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Hypno Help
by Mark Phillips (sotborder@yahoo.com)

***

This story is about a man who seeks the help of a 
professional hypno-therapist. Although their intentions 
are good, sometimes professional relationships evolve 
in ways we could never imagine. (MF, reluc, mast, 
latina, fantasy)

***

Mark pulled into the parking space in the underground 
garage and put on the emergency brake. He sat there for 
a minute gathering his thoughts. He felt nervous. 
Placing his hand on his stomach he felt a fluttering 
anxiety in his belly. 'Relax' he said to himself, 'This 
isn't a big deal. A lot of guys have performance 
anxiety." He took a deep breath and opened the truck 
door, a slight wind blew across his face cooling his 
perspiring brow.

He found the office pretty easily. On the side of the 
door were numerous plants housed in different colored 
pots. It had a very comfortable, homey feel. He looked 
at the brass plate; Janetta Mendoza, Hypono-therapist. 
He took another deep breath. Mark grasped the knob and 
pushed the wooden door forward.

The waiting area felt inviting, like a soft nest for 
humans. It was painted in earth tones, browns, gold and 
mustard yellow, which made the surroundings feel warm 
and comfortable. Cozy would even be a good word to use 
He looked around the room, surprised that he was the 
only person there. 'Maybe Saturdays were slow days' he 
thought to himself. Mark plopped down on an oversized 
couch and looked at the brass clock hanging on the 
opposite walls. He grabbed a tan throw pillow that was 
propped up on one side of the couch and hugged it to 
his chest like a security blanket. It was almost 10:00 
a.m. His appointment with Jeanetta, the hypno-therapist 
he was supposed to see was at 10:30. 

He had gotten there early because he didn't want to be 
late. In the background he could here a piano concerto, 
the rhythmic tinkling of the ivories seemed to seep 
into him, releasing the tension in his muscles. He took 
another deep breath feeling the cool air-conditioned 
air fill his lungs, relaxing his body. He clasped his 
hands together and stretched his arms outward, hearing 
a slight sound as the joints in his elbows cracked. He 
was feeling better. He had done a good thing by making 
the appointment. He leaned back in the sofa and looked 
up to the ceiling closing his eyes, letting the fading 
piano concerto lull him to sleep.

In his dream, a beautiful Latin looking woman, naked, 
was laying next to him, her firm breasts pressing into 
his rib cage. Her fingers languidly running through her 
aroused vagina, while her other hand was... 

Half asleep, Mark opened his eyes and unconsciously 
jumped back from the woman leaning over him. She had a 
bemused look on her face. "Are you O.K?" she asked, 
lifting her hand off of Mark's upper arm. "I heard you 
moaning and I thought you were having a bad dream." 
Mark rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and refocused. 

Feeling sheepish and embarrassed, Mark sat up. "Hi, you 
must be Janetta?" 

"Yes, I'm Jeanetta." She held out her hand. "Nice to 
meet you Mark"

"Same here" he said lamely.

"Well," she said brightly, "Are you ready for our 
session?"

Mark nodded.

"O.K. then, follow me. My office is at the end of the 
hall." 

Mark checked out the therapist as they made their way 
back to the office. He didn't expect her to be so 
attractive. Mark always had a thing for Latin women 
every since he could remember. Blonds just didn't do 
anything for him. He never understood why so many 
people went ape shit for Pamela Anderson. Looking at 
her was like looking at a box of crayons, she just 
didn't do it for him on any level, even when she was 
younger and looked less trashy then she did now.

It was hard to guess Janetta's age because of the dim 
lighting, but he guessed she was anywhere from 35 to 
45. She had a superb figure; a dynamite rack, slim 
waist and long, limber legs. Her ass swayed invitingly 
with a come hither swish as they walked together down 
the hall.


Session 1

As they entered the office Janetta motioned for Mark to 
take a brown leather chair that had a light green throw 
blanket draped over it. He sat down heavily and laid 
the blanket over his legs. Her office was a lot like 
the waiting room. Everything was designed for maximum 
relaxation. If he laid his head back, he wouldn't 
surprise himself if he fell asleep again. He could hear 
muted sounds of crickets and birds coming from 
somewhere underneath, what looked like a large futon. 
On the shelves behind where Janetta sat her lithe 
frame, were a lava lamp and what looked to be a variety 
of crystals. The atmosphere was tranquil and relaxing. 

Even though he was in a very relaxed environment he 
could still feel some tension in his muscles. He turned 
his head cracking his neck.

They sat looking at each other for a few seconds. 

"Well Mark, tell me what bring you here?" Jeanetta 
asked. She took a clip board with lined paper from the 
stand next to her and crossed her legs. She was wearing 
a dress and Mark got a fleeting glimpse of her soft 
thighs as she accommodated herself. She looked at him 
attentively.

Mark was embarrassed. "Didn't you read the paperwork I 
filled out."

Janetta could sense his tension and nervousness. She 
had read the paperwork, but Mark had barely written 
down anything and she really didn't have a clue to what 
was bothering him so much, that he would seek the help 
of a therapist. 

"Yes I did, but I think it's always a good idea to hear 
things straight from the client. The more I know about 
you and your current situation the more information I 
will have on hand to offer you my assistance in dealing 
with it effectively, O.K.?" She gave him a warm smile 
encouraging him to open up.

Mark sighed. "These things are pretty hard for me to 
talk about. I've been dealing with these issues for a 
while, but have not..." He looked away, embarrassed, 
not able to maintain eye contact. Janetta waited 
patiently. She spoke softly like the way a cowboy would 
talk to a jittery horse he was trying break in order to 
ride, "It's O.K. Mark. I've been doing this for almost 
ten years and I have heard it all. Nothing shocks me or 
surprises me" She leaned forward, "It's O.K." she said 
soothingly.

