Jenna presents a different story
Jenna's a well-known and acclaimed foreign correspondent. The Practice's serene ambience is far removed from the pressures of international media and the often-distressing content of her reporting. Doctor Love's therapy is her salvation, restoring peace and tranquillity in her life and fulfilling a discreet and intimate need. But is there something more to it?
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Enjoying the ambience of the Sitting Room and the wine, my mind began to wander from the dramas of work to the session with Doctor Love. I smiled to myself recalling when we first met, sitting in his suite like a horny teenager drinking in his warm sensual eyes and charming smile. Attending the Practice for sexual therapy has to be the wildest thing I've ever done. Even a media personality needs a little fun and I know my naughty secret won't go any further.
It was cold and miserable outside and I started to warm up in front of the fire. I glanced around the Sitting Room admiring the elegant furnishings and fine period furniture. The Practice is a double-story terrace house beautifully renovated as an exclusive medical centre for women. Being in a prestigious residential area made attending all the more discreet. My career just couldn't afford a scandal or even the complication of a partner. Our patient doctor relationship was purely for pleasure, filling that intimate need perfectly.
'I thought you may like some cheese and fruit with your drink Jenna,' Maddisyn smiled placing a silver tray on the coffee table.
Maddisyn manages the Practice and looks after the Guests. 'Thank you. You think of everything,' returning her infectious smile.
I soon realised how lovely Maddisyn was when she provided a tour of the Practice before registering as a Guest. I've got to know her well over the last 6 months. She's pretty with an attractive body and in her mid-twenties. Maddisyn spoke in a soft and gentle tone with an almost angelic nature, adding to the tranquil ambience of the Practice. It's that sort of place.
I always schedule a session with Doctor Love when I'm back home from an assignment. My work as a foreign correspondent is exciting, taking me to wonderful locations and meeting some interesting people. You get use to the stress of international media and the frequently distressing stories. I always look forward to visiting the Practice. It helps me cope and Doctor Love is just gorgeous. Not many women could say that about their doctor!
Doctor Love must be late 50s but still a striking man, a handsome silver fox if I was a younger woman. He's a wonderful therapist and it's enjoyable when he gazes at you and flashes that lovely smile. Doctor Love is just so charming and I love his immaculate grooming and gentlemanly manner. An attractive muscular build that a younger man would be proud of makes him just perfect.
I finished my drink and Maddisyn came over to take the tray. 'Would you like anything before you see Doctor Love?' Interrupting my dreamy thoughts.
'That was lovely. I'll just use the Guest Lounge and then go through to his suite,' I smiled, feeling the stirring of arousal.
I watched as Maddisyn returned to the kitchenette behind her desk at the other end of the Sitting Room. I admired the swing of her hips and how her mid-thigh skirt swung to the rhythm of her steps. Her high-heels added to her sexy walk, drawing my attention to her long sensual legs and tight little backside. My pussy throbbed at some of the images that entertained my mind on those long lonely nights when away.
I wondered if there was something going on between Doctor Love and Maddisyn. It may be my investigative mind or just a fertile imagination. Were they just work colleagues or lovers? I wouldn't be surprised. What young woman wouldn't want their silver fox to be a sex therapist? The thought of them being intimate was adding to the wetness.
I had a final gaze around the beautiful room before going to the Lounge. I sighed, basking in the surreal feeling of being at the Practice after a particularly dramatic trip. It seems so far removed for the dramas in the world with natural disasters, civil unrest, terrorism and conflicts that are constants in my busy life. Last month I reported on young female tourists who were kidnapped and used as sex slaves. Another story was on the luxurious lifestyle of wealthy drug cartels. I was wonderful being at the Practice again.
The Lounge is off the Sitting Room and I felt a little thrill of excitement as I went to prepare for Doctor Love. Even the pressures of work were fading with the flow of arousal. A dressing table with a large mirror has a selection of perfumes and cosmetics. I smiled to myself knowing why most Guests probably liked looking their best as I tidied up my makeup and dark shoulder length curls.
I was pleased with my figure as I checked out my outfit in the mirror, even if I was the wrong side of forty. With a firm and full breast and a cleavage that melted away into a low-cut button-down dress, a petite waist and legs that looked great in high-heels, I still considered myself a beautiful woman. It helps in my work if you're attractive in front of the camera.
I used the door to the passageway that conveniently and discreetly led to Doctor Love's suite but I'd be surprised if Maddisyn didn't know what was going on. I made my way along the passageway with its polished Baltic Pine flooring towards the back of the building. I felt my nipple tighten and my pussy moistened with the memories of our last sexual therapy session. Finding the door open, I entered and shut it behind me.
