-factly stating the facts was almost worse. I just nodded again, slowly.
"And, during that time, you and Becca had a fight and she broke up with you." Again, she paused, expectantly, and I nodded, a little sad.
She sighed, furrowing her brow. "Well, Phil, I have to be honest, I may have made a mistake in sending you to Lexie; frankly, that all sounds like the opposite of progress to me. My apologies."
I liked Lexie too much to let that stand. Hesitantly, I said, "Uh, I don't think that's totally fair. She's been helpful. I've obviously got some...well, complicated issues, around how long I last. It's not her fault that the first three appointments didn't make more progress. And Stacy, honestly, I think that argument with Becca was a long time coming. That's not how I wanted it to end, but it was the right conversation to have."
Stacy looked surprised, then thoughtful. "Phil, that's...very mature. I'm impressed, and I'm glad to hear your perspective."
Her pleased reaction was so gratifying for me that it was embarrassing. I was like a puppy when it came to her approval. But I couldn't help it.
"I'm especially glad because Lexie's little exercise in your last appointment gave me an idea. If you're game, I'd like to try something similar."
"Uh...okay?" I felt the anticipation rising in me. She had been naked last appointment. Masturbating. She would've cum, if I had lasted longer. The idea of getting another shot at seeing her cum was exciting. The idea of failing, again, though, gave me anxiety.
Her lips quirked, obviously reading some expression on my face. "Relax, Phil. I'll let Lexie know she can come on in." Stacy picked up her phone and sent a quick text.
Lexie. I blinked. Lexie's frustration with how obviously out-of-control I'd been for Stacy, her annoyed comments about how quickly I looked like I was going to cum, had been part of the problem, if you asked me. I liked her, but I didn't think a second try at this would go differently.
"Stacy, I'm...not sure..." I started, hesitantly. But what was I going to tell her, that I didn't want to watch her masturbate?
"Phil. Relax. It's similar, not the same. It's obvious that you can't last long enough to watch me orgasm. This time, I want you to try fucking Lexie to get her off. I'll be coaching you through it to help you last longer."
While that sunk in, she stood up and walked over to the door, heels clicking on the floor. I watched her, stunned speechless.
She opened the door, and Lexie walked in. Her hair was up a ponytail today, long, that flowed down her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt that was cropped short; a smooth expanse of lean, bronze stomach was visible. Tight black leggings and sneakers completed the look. She gave me a cheery wave.
"Hi Phil, long time no smmph--"
As she spoke, Stacy came up behind her and calmy, smoothly, put a hand over her mouth. Lexie startled briefly in surprise, but lapsed into motionlessness after a moment.
Stacy's voice was soft, but stern. "No talking, Lexie. Same rules as for his last appointment, remember? I'm in charge this time; you had your turn, now it's mine. We agreed."
I'll admit, the sight of Stacy -- standing behind Lexie, hand over her mouth, leaning over to speak directly in her ear -- sent the blood rushing to my cock. At least I wasn't the only one getting dominated by her for a change.
Lexie nodded, looking a bit petulant. Stacy pulled her hand away. "Now, go stand by the desk quietly while I talk with Phil; he'll come over when he's ready."
Lexie moved to stand by the desk. Her dark eyes were watching me, a curious look in them, but she didn't say anything.
"Now, Phil," Stacy said, addressing me thoughtfully. "The appointment with Lexie, when you fucked her. Tell me about that. What made you cum so quickly?"
"She, um...she was teasing me about how fast she thought I'd cum..."
"Of course." Stacy's voice indicated that was the most obvious statement I could've made. "What else?"
I could feel my face heat with the embarrassment. "She...she was really tight. Like...it felt..." I was rock hard, now, remembering it. "...it felt really good," I finished lamely.
Stacy was nodding slowly. "I see. So you started fucking her, and then the teasing, combined with how tight she was...it was too much?"
Lexie arched a questioning eyebrow at me as if to say, anything else you wanna tell her?
I looked away. "Well, I...I didn't make it all the way in." I tried to say it matter-of-factly.
Stacy pursed her lips. "Oh. Okay..." Stacy lapsed into silence, tapping a finger against her lips, obviously mulling that news over.
I could hear the disappointment in her voice, and Lexie just looked amused, now.
I felt my cock lurch. I did not like my odds of doing better this time. I took a slow breath, trying to calm myself down.
Lexie, not saying anything, turned away from me, leaning over Stacy's desk like she was looking at it. The sight -- the long ponytail down her back, the bare skin at her lower back, the way her full ass flared out from her tight waist in those leggings -- captivated me.
"Enough staring," Stacy whispered. She had moved to stand behind me. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up at the feel of her warm breath in my ear.
I had been staring, I realized. And I was rock hard, now.
I stepped up to Lexie and, moving slowly, stripped her leggings off her. I struggled to pull the tight fabric down over the curve of her full ass. I started to unbuckle my pants and drop them to the floor, she bent over further and gave her ass a teasing wiggle.