"Do you promise not to judge me?"

" Of course. Anything we talk about is completely 
confidential."

He paused for a couple of seconds. "Do you mind if I 
kick off my shoes and make myself comfortable."

"Sure," she replied, wanting to make him as comfortable 
as possible. From experience she knew that the more 
comfortable he was with the process the better the 
session would be.

Mark kicked off his tennis shoes and sat cross-legged 
on the chair, draping the blanket over his lap. He 
folded his hands together tightly. 

He began to speak, stuttering at first and then with a 
bit more confidence as he began to describe what he had 
been suffering with. 

"Over the last few years, when I've been with a woman I 
haven't been able to get as excited as I would like 
when I'm with them. I start getting anxious and can't 
perform. Because of this I haven't had sex for a long, 
long time. In fact, because of how I was brought up, I 
haven't you know...done anything at all, for months for 
sexual release. I'm just too anxious to try and 
honestly wouldn't feel right about it if I did. I would 
feel dirty. Like I was sinning or something"

Janetta took some notes and then looked up at Mark. 
"Mark, when you say, that you haven't done anything at 
all do you mean you haven't even masturbated?" She 
looked at him with interested detachment, attempting to 
create trust, but void of any overt emotions. In these 
types of situations, it was important to proceed slowly 
and with caution. At this point in their therapeutic 
relationship it was important that Mark felt supported 
and more important that he trusted her and the process 
they were both part of. She firmly believed that a 
client and therapist should work as a team and she made 
it a point to solicit their input thru all stages of 
the therapeutic process.

"No," he replied, "I don't do that because I was told 
by my pastor that it was a sin. I mean...I wan...want 
too. You have no idea how difficult it is to feel...you 
know...sexual feelings and not be able to do something 
about them." Mark hung his head. He looked frustrated 
and dejected.

Janetta looked at him. Mark was a nice looking man. He 
was a little on thin side, but with beautiful 
expressive brown eyes. His whole demeanor was almost 
boyish in some ways. He kind of looked like a lost 
little boy. He looked up at her. She could see the 
anguish reflected in his eyes.

Patiently she told him, emphasizing her words, "Mark, 
listen to me. Masturbation is totally and completely 
normal. Everybody does it. If you didn't masturbate you 
wouldn't be a normal human being. It's a biological 
process that has been going on since the time of Adam 
and Eve."

Talking about masturbating was beginning to make Mark 
horny. He was glad he had the blanket draped across his 
legs. Feeling the telltale hardness of his cock 
straining against his shorts, he stretched out his legs 
and put his feet on the floor, raising his legs with 
the front part of his feet so that Janetta would not 
notice the bulge in the blanket. When Janatta stated 
that everybody masturbated he was tempted to ask her if 
she did, but was too embarrassed to do so. Besides that 
they were in a therapy session. This wasn't someone's 
dorm room.

Janetta looked at Mark with concern. Her words didn't 
really seem to have affected Mark the way she would 
have liked. "Mark, you really look tense. Maybe it 
might be a good idea at this point to put you under and 
get you into a relaxed state."

Mark was affected, more than Janetta could possibly 
know. Bringing up masturbation made him realize how 
long it had been since he had total and complete sexual 
release. He was kind of irritated at himself that 
talking about jerking off was making him horny. He 
couldn't stop thinking about the word. He started 
thinking about the times, months and months ago when he 
would masturbate. Besides Latina women, the other thing 
that he really enjoyed, and that got him off like 
nothing else, was watching videos of women having 
unprotected sex, especially when they were tricked, 
blackmailed or coerced into doing it. 

Reading erotic stories with the same theme also excited 
him greatly. He remembered a particular story called, 
"Nena and the Gringos." It came out around 1996. He was 
about 29 or 30 at the time. He had jerked off to it 
just about every day. He could feel his cock hardening 
further. Thankfully, he had worn boxers and not briefs 
under his shorts. If he had worn the latter, his cock 
would have snapped in half like a termite infested 
baseball bat. He tried to focus in on what Janetta was 
saying.

"O.K. Mark, all you need to do is lay back and the 
chair and listen. I'm going to take you on a journey. 
You won't be totally asleep, just that netherworld 
where you are both asleep and awake. It's where you 
want to be to maximize the effectiveness of the 
session." 

As Mark relaxed his legs and laid back Janetta noticed 
the large bulge in the blanket. Mark was aroused. She 
looked away. It was normal for men to develop an 
erection in this type of situation. Once he was under 
Mark would be so relaxed that his penis would revert 
back to its flaccid state. She began the session 
murmuring instructions to Mark's subconscious, willing 
it to absorb her words and relax his mind and body.

Janetta's voice had the complete opposite affect that 
she intended. The more Janetta spoke, the hornier Mark 
became. The timbre and cadence in her voice was 
erotically hypnotic. Her words seemed to have their own 
pulse; a soft, insistent, subtle movement that seemed 
to promise more a relaxed state of mind. The arousal he 
was feeling was almost tangible. He could feel his 
hardness straining almost as if it wanted to loosen 
itself from his torso and shoot forward on it's own 
like a missile. 

He breath was shallow and he could feel a glut of 
desire in his stomach. The kind of desire that 
overshadows and eclipses all other senses of the body. 
That overrides everything like the rouge computer 
program that movie that came out... the one with the 
robot named Hal. Mark couldn't stand it any longer.

He sat up abruptly cutting her off. "J-Janetta we have 
to stop." He gripped the armrests, his hands encircling 
them, his finger digging into the cool leather. He was 
obviously distraught. 

