Sexual Fantasy Become Reality #04

Unless he was gay, she never saw at a man or a woman who didn't want to have sex with her. No matter that he was a doctor, a psychiatrist at that, he was a normal, healthy, and sexually driven man first, and she was a beautiful, sexy, and an available woman. Even doctors have wants, lusts, and needs. Even psychiatrists have forbidden sex. By dismissing them as their patients, even doctors cheat on their wives and girlfriends with their ex-patients. How better to seduce a woman that you already psychologically know?

He held his office door open for her to enter his office. Perhaps, by allowing her to squeeze by him, he was already taken with her and wanted to get a scent of her perfume. Something she never had before, she now had a way with men. As if she could instantly read them, she had acquired a silent, secret, sexual communication with them. Before, with her never open to that kind of sexual reception, other than with her husband, she seldom made eye contact and ignored men. Now, when she's not sexually teasing men, she's flirting with them.

"Please come in and have a seat," he said motioning her with his hand to the chair in front of his desk.

While hoping that he'd sit across from her and somehow knowing that he would, she ignored his suggested chair and took her seat on the coach. With its softer cushions, and with her having an ulterior motive, the couch sat much lower than the chair and was easier for her to flash him her panties. No matter if he was a doctor or a longshoreman, all men loved seeing up-skirt peeks of panties, especially of a woman with shapely and sexy legs.

As she expected he would, he came around his desk to sit opposite her in his chair. Glad that he did, he wouldn't have to struggle to look over his desk to see all that she wanted to show him and all that she wanted him to see. Now quite the exhibitionist, Joan couldn't wait for Dr. Martin to see her panties. She couldn't wait to see his surprised reaction to him seeing all that she was ready and more than willing to show him of her sexy, underwear clad body.

Not jumping into headlong conversation with the doctor right away, seemingly reluctant to share and to volunteer why she was there, instead she made herself comfortable on the couch by putting a pillow behind the arch of her back. Starting her sexy show of exhibitionism, she slowly and seductively crossed her legs like a lady while lifting her hem to fidget with an imaginary spot on her skirt. She gave him a better look at her panty clad crotch by lifting her hem. Joan watched his eyes quickly dart down to the view that she was giving him in between her legs.

She knew that as soon as she slowly and seductively crossed her legs that he'd be seeing her panties. She knew that as soon as she lifted her hem of her short skirt that he'd be seeing a clearer, better, and longer view of her panty clad pussy mound. Then, looking up but without looking at him, pretending as if wasn't even there, she took her time looking around his office.

Continuing to look around his office as if she was alone, Joan remained quietly introspective while gazing around the decorated room. Obviously, he must have an interior decorator or a wife with a talent for color and design. As if looking at a photograph of a room in Architectural Design magazine, everything looked so well put together.

She stared down at his oriental rug. She looked at his original, oil paintings. She uncrossed her legs and parted her knees to turn to look at his diplomas and at his wall of 8 x 10 scenic travel photographs. Knowing full well what she was doing in sexually teasing him, she was well aware that she was deliberately flashing him her panties again while pretending that she was unaware that he was staring at all that she was showing.

This time, with her turning the other way, she parted her knees enough to show him her camel toe and her pussy slit through her sheer panties. In the way that she was already sexually aroused, she was hoping to sexually excite him. In the way that she wanted to have sex with him, she wanted him to have sex with her. To her, every man and/or woman was a sexual conquest.

"How may I help you," he asked prompting her to tell him why she was there and why she needed his help?

He crossed his leg and placed his notepad on his knee? He opened his notepad and she opened her purse to retrieve a handkerchief. In the same way that she now looked at all men, no different than any other horny man that she sexually seduced, she gave the doctor a sexy smile and a naughty look. She knew that by the end of their session that he'd be begging her to suck him and to fuck him.

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'How may you help me? I like being forced,' she thought while laughing to herself. 'You may help me by looking at my panties that I'm about to flash you again. You may help me taking me in your arms and kissing me while touching me and feeling me through my clothes before stripping me naked. You may further help me by forcing me to my knees, by forcing your cock in my mouth, and forcing me to blow you. You may help me by cumming in my mouth,' she thought.

