The Sex Therapist- SATURDAY

[Flurtayshus]

The Sex Therapist- SATURDAY
(currently closed for such_a_bad_man)

Dr. Dannah Wyman walked into her spacious office and smiled. She was exceedingly proud of herself because she'd finally earned enough money to open her own private practice after years of working for a public agency. Now she could do the type of work that turned her on, in more ways than one.

She admired the floating glass desk that was almost as big as a full-sized mattress, held up by brushed silver legs and eased gracefully into the black leather chair behind it. She examined her new client list. Each client was currently marked off for a whole day because she wouldn’t know how much time each would need for ‘therapy’.

She went methodically down the list:

Monday Morning- Alan Roberts, age 38
Thursday Evening- Donald J. Williams III, age 37
Saturday Afternoon- Dan Phillips, age 23

Feeling certain she was ready, she went home knowing that tomorrow she had another client.

...Saturday

Dannah unlocked the front door to her office, running her hand over her name delicately scripted into the glass itself. Because she was doing a client a favor by meeting him on the weekend, Dannah had given herself a break from her normal work attire of the suits and was wearing an orange sleeveless button down shirt over a pair of black capri’s with a pair of black heeled sandals.

Daniel Phillips was coming in today. She had to admit she’d been surprised when he’d called and said he needed to meet with her in a “professional setting,” as he’d put it.

Daniel had dated Dannah’s niece for several months in college and she’d always thought he was a nice kid. But for some reason they’d broken up and Dannah had never been able to figure out why. Perhaps she’d find out yet.

Soon after she sat her purse and keys down, Dannah heard the hollow sound of someone knocking on glass. She’d locked the door because Daniel would be the only client she’d be seeing on Saturday.

Turning the corner, Dannah could see right off that Daniel was miserable.

“Geez, Danny.” Dannah took his hand and ushered him inside, relocking the door behind them. What’s up?”

“You gotta promise not to tell anything I say to you.” He began passionately.

Uh-oh. This must be serious.

“It’s policy that whatever we say in this office is confidential. You don’t have to worry about me revealing anything.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

A small problem

Dan walked into the room and sat on the couch. He ground his hands against each other, wringing them hard. He fidgeted: tapping his feet, stretching his neck, flicking his fingers.

"Oh, is that coffee?" he asked as he crossed the office to the coffee machine and fumbled with the carafe. He did his best not to spill, but his agitation made this impossible. Dannah's intuition could pierce through and determine that he must be nervous about coming to a sex therapist, never mind the fact that this therapist happens to be related to someone he had a relationship with.

Dan crossed back to the couch, stirring his coffee. It dawns on him that he never put the cream or sugar in it, but he drinks it anyway. He sips it and is visibly calming down. He sets it on the coffee table in the office, forgetting a coaster. He goes back to fidgetting again, rubbing his forehead.

He stands again and faces Dannah. He takes a deep breath and thinks how to put what he came here to say. 'Well, she probably has heard everything in her line of work. But what if she tells..... Aw, screw it. Just tell her man.' His thoughts run through his head in the span of a second or two. He lets out his breath and speaks.

"Women can't make me cum. I love them and the sex feels great, but they can't seem to bring me over the edge. I usually have to finish for them. I try to pass it off by saying that I don't want to cum inside them, but that's not it. I don't know if it's me, or the women I've dated. I just don't know what to do." Having dumped his problem onto the therapist, he sits again and wrings his hands.

 

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Dannah

Dannah watched as Dan fidgeted around the room, all his nervous energy palpable.

She knew the best approach was to allow him to work himself into the courage to say what he needed. And finally he did.

“Women can’t make me cum.” The way he said it was more like a declaration than the issuance of a problem.

“Hmmm.” Dannah thought out loud. “Is there any possibility that men could make you cum?”

Daniel’s face transformed into pure outrage. “What?! NO!”

She watched him for a few more seconds. And the fact that she didn’t instantly believe him seemed to unbalance him. His gaze couldn’t hold hers and his hand involuntarily brushed over his crotch, but she didn’t automatically consider that an admission on his part.

Daniel jumped back up and began pacing around, one hand on the coffee mug. She watched as he walked back to the coffee maker and began shoveling sugar into his mug.

“Now,” She began quietly. “Is that your “I’m not gay” reaction or do you really know for a fact that men can’t make you cum?”

He whirled around a mass of confusion on his face. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it but I’m sure that’s not true. I’m not attracted to men.”

“What do you fantasize about?” Dannah asked an idea of how to test this slowly forming in the back of her mind.

