Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.
āAre you ready to begin?ā
She doesnāt reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.
āLetās get started. From the top, letās go over what happened that night.ā Her eyes drift down to the floor. āā¦again?ā She swallows her words. āTrust the process.ā
āUhmā¦ I went out dancingā¦ā The girlās unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. āAnd what were you wearing?āĀ She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. āā¦the clothes I showed youā¦ā He nods. āDid you wear them today, like I suggested last time?ā
Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. āā¦yesā¦ under hereā¦ā The man smiles. āThatās good. Youāve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didnāt even want to look at those clothes.ā He clicks his pen twice. āLetās see them.ā
Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. āWhy do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?ā
Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. āIt was a raveā¦ lots of girls dress like thisā¦ā He doesnāt respond, letting the silence invite her insight. āā¦I guess I wanted attentionā¦ā The man writes on his pad. āWell, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.ā
āWas a little drunkā¦ lost my friendsā¦ dancing on the floorā¦ some guy started touching meā¦ā Her small voice fades off. āMmhm. Touching you where?ā Sheās getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. āHe was groping my tits.ā
The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. āDid he grab you like this?ā The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. āNoā¦ was rougherā¦ā Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. āLike this?ā
She nods. āā¦pinching my nipples and stuffā¦ā He recreates it for her. āDressed up like that, itās no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on youā¦ā The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. āSo what happened next?ā
āā¦uhmā¦ told him to stopā¦ā He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. āWhy did you do that? Youāre letting him see your panties, donāt you think thatās a bit of a mixed signal?ā The girl blushes a deep red. āā¦I dunnoā¦ I tried to get awayā¦ he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.ā
āGoing somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.ā Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. āNoā¦ was just trying to have funā¦ told him to leave me aloneā¦ he grabbed my neck.ā The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.
āDid he choke you? Like this?ā She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. āWhat happened next?ā She shakes her head. āTell me what happened. Itās important for your therapy.ā He chokes her harder. āI wonāt let go until you do.ā Her head spins. āā¦kissed meā¦ā
Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.
āYouāre doing good. Letās keep going. What did you let him do next?ā
Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. āDragged me into the janitorās closetā¦ shoved me into the cornerā¦ā He nods and kisses her cheek. āOkay, weāll go through that now.ā
His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. āIām sure you were fighting more than that. Donāt leave out any details.ā The girlās eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. āCome on, tell me.ā
āI was crying, begging him to not do itā¦ I sucked his dickā¦ thought it would keep him from ā ā The therapist cuts her off. āLetās not get ahead of ourselves.ā He strokes her hair. āItās okay to cry here. Let it out.ā She sobs. āI didnāt want it.ā The man unbuckles his belt. Sheās back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.
The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. āSo, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldnāt fuck you?ā He doesnāt look down, but he can feel her nod.
Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows sheās running out of time.
āDid he cum in your throat?ā The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. āGuess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.ā The girl gasps for air. āPlease, noā¦ just let me suck your cockā¦ pleaseā¦ not that partā¦ā Her therapist lays his dick across her face. āYouāre almost there, keep going.ā
He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. āHe pulled my panties downā¦ forced my legs openā¦ heā¦ heā¦ā The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. āYouāre more wet than last time. Thatās good. Youāve made a lot of progress.ā Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.
She lets out a quiet scream. The girlās body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. āHe held you like this, right?ā Even as she struggles, she nods. āWas his cock my size?ā A pathetic whine. āNo, youāre a lot biggerā¦ā
The therapist pounds into his patient. āIāmā¦ā The girl twitches underneath him. āIāmā¦ā Deep hard strokes. āNoā¦ā She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapistās cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. āDid you cum?ā The man asks, inches from her face. āYesā¦ā He keeps going. āI meant the night that it happened.ā She looks up at him, filled with shame. āYesā¦ā
āYouāve done so well. Weāre almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didnāt he?ā
The girlās eyes light up with fear. āNo no noā¦ not that partā¦ please, no, stopā¦ā Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. āThatās what happened, isnāt it? Itās okay to let go.ā She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. āPlease, no, stop. I want to stop. I donāt want to do this anymore.ā
āIs that what you told him?ā He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. āDonāt cum inside of me. Donāt donāt donāt donātā¦ā She bursts into tears again. āDid he cum in you?ā The therapistās soothing voice makes her shudder. āYes, but I canāt go through that partā¦ I canātā¦ā He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.
The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapistās cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.
He relaxes on the couch. The girlās tongue cleans his cock. āDid you do this for him?ā The man slowly rubs her back. āā¦nu-uhā¦ā She nuzzles into his bulge. āYouāve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.ā
āI think youāre close to a breakthrough. Iād like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.ā The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.
