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A Christmas Eve Encounter

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I stepped out of the dentist’s office, a sense of relief washing over me as the lingering effects of the local anesthesia started to wear off. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and I was grateful to have finally crossed the dreaded dental check-up off my to-do list. As I adjusted my scarf, preparing to brave the chilly December air, I nearly collided with a woman who was locking the door to one of the other offices.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, taking a step back. My eyes met hers, and I found myself momentarily lost in their warm hazel depths. She had shoulder-length brown hair, slightly tousled, and a pair of glasses perched on her delicate nose. Her figure was captivating—curvy in all the right places, with a hint of cleavage visible through her white lab coat.

“It’s quite alright,” she replied, her voice soft and soothing. “I should be more careful myself. I’m usually more focused on my patients than my surroundings.” She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. “I’m Dr. Ava, by the way. I’m a psychologist here at Cul-de-sac Medical.”

“Blake,” I introduced myself, extending my hand. Her handshake was firm, surprising me for a moment before I realized it suited her confident demeanor. “I’m a lawyer. Just had my semi-annual teeth cleaning. Not as pleasant as your line of work, I imagine.”

She laughed, the sound like music to my ears. “Well, I deal with people’s intimate problems, but I’m not sure I’d call it pleasant. It’s rewarding, though.”

I found myself drawn to her intelligence and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her profession. Sensing an opportunity, I decided to take a chance. “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee? I’d love to hear more about your work, and I’m sure you could use a break before the holidays.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her watch. “I’d love to, but I’m afraid I have a few more things to wrap up before I can truly relax for the holidays.”

Disappointment washed over me, but I wasn’t ready to give up. “Dinner, then? I know a great little Italian place nearby. We could continue this conversation over some pasta and wine.”

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of desire through me. “I suppose I could make time for dinner. It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper meal, what with all the patients and paperwork.”

“Excellent!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my enthusiasm. “How about I pick you up here at 7? We can walk to the restaurant from here.”

Ava smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re persistent, Mr. Blake. I like that. I’ll see you at seven, then.”

As I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be an evening to remember.

At precisely seven o’clock, I arrived back at Cul-de-sac Medical, a bouquet of red roses in hand. Ava stepped out of her office, looking even more stunning than she had earlier. Her hair was loose, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, and she had changed into a figure-hugging black dress that accentuated her curves.

“You look incredible,” I said, handing her the flowers.

Ava’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she took the roses with a delighted smile. “Why, thank you. That’s very sweet of you, Blake.”

I held out my arm, and she took it, allowing me to guide her through the crisp evening air to the nearby restaurant. The hostess led us to a cozy corner table, and we settled in, perusing the menus.

“So, tell me more about your work, Ava,” I prompted, eager to learn more about this captivating woman.

She took a sip of the wine we had ordered and leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Well, as I mentioned, I’m a psychologist. I specialize in helping people navigate their intimate relationships. It’s fascinating to delve into the complexities of the human mind and heart.”

I listened intently as she spoke, her passion for her work evident in every word. We discussed the challenges and rewards of her profession, and I found myself sharing my own experiences as a lawyer, often dealing with the aftermath of failed relationships in divorce cases.

As the conversation flowed, so did the wine. The restaurant’s atmosphere, with its soft lighting and romantic ambiance, seemed to enhance the intimacy of our discussion. Before long, we were laughing and flirting openly, our bodies leaning closer together across the table.

“You know, Blake,” Ava said, her voice low and sultry, “I must admit, I’ve enjoyed this evening immensely. And I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

My heart raced at her words, and I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine. “I feel the same way, Ava. I’ve been captivated by you since our chance meeting earlier today.”

Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw the desire mirrored in their depths. Without a word, she stood, taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant. The cold night air hit us, but neither of us noticed as we stumbled down the street, our lips finding each other in a heated kiss.

Ava’s hands were on my chest, pulling me closer, her tongue dancing with mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, and my body responded, hardening with desire. Breaking the kiss, she whispered breathlessly, “My place is just around the corner. Let’s go.”

I followed her lead, my mind clouded with lust. We arrived at a cozy apartment building, and Ava fumbled with her keys, finally managing to unlock the door. As soon as we were inside, she turned to me, her eyes wild with passion.

“I want you, Blake,” she said, her voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I didn’t need any further invitation. I kicked the door shut behind us and pressed her against it, my lips claiming hers once more. My hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves I had admired earlier. I cupped her breasts through the fabric of her dress, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch.

