Breaking Barriers

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

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.