Janetta was thrown off balance, clueless to the depth 
of Mark's sexual desire. She stated, her face edged 
with genuine concern, "What's wrong? What happened? Are 
you all right?' 

Mark looked at her. She was more than attractive. He 
looked with longing at her, staring deeply into her 
eyes and then darting lower, his eyes feasting on her 
large breasts, devouring her; picturing her naked, 
spread out, wet. 

Janetta, taken aback by Mark's raw display of 
sexuality, protectively crossed her ample breasts with 
her arms. She looked at him coolly.

Embarrassed at his response and behavior Mark ripped 
his eyes away from Janetta. He stuttered an apology, 
still overtaken with the glob of desire for release 
that he could feel, throbbing relentlessly inside his 
cock and ball sack. He fought the overwhelming urge to 
reach down, heft his throbbing member in his hand and 
pump, pump, pump, pump until he could finally shoot his 
load. 

Janatta just looked at him, not sure how to proceed.

"Janetta, I'm sorry, I can't continue this anymore. 
This is just making me..." his voice trailed off.

"Mark, what is it?" 

He paused and began rambling. "The talk, you know, us 
talking about masturbation and then your voice. It's 
making me hot. I can't concentrate on relaxing. You 
know. I'm feeling a lot of sexual feelings. But then I 
feel guilty because I can't do anything about them. I 
have this pressure... this pressure in my... cock... 
that I need to release."

"Look Mark," Janetta patiently explained, "I already 
told you that it's O.K. to masturbate. It's not healthy 
for a man not to ejaculate sometimes. It's not good for 
the prostate or their health in general."

Mark, overcome by the overload of sexual feelings he 
was experiencing couldn't think straight. "Janetta, can 
I masturbate here. Right now!"

Janatta looked at him quizzically, and brought her 
hands up making a gesture as if saying, back up a 
minute here. "No Mark, we couldn't do that. However, 
how about if I leave the office and I give you some 
time to relive yourself? It's important for you to 
understand that the act of masturbation is a normal 
aspect of human behavior."

Mark looked at Janetta almost in gratitude. The way she 
explained it was like she was giving him permission to 
masturbate. She validated the act. It was what he 
needed to hear. He couldn't carry around the guilt 
anymore. I can do it here?" he asked, emboldened, aware 
of the pre-cum that was leaking out of his hot and 
throbbing member, the desire coursing through his body 
like damp smoke.

"Not now," she laughed easily, "Let me leave the room. 
I'll knock in a few minutes and you can let me know if 
you finished."

After Janetta left Mark peeled off his shorts and 
boxers, leaving on his socks and t-shirt. 

He looked down at himself. His cock stuck out like a 
piece of pipe. It had been almost six months since he 
masturbated, which is the equivalent of someone not 
eating for a couple of weeks. He was starved for 
release, ravished, but wanted to prolong the sensations 
as much as possible.

He spread his legs and reached down. With one hand he 
cupped his ball sack, the little finger of his hand 
dipping in the soft folds of his perineum. With the 
other hand he fisted his pulsating prick. He closed his 
eyes.

As he stroked himself he saw an image of Janetta on the 
lip of the futon. She was completely naked. Her pussy 
was wet and aroused. Her toned, dark legs were spread 
open invitingly. The lips of her pussy glistened with 
the secretions of her desire. She was looking at him, 
her eyes lidded, her tongue running across her upper 
lip leaving a moist film of saliva in its wake. She 
raised her hand slowly and sensually waving him toward 
her, to come closer, to move inside her.

Mark could feel the ascent of his climax. He pulled on 
his stiff rod with more urgency.

In his fantasy Mark pushed forward, his cock sliding 
effortlessly into Janetta's warm inviting cunt. 'Are 
you safe' he asked, his cock beginning a slow and 
methodical piston action inside of Janetta's wet hole. 
She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting some alarm. 
"No, I'm not safe. Pull out right before you shoot and 
I'll finish you up with my hand. You can cum on my 
tits, O.K.?" 

Mark could feel his scrotum tightening.

In his fantasy, he did not respond back to Janetta. He 
continued pumping deeply into her wetness. She reminded 
him again, more insistently, 'Remember, I'm not safe.' 
He continued to plow into Janetta, his heavy balls 
thudding heavily against Janetta's perspiring thighs. 
Janetta groaned. She was close to climaxing. She 
reached around Mark's ass, her middle finger sinking 
deep. Mark groaned. He bent down and began to French 
Janetta. He ran his tongue along her white teeth and 
then sucked her tongue into his mouth.

Mark moved his hand away from his balls and slid his 
finger up his ass seeking his prostate gland, his other 
hand pistoning faster, his flesh on the upstroke 
briefly covering the swollen head of his cock every one 
or two seconds.

In his fantasy he reached up and hefted Janetta's right 
breast, pinching the turgid nipple making Janetta groan 
deep in her chest. She could feel the moist heat of 
Mark's lust through her skin as he kept her long legs 
side apart, with his torso, pushing into her deeper, 
more insistently. Almost pleading she said, "Remember 
Mark, not inside...please... not inside of me." 

His legs spread on the chair Mark groaned loudly as he 
began to orgasm. Months of repressed cum came spewing 
forth; shooting into the air, blobs of his seed landing 
over the chair and wood floor. His cock pulsated in 
pleasure, each orgasmic spasm, sending forth another 
warm flow of sperm causing him to groan anew with each 
spasm. He milked his prick, pulling forth the remaining 
pleasurable sensations, along with the last remnants of 
the warm spunk, as it cascaded down like melting 
vanilla ice cream across his fingers, still curled 
around his softening prick.

