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   TROUBLE SLEEPING
   That night, the man couldn't sleep.  He had trouble sleeping due to the
constant hard on, thinking about her and her body.  The next day, at ten
minutes before 3 pm, he reported for his appointment, and she met him at
the reception desk.
   They had met a week before in her office for a short meeting.  Marque
handed her a file with information about his addiction.  She also requested
for pictures.  He had to send them before the interview.
   In her office, she asked him to sit down, and then started slowly, with
a neutral look on her face to ask detailed questions about his addiction.
She had a sexy sound to her voice.  First, she was a little worried that
her patient might not report the details what she wanted to know.
   Staring at her, unable to stop, he felt his heart race.  A sudden and
unexpected erection was throbbing uncontrollably in his pants.  Marque
dropped his briefcase on the floor.  She asked him to get seated in another
chair.
   Her study focused on the understanding addictive masturbatory behavior
in males.  She had been looking for potential sex addicts through Internet
chat rooms and Marque was one of those she wanted to learn more about.
   She was wearing a mid-tight length skirt, and was seated in front of him
at an favorable angle of view.  When crossing and uncrossed her long legs,
Marque was getting a generous show of supple thigh flesh and an occasional
flash of pink panties.  She leaned back in her chair a bit more.
   She pondered the man seated before him.  He didn't know that she was all
wet and that she, breaking all the rules of her profession, had been
touching her pussy and clit minutes before his arrival.
   Marque looked to his therapist.  His appetite for her naked legs was
growing.  He hoped she would spread them open, just a little more, he
thought.  Suddenly, she changed her position.  The therapist was no longer
leaning back in her chair.  She leaned forward, looking intently at her
patient, but at the same time showing the globes of her breasts.
   The patient hoped they would drop out and stay there for his admiration.
She thought that he had become quite disoriented but wasn't difficult to
communicate with.  She was sexually attractive, radiating the lust of an
animal and the man followed every single move she made.
   "Why don't you take a place on the couch so you can be comfortable." She
said to him.  She probed gently about Marque's history and his family,
marriage, relations, when he started masturbating, what he used to
stimulate himself, where he had done it, if ever caught, etc."
   Sexual feelings flooded Marque's blurred mind.  She was on the verge of
smile, things were proceeding as she had planned and she suggested.  "Take
off your shoes and stretch out on the couch."
   Her patient was obedient and co-operative now, removed his shoes and got
down couch.  Marque did what she suggested.  She walked over, examined him,
standing beside him for a while.  She would be seated in a chair behind his
head where she would be taking notes and use the opportunity to observe
Marque's reactions and behavior.
   "Tell me what your first thoughts were when you entered this room." She
said.  "I want you to tell me the truth and leaving noting outside. 
Please, I want to gain your confidence.  The result of our discussion
depends on how openly we can touch the problems described in the notes you
have sent me."
   She didn't mention the pictures, but she was looking at the numerous
large size printouts of a man holding his cock with one or both hands. 
There were several pictures of him ejaculating.  The cock was huge.  She
was aroused.
   "Last night I couldn't sleep at all while I was thinking about this
meeting," he told her.  "I'm used to spend a lot of time in on-line chat
rooms, looking to score in cyberchats with hot chicks.  Last night, I was
fantasizing about you.  Had some pretty wild things on my mind, fantasies
about what we would be doing here together.  This afternoon, with you."
Marque said.
   "What did you think about?" She said.
   "It was about your looks, your body, your tits and all those fantasies
made me hard," Marque continued.
   She became increasingly aware of a tingling in her clit and her pussy
juices flowing copiously.  This therapy session was going to be quite a
different one.  She knew from the beginning, she would be a part of the
problem, maybe also the solution.
   "Does this make your pussy wet?" Marque asked.  "Do you ever
masturbate?" He said and moved his hand to hide a big bulge in his pants.
   She noticed the excessive wetness between her thighs and poked an
exploratory finger up into her pussy.  He couldn't see what she was doing.
