The Therapist! (Jack Stalker and Flyingtoaster1)

[Jack Stalker]

The Therapist! ​

"Oh god... oh god help me... fuck... AUuuNnGGH!" Dr Naomi Watson groaned out in pleasure, her face flushed, her eyes closed, her heart racing. She cupped a hand to her mouth to muffle a moan, while looking down at where her other hand was nestled between her legs. Her blouse was intact, nothing wrong there, but her skirt had been dragged up, its split exposing her knees and thighs above her brown leather boots. Her panties were now transparent beneath it, soaked until they were see through, from the juices pouring from her weeping cunt. Her thumb teased and flicked at her throbbing clit hood, while two fingers pumped into her tight gash, drenched in wet heat and clawing at her clit from inside, while stretching it her tight constricting vaginal tract.

Her pussy was creaming hard and this was the third time she had pushed herself to the edge of an orgasm. She couldn't take any more, she'd tip, slip over the edge and come... and she couldn't do that, not when she was leaning back in her office chair, legs spread, fingering herself thinking about her next client. She pulled out her fingers and sucked them clean of the frothing secretions they had gathered from her foaming cunny, her thighs squirmed together and she felt the pleasure ebb away as she robbed herself of an orgasm, while leaving her teenage tight cunt weeping for attention, on the brink of an orgasm.

From the way she behaved it was hard to believe she was in her early forties and a professional counsellor, psychologist and psychiatrist. A therapist who listened to people for money and gave them a welcoming understanding ear. she wasn't supposed to want to fuck them, to want them to fuck her... she was supposed to offer support, guidance, a skilled ear and wise words of wisdom. And she did, almost all the time. Except when she was seeing her latest client, Gino Arbol. He was, amusingly, addicted to porn, something she didn't really think was an issue... but if he wanted to pay for a therapist to try and cure him, she was happy to take his money.

He was addicted to porn, and she was addicted to him. He was a tall, muscular, sleek looking Adonis of a man and she had never wanted someone to fuck her as long and as hard as she wanted him to. However she was a [professional, had a reputation to think of, as well as the fact that she had a duty to her client to behave in am oral and sensible fashion. Which made the fact that she flirted shamelessly with him and wanted him to fuck her all the more sick, twisted and depraved.

But she just she didn't care.

Getting up she straightened out her skirt to a more demure length, knowing it rode up enough to show off a reasonable glimpse of knee and thigh when she sat down, then slipped into her en-suite to touch up her make up and make herself look presentable. back in her office she clicked on the intercom when it buzzed. He was here. Mr Arbol was here. "Send him through please Karen." she answered, then smiled as the door opened. "Mr Arbol. Good to see you again. Please, take a seat... would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?" she squirmed a little, settling in her seat as she crossed one knee over the other, feeling her cunny creaming itself as she looked at him. She brought her notepad to her lap. "What would you like to talk about today.? Please enlighten me." she finished with a welcoming smile.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

"Nghhh.. f-fuckk.. such a tight cunt! Ohh! Yeah, yeah.. take it you nasty bitch! Agghh! Ughhnnmm!!.." the loud and passionate groans of a blonde, fit, and sexy young man named Gino Arbol sound around his room as he once again indulged himself in his sick fascination. Sex. It could come from anything ranging from porn, hookups, or even paying other women for sex. Nothing except rape was too out of bounds for him to get a good and rough fucking in. In recent years, he felt his endless heat do nothing more but burn even hotter, and his addiction was really starting to get to him. He wouldn't know of a day where he couldn't crank out 5 nicely sized loads out. Ofcourse he was clean about it and showered by the end of the day. But tissues were really starting to become and expense, and the lady down by the Walmart was giving him some funny looks.

He felt sick.. like this addiction was controlling him, he tried tons of things he found on the internet. From changing his diet to alter his testosterone levels, to working out, to even taking hormone injections to try and stave off his affliction. But instead of curing or even treating his condition, it instead made him into a complete stud. He didn't even need porn, he could easily go out and pick up any girl he wanted, and fuck her till she went cross-eyed and passed out on his couch. A feat that he was both suprised and even a bit afraid of. Regardless. This was his last chance, the final try he will give until he fully gives into his lustful nature, becoming a man who lusts for the pleasures of women, to feed as tinder to his ever growing flame.

He decided to go to therapy. And at first, he was starting to feel suprisingly better! He was even able to go a few days without even jacking off. Ofcourse he was as hard as a rock the whole time and had to sleep on his back. But hey, he wouldn't mind the sacrifice. Recently however.. he really started to see things differently. His senses were telling him things, that the very woman before him was desperately into him. She hid it well, so he wasn't sure. But he really did enjoy flirting with her constantly. It wasn't long however until he soon had to retake his sinful hobby, lest his inner desires come fourth during his therapy sessions. She was so professional and kind, he shouldn't absorb her in his twisted world of sin... But hot damn she made it difficult for him to resist.. he started watching very specific porn now. One involving taboo therapist or doctor visits gone sexual, or other videos of girls that looked like Dr.Watson getting fucked over hard.

Today was no exception as he busted a fat load all over some tissues. Watching his favorite vid. Before crumbling up the tissue and tossing it away. Getting dressed in jeans, black boots, and a t-shirt with the Imagine Dragons logo on it. He put on a lethar jacket and head out for his therapist appointment he had scheduled. At first, thier schedule was once a week, on Thursday. But soon the both oddly upped the schedule to both Tuesday and Thursday. And were contemplating going even more frequent..

As he entered the therapist office, he saw Karen, the receptionist. He didn't mind the young woman too much, she was nice and average. He wasn't intrested. Who he was really after was through the door behind the receptionist... Doctor Watson.

He gave the sexy blonde a kind smile and nod as he entered. "Thank you, its always a pleasure to see you Watson. I'll have a cup of some Jasmine tea, thanks." Thankfully the tea set was on the coffee table between the two, acting like an unspeakable border between him to her. A wall less than 3 feet high was what he believed protected her from his fire of sin. His eyes glanced down to her fine and smooth legs, watching them cross and squirm really did something to him as he quickly had to cross his legs in return. Trapping his waking member between his strong thighs.

"Mmm well, I uhh.. I've still been having troubles getting over my urges doc.. I've been doing as you told, picking up hobbies to distract the mind, trying to limit my contact to outside women as much as I could, even clearing out my snapchatquite a bit, and tried to slowly wane from my daily porn intake, I know I'm a naughty guy. But.. it's been a really hard time as of recently. As I uhhh... really have been feeling the urges for a specific woman." He said, his face blushing a bit, unknowing that he was playing along with her subtle and sick manipulation , he sure as hell wasn't planning on admiting that said girl was right across the table from him. But she didn't need to know that. He laughed a bit as he rubbed the back of his head. "Like seriously, its like every time I talk to her. I could feel the heat start to pent up and I go solid like stone. I damn near had to excuse myself it was intense." He said as his redness increased a but before simmering back down, he still kept a tight lock as he laid back on the couch. His breathing picked up a bit during his talk, and his thighs tightened just a bit, it was obvious that he was getting aroused, his body practically calling out to the doctor, screaming a her. 'Come on! Strip yourself of your pathetic clothes. You left me waiting long enough! Now I'm going to bend you over this coffee table and pound you till you can barley walk!~' Gino on the other hand, reached over to grab as his teacup and taking a slow sip, the herbal blend helping to soothe his raging hormones and nerves just a bit.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi leaned forward to pour the tea. She had left the top couple of buttons of her smart white blouse undone, just enough to look normal, decent, sensible, while at the same time giving just enough space so that when she leaned over for some reason, to pour tea for example. If one was looking they might catch a glimpse of her white lace bra, might see down and get a glimpse of how it tented under the pressure of her hard nipples, as they pushed against it, angry hard swollen nubs which almost hurt with their engorgement. You had to want to notice them, you had to look hard... and you had to want them to be noticed with the way you leaned. Naomi wanted to be noticed, but could always claim it was accidental, that it was his fault. That he was, after all, sex mad.

She gave Gino the style he usually had, with the correct level of sugar and milk, before leaning back in her seat and carefully crossing her knees again, slowly, precisely, just enough thigh exposed, just enough knee, her foot swaying up and down a little as she rested the notepad back on her lap. She lowered her glasses, smiling as she looked over them at him, before resting them back on her nose. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, but it was always best to let the client talk for themselves. It wasn't an interrogation room, and she wasn't an interrogator. This was a safe space, where she hoped she had convinced him that he could speak freely and feel comfortable and unjudged.

She nodded and smiled as he spoke, occasionally playing idly with her pencil, teasing it against her lower lip, stroking her tongue across the bottom of her upper row of teeth as she appeared lost in thought and considering his every word. From time to time she scribbled something on the paper. It wasn't anything coherent or important, scribbles really, because that's what clients expected you to do. Besides, she had decided, after their first visit, that there was no saving this one, he was lost. All she was doing was filling her account, while pondering a way to get what she really wanted from him. The fucking of her life!

As he mentioned his urges for a particular girl she fumed inside. The slut, whoever she was, needed to stay away from him. She wanted him hungry, eager, desperate, ready to fuck the first woman he came across when his resolve failed... and she wanted that resolve to fail with her. "I'm so sorry to hear that you've been having difficulties. But your treatment is a process. We examine causes, effects, needs. We analyse the situation and then try different proven methods until we find one that works... and I assure you we will find one." she told him reassuringly. "I've devised two new techniques in your absence, and I'm looking to develop them with you, step by step." she nodded.

She continued to nod understandingly, peering at him from time to time over her glasses, until she placed the notebook to the side and the pen down on top of it. She removed her glasses, chewing thoughtfully at the temple tips. She the casually gestured at him with them. "I think both eventual aversion therapy and abstinence can play a significant part in your treatment, but my ideas are quite unorthodox... that's therapist talk for techniques which could get me into trouble for a couple of reasons. I could lose my job for straying beyond current guidelines, and you could get in trouble as well." she admitted. She tapped the temple tips against her lips in thought again, stroking them across her dry lower lip. She paused. moistening it with a stroke of her tongue as she looked at him. She could feel her pussy soaking into her already drenched panties. The fact that he was even here, when he could be outside, fucking any woman he wanted, was a victory in itself as far as she was concerned.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. "I'm going to assume that you do. You do want to get better don't you? If so you need to follow my instructions and follow my lead. Do what I tell you to. Can you do that Mr Arbol? I think you can." she stood up, not smoothing down her skirt, leaving it ridden up a little, then walked around the coffee table to sit down next to him on the couch. Her skirt rode up a little higher, her blouse hung open a little more as she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, while her right hand slid onto his thigh, close to the massive bulge she could see inside his jeans, even through heavy denim. She moved her fingers slowly up to the zipper.