At the same time in his fantasy, Janetta sensed that 
Mark was close to his orgasm. Fear of pregnancy caused 
her to drop her pelvis so that Mark's cock would plop 
harmlessly out and she could finish him off with her 
hand. He was close to cumming and it would only take a 
few quick strokes of her small hand to bring him off 
and take off the months of suppressed sexual need he 
had endured. Mark, however, feeling her pull back drew 
his arm underneath along the small of her back and 
gently pulled forward causing her to slightly arch her 
back, further spreading her legs, giving his pistoning 
prick a better angle in which to plunge itself further 
into her soaked passage. 

Her stomach flooding with fear driven adrenaline, 
Janetta tried twisting her body, desperate to disengage 
Mark's pounding prick before it began spewing it's pent 
up cargo of cum, but Mark was able to grab her arms and 
pin them over her head, keeping her in the position he 
wanted her in; prone, and helpless to escape. She tried 
one last time to reason with him, but it was too late. 
As Mark's pumping became almost frantic, she cried out 
in fearful desperation, "Don't cu- cum inside of me!" 
But it was too late. 

Keeping Janetta's arms pinned over her head by her 
dainty wrists, Mark used the arm he had under her back 
to pull her even closer to him. His breath came and 
went in short, agonized gasps. Pushing himself deeply 
he began cumming inside of Janetta. Jets of his spunk 
spraying her insides like a garden hose. She had 
pleaded with him, cajoled him, to pull out but it was 
too late. As his orgasm peaked Mark fell upon Janetta's 
limp form, utterly drained.

After completing his orgasm, Mark enjoyed a few seconds 
of post-orgasmic bliss. Looking at the clock he saw 
that almost ten minutes had gone by. Suddenly aware of 
his nakedness, he grabbed some Kleenex from the stand 
next to his chair and began to mop up the mess. He 
couldn't believe how much cum had shot out of his cock. 
Beginning to feel a little uncomfortable about 
masturbating in a clinician's office and having a 
sexual fantasy of the therapist herself to boot, Mark 
hurriedly cleaned up the last remaining vestiges of his 
masturbation session, dumping the soggy Kleenex into 
the trashcan by his chair. Seconds after he had put 
back on his boxers and shorts, he heard a tentative 
knock on the door. "Mark, are you finished."

"Umm... Yes, please come in." 

Janetta sat back down in her seat and picked up her 
clip board. She looked up at Mark who smiled guiltily 
at her. "How do you feel?"

Mark was embarrassed and couldn't look at Janetta. 
"Uhh, better." 'That sounded so lame,' he thought to 
himself.

Janetta spoke to him with a slightly sharper tone. 
"Mark look at me." Mark tilted his head to look at her, 
trying hard not to stare at her tits or legs, but even 
just looking at her eyes made him start feeling horny 
again. 

Janetta said with a warm smile, "Remember what we 
talked about. Masturbation is completely normal. What 
you did is so good for you. It's good for you to give 
yourself pleasure. It's healthy for both your physical, 
mental and emotional health. All right?." 

Mark looked back at her slightly smiling and replied, 
"Your right Janetta, masturbation is healthy. Thanks 
for being so supportive. Coming to see you was a good 
decision. I think we'll are going to be a good team"

"I think so too," Janetta replied, standing, smiling. 
"Well, it looks like our time is up. Would you like to 
make another appointment for next Saturday at the same 
time?"

"Yes, I would." 

Mark stood up and they stood looking at each other 
somewhat awkwardly. Impulsively Mark held out his arms 
and hugged. He could feel her soft breasts pressed 
against his chest. He pulled away. "Well, I guess I'll 
see you Saturday."

"O.K. see you then. Bye."

***

Before going home for the day Janetta busied herself 
cleaning the office. She thought about her session with 
Mark. It was a good session and she felt that they had 
accomplished quite a bit in the hour they were 
together. Although she was thoroughly professional in 
her dealing with clients, she couldn't help thinking 
about Mark's hard on and the fact that he had 
masturbated right in her office, right in the chair in 
front of her. 

Her mind wandering she sat in the chair and imagined 
Mark playing with himself. He said he hadn't had an 
orgasm in almost six months. She could only imagine the 
amount of sperm that must have shot out of him. Janetta 
felt a soft surge of arousal flow up her spine, making 
her nipples tingle. Without thinking she looked in the 
wastebasket amazed at the amount of tissue there. 

She thought to herself, 'He must have sprayed a 
bucketful' For a split second she pictured Mark on the 
chair, stroking himself, cumming... 'Stop it!' she 
berated herself as she closed the door to her office 
and walked hurriedly out of the office. In her haste to 
leave she almost forgot to set the alarm on the way 
out. She cursed to herself, 'dammit.' She felt very 
uncomfortable where her thoughts had taken her. That 
never had happened to her before in all the years she 
had been a therapist. Janetta slammed the door behind 
her as she walked to her car at a brisk place. She just 
wanted to get home to her family and forget about work, 
forget about Mark.


Session 2

Mark arrived at 10:15 the following Saturday. Now that 
he had a chance to meet his therapist and work with 
her, he had a better idea of what to expect.

There was nobody around again. Mark had a few minutes 
to kill before his appointment so he idly picked up a 
People Magazine and begun thumbing through it looking 
at the inane pictures of supposed celebrities. It was 
amazing what constituted a celebrity these days. Joe 
the Plumber a celebrity? The guy was a fucking loser.

Janetta walked into the waiting room. She was wearing a 
cute, snug fitting sun dress, yellow with a light 
orange pattern arranged in diagonals on the dress. The 
dress was scooped low and he could see her ample 
cleavage. She had a rack on her, no doubt about that. 
She looked radiant. "Well, good morning. How are you 
feeling today?"