   "Please continue, let me know more about your addiction to sex and what
makes you to be in a continuous state of excitement?" She said.  "Let me
ask the questions," She said with a polite voice.
   Somewhat resigned, she moved her hands between her legs and used her
fingers to peal back her pussy lips further exposing the glistening sweet
pink of her cunt.
   He continued to explain his masturbation habits.  Where he did it.  How
many times a day.  Her patient never seemed never to get enough.  She was
fully aware that his cock was rock hard and begging to be set free, but she
had to stay calm and play her role as a professional.
   "I've been feeling horny all day," he told her.  "When I was driving
here I was rubbing my dick and getting myself hard in my pants.  This
meeting has been on my mind since I wrote you the information and as you
wanted to have photographs about me," he said to her.  The dick was rock
hard and jumping up and down under his two hands concealing it.
   "Are you touching yourself through your pants?" She spoke to him with a
quiet voice.  For a moment she was tempted to unleash a veritable flood of
her own frustrations.
   She didn't have a relationship for the moment being and was pretty horny
herself, most of the time.  The file about the man on the couch was quite
revealing and looking at the attached pictures had made her flush again.
   He was so surprised at the realization that she would let him speak
freely and said nothing for a few seconds.  The man wasn't sure about what
to say or do.  This was a new situation for him.  How much could he tell or
share?
   "Is something wrong?" She asked.  "I'm not trying to resist any of your
temptations.  I just like to know what makes you do it so often and all
these places you have described in your notes," she said.  "I'm listening
to your story and making my notes, please go ahead."
   "Yes, I just can't seem to collect my thoughts.  My mind drifts off when
I'm supposed to tell you about my addiction.  Last night while thinking
about you, I did stroke it faster and faster, pretending it was inside your
pussy and your pussy muscles were clamped down on me, grasping my cock
hard," he said to her.  "Do you think such a compulsion is abnormal?"
   She ran her finger inside the elastic of her panties and touched her
pussy lips again, knowing the man on the couch couldn't see what she was
doing.  He spoke softly, still a little insecure about what he could say.
   "Yes, we all have them, but it's possible that you have an abnormally
strong sex drive.  Still, it's too early to say if it's an illness or if it
can be treated by some means," she explained.  "I guess, you're not married
and it might be one of the reasons that you have to masturbate so
frequently."
   Her questions, observations and eyes now seemed to penetrate and prying
at the patient's innermost secret thoughts and sexual compulsions.  She
wanted every little detail to surface.
   She felt a strange symbiotic attraction and dependence on him.  She took
a deep breath and closed her eyes.  Opening and closing her eyes she took a
new deep breath to regain her composure.
   As she sat writing down some new notes, she did occasionally squeeze her
thighs together and release them constantly trying to build friction on her
clit.  Her nipples were rock hard while she was intensively concentrated on
the story the man was telling her.
   After about thirty minutes she got up and walked to a door behind her
desk, opening it, bending down, and searching to find something in a
drawer. Her short dress was moving up and revealing the naked buttocks and
he could see her pink panties and the contours of a camel toe from his laid
back position on the coach.
   She closed the door, locking it, turned around and moved back to her
chair with white a box in her hand.  Her heart was pounding and her
breathing became abrupt for a while.
   She turned back to her chair, got seated and quietly lifted her skirt,
then hesitated with her thumbs under the panty elastic, told the man to
continue his story while she opened the box and took out a dildo.
   She moved it inside her well lubricated and wide open pussy.  Then she
let the skirt fall down over it, took her notepad and continued to make
notes like nothing special had happened.
   She glanced at him over his head shoulder in desperation.  He hadn't
moved his head but he was now holding his erect cock through the panties.
   He said nothing and didn't move for what seemed like a minute.  "What
are you thinking about?  What kind of thoughts are flashing through your
mind?" She said to break the silence.