 

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Dannah

Dannah watched as Dan fidgeted around the room, all his nervous energy palpable.

She knew the best approach was to allow him to work himself into the courage to say what he needed. And finally he did.

“Women can’t make me cum.” The way he said it was more like a declaration than the issuance of a problem.

“Hmmm.” Dannah thought out loud. “Is there any possibility that men could make you cum?”

Daniel’s face transformed into pure outrage. “What?! NO!”

She watched him for a few more seconds and the fact that she didn’t instantly believe him seemed to unbalance him. His gaze couldn’t hold hers and his hand involuntarily brushed over his crotch, but she didn’t automatically consider that an admission on his part.

Daniel jumped back up and began pacing around, one hand on the coffee mug. She watched as he walked back to the coffee maker and began shoveling sugar into his mug rendering the coffee undrinkable even for someone with a cast iron stomach.

“Now,” She began quietly. “Is that your “I’m not gay” reaction or do you really know for a fact that men can’t make you cum?”

He whirled around a mass of confusion on his face. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it but I’m sure that’s not true. I’m not attracted to men.”

“What do you fantasize about?” Dannah asked an idea of how to test this slowly forming in the back of her mind.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

What he thinks about

Dan leans back as he sits on the couch, letting his head rest on the wall behind it. He thinks back to the nights where he'd lay in his bed and dream about women sneaking into his room. He'd get so hard that he'd jack off and cum hard all over his sheets. He remeberred that a lot of the time he'd imagine asian women coming into his room.

"Well, I do fantasize about women. The only time I think about guys is when I take a minute to think about whether I can kick the guy's ass. I think it goes back to when I was picked on all through grade and high school. But as far as attraction, it's strictly women that get me aroused. I masterbate to pictures and videos of them. But when I actually get one home and in bed, I can't seem to crest the edge, so to speak. I'll get all the way there, but then just hang there. I'm not sure why."

Dan thought about the first girlfriend that he had. She was a "purist" so to speak. When he could finish inside her, she left him the next day. He figured that it was something about her and how they made love. When the same thing happened with the next girl he was serious with, he started getting worried. Then there was Dannah's niece, Jennifer. She was amazing, in every sense of the word. He figured it would work this time, but no such luck. As much as it pained him, he broke up with her before she got too suspicious. He knew what was coming, or rather what wasn't, and acted before things got wierd. He didn't want to put her through it.

"Do you know of this happeneing to people in the past? I'd hate to have a complex named after me." Dan was trying to crack jokes. He hated for a situation to get too heavy. He prefferred a lighter mood to anything else.

 

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Dannah

“Daniel, I assure you, you are not the only one this has ever happened to.” Dannah got up and headed toward a cabinet of drawers she had along one wall.

When she got there she pulled the drawer out and rifled through it until she found the two items she needed.

“Do you trust me to help you, Dan?” Dannah asked her client.

“Well, yea. That’s why I’m here.” He said looking up at her as she came to rest in front of him.

“Then I’m going to have you do something right now. A little unconventional but it will help me help you.”

“Sure.” He replied eagerly having no idea what he was in for.
Dannah pulled the blindfold out and slid it over Daniels head.

She watched as his mouth dropped open but said nothing. Once his eyes were securely covered she leaned down and began unzipping his jeans.

“Hey!” He nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Trust me.” She ordered him quietly and in a moment his hands that had flown to his crotch fell away to his sides.

If she wasn’t mistaken she actually saw him spread his legs a little farther apart.

Dannah deftly unzipped his jeans and pulled his semi-erect cock
out of his pants.

A soft moan escaped him and Dannah smiled in anticipation.

There was nothing she liked better than watching a man stroke himself to completion.

She took his hand next and poured a flavored body oil into it, just enough to moisten his palm.

“Now,” She leaned in close to his ear. “I want you to make yourself cum for me and while you are doing this I need to you be very clear about what’s going through your mind. Don’t leave anything out. Tell me blow by blow what it is that you are thinking as you become more and more aroused.”

“Are you serious?” Dan asked in disbelief.

“Certainly.” She said wrapping his fingers around himself and beginning the up and down motion for him.

“Talk to me.” She encouraged when he groaned and threw his head back. “Oh and Daniel I want you to let me know when you are about to cum. You are to stop then.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Inside his head

Daniel cleared his throat and lay back against the cushions of the couch. His hand was gliding up and down his cock, causing it to grow. Slowly, an image started to form in his head. It was a curvaceous body that glowed in some unseen candle light. The unnamed beauty was naked, laying on burgundy satin.

