"So, tell me more about these feelings of guilt you've been having," Dr. Watkins said as he crossed his legs and looked at his client, ready to take notes.
"Oh...I don't know if I can, doctor," Beth, his client said as she sat across from him in a similar leather wing chair. "The things that have been created these are very...well, personal and kind of awkward for me to talk about."
The pair sat in the doctor's counseling office with the slanted beams of the setting sun casting long shadows on the wall. On this late autumn day with the heat already turned up slightly the sun light made the room feel hot and stuffy to Dr. Watkins, and he suddenly wished he hadn't worn cords and a sweater vest to work.
"Beth," he said gently, using his best therapist voice, one that was deep, soft, yet controlling and commanding at the same time, "that is why you are here. You're here to talk about issues that are uncomfortable and awkward. If you could handle them yourself you'd be home right now rather than talking to a therapist."
There was a long silence during which time Beth seemed to be struggling with an answer and Dr. Watkins felt sweatier and stuffier, so he urged her on a bit by saying, "Beth, tell me about your guilt."
Beth choked on her words a little, but then finally said, "It's about sex, doctor. It's about the sex my husband and I are having."
She blushed and looked away from the doctor, but he noted that as she did she placed the tip of her finger in her mouth and sucked a bit. This would normally indicate some level of anxiety, but under these particular circumstances it more likely indicated a decadent recollection of events that, even as they caused guilt feelings, they also aroused her tremendously such that she unconsciously reenacted some of the behavior.
Dr. Watkins dutifully noted this non-verbal, but at the same time felt a rush of excitement and a tingle wash across his cock at the thought of this lovely, young, blond-haired treat having dirty sex to the point it created dysfunctional guilt feelings for her. Perhaps it was the lateness of the day, perhaps it was the fact that it was already hot and stuffy in the room, perhaps it was that Dr. Watkins' skin was already flushed and a little sweaty, but he soon realized he was getting aroused before she even began her story.
"Can you, uh..." thoughts of her sexual escapades raced through his head, making him stumble uncharacteristically on his words, "can you tell me more about this?"
Beth looked back at him, still flushed and ashamed looking. "My husband and I get into some very kinky, very naughty sex. We like to share and...stuff."
Images of Beth naked and sweaty, covered in the cum of many men, fucked hard in every hole suddenly ran through Dr. Watkins' usually so professional mind and he felt his cock stiffen fully. He shifted slightly to try and hide his now fully erect cock from Beth, hoping the folds of brown corduroy would conceal it.
"I don't know what 'stuff' means. Tell me."
Beth closed her eyes and swallowed before speaking -- and the good doctor could suddenly see her with a black leather choker collar on her neck, chain running from the collar to a wall, swallowing yet another load of cum, her eyes closed in sweet bliss.
She sucked the tip of her finger gently, sweetly, and again the doctor knew what she was thinking. "OK, let me tell you first of all that my husband is quite a bit older than I am. I was in college at the time and he was a psych professor, but we actually met because I was a waitress at a restaurant he went to all the time. We struck up conversations, and then started dating, and so on."
"OK," Dr. Watkins said, images of this sweet young woman fucking a distinguished looking older man in the restaurant after closing hours flashing through his mind. "But we were talking about your sexual activities."
"I know, and the reason I tell you that is to let you know that when I we first got together I was still a virgin and very, very innocent. I barely knew how to give a blow job, for crying out loud."
Her sudden forceful admission and use of plain speech made the doctor's cock twitch and swell, and he shifted again, his balls now starting to grow uncomfortable with the desire to cum inside Beth.
"My husband was older and much more experienced than I and decided that I needed to expand my horizons sexually. So he decided he needed to 'school' me on all the delights of sex and started to involve me in more and more outrageous sexual behavior."
Beth stopped again, looking away from the doctor. When she did he took the opportunity to look her body over quickly, longing suddenly for the large breasts straining against the knitting of her sweater. As she glanced away Beth sucked the tip of her finger; Dr. Watkins knew she was fondly recalling the sex she'd been having with her husband and sucked her finger as a phallic replacement symbol. This made him only more aroused, and he couldn't help but gently touch his steely-hard cock as a result. He placed the note pad in such a way that he hoped it would obstruct Beth's view and used one finger to teasingly massage his thickly engorged cock head.
"So," Beth said, turning back now to Dr. Watkins. "The first thing he did was to have me perfect every pleasure with him I could. He taught me how to give the perfect blow job, how to swallow his massive amounts of cum, how to take it up the ass. Then he'd fuck me in one hole while I had a toy stuffed deep in the other."
Beth's sudden use of raunchy language and explicit descriptions of her sexual experiences made the doctor's cock reach an almost painful level of hardness, and he began to stroke his cock more assertively. As he did he noticed that Beth's nipples were pushing out through the thin sweater she wore so clearly and so completely, Dr. Watkins knew that not only was she also getting turned on with her own story but she also was clearly not wearing a bra. He wondered then if she wore panties under those tight-fitting jeans of hers?
"Then he said it was time to expand my experiences further," Beth said, and as she did the doctor noted she "accidently" brushed her hand against her extremely erect nipples. "He started by putting ads on sex sites and having one guy at a time join us. I'd suck one cock and get fucked by the other, then switch. In time my husband started invited more and more guys to join, until it eventually got to be a whole gang bang fuck-a-thon."
"And did you enjoy this?" Dr. Watkins asked, almost breathlessly whispering it. "Were you an active participant or was your husband forcing you?"
"Forcing me?" Beth asked, nearly laughing. "God, no. I was totally a willing participant and enjoyed every dirty, filthy moment of it. It was the hottest thing ever. It made me lost and lust my husband even more."
Beth now again brushed her hand against her nipples in what was a very obvious intentional accident, and Dr. Watkins was by then stroking his cock through the soft cloth of this cords.
"So then we started going to sex clubs, but we soon found the hottest thing of all was to go to the back rooms -- you know, the pay booth things? -- and fuck right there so other people could pay and watch."
"So you are a bit of an exhibitionist?"
"Oh, fuck yeah! But not only that...you know what a 'glory hole' is?"
Dr. Watkins did in fact know what they were, but feigned ignorance in order to hear Beth explain it.
