The Psychiatrist

He was a handsome older man.  Very proper.  Well educated.  She came to him with a problem.  She couldn’t orgasm.  In her early 20’s her beauty had attracted a number of men and boys and she wasn’t a virgin.  Whether alone or with one of her beaus she was unable to reach a climax.  At times she came so close but somehow, she was unable to go the full distance and it frustrated her to no end.

“How is it that you came to me?”

“You treated my friend, Jane Hollingsworth, for a sexual disfunction and she said you were very helpful and fixed her problem.”

“Yes, I remember Jane.  But her circumstances were very different from yours.”

“But I understand that you specialize in sexual dysfunctions.”

“True, but each case is different.”

“Tell me about your sexual history with men.”

“Well, I’ve had three boyfriends and one one-night stand.”  She blushed as she mentioned her one-night stand hoping he wouldn’t think she was a slut.  “My boyfriends were all longer term, lasting from 6 months to 1 year.  I had sex with each of them but was unable to achieve an orgasm.  My first boyfriend was when I was a senior in high school and he took my virginity.  We had intercourse three times and he wasn’t a very good lover.  When I graduated, we went to different colleges and lost touch.

“My second boyfriend was someone I met in my freshman year.  He was a football player and a very big guy.  He was a sweetheart and he knew I wasn’t having an orgasm.  He tried lots of different ways to get me to cum but nothing worked.”

“Did his cock match his size?

“What do you mean?”

“Did he have a large cock?”

“Yes, he was quite large.  The biggest I’ve ever had but it didn’t seem to make a difference.”

“Tell me a little more about what it felt like when he put his cock in you.”  She turned three shades of red.  She was very uncomfortable getting into the details of her sexual life with this strange man.  He was almost the age of her father and she was uncomfortable talking about sex to any man but she realized this was necessary if he was going to help her.

“The first time was a bit painful even though we had been making out for a long time before we decided to do it.  I was wet enough, I guess, but he was so thick that it hurt when he entered.  He pushed it in somewhat slowly but once he was in, his desire took over and he quickly started to do it very hard and fast.  And it hurt the first time.  We started doing it more regularly and I got used to his size pretty quickly, but I still never had an orgasm.”

“And the third boyfriend?”

“There was a year and a half break between Jake and Tom, my third boyfriend, who I met at the end of my third year.  We were in a Biology class together and were lab mates.  Tom was a very smart, nerdy type.  Not as well endowed as Jake but very sensitive.  We went together for a little over a year.  He actually broke up with me and I think it was because he knew I wasn’t satisfied even though I faked an orgasm with him a number of times.”

“And the one-night stand?”

“I was drunk.  I had recently turned 21 and occasionally, my drinking got out of control.  I met him at the bar and we went back to his place.  Not something I’m proud about and honestly, I don’t remember a lot about the details other than he seemed more interested in himself than my pleasure.  I never saw him after that one time.”

“How long has it been since you have had sex?”

“Just over 2 years now.  I think of a sexual relationship as nice but frustrating.”

“Have any of your boyfriends ever given you oral sex?”

“Yes, all of them and especially Tom who used to do it all the time.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, definitely.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the sex.  It was very pleasant.  Exciting, actually but in the end, it has always frustrated me.”

“Have you ever had anal sex?”  She visibly cringed at the question.

“Ewww, no and I’m not interested in ever doing That!”

“If I asked you to get naked here in the office, would you be willing to do that.”  She looked around.  The office had a large triple paned window on one wall facing the other half of the l-shaped office building.  In front of the window was a desk with a computer on it.  Behind the two chairs that she and Dr. Rogers sat in, there was a long royal blue couch.

“Here.  I don’t think so.  It’s kind of open to the public, isn’t it?”  Her voice cracked nervously.

“I can close the blinds.”  There was a pause while it seemed as though the doctor gave her a leering look at her legs which were crossed and naked below the knee where her light summer dress ended.  “Would you let me touch you sexually?”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yes, I think it is.”

“I guess so.”  She hadn’t thought this through.  Jane hadn’t mentioned any sexual activity with her and the doctor and she was expecting it would somehow be just talk.  She suddenly realized how naïve she was.”

“What would you say if I told you that if you trust me and let me have complete control over the content of our sessions that I could cure you in three or four sessions.”

“I’d say you were a probably a liar.”  She immediately regretting saying that.  Calling the doctor a liar.  But it was the first thought she had.  Another man interested in getting sex.  She smiled trying to make it seem like a joke but she thought, is he just another man interested in seeing her naked body.

“I have dealt with this kind of problem before and have developed a technique for dealing with it.  With your permission, I will hypnotize you and try to establish what your blockage is.  I will attempt to have you orgasm while under hypnotism and then once we have accomplished that, I will attempt to have you orgasm without hypnosis.  Is that clear?  Do you have any questions?”

“Is it necessary for me to have an orgasm with you in order to solve my problem?”

“Yes.  I believe it is the only way.”

“Will I remember what happened under hypnosis?”

