Touch Therapy

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I reached out my delicate hand. “I’m Dr. Stevens.” 

The man reached his hand to mine and replied, “Thanks for seeing us. I’m Mr. Robinson.” He was tall with blond hair and a grayish-blue business suit. He grasped my hand tightly with his left hand as he waved his right hand toward the woman beside him and said, “This is my wife, Julia.”

She was shorter than me with long black hair that fell halfway down her back. Her makeup was hastily done, and her eyes longed for an exit.

I waved to her. “Nice to meet you,” I smiled. She was around my age, but he was at least ten years older than both of us. “So, what’s the problem?”

Both backed up and sat in the two cloth chairs that were positioned facing my desk.

“Um…my husband wants to try.” She paused as her eyes darted around the room.

“Anything you say here stays here. I won’t tell a soul.”

Her eyes caught mine as I spoke. Her lips curled up slightly at my statement.

“He wants me to try deep-throating, but every time I’ve tried before, I’ve thrown up.”

He mumbled, “Never tried with me,” under his breath as his eyebrow bent down.

“Deep throating is a difficult one,” I replied as I leaned back in my chair. “Relaxing that gag reflex enough for that is tough, but it can be trained.”

Mr. Robinson replied, “Exactly,” as he looked over at his wife and back to me. “We were hoping you could give her some pointers and techniques to assist.”

“Honestly, practice is the most important, and testing the limits…Here how about you show me what level you guys are.”

“Okay…” Julia said. “But how?”

I smiled. “Just show me how far you can put his penis in your mouth without gagging.”

Mr. Robinson was taken aback as he asked, “Is that appropriate?”

I shrugged, “I see hundreds of patients a day; over eighty percent of them perform a sexual act in front of me. It’s my job and I’m just here to help. All I ask of y’all is for you to trust me.”

Mr. Robinson looked at Julia and shrugged.

She looked at him and sighed, then at me and replied, “Okay, I trust you.”

He leaned back and unbuttoned his work pants and pulled them down with his gray boxers. His penis was nice with a slight upward bend, perfect for penetration with G-spot stimulation. It was already hard and appeared to be about seven to seven and a quarter inches long. Above average by a couple of inches, and the girth was good too, about two inches wide.

His wife’s mouth, though, appeared to be quite small, or at least it seemed that way as she talked.

“Let’s start by just showing me as far as you can get right now without gagging.”

She knelt down.

I walked around my desk and knelt beside her.

She wrapped her mouth around him and slowly lowered herself. She got around three inches before she gagged loudly and jumped off.

“Ah,” I said as I wrote on my notepad. “Surprisingly, that’s actually a good start, but for a full deep throat to the testicles you’ll need a little over double that.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s not possible.”

“Of course it is.”

She tilted her head and replied, “Oh, yeah? Then show me.”

Without hesitation, I placed my notepad on the ground beside me and leaned in. I grabbed his cock firmly with my right hand and guided it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly shoved the tip all the way to the back of my throat before I raised up and turned to her. I smiled. “See, it’s easy.”

They both stared at me in disbelief, their jaws on the ground.

“What?” I asked.

“Did you just put my husband’s cock in your mouth?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, you told me to.”

Mr. Robinson looked at her and said, “She’s not wrong, hun…you did ask her to.”

Julia shook her head. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”

I placed my hand on her shoulder and said, “Like I said, I’m only here to help. I get no pleasure from this.” I grabbed her hand and laid it on my vagina. “See, dry.”

Her hand lay on my vagina. It wasn’t even slightly wet. Which I assumed would ease her mind…which it did.

“Oh…”

“So, I have a couple of techniques to show you. First, I like to press my left thumb into a tight fist and focus on my breathing. Like this.” I raised my left hand to where she could see it and pressed my thumb into a tight fist. I put his cock back in my mouth and held my thumb tight. I breathed in and out loudly so she could hear the rhythm as I pushed my mouth to the base of his cock and back to the top.

She stared at me intently, watching every move.

Mr. Robinson gripped the chair tightly as he tried not to make a noise.

She nodded as she said, “Okay, let me try.”

His cock fell out of my mouth covered in my spit as she scooted over. She grabbed it with her right hand and placed her mouth over his cock. She lowered onto it and got about two inches further before she gagged and popped up.