"I need you to remain still Mr Arbol. Can you do that? This is part of the combined abstinence and aversion therapy and you need to be willing to cooperate with me. Can you do that?" she asked as she drew down his zip, then returned her hand to his thigh. "I need to see what I am going to be working with. Take it out.. and then get it as hard as you can, until I can see pre cum weeping from the slit and trickling down the shaft. I understand it might be embarrassing, but don't worry. I'm a professional. I believe in you... I know you can do this. Trust me." she told him, staring into his eyes. Stroke yourself hard, and keep stroking until I tell you otherwise... but nothing else, nothing further. Or I stand up and return to my seat." she whispered into his ear, leaning in until her lips were almost brushing the lobe. Then she sat back, sliding her glasses on and pushing the bridge up tight. "Do it."

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

Gino... wasn't in the most opportune nor most favorable conditions. As of now, he was laying on the couch, across his therapist as he locked his eyes onto her. He was like a camera, not looking away from her for even a second as sge she meticulously leaned over to show him her sizable cleavage,calling with that of her white lace bra and could almost see the absolute turmoil going on underneath those elegant cups. Next was most certainly the legs. Every damn time she did one of those leg switched, being able to just see her smooth and juicy thigh flesh, it made his perverted mind flash into a fantasy of having those thighs wrapped around his head while he made that woman scream his name from the top of her lungs. Or around his hips, leg locking him as he was pounding her into the mattress or well... a less than 3 foot high coffee table. He felt so guilt from that! Like he was sexualuzing his own damn therapist, a woman who was just trying to help him be better! How could he even think of such a sinful thing! She probably had a husband or some significant other... it wouldn't be tge first time he robbed a man of his woman sadly, it was the worst feeling yet... it felt so damn powerful too.

When the good doctor Watson said that they would be attempting more unorthodox forms of treatment, Gino felt and odd mix of emotions. One, that he was already far too gone to be saved by normal means. Two, that if we cpuld narrow down the treatment to a specific procedure, than they must be getting close! Three... Damn she looked good when she toyed woth her lips like that... they could definitely do good around his co- Gino took a sharp breath in and a slow breath out, trying to rid his mind of such thoughs.

By the time he reset, Dr.Watson was already upon him, crossing that 3 foot barrier he thought would be the only thing to keep her safe from his flaming lusts and desires. But now.. sge was right in here, right next to him. He looked at her in confusion, and shameless lust as he saw her ridden up skirt, only just a few more inches and he could tell what kind of underwear she wore. His mouth opened. But no words came fourth as she got closer to him. He was taking breaths in and out of his mouth now, needing the air as his heart rate lurched! For the woman that was driving his sinful urge absolutely nuts was right infront of him! He barley listened to what she had to say. But was sure it was trying to help him, and he gave her a wordless nod as he stopped looking at her with confusion, and instead, involuntarily he was looking at her with a face and eyes that only could say two words. 'Let's fuck.'

When she placed her soft and smooth hand on his thigh, so close to his buldge, his teeth clamped down as he took a sharp inhale through his teeth, looking down at her hand before glancing up at her. Listening to her words, it made his eyes widen in suprise at what she wanted from him! He swallowed hard, and for once, it his sinful urge and his sane mind thought the same thing.. whip it out. Witg that, he inched his hands down and shuffled through his pants and slowly drew his sword from the stone.

Gino's dick, couldn't rightfully be called such. It was thicker, cruder, and chisled to perfection. Coming in at 8 inches long and 2 inches thick. This wasn't a dick... it was a bitch breaker. Easily able to pound its shape into nearly any pussy to make that girl remember it for the rest of her life. The large, circumcised tower of man meat was now befire his very therapist. He also dragged out a pair of delicious and round testacles. His hand clasped around it just like any other time he had done before. But there was a problem.. there was no lubrication. He had done it before dry. But only when he desperately had to. He looked up at her in need and asked. "U-umm.. you wouldn't happen to have any lotion, would you?" But even as he said that, trying to sound so innocent, his eyes were gazing at her, looking at her like she has plenty of lube, it was just inside of her.. regardless, he relied on her to solve the lubrication issue, and soon after, he began to stroke his lenghty cock. Trusting in her words and starting to pump his shaft, and his fingers going all the way up to his tip befire smacking back down into his pelvis. His hand was fucking his cock pretty hard, and at first he tried to look away and think on something else as he beat his dick.

But it wasn't long until his mind went into a lustful haze and he didn't quite feel like himself as he stared the Dr.Watson with a lustful and hungry gaze. "Nghhhmm.. hah.. ahh.. I trust you, Dr.Lawson. But.. nnmmmm.. fuck.. I have to tell you some thinggnngg!~ Hah.. fuck.. you.. it's you alright, fuck... you drive me nuts... gahh.. nghh.. I urge for you.." Gino said as he could feel it start to happen, his lustful nature coming over him once again as he stared her down. No longer just Jenkins off while looking at her. But now, he was jerking off to her! Right infront of her two. But his next sentence would sound like the came from a devil himself. "Nghh... come on now.. Dr.Watson.. you seriously think you can just sit there, and watch this happen with such restraint?~ Ahhh... I know you want it... you're just about to start drooling.. what a sinful and deplorable therapist you were.. nghh.. fuck.. how about you make yourself more useful and start giving into those urges yourself?~ afterall, it takes two to do this dance~" He said as his eyes narrowed and a sinful smirk spread across his lips. It was like he was a diffrent man entirely! Now longer sounding so meek and scared of his sinful nature. But embracing it instead. This was a previously observable moment. But from the safety of her 3 foot barrier, he wouldn't do anything or direct anything to her. Just speak generally about his lustful and dirty thoughts, usually after alot of heavy flirting and suggestions. But now... she was in the lion's den, and Gino was getting very hungry for specific woman to pleasure him..

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi's heart beat hard in her chest as she moved to sit next to Gino. It was a career breaking motion, combined with what she was saying. One which could leave her seeking alternate employment if her words were misinterpreted or he took offence to her brazen choice. But he was a man, a man who could not get enough sex, surely the risk was slim... and she could not simply sit by idly while such a sex god walked around shoving his cock into things and fucking, when he could be shoving his cock into her and fucking her one day. She had to be the one he wanted to fuck, the one he decided to screw. Why shouldn't it be her? She had to make a move and get what she wanted, she was tired of waiting to start the ball rolling.

She liked the way he looked at her, and now she was closer she could see it in his eyes. She knew that look, she'd seen it a dozen times. She'd had numerous men in her office, ones who desperately wanted to fuck her but who she would not even give the time of day to. He was different, and she relished that look, felt it darken and excite her soul, felt how it made her cheeks almost imperceptibly flush, her heart race faster her blood pump harder and her pussy weep even more into her panties, a frothing lathering cream soaking into the material as she almost wet herself with excitement. Her cunt wanted his cock, so bad, so did the rest of her. She could almost taste it, feel it, sense it calling to her to fuck it. However Naomi was a patient woman and this had to be done right, if she wanted to keep working.

Naomi glanced down, momentarily, then flicked her eyes back to his. There was shock for sure, at how massive he was, but also and eager anticipation swelled inside her. His cock was as big as she might have hoped, like everything she'd imagined. Despite her maturity, she was still tight, and she knew that thing would near ruin her unless it was lubed beyond human reason. He was a fucking monster down there, a beats, a god... she prayed he knew how to use that thing, but he had given himself enough practice, that it was almost without question that he could use that thing to make a woman come hard.

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow as he took out the massive fuck tool and held it there, squeezing out his heavy balls at the same time. "yes, I have some lotion." she replied, peering at him over her glasses. "Hharrcckk SPiTT!" she drew in a rasping breath, then hacked out a gob of spit, watching it land erratically half on his cock head, then, unsatisfied with the coverage and the amount, she swirled her tongue around in her mouth. Within moments she had built up a more impressive glob of spittle within, then spat it onto his cock and shaft, a more copious offering which splattered down his cock, some of it landing on his balls. She gave him a crooked smile and leaned back, licking her lips. She gave a innocent, apologetic look, straightening her glasses as she did so. "I'm so sorry, I didn't have any lotion. I hope that's satisfactory?" she explained.

"That's it... get it hard. As hard as you can." she nodded, as he began to stroke the thing up and down. She knew she'd never be able to get her fingers around the whole thing... and it was fat enough that if she tried to suck him down her throat she would more than likely choke. Monstrous. it was the only word that kept bouncing back into the forefront of her mind. His cock was a magnificent slick pillar of flesh, and she let her gaze drift between it and his face, while keeping one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, shifting it away from his movements as he beat his cock up and down in front of her. "It's so big, i can see why you would naturally want to relieve pressure building up inside it. It's really not your fault you do the things you do." she said reassuringly. "But we can deal with the problem, Trust me."

When he made his confession, she tried to look shocked, rather than grateful or mildly surprised. "Oh really." she withdrew her hands to her lap, clasping them there and sliding back a little on the couch, leaving him isolated and jerking as she stared at him. "Don't worry, it's common for individuals to fixate on people who are trying to help them. It happens with Doctors, Nurses, Police, Firemen, all the time. It's not anything unusual. I'm flattered... but tell me, Mr Arbol... what are three things that you like about me?" she teased her lower lip with her teeth, then leaned forwards a little, her warm breath playing across his ear and cheek. "And why not tell me something you have fantasized about doing to me, while you keep stroking yourself. Just one thing, if you think it will keep you hard, help you stay stiff." she told him softly.

When he spoke next though, she stood up sharply and walked back to her chair, sitting down and crossing her legs, taking up the notepad to jot down a few things. "I don't appreciate those sorts of comments Mr Arbol. Please, stick to what you've been instructed. I'm a professional. Tell me what I asked, nothing more. I'm trying to help you." she told him in a scolding tone, her gaze lazily drifting between his throbbing shaft and his face. "Now.... we have forty minutes left of your hour long appointment. I want you to stay hard for that period, stroking and thinking your filthy thoughts. But you only get to tell me three things about me you like, and one thing you would like to do to me... then I want you to stroke and stroke and keep that thing hard. We'll see how long you can last... and if you feel yourself about to come, then I want you to tell me. Immediately." she told him. "You are a sick man, Mr Arbol, and I am committed to helping you get well. All you have to do today is what I've told you to." she finished, her eyes rarely leaving him now.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

Gino watched in shock and suprise as he watched her full on spit and slather his mam meat in her spit. Her tongue certainly felt amazing on his tastey dick. Enough where the arousal of it all actually made his teeth grit and his back arch a bit as he took in another sharp breath as he used the provided lube great fully. The suspicion resting heavily now in his mind that he was successful, that ge had incidentally corrupted his own therapist. But was he kept on jerking off, those feelings of all the guilt and shame started to ebb away, as the overwhelming heat and lust begin to taje over. Instead changing that guilt into... hope? Hope to yet this absolute bombshell of a woman to drop down and damn near impale herself on his cock. Regardless, he kept his eyes locked onto hers now. And he was noticing that she was doing the same. He smirked a bit as he now has the suspicion that she too really wanted to get in on this, and thus was making such a bold flirt her way.

