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Hi everyone! Back with a new story. Sorry it took me so long! Opinion if you have any suggestions or even if you just liked the story :).

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We pulled up to the office at about 7. I’d picked Stella up from work 30 minutes prior and we’d both decided to stop by Starbucks and pick up coffees for a mid-evening pick-me-up. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a French braid – she was wearing pink lip gloss and blush. She wore a white denim shirt romper that complimented her slight figure.

Stella slipped off her sunglasses and took a sip of her latte, “Ready?” She asked.

I nodded.

Stella and I had been seeing each other for about a year. We met at a Halloween party and hit it off after that. She was, by all means, the girl of my dreams. Funny, clever, and more than anything knock out beautiful. Her face was well structured, with icy blue eyes and a perfect nose. Her teeth were paper white and set straight. I wondered she was a model when we first met.

Life for the the first few months was idyllic. We’d go on dates, most of the time heading out to restaurants or clubs. Afterwards, we’d of course head to one of our apartments and make out or get a little handsy. When we’d made it official with each other, we both decided to take it slow.

After about two months were fucking and fucking often. Her tits were perky and rounded – not so small that they wouldn’t bounce, but small enough that they laid on her chest outright. Her pussy was bright pink and had a small triangle of blonde hair above it that she insisted on maintaining. Stella called it a ‘road sign for your tongue.’

I said “I love you” first, something I’d never done in any previous relationship. It was while I had thrusted deep inside of her and shot a load into her pussy. Gasping for air and moaning loudly, she said it back.

Things were going great.

Last month, we hit a rough spot…

It takes a lot to admit this, but our troubles began in earnest because I couldn’t get her to finish. It wasn’t a consistent issue, in fact, for a while we’d both cum in sync. But recently… not so much. Of course, this hurt my confidence quite a bit. Especially because I’d previously been able to do so.

So, with my confidence at a low, and her frustration at a peak, we had found ourselves at a very difficult crossroads.

Stella introduced the idea of sex therapy – believing that it could be the key to getting our shared intimacy back on track. Though I wasn’t totally on board, I agreed to go.

“Well, let’s go in.” She said. I gave her a small crooked smirk and grabbed my coffee as I exited the car. The building was a squat beige cement office, with the only windows exposing the reception area. As I opened the door for Stella, the wafting smell of incense came over us, a nice touch to relax those entering the building. There were a few couches, dotted with plush red crushed velvet couches. I sat down and grabbed one, running my fingers through their smooth texture. Stella leaned on a small dividing wall. “I think this will be good for us,” she said warmly, or at least trying her hardest to be warm. I nodded silently again. I still wasn’t sold on the idea that this sex therapist, who didn’t know either of us at all, could somehow repair of sex life. “Jason, I know you’re not all in on this, but please, give it a shot.” It was as if she read my mind.

“Ok.” I murmured softly, drawing a straight line down the pillow.

“Thank you.” This time she sounded genuinely kindhearted. I wondered I could sense a small tone of relief in her voice, despite my somewhat noncommittal answer.

The therapist entered from behind the dividing wall. Stella took a step away and turned towards them.

“Jason and Stella?” She asked, her voice low and steady. We both nodded. I knew Stella saw it too. Our sex therapist was… gorgeous.

Her face was well shaped, a little round , but with a defined chin. Her lips were plump and lined with red lipstick. She wore thick rimmed glasses and her hair was a scarlet red. Her dress was an understated turquoise that hugged her curvaceous body. I couldn’t believe how rounded her breasts were, even behind the denim jacket that she sported. The dress cut off at about thigh level, exposing the creamy skin of her legs. She wore matching blue high heels that accentuated the entire outfit. Suddenly, I was a lot more onboard with sex therapy.

“Come on in,” She said, motioning us over, “I’m Dr. Swan, but feel free to call me Claire. I believe I spoke to Stella on the phone for a consult?” I wasn’t aware of any consult, but it didn’t bother me. As we followed her down the corridor, I got a decent view of her swinging shapely ass. Stella hesitated answering the question, and I looked over at her – surprised to discover that she was entranced by Dr. Swan’s ass as well.