   If he was trying to humiliate her, he was succeeding.  Why didn't he get
on with it?  Her face remained flushed, or rather burning.  She was looking
straight at the man.  He was touching the erect cock through the pants. 
She was able to see the bulge when he moved away is hand.
   "Are you comfortable on the couch?" She asked.
   "I'm nervous miss, or should I say madam, I don't know how to continue
my story." He said and was about to stand up.
   "No, please, you have to remain on the couch.  We are going to have all
the time we need to get down to the problem.  I have reserved all this
afternoon for this session," she said with a demanding voice.  "Close your
eyes and tell me what you vision and think about or what is on you mind?"
She continued.
   "What I see is a shaven vulva with thick bulbous outer labia, a fair
sized clitoris framed by prominent protruding inner labia," he said and was
quiet for a while.
   She didn't tell him her entire crotch was on fire.  The dildo was well
planted inside her aching pussy.
   "Do you feel relaxed or tense on your couch, with your eyes closed and
all those sexual images flowing through your mind and how does it feel
physically?" She inquired.  "Does my presence embarrass you and distract
you from doing what you would like to do this very moment?"
   "Well, kind of hot, my cock is causing me trouble down there," the man
told her.  "Oh It's inside you and you say it's too big; I see my cock
entering your pussy, moving inside and your lips are opening up for me," he
said.  "I can't help that these kinds of pictures do come into my mind."
   "What?" She said.  She had been thinking with here eyes closed.  In her
thoughts, the man was naked.  Not only that, but he was grinning down at
her, his right hand forcefully jerking his long, thick cock.  "What did you
say?"
   He was wondering what to say next and then asked her, "Have you ever
sucked a cock of some of your therapy patients before?" and continued. 
"With my eyes closed, I vision how you are taking my rock hard cock in your
mouth and you are blowing me until my sperm is streaming all over your
face."
   She thought about it in silence for a minute and heard herself saying,
"Sure, I guess it could happen.  Male patients are often having fantasies
about having sex with their therapist." She continued.
   He told her that she had to say if he behaved like a sex crazy.  "My
vibrating cock is now within inches of your spread labia and teasing your
swollen clit.  I can see how you are straining you hips forward in an
attempt to gain some gratification of the increasing need swelling between
you legs," he continued his story.
   "But for some reason, you can just touch the pre-cuming head of my
vibrating cock with the tip of your swollen clit, but can we can not get
enough pressure to be truly satisfying, only making us both more maddening
horny."
   "What is resisting you from entering?" She asked with a trembling voice.
She noticed that he was really nervous now.  He didn't know what to do; he
had no plan or ideas either.
   She just knew that if he couldn't satisfy the cravings shooting through
his body he might go crazy.  She closed her eyes and wondered what to say.
She didn't understand why she was feeling like this or what to do about it.
She had been supporting the man to do what he wanted, to express freely his
desires and compulsions.
   She was a normal thirty-five year old woman with a very high sex drive.
She masturbated almost every night before sleep, but, until now her
fantasies had been pretty normal.
   The man on the coach had now taken her to a new world.  His story and
the pictures of him masturbating had made her to send an email and ask him
to come to her office.
   She had broken up with a long time relationship and knew that the right
one would come along eventually, and she satisfied her cravings by rubbing
and caressing her prominent clit.
   At her house, the evening before the planned meeting, her knees started
to get weak, so she knelt in front of a big mirror and spread her legs.
   She had a new admiration for how sexy she looked and no longer wondered
if the man she was about to meet would find her attractive.
   Her hand dove between her legs and she started to roughly pull and pinch
at her erect clit.  It was sticking way out of its hood and her hips jumped
as she pinched it hard.
   As she awoke the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the smell
of sex.  She was still horny and had to masturbate again before leaving to
her office.  The meeting with the sex addicted man was to start at 3 pm in
the afternoon.  They would be all alone at the clinic.
