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This story contains sexual situations and should be read by
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The Therapy Session - Part 1
By Renee Elay
Chapter 1
"I can't fucking believe this!" She stared up at me from
the bed, naked and beautiful, her eyes filling with a
mocking disdain that unsettled me to the core. Her name was
Sharon, or at least I thought that's what she'd told me at
the bar when I picked her up at closing time. She was
blonde, with nice 36DD breasts and an unstoppable body -
what could easily be referred to as an L.A. 10, which is a
twenty anywhere else in the U.S. I'd Rum & Coked her into a
very happy place as things neared last call, and telling
her that I was a successful Century City lawyer headed
towards a partnership in my firm had sealed the deal. She
followed me out to my BMW in her strappy little heels and
tight Rodeo Drive dress and was massaging my dick before
our doors where shut.
I was mid-thirties, blonde and in killer shape. I wasn't
the tallest or the most built of the young professionals
that I shared early morning gym time with, but I had easily
held my own. She was just the most recent of a long list of
girls I'd been charming, then fucking their brains out
since my fifteenth birthday. At this second though, things
were suddenly taking a turn for the absolute worst.
Naked and breathing heavy she lay under me and I was ready
to do the deed, but to my dismay my dick had fallen limp
and cold to her warm touches. "Give me a second, it's
cool," I reassured her, but the look on her face told me
that she wasn't buying it. "What's the problem lawyer boy?
I'm ready, why can't you get it up?"
I rolled off her and she sat up in my bed, reaching for the
purse she had tossed onto my nightstand, searching for a
cigarette. I took hold of my seven inch cock and began
stroking it, lowering my gaze from her eyes to her tits -
wanking myself with wild abandon to get it hard again. "I
just need a little incentive baby, this never happens." I
motioned down to my limp cock and she took it back into her
left hand, stroking it and trying to make it spring to
life. "Suck it, baby - then it'll be ready.
I moved up the bed dangling my meat before her warm lips
and she took me into her mouth. I loved getting head,
especially from hot blondes like this one and felt
confident that I'd be hard as rocks in a few sucks. Her
head began to bob wildly on my dick, but it seemed the more
she sucked the limper I had became. She pulled her mouth
from my dick and said amazed, "I think you just lost an
inch." I stared down in horror, that luscious body of hers
so close to me yet nothing I could do to it.
She rolled off the bed taking her cell phone from her bag.
"Who are you calling," I asked?
"I'm calling a cab baby, I'm not walking back to Brentwood
and this just isn't happening."
She gathered her things, I didn't say a word - didn't even
walk her to the door of my apartment. I heard my front door
close as lay in my bed, unable to fathom this impotence
episode. I took my cock into my hands and began to massage
the head. My night was filled with sleepless moments,
waking and trying to get myself hard - tremendously
frustrated and beginning to get concerned. Why was this
happening to me, why was my cock betraying me?
Chapter 2
Several weeks had passed and I hadn't had an erection since
that night. I had still headed out to the bars on weekends
and the girls still came up in droves, attracted to my
looks and money. I used to walk around the clubs in a
constant state of arousal, my dick hard, staring at all the
hot, young flesh playing on the dance floor and strutting
their bodies in tight, designer dresses.
Now nothing.
Monday in the office I sat at my desk all morning in a
state of depressed shock. What could I do? I was in my mid-
thirties, did I need Viagra already?
I was in the law offices break-room pouring myself a cup of
coffee - I hadn't been sleeping well since my problem and
the coffee seemed to help to keep me awake, even though I
had to deal with the headaches which came from the buzzing
off caffeine, then the lows as it left my system. Kara, a
young lawyer who had entered our firm the previous winter
came strolling in. She was tall, with fiery red hair and
flawless skin -always dressed conservatively yet wearing it
sexily. We had spoken a few times and she, as all within
the firm, knew of my reputation as a party boy. She took me
in sitting at the break table sipping coffee and began
sizing up my look of despair. I could see it in her eyes,
perhaps a little slightly amused at what she most likely
perceived as a hangover. I'm sure I looked like shit - lack
of sleep and worry was taking it's toll on me.
