This is a fictional story worth reading from the start. There is bound to be sensitive materials like anal, and we might as well include bondage and reluctant sex, but there is no cat juggling or yodelling.
Again I proclaim my respect for the Militaria and especially for their physical therapists which no doubt bear no resemblance to my hero. Too bad.
Diary of a Military Therapist Ch2
In my first year as a Sexual Therapist and Surrogate, Sunday was just like a Wednesday, with fewer people on the roads.
I was heading for an introductory meeting with a new client. I told him, around 10, but it was getting closer to 10:30 before I buzzed his apartment.
"Hello, how can I help you," the warm female voice came over the entryway speaker.
I don't find a woman at home very often, and when I do, it's usually not a surprise, as I often help married couples to do their own therapy, but there is seldom anyone there when the soldier is listed as single, in his up to date medical file.
Cpl. Keenan Gordon is listed as being 5ft. 11inches 200 pounds, single and LB. They finally removed the 'race' category, having decided that it has no significance, but the orientation designation was a new one, and it could have a simple C which always means sexually concervative, or an H for heterosexual. My preference was LB, a rare designation which opens up my bag of tricks for the Liberal Bisexual.
I recognized the Corporal from his file picture, as he came out to the hallway to make my finding the right door much easier.
"Hi, you must be Captain Gabor, please come in," Keenan welcomed me with his smile too.
I was looking around for the female, when a woman came from another room with a towel around her torso, hiding what I could tell was a gorgeous body.
"Oh, this is my friend Kara. She was hoping that you could include her in the therapy." The Corporal wanted me to break protocol and I didn't even know him yet!
"Is she your girlfriend Mr. Gordon?" I asked. "I don't see anything on the file." I pointed to the blank section next to relationship status.
"No, nothing like that," Keenan replied, but left it at that.
"Am I wasting my time here soldier, or are you going to fill me in as to your relationship with this beautiful woman," I sternly replied.
The women only heard my praise, and not the steel of my criticism.
"Yes, No, I mean, she is a new girlfriend, but don't you think she's a keeper?" the Corporal pleaded, and the girl smiled even fuller showing her perfect teeth.
"Well, for one thing she will need a 'clean and safe' designation for her to engage with the same cock that I'm working on," I crudely explained about the std protocols.
"Oh I have one of those," the cute girl announced, and she headed for the small purse that was on the end table.
That told me that she was a professional, as in Hooker.
"Okay, first of all, this is only a first meeting, which is my introduction to a new client, and usually we strip and you get to know me, while I get an informal, hands-on confirmation of the medical diagnosis." I instructed my patient.
The bimbo immediately dropped her towel, revealing her $10,000 tits and her well trimmed pussy.
"Sorry, I jumped ahead to step 2!" she laughed, and I watched her tits until they stopped bouncing.
"Who are you?" I finally asked, since no one had bothered with the introductions.
"I'm Candy!" she squealed and bounced some more.
"Well Candy, I'm sure that you are very good at your job, and hopefully well paid, but you don't get to interfere with the therapy, or touch either of us as it progresses. If you can not accept those terms you will have to leave."
Candy seemed confused with the lengthy sentence, but the smile never wavered.
"My father wanted to pay for me to get extra help," Keenan finally explained. "If she just watches and sits like a good girl, are we okay?"
Candy nodded and appeared to understand the concept.
"I will have to leave her out of your report, soldier, but the truth is that your father has the right idea. The more you try, the faster your recovery will be."
The Cpl. had his bell rung from a glancing piece of shrapnel, with the one side effect of being effectively impotent. His was not a nerve problem, but a mental one, so his sexual future was very much a question mark, but I figured he could use all of the help that he could get.
"Well, tell me how sexually active you were prior to the incident, Keenan," I started my interrogation. "Oh, ... and please call me Cindy or Sin."
"Including masturbation, ma'am?" an embarrassed Corporal asked.
"Absolutely! Everyone does it Keenan, so don't be embarrassed. I masturbate at least 5 times per week, and that is in addition to the orgasms that I have on the job," I replied honestly.
"Okay, I have sex with a girlfriend 10 or 12 times a week, when I have one, plus at least one hooker per week, and I masturbate to porn another two or three times a day." He was a fairly busy boy.
"And how is the girlfriend part doing, Keenan," I asked.
"She was long gone by the time I got out of the German Hospital," he admitted.
After a few more rudimentary questions, to complete my field report, it was time for the unveiling.
"I want you to undress now Keenan," I instructed my client.
"Oh goody!" Candy clapped her hands like it was Christmas and she was 8.
Corporal Keenan removed his shirt and slacks without showing any signs of injury, then he quickly pushed his military boxers to the floor and stood there with his pole down, but not completely out.
"Candy, could you stand behind Keenan and hug him to your breasts, maybe lightly kiss his neck," I prompted our local floozy.
Keenan smiled, and his cock seemed to plump up just a tad.
"Close your eyes Keenan and feel those nipples on your back," I ordered.
"Oh baby, they are so stiff for you!" Candy bubbled over with her sexual prowess.
"Do you charge by the hour Candy?" I asked my new assistant.