Doctor Love got up from his desk to greet me. 'Hello Jenna. What a lovely dress and it looks absolutely gorgeous on you. Please take a seat.'
I never tire of his flattery and I knew he'd like my outfit. 'Thank you,' a generous smile filling my face at the other reason I chose the dress.
You wouldn't recognised Doctor Love's suite as a consulting room with its high ornate ceilings, decorative cornices and a lovely chandelier suspended from a ceiling rosette. An impressive white marble fireplace dominates the room and a fire was burning brightly, consuming a freshly placed log. A bedroom and its ensuite are off the suite and so convenient for sexual therapy. But something different I'd planned had me excited.
'What a lovely fire,' I sighed, making my way to one of the luxurious couches nestled in front of the fireplace.
There was a silver tray on the large matching covered footstool between the couches with two glass of wine and an opened bottle. Maddisyn had also added two delightfully looking hand-made chocolates.
Doctor Love sat opposite and I seductively crossed my legs, the dress parting and riding up my leg to display my smooth and toned thigh. My skin prickled as his sensual warm gazed started blatantly wandering, taking in more than the lovely dress. I patiently waited, listening to my pounding heart and enjoying the moist wet heat forming in my panties as his eyes roamed. It was just as arousing as any caress.
His eyes finally lifted to mine and I melted as a gorgeous smile slowly formed. 'I thought you'd enjoy another wine in front of the fire.'
I smiled back in appreciation. 'You must know all my vices by now,' my voice turning a couple of shades sensual.
I could tell by his knowing smile that the innuendo wasn't wasted. 'How was your trip?' He asked leaning forward to pick up a glass and offering it to me.
I felt compelled to answer, if only to be polite. 'The area we covered had been in drought for years and now devastated with flooding. The situation is horrendous and the people desperate for help.'
Doctor Love's eyes narrowed. 'I saw your report on the television, a terrible situation. The graft and corruption by authorities was even more appalling,' he replied.
My mouth dry, I nervously licked my lips and took a sip of wine. 'Yes, but let's not talk about it. I've something more interesting to share,' I smiled, gazing at Doctor Love from over the rim of my glass.
Doctor Love settled back on the couch and the soft lines of his face displayed his interest. 'Another one of your favourite stories?' His velvet inquiring tone a definite invitation to continue.
My heart was racing and a warm wetness between my legs at the thought of exciting Doctor Love. 'A pretty young woman couldn't pay her rent and went to her landlord's apartment,' I commenced with a wicked smile.
It was porn that entertained my mind and body during this long and lonely nights away. I discussed my fetish with Doctor Love during some of my earlier sessions and discovered describing my favourite video was such a turn on. It's debatable who enjoyed them more. One thing led to another and I've been enjoying our sexual therapy ever since.
'Could you describe her?' He inquired with more than a hint of eagerness in his voice.
'Latin American I think, given her voice and skin complexion. She'd be mid-twenties with an attractive slender body. Her dress was like mine, button down and displaying her large breasts,' my hand mindlessly lifting to played with the top button of my dress.
Doctor Love drew a long slow breath of arousal. 'And the landlord?' He simply prompted.
I paused, giving a huff of disapproval. 'American, white and quite a bit older. Maybe . . . late 40s. A bit of a jerk and certainly hadn't looked after himself. Nothing like you Doctor Love,' I added, smiling teasingly.
Doctor Love's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. 'Please continue.'
I placed my glass on the silver tray. The curly-haired brunette didn't have any money and the landlord wasn't interested in hearing her excuses and hard-luck stories. It was obvious he wanted to take advantage of her situation.
My teasing fingers release the top button as I held Doctor Love's gaze. 'She was desperate and reluctantly agreed to let him fuck her for the rent,' the crudeness sending a hit of adrenaline through me.
A trembling desire consumed my body as I undid another button, exposing my heaving breasts in a low-cut white lacey bra. 'He got what he wanted. People like that always do,' I frowned a little circumspectly.
I loosened another two buttons and moistened my lips before continuing. The landlord made her drop to her knees in front of him and the fat slob started to unbuckled his belt and unclip his trousers. The poor girl caressed his cock while nervously looking up at him. Finally unzipping his fly, she drew a deep breath before pulling them down to his ankles.
My nipples hardened and my pussy moistened in anticipation as I released the last button. 'His cock was straining against the fabric of his underpants, the brut wanted to fuck her so bad,' I described, an anxious expression on my face.
'I can imagine,' Doctor Love softly laughed, almost to himself.
