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(FF, nc, mast, oral, mc) *** I'm a practicing psychologist in a large profession office of psychologists, counselors, psychiatrists, Internal medicine specialist Holistic practitioners, massage therapists, and hypno-therapists. We have inexpensive evening and weekend classes on yoga, meditation, and other exotic therapies, we even have a priest, a minister, and a rabbi that we can refer people too. We seem to have all bases covered. But every year we usually add one or two more therapists. We pride ourselves on the fact that we are open minded in the attempt to cure or at least comfort patients going through difficult mental ordeals. Often my role in taking care of patients seems to be triage. That is, I talk to them, analyze them and then decide which type treatment would benefit them the most. They may see me several times in a long course of treatment here. I don't have much time to do therapy. But I do some treatment on a weekly basis, just not as much as when I had in my private practice downtown. One after noon I was greeted by a patient named Peaches. I sat in my office analyzing her statements. What I concluded was that since she had several rounds of drug therapy over the last 2 years for depression and alienation, she might benefit from touch therapy, modeling therapy, and perhaps hypnosis. She also had counseling. So I decided to pair her with a roll model for "Modeling therapy". That is, she would spend up to 3 hours a day 2x a week with an adult counselor, usually a college student or a psychology intern, both in and out of our facility. We needed to reconfigure her negative thinking and show her how to do things in a confident way, out in the real world of shopping, doing chores around home, interaction with potential friends. Peaches said this sounded intriguing. For touch therapy I recommended therapeutic massage twice a week (with aroma therapy). This comprised a large part of touch therapy. But the best was yet to come, and she didn't even know it. I asked her to wait while I ran to the Xerox room to make copies of her report. I heard strange noises coming out of the tiny 8' x 8' room. I pushed on the slightly ajar door, and saw Ron and Tia necking. Her skirt was hiked up, and I could see she wore no panties, just stocking and a garter belt. He was feeling up the globes of her ass. Then he turned her that she was sprawled over the Xerox machine. She was whining and mewling eager to be serviced. I watched as his finger and played with her bodily orifices and clit. I heard him unzip his slacks, he turned sideways listening for footsteps, and it was then I saw his massive prick, it was not only long, but very, very thick. I much prefer a fat penis to an overly long one. I began to get wet and twitchy between the legs as he turned to Tia -- bent over the Xerox -- and asked, "You want it now baby?" "Yes now Ron! Hurry before we get caught. I'm dying for it, I cant wait any longer!" He obliged her. His hand grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy opening while the other hand was playing with her clit, and pinching nipples. She wiggled, seeking an orgasm. "Ron hurry," she implored, "someone might walk in, the door doesn't lock!" Suddenly the beast was all the way inside her and stroking in and out like an animal in heat. He had both hands on her hips to help spear her even deeper. In just a few moments they came in unison, panting, and gasping for breath. Tia pushed him off her and pulled down her skirt and smoothed it. Ron put his penis back in his pants and tucked his shirt in and they stood holding each other for a moment, trying to control their breathing and basking in the afterglow. This is when I took off. I don't like to get involved in the private business of our staffers. Especially funny business. I went up to floor 2 and made my copies. Returning to Peaches, I suggested we try some hypnosis this afternoon to plant suggestions in her subconscious that might help her. Some call this, suggestion therapy. Peaches was a college freshman - 18 and not a virgin, according to my questionnaire. She had volunteered that she'd had intercourse only once with a boy in her English class. He had even used a rubber without her even having to nag him. She said that they still have lunch sometimes, but neither of them ever brought up trying it again. Peaches said there were so many nice boys in her class, she wanted to be "united as one" with each and every one of them, life was so exciting she wanted to experience them all. I of course told her it might not be such a good idea and actually dangerous, then said. "Don't you have any female friends? You just named 5 male friends. What about other girls?" Peaches replied, "Well, just my roommate Lollie we're pretty good friends, and then there's the girl across the hall. Some say she is bisexual, but I don't believe that. I only see mostly boys going in to her room. The only girls I see go in there are the ones who ask her to help with assignments." She made some nasty remarks about her mother and women in general. So finally I said, "You really don't like women do you?" "No. I guess I don’t." I thought this might explain her urge toward promiscuity. She needed to compliment her circle of friends by having some female friends to balance things out. I thought about what be best. Then I remembered an exotic treatment that hadn't been mentioned much in the literature. It was nebulous as to legality, but if it cured my patient, it was worth it. I called the massage therapist and asked if she had any openings. She did. So the next session we had I said, "Peaches, I want you to go down the hall to room 16 for a massage." She looked a bit uncomfortable, so I asked her what the matter was. "C-can I leave my socks and panties on? I'm shy." To which I replied, "I doubt it, but ask the therapist. Her name is Jean. I'm going to give you a hypnosis session afterwards and I want you to be completely relaxed." Well, an hour went by, and sure enough, Jean did have Peaches remove everything so she was completely nude. But Peaches loved the massage and the beautiful scented oils, and that made up for it. Out went Jean, and in came me. "How do you feel? I want you to look at that shiny place on the ceiling and the sound of my voice will make you feel even more relaxed than ever before. I did a guided visualization, and told her subconscious: women are nice, they care for you. Your mother cares for you. And other positive things. Women are allies, that sort of thing. Now came the new therapy I wanted to try on her. I pulled her down to the end of the massage bed and removed the sheet from her lower half. With my fingers I rubbed her tummy in big circles. Then I rubbed her mound very gently, my finger delicately stroked her clitoris and went all the way in her vagina. I parted her legs and pulled back the labia and delicately went down on her. Her little clit was straining out. Giving her an orgasm would not be easy I know, but she moaned and whimpered her satisfaction and approval, still under hypnosis. I asked, "Does that feel good? Do you like how you feel? She eagerly nodded her head, eyes still closed, a smile on her face. I slowly turned her on her side and began working my oily-slickened finger into her rectum, massaging her internally behind the uterus, while flicking my tongue over her throbbing clitoris until at last her body stiffened and she writhed in orgasm. She softly cried out her release. My point in going down on her was to plant the suggestion in her mind that women are nice and can make you feel good and can take care of you and they aren't at all frightening, so you shouldn't fear women. This seemed to be one of her big hang-ups. Letting her rest a bit, I covered her and then I called her out of the trance. Jean came back to get Peaches up and help her get dressed. I went back to my office and charted worked on my file notes. I have to admit that I was so horny from all I had seen and done that day that I locked my door and rubbed myself until I came, I had to be careful not to groan out loud when my climax hit. Thinking about Peaches' young tight body and how she'd gasped when I'd given her orgasm, made mine all that much better. It was just what I needed. I lay there for along time savoring the feeling and the relaxation it brought before I could get up. Then I heard a knock at the door and knew Peaches was standing on the other side, waiting for the rest of her therapy session. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49