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.
âAre you ready to begin?â
She doesnât reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.
âLetâs get started. From the top, letâs go over what happened that night.â Her eyes drift down to the floor. ââŚagain?â She swallows her words. âTrust the process.â
âUhm⌠I went out dancingâŚâ The girlâs unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. âAnd what were you wearing?â She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. ââŚthe clothes I showed youâŚâ He nods. âDid you wear them today, like I suggested last time?â
Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. ââŚyes⌠under hereâŚâ The man smiles. âThatâs good. Youâve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didnât even want to look at those clothes.â He clicks his pen twice. âLetâs see them.â
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. âWhy do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?â
Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. âIt was a rave⌠lots of girls dress like thisâŚâ He doesnât respond, letting the silence invite her insight. ââŚI guess I wanted attentionâŚâ The man writes on his pad. âWell, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.â
âWas a little drunk⌠lost my friends⌠dancing on the floor⌠some guy started touching meâŚâ Her small voice fades off. âMmhm. Touching you where?â Sheâs getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. âHe was groping my tits.â
The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. âDid he grab you like this?â The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. âNo⌠was rougherâŚâ Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. âLike this?â
She nods. ââŚpinching my nipples and stuffâŚâ He recreates it for her. âDressed up like that, itâs no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on youâŚâ The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. âSo what happened next?â
ââŚuhm⌠told him to stopâŚâ He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. âWhy did you do that? Youâre letting him see your panties, donât you think thatâs a bit of a mixed signal?â The girl blushes a deep red. ââŚI dunno⌠I tried to get away⌠he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.â
âGoing somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.â Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. âNo⌠was just trying to have fun⌠told him to leave me alone⌠he grabbed my neck.â The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.
âDid he choke you? Like this?â She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. âWhat happened next?â She shakes her head. âTell me what happened. Itâs important for your therapy.â He chokes her harder. âI wonât let go until you do.â Her head spins. ââŚkissed meâŚâ
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.
âYouâre doing good. Letâs keep going. What did you let him do next?â
Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. âDragged me into the janitorâs closet⌠shoved me into the cornerâŚâ He nods and kisses her cheek. âOkay, weâll go through that now.â
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. âIâm sure you were fighting more than that. Donât leave out any details.â The girlâs eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. âCome on, tell me.â
âI was crying, begging him to not do it⌠I sucked his dick⌠thought it would keep him from â â The therapist cuts her off. âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves.â He strokes her hair. âItâs okay to cry here. Let it out.â She sobs. âI didnât want it.â The man unbuckles his belt. Sheâs 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. âSo, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldnât fuck you?â He doesnât 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 sheâs running out of time.
âDid he cum in your throat?â The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. âGuess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.â The girl gasps for air. âPlease, no⌠just let me suck your cock⌠please⌠not that partâŚâ Her therapist lays his dick across her face. âYouâre almost there, keep going.â
He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. âHe pulled my panties down⌠forced my legs open⌠he⌠heâŚâ The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. âYouâre more wet than last time. Thatâs good. Youâve made a lot of progress.â Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.
She lets out a quiet scream. The girlâs body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. âHe held you like this, right?â Even as she struggles, she nods. âWas his cock my size?â A pathetic whine. âNo, youâre a lot biggerâŚâ
The therapist pounds into his patient. âIâmâŚâ The girl twitches underneath him. âIâmâŚâ Deep hard strokes. âNoâŚâ She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapistâs cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. âDid you cum?â The man asks, inches from her face. âYesâŚâ He keeps going. âI meant the night that it happened.â She looks up at him, filled with shame. âYesâŚâ
âYouâve done so well. Weâre almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didnât he?â
The girlâs eyes light up with fear. âNo no no⌠not that part⌠please, no, stopâŚâ Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. âThatâs what happened, isnât it? Itâs okay to let go.â She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. âPlease, no, stop. I want to stop. I donât want to do this anymore.â
âIs that what you told him?â He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. âDonât cum inside of me. Donât donât donât donâtâŚâ She bursts into tears again. âDid he cum in you?â The therapistâs soothing voice makes her shudder. âYes, but I canât go through that part⌠I canâtâŚâ 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 therapistâs 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 girlâs tongue cleans his cock. âDid you do this for him?â The man slowly rubs her back. ââŚnu-uhâŚâ She nuzzles into his bulge. âYouâve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.â
âI think youâre close to a breakthrough. Iâd like to bump you up to two sessions a week for the next little while.â The girl feels his half hard cock twitch in her mouth. He clicks his pen twice. She nods as his hands grope her tits.