I smiled at her. “Great job, but your breathing was off. Listen closely and mimic this.” Sucked his cock into my mouth and breathed loudly as I sucked up and down his full cock, building a rhythm.

I felt him jerk his right hand up to his mouth as he tried to keep quiet.

“Okay, I see,” she said as she put his cock back in her mouth. She went a little further and gagged again. She looked up at me and said, “It’s when it gets to the back of my throat. When it rubs their I always gag.”

“Oh, I have a trick for that.”

I stared at him as I put his cock back in my mouth. My crystal blue eyes staring into his. I stroked his cock as I pushed it all the way into my mouth. I stroked and sucked over and over.

He gripped the chair tight; fibers ripped on the chair as he scratched at it.

“Well, what did you do there?” She asked.

I stroked his cock as I turned to her. “See, I used my hand to guide his cock more toward the opening in my throat rather than the back to give those extra inches.”

“Oh,” she said as I stroked his cock. She went back down and sucked to the very bottom, but gagged. “Damn it.” She said as she slowly raised up.

“Last thing, clear your mind. Watch here. I’m going to clear my mind entirely and just suck.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

I grabbed his cock tight and stroked hard as I wrapped my mouth back around it one last time. I lowered all the way down, licking down his cock. His balls pressed against my lower lip. I sucked up and down from the tip to his balls.

His hand gripped the chair so tightly that the chair screeched.

I kept demonstrating for his wife.

She stared, taking mental notes while she watched me.

I felt cum shoot across my tongue. My eyes widened as I looked back at her husband.

His eyes weren’t just wide open; they were hollow too. I felt his fear across his body as well as the warmth of his cum filling my throat.

He squirmed as I kept sucking. I sucked every ounce of cum out of his cock before I swallowed it and raised up.

“See, that’s the best way.” I smiled as I kept his salty secret.

She smiled obliviously as she wrapped her mouth around his cock. She used all my techniques perfectly as she went all the way to his base, not a single gag. She bounced off it and hugged me tight.

“Thank you so much,” she cried. “I can finally give him what he wants, thanks to you.” She looked back at her husband, a huge smile painted across her face. “Pay this woman and meet me at the car.” She skipped out the door.

He gulped and pulled up his underwear and pants, still looking horrified.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Mr. Robinson, it’s okay. It happens quite a lot in my line of work. You have no idea how often I’ve had to hide that from a wife. You did nothing wrong. I won’t tell your wife.” I placed my hand to my mouth and ran an imaginary zipper across it. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He nodded. “Thanks. Otherwise, I think she’d leave me.”

“Why?” I asked. “It was an accident.”

He frowned. “Yeah, but the fastest she’s made me cum is in like twenty minutes from sex, and her blow jobs have never made me cum.”

“Oh, yeah…but this is my job, so it’s no wonder I was able to…don’t worry about it. Hopefully, this will help with that.”

He smiled. “Yeah, hopefully. Um…how much do I owe you?”

“Did you purchase the cum insurance and come pre-tested?”

“Um…cum insurance?” He thought for a moment before laughing. “Oh, you’re joking. I got it.”

I shook my head, confused. “No, I’m serious.”

“Oh,” his face turned to stone. “Well, I did come pre-tested, got it yesterday as requested. In this office, too. But no one said nothing about cum insurance.”

“Well…can’t do anything about that now, but you do get the regular consultation price of $2,000, the use and assistance package of $3,000, but the lack of cum insurance means a cum surcharge of $5,000. So your total comes out to $10,000.”

“It’s $5,000 to cum?”

“Well, that’s the mouth charge. It happens, but I’m not a whore, I’m a sex therapist.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s fair, but what’s the other charges?”

“Oh, well, vagina is $10,000 and ass is $25,000. But cum insurance is 25% less for each, but it’s prepaid which means if you don’t cum you don’t get any back.”

“Well, damn, can I get cum insurance and come back and pay $7500 for your pussy?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Ew, you have a wife…pig. Those are charges for assistance packages that lead to cumming. They’re not to pre-pay so you can fuck me. As I just said…I’m not a whore.” I rolled my eyes and pointed at the door. “Pay the desk lady and then get out!”

“Sorry…that was a bad joke.”

“Out!”