Listening to her demands, 3 things he likes about her and 1 thing he'd do with her? Well... in his current state, his mind could practucally argue well around 100 things he could discuss about. But now only having to limit it to three? That would be tricky... but he kept on thinking while keeping a rather intense stroking. His mouth nice and open as he was taking deeper breaths as his body was preparing itself for yet another pleasure cycle like he normally goes through. He could feel the heat building up and with that he discarded his jacket as he kept pumping his shaft and tip. "Haaahh.. nghh.. 3 things? Y-yahh sure I can do that. Ngh! Mmm..." he spoke aloud before making his sp daring and bold flirt to her which made her get up and leave him alone on the couch.

Initially he looked suprised. Bit now all he could feel was an anger and angst from this seductive woman now leaving his side when he definetly needed her most to help release him of this next load. It showed on his face too! He gave her quite the pout and damn near growled at her before focusing back to himself and keeping up the pace. He certainly wasn't slouching in that department as he was most litterallt beating his dick. Thinking about how he would be ramming this monstrous tool 8 inches deep into that sexy blonde's guts, and permanently messing her up. He didn't care about the guilt, he just wanted to fill that sweet cunt of hers full of his seed to get some release.

If Gino was in his previous mindset, he would've whole-heartedly agreed with her that what he was saying was quite sick and despicable. But now, now he simply didn't care as he was shamelessly looking up and down her mature and sexy figure as his kind was finally able to cone to a decision on just what he would do to a bitch like her. His eyes stared into hers from across that 3 foot barrier again. Now she left the danger zone, there wouldn't be a chance of her getting burned by the fire she was creating right now. Gino spoke to her between breaths as he was pumping nice and hard, still going strong even after 5 minutes! "Hahh.. Mmmnngg.. fuck.. I-I like that blonde hair of yours.. Mmmnn... I would definitely be pulling on it from behind, or gripping you by it from the front.. hah.. ahh.. next would to to be- ghh! Gahh.. hah.. those legs.. oh fuck! Nnmmm!.. fuvk, those legs mmm.. I wanna feel them wrap around me Mmm... nice a tight while I fuck you into a wall~ Whew.. gah.. Nnn.. third I Mmm.. I like you... like that Nnmm.. mature personality you have.. hahh.. fuck.. the way you carry such p-paitence, God it just makes me wanna fuck you till you break! Hah... you're not like those other girls who'd just Ngh.. jump on, ride for a bit and pass out.. no.. you look like you have a plan.. Hah... as for what I'd do? God what wouldn't I do to you?~ But for now.. ahh.. I wanna grab you, bend you over this shitty fucking table and rail you out for the rest of this time!"

He was starting to get louder as he was getting closer. His arms her visibly flexing as he kept going. Soon breaking 10 minutes, 12... 13! It was by then that his eyes widened in that familiar look, he was past the point of no return. Who could blame him? The guy had the stamina of a premium porm star to be able to keep such hard thrusting for such a lenghty time, certainly enough to make any woman crumple and fold. "F-Fuck!! I-ahh! I'm gonnna!! Nghh! W-watson! I'm gonna cum! GHHhnngghaaahh! Haaahhh.. ahhhh!! Hahh.. mnnn.. gah.. f-fuck.." He said as his thighs tightened and his hips bucked up into the air, like he was thrusting up into a girl before his cock burst with brewing seed, shooting nice and high up, several globs of sticky goo came out, and in quite volumous amounts too. Definetly enough to spell certain pregnancy in risky women. He was more than just some fucker, he was a god damn breeder. Because even after such an eruption of cum, the damn near impossible happened before the woman's eyes.

His cock stayed standing, like a last man in no man's land. His cock was still perfectly erect and upright. It wasn't soon after and after deep and heavy breaths, he even tossed his shirt off with one hand as he went back at jerking off. With his shirt gone, his absolutely delicious abs could be seen crunching as he leaned up a bit to keep jerking off. The outline of his pecs looked legendary, and his form in general.. peak, male performance. Gino then glanced back to the good doctor and gave her a weak smile. "Nnnmm.. you sure you don't want in doctor? I won't tell.. hahh.. nmm.. promise.~"

 

[Jack Stalker]

There was no doubt in Dr Naomi Watsons mind that Gino Arbol was a filthy depraved bastard, but she knew that already, had known it for a long time. That was why he was seeing her, wasn't it... to cure his illness, his sickness, his wild lust? Although it was beginning to become apparent to her that he might simply be seeing her to fuel his masturbatory urges, his sick depravity, his desire to perhaps fuck a Doctor? He was sick, and she should not have been entertaining or indulging him, in any way shape or form, regardless of her own urges and desires. However, unlike many, he was entitled to be a depraved fuck, because of how large a man he was, how handsome and how huge his cock was.

She slightly shook her head as he shook off his jacket, he was certainly getting ahead of himself in her opinion, However she kept watching, semi mesmerised as he continued to abuse his cock. Although the harder and faster he went, the more she had doubts about whether he would be able to control himself. The looks he was giving her, as she left him on the couch, gave her the feeling he was one step away from trying to rape her. Fortunately her assistant was in the other room, but even so, the thought that she was pushing him to such depraved thoughts fuelled her own ego and satisfied her own needs for power and control. She was causing th8iis, fuelling his sickness, forcing him to stroke away at that monstrous fuck tool... but did he have what it took to do what she asked?

She licked her lips as he jerked off, softly teasing her lower lip with her teeth as she watched him intently, his fist furiously working that massive fuck tool, mercilessly stroking it up and down as he prepared to tell her what she wanted to hear. "my hair?" she said with mock surprise, running her fingers through it, twirling some about a finger as his bestial side emerged, she could almost feel him tugging on it right now, as he battered his cock into her. She liked that he was into her legs, that's why she always made sure her slit in her skirts showed off a good portion of het thighs when she sat at just the right angle, in just the right position. It was for him anyway, so it was good that he appreciated it, and her efforts to tease his cock and make him hard.

He then spoke about fucking her, bending her over the small coffee table and railing her hard, fucking her like she was just a piece of meat to be fucked like he was almost raping her. "Really? This table?" she raised her foot, digging the arch of her heel into it, pushing it a little towards with her boot. She moved her hands to her knees, her legs slightly parting as she shifted position, just not enough to reveal anything. "Do you really think that you could keep fucking me for a whole half hour? Without coming?" she shook her head. "That would surprise me. Of course, I'd need a man inside me for at least forty minutes to have any chance of coming, unless he knew what he was doing of course." she shook her head. "However that's beside the point.. I'm your Doctor, I could never succumb to such depravity. I'm, here to help you. You know that, don't you? And my unorthodox methods are just beginning." she smiled sweetly.

"Wait... what are you doing? Stop.. STOP!... oh..." she gasped a little, her eyes wide behind her glasses, looking almost comically huge as she watched him orgasm. The hot ropes of cum blasting out of the top of his cock slit almost dazing to witness. His balls were full of it and it looked incredible shooting into the air. She could barely believe he generated so much of it and was intrigued as his cock stayed almost as hard as when it had started after he had finished disgorging his seed into the air. She waited until his jerking climax subsided, then looked him in the eyes while shaking her head. "I'm quite disappointed. You didn't last very long, Mr Arbol... and no, I have no wish to join in. You did not listen to me. We're not here for your entertainment, I'm here to help you as a professional. You were supposed to stop. This is about abstinence and aversion and you are not paying attention or even trying to follow my instructions." she frowned, but it was clear that he was still hard and still jerking himself. "We can still make this work though." she nodded.

She stood up again, stepped up to the table and knelt on it with one knee, her other foot on the carpet. Her left hand clutched the edge to stabilize her on it, while she leaned towards him, reaching out with her right hand. She was careful not to touch his penis, instead taking hold of the wrist of his jerking hand, repositioning his hand on the leather seat next to him. Then she did the same with his other hand. "You will keep your hands here, at all times. If you move them, then this treatment ends, immediately. Understand?" she asked, "Now, I want to see if you can come again. How long will it take? How much cum will you make? Can you even get it up again in the thirty or so minutes you have left? I wonder?" she asked in a clinical and professional tone. She carefully wrapped her fingers around the shaft, one by one, feeling the warmth of his slick shaft sear her palm and fingertips. She withdrew her hand, wiped the dregs of cum off on his thigh, then spat into her hand and grasped his cock more firmly. She looked into his eyes as she began to stroke him off.

"Tell me when you are going to come... if you don't, you'll never feel me again." she stated, her expression cold and serious as she slowly began to jerk him off. Her finger slid up and down, from balls to the crown, her thumb occasionally stroking around the helm. Every so often, when she felt his veins bulging or pulsing, she stopped, stroking a solitary fingernail through the slit of his cock head, before grasping his cock to resume her slow methodical masturbation of his shaft. "Remember... tell me! You can fantasize all you want, about me, about my legs, my body, my lips... you can tell me how much you like this, how much you want it, but don't you dare fucking move and don't you dare fucking come without asking me, telling me. You get to the edge... then you stop. You wait." she let the swearing slip out sweetly, enunciating each filthy word, as her hand worked his cock. It squeezed, slid, thumbed his frenulum, a fingertip smoothed over his glans, stroked his slit, her little finger teased against his balls. Her heart pounded in her chest from her brazen actions, but it had to be done. "Twenty eight minutes... how long can you last Mr Arbol?" she teased, adjusting her speed, torturing his cock with her hand as she balanced in front of him.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

Gino was breathing hard by the end of round one, seemingly lost in his own feral world where he didn't care much for the blonde woman's rules for she had no influence over him in the current moment. But he did listen to her words regardless, especially the more depraved ones. Ones where she spoke of him railing her for over 40 minutes just to get her to orgasm, he had a good feeling that he could do it in 10. Regardless of that fact, he definitely watched those sexy legs of hers as the moved and switched positions. She was like sexy tease each and every time she did it. He was starting to think that she was definitely doing this on purpose. He didn't care, if anything he just wanted her to do it more so he had more material to furiously beat his dick to. Hearing her cries of him not wanting to orgasm were like music to his ears. Oh how he wanted to almost hear those words as he'd be railing her against a wall, making her scream into the structure or into his lips when he roughly made out with her gorgeous face. Maybe even pulling on her hair a bit as he gorged her on his cock. But all that came to a halt with a momentary lapse of post nut clarity.