Ava moaned into my mouth, her hands tugging at my shirt, desperate to feel my skin. I obliged, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Her hands immediately went to my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles, before sliding lower, her fingers brushing against the bulge in my pants.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. “I want to taste you.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, her hands working quickly to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. I stepped out of them, my erection springing free, already glistening with anticipation. Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, but she didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, taking me deep into her warm mouth.

I groaned, running my hands through her hair as she sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my shaft. Her hands cupped my balls, massaging them gently as she took me deeper, her throat constricting around me. I had never experienced such expert fellatio, and I struggled to hold back my orgasm.

“Ava, wait,” I gasped, pulling her away gently. “I want to taste you, too.”

She stood, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

I led her to the couch, pushing her down gently onto the cushions. Ava’s dress rode up, revealing her smooth thighs and the lacy black panties that barely covered her sex. I knelt between her legs, inhaling her musky scent, my cock throbbing with need.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. Her lips were full and swollen, already wet with desire. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste her, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Ava.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hands gripping the cushions. “Right there, Blake.”

I obliged, my tongue delving into her wetness, exploring every fold and crevice. I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and sucked it into my mouth, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from Ava. Her hips bucked against my face, her juices flowing freely as I licked and sucked, driving her closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come, Blake,” she gasped, her body trembling.

I increased the pace, my tongue working feverishly, until Ava’s orgasm hit her like a wave, causing her to cry out and arch her back. I continued to lap at her, savoring her sweet essence, until her tremors subsided.

Ava pulled me up, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. “Now, Blake,” she whispered between kisses, “I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

I stood, positioning myself at the entrance of her glistening pussy. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself deep within her, eliciting a gasp from Ava. Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight, and I groaned at the sensation.

“You feel so good,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire.

Ava wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “Harder, Blake,” she urged, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Ava’s moans filled the room, her head thrown back in abandon as I pounded into her, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

“I’m close,” I grunted, my own orgasm building. “So close, Ava.”

“Yes, Blake,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “Come for me. Fill me with your cum.”

Her words were like a trigger, and my release hit me like a freight train. I thrust into her one final time, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself deep within her, my vision blurring with pleasure. Ava’s walls clenched around me, milking my sensitive cock as her own orgasm rippled through her body.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. I kissed her temple, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “That was incredible, Ava.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “It certainly was. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

As I held her in my arms, I knew she was right. This night had been a revelation, and I couldn’t wait to see what else Ava and I would discover together.

The Shrinking Confidence

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Jerry nervously stepped into Dr. Ava Collins’ office, his heart racing as he took in the familiar surroundings. The medical practice, with its warm lighting and cozy atmosphere, was a place he had visited many times before, but today was different. Today, he was about to reveal his deepest, most intimate secret to the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk.

Ava, a seasoned psychologist in her early fifties, looked up from her notes, her hazel eyes meeting Jerry’s blue gaze. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence and authority. She was well-known for her direct approach, and Jerry had sought her professional opinion on a matter that had been weighing on his mind for years.

“Please, have a seat, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice calm and reassuring. Her C-cup breasts were subtly visible through her blouse, a hint of her femininity that Jerry couldn’t help but notice. He had always found her attractive, but today, he was more focused on the issue at hand.

The 18-year-old college student sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He was of average height, with a lean, attractive build, but his confidence had taken a hit due to a certain physical attribute he believed was lacking.

“So, Jerry, you wanted to talk about something personal,” Ava prompted, leaning forward slightly, her eyes curious yet kind. “You mentioned it was regarding your… intimate life.”

Jerry took a deep breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes, Dr. Collins. I… I have a problem. A very personal one.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “You see, I’ve always felt insecure about my… my penis size.”

Ava’s eyebrows rose slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. “I see. And how has this been affecting you, Jerry?”

“Well, I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’m afraid no woman will ever want me because of it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s small, and I wanted to ask for your professional opinion. I mean, is it… is it really that bad?”

Ava’s expression softened, and she leaned back in her chair, considering her words carefully. “Jerry, I appreciate your honesty. Many men struggle with similar insecurities. Can I ask, how small are we talking about?”

Jerry’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s… it’s only about two inches when erect.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a moment to process the information. “I see. That is indeed on the smaller side, Jerry. I won’t lie to you.”

Hearing her words, Jerry’s heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had known this all along, but hearing it from a professional confirmed his worst fears.

