Therapy

"You could have been more
than a name on the door..."

                Joni Mitchell

I stood in front of the door just looking at the name engraved in the nameplate, spelling out her name in my mind. Susan Hester, and then underneath was another name, unimportant, a partner and then under the partner's name it said Personal Counseling. Yes, it was personal counseling and I had been seeing her off and on for years. The official reason I came to see her was to overcome my almost obsessive reticence. I was shy, especially around women and at times it was so overwhelming, so debilitating that I'd black out.

Now I wouldn't fall on the floor in a swoon, fainting as the sight of a woman, no I'd still function but somehow my subconscious would take over and I'd wake up later unable to recall anything. Often I'd be dozens of miles from where I started smelling of sweat, perfume and sex without the first clue about who I had been with or how I happened to have sex. I never seemed to be missing any money, so I assumed I hadn't gone off with a hooker, but other than that I couldn't figure it out.

On the days after an occurrence I'd buy a newspaper and scan the pages to see if there were any rapes or sexual assaults in the areas where I started and ended up, but I never noticed anything. If I'd had any close friends I could have asked them to follow me and let me know what happened to me, but I live a solitary life, without any real friends. I work at a library stocking books after hours, where I can avoid contact with most people.

I'd been seeing Ms. Hester, Susan as she asks me to call her, on the advice of my employer. Of course he thinks my problem is my shyness, only that. He likes my efficiency but would prefer that I worked during the busier times at the library, not just at night. Unfortunately, I had not made a lot of progress on the shyness my boss sees or the more vexing problem of my blackouts and my health insurance was about to run out. Ms. Hester was even getting a bit frustrated, saying that if we don't have a breakthrough soon there is not much else she can do for me.

So, I now stand in front of her office door, like I have so many times before, building up the courage to face her, a woman and then talk about my problem. Finally, taking a deep breath I reached out and grabbed the lever handle and opened the door. As I stepped inside she was waiting for me.

"Hey Mason, you did well, you only waited outside the door for... let me see, two minutes and twelve seconds, almost a record."

"Hi M... M... Ms. Hester..."

"Susan," she said.

"Susan. How are you Ms... Susan."

"I'm fine, want to come on in," she asked, opening a door that said Therapy.

I followed her into the room and went over to the couch sat down and leaned back. Sitting in her chair she began asking me once again how I felt after one of my blackouts, whether I could recall anything of the sexual encounter. After a while she realized we'd get nowhere discussing my blackouts and seemed to change track.

"Mason, do you recall ever having sex?"

"Well, yes."

"But how did you do that if you are so shy with women?"

"The few times it happened, I didn't really do anything."

"You had sex but didn't do anything?"

"Well no, the woman I was with did it all, undressed me, climbed on top of me and did everything," I answered.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, it was nice," I said smiling. "But after a few times, the woman then wanted me to do things and... and I just couldn't." After answering the question, I looked up and saw her standing near me. Without saying a word, she quickly kneeled down, and began unfastening my pants. I struggled with her, but she was surprisingly strong, one thick, powerful arm held me off, while she opened my pants with the other hand.

She pulled out my cock, which was small and put the entire thing in her mouth, while her long black hair fell down on my stomach and thighs. The sucking sensations on me got my cock growing quickly and soon he head was bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I continued to struggle some, trying to move her head away, but she was strong.

Slipping my cock out of her mouth she said, "You want this to stop, you want something different, you make it happen." Her mouth dropped back over my cock.

I cried out, "Please stop, this isn't right."

"You make it happen!" she said again just before sliding her mouth down over me again.

Finally, I somehow found the strength to sit up and move out from under her, but instead of zipping up my pants and leaving, I grabbed her, pulled her up and kissed her hard on the lips while my hands went to her large breasts and began squeezing. They were very firm and when I opened her blouse and unfastened her bra, they didn't sag much. My mouth locked on her nipples as I sucked and bit them.

I took her blouse and bra, tossing them on the floor and then unfastened her skirt. When I pulled that off her I looked down at her black, lace panties and noticed an incredible bulge. Kneeling down, I grabbed her panties and yanked them off as her cock slipped out and bounced against my face. I quickly grabbed it and began stroking it hard, letting my tongue roll over its head. Leaning forward, I knocked her back onto the couch and while still holding her cock in one hand, I moved my hips between her legs.

"In my top drawer, there's some Vaseline in there, you can use that," she said urgently.

Pulling my pants the rest of the way off, I opened her desk drawer and dipped my fingers into the Vaseline and smeared it on my cock. Moving back to her, I smeared a bit more on her ass, and then pushed my cock up against her. Finding her tiny hole, I pushed hard as she slowly opened up to me. Once I gained entrance, I moved in and out just a bit and then leaned on her again, feeling the resistance deeper inside her.

Once again, pushing hard, but slowly, I felt her open to me. I then pulled back and then thrust hard and deep into her, burying my cock to the hilt. As I quickened my pace, I watched as she reached down and began stroking her cock, timing her strokes to match my thrusts and withdrawals. I reached my hands out and pinched her nipples while continuing to plunge into her.

She was moving and wiggling beneath me and in a few moments I watched her white cum arch out of her cock and splash up on her breasts. Running my hands through it, I smeared her cum all over her breasts, enjoying how they then glistened in the light. While she came, I could feel the muscles of her ass tighten around me and I could feel myself getting closer. When she reached up and ran her fingertips over my nipples I lost all control and came, spurting my cum deep into her ass.

Grabbing her hips, I held her tight against me, trying to keep my now shrinking cock inside her. After a minute or so, her muscles finally squeezed me out. I stood up looking around the room. She said, "There's a towel in my bottom drawer."

I moved back to her desk, pulled the towel out of her drawer and cleaned myself off. I then tossed the towel to her so she could dab up the sticky cum I had smeared all over her breasts. As I began to get dressed I said, "I never suspected," nodding at her cock.

Smiling proudly she said, "Well, that's all a girl could ask for. And you know, I think we may have had a breakthrough here. I mean have you ever taken control like that with a woman."

"Not until just now."

"And see, no blackout, everything is fine," she said. Grabbing my wallet I pulled out a check but she topped me saying, "Today was on the house, but I want you back tomorrow. We'll talk about it some more."

"You really think..."

"I really think this was a breakthrough. We'll talk about ways of making it work for us."

"Thank you Susan," I said.

"No Ms. Hester?"

"Hey, I think that's the first time I called you Susan."

"You know what they sometimes say about the first time. It's always the best. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, buttoning up her blouse. She walked over, kissed me on the cheek and then opened the door.

I walked out through the lobby and then stepped through the door into the corridor. Turning around I looked at her name on the nameplate, whispering, "Susan," just Susan.