For but just a minute or two, his lustful urges cleared as his mind was refreshed. It was like he just woke up from a dream, his breathing was hard and he looked around to see that he completely stained himself in cum. quite a lot too, he'd certainly smell like sex on his way back home, one such scent he certainly didn't want to follow him because it either thankfully repelled girls. Or worse... drew them in. "F-fuck.. I-I'm sorry Dr. Watson I really am.. shit.. hah.. fuck I-uhh I dunno if this is working. I can still feel them, their uhh.. only getting worse." He said as his clarity began to ebb and fade as his orgasm tingling has died off and he was ready to go again. He simply stared at her, breathlessly as she once again crossed the barrier to him. Pinning his hands down and telling him to keep them down, lathering his cock in more spit and saliva, or not even utilizing the cum still on him as lube as now she took over the controls for jerking him off. "Auugghhh!! Nmmm... f-fuck.. that feels good.." He groaned and growled almost as her as she kept on administering her "Treatment".

He now listened to her rules more carefully now. Seeing as how she most literally has him by the dick. No cumming, not without her permission at least. Tell her all of his dirty fantasies about her. If he feels close, tell her to stop and let him edge before resuming once more. He could only cum when she tells him to. Those very rules were desperately being scribbled into his brain, as all he wanted now was to seek greater pleasures. Little did he know that this would be one of the many steps to be taken to finally resolve him of his curse, and instead of ridding him of it, for him to embrace it. But more specifically for him to only embrace it with the good Dr. Watson in front of him. When she finished stating her rules, he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he was breathing hard once more and gave her a gentle nod, showing that he understood... perfect.

Gino grit his teeth as he felt her starting a decent rhythm with him. Sure he could've definitely gone longer than 15 minutes. But he was but lowly beast that wanted nothing more but to cum and feel an orgasm. If he really put his mind to it, much like how the good doctor was making him do, he could go for much longer. His eyes locked onto hers once more. His blue glowing orbs were slightly concealed under his eyelids as he gave her a narrow and seductive look. "Nmmm.. Yes doctor... fuck.. if I wanted to, I could go for an hour without cumming. I just simply didn't give a damn and wanted to cum. Ngghh.. But now looks like somethin new has been added to the mix.. Fuck.. ahhh.. hah.. Godddd.. aughhh.. Oh I just wanna... fuck! Nmm.. I wanna grab you, pin you to the wall and pound you till your eyes roll abck and... Nggh.. I stuff you full of cum.. gahh." He spoke truly, his dirty mind finally able to come up to the surface and finally able to uncork the bottle of intoxicatingly dirty ideas. "Mmm.. I've been watching so much fucking porn.. So much of, doctors, nurses.. therapists~ Getting completely fucking railed by their patients. I know it's fucking sick but! NGHhh.. fuck.. I love it.. I want it! Fuck, I wanna defile that stupid fucking table.. rail you right over it.. gahh.. have that once barrier that separated us instead be a commemoration of our first time fucking.." He could feel his eyes roll a bit and his hips almost buck. he slammed his hips back into the couch, hunkering himself down to the leather cushion, like his mind was acting on instinct to the rules. He was starting to pant now. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and pecs, even going down his tightening abs as he could feel the pressure building. His mind constantly thinking off all the nasty and disgraceful things he wanted to do with her, and all that could be said by the end of it was... 50 shades had nothing on this man and his corrupted mind. He would need damn near 100. If not more, regardless after what felt like hours pass when in reality it was only tens of minutes, the timer was ticking down and he was at 20 minutes in, still had six left to go. But he could feel it he was approaching the point of no return! "W-wait! Stop I'm gonna cum!" Just as she'd get her hands off or stop, his body was just teetering on the edge. His core and shoulders were practically thrashing around as he threw his head back and his teeth could be heard from her position, they were grinding against each other hard! Next his legs and thighs coiled just a bit. But were flexing furiously. While his hands were viscously gripping the couch, the leather groaning in stress as he would damn near rip the damn thing apart if it weren't for the edging sensation to subside. "Ghhnn.. Gahhhh hah.. hah.. fucckkk..." He groaned out as thankfully no white stuff came out of him, he took a few deep breaths, looked at doctor Watson back at her sexy face and nodded once more. "A-Alright.. I'm good to continue." These last 6 minutes would be the lighting round. He looked up at her and gave her a small smirk. "Nmm. do I get a reward for.. if I ahh.. do as you say?" He said as he groaned once more and braced for the next onslaught of pleasure. His mind racking his thoughts for the next dirty trick he wanted to do with her, definitely not giving a fuck about the taboo of fucking his therapist into the ground.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi couldn't believe how thick and hard his cock still was, after he'd blasted hot ropes of cum into the air in front of her, orgasming like an animal, then still being able to proudly stroke at his bulging, thick veined rod, showing off, displaying his manhood like it was some magnificent weapon, a steel bar of flesh that could drive into whatever he wanted it to, for as long as was needed. It was a thrilling revelation, that she may have actually found a man who could satisfy her, without coming almost as soon as he was inside her. Although that could be deceptive. He had come, faster than she anticipated, what of he came fast all the time? She had to be sure, had to know this wasn't a waste of her time, that he could be steered towards what she ultimately wanted. A brutal hard fucking on the end of that obscenely huge rod.

'That feels good' intermixed with his groans gave her ego a boost, let a smirk form on her lips as she continued to slowly masturbate his shaft and cock head. her nimble, dainty, delicate fingers worked his cock, his helm, his knob, every part of it was visited by her stroking digits as she played it, drawing her grasp up and down its monstrous length. She could tell he was a sex mad bastard, but she wondered how many times he'd gotten to actually fuck a woman, rather than simply jerking off to his porn addition. He needed help and she was going to give it to him, she knew she could and she hoped he would continue to play ball with her and follow the course she had laid out for him.

Her eyes burned into his from behind her glasses, a wide eyed stare as he nodded in understanding. Well, he understood at least, whether he would have the will to obey was another matter. She wanted him to obey, to follow, to do as he was told... until it was time for him not to obey. Her eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a smile. She stroked her tongue across her upper lip, then clenched her teeth, bringing both her hands to his cock, She corkscrewed her grip up and down it, rotating her grasp as she jerked off his entire length, both her delicate hands needed to encompass it's enormous girth and length, still unable to full close her fingers around its width. It was slick with spit, her palms searing against the hot flesh as she continued to thumb across the knob, but could more frequently use her fingernail to circle the rim of his helm and tease at the slit, as her other hand maintained a steady relentless jerking motion up and down the baton of hard flesh she wielded. Briefly she wondered who he had fucked last with this thing, then realised it didn't matter. She would be the one he fucked next, she could feel it. Had to ensure it.

The sucking, squelching, sloppy sounds as she fucked his cock with her fist filled the room, filled it with the obscene depraved sounds of sex as she continued with her abuse of his cock. "You could go for an hour? Really? Well, that's interesting. You're going to have to go for a little longer than that though Mr Arbol, if you are to have any hope of a cure." she replied, an understanding look in her eyes as she continued mercilessly toying with his cock. "You're a real bastard, aren't you Mr Arbol. Your sick fantasies about a medical professional who is just trying to help you." she grit her teeth, almost snarling a little. You make me sick... but it's my job to help you and help you I will. You won't do any of those things to me, Mr Arbol... because it would be rape. And while you are a bestial animal, I know you aren't a common rapist." she told him. "By all means, fantasize about raping me... but know this. When or if I decide that your treatment has reached a certain threshold... you won't need to rape me... because you can't rape the willing." she teased with a grin... all the while her left fist slapped up and down his cock, from head to balls, while her fingertips on her right hand teased at his helm, traced lines down his shaft and teased at his balls. He was an animal.

"First?" she said as he mentioned railing het to the table. "You think I would actually allow you to fuck me? More than once? Or at all?" she said, some mock shock in her tome, as she placed one withdrawn hand to her chest in pseudo horror, while continuing to stroke away with the other. A fapping sound repeating over and over in the room as she shamelessly and constantly pumped away at his thick member. Her eyes strayed down to his chest, his bare flesh covered in a sheen of sweat already. She watched a bead of sweat trickle down across his hard flesh and grinned, looking back up at him, teasing out her tongue to lap it upwards through the air, in a single slow drawn out motion, before slipping it back into her mouth. It didn't come anywhere near to touching him. "I'd love to taste your sweat... but that isn't going to happen Mr Arbol. Not yet anyway. That's not part of your treatment schedule for today." she told him.

Then the fun was over, he was gasping out that he was close. So she spat on his cock and immediately began to fist him even more rapidly, almost panting as she double grasped his cock and frenziedly stroked him to an unavoidable orgasm, pulling her hands away and backing off the moment she felt the inevitable throbbing and bulging, that signalled she had pushed him over the edge. She wanted to watch him cum again, but, whether or not her final push had wrenched another orgasm from his cock, she sat back down, crossed her legs, then snatched up her pad again. She picked up her pen and stared at him.

"Yes, you're good to continue, to continue to go. To go home Mr Arbol. Now, to continue things we will need to schedule you for an appointment I've pencilled you in for tomorrow, Thursday will be no good... and an unnecessarily cruel delay." she commented. "You will be rewarded if you follow my instructions, so please, listen carefully. I have seen your cock, felt it, seen your balls when they were heavy and full, and when they were drained. I'm a medical professional, and I have certain materials here to run tests. I will know if you have masturbated before our appointment tomorrow evening Mr Arbol. I will know and you will reap no rewards for a poor adherence to my instructions. Abstinence is what we want now, Mr Arbol, an aversion to touching yourself, because you know something better awaits you than some simple pornography. You will return here tomorrow, without having touched yourself, and we will continue your treatment. That will be your reward. If you disobey, then you will be punished. Do you understand?" she finished.

