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Dr. Grey Ch. 04 free porn video
At 9 am the following morning Karen was again in the waiting area. The shot that Grey had given her the night before had helped a great deal but she had again woken this morning with withdrawal, convincing her further that she had indeed become obsessed with, and therefore lost without, Doctor Grey.
Inside the office Grey worked at his computer, composing himself whilst remembering the fantastic sex Karen had given him the previous night. If sex were his prime motivator, however, Grey would have settled for last night and have let Karen go. Up to this point there was scant evidence against him and even scantier reason for Karen to consider him as anything other than a saviour. The fact that she was here again showed that power was the primary motivation, sex the secondary bonus, and that he would take it to where he wanted to go no matter the risks.
The receptionist told Karen to enter and she almost ran into the office. She needed to talk, badly, and she knew she needed his soothing presence almost as much. She could not repress a sense of delight as she saw him again and part of her, a part that made her ashamed as soon as it appeared, flashed back to the incredible orgasms of the previous night. She chided herself for being so obsessed and placed her faith in Doctor Grey to provide some answers soon.
Grey smiled and invited her to sit in the chair. She’d come dressed as non-sexually as she could, with a long flowing skirt and matronly cotton shirt, and it amused him to see she was desperately trying not to arouse him. It was clear she had accepted her supposed obsession completely backed up, no doubt, with an insatiable desire to smell his cologne again.
‘Hello Karen, how are you today?’
‘Feeling shaky again.’ ‘That’s to be expected as, of course, you are still obsessing with me it seems. Today we are going to focus on aversion therapy, are you familiar with it?’
‘Not really.’
‘It’s where a patient is given the object of their obsession to such a point that they become bored with it. It is also where making the target seem less attractive sours that obsession. Take last night for example, you enjoyed the sex but now will have awoken feeling intensely guilty for being unfaithful to Simon, yes?’
‘Yes I am, though I still feel shaky because I was not close to you.’
‘It will take a more intense dose of aversion, Karen, but already you have begun to associate sex with your obsession, myself, with guilt. We have attached a negative emotion to the positive elation of achieving your obsessive goals and today we are going to enhance it further.’
Karen relaxed in the chair, reassured that Doctor Grey would take her from her pain soon. She felt so lucky to have found such a patient man as a therapist, she thought, for it must have been so embarrassing for him last night.
‘By the time we have finished you will feel relaxed with Simon as a lover and me as a therapist once more. I’d like to test how you feel at the moment by coming towards you, to see how it feels when I approach. Ok?’
‘Ok Doctor Grey.’
Grey moved slowly towards Karen as she sat in the chair. She felt nervy right up the point he was 4 inches away, when the cologne triggered her addictive responses. The familiar wave of calm and loving washed over her and she sighed with the relief.
‘How does that feel Karen?’
‘It feel very soothing, Doctor Grey. Is that bad?’
‘It’s to be expected as your obsession is now within reach again. We need to talk over your sexual history again, Karen, so sit here and I will fetch the lubricant.’
As soon as Grey went away from her she began to feel uneasy again. It was clear to her that she must be besotted with him, for not even in her most passionate days with Simon was she ever this needy for his presence. She longed for Grey to return to the chair, a fact which Grey knew and used to tease her as he leisurely returned with the gel. The cologne did its work anew and she felt calm once more.
‘Now Karen, if you remember yesterday we used a screen whilst you applied this gel. In this manner you were able to expose yourself without feeling any guilt. Well, this time I want you to apply it whilst still in the chair. I will place my head on your chest and look directly at your crotch whilst you do, ensuring I have a clear view of your vagina. You will feel the guilt of exposing yourself to a man other than your husband and that is what we are aiming at, understand?’
Karen hoped she would feel guilt for, at the moment, the presence of Grey had in fact soothed all her guilt from the previous evening. She sighed with contentmant as Grey placed his head on her chest, before she raised her skirt to her hips and exposed her light-blue panties. A small wriggle and the panties dropped to her ankles, leaving her pussy exposed as she began to apply the gel.
Grey smiled at the view as he enjoyed his newly found power over Karen. Just a few days ago she was keeping her legs tightly closed to him and now, here she was, openly lubricating her naked pussy for his entertainment. All in the name of therapy.
