Please note: If you do not like or are offended by interracial sex then please DO NOT read this story.
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You don't know me.
My name is Michael Freeman. Not a real name, I made it up for this story.
My friends call me Mike. Really.
My patients call me Dr. Mike, Dr. M or just Doc. Really.
I'm a mental health worker. I like to say that because some people get intimidated with the title psychiatrist. I work with a group of doctors, occupying rather plush offices in a downtown setting.
One day a rather confused man came into our office and spoke to our receptionist, Wendy. Since I was the only doctor in the office that day, I agreed that I would see him after I was finished with my current patient.
I buzzed Wendy when my patient's visit was completed and she promptly asked how she could help.
Wendy came into my office and stood before my desk and said, "That man is either a pathological liar or the most tortured man I ever met."
I asked her to explain but she couldn't.
"I can't put it into word. When I said that you would see him, he just turned and sat down, as if in a trance. He never even looked at me."
You have to see Wendy to understand that last statement. Wendy is a tall, I'd say about 5 foot 8 inches, knockout redhead that no man would waste an opportunity to ogle.
Her attire, while professional, is always at the edge of being seductive. I like it because I'm a normal, unmarried male, who enjoys the glimpses of cleavage and leg, and most of my patients are males. Wendy has a way of putting them at ease. Plus, I will never tire of seeing a sexy white woman. Yes, I'm black, which makes this story even stranger because of what happened to my soon to be patient.
Wendy turned and paged Dave to come into my office.
I introduced myself, shook his hand and asked him to sit.
He was very timid and did not even look me in the eye. He muttered a weak, "Yes sir," and sat down.
Once he began relating his last year, I buzzed Wendy and asked her to reschedule my next few appointments.
Over the next few hours, he told me the most intriguing story that I ever heard. I won't repeat what he said, since he documented it in previous chapters at this site.
I will tell you that I thoroughly investigated what had happened to Dave. I had countless sessions with him and his case intrigued me so much that I continued to see him, even when he told me that he no longer had any funds to pay me.
I interviewed Amy, his wife. Dave sure knew how to pick a woman. Amy was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and knew what she wanted. I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.
I also interviewed his daughter, Sue. She inherited her mother's beauty, brains and self assurance. Again, I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.
I met with Bob, Sue's then boyfriend, now husband. I met with Brad and others and finally seem to have a handle on what happened and how to provide a service for my patient, Dave.
I will try to relate what happened. I can't know exactly what occurred but will try to use my imagination to fill in the fuzzy spots. Dave has read this and has agreed to publish it.
Well, here goes. If you haven't read the previous chapter's, you might not quite understand, but you still might find it interesting.
Saturday morning.
Dave had set his alarm clock to wake him at 7 AM. He quickly showered, dressed and went to the store. Today was the day, the party as Brad had referred to it. But it wasn't a party, really. It was a day that Dave would offer his wife to another man. At the time, this seemed okay to Dave because he later found out that he was under the control of a master hypnotist. A black man, named Brad, who desired his wife, his daughter and wanted to make them his own. Dave obeyed Brad's demands but there was always this nagging suspicion, this feeling of dread but Dave wanted to please Brad, wanted to please his wife, who he still loved, wanted to please Amy, his precious daughter. Dave wanted to please everyone, even those who wanted to exploit him.
Brad already had numerous encounters with Amy and Sue but had not yet consummated their relationship.
Brad wanted to make a big production out of the ceremony, as he called it.
Dave went to the store and purchased refreshments for the guests. Yes, there would be spectators. In the previous days, Dave had made at least four sets of keys to the door of his house and had given them to Brad. Dave didn't know how many were showing up and guessed at what to buy.
He brought home the groceries and struggled to carry them into the house. Amy was up, looking all fresh and clean as she stood in the kitchen under her long robe. Sue was still sleeping.
"Did you get enough?" asked Amy as she inspected the bags.
Dave didn't answer but his wife said "I invited Jerome, Malcolm, Leroy and Jose. I'm not sure if Sue sent out invitations."
"Who are they?" asked a stunned husband.
"Students in my senior class. Brad met them one day and said that I should invite them. They might like seeing their teacher in a different light."
His wife opened her robe and held it opened for her husband and asked, "Well, do you think they'll like me?"
Dave just nodded as he gazed at his sensual, naked wife.
"Go in and ask Sue if she invited anyone."
Dave went to his daughter's bedroom and stood before her closed door and knocked.
"Who is it?"
"It's daddy."
"Come on in, daddy." giggled his daughter.
He opened the door and saw his daughter, lying on her bed with the sheets pulled down and her nightgown pulled up around her waist as she fingered herself. She made no effort to cover herself or stop but said, "Excited, daddy? Today's the day. You must be so proud of mommy."
Dave just nodded and his eyes stared between his daughter's, long, taut legs and watched her fingers push into her pussy.
"Mom wants to know if you invited anyone."