Noticing his distress, Ava continued, “But, Jerry, size isn’t everything. Many women find satisfaction in various ways. It’s about the connection, the intimacy, and the skill of your partner. Some women may not even notice the difference if you know how to please them.”

Jerry shook his head, his eyes downcast. “But what if they do notice? What if they laugh at me or reject me because of it?”

Ava sighed, her expression turning more serious. “Jerry, I won’t sugarcoat it. Some women might not be satisfied with a smaller penis. It’s a reality you may have to face. But, there are also women who would be understanding and willing to explore other ways to find pleasure.”

“I-I just want to feel desired, Dr. Collins,” Jerry said, his voice cracking. “I want to know that I can satisfy a woman. That I’m enough.”

Ava’s heart went out to the young man before her. She could sense his vulnerability and the pain he carried within. “Jerry, I want you to know that you are enough. Your worth isn’t defined by the size of your penis. It’s about who you are as a person, your kindness, and your ability to connect with others.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and Jerry felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else.”

Ava smiled, her warm gaze holding his. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And remember, there are ways to compensate for size. It’s about the overall experience you provide. Foreplay, oral sex, and using your hands can all be incredibly satisfying for a woman.”

Jerry’s mind began to wander, imagining himself in intimate situations, his fingers tracing a woman’s body, his mouth exploring her sensitive spots. He felt a stirring in his groin, and his small penis began to harden, eager for attention.

“Dr. Collins, would it be… inappropriate if I showed you?” Jerry asked, his voice trembling. “I mean, I’d like to know if there’s any hope for me. Maybe I could… masturbate for you, and you could give me your honest opinion?”

Ava was taken aback by the bold request, but she admired Jerry’s determination to face his fears head-on. “Jerry, I’m not sure that’s necessary, but if it would help you, I’m willing to accommodate your request. However, I must ask that you respect my boundaries and understand that this is purely for professional purposes.”

“Oh, I would never cross any lines, Dr. Collins. I just… I need to know if there’s any chance for me with women,” he pleaded, his eyes pleading.

Ava nodded, understanding the importance of this moment for Jerry. “Very well, Jerry. Go ahead. Show me.”

Jerry’s hands moved to his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing plain black boxer briefs that tented outwards, showcasing his growing erection.

As he pulled down his underwear, Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of his diminutive manhood. It was indeed small, barely two inches in length, but it stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Jerry’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers easily encircling it. He began to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation. His strokes were slow and deliberate, and he bit his lip, trying to control his breathing.

Ava watched, her professional curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hand moved, the way his slender fingers caressed his tiny cock. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment, and she found herself transfixed.

“How does it feel, Jerry?” she asked, her voice soft. “Tell me what you’re experiencing.”

“It feels good, Dr. Collins,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I-I like the way you’re looking at me. It makes me feel… desired.”

Ava’s heart softened at his words, and she realized that Jerry’s insecurities ran deep. “Keep going, Jerry. Let me see you find release.”

He complied, his strokes becoming faster, his breathing more ragged. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as he pleasured himself. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

Ava’s gaze traveled up and down his body, taking in the sight of his slender form, the way his muscles tensed with each stroke. She felt a stirring within her, a mixture of arousal and compassion.

As Jerry’s pace quickened, his breath coming in short gasps, Ava leaned forward, her voice low. “Come for me, Jerry. Let it all out.”

Her words were like a trigger, and Jerry’s body tensed, his hand moving frantically up and down his shaft. With a low groan, he climaxed, his small cock pulsing as it released a few strands of warm cum onto his hand and stomach.

He slumped back in the chair, his eyes fluttering open, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face. Ava watched, transfixed, as he gently stroked his softening penis, his fingers smearing the sticky fluid across his skin.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That felt amazing.”

Ava smiled, her expression softening. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And I must say, you have a beautiful technique. You know how to pleasure yourself, and I believe that skill can be transferred to a partner.”

Jerry’s eyes lit up at her words, a newfound confidence shining through. “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Ava assured him. “But remember, it’s not just about the physical act. It’s about the connection, the trust, and the desire you build with your partner. Size is just one aspect of a much larger, more complex experience.”

Jerry nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. “I understand. And I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone like you.”

“Anytime, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice warm. “And remember, if you ever need to talk about this or anything else, my door is always open.”

Jerry stood up, his confidence seemingly restored. He pulled up his underwear and zipped his pants, feeling a sense of empowerment he hadn’t known before.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins. I’ll see you next week for our regular session,” he said, a smile on his face.

