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A fine day. A new therapist. To be completely honest I wouldn’t have chosen a male therapist if I had the choice.

Not doubting their skills, but I clearly have a lot of sexual issues I need to deal with, so I’m more comfortable talking to other women, especially because my issues with older men cause situations like the one I’m going to tell below.

I suffer a lot with anxiety and I have been struggling to discover methods to relax. I told him that exercising does help moderately, but I have not had good results with other suggestions. He asked about my feelings, routine, etc. He was very attentive, was quite charming and laughed at my jokes. I was feeling pretty comfortable.

Still on the topic of relaxing activities, he asked how was my libido. I said it was okay, but that I did not have a partner. Well, I very clearly have daddy issues, an older man can not ask me that and expect me not to be instantly sexually intrigued by him.

That’s where the problems start, I immediately wanted that man’s approval and to be his object of desire. My brain told me that to win this interaction I needed to switch to flirty, hypersexual mode. The game had started, and I’m pretty sure he was a eager participant from the beginning.

I flicked my hair, stroked my exposed neck and confessed I had a hard time finding partners as I wasn’t confident on my own appearance, to which he replied “nonsense, you’re a good looking young woman”. I blushed, it was a genuine reaction, I have a hard time accepting compliments.

I decided to insist on the sex talk, I told him I knew orgasms could help relaxing, but I still haven’t had the opportunity to try it out. He said messages can also help, and asked if I had tried them. He asked if I would like to try it out, as he was also a trained masseur. I agreed and he said besides me on the couch, ask me to turn around and started to massage my back and shoulders.

I was being performatively loud, but it actually felt pretty good. I could begin to feel his hands going up front a bit, they were on my neck, clavicle, almost touching my tits. I moaned a bit louder and that was definitely a green light for him. His hands started to go down and at that point they were groping my tits and brushing my stomach, almost reaching my crotch.

I said I wondered it was really helping, I was definitely feeling good and relaxed. He said he could make me feel better. There was no ambiguity in those words, he was definitely making a move on me. I agreed, still a bit in a daze. He wasted no time, got on his knees and opened my legs, not forcefully, but not gently either. He lift my skirt, touched my clit through my panties with his thumb, but soon removed them, leaving me exposed, with open legs and a dripping wet pussy.

He commented on how wet I was and I teasingly said I was telling the truth when I said I had no libido problems, quite the opposite. He kissed my inner thighs, gently and slowly, while his hands traveled through my whole body. He pulled my body closer, i was basically lying down on the couch now and soon i could feel his tongue meet my pussy. His soft tongue explored my lips, vulva and hole, I could feel his eyes on me, although I couldn’t meet them mid the absolute drunk state I found myself, throwing my head back, rolling my eyes and putting my hand over my mouth to contain the vulgar sounds coming from them.
His hardened tongue met my clit, and I no longer had the energy to fake composure. He was licking my pussy like it was his last meal on earth. When I was close, he told me to look at him, he wanted burned into my memory that he was the one giving me all this pleasure. These words were enough to make climax and I came looking at his proud face, followed by the sight of him cleaning my pussy juice from his well trimmed beard, that vision alone could make me cum again.

I was still on cloud nine, with a smug smile he cleaned me and dressed me up again. I did not have to pay for that session.

NSFW: yes

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