“Oh! Uhm, yes!” Stella snapped out of it, blushing slightly. Her lips curved up into a smile, the small beauty mark above the left corner of her mouth twisting with it. We both followed Dr. Swan into her office – it was homey and well decorated with wooden statuettes of figures in coitus. I smirked at one in particular of a the female figurine down on her knees licking the male’s carved out phallus.

“Enjoying the decor?” Claire said with a smile, as she settled down on a red swivel chair, crossing her legs as she did so. Her sumptuous thighs laid on top of each other, and her hands folded on top of her dress.

“Yeah,” I murmured, trying to look at anything but her cleavage, “just took me a second to figure out what they were.”

“One of my client carves them. He gave them to me as a gift after our last session,” she pushed up her tortoise shell glasses with a manicured finger, “if you’d like you can fix yourself a cup of tea or some water.” There was a small station to the left, complete with a selection of tea bags and a water dispenser.

“I’m fine – Jason?”

“I’m good.” I said, taking a seat on the plush couch. Stella followed suit.

“So. Is this the first time for both of you. In sex therapy, I mean?” Clair asked plainly, grabbing a mug from the table to her left.

“Yes.” Stella answered for the both of us. I nodded along.

“Good! I mean, it’s great that you’re here. I do things… a little differently-“ she waved a dismissive hand, “you’ll see. Well let’s get started. Uhm, Jason, right? In your words, what made you come to sex therapy?”

“Stella.” I answered, half jokingly. She shot me a glare. “Sorry. Actually I guess it’s… it’s pretty simple. Recently we’ve been having kind of a tough time – or, I guess I’ve been having a tough time, uhm… making Stella… well during sex I’m having a hard time…”

For whatever reason my mouth couldn’t form the words correctly. Embarrassment washed over me.

Thankfully, Claire put it plainly.

“You’ve been struggling to get her to cum?” It was about as direct as anyone could say it. My face scrunched into a frown.

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t feel bad,” She drank deeply from her mug, before setting it down, “has this been a long term issue?”

“No. Just in the last month or so.” Stella said, leaning onto the sofa’s armrest.

“Have there been… any significant changes – to your work schedules, sleep schedules, et cetera?”

“We’ve both been taking more hours at work lately. Stella especially! But I’m not sure it’s because of that.” I scratched my head, thinking on her question, wondering if there had been any changes that went over my head.

“Okay, let’s talk long term goals,” Claire said, leaning forwards. Her breasts pressed together, tempting my eyes to drift downwards. Stella’s eyes drifted too.

“I want to get her to finish. She deserves it.”

“I just want us to have a healthy sex life – sometimes when I don’t finish he gets very down on himself and it makes it hard to continue.” She said. I felt a jab of guilt in my stomach. It was true. If I came first, I lost all gumption to continue and finish her off.

“Ah. Well, let’s start with some talk therapy so maybe we can get to the bottom of this.”

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Forty minutes passed and the session was coming to a close.

“Like I said before,” Claire smoothed out her dress and referenced a notepad in which she had been scribbling throughout, “this seems to be a rather textbook case of sex drive disparity and confidence issues. I want you both, tonight, to do the exercise I’ve assigned you, ok?”

Stella’s face contorted into what I could only describe as a half smile half frown and nodded her affirmation. I was just as apprehensive. The exercise was strange – not impossible – but definitely strange.

“Can I ask what the goal of the exercise is?” Stella asked as she stood, downing the last of a water she poured herself earlier.

“You’ll see.” The therapist responded with a subtle glint in her eye. “Report back to me next week, I’m excited to hear your results.”

With that, Stella and I went home. The car ride was mostly silent. I felt a strange roll of anticipation go through my body. Almost electric.

We got home and Stella made a b-line for the bathroom, as I started up the dishwasher. Another roll of anticipation. Why?

It dawned on me that I was actually really excited for the exercise. It sounded sexy – and fun. And it honestly sounded like a boost to my confidence, which, obviously I really needed.

“Babe,” Stella called from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” I shouted back, leaning on the counter.