Ava nodded, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I look forward to it, Jerry. And remember, don’t be afraid to explore your desires, no matter how unconventional they may seem.”

As Jerry left her office, Ava couldn’t help but wonder about the impact of their session. She knew that Jerry had taken a significant step towards accepting himself, but she also understood that his journey was far from over. The world of intimacy and desire was complex, and she was eager to guide him through it, one step at a time.

Little did Jerry know, as he walked out with a newfound sense of self, that his story was just beginning, and the path ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, each one leading him closer to discovering the true nature of his desires.

Breaking Barriers

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The dimly lit office of Dr. Ava Collins exuded an air of warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the nervous energy that filled Roger’s body as he sat on the plush leather couch. He had never imagined himself seeking help for his personal struggles, especially not from a woman as captivating as Dr. Collins.

Roger, a 47-year-old librarian, had always been an introvert, his life revolving around books and the quiet sanctuary of the library. His brown hair, neatly combed, framed his green eyes, which darted around the room, avoiding any direct gaze. He was of average height and build, and his attire—a simple sweater and slacks—reflected his unassuming nature. The only hint of his inner turmoil was the slight tremble in his hands, barely noticeable as they rested on his thighs.

Across from him, Dr. Ava Collins, a 54-year-old psychologist, exuded an air of confidence and sophistication. Her shoulder-length brown hair, streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed her hazel eyes, which held a gentle yet inquisitive gaze. She wore a pair of stylish glasses that accentuated her intelligence, and her body, though mature, still retained a certain allure. Her C-cup breasts were modest but well-proportioned, and her curves were hidden beneath a professional yet flattering blouse and skirt.

Roger had sought her help as a last resort, desperate to overcome his lifelong struggle with shyness, especially around women. He had heard about Dr. Collins from a friend who had successfully conquered his social anxiety with her guidance. Now, Roger hoped she could work her magic on him.

“So, Roger,” Dr. Collins began, her voice soft and soothing, “tell me about your difficulties. What brings you to my office today?”

Roger swallowed hard, his throat dry with nerves. “Well, Dr. Collins, I… I’ve always had trouble talking to women. I mean, I love interacting with people at the library, but when it comes to personal relationships, I… I freeze up.” His voice cracked slightly, betraying his discomfort.

Ava leaned forward, her eyes warm and encouraging. “That’s perfectly understandable, Roger. Many people struggle with social interactions. It’s a common issue, and you’ve taken a brave step by seeking help. Can you tell me more about these interactions? What happens when you try to approach a woman?”

As Roger began to speak, his words tumbled out in a rush, as if he were afraid to lose his nerve. “I get tongue-tied, my heart races, and I start sweating. It’s like my brain shuts down, and I can’t think of anything to say. I just want to make a good impression, but I end up looking like a fool.”

Dr. Collins nodded, her expression filled with empathy. “Social anxiety can be debilitating, but it’s treatable. I’ve helped many patients overcome similar challenges. We’ll work together to build your confidence and develop strategies to manage these situations.”

Roger felt a glimmer of hope, but his anxiety remained palpable. “I… I want to change, Dr. Collins. I’m tired of being alone. I want to find someone, to experience… intimacy.” He blushed, realizing how intimate his confession was.

Ava’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses, and a soft smile played on her lips. “Intimacy is a natural human desire, Roger. It’s a beautiful part of life. And I assure you, with the right guidance, you can achieve it. But first, let’s focus on building your confidence. We’ll take this one step at a time.”

For the next hour, they delved into various therapeutic techniques, with Dr. Collins guiding Roger through relaxation exercises and role-playing scenarios. She was patient and understanding, her gentle nature putting Roger at ease. As the session progressed, he began to feel a sense of trust and connection with her.

“Now, Roger, I want you to imagine a scenario where you approach a woman you find attractive. Picture the setting, the conversation, and most importantly, how you feel,” Ava instructed, her voice calm and steady.

Roger closed his eyes, his mind conjuring an image of a beautiful woman at a café. He saw himself approaching her, his heart pounding, but this time, he felt a newfound courage. He imagined himself engaging in a smooth conversation, making her laugh, and feeling a warm sense of satisfaction.

“That’s excellent, Roger,” Dr. Collins praised, her voice breaking through his imaginary world. “You’re learning to control your anxiety and visualize success. Now, let’s explore some real-life situations. I want you to think of a woman you find attractive in your daily life. It could be anyone, a colleague, a friend, or even a stranger.”

