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.”
