The Relief of Therapy

Dr. Anand doesn't show her arousal from Ms. Lia's first words to her, and I have to chalk that up to professionalism, confusion, or both. It's to my benefit, perhaps, that no one says another word until we've piled into the office where she conducts her meetings: a heavily-decorated, thirty-by-thirty office with two loveseats flanking a nightstand in one corner, the doctor's massive leather chair in the opposing corner, and an oak desk in the perpendicular corner across from the door. The floor is partly covered by a massive Persian rug of some history and cradles upon its soft layers all of the doctor's side of the furniture. Other than these fine things, the walls and floors are insultingly unimpressive, perhaps simply poured concrete flattened by lazy hands. Why the Hell is an office this nice in a dump like here?! It's one of the less pressing questions as I take a seat on the closer loveseat--a soft blue only a shade lighter than the therapist's top, and cushy as Hell--and pat on the spot next to me.

Sophia understand my unspoken command and obeys, her entire body shriveling as if preparing for my touch. Dr. Anand picks up on that quick as she closes the door and eyes us both.

“Feel free to spread out,” she very softly urges.

“Maybe later,” I quickly reply. The good doctor seems irritated, but I don't bother making excuses; though the combined IQ of these women probably dwarfed mine by some embarrassing amount, I feel in control of the situation. “I just hope you can help her with the problem we've been having.”

“What problem is that, Sophia?”

Sophia looks up, fear in her eyes, and looks to me for guidance... but her hands are trembling to rise to her nipples, so she answers truthfully, “He wants us to be in some kind of carnal relationship where I'm to be his plaything, or worse, and call himself my lover while he does it... and I don't want that to happen!”

I give Dr. Anand a steady measure as her face twitches and twists. She inhales deep as she crosses her legs. She doesn't break until her voice hesitates and almost cracks, “Well, this is your session too, Mr. Haines: is that the relationship you want?”

Here goes nothing. “I just want her to be honest with herself and her body: she really wants me sexually, to the point where it's driven her to masturbate at work.”

“That's-!” Sophia is clearly not so submissive she'll let me make her out to be a pervert to third-parties not yet in-the-know... but she remembers her instruction for this little meeting and the price she'd pay if she disobeys. She promptly corrects herself, “I guess so.”

“How often have you masturbated at work?”

“I've... I've masturbated dozens of times, I guess. Sometimes just in a few classes, sometimes in almost every class of the day, and then during lunch and-”

“I-I'm sorry,” Dr. Anand sighs, her breaths getting heavier, “in class? You skip teaching to... masturbate?”

“She does it right in front of us all,” I jump in, “and she only stopped when I groped her myself, isn't that right, love?”

Sophia stares more in horror than anger at being called "love," but my question stands. “Y-Yes... but I don't know that that means they're linked! Maybe I'm... I'm finally better.”

“I... I see- I'm sorry, I need to step out for a minute,” the good doctor sighs as she begins to carefully rise from her seat, “I'll be... j-just a minute.”

Once she's out of earshot, I whisper eagerly to my partner in this little charade. “You're going to tell her how my touch... I mean, my compliments make you feel, how I've made you feel compared to every other man you've met, and what this weekend's been like compared to every weekend before it.”

“You want me to say all that... honestly?” She almost looks nervous at the prospect of doing so, as if it'd upset me. “I doubt it will be what you think it is.”

“I'll correct you if I think you're straying... but just be honest.” Not that she has a choice, if the therapist does her job.

A few minutes later, Dr. Anand is again sitting with us... this time without her jacket. “Thank you for your patience-”

“I...” The therapist nods as Sophia tries to feed her the narrative ordered. My dear teacher shifts uncomfortably in the chair as she declares, “David has... has paid me more compliments than most, and they make me feel... pleasure. Physically! Only physically... pleasurable. I've met countless men like him, but none that made me feel this way... and this weekend he's been in my house has just been... god...” Sophia shudders as my hand slides innocently around the small of her back.

Dr. Anand, meanwhile, watches our proximity with naked envy. “H-How... How did you find that weekend together?”