“Yes, I think it is best for you to remember.  It makes the transference to real life easier.”

She had no other questions and so they began.  He placed a device on her arm.

“This monitors your heart rate and will help me know what is working.”  She nodded her assent.  He went to his desk and took something in his hand.  It was a small piece of carved glass.

“Watch the spinning glass bauble.”  He held the multifaced glass on a thin chain and started to rock it side to side.  The bauble refracted the light coming in from the window and blues and reds and greens and other colors shimmed in the glass.  It was a beautiful sight.

“Look closely and let the rest of the world fade away.  Feel it’s rhythm.”  His voice was low and masculine; soothing and sexy.  “You are moving through a tunnel toward the light.  Going deeper.  Deeper.  Your eyes are closing.  And closed.”

He put the crystal glass down and turned on some rhythmic electronic music.  “Okay open your eyes.  I want you to forget your inhibitions.  Imagine that we have been lovers for many months and have already had sex.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said but wondered whether she was really hypnotized.  She didn’t feel anything different, exept for his voice.  His voice was so sexy and stirred something deep inside of her.

“Please stand and remove your clothes and do it in a way that makes you feel sexy.”  She stood and unbuttoned her dress while giving him a wanton stare.  Slowly she removed each button from its hole exposing her pink skin and black bra.  Facing him she slid the dress off her shoulders exposing her bra in its entirety.  She removed each shoe with her foot, flipping the last one toward him.  She lost her balance a bit – not very sexy – but quickly recovered.  She dropped the dress to the floor.

Turning around she removed her bra.  She wiggled her ass toward him.  She felt it was her best feature.  Plump, pear, shaped, perfect.  She gave him a glance over her shoulder before turning around, hands covering her small grapefruit sized breasts.  Walking over to him, she stood between his legs as her hands left her breasts and moved to the edge of her panties.  He stared at her young breasts, still firm and full.  She slowly – so very slowly – removed her panties only a foot or two from his face.  Her pussy was clean shaven last night in preparation.  Just in case.

She danced slowly in front of him and he let her continue for a few minutes.  He wanted to test her willingness to be open.  Test to see if she still had inhibitions.

“Go to the window and stand there naked.”  She walked over to the window with no hesitation and stood in front of the window.  She covered her breasts with her hands.  The sound of her heart monitor was beeping a little faster.

“Remove your hands for me.”  She obeyed.

“is anyone watching you?”

“There is a man smoking a cigarette in front of the building but I don’t think he sees me.”

“Very good.  Please come and sit down Miss on your chair.”  She did as she was told.  “Spread your legs over the arms of the chair.”

The chair’s arms were low and it was easy to put one leg over each.  She felt a bit uncomfortable spreading her legs like this but she did as she was told.  He slid his chair closer and pressed his fingers against the lips of her pussy.  “Did you enjoy dancing for me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did it make you wet?”

“Maybe.”  He pressed between her lips and found the opening to her tunnel.  There was definite moisture at the opening.

“Have you ever had an orgasm when you masturbate?”

“I don’t think so.  I get excited but nothing like an explosion.  Nothing like what I am told it is supposed to feel like.”

“Have you ever used a vibrator?”  The young woman blushed at his suggestion.  “No.”

“Well that might be worth the effort., but first, let’s warm you up a bit more.”  He began to rub his fingers through the folds of her lips, stopping a couple of times to lick his fingers.  His fingers trailed up to her clit and when he touched her there, she startled.

“Does it bother you when I touch you there?”

“It just surprised me.  I guess.”

“This is a natural part of sexual intimacy.  You should get used to it.”  He used his left hand to open her lips and with a finger on his right hand he began to flick her little nub.”

“Just enjoy this feeling.  Let yourself give in to it.  Does that feel good?”

“It’s a little embarrassing.”

“Never mind that, just close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling.”  His fingers continued to play within the fold of her pussy.  Poking here and flicking there.  He slid his finger inside her tunnel just a little – to one knuckle – and circled her opening from the inside rimming around her reluctant opening.  He trailed some of her moisture to her clit which he also circled barely touching her stiffening nub.

Her heart monitor and her breathing told him she was getting excited.

“Slide your bottom down to the end of the chair closer to me.”  She removed her legs from the arms and slid her naked body along the leather of the chair until her bottom was at the edge.”

“Good,” he said as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and put his face in the crevice where his hand was.  He began to lick the full length of her pussy, his eyes focused on hers, his hands under her bottom.  She closed her eyes and he could hear the heart monitor beeping quicker.  His lips surrounded her clitoris as he sucked on it.  She moaned.  He released her button and flicked it with his tongue again.  Gently and rapidly.  After a few more minutes of this he decided she was excited enough for now.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, but…”

“But, what?”

“I have never let a stranger do this to me.  I feel shame.  Kind of slutty.”

“Inside all of us is a slut.  We are biologically inclined to have sex.  It’s in our DNA.  It’s natural.  All the shame you feel is unnatural and put upon you by parents, teachers, religious leaders and other authority figures in your life.  Were your parents very religious?”

“Yes.  Catholic.”