Karen did indeed feel a twinge of guilt as she completed her lubrication, thinking that Simon was the only man who had ever seen her pussy for 20 years before Doctor Grey. Many men had tried, some had made their intentions plain, but with this man it was different. He was reluctantly sacrificing his own dignity in order to restore her own.
When Karen had finished Grey stood up and placed the gel on his desk and, unseen to his patient, added a dash of cologne from within his suit onto the chair. The aroma would ensure she felt relaxed and continued to associate those sensations with him.
‘I want you to keep yourself exposed during this initial session so that I can view your vagina easily, Karen, in the hope that it will maximise the guilt feelings. Now, I’d like to talk a little more about your sexual history, starting with your youth.’
Grey sat back down in his chair and began to ask questions. Each question was addressed directly to her eyes, whilst each answer was heard with him enjoying the view from between her legs. Karen felt his gaze but just could not get past the sensations of calm to feel much guilt at all, no matter how hard she tried.
‘What was your first ever sexual experience?’
‘I gave a hand-job to a classmate during a science lesson. I was 14.’
‘When did you first give a hand-job to Simon?’
‘When we got our first house, about 18 months after we met.’
‘With your exhibitionist tendencies and love of daring, why wait for the house?’
‘He’s very reserved when it comes to any sort of sexual contact out of the house.’
We are going to change that today, Grey thought. It was time to change targets. ‘What are your daughters called?’
‘Mary is 18, Susan is 20.’
Grey began to ask general questions about the girls. They had boyfriends in the past but had never had any form of sexual contact with them, because they had signed the pledge to save themselves before marriage.
‘Does Mary confide in you Karen?’
‘A little.’
‘I’m worried that part of your problem, Karen, may be to do with fear of the sexuality of your daughters. I’m going to ask a couple of questions about Mary to test my theory, if that is ok?’
‘Ok, Doctor Grey’
‘Has Mary ever had an orgasm?’
‘No, in fact it really gets her down that her friends are sleeping with their boyfriends and she has never been able to make herself climax. She blames it on a lack of fantasy, for how can she fantasise about something she has never known?’
‘What kind of panties does Mary wear, Karen? Do you think she is secretly trying to attract a guy who will oblige her?’
Karen thought for a while.
‘No, she wears the same type she did when she was thirteen.’
Grey noted the information for future use before widening the conver
sation again. He was simply waiting for the gel to take effect and, thanks to the nakedness of the pussy in question, it was easy to see how wet it was becoming.
Karen looked at Grey as she answered and kept feeling his gaze return to her pussy. As time went by she not only lost any residual guilt but she felt that incredible sense of arousal again. Grey must affect her on the subconscious level, she concluded, for even over there he was turning her on. She thought this might be relevant to the therapy and raised it.
‘Doctor Grey, for the last few minutes I have been finding myself becoming incredibly aroused. I think it is because you are looking at my vagina.’
Grey feigned disappointment.
‘I had hoped for a guilt response of course, Karen, but maybe we can still generate one. It’s about time we checked to see if the gel needs replacing anyhow, so I will do the test this time instead of you. Again, with a man other than Simon touching your vagina, it should cause some guilt to be associated with your desire for me.’
Grey moved slowly around behind the chair and reclined it into the couch again. Ok Mrs Edwards, he thought, as you are so insistent, I will feel you up a little.
‘Karen, whilst I am doing this I would further like to test if other parts of our therapy from last night were effective. I am going to remain clothed and go into the sixty-nine position with you, however under no circumstances are you to touch my crotch. I want you to stare at it and see if you feel as aroused as you did in your bedroom, meanwhile I shall check the lubricant.’
Grey assumed the sixty-nine position and placed his cock, doused as it was in double-strength cologne, an inch from Karen’s face. Even through his trousers the undetectable scent sent a shock wave of new arousal through her system, which Grey noted with satisfaction as it made her pussy twitch before his eyes. He softly smelt her pussy juices and gently blew his warm breath over her clitoris, all the while apparently studying the state of the lubrication. His objective here was to tantalise, to maximise her arousal and switch on the latent animal in her even further. He would not let her climax until he was ready.
