Bad Therapy

Bad Therapy

Lila sat in her office playing a game on her phone. She brushed her graying brown hair from her face and sipped her diet coke. Her white blouse was puckered open so you could the skin and stretched tight threatening to pop the buttons over her tits, she shifted to adjust her blouse to relieve the tightness. Wyatt stared at the fat woman, imagining her big tits popping out as he pushed the broom outside her door. Lila had been working at the small treatment center for about three months and Wyatt was the facility manager/security. The big ex-cop projected a dangerous glare whenever he needed it and people generally were submissive when he was around.

Wyatt had heard the clients talk about her, her big ass and tits. She wore professional clothes but they had grown much too tight. Just then he saw her reach over and take another piece of candy and watched her lips wrap around it. He couldn't help but imagine those lips wrapped around his dick. She seemed pretty distant -professional but cold. -Every once and a while he'd catch a glimpse of somebody else but she rarely engaged in any small talk around the clinic.

The clinic was a public facility where people who needed treatment could be dropped off by cops or family and they'd get referred to another more long term facility after about a couple weeks or so of attention. They weren't supposed to be treated as prisoners at all, but some were there on a judicial order and if they failed or left the building they'd be sent to jail for a year or more -no pressure, just gotta get clean and stay clean -and keep your nose clean.

"Miss Lila, that looks sweet, can I have a piece." She looked up with a frown at him for interrupting her game and then smiled and raised a piece toward him. Wyatt walked in and around her desk as if he didn't want to reach over the desk. He stumbled suddenly over the womans purse and he almost pushed his hand into her blouse, popping the top buttons. He pulled back and acting as horribly embarrassed and as contrite as he could be. " Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry." He reached down and handed the purse to her that he'd kicked across the floor in the process.

Lila's face was bright red. She stuttered and said "I'm so sorry for leaving that there Wyatt", not realizing that he had intentionally tripped. Just then her reminder went off for her 11AM group session before she could even adjust her open blouse.

Wyatt smiled as she hurried down the hall and up the stairs to the group therapy room to see if every one was waiting.

It was quiet today. Normally there were two other therapists working but today they'd called out. One was sick, the other had car trouble that Wyatt had arranged. Lila was alone with the 6 clients and himself. She hadn't been smart enough to realize that she didn't have backup because she was counting as Wyatt as the facility security.

The men in the group watched Miss Lila hurry into the room, normally she was there early waiting for them and giving them the stink eye when they were late. Today, thanks to Wyatt's cue they were all waiting with their AA books sitting on their laps. Surprised by their punctuality Lila heaved herself into her usual chair with her back to the door and tried to catch her breath. The men watched her breasts rising and falling from the exertion of walking to the room.

"Good morning guys, hope you've had a good morning so far. I know Miss Elle is out so you had to miss your recreation session, hopefully that gave you time to go through the homework we assigned yesterday. "Let's go around and talk about what you are grateful for today and what triggers your craving for your drug of choice? Jerome can you start us off?"

She looked at Jerome, the heavy set 35 year old black man looked up from his book and stared at her. Her blouse was still ripped open at the top and you could see her cleavage and some of her bra. Laughing, Jerome said, "I am really thankful your blouse is open cause I love titties, as a matter of fact that triggers my craving for pussy which is my drug of choice."

Lila glanced down and hurriedly gathered her blouse up with her hand. "Jerome, that's really inappropriate. I'm going to have to report you and have you returned to confinement." Jerome's face darkened and he glared at her. The other men in the room were all learing at her like she was a piece of meat. She felt alone and nervous suddenly. She had left the door open and looked back to see Wyatt standing near. She relaxed a bit and called on the next man to reestablish control, Sam.

Sam smiled oddly, Lisa started to ask again. "Sam, could you..." Suddenly she felt hands and she was confused. Wyatt grabbed her blouse at the collar and jerked it down around her down to her waist exposing her bra, popping two buttons. Lila screamed "What the fuck are.." And tried to squirm away but her arms were pinned against her side.

Jerome stood up and closed the space between them looming over the short woman ahe reached down and placed both hands in her bra squeezing her large tits. She looked up at him pleadingly, he smiled. "If I'm going back to confinement, I'm having some fun." He yanked the bra up and her tits spilled onto her belly.