Mark stood up. "I'm feeling pretty good actually. Well, 
not perfect, but pretty good."

Janetta raised her arm signaling him to follow him back 
to her office. "Well come on down," She said, obviously 
referring to show 'The Price is Right.' Mark smiled at 
her attempt to help him feel at ease.

After they made themselves comfortable Janetta asked 
Mark, "Well, since our last session, have you... you 
know, masturbated?"

Mark looked a little uncomfortable. "Well, not exactly. 
I don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong anymore, if 
that is what you mean. I don't feel guilty or anything. 
I guess..." Mark paused as if not sure how to go on. 
Janetta looked at him expectantly, patiently waiting 
for him to gather his thoughts.

Mark continued, "I think...well...I think the problem 
right now is that I'm afraid of intimacy. That's why I 
get performance anxiety."

"Hmmmm...interesting, can you elaborate more?"

Mark looked up from the floor. He couldn't help giving 
Janetta the once over. Man, she was attractive. Janetta 
noticed Mark's quick, furtive glance, at her legs and 
breasts, but chose to ignore it. Sounding embarrassed, 
he said, "Umm.." He cleared his throat and continued, 
"Remember during our last session you gave me a few 
minutes to masturbate?"

Janetta nodded affirmatively, slightly moving up in her 
chair.

"Well, I think it's one thing doing it by myself, but 
something different doing it in front of someone else." 
He stopped talking and looked into Janetta's beautiful 
brown eyes, eyes that reflected such a high level of 
caring and compassion. 

Janetta looked back at him quizzically. In a cool voice 
she said, "What exactly are you trying to say, Mark?" 
She crossed her arms across her chest defensively. 

Mark got fidgety again and looked back down to the 
ground. Janetta saw that he was hard again, his penis 
jutting out of his short and into the blanket causing 
it to tent up. She bit her tongue and forced herself to 
look up. Mark was looking down at the floor still. She 
sneaked another peak at his hard on, feeling her 
arousal beginning to stimulate her vagina. She could 
feel her clit buzzing in its hood. She closed her legs 
at tightly as possible, trying to extinguish her 
feeling of sexual desire. But all she did was stimulate 
herself further, her clenched thighs causing her sexual 
arousal to ratchet up further. 

Mark looked back up at her. "I was wondering if it 
would be O.K. if I masturbated in front of you?"

Janetta looked back at him in surprised shock, "Mark, 
you know I can't do that. This is strictly a client 
therapist relationship. Although anything we do here is 
confidential, there are certain professional guidelines 
I'm expected to follow as a professional."

His own desire fed his growing libido increasing his 
confidence. "Like you said, this is a client therapist 
relationship and what we are doing here is trying to 
get to the heart of my anxiety. If doing this will help 
me with my anxiety and overall relationship issues, 
don't you think it would be appropriate?" He shifted on 
the chair. As he moved part of the blanket moved over 
his penis exposing him briefly to Janetta, although he 
didn't seem to have noticed. In that nano second 
Janetta saw the flash of hard flesh. She felt her 
nipples harden and pop out in desire. Her mouth went 
suddenly dry. She reached over for a glass of water on 
the stand next to her.

Her feelings, jumbled up and confused, was affecting 
her ability to stay focused and on the task at hand. 
This was a difficult situation and she had to traverse 
it carefully. She took a deep breath, "Well Mark, I see 
what you are saying. You are right, it probably could 
help." She paused again. She felt like she was at a 
fork in a road. Mark sensing victory said quickly, 
"Well, can we try it and see." Janetta, taken off guard 
and still dealing with her confused feelings and 
emotions said, "We can try it this time, but you will 
have to masturbate under the blanket. This way we can 
still work on your anxiety issues, but maintain 
professionalism." She sat back not sure what to say or 
do next.

Mark said, "Do you want me to take off all my clothes 
or just my boxers and shorts?"

Janetta picked up some eagerness in his voice. Trying 
to stay detached she replied, "Do whatever you feel is 
comfortable. Once you are ready I will begin the 
session. I will lead you through the process of 
masturbation emphasizing the importance of staying 
focused and relaxed. Our goal here is to teach you to 
how to keep yourself calm and relaxed when you have to 
deal with situations on your own. Do you have any 
questions?"

Mark looked back at her. He sat up and took off his 
shoes and socks and then stood up and peeled off his 
boxers and shorts. Janetta turned away and looked at 
the wall, feeling embarrassed at both the situation she 
found herself in and her own level of desire that was 
smoldering in her belly like embers in a bonfire.

Mark sat back in the chair and pulled the blanket over 
him. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Janetta began the session. She had a special script she 
read from, but also adlibbed so the dialogue would 
sound natural and unforced. She saw Mark's hand working 
under the blanket pumping his penis. She looked back 
quickly to her script.

As Janetta began speaking, Mark became more and more 
aroused. The blanket was starting to bother him. It was 
getting in the way of his enjoyment. Emboldened by both 
his sexual arousal and Janetta's positive reaction to 
his idea, which could mean different things, although 
he was thinking that she was secretly enjoying this too 
on some level, he slowly moved the blanket, pulling it 
slowly to the left with his unoccupied hand. 

Janetta looked back at Mark, swallowing hard, taken 
aback that he was no longer covered with the blanket. 
He was openly masturbating in front of her. What he was 
doing to himself looked so utterly hot. She couldn't 
believe this was happening in her office. He had his 
legs spread wide. His left hand was cupping his ball 
sack, the middle finger buried partially in his ball 
sack, presumably to increase his pleasure. With his 
other hand he was fisting his cock, stroking it in a 
somewhat corkscrew fashion, the heavy flesh swollen and 
throbbing. Janetta's throat felt parched. Her whole 
body felt like it was burning with fever. She was dying 
to stop their session and just bury her fingers in her 
pulsating pussy. Trying to stay professional she 
continued with her script, her eyes straying to Mark's 
prick for longer and longer intervals.