The door to the bathroom opened, and out walked Stella, completely nude, her perky tits bobbing gently with each step, her tight stomach flexing, her thighs wobbling ever so gently. The pink of her nipples dulled beautifully in the kitchen’s fluorescent light.

“I think we should do the exercise now.” Her smile was warm. Any trace of nervousness in her was gone.

I gulped. I managed an “oh,” and gulped again. My cock jumped in my pants.

“Get naked, Jason.” She demanded. I pulled my shirt off. My pants were soon to follow. I slipped out of my of my underwear and my cock bobbed as it was freed from my waistband. “Ok. The exercise says to stand 6 feet apart. Is this right?” She maneuvered herself a bit closer.

“Think so.” I said. My feet were cold on the kitchen floor. I could see the goosebumps rising on her body, her cheeks a slight rose from the temperature and her nakedness.

“Ok. I’ll start.”

The exercise was to point out the sexiest things on your partner’s body, and what you liked to do to that part the most. I was excited to see where she’d begin.

“I love your chest. I love grabbing onto it and holding your pecs while we fuck.” I blushed. The sense memory of her grinding her nails into my chest flashes in my mind. My semi-soft cock grew a little further.

“I love your nipples. I love sucking on them or teasing them. Especially in the car.” Stella blushed and shifted her weight a bit.

“I love your tongue. I love how it slides across my clit and across my pussy. I love how it teases my hole. I love when you kind of…” she got lost in wondered for a moment, “shimmy it down onto my asshole, and circle me there…” I could tell she was getting aroused. I was too.

“I love your pussy. I love how warm and wet you get. How tight you are. I love that I can feel your cervix while I pump into you, and I love when my cum dribbles out of you and onto your ass.”

Stella gasped. I thought if had gone too far. Then I realized she was biting her lip. She took a few tentative steps towards me. With a fluid motion she grabbed my cock and kissed me on the lips. It only took a few strokes until I got all the way hard. I placed a finger on her clit, and circled it gently.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” I murmured into her ear.

“No. I want you right here.” She said. Stella lowered herself to the ground, on her knees, and took a cursory lick at the underside of my head. I let out a stifled moan. I realized, then, that the blinds to the kitchen window were open. Our neighbors, if looking, would get quite the eyeful. She took the head of my cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue over it. The slight slick sound coming from below confirmed that she was toying with herself as she did so.

Now, her head bobbed back and forth, fervently sucking me off. I withdrew my cock, and pushed her to the ground. She placed her feet firmly on the ground, opening herself up to me as she giggled from my sudden dominance. I lowered myself down and pushed into her, thrusting in with force. She uttered a noise halfway between squeal and moan. I bit my lip and fucked her faster. Her tits moved up and down as I did, her hair tussled out on the linoleum white floor.

“Oh god, harder Jason.”

I obliged. I leveraged myself using the handle of the under sink cabinet and pounded her. She was wet enough that I met no resistance. Stella gasped with each thrust. I hooked my thumb into her mouth, one of her favorite moves, and she sucked on it.

The love in her eyes, the amorous lust that radiated out of them, pushed me over the edge. I came deep inside of her… and… to my surprise…

Her breath became short and ragged, her pussy tightened as her stomach clenched and she bucked her hips wildly.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. I pulled my cock out of her hole and she splashed a bit of squirt out onto the kitchen floor. “Oh, fuck.”

“So?” I said.

“So that definitely worked.” She said, referring to Claire’s exercises. I smiled at her as I collapsed next to her. Something still stuck out in my mind…

*Oh.*

She never mentioned my cock. Did she not like my cock? I know it’s dumb, but during the exercise…

“Stella?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you still… like… is my size adequate?”

“Jason?”

“What, I’m just asking if-“

“You just made me squirt all over the kitchen floor.”

“I know, but-“

“Wait. Wait. Why don’t we… why don’t we talk to Dr. Swan about this?” She said, still panting. “We’re scheduled for next week.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“You think?” I asked.

She nodded, with a smirk on her gorgeous sweat misted face.

“It’ll be fun.” She said.

*to be continued*

NSFW: yes

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