"What's the matter," she sat across from me, "Someone been
burning too much of the midnight oil?" Something about her
told me that perhaps she could help me. I looked her over,
normally a woman of her beauty would have immediately
peaked my sexual arousal, now I felt like I might burst
into tears. Holding back my emotions I said simply, "I'm
having some issues."
Her ears perked up, "Issues? Too much partying?"
"Too little," I intoned.
She nodded.
"Drugs?" she asked point blank?
"No, nothing like that. Lately I just haven't been myself."
Her eyes registered understanding, how I don't know, but I
knew she had it all figured out just by looking at me.
She reached into her briefcase and retrieved a business
card. It said simply, Alexandra Wells - Sexual Therapist,
PhD.
I stared up from the card to Kara in horror. "I had some
problems about a year ago too, go see Alexandra, she can
help."
With that, Kara gathered her case and made her way out of
the room.
I stared at the card.
Chapter 3
The office was in Hollywood; it was within a small medical
complex and had that cold, waiting area vibe. I sat waiting
for the receptionist to call me into my appointment with
Alexandra, PhD. The receptionist was a young Asian-American
girl with delicate, pixie features and an impressive set of
tits beneath a light blue silk blouse. Her nipples were
clearly visible through the material as she wasn't wearing
a bra. The waiting room was cold, keeping my cock quite
limp yet strangely making me shiver as I stared at her
nipples. I almost jumped out of my chair as my own nipples
suddenly went rock hard as the wave of cold passed over me.
She called my name and motioned me into Alexandra's office.
I held my jacket in my hands, hoping to hide my own hard
nips, suddenly I was extremely self conscious of them and
didn't want this girl to see.
Alexandra stood up from behind her desk and extended a
delicate hand to me as I entered. She was probably 37,
luxurious dark brown hair was pulled back on her head. Her
deep brown eyes looked me over though designer framed
glasses. She had this tall, hot, librarian vibe about her
that made me think dirty thoughts, until of course I
realized my penis wasn't going to go along with the story
in my head.
"Welcome," she said simply. Stepping around her desk, she
motioned for me to lie on a leather couch. She wore a short
leather skirt, from which extended long beautiful legs
ending in heels. Her figure was beautiful, she was graceful
and confident. She took a seat across from me in a leather
arm chair and waited for me to speak.
"I've never been to a therapist before, I'm a little
nervous."
"I see from your file you're having sexual dysfunction
problems," she replied.
This lady was obviously all about business. "Well...yeah, I
mean, I guess...," I interjected.
"You can't get hard, correct?"
"Yeah...that's correct."
"When's the last time you were able to function?"
"Two and a half weeks ago."
"And was this with a female?"
I looked to her shocked, "Of course, why would you ask?"
"Have you only been with females?"
"I'm not gay."
"I didn't ask that," she corrected, "Have you only been
with females?"
"Yes."
She nodded.
"Do you consider yourself sexually voracious?"
"I've been with lots of ladies."
"And you've traditionally found this to be sexually
satisfying," she asked?
"Well, yes. Well, it's worked so far, let's say that."
"Have you had trouble interacting with females since this
incident began?"
"Well no. They still approach me. I just know that I can't
do anything about it."
"Well, you can't receive traditional pleasure with them.
Intercourse is out of the question, but what about other
sexual acts? You could concentrate on pleasuring others."
"I could, but they'll eventually want me to be a man.
Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?"
"Not necessarily," she said, "I think you're blocked by
thinking only of your pleasure."
I thought about this. What was she getting at?
"I could go down on them, and I'm sure they'd like that. I
have needs as well."
"Perhaps you should change your way of thinking. Stop
focusing on your needs and learn to receive sexual pleasure
from the giving of pleasure to others," she said.
"I'm not real passive."