I flushed, remembering how she'd felt, soft ass in my hands as I started working my cock inside her, how tight she'd been. I was so hard already, so turned on.
"Relax," Stacy murmured. Her lips gently grazed my ear as she spoke the word. Jesus. Her presence was not relaxing.
"You're going to take charge, Phil. I want you to grab her by that ponytail -- at the base of her neck, here..."
As she spoke, I felt her hand, warm, smoothly caress the back of my neck, brush through my hair. My cock twitched in response. She had never touched me like this before. I felt my cock jump.
"...and then you're going to force her to arch her back. Be gentle, but firm. Make her submit." Her voice was low, even, smooth. I glanced over at her. Her face was inches from mine. Her lips were parted as she glanced from my eyes, down to my hard cock, over to Lexie.
This -- Stacy, observing, directing -- was even hotter than it had been with just me and Lexie. I was less confident by the moment.
But I wasn't about to disappoint Stacy. Not as long as I could help it, anyway. Firmly, slowly, I grabbed Lexie's ponytail at the base, and pulled down and back towards me, forcing her to arch. She let out a small ah, but moved, arching her back. Her petite body, arched in front of me, was quite the sight.
"Good, she likes that. Now..." Pleased satisfaction in Stacy's quiet voice gave way to a cruel amusement. "Slap her ass with your other hand a few times."
Well, I didn't need to be told twice. I did as asked, spanking Lexie firmly a few times, more or less at random. Her ass was full under my hand, and jiggled appealingly as I slapped it.
Lexie let out a little whimpered moan. My cock lurched again. Fuck. This was hot.
Now Stacy laughed, low and languid, loud enough for Lexie to hear. "She can be such a slut sometimes. Check with your hand. I bet she's wet."
Slowly, gently, I slid my fingers between her thighs.
She let out another moan as I touched her. "Y-yeah," I said, a little surprised at just how wet Lexie was.
"Good. She plays at being in control but what she really wants is someone to put her in her place." Stacy's voice was smug.
Lexie glanced back at Stacy, looking offended, opening her mouth to object.
This time Stacy reached over and slapped her ass deftly. "No-no, Lexie. No talking. Those are the rules. Be a good girl."
The sound Lexie made instead of speaking -- a suppressed, frustrated, aroused whine -- made my cock twitch again. I glanced over at Stacy, then down at Lexie, taking in the scene.
"Now, Phil," Stacy began, speaking softly again. "I know you're excited. You don't need to last a long time. But you do need to last longer than Lexie. So we're going to go slow, tease her quite a bit."
Her blue eyes met mine, and I nodded.
"Take the head of your cock and rub it along her little pussy," Stacy instructed. "Remind her what's coming to her."
Slowly, I brushed the head of my cock along her wet slit. Lexie let out a pleased sigh and wiggled; my cock slid along her wet folds and then brushed along her thighs and ass, as well.
She was so wet, her skin was soft...and I could remember how overwhelming it had been when I penetrated her. How there had been no way to keep control.
"Stay focused," Stacy was right in my ear. "You want to impress me, don't you?"
I nodded, mutely. I did.
"Good. Now, keep sliding it along her wet pussy...and put your other hand, here...light pressure...tease her."
She took my hand and slowly guided my other hand around Lexie's hips, so that the heel of my palm was against Lexie's wet little clit, having me lightly grind into it with circular motions. Lexie let out a low, long moan at the sensations.
Well, I felt that moan in my balls. This was all so hot. I bucked my hips forward involuntarily, and the head of my cock parted her folds. I moaned at the same time as she did.
"Easy," Stacy hissed in my ear. "Slowly, Phil."
I wanted to impress Stacy so badly, but I had already lasted longer than I had thought possible. I was panting like a racehorse.
Lexie twisted, turning around to look back at me, mouth open, a pleading expression on her face.
"Phil, wait--" But Stacy trailed off as I thrust the rest of the way into Lexie.
I couldn't help it. She wanted it, and I wanted to give it to her.
Like last time, she was impossibly tight around me. As I thrust into her, she let out a desperate whimper.
The sensation drove me towards the edge. Just getting halfway inside her had been enough to make me cum last time; even with Stacy's coaching, being prepared, having done this before, I was now very, very close to cumming.
"Phil," Stacy's voice was urgent. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you? Take a moment and compose yourself."
I glanced at Stacy, warring with myself. I did not want to disappoint her. I felt a sense of shame at how out of control I felt, at how obvious my arousal must be to Stacy, at how even with her help I was so overcome by what was happening. I tried to take a long, steadying breath, taking stock of my body.
I was grinding the heel of my palm into Lexie harder, now, I realized; it was automatic. And my other hand had drifted from gripping her hair at the nape of her neck, down her back. I had a handful of her round ass, now.
"Phil, " Stacy said my name, sharply. "Get control of yourself. I don't want to have to escalate your treatment."
That brought me up short. Escalate my treatment? What did that even mean? It didn't sound good. For a moment, I pulled back from the edge, got control of myself.