   She now masturbated several times a day.  Found that it was really
exciting to do it just after she put on her panties in the morning.  She
seemed to be horny all the time, and couldn't wait until she got to go to
bed at night so that she could masturbate while looking at herself from a
big mirror she had installed in her bedroom.
   She looked forward to a more extended session with the man since she had
arranged to be alone in the office.  Her eyes were dilated and her breath
hissed through her teeth as she roughly slid her hand over her soaked
panties.  That was minutes before he arrived.
   She realized that she'd been silent for too long.
   "Sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.  I understand that these things are
floating on and off in my mind and I tell you about it while you are
accepting to listen," he told her.  "Since you are being so nice, and not
telling me to shut-up."
   "Yes, I want you to reveal what your feel." She said with a supportive
tone.
   The man was hoping that she couldn't sense how much her declaration
excited him.
   "Now, I'll open my zip.  My dick is solid pointing up towards you.  I
guess you can see how terribly hard I'm."
   She held her breath as she heard a shuffling noise of a zipper opening.
The man growled and her arousal intensified.  What the hell was he going to
do?  She felt light-headed, dirty.
   As she closed her eyes, the man started to move his hand up and down
along the shaft of his enormous hardon.  This is weird.  He was exposing
himself on her couch.
   Panting heavily, he paused, letting her see the shaking rock-hard cock
standing out from his pants.  "I can't believe we're doing this," he
giggled.
   His cock was like steel.  It was huge, maybe ten inches long, hopefully
not too thick for her urging pussy.  The tip was shiny with pre-cum and
only one meter away from her face.  She could have grabbed it and used her
pretty hand to give him a handjob.
   "What do you mean with us doing?" She said.  She opened her eyes fully
and blinked in confusion at the sight of his enormous organ.  "What's this
all about?" She shook her head in disbelief.  "This can't be true, oh no,
are you going to jerk your cock in front of my eyes and on my couch," she
said.
   Seconds later, he had his answer.  "Just keep watching, miss?" He said.
   From where she was seated, she had a perfect view of what was happening.
She calmed down, panting, sweat running down her body.  "Oh, no, this is
way too much." Her sex was swollen and red, the inner lips protruding from
their cover, as was her clit, which was more swollen then ever.
   The man was tightly gripping his shaft, milking it with each hard, deep
thrust, however, was too much for the man.  But she didn't ask him to stop.
He was assured that what he made was approved by her.  She didn't say a
word.
   His shaft throbbing and he grinned.  Hi didn't see her eyes go wide. 
With a loud bellow of triumph, his body jerked as gout of thick, white hot
jizz fired out of the end of his cock, the therapist watching at him
helplessly from the chair behind his head.  He pumped harder and harder,
his big fist was milking the shaft, draining every last ounce of cum he
had.
   Unable to move, the woman's body quivered in the chair as he gave his
cock a few last jerks.  He was tired, but still horny.  He wanted her, he
wanted to use her.
   She was startled.  Her own arousal was very high.  She was serious. 
Unlike this addicted masturbator, she had plenty of experience controlling
her emotions.
   The man looked at her and whispered, "Please, you can do whatever you
want to me.  But please, don't tell anyone what I've been doing.  I'm
ashamed.  Excuse me."
   She looked away from his eyes and whispered, "No, I want tell, not at
all." He didn't know that she had been enjoying the session with a big
dildo inside her wide open pussy.
   Seconds before the wanker on the couch orgasmed, she'd taken it out and
placed it back in the white box.
   She could feel the muscles inside her body tighten.  He looked up at
her; the sperm was all over his shirt.  He was a mess that was for sure. 
She was as out of control with lust as she had been earlier, it was zipping
through her.  She was confused and could find no rational explanation why
she knew that she'd submit to anything he wanted.
   His big organ was still semi-hard and despite everything she was
feeling, what she needed most was more sex.  She wanted to experience more
with this man.  Her cunt had been quite stretched out during the session.
The dildo inside her had made her feel good, but she couldn't take the risk
of making herself to cum.  She wanted him so much.
   
  
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