She laughed to herself again while thinking of all the men that she had sucked and fucked and all the women she had fingered and licked.

'If only he knew what a whore I am, wouldn't he be surprised? How may you help me? After stripping me naked, you may help me by cumming in my mouth. Then, you may further help me by giving me a cum bath and cumming all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts,' she thought.

She laughed to herself again while thinking how easy it was to seduce this doctor.

'You may help me by turning me around, bending me forward, lifting my skirt, pulling down my panties, and fucking me in your office. You may help me by fucking my pussy while feeling my naked breasts and fingering my nipples. You may help me by giving a sexual orgasm with your cock while cumming in my cunt,' she thought.

If only he knew what she was thinking, wouldn't he be surprised. She wondered if he'd be sexually excited or appalled by her sexual thoughts. Yet, with him a psychiatrist, no doubt, he's heard it all before. Instead of saying all that she was thinking, as if she was the injured party instead of her husband, she looked at the doctor with sad and soulful eyes.

"It's my husband, Michael," she said slowly and seductively crossing her long, shapely leg again, this time the other way while wiping a non-existent tear from her eye with her handkerchief.

Sexily calling attention to herself, no man, not even a doctor could refrain from staring at all that Joan was suddenly and surprisingly showing him. As if on cue, as soon as she crossed her legs, her skirt climbed high enough for her to deliberately flash the doctor the tops her nylons, her sexy garter belt, and a triangular patch of her nearly transparent, cream-colored, French cut panties. Temporarily distracted, the doctor poised his pen ready to write but stopped when he saw a flash of her panties, again. Obviously, he liked seeing her panties as much as she liked showing him her panties.

Difficult even for a doctor to ignore the panty clad pussy of a beautiful woman, indeed, as if suddenly hypnotized, he not only looked but also, he stared. Perhaps, he wasn't receiving enough sex from his wife or his significant other at home. Perhaps, he wished he had married a woman like her. Perhaps, he was in between marriages or going through a divorce. Perhaps, in the way that she was all the time, he was just horny. Definitely, to her sexual satisfaction, he wasn't gay.

"Tell me about your husband," he said looking away from her panties to make eye contact with her.

Suddenly looking uncomfortably embarrassed, perhaps because she caught him looking, staring actually, he squirmed in his chair. She matched his uncomfortableness with her uneasiness when he mentioned her husband, even though she was first to mention him by name. As if she was Sharon Stone as Catherine Tramell in Basic instinct, deliberately flashing him her panties, yet, again, she uncrossed her legs to cross them the other way.

Obviously nervous, yet, seemingly knowing that he would be, when she dropped her handkerchief, she uncrossed her leg and parted her knees wide enough to lean forward to retrieve her handkerchief. The gentleman that he is, when the doctor leaned forward to pick up her handkerchief, with his eyes practically under her skirt and his mouth nearly close enough to eat her pussy, he was at eye level with her panties. Even though he was a doctor of psychiatry, a man first, he was still a testosterone, filled man.

Judging him by the look on his face, embarrassing himself, as if mesmerized by her panty clad pussy mound, he stared at her panties a little longer than what was deemed appropriate. Obviously, he liked what he was seeing. Accepting her handkerchief from him, she sat back in the softness of the sofa but with her knees still parted just enough to give her a continual up-skirt view of her triangular patch of her panty clad pussy.

Not done deliberately flashing him, continuing to sexily tease him, she flashed him her panties, yet, again when she slowly and seductively crossed her legs the other way again while sexily staring up at him. Especially when they're horny and/or not getting enough sex at home, no man can resist looking at a woman's panties. Perhaps, while wondering what lay beneath her panties, especially while she's wearing them, there's just something so very sexually erotic and sexually exciting about seeing a woman's panties.

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"My husband, Michael, has been having a reoccurring, sexual fantasy," she said looking up at the doctor to see his reaction to her ready to talk about her husband's sexually fantasy. Moreover, with his eyes betraying his professionalism, he seemed sexually interested to discuss the intimate, sexual details of her sexlife, even if it was just her husband's sexual fantasy. "He's had these sexual fantasies before but not like this, never like this. Now, hoping that I'll submit to him and roleplay them with his friends and/or with his brother, he's consumed by his sexual fantasies."