"Get her onto that desk" Jerome said. The other men stood up, each grabbing a leg or an arm to lift the fat woman out of the chair and carry the flailing woman to the desk. Kamil pulled down her skirt down to her knees and the men moved to grab her white panties. Her bra was yanked over her head send her tits bouncing into her face. She was topless as what was left of the the blouse was tossed to the floor. She was scared, scared that someone would hurt her, but almost as scared that someone would find out and she'd lose this job for not maintaining control. She knew Wyatt would lie about what had happened.

Lila glared at the men again and tried reason again, even as her tits heaved from her breathing. "Come on guys, stop, think about this for a minute, you don't want to go back to confinement. You've had your fun.. Really" she pleaded. She looked up and gave them half a smile/ Ask she did Wyatt snapped a picture of her just then and smiled evily at her, he had her now.

"All right now, let's let Miss Lila up, get your hands off her. Kat, give her back her bra. Now." The men knew what was up and stepped back.

Lila was relieved, she thought she was in the clear, covering her tits with one hand and reaching for her blouse. The fat five foot tall therapist tried quickly shrugging her shirt back over her breasts and starting to button it again. She was imagining that at any minute Wyatt would send the men to their rooms and call the police, instead Wyatt sent the picture of her smiling, half naked to flat screen on the wall. Lila screeched... "No you motherfucker!"

Wyatt snarled " Well Miss Lila, these boys are all worked up, they have a lot of anxiety about you sending them back to confinement. I think you should give them some treatment. I know I'm all anxious, might need some xanax or something....How about you boys?"

"I don't need any pills, Mr. Wyatt, I need some other relief." Said Kyle

"Miss Lila, crawl over to Kyle and suck his dick."

Lila stared at the room. Her face was blank and then tears started welling up in here eyes again. "NOW! Or that picture goes to everybody in the mangement list. Soon as you suck his dick I'll let you delete the picture from my phone."

Her thoughts were racing but she saw him holding the phone and Kyle pulling out his cock. She felt like she had no choice. It was her word against Wyatt and that carefully timed photo showing her holding two cocks in her hands as she smiled would do her in professionally. Lila crawled over a few feet to Kyle and reluctantly put her mouth on the head of his long, thick dick. Kyle put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down on it. She gagged a little. "Suck it like you want it god damn it."

Lila put her hands on the man's ass and leaned into, moving faster and faster, gagging more and more often as he grew. The man put his hand on her head, pumping slowly in and out. Her blouse was gaping open again now, her fat pink GGG tits bouncing back and forth. Her cheeks were sucked in from the vacuum as she took his dick. She was holding his balls with both hands now, trying to excite the man so this could be over. She was crying, and kept gagging. Her eyes were red and her mascara was running down her face. "Lick my balls bitch!" Kyle said. "That's a girl, now let me feel your tongue in my ass." After a few moments he pulled her back to his thick dick and started fucking the womans face, harder and faster. Out of view of Lila, a video camera was capturing the lurid scene showing the fat therapist down on her knees sucking that big black cock for all she was worth.

Lila was struggling to keep from throwing up, Kyle felt her throat retching and didn't give a fuck, in fact that made him pump harder and deeper. Lila felt his balls tighter in her hand and knew it was coming. Kyle pulled back filling her mouth and then shooting ropes of cum onto the stricken therapists face. Lila pulled back a pulled her white blouse closed again. She pulled herself up and put her hand out for Wyatt's phone. He handed it to her and she deleted the photo. Wyatt was about to have Kenny put the video to the wall to force her again but it he waited for a minute.

She sat in back her seat just staring at the men for a long time. "I know I'm not getting out of this room without doing something for each of you, I'm not stupid. Just give me a minute." She reached down and took a long drink from her bottle of water. "First off, all your phones on the table if you want this... come on, I know you've got them." Lila watched them intently, giving them her best therapist stare. The men shifted and soon the phones were all on the table where she had assaulted earlier, including Wyatts.