Grey looked between his legs to see Karen panting, her tongue just barely out of contact with his crotch and a look of wild passion in her eyes. He allowed it to last 30 seconds before moving off the couch, declaring that her lubrication looked fine. It was all Karen could do to restrain herself from shouting that she needed his cock and her passion stunned even her.
Karen regained some of her composure as Grey returned the chair to the upright position. By the time he had moved behind his desk again she was ok, if flushed and very breathless.
Grey noted that time and realised that Simon was due in five minutes. It was time to prepare for a session again but first he had to brief Karen for some of her role in it.
‘Karen, Simon is due to have his appointment in five minutes. I think it may help if you were to observe the interview, albeit clandestinely.’
‘Why, Doctor Grey?’
‘He would feel intimidated to talk frankly in front of you but, as this is the man we are hoping for you to focus on, I hope that a frank exposure of his good qualities will help in that progress. You are suffering from a sexual obsession about me and that is obviously going to blind you to some of the good points in Simon. This will help us create a counter-attack in your psyche.’
It made sense and Karen agreed.
‘Ok, the best place to hear both sides of the conversation would be between us. He’d see you, of course, unless you hid under my desk. It will be comfortable, it’s large and will conceal you well and it will give you a clear line of hearing. If I need to say anything to you I shall pass you a note but, whatever you do, do not make a noise or indicate in any way that you are there. If Simon feels we are being less than honest it could ruin your future therapy, for he is a vital part of it.’
Karen agreed and moved under the desk. Grey was right, it was large, open and comfortable as well as being discreet.
Simon came in and Grey smiled at him as he invited him into the chair.
‘Thank you for coming in at such short notice Simon. I am afraid the prognosis is not good and time is very short, for I fear Karen is on the edge on an irretrievable breakdown, however I have some idea for direct therapy that may help.’
‘I am all ears, Doctor Grey’
‘I will not say to whom she has developed an involuntary sexual obsession, merely that she has become overwhelmingly fixated on this man and that we need to break her of that fixation quickly. There are two ways in which I intend to do this. The first is to attach as much guilt onto her obsession as possible, sour the milk if you like, for I think we both know Karen has a very strong sense of marital duty to you. The second is to get her to refocus her sexual energy where it belongs, with you.’
Simon looked shocked at the news, yet comforted that this professional man seemed to have the solution.
‘How do you think that can be achieved?’ he asked.
‘Basic sexual-therapy counselling involving you both, here in my office. I warn you it will involve you having to open up all areas of your sexual life with me now and also, when Karen come back in an hour or so, discussing your sex-lives together with me. You must hold nothing back Simon, especially when she returns, or I fear we may not be able to intervene in time to save her and your marriage. The stakes are that high and the therapy is that blunt but can Karen count on your support?’
Grey pitched it as an appeal to Simon’s protective nature, his loyalty to the wife he clearly loved and also to his sense of sexual threat at the mention of another man who had turned Karen’s head. Grey knew how to make a man agree to something and it worked.
‘Of course, I would do anything for my wife Doctor Grey,’ he said.
Underneath the table Karen could barely keep her eyes off of Grey’s crotch as the scent of the cologne beckoned to her. Grey had sat tightly underneath his desk, partly to ensure Simon had no chance of seeing beneath but mainly because it meant Karen could do little but stare at his belt-line. He knew especially in the super-aroused state he had left her after the sixty-nine, that she would be panting down there.
‘Ok Simon. What is your favourite sexual position with Karen?’
‘Doggie-style, Doctor Grey, I like to see her ass.’
That exchange opened a twenty-minute conversation in which Grey skilfully probed Simon for his sexual history, noting when Karen looked quizzically at new revelations. It is clear that Simon had kept secrets from her and that was going to help Grey’s cause considerably, as he prompted Simon to expose his deepest skeletons.
‘Have you ever spanked Karen, Simon?’
‘No Doctor Grey, she would not like it and I would not dream of ever asking her.’
‘But earlier you said you liked to spank women. Who have you spanked to have come to that conclusion, Simon, a girlfriend?’
Simon looked coy for a moment but then seemed to accept that, for Karen and his marriage, this was no time for secrets to survive.