He hadn't realized it, but he had been reporting all of this to Dannah. "...on burgundy satin," was still hanging in the room. He almost covers his mouth with the other hand, but doesn't. If this was going to help him fix his problem, he needed to do as Dannah said. He continued as his hand kept stroking his cock.

"She's laying on her side. I watch her run her hands on her body. Her breasts have to be C-cups at least. Oh my god, she's amazing looking." He swallows hard, feeling his mouth going dry.

"I still can't see her head. It's like in shadow or something. Anyway, she's lturning and laying on her back and.... ohhh wow." He moans as he feels his cock getting hotter in his hand. "I watch her spread her legs and her shaved pussy lips. I must move over her, cuz I'm laying over her now. Ohhhh, I can feel her pussy." His hand was just tightening on his cock. The scent of the oil was filling the room, causing Daniel to become even more aroused.

"My hips are moving even faster." His hand speeds up, and his breaths come harder as he is getting more and more hot. "Wait, wait, the lights moving. I'm starting to see her face. I think I recognaize her...... ohhh fuck she feels great." Daniel doesn't realize it, but his cock has began to pulse. His scrotum was tight on his balls.

"Oh I see her. I see her face.... oh god, it's... it's... OH shit, I'm gonna cum." Daniel stops himself. Not because of what Dannah told him, it's because of what he sees. He sees Dannah's face, hair matted against her forehead, looking up at him. Was it because that she was the last woman he saw before starting to masturbate? He did find her desirable, but what did she show up now?

 

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Dannah

Dannah reached down to the base of his cock and squeezed firmly. Daniel groaned, his hips rising up off the couch.

“That was very good Daniel.” Dannah whispered near his ear. “I want you to calm down and in a minute we are going to try it again. I want the same exact result except there will be some added stimulation. Do you understand?”

Daniel nodded, his breathing raspy as he forced himself to calm down. Dannah watched as the heaving of his chest diminished and finally he was breathing normally again.

“Just relax.” Dannah cooed walking over to a stereo that was built into the wall. She hit the play button and the sounds of Enigma filled the room. She then walked to her desk and pressed a silent buzzer that called Kinsey, her secretary into the room.

Kinsey tiptoed into the room and stood waiting quietly for further instruction from Dannah.

Dannah leaned in to Daniel again and encouraged him to begin again. His hand began its slow ascent and descent and it didn’t take long at all for Daniel to arrive at his peak again.

“I think I’m about to…uh..Dannah.” Daniel gasped and Kinsey with her perfect timing closed her mouth around Daniel’s cock.

Kinsey, a buxom blonde who was hired both for her people skills and her own personal fetishes became very helpful in cases such as these. One of her fetishes happened to be strange men and their manhood’s. She couldn’t get enough, which was perfect because Dannah needed to show Daniel that he could indeed be brought off by someone else.

“Ohhhhh yea, oh Dannah!” Daniel’s hands came up and clasped the back of Kinsey’s head guiding her lips as they suckled him very much like the tube on a vacuum cleaner.

Dannah’s eyebrows shot up at that. So he thinks it’s me does he? The thought that he might be fantasizing about her put a whole new twist on things. It also put a whole new twist on the issue with her niece. Pushing that thought to the back of her mind Dannah signaled Kinsey who opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire length of him down her throat just as he began to cum.

“Oh! Oh! Awwww Jesus Christ.” The gasp escaped him and sent a shiver straight up Dannah’s spine.

“You,” Dannah leaned down and kissed the top of Daniel’s head. “Are well on the way to recovery.”

 

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Dan Philips

Dan lay there on the couch for a few minutes, coming down from an orgasm he didn't bring himself to. He loved it; he knew that it could happen. He didn't imagine that it would feel even better. His breathing slowed, returning to a normal pace. He still lay there in darkness; the blindfold still covers his eyes. He didn't mind. Something about it was exciting. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what's coming next. He couldn't place it, but he enjoyed it a great deal.

"Wow, that was incredible Dannah." He reached out for her, assuming that she was still hovering around his hips. His hand brushed against Kinsey's breasts rather inadvertently. Hedraws his hand back. "Oh, um, sorry..." Something didn't sit right with him though. He thought Dannah was very beautiful, but he didn't remember her breasts being that big. Of course, things may be distorted since he can't see.

"So what's next?" Daniel is very excited by the course of treatment thus far. So much so that he hasn't lost his erection. He doesn't realize it, but it's very obvious to Dannah and her secretary. Daniel is suddenly very glad that he managed to get a Saturday meeting with Dannah.