“Well, I believe that God gave us our sex drive for a reason.  And not just to insure procreation of the species but also for our enjoyment.  I believe God wants us to enjoy sex.  That it makes him happy to see us enjoy ourselves.  Can you imagine God smiling at us for enjoying our sex?”

“I don’t know.  That’s a hard one for me to imagine.”

“Trust me.”  She loved his deep voice and wanted to trust him.  He got up and went to his desk again and this time took out a vibrator.  It was a small 2 inch long cylinder.  He returned to his position on the floor in front of her chair.  He twisted the bottom of the vibrator and it hummed.  He placed it against her skin in the fold between her leg and torso.  She could feel its vibrations along her skin.  Slowly he moved it around in circles moving closer to her clit.  He pressed it against the side of the thin lip next to her clit.

“How does that feel?”

“Weird,” she replied.

“I want you to close your eyes and just concentrate on the vibrations.”  She closed her eyes, grateful that she could hide behind the darkness from him.  The vibrations seemed to be spreading throughout the general area and she could feel it tickling her clit.  He moved the vibrator back and forth against her clit.  Her heart monitor kicked into another gear.

“Now I want you to hold the vibrator for me.  Hold it in this area but feel free to move it around as you like.  Do not remove it or turn it off.”

She took the vibrator from him.  He lowered his head between her legs placing his hands under her thighs.  His tongue poked at her hole.  He watched as she held the vibrator in one spot along the side of her clit.  Lifting her up slightly and sliding her closer to him, he began to move his tongue along the flesh between her two holes.  Lifting her higher, squeezing her cheeks with his hands, his tongue moved closer to her back hole.

No, she thought.  Don’t touch me there.  I’m dirty there.  But he continued and she felt his tongue rim her brown hole, gently touching her puckered folds, opening them.  She tensed her ass.

“Just relax,” he said.  “You’ll enjoy this.”  She didn’t respond right away but as his tongue continued its assault on her nether region her body gave in to the feeling and she realized how good it felt.  He continued this for quite some time as she slipped the vibrator between her folds and felt its vibration more directly on her clit.  She was breathing hard and moaning.

He was hoping the vibrator would be enough to do the trick but it wasn’t.  He lowered her to the seat and took the vibrator from her.  Twisting it he achieved another level of vibration.  He pressed two fingers against her pussy opening.  Pressing and rolling his fingers until he was able to get both inside of her he slowly entered her with them.  She was soaking wet.  He watched as she moved the vibrator around the area of her clit.

“Imagine you have been captured by a band of men and they have put you on display naked and attached machines to you.  You are in front of a window and men are watching you from outside.  Your legs are spread wide open.  These machines are designed to make you cum but they do not cover any of your private parts.  One is attached to your clit and one is in your pussy.  You cannot stop them.  And you cannot help but cum in front of them.  When you are done being on display these men will have their way with you.  Sometimes two or three at once.  And others follow continuing to fuck you, one after the other, for hours of sex.”

His words created vivid images for her.  A fantasy she had never had but nonetheless it turned her on.  His fingers penetrated her deeper until he found her g-spot.  He rolled his fingers against her spot.  Then began to push in and out of her, pressing her g-spot, rubbing her inside her tight pussy.  His fingers moved faster and the higher vibrations on her clit was suddenly bringing her to the brink.

Then suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, she began to squirt.  She screamed as her juices let go and she gushed juice out of her.  Pissing on his face and his shirt.  She was cuming.  She felt her pussy clutch his fingers in waves.  She was embarrassed by the flow of her juices and the mess it was making but once she started, she wanted to continue forever.

She came a few times.  She didn’t count but knew this was her first orgasm.  She had never felt anything like this before.  It was amazing.

He removed his fingers, got up and went to a closet where he removed his soaking wet shirt.  Luckily, he had another shirt in his closet.   She lay in a puddle of sex, spent, not moving.  She turned the vibrator off.  Another door led to a bathroom where he obtained some tissues.  Coming back to her he cleaned her up with the tissue.

She couldn’t help but notice his large cock under his pants and watching him change his shirt gave her a warm feeling.  He was a good man and a handsome man at that.  She felt bad that her orgasm was one sided and that he was obviously still excited.

“You can put your clothes on now and I will end the hypnosis.”

She had forgotten that she had been hypnotized.  After she was dressed, he ended the hypnosis.

“When I snap my fingers, you will come out of the hypnotic state but you will remember ever detail of what happened.”  Snap.

She felt a mix of emotions.  Satisfaction at her first orgasm.  Embarrassment at cuming on front of a stranger.  She was horrified by the way her pussy gushed all over this man.  She felt guilty about leaving him hard.  She wondered if she did the right thing coming to him but, yes, that orgasm – my god it was great, she thought.

“So, will I see you again next week.  Same time.”

“Yes, doctor.”

About rushmorejudd

Independent author of erotic stories.
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6 Responses to The Psychiatrist

  1. tripx713 says:

    Fantastic story!

  2. T says:

    Waiting on the next session…

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