Lila stood up and bravely took off her blouse, the resignation on her face was palpable. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt. She shimmied out of the tight flowered skirt and it fell to the floor, she stepped out of it and pushed her white panties that had been ripped during the struggle down over her large ass and down to the floor. "Damn Miss Lila, your pussy as bare as a baby's. You keep that playground nice and smooth" Kenny said. Lila gave him a half smile and then carefully deleted the photos of her from their phones.

Lila blushed and walked to the sofa by the window. These men knew nothing about her life, her history. She looked out onto the busy street where the cars were going by. A police car slowed on the street beyond the windows but kept going. She knew the mirrored glass blocked any view of what was happening, affording privacy to their clients. She could see the men moving in behind her. The men had stripped off their clothes and circled around the sofa. They started running their hands over her, she shivered, her arms covered in goosebumps. There were big dicks, small ones, black ones, white ones, brown ones. More than the fat therapist had ever seen.

A skinny, white meth addict with a little dick was suddenly shoved in front of her. "DO JERRY FIRST.. We want him to watch the door.' The young man was clearly nervous, shaking a little, probably from meth withdrawal. Lila looked at him and gave a kind smile, " What do you need Jerry?" Jerry still had his white shorts on. He fished out his cock and stepped closer holding it up toward her. Lila leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth, he was soft at first, not very big. As he hardened he grew to about five inches. Jerry stood rigid while the others watched for a few minutes. Lila sucked it all the way in, running her tongue over the shaft and the kid came quickly. Lila swallowed and prayed the others would be as easy, After Kyle her jaw was sore.

Her co-worker Wyatt was next though, the older black man was a big, a former football coach, former cop. She wondered now after what had happened why he'd left the force and if was voluntary. He was black as coal. His cock was thick as the short woman's wrist and almost a long. She stretch her mouth around his cock and took about half of it before it hit her throat. It kept growing and getting bigger. Wyatt pulled out and knelt between her legs. "Put my cock in your pussy" he ordered. Lila took it with both hands and slid it up and down the lips of her vagina. She felt so ashamed, she was now so wet that it was dripping into the crack of her ass. She moved herself forward on the couch toward the man and put the head inside her.. Wyatt felt her cunt pulsing, "She's hot boys. This will be good." He started fucking her hard, pumping in and out. He was so damn big, Lila felt the cock hitting her cervix, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist. He was pumping and pumping. He was holding her giant tits and pushing them up to her mouth. "Suck them".

Lila pulled the tit to her lips and sucked the nipple. The men watched her, stroking their cocks. Lila was watching his face as he approached orgasm. His cock was harder now, hotter in her cunt now. She'd fantasized about him before, but this was something dirty, something else. "Arrrg....here it comes bitch, all my seed." Lila felt her own orgasm building, her pussy was involuntarily clenching against the therapist assistants cock. "Shit....GoooooaooaNooooooo" She came just as he pumped her full of jizz and kept riding against him

"Guess she's warmed up now boys, have at her." Wyatt stood up and moved out of the way. One of the men climbed onto the sofa so his cock was in front of her face while another positioned himself at he dripping gaping cunt.

Lila wrapped her mouth around the cock and started working it. It was a nice one, not too big, but smooth and pink and really hard. She worked herself down on it until she felt it at her throat. He held the back of her head and pushed in until the womans nose was grinding into his belly. She was pushing back trying to get a breath now as she felt the other man pushing into her cunt. She was older now, mid 40's and she was praying that this wasn't a fertile time of the month. She knew she could get a plan B but for some reason the idea of all that cum was actually making her hot.

The other guy,. Hakim, his cock was just getting hard as he pushed into her wet pussy. She was loose after Wyatt so he pushed her fat legs up and aimed his dick at her puckered ass. It looked like she might have 'roids, bet she would when he was done. He heard a muffled scream as he drove into her ass with his wet stiff dick. Lila was struggling for all she was worth. She'd had a cock in each hand but now her arms were grasping trying to push the man off her face so she could breath and tell the other guy to slow down but they both started pumping her in synch for all they were worth. Somebody turned on some music to cover the sound, not that anyone was there to stop them. It kept them in rhythm though which let her catch her breath. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but wet and sloppy from the big dick.