"I'm sure you're not, many males aren't as long as they can
take a confident, dominant role in their relations with
their partners. You currently cannot. Perhaps if we work on
this, you might change your way of thinking."
"Doctor, correct me if I'm wrong, but are you suggesting I
play the bottom role or something?"
She simply said, "Something like that, yes."
I wasn't sure about this at all. What she was asking...
"As a sexual therapist, I do more in my practice than
talking things out. On occasion I find it necessary to
engage my clients physically, in a simply clinical fashion.
I can teach you to take great pleasure in giving pleasure,
if you'll agree to this. If you have any problems with us
engaging in certain intimate contacts then tell me now. If
so, I'm afraid I might not be able to help you."
What was this chick saying? Was she asking me to give her
the go ahead to make a move on me, because if so the answer
would be a resounding yes! I took in her beautiful form and
wanted to touch her, my penis wasn't too into the idea just
yet, but perhaps my therapist was right and it could be
made to learn to like this. This might be the greatest
thing I'd ever done for my sex life.
"I trust you, doctor."
She nodded, "Good. I'll need you to disrobe."
She sat back in her chair. I slowly rose from my position
on the couch.
Her eyes simply watched and waited.
I stood. I took loose my tie and kicked off my loafers. I
began to unbutton my shirt and the realization of how hard
my nipples still were overtook me. She saw me hesitate.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," I stammered.
"Trust me," she said.
Taking off my shirt I looked down at my nipples. They were
hard enough to cut glass and extended out further than they
ever had. My chest had a warm feel to it, a shimmer of
excitement passed over me as I dropped my shirt to the
floor and was exposed to her. Her eyes took note of this,
but she said nothing and motioned for me to continue.
I undid my belt and slipped down my pants and underwear. My
formerly beautiful and proud cock now never grew to more
than four inches. I turned red with embarrassment as she
stood from her chair and crossed to me. I was a deer in
headlights, unable to move or speak.
Her warm lips touched mine, and her breasts lightly made
contact with my exposed chest. Her tits against my nipples
felt nice in a way I couldn't begin to explain. She kissed
me again, and now took my limp penis into her warm hand. No
stirrings from my nether regions began to fill my mind with
dread again. This woman was beautiful, and meant to fuck me
back to health, and even the knowledge of that kept my
penis betraying me.
She placed one more kiss on my lips then said, "How big did
it get?"
"About seven inches fully up," I said quietly.
"Did you like to have it sucked?"
I turned red with shame, her fingers massaging it. "Yes...I
loved it," I stammered.
"You'd like me to suck it wouldn't you?"
"Yes...," the word barely making it from my lips.
"And what do you think, honestly, would happen if I did
that," she asked?
"...nothing," I replied helplessly.
"That's right. Nothing. So you can gain no pleasure from me
giving you head, but you might be able to gain some
pleasure by doing me instead."
I considered this. She might be right. I was never much of
a pussy eater, I usually just gave enough to placate my
partners then move on to other things.
I considered her warm, wet pussy - how it might taste, what
it might be like to bury my face between her legs and make
her squirm. I was suddenly more than ready to try.
She pulled back from me, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
She opened it for me, and there were her beautiful breasts,
with her own hard nipples resting atop them. Her body was
toned and firm, her skin creamy and soft to the touch. She
let her blouse fall off her back, keeping her hair up and
still taking in my body through her glasses. She was maybe
the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
Her hands went around to the zipper of her skirt. Her tits
jutted forward as she took hold of the zipper and slid it
down. She took hold of the sides and pushed it to the
floor, the leather sliding down her naked legs and
collapsing in a pile about her high, black heels. She
stepped from the skirt and allowed me to look upon her -
now only wearing her heels and a tiny black thong, which
amounted to little more than a string and a tiny triangle
barely covering the warm place between her legs.