Acting unsurprised, as if he had heard it all before and, no doubt, he has, Dr. Martin nodded his head while writing. When she didn't offer him further enlightenment about Michael's reoccurring, sexual fantasy, as if losing her train of thought, she seemed content to stare at his photographs. He gave her a moment to look at his pictures and to reflect on them before prompting her again.

"I see," he said to obviously let her know that he heard what she had said and that he was listening while ready to continue. "Tell me more about Michael's reoccurring, sexual fantasy," said Dr. Martin.

Obviously uncomfortable discussing her husband's sexual fantasy with anyone, but with his sexual fantasies the reason that she gave why she was there, it was something that she had to do. After Michael told her his sexual fantasies in great detail, which, of course, was their sexual reality now, she hasn't slept. Filled with guilt and consternation, for having had sex with J. R., big Al, Brigitte, Madam Crystal, and Madam Tiffany, she needed to unburden herself to get some sleep. Consumed with sexual arousal and sexual frustration, a side effect of her now being a bi-sexual, nymphomaniac, she needed sex.

Before having lesbian sex with three women and extramarital sex with two men, she never thought she'd ever have sex with anyone but with her husband. Yet, now that she had an orgy of sex with five people, she wanted more. Wanting sex night and day, she wanted sex all the time. She wanted sex every hour of every day with multiple partners. She never thought she'd ever be a bi-sexual, a whore, and/or a nymphomaniac but she was now.

"Is it hot in here," she asked standing to remove her suit jacket? "Suddenly, it's so hot in here," she said fanning herself with her hand. Calling further attention to herself, she unbuttoned the top, two buttons of her blouse. Then, while seated, fanning herself again, she opened and closed the top portion of her blouse with both hands to expose the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of sexy cleavage, and the top portion of her sexy, low-cut brassiere.

Dr. Martin stood and walked behind her to turn down the thermostat. When he slowly walked back, he quickly glanced at the down blouse view that she deliberately gave him. Obviously, in the way that she quickly opened and closed her blouse, he could clearly see the tops of her breasts, her long, sexy line of cleavage, and her sexy low-cut bra. Perhaps, his wife, significant other, or girlfriend is small breasted because by the way that he stared at her bra clad breasts, he was more than interested in seeing more of her big tits.

"The air should start in just a moment," he said.

Even though he was a doctor and an absolute professional, seemingly, he was still a horny man who was sexually attracted to a good-looking and sexy woman, and Joan certainly checked both of those boxes. With her clearly eager to show all that the good doctor wanted to see; he was obviously, more than willing to look. Difficult not to notice, the doctor couldn't help but stare at the outline of her bra through her sheer blouse. She had big tits and obviously, in the way that he stared at her bra clad breasts, he liked beautiful and sexy women with big tits.

Clearly, enjoying showing men what they all so wanted to see of her, she enjoyed flashing herself. Easily a big 34 C, now that she was more sexually enlightened, she regularly wore low-cut, sheer blouses that showed her long, sexy line of cleavage, her dark, brown areolas and her lighter, brown nipples through her sheer blouse and bra. Judging her by how she was dressed, even though she was dressed like a lady in a fitted business suit, eager to flash her panties, now she seemed proud of her breasts and her big nipples, too.

"Tell me about your husband's sexual fantasy," said Dr. Martin again making eye contact.

He resisted his need to stare at all that he could see of her bra clad breasts and her erecting nipples by staring in her eyes.

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Something that she never tired of doing and, obviously, something that he never tired of seeing, Joan deliberately flashed him her panties yet again. She slowly and sexily crossed her legs again. Making sure that he received a good, long look of her panties, she pulled down her skirt while crossing her legs the other way.

"Michael works at the hospital as a registered nurse. A few months ago, he cared for a very, wealthy patient. The hospital has a special VIP wing for wealthy patients and/or celebrities. I briefly met the man and his wife when I showed up at the hospital to take Michael to lunch. My husband introduced me to J. R. and to his wife, Brigitte," said Joan.