At that point in the script Janetta was urging Mark to 
relax and release, relax and release. Mark was seconds 
away from his orgasm. Janetta stared at his cock 
unabashedly. Unable to stop herself she began to say in 
a voice dripping with lust, "That's it, that's it 
stroke and release, stroke your cock Mark. That's it 
stroke it, stroke it faster Mark. That's it honey. Make 
it cum. Make your cock cum! Pump it! Faster, that's it! 
Cum! Cum! Janetta moved forward, sucking her lower lip 
into her mouth as she did so, as Mark began to climax. 
It took all her will power not to jam her fingers into 
her vagina and pump and pump her fingers out of her 
pussy until she exploded and her juice sluiced all over 
her hand. 

When Janetta said the word cock, it was too much for 
Mark. He pressed his finger into his ball sack and 
increased the tempo of his hand. He could feel his cock 
swell up and then - explode. He grunted loudly. Rockets 
of wet, warm cum flew out of his cock, shooting into 
the air, coating his cock. The head of his cock head 
was red almost purple. His orgasm was so powerful that 
he actually pulled his ass off from the seat as he 
erupted. As his breathing slowed, he fell back 
languidly in the chair. Janetta completed the script 
calming him down, relaxing his mind and body.

A few minutes later Mark opened his eyes. Janetta 
looked back at him smiling, not quite sure what to say. 
She felt guilty. Guilty at what she let transpire. But, 
it also was part of the therapeutic process. She was 
doing what she needed to do to help her client. There 
was nothing wrong with that. Her justification helped 
push the guilt out of her mind.

"Mark, I think we had a very good session. Why don't 
you clean up while I use the restroom really quick, 
O.K."

Mark reached for the box of Kleenex. "Sure not problem. 
I'll wait for you in the lobby."

Janetta sat down on the toilet seat. She didn't need to 
use the restroom, to urinate anyway. She just needed a 
place where she could masturbate herself. She couldn't 
stand the sexual pressure any longer. She pulled up her 
dress and pulled down her panties. Her pussy was wet, 
actually soaked would be a better term. The lips of her 
vagina were red/pink and swollen with arousal. She sat 
on the toilet seat and brought two fingers to bear 
against her clit. She pressed down on it hard causing a 
mini-spasm of pleasure to shoot thru her stomach. She 
moved her fingers lower, pushing them deeply into her 
aroused slit. 

She began PUSHING them in and out of herself quickly, 
too worked up for any type of personal foreplay. Her 
orgasm began to build quickly. With her other hand she 
gently squeezed her clit between her thumb and index 
finger. Immediately, a supernova of pleasure erupted in 
her pussy, causing her to moan deeply, she bit down on 
her bottom lip, her breath catching in her parched 
throat. She could feel her pussy juice as it squirted 
onto her fingers and hands leaving them wet with her 
juice. The force of her orgasm left her winded and out 
of breath. 

She walked to the mirror to wash her hands. She was 
starting to feel guilty. She couldn't let this happen 
again. She had to put a stop to it. Now wasn't the time 
as their session was over, but she would bring it up to 
Mark at their next session.

After Mark paid her fee, she quickly cleaned up the 
office and took care of some billing paperwork she had 
been setting aside for too long. She tried not to think 
of the session. She tried not to think of Mark's cock, 
gushing and gushing warm sperm all over his hand. It 
was so hot. It was just... Janetta shook her head 
defiantly as if to shake out the guilt and misgivings 
she was having. In the car, she turned on the radio, 
trying to distract herself. She turned the tuner, 
finding nothing. She gripped the steering wheel of her 
car hard, willing herself to think about something 
other than Mark and the sperm shooting and pulsating 
out of his hard cock.


Session 3

Mark was feeling pretty good as he sat on the sofa 
waiting for Janetta to come. He hadn't masturbated for 
a week, although he was sorely tempted to do do. He 
thought it would be a better idea to do it together in 
their office. He felt so much more relaxed with her. 

Janetta walked into the waiting room. "Hi there, are 
you ready?" 

"Yep" Mark said with a bounce in his step. Let's get 
the show on the road." He was already feeling aroused 
and they hadn't even gotten in Janetta's office yet. 
She wore another dress today. Actually, it looked like 
a blouse with a matching wrap around skirt. He looked 
down at her legs. She had beautifully toned calves and 
trim ankles. Mark could feel himself hardening.

Janetta clasped her hands together, "Mark, I think we 
are making some great progress, but it might be a good 
idea of we talk about your intimacy and anxiety issues 
instead of...you know doing what we have been doing."

Mark responded in a somewhat annoyed way, "Janetta, 
honestly, I'm sick of talk therapy. I've done it off 
and on my whole life and it hasn't done anything for 
me. I'm finally making some headway towards my 
problems. Talking isn't going to help." He changed the 
tone of his voice to that of a helpless little boy. "I 
thought you cared about me and helping me get better." 

Janetta stuttered back a reply, "Mark I do care about 
you, but...well...this is pretty bold what I'm doing. 
It's something I've never done with a client before."

Mark replied quickly, "So what? What is the big deal? 
It's all about results right? Isn't that what we are 
working toward; resolution of my problem?"

Janetta was stuck. She thought to herself, 'Of course 
results are what's important' Yet, she was afraid that 
this was going to continue to spin out of control. 
Their meetings seemed to be following some type of 
sexual progression that she couldn't let happen.