Roger’s mind raced, and he thought of a young librarian he had often seen at work. She was friendly and always had a smile for him. “There’s a woman at the library, Dr. Collins. She’s… she’s very kind and beautiful. I’ve always wanted to ask her out, but I could never gather the courage.”

Ava’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she leaned forward, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “Perfect, Roger! Now, let’s role-play this scenario. I’ll be the librarian, and you can practice approaching me. Remember, it’s all about confidence and belief in yourself.”

As the role-play commenced, Roger felt his anxiety melt away. He stood up, walked towards Dr. Collins, and imagined her as the librarian. “Hi, I… I’ve seen you around the library. You’re always so helpful and friendly. I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime?” His voice was steady, and he felt a surge of pride in his newfound boldness.

Dr. Collins, playing along, smiled warmly and said, “Why, thank you, Roger. I’d love to. Here’s my number. Give me a call, and we can set something up.”

Roger’s heart swelled with joy, and he couldn’t believe his success. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I feel like I can do this now. I can’t wait to ask her out.”

Ava beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “I’m so glad you’re feeling more confident, Roger. And I think it’s time we take this therapy to the next level. You see, Roger, sometimes, the best way to overcome a fear is to face it head-on.”

Roger’s eyes widened, not quite understanding her intent. “What do you mean, Dr. Collins?”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Dr. Collins stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying gently beneath her skirt. She stopped in front of Roger, her eyes locking with his, and placed her hand on his thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“You’re a virgin, Roger, and you’ve been holding onto this fear for too long. I think it’s time you let go of your inhibitions and embrace your desires. And I’m willing to help you with that, right here, right now.” Her voice was husky, filled with a raw desire that surprised even herself.

Roger’s mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Dr. Collins, the elegant and professional psychologist, was offering to take his virginity?

“I… I don’t know what to say, Dr. Collins. I mean, this is… unexpected,” he stammered, his eyes darting between her face and the hand on his thigh.

Ava’s hand slid up his thigh, her touch sending shivers through his body. “It’s okay to be nervous, Roger. But I want to help you discover the pleasures of intimacy. And I think we’ve built enough trust for you to feel comfortable with me.”

As if in a trance, Roger nodded, his desire overcoming his hesitation. “I… I trust you, Dr. Collins. I want to do this.”

With a smile that held both tenderness and lust, Ava guided Roger back onto the couch, her hand never leaving his body. She sat beside him, her thigh pressing against his, and leaned in close, her breath warm on his neck.

“Relax, Roger,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Let’s start by exploring each other’s bodies. I want you to touch me, to feel the pleasure you can give.”

Her words sent a rush of blood to Roger’s groin, and he found himself eager to please her. His hands trembled as he reached for the buttons of her blouse, his fingers clumsy yet determined. With each button undone, he revealed more of her soft, creamy skin, until her blouse fell open, exposing her lacy black bra and the swell of her breasts.

Ava’s breath quickened as Roger’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened at his touch. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and guided his hands lower, to the waistband of her skirt.

“Undo my skirt, Roger,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to see all of me.”

His fingers fumbled with the zipper, his heart racing as he exposed her black lace panties and the hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, his fingers exploring the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

“Oh, Roger,” Ava moaned, her head falling back as his fingers found her sweet spot. “You’re doing so well. Keep touching me, make me feel good.”

Roger’s confidence grew with each touch, his shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. He slid his fingers deeper, his thumb pressing against her clit, and felt her body tremble as she neared her climax.

“Yes, Roger, just like that,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me cum, make me feel what I’ve been missing.”

With a final, relentless stroke, Roger brought Ava to the edge, her body convulsing as she climaxed, her juices flowing over his fingers. She cried out, her voice echoing in the office, a sound that fueled Roger’s desire even further.

As Ava’s orgasm subsided, she turned to him, her eyes glazed with passion. “Now, Roger, it’s your turn. Let me show you how wonderful it feels to be touched.”

Roger’s heart was pounding, his erection straining against his pants. He had never felt such intense desire, and he was eager to experience more.

Ava’s skilled hands worked their magic, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Her fingers traced his chest, sending shivers down his spine, and then moved lower, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down his legs.

His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Ava’s eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length. She knelt before him, her hands gently caressing his shaft, her breath warm on his sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Roger,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his throbbing head. “I want to taste you, to feel you in my mouth.”

With that, she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the head. Roger groaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions as she took him deeper, her wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft.

