Malcolm is in the bedroom with his girlfriend. He's lying in the bed with her watching her sleep. His cock is hard as a rock. The scent of her pussy rests on his lips. He's sexually frustrated! He doesn't want to stroke his cock. Why should he? His girlfriend is lying next to him, but she's knock out. This is not the first time this happened to him. As a matter of fact, this has been happening for a couple of months. He would eat her pussy like it was his last meal, she cums squirting in his face and then she turns over and falls asleep. He doesn't understand what happen to his girlfriend. What happen to their sex life? He always pleasing her, but when it's his turn nothing.
Maybe it's because they been together for seven years, he thinks. That can't be true because his parents have been together for over fifty years and they're sex life is like a newlywed. Okay, him thinking about his parents having sex soften his cock. He gets out the bed angrily and walks to the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror.
"What's wrong with me? Why doesn't she want me like she used to? Is it my body?" he questions himself.
He takes a couple of steps back and stares at his physique. He works out four times a week for two hours. That can't be it unless unfit men is what she wants.
"Maybe, it's your cock?" he questions that.
He looks down at it. Even with it being semi hard, he's big. He has a long and thick cock.
"There's a chance you could be hurting her with that big cock," he says then starts chuckling.
"She wouldn't stay with me this long if that's the case."
He shakes his head feeling like an idiot for talking to himself. He leaves the bathroom and gets back in bed. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and starts searching for a therapist. He doesn't want to cheat on her, but he's fucking horny! His friend is the one that suggests he finds a therapist since he's too weak to cheat on his girl. As he searches a list of doctors, one name hits him. He sits up.
"Dr. Bliss huh? I like the name," he whispers as he read the reviews.
Majority of the reviews give the doctor high praises. He makes an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Then he sends his girl a text stating this. He places his phone back on the nightstand and lies down. He hopes the doctor can help him. Having blue balls isn't fun.
The morning of the appointment, Malcolm is awoken by a punch in the arm. He sits up and rubs his arm.
"What the hell was that for?" he asks.
She waves her phone in his face with the text he sent her.
"Why are we going to a therapist Malcolm? There's nothing wrong with our relationship," she says sounding aggravated.
"There's a lot wrong with our relationship. We don't have sex. We haven't in months," he says.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Our sex life is great," she sits next to him and tries to cuddle, but he moves away.
"If you're talking about me eating your pussy making you feel good and then you fall asleep leaving me horny, that's not a great sex life."
She rolls her eyes.
"Fine then! We'll go see the therapist," she says as she heads to the bathroom.
The door slams and he hears the lock. He sighs.
"Well so much for trying to have sex in the shower," he says.
He climbs back in his bed, grabs his phone, goes online to watch videos and jerks his cock.
Malcolm and Shanice are sitting in a quiet room with the receptionist waiting for the therapist.
"I just don't understand why we need a sex therapist," Shanice whispers.
Malcolm rolls his eyes.
"Because I'm tiring of constantly being horny while you sleeping sexually satisfied," he whispers.
She folds her arms and begins to pout. The phone on the receptionist's desk rings. She answers it. With a few nods, she hangs up.
"Dr. Bliss will see you now," the receptionist announces.
Malcolm and Shanice gets up and go through the door to the office. The office has a calming vibe. The lights are dim in the colors of soft white and blue along with aromatherapy candles. There are two sofas against the walls of the office. A large oak desk in the corner by large windows. Malcolm feel calm and relax. Shanice on the other hand, isn't. She doesn't like this at all.
"What kind of therapy is this? Looks like a massage room with the happy ending treatment," she complains.
"There's nothing wrong with having a happy ending," a woman's voice says.
They turn around and see a thick woman standing behind them. Shanice immediately grabs Malcolm's hand into hers.
"Good afternoon, I'm Dr. Bliss. You must be Malcolm and Shanice," she says soothingly.
Oh my God, Malcolm thinks as his cock grows in his pants. He wants her badly. Don't get him wrong, he seen plenty of women he wanted, but the doctor is incredibly sexy. Her aura exudes of sexiness. Her beautiful dark brown skin and full kissable lips with seductive cat like eyes. Damn, she smells wonderful too. And lest not forget her curvy body. Her wide hips, small waist, thick legs and huge breasts would make a man fall to his knees and just suck on her pussy for hours. For a second, he forgets why he's there until his girl pinches him. He snatches his hand away from her.
"Uhh, yes good afternoon doctor. I really like what you did with your office," he says.
His face blushes with embarrassment. She smiles. Shanice is getting jealous.
"Please choose a sofa and we can begin," the doctor says calmly.
Malcolm's mind begins to wonder. Is she a screamer? He would make her scream at the top of her lungs if he has a chance. His thoughts are interrupted by his arm is being forcibly tug as Shanice pulls him to a sofa. Once they were comfortable, the doctor went to grab her chair behind the desk. Malcolm watches her every move. Her wide hips sway and the jiggle in her ass causes his cock to jump. He has to readjust his pants so Shanice wouldn't see it. Shanice stares at him with annoyance.
"What?" he questions.
"You better watch yourself," she says as she rolls her eyes and folds her arms.
Dr. Bliss rolls her chair over to them and sits down crossing her thick legs. Her skirt becomes tighter from this movement. She places her notepad on her lap and hold the pen in her hand as she's ready to begin. For an hour and a half, the doctor tries different ways to help Shanice and Malcolm get the sex life back on track. However, Shanice isn't cooperating. She thinks nothing is wrong with their relationship. Every time she doesn't cooperate, Malcolm becomes angrier. He feels bad for Dr. Bliss. This beautiful doctor is going out of her way to help and his girlfriend doesn't care. He realizes now that he doesn't want her anymore. Dr. Bliss is the woman he needs in his life. He prays she wants the same.
Dr. Bliss becomes frustrated with Shanice. This is a rare case for the doctor because of the atmosphere she created. No matter what the doctor suggests, whether it's holding him at night and talk, to extending foreplay, Shanice doesn't want to try them. She feels bad for Malcolm. This handsome man is willing to work on his relationship, but his girl doesn't. He could had cheated on her, but he doesn't. Damn, she wishes she had a man like him. She wants him badly. Sometimes she had to catch herself from staring at him. She wants to do all the things she suggests to Shanice to do to him. There have been a few times she caught him staring at her. There's so much desire coming from both of them, her pussy throbs.
"You know what Dr. Bliss; we don't need to see you anymore. I know what I need to do for my man. Thank you for your so-call help," Shanice says as she grabs Malcolm's hand.
He's hesitant as he doesn't want to leave, but Shanice pulls him tighter as they leave the doctor's office. Dr. Bliss stands there wondering if it's the last time she'll see him again.