Every word had been a strain to get out, she was so wet, she felt like she had pissed herself, yet there she was, projecting the same cool exterior as she had when he had first arrived. She stood up, tossing his shirt onto him, then walked to the door and opened it, her hips swayed as she did so and her spin at the door exposed her thigh as he skirt, which had ridden up a little, slipped down to tease its hem at the top of her leather boots. She rested a hand on her hip, after briefly licking her fingertips clean of her spit and traces of his cum which had been massaged by her palm into his shaft, then transferred to her fingers. "Eight o clock sharp Mr Arbol. And remember, if you want your reward... then you will be fresh to the battle, so to speak. Good afternoon, I have other things to attend to and a meeting to oversee." she opened the door and patiently waited for him to leave.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

To say that she was an experienced woman was to most certainly be an understatement. She was like a sex scientist! Her methods utilizing both technique and just raw squeezing strength were certainly putting up a harsh fight against Gino's Iron rod. it stood like an obelisk of defiance towards her. Not allowing itself to be beaten down so quickly and humiliated like last time. it stood the test of time against her viscous onslaught against all the sections of his bulging cock. even the veins and arteries that occasionally pulsed in her grip weren't safe from when her grip got really tight, thank goodness that there was plenty of lube, otherwise she might just be accidentally yanking off his poor man meat. Gino as needless to say, quite surprised. Normal girls couldn't even come close to the technique and mastery over a cock that she has, the only closest candidates would be well seasoned whores and prostitutes he bought out on occasion. This was certainly becoming a rather unique situation. But he didn't care, it felt so fucking good to him, so he wouldn't care at all. Instead he felt for just a while, that it was ok.. It was completely fine for his normal half to embrace the lustful, or for his more restrained side to simply give up it's struggles and let the lust take over. So what if he had to break a few girls every now and then? Who gave a fuck about that bitch from Walmart? Who care... if he fucked his own therapist? He certainly didn't...

Listening to her teasing comments, insulting him and calling him out for his devious quirks and lusts. Like she was come kind of abusive handler to his wild nature. He merely responded with a smirk and some jabs of his own! "Ngghh.. so says the, gahh.. woman who's jerking me off right now.. fuck.. Nmm.. yeah, I bet you really do want to have this iron rod splitting you apart- Ngghmm!! D-don't you?" He said as his smirk was now showing quite a bit of teeth as he had to clench and grind them together. "Cmon now. Y-you're no saint. Doing this is -Mmmm! Hah.. ahh.. making you just as bad as me! T-taking advantage of a man who just wants help? Guhhh... y-you're a sick woman, doctor.. after all, you said it nghh.. yourself right? not rape if it's willing?~" He said with a cheeky grin as he caught on to that little slip of the tongue she made. She went too far and said too much now to hide herself in professional plausible deniability. But it was while he was in quite the heat, he'd either forget it or only remember it during these almost heat like times. He damn near felt his cock shake in anticipation as Dr. Watson's tongue did a passing fly by above the sweat of his core and abs. Making the effected muscle groups tense and seize in anticipation. But when nothing came, they slowly relaxed, and Gino let out an irritated groan from yet more teasing! Ohh it just made him wanna plow her through harder!

But as the session came to an end and she practically gave his cock and lubed up Indian rub burn, his load shot just as high and with just as much volume as before. It was official, his torso was caked in semen.. How gross. With Dr. Watson leaving a huffing Gino on the bed, a man who was starting to come around to a form of resolution, even though it wasn't the one he wanted, instead of him coming to a normal baseline, instead it would be to further embrace his lustful nature, and to strengthen it even further with conviction and a clearer state of mind, one no longer muddled with guilt or "what-if's?" No, if this kept up, he'd turn into a beast of a man who'd have his eyes set out of only one type of prey.. women, beautiful women of any type that to satisfy his unending fire. Here's to hoping that this new doctor could handle his monstrous proportions. This relationship was defiantly more a comparison to beauty and the beast. With the good doctor and her elegance and wisdom, while Gino was the raw strength and animalistic urges. It was a sexual show down between a meticulous and thoughtful mistress, and a hardcore fucking beast. But for now, there was still work to be done to push him over that edge, although it wouldn't be very much work at all, if even it might only take a session or two left before he just snaps and fucks her down. He... wasn't sure.

He was back in a post nut clarity when Dr. Watson spoke once more, outlining the necessity of doing yet another session on Wednesday, and outlining the things he should (or should not) be doing while he was at home, and that she could tell if he betrayed her orders once more. But Gino had a good feeling that following her orders would get him what he wanted without having to get nasty. Gino gave her a brief nod as he understood her orders. To go home, no porn, no masturbation, no whores or anything! Just simply trying to fall asleep would be a nightmare! Not even mentioning having to arrive right at 8 AM! ohhh this was going to be tricky for him. He'd have to wake up nearly an hour earlier of course just to be all ready and make the trip over. But then again.. these were her orders, and who was he to deny them? A patient to a rather unorthodox and exceptionally horny therapist? Most certainly. But for now, he put that thought aside as he simply came up with a better idea and used his T-shirt to wipe up the nasty cum all over him, making his shirt reek of his fluids. He grabbed his jacket and put it on, zipping it up while crumpling up the shirt and stuffing it in a jacket pocket. 'Mmm.. of course.. Dr. Watson, you have a nice day now.~" He said as he walked right out the door she so graciously held open for him. He didn't bother looking back, otherwise one more glimpse at those sexy thighs and he'd have to break his orders and beat off his cock. Instead he practically booked it straight home, and started working out once more, doing exercise, maintain a zen garden, and even brewing himself a cup of tea, he had to break out all the stops tonight to suppress his urge. Biting his lip hard in curiosity now, no longer feeling guilt of the past. But curious of the future. He was thankfully able to get a full 8 hours and by time tomorrow he was up, showered and ready for round two, except this time He felt different... Like that last light of hope for him to come back.. was snuffed out like a candle. And yet now.. He didn't feel fear.. he felt anticipation, wondering just what the good doctor had in store for him today, what lengths of depravity would they undergo? And would it finally be ok for both halves of himself to come together and embrace each other finally? Of course it was... At 7:59 AM he has his foot in the door and giving the receptionist a nodding smile, hiding his devious smirk and perverted thoughts from the bland girl, she deserved none of them after all. He'd wait for her to let him in before he slowly approached and opened the door once more to see his favorite blonde. "Good morning Dr. Watson! how are you today?" He'd ask in a pleasant and grateful tone, while the door was still open of course. But once it shut, his pleasant smile, cracked.. if just a bit in a small smirk.

 

[Jack Stalker]

As soon as Mr Arbol left, Naomi told her assistant to hold any calls and keep the next client waiting for a short while. Then she shut the door to her office and fell to her knees, then forward so her face was against the floor, one hand supportingher and teh other slipping beneath her skirt.

For the next few minutes, all Naomi could feel on her cheek was the shag pile carpet close to the door, as she bit down on her left hand, so hard she drew blood. Her right pumped two fingers in and out of her tight drenched pussy in a frantic feverish rhythm as she wildly finger fucked her tight young cunt. Her thumb flicked at her clit until her kneeling, sprawling body, stiffened as it was wracked by a violent, self inflicted orgasm. A climax, wrought from her own diligent fingers. It tore through her as she imagined Gino fucking her raw, bending her over in her office and ruining her pussy for any other man, with the monstrous cock of his stretching and deforming her narrow channel until she screamed.

She shuddered, feeling her juices squirt around her pumping digits and foul her thighs, splashing against her boots as she came long and hard, feeding on the smell of him that still remained in the room. She sucked what traces of his cum remained on her fingers into her mouth, as she groaned out in ecstasy and release. God, he was magnificent and, probably, totally beyond redemption when it came to weening him off his self abuse... but for once she didn't give a damn about the welfare of her client. A man like that was born to fuck, and she wanted to be on the receiving end of that huge cock. She just needed to do things in a way she could keep her job.

Naomi bandaged her hand with a plaster in the en suite and cancelled the rest of her appointments for the day. She couldn't face having to deal with the insane and inane cases which were lined up for her. All she wanted to do was fuck herself, with every toy she had. It was pointless though and she knew it, she'd seen his cock, touched perfection, nothing could compete with that thing. Not silicone, not plastic not rubber. She wanted it so bad... but she had to stick to her plan. She had to at least make it seem as though she were a professional trying to help him. Instead of a fuck hungry whore who wanted to use him for her own sick pleasure. She went to sleep early. She'd told him to come to see her at eight o clock, in the evening. He'd need to keep his hands to himself a whole day, then after she was done with her work, she would work on him.

...Time passed...

Dr Naomi Watson worked long hours. There were so many people with spare cash and a need to spill out their troubles to a Stanger, and she was a professional with a high success rate and a solid reputation. She usually got into her office between eight and nine in the morning, then worked through until eight in the evening. This morning, though, she couldn't sleep, arriving just after the elderly receptionist, Samantha Weathers, who opened up on Wednesdays and cleaned the place as well.

She walked into her office with a briefcase under one arm, her black executive document and laptop case in her left hand and a coffee from a nearby coffee shop in the other. A bag with a croissant in was between her teeth and her glasses were perched on her nose as she swept aside a few things from the desk at the rear of her office and consulting room. It was then that she heard him behind her. Him.

Mr Arbol.

She dropped the bag and put own her cases, slipping off her tweed coat she paused, then threw it across the back of her chair. She laughed softly, shaking her head, then leaned back against the desk. It was the same greyish design as yesterday, but this one was a little shorter, only making it to her knees and ridding up substantially further when she sat down. Also she wore grey four inch heels with closed toes instead of her brown boots, and her legs were not bare today, instead bearing a silky flesh coloured sheen from the stockings or tights that she wore. As she rested her firm taut ass against the edge of her desk, the shallow off centre slit at the front of her skirt parted to give a teasing glimpse half way up her thighs as she looked at him. The glimpse of lacey stocking tops dispelling any notion she was wearing tights.

"Mr Arbol? What are you... is this a joke? When I said Eight O clock, I meant in the evening!!" she shook her head. She checked her watch, a silver Timex that cost more than most of her clients made in a month. "I suppose I can see you now, but you really need to pay attention. I'm usually not even in the office at this time... and I have my first appointment at nine. That leaves us less than an hour." she told him.

"Please, have a seat. I don't expect you to have much to tell me." she confessed. "I mean it hasn't even been a full day yet." she sat down in her chair, depositing the cup and croissant on the table. She crossed one knee over the other, the expanse of thigh exposing her stocking to the top, then revealing a unblemished expanse of flesh beyond it as she reached for her notepad and pen. "Well? Take it out. Show me that you haven't been abusing yourself Mr Arbol. I'll know if you had." she told him. She leaned forwards, her top slightly suggesting the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra today, almost exposing the edge of an areola.

