"I've got a new kind of therapy that I'd like to try with you Andy," said Jenny. Jenny Addison is the therapist I've been seeing for the last six months for my addiction. Not drugs, alcohol or even food. It was sex. Porn and masturbation, specifically. It had become quite an obsession with me. It had been for many years. I finally decided to get help.
I found her completely at random through an on-line search. I did a Google search of porn addiction counseling in my town and she was one of the first names. Her picture was there too. Beautiful young woman. Mid 30's, long brown hair, blue eyes, very pretty face. She also had an incredible body. Perfect in every way. Great curves. Breasts were not small, but not big either. Nice round ass, and as far as I could tell, trim, shapely legs. She wore loose fitting clothes and didn't dress sexy in any way. Business casual, I suppose, so it wasn't obvious. I could still imagine it though. But I wasn't there for that kind of thing. I was there to get help. I was a little uncomfortable at first. I thought with my issues, I would have difficulty telling her all of my secrets. But it was easy. She was very understanding and completely non-judgmental. She has helped me a great deal.
"I've been attending some workshops over the last few weeks and learning about a revolutionary, yet unusual technique for clients with your issues," she said. It's a bit unorthodox, but clinical trials have shown it to be quite effective."
"Well don't keep me in suspense, what is it?"
"Hold on, I'm going to tell you. But it also involves some physical contact. Are you OK with that?"
"Um, sure, that's fine." I assumed it was some kind of touch therapy like holding my hands during my session or laying on of hands on my head.
"Great! Let's get started then. I'm sure this will do you a world of good, and I guarantee you'll enjoy it."
I didn't know what to make of this, but so far, she hasn't steered me wrong. I watched her stand up and walk over and stand in front of me. She reached up to her blouse and began to unbutton it.
"What are you doing?" I exclaimed.
"It helps if you just let the therapy proceed without questioning anything," she said with a smile. "I went through extensive training and got the special license from the state that permits me to do this. Now relax, and follow my directions."
As I processed this, she continued to unbutton her blouse and took it off. She was wearing a black bra. Her stomach was flat and muscular, but still very feminine. She reached around, undid the clasps in the back, and took off her bra. "Wow, they're beautiful," I said. That was an understatement. They were gorgeous! Round, and firm, but still very soft looking. Her nipples and aureoles were a light tan and protruding slightly.
"Shh, just follow along," she said softly.
The white noise machine she used during the sessions was making its whooshing sounds. She slipped off her shoes and began to pull down her loose fitting leggings. She stood in front of me wearing nothing but black panties. Those came off last. Her legs we perfect. Smooth, toned, and long. Athletic looking, but not too muscular. Between her soft thighs was a pussy covered in chestnut brown hair. It was full, but not thick. She had it trimmed to the bikini line.
"Give me your hand," she said. She took my right hand and placed it gently upon her right breast.
"Oh, they're cold!" she exclaimed. Not to worry, your whole body will be warming up soon enough. Now slowly move you hand down my body and stop just above my feet. But don't look away from my face."
She was right. I was getting warm. I could feel my cheeks flush. Mostly from arousal, but partly from astonishment. "Is this really happening?" I thought.
I moved my hand to her left breast. It was firm and soft at the same time. I moved my hand down her taut stomach and down to her pussy. The hair was so soft.
"Don't go between my legs just yet," she said. "Just feel the texture of the hair."
I did exactly as she said while continuing to look into her bright blue eyes. She had a slight smile and her lips were parted. My cock was pushing against my pants. I reached around and cupped her ass. It, like the rest of her, was smooth and firm. Perfectly rounded. I could envision it with my hands alone. I moved my hand back around to her pussy, stroked it one last time and continued down her legs. As nice as they looked, they felt even better. Not a single stray hair or hint of stubble. She put her right leg on the arm of my chair so I wouldn't have to lean over to caress her equally smooth calf and could keep my gaze fixed upon her face.
Finally, my journey was over. I reached her ankle. She took my hand, put her leg back down, leaned forward, caressed my cheek and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue. In and out it darted, just barely touching my tongue with each gentle thrust. It lasted for about ten or fifteen seconds. It could have gone on for the next hour and I wouldn't have cared.
"Come this way," she said. She took my hand, turned around, and led me to her chair. Did I say her ass was stunning? Well it was. Just as I had imagined it when I had it in my hand. She grabbed a cushion and put it on the floor in front of her chair. She sat down while I continued to stand in front of her. By now, my cock was tenting the front of my pants.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of that soon enough," she said as she looked at my crotch and smiled. Once again, my face flushed. I knew she saw it by then.
"Thank you," I said sheepishly. " I was hoping we would".
"What an idiot!" I thought to myself.
My embarrassment didn't last long. She put one leg on each arm of her chair and sat there spread open in front of me.
"Now kneel on the pillow" I had some idea of what was next and did what I was told.
"Describe what you see," she said.
"I see the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." And I wasn't exaggerating. The supple brown hair and pink lips. She was also slightly moist.
"Now lean forward until your mouth just touches the hair on my pussy"
As I did that, she reached down with both hands and gently spread her lips. She was already wet inside. The hole was slightly open. The scent of it was so sexy. Lightly perfumed along with her own natural scent. I couldn't wait to hear what next she wanted me to do, though I had a pretty good idea.
"Now start by licking my clit," she whispered. Gently."
I stuck out my tongue and did what I was told. She tasted as wonderful as she looked. Slightly salty, but otherwise, not much else. As I gently licked, I felt her clitoris get harder and larger. It was protruding from underneath its hood. Without being told, I put my whole mouth over it and began to gently suck on it. I felt her body shudder as I did this.
"Ohhh, that's nice," she said softly with a slight moan. "Keep doing that and lick it also until I tell you what to do next."
As I continued to lick and suck, she pulled my face closer into her crotch. She began to move her hips in rhythm with my tongue. My face was buried in the soft fur of her pussy. I could feel her smooth thighs against my cheek. Her scent was getting stronger. "Now suck on the lips. Suck them and then back up to my clit."
Her hips moved even more. Her pussy was pressed right up against my nose. Her juices were flowing. I knew she was getting close.
"Now stick your tongue into my hole, as deep as you can and lick me inside."
As per her instructions, I did just that. As I moved away from her now fully engorged clit, she released her lips and began to rub it with her right index finger. I could see her dark, blue nail polish shine even more from her soaked pussy. Her juices were flowing along my tongue and down my chin. Her hips moved even faster. Her breathing became more rapid. Her moans were getting louder. Good thing for the white noise machine. Then it happened. She began to come. The walls of her pussy started pulsating and squeezing tightly around my tongue. Her pussy juice actually squirted into my face.
