Indiscretions Chapter 7 Part 2

The receptionist let us enter Ray’s room as we arrived there. It seems Ray has been waiting for us.

“Welcome. You must be Lisa Benson, and this one is…”

“Jessica Benson. I am their daughter,” Jessica replies.

“Yes, welcome to my office, you two. I am Dr. Rachel Macmillan. I will be your psychiatrist, well, in your case, it may be better to say that I will be your counselor that help you to solve your family issues,” Ray introduces herself professionally. I’m glad that Ray dressed professionally for this moment. She was in a blouse and a white suit. Her skirt is quite short but not skimpy.

“You three may sit down there for now as I explain the procedure to you,” Ray instructs us to take a seat on the sofa.

After seeing the three of us sit down, Ray continues, “Our first session will be a group sharing session. I want you three to say your problem regarding each other. I have heard some stories and the problem from Paul’s perspective, but I will hear your side of the story. What do you think of Paul right now? What does he do that makes you feel frustrated? After this group session, I will have one-on-one sessions with each of you, and we will close our session with another group session.”

“First, let’s start with you, Mrs. Benson. Please tell me your side of the story.”

Lisa nods after getting Ray’s permission. She begins to pour out her complaint about me that she has kept for several days. “I fear Paul is cheating on me. I feel like he is fooling me with a lot of lies. Recently, I found out that Paul is in possession of something that he shouldn’t have. It makes me have a trust issue with him, but it’s not my fault; he is the one who started it by keeping things hidden from me. If I were not a resourceful lady, I think he would keep fooling me. “

“No, Lisa, I’m not cheating on you.”

It is quite ironic that the woman Lisa assumed I cheated with was now in front of her, trying to solve our family’s problem.

“Please be silent, Mr. Benson, it’s not your turn yet to respond. The more defensive you are, the more suspicious you will be; it can be seen that you are really hiding something behind.” Ray reminds me.

Ray then turns her attention to Jessica, “Now, it’s your turn, Ms. Jessica. What do you think of your father? What did he do that made you frustrated?”

“He is too controlling, I’m not his doll! He thinks that because he is the one who supports us financially, he expects me to obey his words every time. Really? Actually, I think Mom contributes more than him to my life. Mom knows me better, because she is there for me, not like him, who is too busy with his job. Sometimes, we barely talk for days. He doesn't know how much stress I bear.” Jessica answers Ray’s question.

“Without me working so hard in my work, you will be unable to live your current life. And what’s wrong with me being quite controlling? As your father, I just want the best for you. I don’t want you to stray into the wrong path like what you are doing right now.”

“Please, Mr. Benson, don’t interject; you will have your turn later.” Ray reminds me once more.

“Sorry,” I apologize to Ray.

“Alright, now, I have another question for you two ladies before we move on to Mr. Benson; do you think it is still worth it to maintain this family?”

“I’m not sure. We had a lot of small fights throughout our marriage, but this is the first time we have a big fight where I lost trust entirely in Paul. Paul needs to regain my trust if he wants our family intact, and I’m willing to give him some time.” Lisa answers.

“I think it’s better for Mom to divorce Dad. There are a lot of better men out there. I think it’s time to prove that his money can’t control us.” Jessica answers

I want to yell and rebuke Jessica, but Ray has warned me twice to wait my turn.

Ray scribes some words on her notepad. She then looks at me.

“The two of you already tell me what Mr. Benson makes you feel frustrated. Now, it’s time to hear Mr. Benson’s side.”

“Mr. Benson, it’s your turn. Tell me about what Lisa and Jessica did that you think has threatened the family harmony.”

I took a deep breath first before letting what I keep in my mind out, “For Lisa, I think there is a misunderstanding between us; she jumps to conclusions too much before looking at the truth. I also want her to stop enabling Jessica to be a bad girl. As a good mom and member of the PTA chair committee, she should know well that this is not something she should do. I am disappointed with how she handled her tantrum. What she did is only breaking our family apart. As for Jessica, she had been a bad girl lately; as a member of the Benson family, she should know to behave properly as a good girl. Being a bad girl doesn't have a place in our family. She tarnished our family name with her act. I think I have done nothing wrong, and I do my role as a father properly. It is the two of them who are at fault, pushing our family to the brink.”