Mark looked at her again. He could see that she was 
trying to come to terms with her feelings. He looked 
closely at her. She looked tense. Her skin seemed moist 
and somewhat flushed. He thought to himself, 'Was this 
turning her on as much as it was him?'

Janetta grabbed her clip board and sat back. She looked 
at Mark squarely. "What exactly do you want to work on 
today?"

Mark sat up in the chair. This time he didn't bother 
trying to hide his hard on from Janetta. He caught her 
looking down at him, her gaze transfixed on the tent in 
the blanket. He could see that although he didn't plan 
on this happening, there was a subtle change in their 
relationship developing.

Mark "accidently" let the blanket slip off his legs. He 
bent over quickly to pick it up, but long enough for 
Janetta to get a passing glance at his hard flesh. He 
looked up at her. She obviously had looked because as 
he brought his eyes to hers, she quickly looked down 
and started to nervously scribble on her notebook. He 
noticed that she was squeezing her legs together.

Mark continued as if nothing had happened, "Because so 
many of my issues seem to revolve the opposite sex, I 
thought it might be a good idea if... well... instead 
of me masturbating by myself with you watching, 
well....you were more involved in the process and...

Janetta, cut him off, "Mark, there is no way I can 
physically touch you. That would be way, way out of 
line."

"Would it be illegal?" Mark pressed.

"Not actually, but it would be unethical."

"I really trust you Janetta and there is nobody I could 
trust with these issues except you." As he looked at 
her he pinched his leg hard causing his eyes to water. 
"If you can't help me nobody can. I don't want to feel 
these negative feelings anymore."

Janetta saw Mark's eyes tear up. A flood of compassion 
flowed through her. He really was troubled by this. 
"What exactly does "be in the process mean?" 

Mark coughed clearing his throat. "Well, intimacy is 
the issue I'm dealing with. This time instead of me 
masturbating, could you... you know... stroke me to a 
climax?"

Janetta's jaw dropped like a castle drawbridge. "Mark, 
that's a little intimate isn't it? Maybe..." At that 
point Mark moved the blanket away. He was completely 
naked. When they were talking earlier he must have 
snuck his clothes off. She looked down at him. He was 
holding his cock in his hand. "Please Janetta, can you 
do it for me? I know this is really going to help me."

Janetta looked at home, immobile. All she could do was 
sit and stare. 

"Mark...uh...I..." Mark cut her off. Janetta, just drag 
your chair over here and sit next to me. It will be 
easy."

Almost robotically Janetta got up, her mind racing with 
a million thoughts, but none of which had any bearing 
on her bodY's feelings and desires. She was now next to 
Mark. His cock was maybe a foot away from her. Up close 
she could see the fine veins, his length, girth; the 
taunt bulbous head that was so so hard and engorged 
that it seemed poised to punch through a wall. She 
could feel her own vagina bubbling with her own juices 
matting the hair on her aroused vagina. 

Mark let go of his cock. He reached over and gently 
took Janetta's limp hand moving it closer. She had no 
energy. She felt disassociated as if she was an 
observer of this session, a session that she had never 
imagined in her wildest fantasies she would ever 
experience. Her hand made contact with Mark cock, her 
cool finger surrounding the towering member. 

Mark groaned. It felt so much better with her hand 
around his cock. Janetta felt faint. Her skin felt hot; 
feverish with arousal. Her panties were soaked, 
absolutely drenched with her vaginal secretions. She 
began their session. As she began to speak she began to 
slowly, but expertly stroke Mark's cock. What Janetta 
was doing felt so good. She had a perfect grip and knew 
exactly how to stroke it. Mark groaned and slid forward 
moving closer to her. She continued to pump his cock. 
Her eyes were lidded and glazed. Mark could see that 
her nipples and areolas were hard and straining 
outwards, pressing, pushing against the material of the 
bra cup and dress bringing her nipples out in clear 
outline.

Her legs were spread. She was speaking, but speaking 
like should couldn't draw enough breath out of her 
lungs. She continued stroking Mark moving her hand up 
and down, up and down, watching the bulbous head ooze 
more and more pre-cum making her weak with wanting.

He reached over slowly and began to fondle Janetta's 
tits, pinching first one nipple and then the other, 
making her grown deep in her throat. Mark could see 
that she was melting with lust and arousal. 

Mark whispered seductively to her, "Janetta, you are 
helping me so much, go ahead and help yourself too. 
Your pussy must be on fire by now." "Touch yourself." 
he urged her, as he began to peel her blouse and bra 
strap off. Her tits were big, round, magnificent. Mark 
hefted each one, squeezing gently and then refocusing 
on a nipple; rubbing it, pinching it, twisting it, 
making Janetta groan and cry out softly. She mumbled as 
if she was in a trance, "Mark, we have to stop, we have 
to stop..." 

He took her unoccupied hand and led it to her vagina. 
Her dress had ridden up her thighs so that both her 
legs were entirely exposed. He could feel Janetta 
attempt to move her hand away from her steaming vagina, 
but he pulled harder with more urgency towards the 
overheated caldron that was her vagina. She lacked the 
will to stop him. Groaning she reached her panties, 
pulling them away; exposing her aroused cunt 
underneath. Her vulva was swollen with arousal, the 
nerve endings hyper sensitive from the sexual pressure 
she had kept suppressed over the course of their 
sessions. She quickly sunk three fingers into her honey 
pot, her cunt juice sluicing over her diddling fingers 
that danced in and out of her soaked box. 

Mark was close to cumming, but didn't want to shoot his 
spunk into the air again. No, not this time. He began 
to murmer to Janetta, "Janetta, sit on my lap, please 
come and sit on my lap. It'll feel so good."