And then Lexie made a small, needy movement, rocking herself slightly up and down my length. She was still twisted to look back at me. She met my eyes and let out a needy, urgent, "Ungh, please..."
Well, the sensation of her tight wetness sliding along my length, her full ass rocking against me, and the sound of her begging for it crowded out everything else altogether, and my body responded.
I grabbed her ass harder, and started pounding into Lexie for all I was worth. I couldn't stop myself.
Lexie let out an odd little wail and braced herself against the edge of the desk, pushing back into me as I drove into her.
"Phil, you're not listening at all. Stop when you're about to cum. Do not cum until I say so." Stacy sounded frustrated, disappointed...even a little angry, now.
I wavered, trying to control myself; after only five seconds of fucking Lexie, I knew I was approaching the point of no return, could feel the looming orgasm.
I should stop, I knew. Pull out of her to get a reprieve. We could change positions--
Lexie's movements were increasingly erratic, and just as I was about to stop, she froze, letting out a broken series of words. "You--I'm--oh my god---"
And then I felt her cumming, spasming around me.
All thoughts of stopping went out the window. The feeling of her pussy tightly clenching around my cock -- and the knowledge that I had made her cum -- was too much. Two more strokes inside her and I started cumming too, thrusting into her with abandon, my hand still against her clit as she shook against me like a leaf in the wind. I groaned as I felt myself spray rope after rope into her. The orgasm -- with her pussy working my cock as if she were massaging each jet of cum out of me -- was overpowering enough to make my knees buckle, and I leaned against her and the desk for support.
Then there were several long, silent moments, the only sounds were Lexie and I, both breathing hard.
Lexie broke the silence first. "Holy fuck." She pulled away and gave me a wide, appreciative grin.
I grinned sheepishly back at her. Fuck. It had been a long time since a woman looked at me the way Lexie was looking at me right now. I felt on top of the world.
But my smile faded as I turned to look at Stacy.
Her lips were pursed in disapproval. "You didn't listen, Phil."
"I mean, I...made her...cum...before..." I trailed off in the face of her withering dissatisfaction.
She waved a hand, dismissing that. "You were not in control of that encounter -- or yourself -- in the slightest. In and of itself, that isn't ideal, but it's obviously what you're here to work on. But even worse, you ignored my instruction entirely, Phil. Therapy only works if you listen to your therapist."
I flushed with shame, and shut up.
"Hey, ease up, Stace, he--" But Lexie trailed off as Stacy held up a hand.
"We had a deal, Lexie. You weren't supposed to talk, and you were just here for the demonstration. So you can go. I appreciate your help, but Phil is my patient, not yours, now. We'll catch up later." Stacy stared at her implacably. Lexie opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. Stacy and I watched as she dressed quickly and left.
I suddenly felt quite alone as the door shut behind her, and Stacy turned her gaze on me.
I waited for her to say something.
"What about your homework from last session?" Stacy asked, softly.
"I, uh..." I shrugged helplessly. Might as well be honest. "Honestly I forgot about it until a little too late... I've, uh, got something scheduled with a friend for next week...but..."
"I see." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Phil, I must admit, for how serious your condition seems to be, I've always found you to be a cooperative, compliant patient. Until today."
Shit. Disappointing her was awful. "I, uh...I'm sorry..."
She just nodded. "Well, we'll seek to do better next week, won't we?"
I nodded. "Do I have any homework?"
She smiled, brightly. "Same as last time. Hang out with your friend."
Her tone wasn't sarcastic, exactly, but it was certainly a bit...disparaging. The kind of thing you'd say to a delinquent student who never did the homework when they asked how to improve their grade. I blushed.
"Right, I--I'll do that." I realized I hadn't dressed yet, and began to do so, quickly. This was so embarrassing. I stood up to go, moving towards the door.
"One moment, Phil," Stacy said. There was iron in her voice now that I hadn't heard before, and I turned to look back at her.
She had her hands steepled. Behind them, her ice blue eyes were cold.
"Next session will be a little different. I'm going to ask you to trust me when I say it's for your own good."
I hesitated. I had no idea what that meant, but it felt ominous. "I--I trust you. I know you're trying to help. I'm sorry today wasn't better, I'm...I'm committed to working on this."
She nodded, looking a little mollified. "I do think your time with Lexie has set you back somewhat. I'll make sure that next session we make some real progress."
Well, I found that slightly terrifying, but I nodded in return.
And then I left.
Comments
Bob
I appreciate the feedback. I imagine you can already tell that what you're suggesting is admittedly, not *most* of what I write, but I do have some plans along those lines. (To be clear, I'm not making any specific commitments about the Therapist series, except to say that all good therapy involves growth, and while I think Phil has had a rocky road so far, his story isn't over yet!)
Throw
My exact kink is a dynamic like the main character has with Stacy, except he turns it around and wins in the end. I guess I'm on the wrong page for a twist like that.