‘Kinda’. When Karen was pregnant with our first child I had an affair with my secretary. She used to get spanked for making mistakes and, in return, she would blow me in the office and occasionally let me screw her on business trips. It was good fun but it fizzled out once Karen and me began to have sex again.’
As Simon spoke, Grey looked at Karen’s face. It had gone white with shock, despite the calming effects of the cologne, and she looked as if she had been shot through the heart. Grey pretended to be making notes on Simon as he slipped one to Karen under the desk.
I want to explore the guilt-association again Karen it read but you must do what I ask without question. Is that OK?
Karen
nodded, her face recovering from the shock of Simon’s revelation and showing that the cologne had not allowed her sexual arousal to dwindle. If anything, Grey noted, her face had a new edge. She may not be feeling guilt thanks to her addiction but there was a definite, if subtle, look of revenge there that only Simon’s infidelity could have generated.
Grey handed her a new note.
Blow me to completion whilst I talk to Simon. Take your time and remember, in order for maximum aversion and guilt, swallow my cum completely.
As Grey felt Karen’s hands caress his crotch, he timed his next question so that is would drown out the subtle sound of his zipper being slowly undone.
‘You mentioned that your secretary blew you in the office sometimes, Simon. How did you manage to do that without being seen?’
Simon smiled at the memory as his wife prepared to make a new one for Doctor Grey. As Simon replied, Karen had pulled Grey’s naked cock from inside his trousers and had begun to slowly lick the tip.
‘She used to sit me down against the door, on the floor, and pull my trousers down. She knelt over me and that gave her good access.’
Grey thrilled as he felt his cock being teased, before Karen’s incredible mouth sucked him into her warmth. Her tongue was in all the right places, her motion soft yet determined and best of all, she was blowing him within feet of her unknowing husband. The next question just appealed to Grey’s sense of the dramatic.
‘Did you not ever consider getting your secretary to hide under your desk, blowing you as you met with a client?’
Simon laughed.
‘The thought never occurred to me! Sounds like fun though.’
It is you fool, thought Grey, especially when you can look her partner in the face whilst she is doing it.
‘Did you ever come in your secretary’s mouth, Simon?’
‘No, I’ve never got a woman to swallow me. There is nothing in the world that would make Karen swallow a man’s sperm, no matter how much she loved him.’
Grey could not resist looking at Karen’s bobbing head as he heard Simon reply. He could feel himself building into an incredible orgasm and had to move quickly to avoid losing his professional mannerism. He told Simon to recline the chair and sit in quiet contemplation for a few moments, whilst he made notes on their session. With Simon looking at nothing he silently sat back and awaited his reward from Karen.
Throughout the whole thing, Karen had been trying desperately hard to feel guilt at giving head to another man whilst her husband sat by oblivious. The cologne had made all negative feelings hard and the gel in her pussy compelled her to obey her animal side, but the clear difficulty was the knowledge that Simon had turned to another woman when she was carrying their child. He had seemed almost boastful to Doctor Grey if anything, something that made her rage inside and embrace the pleasure of this illicit moment all the more easily.
Her pussy melted once more as her eyes locked with Grey’s, celebrating the impending release she was going to give to this most generous of men and looking forward to tasting his cum. She knew that swallowing Grey, an act of completion denied to her husband, was wrong but it seemed to help to even Simon’s fun with that slut of a secretary. She hungrily consumed the warm stream as it finally burst forth into her mouth, feeling Grey shudder silently before he deftly re-zipped himself and turned back to back Simon.
‘Ok Simon, I am completed here for the moment. Go grab some lunch and come back in an hour. You are not to call Karen in the interim, as I will be preparing her for the group session afterwards. You can meet her in here then.’
As Simon was leaving, Grey added an aside, ‘Have no fear Simon. Having met you this morning I feel more sure than ever that Karen’s therapy will proceed exactly according to plan.’
Karen emerged from under the desk a few moments after she was sure that Simon had gone. Grey suggested that she eat with him, in order to avoid Simon during lunch, and he ordered some sandwiches for them both. They sat down and discussed the aversion therapy and Grey reassured her that, even though she may not consciously be feeling guilt yet, he was sure her sub-conscious was already loosening its obsession over him.
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