Marks's words woke her out of her sexual trance. 
Forcefully she stated, "No Mark. No way. No how. That 
is completely crossing the line."

She sat back. She felt winded, deprived, itching with 
want.

Mark could see that Janetta was close to complete 
sexual fulfillment. He could here her breathing earlier 
and by his calculations she was ready to explode in 
just a few seconds.

Mark sat back again in the chair and spread his legs, 
his cock straining into the air. He stared openly at 
Janetta. His eyes taking in her big tits and her 
swollen over stimulated nipples and and then further, 
lower, the matted hair of her vagina, her cunt hole 
puckered out with want and desire. "Janetta, if I can 
do this, you will have cured me. It will mean that I 
will have conquered my anxiety and intimacy issues." 

Janetta replied feebly, "We can work on this issues in 
another way, not by having sex"

"Look at me Janetta," Mark pressed. "Look at my cock." 

Janetta looked down at Mark's cock. She licked her dry 
lips as she saw another small amount of pre-cum bubble 
to the surface. Without even realizing it, she had 
moved here hand back to her vagina, passionately 
pushing the wet panties out of the way and began to 
drill her fingers in and out of her pussy passage.

Mark, suddenly sat up and reached over, grabbing 
Janneta and pulling her forward. She barked a weak 
protest. Because Mark had picked her up by the arm pits 
she was high off the ground. She had no choice but to 
land on him with her knees bent effectively putting her 
vagina inches away from his protruding manhood. She 
became frightened. This was too much, way way too much. 
She had to untangle herself somehow.

Quickly, Mark grabbed his cock and attempted to put it 
in Janetta's vagina. Janetta was hot and worked up, but 
still cognizant of the nature of their relationship. 
She already had done enough. There was no way she could 
let Mark make love to her too. It wasn't right and 
would lead to all kinds of problems. She aggressively 
shifted position attempting to keep him at bay and his 
hard tool away from her vagina. 

Mark brought he mouth to bear on hers and kissed her 
deeply. The bottom of Janetta's stomach dropped out. 
His kiss flooded her insides with passion and arousal, 
unsettling her, leaving her trembling with need, yet 
petrified of the consequences. Not just the fact that 
she was in a compromising position, but because of the 
potential ramifications of the choice they were soon to 
forge.

Sensing her vulnerability Mark again took his cock, 
guiding it to Janetta's slippery vagina. She moved away 
again, more half-heartedly it seemed, but Mark was able 
to get his cock part way inside her hot slit. The feel 
of Mark's cock just half full inside of her made her 
tremble. She could feel herself shudderingn with need, 
her vagina drawing Mark in with a clamp like grip. The 
feeling of his cock was enough to toss away any guilt 
or misgivings she would have later. 

She simply gave up.

Mark grabbed Janetta's ass and pulled her into him. She 
began to cum as soon as Mark was entirely inside of 
her. She gasped at the orgasm tore through her. Mark 
held her close and began to thrust in and out of her. 
It felt so much better being inside of her than getting 
a pud job. The feeling of her greedy cuntal walls 
grabbing at him, pulling him into her, brought him 
higher, closer to orgasm. They established a slow, 
passionate rhythm. They kissed each other, their 
tongues dancing in each other mouths. Mark bit her neck 
and then kissed her throat making her meow and moan. 
Their hands were all over each other; rubbing, pulling, 
pushing, rubbing and mixing together the sweat of their 
passion.

In the heat of their tryst Janetta was aware of 
something. Something that was important, but she 
couldn't focus enough to bring up the thought. She 
heard Mark moan. She suddenly realized something. She 
got so caught up in the moment that she didn't put in 
her diaphragm. 'Shit' she exclaimed. Still being 
carried along by their passion, but aware of the danger 
of their actions, Janetta between passion filled 
breaths said, "Mark, I didn't have a chance to put in 
my diaphragm and I'm not on the pill." 

Mark hammered into her more deeply, his hard cock 
spearing into her unmercifully. She began to orgasm. 
"Pu... pu...pull... She couldn't get the words out her 
orgasm washing over her like a flood, the pleasure 
center at her vagina shutting down her ability to 
finish what she new were probably the most important 
words she needed to say in a long, long time. 

As Janetta peaked, Mark grabbed her ass and pulled 
himself as deeply into her cunt hole, lifting himself 
out of the chair, his mouth sucking one of Jeanetta's 
tits deep into his mouth. The flood gates opened up and 
he began to yell hoarsely his voice muffled by 
Janetta's thick tit flesh, "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming... 
I'm cumming inside of you." Janetta was beginning to 
come down when Mark starting spraying her insides with 
his baby batter. 

He groaned with satisfaction as one, two three, four, 
powerful bursts of his seed sprayed into Janetta's own 
spasming vagina. She was still too worked up to do much 
more than plaintively warn him that she wasn't using 
any contraceptives and was at her peak cycle, and to 
pull out, but she was still to far gone sexually to 
make her case. 

"No, no," she sobbed, her voice cracking. She tried to 
push herself off him, but was too close to him to get 
any leverage, especially with her legs in the position 
they were in. She could only sit there shivering in 
fear as she felt Mark's hot spunk penetrate deep into 
her cunt hole, his little baby making tadpoles 
zealously searching for her egg.

She closed her eyes. She refused to focus on what had 
happened. She couldn't think of tomorrow or all the 
subsequent days after tomorrow.

She collapsed on Mark, his arms around her back keeping 
her big tits mashed against his chest; a mass of hot, 
wet, satisfied flesh, Mark's cock was still inside of 
her. The copious sperm he had deposited in the depths 
of her sweet cunt, dripping onto Mark's thighs.

Mark started to snore as Janetta began to quietly sob.

END

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