As she momentarily waited she tapped the pencil against her lips. "I'm grateful, now that I think about it. With Miss Weathers leaves early on Wednesday... I might have found myself alone with you. I wouldn't want to put that sort of pressure on you. You're a decent man Mr Arbol, just in need of guidance, but you're only human. If we were alone here, well, who could blame you if you were to lose control... do something you might regret later? It would be a terrible set back, if it were to be reported of course... but in situations like that I've heard, from several clients, that if you fuck a woman hard enough, eventually she'll like it." she shook her head. "Anyway, let's get back to the matter at hand. Show me. If you really have been practicing abstinence, then your size and production values should be top of the range."

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

Gino wasn't waiting for long as ge watched the lovely blonde alive, looking around and laughing softly when she spotted him, he must've done something wrong? Was it the hair. Or maybe his clothes? Did he forget something? He was rather oblivious to the obvious issue that she meant for him to come in the evening, not in the morning! Ohhh he definitely should've clarified that.. He soon blushes brightly upon the woman calling him out for his rather obvious mistake, his hand rubbing up on the back of his head and his smirk is instead replaced by a open smile and slightly nervous laugh. "O-oh? Really now? I uhh.. I'm sorry, I really should've asked you to get more info. That's my bad. Do you still have time for today?" Heasked hopefully? Although as much as he still wanted to hold onto hope for him to get better. That was quickly slipping away as he could feel his opinion change from that to, he just wants to see her so he could get aroused or maybe even some pleasure. Hopefully she had more "unconventional" techniques sge could use on him today to help him feel better.

First thing's first however, and that was him noticing her new outfit, and just how she was really now playing into his kinks. He loved to see legwear on a sexy pair of thighs like hers. The poor man was practically staring at Dr.Watson's thighs the whole time he spoke to her so far, they were just so... hypnotic. The stockings along with her split dress showing off the insides of her thighs just barley was enough fir the blood to start storming to his crotch, readying the main cannon.

Gino practically stuttered a bit first before taking his seat across from her. Once again. That 3 foot barrier between him. Gino remembered a time where it gave him solace, thinking it'd keep her safe. But now... all it was, was just a wall he wanted to desecrate. But he had to play his role, he didn't want her to be fired afterall. Certainly not from his actions. So he'd play along and be her helpless client, one distraught with hormones and lustful urges, given a blessing of endowment, and the chisled body of a model. He could get any girl he wanted. Yet... of all things, all he wants right now is to fuck down this beautiful therapist. He hopes doing what she says could help make that a reality. Regardkess, Gino was a bit suprused when she wanted to cut so quickly to business, well it wasn't like they had much time to work with. So he was understanding and besides.. the faster they could get to the main course.. the better. Gino smiled softly at her and nodded. "Ofcourse Doctor, and still. Thank you for seeing me after my blunder just now. I followed your instructions but umm... its not looking too good." He said as he got to work on his pants.

Once they barley came down, his cock pitched a tent so fast it'd win a boy scout badge. Even Gino was supised as he looked down at his equipment. His poor boxers looked so tight. Gino actually had to reach his hand down to help fish it out and pull down his boxers, revealing an absolutely throbbing etection. It was twitching, a blushing red, and looked even just a bit longer and thicker than from last time. His balls were a but bigger too! Their need to cum and release was intense. The volume of cum inside would definetly be enough to get any woman pregnant 4 times over. This absolute bull was right across from her, standing tall like an obelisk of sin.

Gino bit his lip hard as his breathing picked up just a but from the small embarrassment of having him showing her, his cock so quickly and early in thier session. But hot damn he was looking at her face, trying to gauge her reaction to seeing the meat bat before her. This cunt wrecker was dying for attention and now... it seems like only the Good doctor is the one who can give it so.

Gibo listened to her next words after she told him about the circumstances with this new secretary. He did see her while walking in, she looked like a nice old lady, although she did seem to be in a bit of a hurry, looking like she was only really ment to clean up and do some last minute paperwork and arrangements before she could leave for the day, like a part time worker it seems. Oh well, he couldn't blame the old girl. Besides, with the good doctor going greatly into detail over the fact that her secretary would be left soon, and that well... no one would really say anything if he were to lose himself and have his way with her. Those words struck hard into his head as he looked up at her and raised a brow. "Really now? Huh... well that certainly would be an intresting sequence of events. If say, you came over to inspect my cock, and had to preform yet a diffrent form of you unorthodox treatments.. and I were to... get a bit carried away and fuck you senseless against the door to ward off your next clients. That'd certainly be a bit of a conundrum."

He laughed softly to himself at the irony of it all, he was quickly becoming the very thing he swore to destroy, a lustful man who went out of his way to seduce any women to his side to fulfill his sinful urge. Even as he stands before Dr. Watson right now, his monster of a cock out, he feels nothing but excitement to see what his amazing therapist has in store for him today? Maybe some more hand jobs, blow jobs, teasing with her ass, or even.. fucking her down senseless until he was satisfied with her? He didn't feel the need to hope that she'd play along with his counter offering of wrecking her womb, he had a feeling she wanted it. And he trusted his gut.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Doctor Naomi Watson liked it. She liked the attention she felt, when Gino stroked his gaze up her legs to her barely exposed thighs. She could feel the heat of that gaze, as though a warm finger was stroking itself through her creaming pussy right this second. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, playing with that gaze, smirking inside. She had his attention, had his focus, had him at her mercy at least for now. She intended to use that power, use it and abuse it. She'd stopped recording the sessions anyway, the secret footage which was used to protect her in case of inappropriate client behaviour claims... was now aborted in the event that the claims would be coming from the client against her.

He gave her some sort of half assed reply, as to why he'd come in early. She simply nodded, brushed it aside, dispatched any concerns or need to address it any further. He surely would not do it again and, besides, it wasn't like she didn't want to see that thing between his legs again! It was a huge monstrous rod of flesh that would have left even the most well hung black guy with penis envy.

When he exposed himself Naomi could not help but gasp, it was clear from the heavy balls and engorged look of it that he had not been abusing it for a while. She let herself peer at it over her glasses for a while, then smiled a slim smile onto her lips. "That's very good Mr Arbol. You certainly appear to have followed my instructions. Abstinence for a whole night and morning. You've done very well so far. However we still need to establish a few things, as well as explore how to manifest some aversion within you. To touching yourself. I mean it goes without saying that if I was to see that you had been touching yourself, away from my presence, that it would mean my techniques were not working, that I was a failure. In that event we would have to discontinue our sessions and I know that you don't want that Mr Arbol, after all, I'm your only chance at being able to lead a normal life. I hope that you were able to enjoy last night as a masturbation free experience?" she asked, her gaze fixed on that rod of flesh that looked like it could sunder its way through oak.

With Samantha settling in her reception area for a full morning and afternoons work, at least until six in the evening, Naomi relaxed and settled into her role. There wouldn't be any surprises, not today at least, but tomorrow would be another matter. Was she really sure that she wanted to be potentially alone with Gino? She would have to give things some serious consideration. Perhaps test the waters with some limited exposure to them being isolated together?

She frowned slightly as he spoke about abusing her against the door, even though the thought pf being fucked so hard it might be considered rape wasn't completely unappealing... it was dangerous and wrong. He seemed to be getting cocky, more confident, even more depraved and sexually charged. Was that really what she wanted? She knew she was playing with fire, knew that once the beast, the animal, was let loose, getting it back in its cage would be difficult. "I'm afraid that's not quite what I meant Mr Arbol, and that sort of behaviour would not be tolerated. Either by myself or by my assistant. As I said, it would be a set back for your condition, something to be avoided." she told him. At least it would be a set back until she was ready, ready to proceed to a more advanced stage of things.

Naomi eased back in her chair, then noticed her intercom buzz. Standing up she walked over to her desk, bending over to trigger the button. Her skirt rode up a little, exposing her thighs and stocking tops even more from behind as she bent over, her firm taut ass pressing against the material of her skirt. Samantha squawked over the com and Naomi listened. "Send them in." she said. She turned towards Gino, "Put that away please Mr Arbol. My assistant has informed me that Mr and Mrs Donaldson have arrived for their ten o clock a little early. They are high paying and valued clients, so I'm not able to reschedule. Anyway, this simply means that we'll have to resume things this evening, as I originally planned. I'm so sorry." she told him apologetically.

Walking over to him, hips swaying as her heels paced across the carpet until she was in front of him, she reached down and wrapped her fingers, one by one, around his cock, then stuffed it back inside his pants, zipping him up with some difficulty. She then looked over his shoulder as the door opened. "Thank you Samantha. Mr Arbol is leaving now. Frank, Marsha, good to see you, please, just a moment." she looked back to Mr Arbol. "I'll be able to deal with you in just a few hours Mr Arbol, eight o clock this evening. Please, bear in mind what we spoke about. You need to stay strong for the rest of the day, now, if you'll excuse me?" she moved to the door as the couple entered, avoiding eye contact with Gino, as they moved to the couch to take their seats.

Naomi ushered Gino out into the reception area, looking to her assistant and him. "I know you'll be leaving at about six, won't you Miss Weathers? Just leave the door open, we shouldn't have to worry about an unauthorised visits. When you arrive, just hit the intercom entry button here, it'll let you straight into my office without issue." she pointed out the button. "Just make sure to lock up the files and put away the computer Miss Weathers." she told Samantha. "Stay strong Gino. I know you can do it." she told him. As Samantha turned away, Naomi opened her blouse a little, exposing her right breast to his view at this angle. her finger and thumb squeezing at her hard bullet shaped nipple, bringing out a hiss, before she quickly closed up her buttons. She then leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I'm looking forward to a fresh, unsullied cock Mr Arbol, I do hope that you can keep your hands to yourself until this evening." then more loudly as Samantha turned back, "Good morning to you. See you soon."

...LATER...

Naomi had known that Gino would have no option but to leave.

There were too many people around for him to succumb to any twisted fantasies. By eight o clock though, Samantha was gone and Dr Naomi Watson was busy writing up some taped interviews from the days sessions. In truth the last few cases of the afternoon had so relied upon and engaged her professional abilities and attention, that she had almost lost track of time as she sat tapping away at her keyboard. She had no idea whether Gino would return, perhaps expecting him to survive this long wasn't realistic? Perhaps he'd call to say he had failed? Perhaps he would just show up and walk in? She didn't know and had stopped thinking about it for a moment.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

Gino bit his lip hard as he too finally glanced back down to his throbbing erection, hoping to be able to receive some kind of sexual release. But she just instead kept on talking and talking.. her words were starting to fade into pudding as his lustful haze has only getting heavier, slowly blinding him more and more from common sense and morals and guiding him down the path of a lustful monster. He watched those barley exposed thighs like a halk looking down at the juiciest bunny he's seen in years. His eyes were quite dialated as he breathing was still getting a bit ragged as he was trying to keep himself calm with little to no effect. Watching her only merely talk and respond to his offer with such unkind words of unprofessionalism. It made him wanna just shove his cock in her hypocritical mouth and just fuck her slutty throat until he could burst a fat load into her belly before handling her around for those lower holes to be made of use. He could only hope she was on birth control. Because the amount of cum he wanted to pump into each if her hopes would be enough for a pregnancy multiple times over.

