Category: Mature

When he walked into her office she could tell this man was stressed out. He was pacing back and forth and his nails looked like they had been hit with a belt sander from him chewing them so much.

“Sit down and relax” she said. Trying to calm the man down. “What exactly is the problem?” she asked.

“Well, I’ve got a gambling problem.” said the man, as he looked nervously around the room.

“That’s a pretty common issue. I’ve dealt with lots of gambling addicts before.” said the psychologist.

“Well, this isn’t any normal gambling problem.” he said. “You see, when I start playing poker I get the sudden urge to play with myself.”

“Play with yourself?” she asked quizzingly. “What do you mean? Play poker by yourself?”

“No” he said. “I mean I take my cock out and start stroking it during the middle of the game. I know that’s fucked up. You should see the look on the other player’s faces when they see me tugging on my cock. I’ve been kicked out of 3 casinos already. But it’s like a good luck charm to me. As soon as I start yanking on it, I start winning hands. Nowadays I’ve been surviving by playing at home online, but it’s just not the same.”

The psychologist moved closer to him and said in a soft voice “So if I were to pull out a deck of cards right now and start a game of poker with you, you’d need to pull your cock out and start masturbating?”

“Yes, that’s exactly my problem” he said, as he watched her reaching into her desk for something.

“Let’s play” she said, as she plopped a fresh deck of cards on the table in front of him.

“You don’t understand” he said nervously. “If we start playing I’m going to have to start playing with my cock. I can’t help it.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly.” she said as she crossed her legs in her chair in front of him. She could see a slight bulge start to rise in his pants as she slid her chair closer to him.

“OK” he said with a nervous laugh. He shuffled the cards and began staring at her smooth, black pantyhose-covered legs, peeking out of her black skirt. You can see lots of hot sluts wearing black pantyhose at prostitutemovies.com.  As he started dealing out the cards one by one, he motioned for his pants and undid the button, then unzipped his fly and pulled his semi-soft, meaty cock out into the open. She watched intently as he began stroking himself.

As they each placed their first bet, she could see the veins start to bulge in his cock. He was fully erect now and she was surprised at just how massive his swollen member was. He raised her another $20 chip, and began stroking furiously at that point. “Call.” she said in a seductive voice.

He stroked his cock like he was trying to pull start a chainsaw. He leaped up out of his chair and moved his cock closer to his psychologist. He could tell she wanted it.

“Give me what you got!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve got a Fulllllllllll Houuuuuusssssseeeee!!!” He screamed as the cum erupted from his glistening cock, blasting all over her face. She opened her mouth wide as the hot spray covered her. It was so thick and creamy it felt like giant ropes hitting her. She swallowed as much of it as she could, while the rest lay strewn across her hair, face and blouse. Her eyes were partially glued shut from the massive amounts of semen dripping down her face.

The man sat down, exhausted and breathing heavy. “Well?” he said.

“Well what?” the psychologist asked, as she began wiping the cum from her eyes and face.

“Well, what did you have for a hand?”

She laid her cards on the table and said, “Looks like I lost. Your 30 minutes is up for today. Come back next week, and bring more money next time. We’re going to have to do some serious research the tackle this problem.”

I’ve been a practicing psychologist for the last 10 years. Once I started my practice I started to really do well for myself. You could say I’m a very successful woman. I soon began to learn that a strong woman like myself has power over men. Especially men who are vulnerable and at their weakest, looking for someone…anyone to help.

That’s when my sexual desires began to rear their ugly head in my office. The first time it happened, I was seeing a police officer. He came to me in confidence and told me he had a sexual addiction problem, and that he would often force himself onto prostitutes and homeless women, using his authority to convince them to have sexual relations with him. He knew this was wrong and was deeply ashamed. He broke down and wept in my office. I literally had to get him a box of Kleenex because he was dripping tears all over my expensive Italian sofa.

He was quite pathetic. How could this blubbering man have that kind of power over any woman? Deep down I was disgusted by him. I suddenly felt myself growing tired of his incessant complaining and whimpering, scared to death that he was going to go to jail for the things he had done. That’s when I thought he needed to be taught a lesson.

He was still sobbing as I got out of my chair. I was in a short skirt, with black sheer pantyhose and high heels. I looked like a sexy secretary. You can see sexy secretary videos on prostitutemovies.com. I walked slowly over towards him as he continued his sob story, not even bothering to look up at me as he blathered on. That’s when I cocked my hand back and struck him hard in the face. This wasn’t just a simple slap, my hand left an imprint on his cheek that you could instantly see turning red. He was completely shocked and even dazed from the blow as he looked up at me flabbergasted.

As I stood closer to him I thrust my pelvis right into his face and said “You’ve been a naughty boy. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Now you’re going to have to eat my pussy or I’m going to let your Chief know what you’ve been up to.”

At first I could see an expression of anger form on his face. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that. He definitely wasn’t used to being struck in the face by a woman half his size. He began to lean back in an aggressive manner as though he was going to get up off the couch. That’s when I struck him again. This time on the other side of his face.

“Don’t you know what you’re dealing with here?” I shouted. “You’re going to jail for 20 years. You’re a rapist you son of a bitch! Now are you going to eat that pussy or am I going to make a phone call?”

I didn’t even wait for his response. I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down. My pussy was already dripping down my leg. I was so turned on and I didn’t know where this excitement was coming from. I guess it was so many years of listening to people bitch and moan about their miserable lives. I finally had enough.

I violently rammed my vagina into his mouth and began grinding up and down as I clutched the back of his head and forced his face into me tightly. At first I could feel him try to pull away, but then he relaxed and I could feel his wet tongue come out. He began licking me and his hands reached up to get a grip on my firm buttocks.

I was in a state of euphoria. I don’t even remember the next 3 minutes as I think I blacked out. I remember coming to in the middle of a monstrous squirting orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I soaked his face with so much of my pussy juice that for a second I thought he was going to choke to death. But he suffered through my spray and licked it up and swallowed as much as he could, cleaning me up like a dog finishing off it’s meal from a dog bowl.

When I was finished I released my grip on his head and looked directly into his eyes. They were bloodshot and watering. He was crying right in front of me. It was a pathetic sight. He had obviously never been so emasculated in his entire life. The big, tough cop had been put in his place by a 130 pound woman. I grabbed a tissue for him and wiped my cum off his face. He was completely speechless. I kneeled down on my knees and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a gentle hug. That’s when he began bellowing like a baby. The waterworks were in full force again. I think it was the realization of what had just happened to him, and the fact that I showed him mercy after I gave him some of the same victimization that he had forced upon so many poor prostitutes.

I told him in a soft, caring voice that I wouldn’t be telling anyone about what he had done. A look of relief came over his face. Then I said “I expect you here next week at the same time.” He nodded. He already knew he was going to become my submissive little slave. That was the price he had to pay for his transgressions. And he was OK with it.

He was my first. The first of many. I had many more clients to see. Many more men that needed to be dealt with by their psychiatrist. I was open for business and looking for clients.