“Now…now, you shouldn’t blame them, Mr. Benson, from what I see, each of you had a part in making your family dysfunctional now. Next, we will do one-on-one sessions with each of you. I will try to mediate and help you to solve your differences. First one, I think I should begin with you, Ms. Jessica.”

“Me?” Jessica seems to be surprised that Ray picked her first.

“Yes, Jessica. And as for you two, I hope Mr. and Mrs. Benson will wait outside until I call you.” Ray instructs us.

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Lisa and I wait outside in the lounge. We wait in silence. I try to strike up a conversation with my wife, but the conversation doesn’t stick, so we go back and wait in silence and awkwardness. The receptionist we met at the lobby comes to us and brings us some drinks while we wait.

A milkshake? Why another milkshake?

I see Lisa drink her share quickly as if she were really thirsty.

“Do you want an extra? You can have mine,” I offer my milkshake to Lisa.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s just a milkshake anyway. I’m not thirsty.”

“Thanks, but don’t think giving me yours will make me easily forgive you.”

She grabs mine and quickly drinks it, but she stops after a few sips. A confused frown appears on her face.

“What’s wrong? Are you suddenly feeling unwell, dear?”

“Never mind it, I’m fine. It's just that your milkshake tastes different than mine, so I was surprised.”

“Different? You mean different flavors?”

“Not only flavor but texture as well.” She answers.

Is there anything wrong with my milkshake? Before I can ask her further, the receptionist comes again to us.

“Mrs. Benson, it is your turn now. You can enter the room,” the brunette receptionist says.

“Huh, is Jessica finished? Where is she now?” I asked the receptionist.

“She is in a different lounge, the doctor says she doesn't want you to meet each other until the next group session at the end, as for why it is? Please ask the doctor,” the brown-skinned receptionist explains to us.

“Ah, okay.”

Lisa then goes back to Ray’s room, leaving me alone in the lounge.

After seeing my wife entering the doctor's room, the brunette receptionist doesn’t go back to the lobby. She unbuttons some of the top buttons of her blouse so I can peek at her tits. The receptionist is well-endowed and almost in par with Ray in size.

“May this Nadia serve you, sir? Madam Ray has asked me to show you our utmost hospitality. This is our office's special service,” the receptionist kneels before me.

I gulp down my saliva. It’s a lie if I say I’m not tempted to do something to her, but my wife and daughter are in the other room. This is an infidelity. I shouldn’t do it. I am a good man.

Nadia seems to notice my hesitation, but the receptionist doesn't give up. “Just close your eyes, Sir. Pretend you know nothing, and just enjoy it. It’s all my doing, not yours. It’s not an affair.”

Nadia’s voice is like a sweet devil whispering in my ears. I close my eyes, pretending that I know nothing of what Nadia will do to me.

I hear the sound of my pants’ zipper being opened, and a moment later, I feel something warm and wet enveloping my cock. I hear some wet sloping sounds. I’m not opening my eyes, but I know well what happened. The busty receptionist is sucking my cock. I can feel my cock throb as her tongue dances around my cock.

Fuck. She’s good, I think she's even better than Lisa at sucking cock. It seems she is an expert at doing this and has been doing this for a long time.

I can feel my cum build up on the tip of my cock. I can’t hold it anymore, and I come inside her mouth.

I panicked and opened my eyes.

Nadia was opening her mouth wide and gurgling my cum for me to see. I have a hunch that she was waiting for me to say something to her.

“You may swallow it,” I command her.

She swallows all my cum and opens her mouth again to show me her empty mouth.

“Thank you for using our service. Unfortunately, you cum too fast; your wife's session hasn't finished yet. Please wait here. When her session is finished, I will call you to enter.”

Her words that I cum too fast take a jab at my confidence, but before I can say anything, Nadia, the receptionist, has stood up and walked away as if nothing happened between us.

I get left alone at the lounge. And suddenly my phone rings.

“Huh?” I’m surprised. It is a message from Mistress Noir. Usually, she will message me at 5 p.m but this isn’t even past twelve a.m. I still open her message curiously. Like usual, it contains a video attachment.

I click open the video.