He looked so hopeful up to her as she did seem pleased with his work of not masturbating as of yet. The effects of barley even 12 hours was proving to have some rather spectacular results. It was like his body was now made for breeding, with the accelerated rate that his balls generate and store semen, along with his massive rod and improved stamina. It was like this man was created from his very genetics to impregnate women. "Mmm.. I did good, right Doctor? T-that means you can give me some release, right?" He practically begged her like a homeless crack addict to his dealer. In a way, she practically was his drug dealer, a dealer in pleasure to his addicted and sinful self, and he seemed to be needing this often in order to stay remotely sane.

But when she instead said to him to put his cock away and that the next group of people would he coming, he looked completley stunned. He was speechless. It was like someone told him that his entire football time died in a horrific bus accident. He swallowed once and blinked a few times, trying to keep his lustful urge in check to not just spring on her like a cat and dealer her right here, right now. But to instead wait and not possibly incur a sexual assault charge later. It took a few deep breathes before he could finally say, in a slightly irritated tone. "Ok.. it's fine, I'll be coming back later for our appointment at 8pm them.." He certainly had trouble trying to stuff the iron rod back into his jeans. It also didn't help that he had to also stuff his buldging nuts back into his pants too. His pants were still quite visibly showing that they were very tight and under alot of stress when he finally zipped them back up.

Gino was still breathing quite hard as he slowly stood up and was walking to the door trying his best to maintain a semblance of self control as all he wanted was to stuff her guts full of his cock and burst his endless seed inside to finally be able to release some pressure inside her. But for now atleast, he'd have to wait an entire 12 more hours! But... he did get an idea. Listening to the conversation between her and the receptionist, more than likely no one would be around by 6, abd thier appointment was around 8. Definetly meaning no one would be around. If push cane to shove, he would feel like he'd gave to the unthinkable and pin to poor doctor waston down as he'd fuck her into submission over an entire god dammed night.

As he was about to leave, he glanced over to the doctor as she got his attention once more, a tired and disappointed looking face greeted her when he looked back. But that look quickly vanished as she exposed her breast to him and even teased it infront of him. His eyes widened and he took a short gasp as his eyes practically locked on once more and his ears were listening loud and clear as she spoke once more. He bit his lip hard and nodded when suddenly a loud. "POP!" Could he heard, and looking down to see where it came from, it was his pants and they were having a bit of a...wardrobe malfunction.. the button to his pants most litteraly popped off and was now on the ground. Quickly the man reached down and grabbed the button, and slid said button into her hand, like giving her some kind of award and trophy for what she had just done to him. He gave the doctor a kind smile and nodded saying. "I'll do my best doctor, thank you very much." He definitely needed that bit if actual sexual control, as for now it made him more envious of the future. But in the present it did give him an odd sense of release and pleasure, which helped feed the starving urge just a bit. more.

7:55 pm

After extensive hours of blue balling agony struggling, groaning, and being very damn careful when he had to go piss. He was finally almost to the fabled office, he could see the lights in her room like a glowing beacon on salvation as he finally came inside, simply pressing the intercom button to let himself in, he practically storms his way up the stairs and soon come to Dr.Watson's office, or more so just the reception room. It was bare of all people. But he could see the office door was wide open, and he slowly began to walk his way in, seeing the doctor being so busy and distracted. Probably not having to constantly suffer the past 24 hours with a pain of blue balls. How lucky she was... but he had an idea to get back at her just a little. He unzipped his pantsand once again pulled out the mighty beast, with the sane dimensions as before. But now the twitching was even worse. His nuts were about the size of large plums, and were even turning a slight shade of blue. They would absolutely need to be relieved of this pressure, otherwise his balls might actually become damaged.

Gino grabbed his mighty meat stick and held it straight up, feeling it bow and strain pleasurable under pressure as he appeared her desk. The 3 foot barrier didn't mean shit to him anymore as he let go of his cock right on an open portion of her desk, letting a loud. "Thump!" Sound across her desk his cock and balls were visible and were actually looking in desperate need for a release. Gino however, looking down upon her gave her a kind smile. "Mmm, good evening Dr. Watson, I'm here for my appointment.~" he said in a rather excited tone, hoping that she'd finally give him what he wanted. His smile and face looked to be excited and polite. But his eyes... his eyes held a sort of mania in them that spoke a simple sentence. "Either you take care of this cock... or I will." It seems like she had pushed him well to his breaking point, and what she does now would determine on his feel maintain some semblance of his human self and sanity, or completley snap into a lust driven creature, a psychopath that no longer would care for the word "no" and divulge himself with his absolute breeder body, in this poor doctor, whenever the fuck he wanted.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Doctor Naomi Watson was almost finished with her case notes and file updates and about to go into a quick 'face to face' online, when the slap against her desk of a huge length of meat startled her and she snapped her head up. Her glasses slipped slightly askew as she looked up at Gino, clearly surprised that he had caught her off guard. She realigned them and found she was looking at Mr Arbol's monstrous tool.. and from the look of his balls and the bulging shaft, he'd managed to hold back for an entire day! That was real progress, which she would have been proud of, perhaps enough to write things up in a medical journal, if she had not been doing it for her own far from altruistic ends.

"Mr Arbol? I'm glad to see that you made it after all. I'm also glad that, as we can both see, my unorthodox methods have paid welcome dividends." she nodded. His engorged cock was a magnificent thing to look at, rigid, stiff, swollen and ready to fuck its way into almost anything, she suspected. He must have been at his wits end, to be having to endure that thing in that condition all day long. She hoped he was proud of that achievement. "I don't need to run any tests to see that you have managed to avoid touching yourself. How do you feel about things? Do you think it's been a good idea to follow such an unusual and unique procedure?" she asked. She stood up, straightening her skirt and closing her laptop, "Please, have a seat." she suggested, moving to her own chair to sit down. She imagined his eyes on her, as she turned around, leaning over to snatch up her notebook and pen. She imagined he'd raped her a dozen times over, in his mind, but that the decent human part of him was still in control and still restraining his actions.

Sitting down she slowly crossed her legs, stroking her calves against one another as she settled down. Her eyes peered at him over her glasses and she scribbled a few things on her notepad, without really paying attention to it at all. Her eyes drifted between his face and that incredible monster of a cock. Untouched for longer than he would usually have left it. He should have been proud of his achievement, for surely he had deprived himself of pleasure for longer than even she had. Already she had come twice within the last twenty four hours. Once today, pumping her fingers in and out of her creaming slit until she orgasmed in the confines of her office bathroom.

"You at least have to agree that by following my instructions you have managed to abstain from tainting yourself... with your wicked, depraved and debased hobby of constant masturbation, wouldn't you agree Mr Arbol? You have abstained from your sinful and wretched self abuse... and now we must find a way to reinforce that initial abstinence, forming and sculpting it into aversion. We must give you a conscious distaste for self abuse. How do you imagine that might ne achieved Mr Arbol?" she asked softly. She squirmed a little in her seat, the feeling manifesting in her crossing her legs once more, changing the knee she would rest her notepad on as she fixed her stare on his cock. She waited to hear any comment, then continued with her own train of thought.

"Let me tell you what I've decided, Mr Arbol, the conclusion that I've come to." she reassured him. "You simply need some form of reward for your restraint. As well as a goal, a time to get to in the day or week, a set point to reach, where you know that your efforts to hold back will no longer be needed and you can again be yourself and give in to your base and primal desires." she explained. She bit her lower lip lightly, before moistening her lips with her tongue. She lifted her right heel, digging the arch into the table in front of her and pushing it aside, sliding it out of the way, her legs parting as she did so. Wide enough for him to be able to see, if her were sitting down, that her white lace panties were translucent from the secretions which had flooded out to soak and stain them from her drenched and weeping cunt. Her creaming slit evidence of the excitement which was pulsing in her veins right now. There were so many ways this could go right now, so many opportunities to prolong things... but there was more to be taken into consideration here than simply a game and rules of conduct.

She wanted him, wanted him to fuck her. Why should she wait any longer? The opportunity was here to be taken. "To put it plainly. You need to know that if you refrain from touching yourself, for longer and longer periods, that at the end of that period there will be a reward. Not merely the ethereal reward of knowing that you have achieved decency, that you are no longer a depraved masturbatory monster, who flogs his cock whenever the urge takes him. You need a tangible, physical, real reward. Wouldn't you agree?" she asked. She put down he pad, and tugged at her skirt, wriggling in her seat as she parted her heels apart from each other spreading her legs enough for him to clearly be able to see her translucent panties as she parted her thighs, her skirt wrenched up so far as to display the expanses of thigh between skirt and stocking tops. "Would you like to jerk off to me Mr Arbol? To take hold of your cock and masturbate in front of me... perhaps come in my direction? Perhaps see if you could stain my clothes, my face, my glasses, with your hot cum?" she asked, licking her lips. The bright red lipstick she was wearing shone brightly in the light.

"Or perhaps you think you deserve a more physical reward, a more worthy treatment? Perhaps my hands or..." she leaned forwards a little, "...my mouth?" she told him. She stared into his eyes. Get it as hard as you can, Mr Arbol. Stroke it. Then tell me what you would like me to do... and if I like it, then I will do it for you... but if you go too far, I'll have to reschedule our next appointment for Friday. That's two days from now... I'd hate to have to do that without giving you a treatment for your excellent progress so far." she smiled, almost innocently. She closed her knees, feeling her creaming pussy lips squeeze together in her panties. Her body writhed in her seat, as she struggled to get comfortable in her soaking underwear. She rested her hands on her knees as she looked at him. "Well Mr Arbol?" She knew she was playing with fire, but she wanted to see how far she could take things, how far she could coax him along this path to twisted damnation.

 

[Flyingtoaster1]

The creature that was now Gino Arbol, was only being held back by the few strings of his humanity that he had left. With every passing minutes that he stared at the good doctor, a string snapped like an elevator cable, the beast would not be held back for much longer if it wasn't going to be tamed and contained by the doctor. Afterall, the riles would only really matter to someone who cares about them in the first place. But so far, he is really not intrested. When the good doctor asked how he was doing, and how he felt about the procedure, his response was was to stare and say. "I really need to fuck.. no, I don't want to hold back anymore." His breathing heightened as another string snapped in his mind.. only 4 remaining.