Joan fell silent as if thinking what more to say. Yet, instead of wanting to say anything, the sexual images of all that had happened played havoc with her sexually aroused mind. She remembered Madam Crystal and Madam Tiffany stripping her naked. She remembered J. R. and big Al forcing her to suck his cocks before they fucked her. She remembered having lesbian sex with not only J. R.'s wife Brigitte but also with the two Dominatrices, too.

Obviously, from her flashing him her panties and from giving Dr. Martin a down-blouse view of her big breasts, he had a growing lump in his trousers. As soon as he caught her looking at his growing erection, he crossed his legs the other way and covered himself with his pad. Yet, nonetheless, she knew that she had sexually gotten to him. Clearly, with him easy for her to sexually seduce, she knew that he was sexually interested in her.

Obviously, she had sexually exciting him. She wondered if he'd jeopardize his medical career and his license by having sex with her in his office. She wondered if he'd allow him to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. She wondered if he'd fuck her. She wondered if he'd want to cum in her willing mouth, all over her face, across her naked breasts, and/or in her already wet pussy.

"Are J. R. and his wife responsible for your recent and reoccurring husband's sexual fantasies?"

She looked at the doctor and smiled.

"Yes," said Joan.

Dr. Martin turned over a new page in his pad.

"Tell me more about J. R. and his wife," he said.

As if already bored, Joan loudly sighed.

"They seemed very nice and I didn't think anything of our chance meeting until later when they called to invite us to their home for dinner. Obviously, they must have liked my husband and me enough to want to dine with us."

While obviously thinking of J. R. and his wife Brigitte, Joan fell silent.

"Is your husband's sexual fantasy about this man and his wife," asked the doctor?

She looked down at her handkerchief while fingering the lace.

"Yes," she said. "Among other things," she said rolling her eyes and letting out another big sigh.

As if running her husband's sexual fantasy through her mind, Joan fell silent again. With the onus of guilt off of her, by having forced sex with J. R., his wife, his bodyguard, and the two Dominatrices, she had given Michael all that he wanted to see, watch, and more. She had given J. R. and his bodyguard blowjobs, and had lesbian sex with Brigitte and with the two Dominatrices while Michael watched. He witnessed her turning into the whore and lesbian that he had always wanted her to be.

The doctor patiently waited before prompting her to offer more information. She continued sexually teasing him by giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Then, as if mindlessly playing with herself, she fingered her erect nipple through her blouse and bra. She moved her finger in a circular motion while the doctor intently watched her nipple grow bigger.

"Sorry," she said when she realized the doctor staring at her. "I was daydreaming. I do that sometimes, unconsciously play with my nipple. I'm so embarrassed," she said even though she wasn't embarrassed at all but sexually aroused.

Ignoring what she had confessed, Dr. Martin smiled and nodded his head.

"Tell me about Michael's sexual fantasy," he said, yet, again.

She paused to look up the doctor while uncrossing and crossing her legs again. Clearly, continuing to deliberately flash him her panties, she watched his eyes dart down again as soon as he was distracted by a flash of her cream-colored panties. Apparently, he liked what he was seeing. Obviously, he liked her silk stockings, her sexy garter belt, her French cut panties, and what he could see of her panty clad pussy in the way that she loved her flashing her French cut panties.

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"The man, in his late sixties, that I'll call George, invited us to his home to dine with him and his wife. Having never been inside of a mansion, I was excited to go. His trophy wife, a tall and beautiful woman half his age, that I'll call, Anne, hosted our dinner that was served by servants. Not their real names, of course," she said. "They live in a big, lavish, and beautiful home in an exclusive neighborhood."

The doctor continued writing in his pad.

"What did you have for dinner," asked Dr. Martin? He offered an explanation when she Joan looked at him oddly. "Sometimes food can be relevant. Food can be a sexual aphrodisiac."

She waved an unconcerned hand about what they had for dinner.

"What we ate for dinner is unimportant and has no bearing on Michael's sexual fantasy. What he said happened after dinner is what his sexual fantasy is all about," she said. "I'm uncomfortably embarrassed to share the sexual details with you."

He nodded his head while making a note.

"Don't be embarrassed. I assure you that nothing you say or do will shock me and/or will make me think less of you and/or your husband," he said. "Trust me, I've heard it all before."