The two men were building, she knew what was coming, she couldn't help but slide a hand down to her pussy, she moved her fingers wildly over her clit until she started coming. She gushed suddenly and squirted all over the guy between her legs. The man in her throat shoved in and held there, squirting the cum into her. Hakim yelled as he came in her ass. The two held there for a minute and then pulled off to give the others a shot. Hakim looked down and saw he was covered in shit. "Bitch's ass is disgusting." He picked up her panties and wiped himself clean. "You're lucky I don't make you suck me clean."

The last two moved her into position. Jared had her sucking him on the couch and Beyo started fucking her sloppy pussy. Lila starting pushing back against him, if she was going to lose her job she figured she might as well cum. He was pounding her hard and then switch places, moving up to fuck her huge tits. Jared went down between her legs and started eating her dirty pussy. Her hand found his head and pulled him down on her. She was writhing as Beyo rode her chest and Jared ate her.

Beyo was the oldest guy, probably had been an alcoholic all his life. His erection started to go down, but he moved up and put it in her mouth. Jared started fucking her now. She felt Beyo jerking in her mouth, she suddenly realized it wasn't cum, he was leaking pee every few strokes. She tried to get it out of her mouth but he just squirted more in her hair and then pushed it back into her mouth. She realized now that he was embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see. Lila was gagging but kept swallowing, afraid what he'd do if she called him out. She felt Jared cumming inside her, the slimy cum filling her up more.

Suddenly they were all getting dressed. She looked at the clock and realized the next shift would be showing up in an hour or so. She quickly pulled her clothes on. She finished dressing and put on her jacket, she ran a brush from her purse through her hair and cleaned up up her makeup. She wiped her eye makeup. Her eye shadow was a mess so she virtually had to remove it and start over. They guys went back to their rooms. Wyatt unlocked the front door. She wondered if anyone had tried to come in. They usually had at least one admission even on a slow day.

Back in her office she opened a coke zero and rinsed her mouth, ate another piece of candy and sat back down with her phone, much as she had been three hours earlier. Wyatt walked by and tossed the shit spotted white granny panties on her desk. "You might want to take those home."

Wyatt closed the door and came over to her, he held her chin. "From now on anytime I want it, anything I tell you to do -you understand. You can't run, I'll send the video to the licensing people." Lila started to tear up a bit, she thought a moment about the thousands of dollars in student loans she owed that wouldn't get paid and unzipped his pants. She couldn't quit, she'd lose everything. She looked softly at him and said, "Do you mean now?"

Chapter Two: Midnight Shift

It had been a week since the harrowing incident in the group therapy room, and Lila had barely slept. The memory of that day clung to her like a damp shroud, heavy and suffocating. She'd gone through the motions at work, keeping her head down, avoiding Wyatt's gaze whenever possible. But his presence loomed over her, a constant reminder of the video he held over her head. She'd checked her phone obsessively, half-expecting it to leak online, but so far, he'd kept his word--at least about that.

It was Friday night, March 14, 2025, and Lila had been roped into covering an unplanned midnight shift. The regular night therapist had called out with a vague excuse, and Wyatt, ever the opportunist, had "volunteered" her for the slot. She knew better than to argue. The small treatment center was quieter at night, but the stillness only amplified her unease. The clients were mostly asleep, save for the occasional restless soul pacing the halls, and the skeleton crew consisted of just her and Wyatt--until the ambulance arrived.

Around 1 a.m., the front doors buzzed, and Lila glanced at the security feed. An ambulance had pulled up, its red lights flashing silently against the mirrored windows. Two paramedics stepped out, wheeling a stretcher with a disheveled man strapped to it. Wyatt appeared at her office door, his broad frame filling the space, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"New admission," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Cops dropped him off at the ER, but he's ours now. You're on intake. I'll handle the paperwork."

Lila nodded stiffly, brushing her graying brown hair behind her ear. She adjusted her blouse--looser now, after last week's debacle had taught her to size up--and grabbed her clipboard. Her heart thudded as she followed Wyatt to the intake room, the paramedics already unloading their charge. The man on the stretcher was wiry, mid-30s, with wild eyes and a meth-ravaged grin. He muttered incoherently, tugging at the restraints.