When asked to take a seat. He backed away and took his seat in the familiar couch, only because the habit was so well ingrained into him at this point. But his pants were still well around his ankles while his cock was pointing at her like a cannon ready to fire. He watched as she adjusted and felt around her thighs and legs, a bite on his bottom lip was what she got in response, the taste of copper filled his mouth and Gino realized his mistake a bit too late and retracted his teeth from the pierced lip. Listening to her questions on aversion he responded to her question with. "By indulging my self in you doctor, whenever I want." He said as his statement was pretty on the nose in comparison to her option. But both pretty much said the sane thing. That he would no longer need to masturbate, as instead he could just have sex whenever he wanted.

He listened to her plan on how to reward him and further avert him from continuing his sick hobby and instead having him divulge himself into something... or someone that's going to be a better outcome for him. He could see the similarities between her and his plan. Quelling the beast just a bit as it seemed like it would finally get what it wanted. But as the good doctor kicked the table aside. Her only barrier left, and revealed her excitement to him, the beast withing cane roaring back and demanded he lunged forward and take her this instant! Gino's body actually jumped from his seat if just a few inches from his discovery. But was slowly returning back to his seat as yet 2 lines snapped in his head. Leaving only 2 left..

Gino stated at her creamy pussy, it wouldn't even be rape at this point, or atleast that's what his disturbed and twisted mind was coming to terms with, using whatever logic it could to reason that pouncing on her and defiling her right now would be perfectly fine. He listened on to her words as sge spoke of rewarding him for his ability to withhold himself from masturbating and that he craved something physical, he needed that right now! He wanted her right now! When she finally hiked up her shirt, showing off all that her lower half had to offer, he knew he wanted it all. He wanted ever little thing she was offering. With that, he stood up, his eyes locked onto her sopping wet cunt. He wanted to pound and expell all that stress and suffering he had gone through with holding back, right into that sexy baby maker of hers.

Listening to her offerings of sex, he felt only one last line, one last reason remaining that he shouldn't just take her now and use her until he felt satisfied, now and forever more. He kicked off his pants and underwear, abd tossed his shirt to the side, revealing all that his body had to offer. Nice defined pecs, strong yet fit arms, large callous hands, a handsome and cute face, slightly chisled abs, a monstrous and throbbing cock and balls, strong hips and legs, and a look in his eyes that screams how much ge wants to pound her... what a lucky woman to snag a man like him.

And now would be the time for his decision, the perverted and lustful beast withing his very mind only being held back by a single string that was about to snap. Gino made once more a sound decision of just what he wanted from the good doctor, and if she accepted, then that last wire would hold and he would have his way with her, letting him in a controlled fashion, be able to release all that stress he had pent up until he felt better to come back the next day for thier next releasing session. But if she'd refuse this request, than the line would snap and he would full on ravage her through the night and into the day, this he promised, and he would be back more than likely the next day, demanding from her to satisfy him again, otherwise he'd just pounce her once again and more than likely pound her again the wall or floor like some savage, the brutal cycle continuing on and on until the lustful nature within him has finally come to pass.

Gino's single request went as such. "You, I need all of you tonight. I'm going to use all of your holes as much as I need to. Your pussy, your ass, hands, thighs, mouth, feet, whatever. Tonight I'm going to release all this pent up stress all over and in you." The choice of wording was important and effective, he did not 'want' things from her. That was back when Gino was more in control, more sane. But now in his current state, he has a 'NEED' for her, a need that will be absolved in one way or another. The good doctor was playing with fire, and this was the last warning she would get, as the fire was crawling up her gloves and was ready to get all over her, and set the poor girl ablaze.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Doctor Naomi Watson noticed the shift in Mr Arbol, the way he altered his position as she moved the table aside with her heel, it sent a shiver through her of anticipation. She had at first thought that her obsession with him, her lust at the way his perfect body, handsome features and rampant libido impressed her, was wrong. She thought she was depraved, sinful, wicked, nothing but a professional whore who had fallen into counselling and analysis. She thought it was all on her, that he had come to her to genuinely get well, to be treated for his abhorrent condition, helped to move away from abusing himself like an animal, like an ungodly creature that needed to learn how to behave in normal society.

Now she was convinced otherwise. Whether he wanted to be cured or not, her manipulation of him wasn't unwanted, it wasn't undesired. From the look in those eyes and the tension in his body, the way he had obeyed her in order to be able to continue with his treatment, it meant that he was as into sex with her as she was with him. He wanted her, carved her, even if it was simply because he was the only real women he was seeing right now in between their sessions, it was irrelevant. It was clear that he wanted to fuck her, and that was ultimately what she had wanted as well. The realisation flooding her panties, staining the lace and forcing it to cling to the outline of her shaven pussy lips as she squirmed in her seat and contemplated how to proceed.

She knew that her cure was something they both wanted. Something they both craved. She just had to keep things professional.

Naomi stared, eyes wide behind her glasses, as he began to strip completely. "That's... That's not..." she was going to say 'not completely necessary, but the more he exposed of himself, the more he seemed to take on the look of a god materialising in front of her. She'd had to deal with so many clients, so many men who were physical monsters, unappealing, boring, unintelligent morons who flirted with her and tried to persuade her to do all sorts of things. She was used to turning them down with a practiced few comments and cutting remarks. She had nothing to say to deter Mr Arbol, because there was nothing about him which deterred her. Not even the thought that there was no love in this room, only raw animal lust. She was still enraptured by that body and his insatiable lust for fucking. Maybe he would be the one who could satisfy her? Eventually at least.

She listened to his demands with a mixture of surprise and a little bit if awe. "That's very interesting Mr Arbol. However we need to stay focused. You came to me for help... and these things must unfold gradually. Little by little, piece by piece." she told him. Her eyes drifted down to his throbbing manhood, jutting up in front of him like a steel bar, slick with his secretions. "I'm your Doctor and you are my client, we have to retain a professional outlook and approach, if you are to have any chance of recovering, of being cured of your insatiable lust and craven need to masturbate, wouldn't you agree?" she insisted. "I told you, if you go too far then this session will be ended and our next one will be two days from now... I know you don't want that." she told him in a insistent tone. "I know you want some release... and I will apply some, but this isn't some 'free for all', eat all you can buffet! We're still sane rational human beings, who have no wish to cross any sort of line. Wouldn't you agree? We need to retain our composure and follow the rules I have laid out for you... otherwise this could well be the last time we ever see one another." she finished.

Sliding forwards on her seat she shifted right to the edge of it barely keeping her ass cheeks on the leather. The motion shoved her skirt back, riding it high on her thighs until it barely covered her ass cheeks. Her legs were toned, her calves defined, the stocking tops clinging to her thighs were free of any suspenders, hold ups. Her arms reached out, one hand slowly wrapping her fingers around Gino's thick rampant cock, while the other brought a bunch of her fingers together at his balls, her nails digging lightly, but not painfully into his engorged sack. She licked her lips. "You may be in charge out there, Mr Arbol. But in my office... I'm in charge. In here I'm the one running the show. Outside, well, that's different... but in here..." she squeezed his balls, her nails almost cutting into the flesh. "...you pay attention to what comes out of my mouth..." she spat against his cock head, then began to stroke him up and down, maintaining her grasp on his balls. "...and what goes into it...."

She slid down onto her knees between his legs. One hand rapidly stroking from the base of his cock up to half way, while her other hand clung to his balls, her nails digging into them as a safety measure. Her tongue swirled around the crown of his cock head, then she slowly sucked his knob between her lips, sealing them vacuum tight around the head. Naomi then began enthusiastically suckling on it, bathing it with hot spit, warm breath and a lashing tongue that teased at the slit as she sucked on the tip of his raging erection. Her fingers grasped around it as far as they could, stroking up and down, squeezing against the thick veined abomination, while her mouth fucked the lonely head of his engorged penis.

Naomi let the head pop from her mouth, flicking at the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, then tracing it around the helm. Finally she stroked the tip through the slit, while continuing to jerk it up and down, her fist grasping tight at the half way mark, then easing off towards the base. She gasped in some air, suckled the helm again, then lapped at the shaft, stroking her spit from the base to the top and back down again, sucking on one of his balls a little, before taking a break. A break simply meant working is cock with her delicate but precise and firm grip. "I'm in charge here, Mr Arbol. But you are becoming quite time intensive with your treatments." she pondered her next course of action.

She jerked him more forcefully, lathering his cock with his pre cum and her spit, then she sucked at his knob again, but rose up on her knees and jammed his cock half way into her mouth, feeling it nudge at the back of her throat. It was too fat to penetrate far, leaving her gagging and choking until her spit drooled down his shaft and she pulled off gasping, ready to squeeze his balls if he tried to choke fuck her. "*Gasp!* But if I was... *Cough!* called on to pay a visit to your home, away from the professional environment you find yourself in right now, away from the office of a trained professional dedicated to helping you get well, in a safe and clinical environment? Well, things would be different, wouldn't they?" she began to jerk him

"When you are in someone's place of work, you follow their rules. When you are in someone's home, you follow their rules. Its simple etiquette and decency, if I was in your home, I would have to respect your wishes and follow your rules, now wouldn't I?... Mmmmppppphhh!" she sucked him down again, convulsing a little as she forced the head of his cock beyond the barrier to her gullet, partially choking on the fat head as it teased itself an inch into her throat, gagging and choking, then pulling off for air. Her hand worked him frenziedly now, mercilessly stroking his cock as she lapped, licked and sucked at his shaft, working her lips back to the head.

"Now... describe where you live, tell me where you imagine our next little session to take place in your home... and then, Mt Arbol, as you imagine how that session would unfold..." she looked up at him, "...I want you to come in my mouth, but then you are done. Anything else and I'll tear your balls off." she hissed in a matter of fact tone. She then rammed his cock back into her mouth, choking and sucking on it until it was halfway down her throat, bulging out her neck, spittle washing down his rod to the balls as she forced herself to take as much as she could. She made sure he always felt those nails on him, digging in hard, as she began to gasp and shudder from the feel of his steel hard flesh almost gagging her. Her snorts and coughs vibrated about his rod, as she feverishly tried to get him to come straight down her gullet into her belly. Here, she was in command, she had to be... but elsewhere? She was both scared and exhilarated, at the thought of being somewhere away from her office that was out of her control, beyond the familiar surroundings of her comfort zone...