The first scene that greets me is the appearance of Mistress Noir. Unlike her usual black dress, she is dressed in a sexy black blouse, white coat, and mini skirt. I just realized that what she is currently wearing is a parody of what Ray wears.

The camera then turns around, and I see the MILF wearing a nurse costume, and then there is a new ‘cast’, another woman, like all of the women that appear in the videos, she has a mask on her face. This new woman has a bunny mask on her face. So, let’s call her ‘Bunny’. Bunny is strapped to a chair. She is naked except for her mask. Her mouth gagged with a ball gag. She struggles to break free, but to no avail.

“Hello *beep*, calm down, we are here to help you. You can call me Mistress Noir. I’m your psychiatrist for today. I will heal your mind and make you my proper bunny,” says Mistress Noir.

The ‘psychiatrist’ continues, “Nurse Asslicker, please inject, Mrs. *beep* with our strongest aphrodisiac.”

‘Bunny’ shakes her head in fear, pleading that the MILF or Nurse Asslicker not to inject her with the ****. But Nurse Asslicker doesn't care about her pleas and still injects ‘Bunny’ with an aphrodisiac like Mistress Noir commanded. Bunny begins to struggle even harder, her skin blushing red. Her pussy leaks a lot of juice.

“Give her the inhibitor.” Mistress Noir gives another instruction to Nurse Asslicker.

Nurse Asslicker then installs an IV drip on her wrist. Bunny stops squirting, but her eyes feel even more ****.

Mistress Noir gives some signal to Nurse Asslicker. The Milf nurse walks behind ‘Bunny’ and removes her gag.

“Please let me cum, please. I beg you, I want to cum. I think I will go crazy.”

“I will let you cum, after we heal your mind and you recall your identity.”

“What do you mean? I know my identity, I am *beep*,” Bunny asks them in a confused tone.

“No, you aren’t her, Mrs. *Beep* is just a fake identity you use, you are my Slutbunny.”

“Slutbunny? No, I’m not your Slutbunny. I’m Mrs. *beep*.” ‘Bunny’ refuses to acknowledge her identity as Slutbunny.

“See, you have forgotten your identity? Unless you recall your memory as Slutbunny, you will not get to cum. If you admit that you are Slutbunny, I will give you the greatest orgasm in your life.” Mistress Noir says.

Tempted by the promise of orgasm. ‘Bunny’ quickly changes her stance. “Yes, I’m your Slutbunny, please let me cum.”

“Are you really my Slutbunny? Or are you just pretending to be my Slutbunny? If you are my Slutbunny, tell me what Slutbunny loves to do.”

Bunny hesitates for a moment; she is only pretending to agree, she isn’t the real Slutbunny. She doesn’t know what Slutbunny loves to do.

Nurse Asslicker then whispers some words in her ear.

“Slutbunny loves to fuck black men,” Bunny says in an embarrassed tone

“I can’t hear you. Repeat it with a louder voice!”

“Slutbunny loves to fuck black men,” Bunny says in a louder voice.

“Louder!”

“Slutbunny loves to fuck black men,” Bunny yells.

“Louder! Say it on top of your lungs!”

“SLUTBUNNY LOVES TO FUCK BLACK MEN!” Bunny shouts in an even louder volume.

“More, repeat it until I tell you to stop.”

“Slutbunny….”

I count that Mistress Noir let Bunny repeat the words around 30 times before she was satisfied.

Mistress Noir walks closer to Bunny and takes out the wonder ****, the vial with milky white liquid, “Once you get the fix, you will experience the greatest orgasm in your life, and truly become my Slutbunny, Mrs. *beep*. Now, open your mouth.”

She pours the contents of the vial into Bunny’s mouth, then takes a step aside. A moment later, Bunny finally gets her orgasm. She squirts like a broken dam. Her eyes rolled to the back after feeling immense pleasure.

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I begin to get anxious. Mistress Noir sent me this, probably because she knows I am going to Ray for counseling. It’s a provocation from her.

Even if Ray is professional, I forget that she is a friend of Mistress Noir. Will Ray forsake her professionalism and do the same to Lisa and Jessica?

A few moments after the video ends, the receptionist returns to the lounge.

“Mr. Benson, it’s your turn now. You can enter the doctor’s room.”

Will I see my wife and daughter turned into mindless fucktoy when I open the door?

To be continued.

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