“Oh, Dr. Collins,” he gasped, his body trembling with pleasure. “I… I can’t believe this is happening.”

Ava’s mouth worked feverishly, her hands cupping his balls, her fingers teasing his perineum. She sucked and licked, her skills honed by years of experience, bringing Roger closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you to cum for me, Roger,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his cock. “I want to feel you explode in my mouth.”

Roger’s body tensed, his orgasm building to an unbearable peak. “I… I’m gonna cum, Dr. Collins,” he warned, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ava’s mouth tightened around him, her hand stroking his shaft in perfect rhythm. She sucked harder, her tongue flicking his sensitive underside, and Roger exploded, his cum shooting into her mouth, a hot, sticky torrent that she eagerly swallowed.

As Roger’s body shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm, Ava rose, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That was incredible, Roger. You’re a natural, and I can’t wait to show you more.”

Roger, still reeling from the intensity of his release, looked at her with a mixture of awe and desire. “I… I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never felt so alive.”

Ava’s hand reached for his, her touch gentle and reassuring. “We’re just getting started, Roger. There’s so much more to explore, and I’m here to guide you every step of the way. But for now, let’s take a moment to savor this experience.”

As they sat together on the couch, their bodies still tingling with pleasure, Roger realized that this was just the beginning of his journey. With Dr. Ava Collins by his side, he was ready to face his fears and embrace the pleasures that awaited him.

Little did he know, this was only the first chapter in a story that would change his life forever.

Your Perverted Therapist

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When you talk to people that have troubling issues in their past, it can be very interesting. Sometimes horrifying, but interesting. Some of the men that are my patients have told me very unsettling incidents from their past, and I soon learned the root causes of many fetishes are from past traumatic experiences. Some told me thing that were done to them, and I have to admit, although it can be very wrong to be aroused by a patient baring their soul to you, some of the things they described did turn me on. I can’t let them know this of course, they’d think I was some kind of pervert. Well, I kind of am a pervert in some ways. Aren’t we all?

Sometimes if a patient wasn’t feeling well enough to come for his in person appointment, I’d do a phone appointment with them and of course they couldn’t see me when I’d talk to them this way. More than once as they were relating things to me on the phone, I’d be masturbating in my office as I listened to them. Men that call me have confessed so many incidents over the years, things they’ve never shared with anyone.

One caller told me about how when he was younger he had a paper route and one of the last men on his route was an older man that invited him in one day when it was hot and he always had ice cold pop and snacks ready. Very convenient, hmm? So he went into the neighbors home many times and would have a drink and snacks and then one day the man asked him if he’d ever seen pornography and he said no. So the man brought out a stack of magazines and showed them to the boy and he was in awe at the pictures in the dirty magazines. This was of course many decades before the internet existed.

So soon the man graduated to asking him if he’d ever touched himself and the boy said no, so the older man asked him if he’d like to see how it was done, so he showed him and encouraged the boy to do the same, and of course things quickly evolved from there to blow jobs and hand jobs with the much older man.

Another patient told me how he’d gotten his first job at a service station pumping gas and the other guy that worked there taught him to masturbate and he would have him perform oral sex on him after the station closed before the young man would go home. He spoke fondly back on giving those blow jobs decades ago and how he loved to suck cock to this day in secret from any women he’s ever been involved in a relationship with, which is a very common thing clients tell me.

There’s all sorts of naughty stories like these, some a lot naughtier, that maybe you’d like to hear, or maybe share some of your own similar types of stories about some of your first experiences that were not quite the normal variety that you’d like to share with someone that you still think about to this day, even decades later. It’s incredible how some experiences can have such long lasting effects of men. Ones from so long ago that may have happened only once or a few times, and the people they were with are long dead, yet they think about these things when they masturbate to this day.

Being a phone sex operator has a lot in common with being a therapist. You are listening to people’s intimate problems, many times secret things they’ve never shared. Like a psychiatrist, it really is a privileged relationship. The info shared by a caller will never be used against them, it’s private, so they know they can tell you pretty much anything, no matter how dark, but I do have my limits, so let’s not be too perverted! A patient of mine once had a crush on me and asked if it would be possible for him to masturbate during our sessions as he lay on the couch. I knew it wasn’t really appropriate, but I said yes, feel free to do it. I was amazed at the size of his penis and I had to admit, turned on as he stroked himself in front of me. As soon as the session was over, I locked the door and masturbated myself. I was dripping wet and brought myself to three orgasms. Sometimes the head doctors are as nutty as the patients.