"We're almost ready," she said. She took her index finger,
started at my lips and ran it along my body...down my chin
and then over my adam's apple. She let it lazily run across
my chest, touching each of my hard nipples with it, sending
jolts of pleasure up and down my spine. She then ran her
finger down my stomach and then ran it down the shaft of my
cock. It felt good, but nothing like I would have expected,
had impotence not taken the better of me.
She looked into my eyes as she took hold of my penis, "What
you are about to see won't make much sense to you," she
began, "You must simply accept that I have certain
abilities which make my job easier - easier to teach those
who need teaching and easier to give and receive pleasure
in special cases such as your own."
I have to admit that I really wasn't taking in much of what
she said, which made what I witnessed next that much more
confusing. As she held onto my penis she closed her eyes
and tossed back her head, letting out a slight moan as a
current of tingles ran over my body. I stared at her form,
near naked before me, and as my eyes cleared something
about her changed.
It took me a moment, but then I saw it. Between her legs,
underneath that tiny patch of fabric which had covered her
pussy, her genitalia began to change - to grow. Somehow,
her pussy was reforming, changing into a cock!
The thong panty could barely contain the shaft which now
grew between her legs, her newfound balls spilled out of
the sides of it - when all was said and done, the panty
strained to hold on, barely containing the jutting cockhead
at the base of her new penis.
I stood in shock, once more unable to speak or move. How
was this possible?
Regaining her composure, she tilted her head back to me and
our eyes locked. She leaned in once more for a kiss, and
powerless to move, I let her.
"There are people among us, like myself, who are
polymorphs. We have the ability to meld and merge ourselves
into other forms, and in some cases, manipulate the forms
of others. I can't explain to you how this works, or why,
but you must simply trust that what you are seeing is real.
I have taken a part of you, a copy, and made it my own."
"I don't know what to say," I gasped.
"Don't say anything, this is our secret, only for your
therapy," she warned. "Do you understand?"
I gulped, then nodded.
"Now," she continued, "Have a seat on the edge of the
couch."
Still stunned I did not move, that is until she kissed me
once more and began lightly tweaking my hard nipples.
Caught up in the ecstasy of this newfound sensation, I did
not fight when she pushed me down, seated on the couch.
Before my eyes was her groin. A beautiful female torso,
which contained a beautiful cock held within black panties.
I was in awe.
"Slip down my panties, and we'll get about the business of
teaching you how to give pleasure," she said a bit
forcefully. "The cock you've provided me with is so hard,
and it's making me so horny."
I don't know what was getting me more excited, the fact
that this woman had grown a dick and was now telling me to
slide down her panties to reveal it, or that she had
changed her speech from cold clinical terms and was now
speaking more like a sailor. Perhaps it just amounted to
the fact that she wanted something, and she was entrusting
me, someone who'd felt powerless for weeks now, to give it
to her. She was depending on me now for pleasure.
But what would I have to do to give it? What would I have
to give up, and how would that change me?
I took hold of her black panties, and slid then down off
her cockhead. Her shaft sprang fully to life and taking it
all in with my eyes was suddenly beautiful. I slipped her
panties down the rest of the way, helping her step out of
them. Her shaft bobbed with the motion, hard and proud. It
was bigger than my own had been - a good eight and a half
inches, and it's girth was impressive. With her form being
so tall and toned it stood out proportional to the rest of
her very feminine body, and didn't look cartoonish or
silly. It looked lovely, something simply wrong, yet
beautiful oddly accentuating the rest of her body.
She took it in her hand, and began to stroke it, bringing
it close to my lips, which began to betray me and part. I
had never remotely considered doing what was beginning to
be painfully implied that I do now. As she brought it close
to my lips my nipples betrayed me even more and the
tingling from my chest was unreal in it's pleasurable
feelings. She took hold of the back of my head and lightly
pressed the head of her cock against my lips.
"Kiss it," she said. "Just kiss it, that's all."
I did. Salty and strange, the swollen dark red cockhead
felt good against my lips. I kissed it again, and again.
She played in my hair with her hand and stroked her own
shaft with her fingers. "That's a good boy, kiss it for me.
Make me want more."
I was powerless to do anything more than she commanded. I
did this willingly, I was starting to really get into it. I
thought of all the lovely girls that I had pressed my cock
into. I was suddenly jealous. Jealous that they had gotten
to do this to me, and me not to them.
I felt pressure on the back of my head as she began to ease
her cock past my lips and into my mouth. The cockhead slid
over my tongue and I could feel the powerful veins from
it's underside running over my bottom lip. "Let me take
control, you just close your lips around it. I won't give
you too much as not to gag your pretty little slut mouth.
You just close on it and let me fuck that face of yours. Do
you understand?"
I half nodded, and tried to force out a yes, as much as I
could with a dick in my mouth anyway. She fully took
control, and slid it in a little at a time, pulling it back
and forth between my lips and going a bit deeper every
time.
She reached down now with her hands and took hold of my
nipples. The sensation of my mouth being full and her hands
pinching then caressing my nipples was sending me to a
place I'd never imagined.
I realized that her cock was fully in my mouth, slid in and
resting at the back of my throat.
"You've taken it very deep for this to be your first time,"
she said, "Now, you do it. Work your lips on my big dick
while I pinch your nipples. Show me how much you love this,
because I get the feeling that you do."
I began working her cock in my mouth, my lips fucking it
good. The sensations were incredible, and my nipples were
on fire. She bucked her hips to meet my mouth thrusts, and
her balls slapped my chin as I sucked with wild abandon.
"You were born to be a cocksucker! Can't you see that's
your problem, you can't get hard because your jealous of
the very girls you mean to violate. You're jealous you're
not getting violated. You are now, though, aren't you
darling? You are and you like it," she called down to me.
She was right. I couldn't help myself. I was in total
ecstasy.
It was then that my whole body began to shiver, I was
suddenly caught up in the most intense orgasm of my life.
My cock, still virtually limp, began to shiver and cum
dripped from my cockhead as my balls tightened. I began
shooting wildly, my own come drenching my balls and running
down my thighs. My nipples burned and my whole body was
overtaken by a powerful wave of lust and sexual pleasure.
I'd done it, I'd come for the first time in weeks. The
circumstances were still a cloud of confusion in my head,
but the pleasure was too much and I let those thoughts
float into the clouds.
Then, and I wasn't prepared for this, my therapist came.
Her cock hardening even more in my mouth and then shooting
hot spurts of thick cum down my throat. It was wonderful, I
felt dirty and magical and confused all at once as she
raped my mouth and filled it with her warm seed. She pulled
from my mouth, leaving it a mess. Everything about me was a
mess for that matter. I had cum all over myself and the
warm sticky fluid slid down my throat and dripped down my
legs. I began to regain my senses, the reality of it all
began to seep into my soul - yet I didn't care. I was
racked with pleasure, and I didn't care what it had taken
to get it.
When my eyes next took in my therapist she was changed.
Gone from between her legs was the massive cock which I had
just been sucking on, and replaced was a beautifully shaved
pussy. She was pulling up her panties and then it was gone
as I had seen her before the change. She was gathering her
clothing and dressing in silence, and I began to sheepishly
do the same.
"You've done well," she began, "but we have much more work
to do." She pressed the button on her desk intercom calling
into it to the beautiful receptionist outside, "Maii, make
sure to schedule my new client for another session before
the end of the week. He's going to require two sessions per
week, at least for the next six weeks." With that, she
began fastening the last few buttons of her blouse, and was
suddenly professional and reserved once again.
"So, I'll see you later in the week," she said.
I nodded, slipping into my loafers and heading towards the
door.
Within the reception area, Maii - the lovely Asian-American
girl - stood waiting for me. My nipples still jutted
sluttily before me, pressing through the shirt. She took me
in, took them in, and I thought I detected a sly grin on
her lips.
I quickly made my way out, and towards the outer world.
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