Grinning, I can't help but ask, “How many times did I make you come, Ms. Lia?”

Her face twists in a grimace, but she doesn't bother fighting my query. “I'm not sure how much was... this weekend. Most of the 1,801 times in total... were these past few days. The weekend has been nothing but a constant, uncontrolled... cycle of pleasure. As an intellectual, I loathed it...”

“That's... that's an impossible amount,” Dr. Anand whispers between deep sighs, but she doesn't let either of us correct her before she adds, “But putting aside... your feelings as an... 'intellectual,' what... what did Sophia Lia the woman feel?”

I bet that question used to feel empowering to poor Ms. Lia. Sophia is startled by the question, and I hug her reassuringly. It doesn't help; she just closes her eyes and grits her teeth until she feels the answer pulled from her chest. “I felt debased... reduced to a toy and... and absolutely lost in a storm of bliss no one could ever overcome.”

I can't hide my own joy as I listen to her; hearing my "punishments" being described so poetically makes me all the happier I chose Ms. Lia for my focus. “I keep telling her these are all signs we're meant to be together, doc, but she doesn't believe me.”

“They're...” The therapist must've found my conclusion as something of a challenge, because despite her flush features she sits up straighter and does her best to even her breathing before responding. “These feelings could mean many things, certainly, but at the very least they indicate that you have a certain... chemistry... in the physical.”

“Ms. Lia,” I coo, “have you ever felt more pleasure in your life than this weekend?”

“Pleasure? That's not... fucking... no, of course not,” she angrily whispers.

“Then, presuming all parties consent, this seems like something you two should continue to explore.”

The gentle tick-tock of a wall-mount clock had gone totally unnoticed until just now as the silence lingers. Sophia, after her jaw drops in frozen shock, finally manages, “C-Continue?!”

“I was telling her we should have... you know... real sex to finally resolve these conflicted feelings she has for me.”

Dr. Anand finally takes the bait and nods. “That is the easiest way to do so.”

“W-What?! That's...” But the gears begin to turn in Sophia's mind as the Dr. Anand's new customizations take hold. It's sound advice from a professional... the absolute stamp of authority for Sophia Lia, after her own stamp of authority of course. What that means, in the realm where Ms. Lia herself has no authority, is terribly clear. “T-That's... not what I was expecting...”

“Well, that's just my professional opinion, Sophia,” Dr. Anand lectures, her legs crossing and re-crossing as she wrestles with her own arousal, “and you're free to do what you'd like, but... well, there really is no better solution to confronting this relationship and your own insecurities about your sexuality as you've developed them.”

“Dr. Anand,” I interject too eagerly, “wouldn't it be best if we did it here with your guidance, just to make sure it was effective?”

“W-W-What?! Here?! Now?!”

“Well, that's not untrue,” Dr. Anand sighs, “but you should continue practicing together in your own home as well... or a hotel, or anywhere else you'd like, really. We have plenty of time left, however, so we might as well ensure you're doing it correctly.”

Sophia begins to stammer something that sounds awfully close to an objection or complaint... but I give her breasts a gentle squeeze through the threadbare fabric of her top and melt her words into moans. Her nipples, mostly visible through the top, begin to harden; I quickly lift and peel her top away to free them before her milkers can start leaking, and sure enough I'm rewarded with the first few droplets being flung to the ground.

“Well, let's not make a mess of my office now!” As Dr. Anand quietly walks over and bends down to begin peeling the carpet back and away from us, my hands are working off what little clothing remains on my dear teacher. This is happening... this is finally happening, and the bewildering speed of it no longer concerns me. I've waited too long to put Sophia Lia in her place: sitting on my cock and taking my load in that adult virgin snatch of hers. Less than a minute of moans and gropes later, Ms. Sophia Lia is a fully unwrapped present... and her moans have Dr. Anand reclining cautiously into her own chair.

“I-I'm not... ready... I'm a virgin, David, please...!”

“You don't think Dr. Anand's advice is good?”

“I-It is, of course... b-but I'm... I'm so scared...” As I fish my pants and boxers down, I finally notice it: Sophia Lia is trembling. I haven't actually driven her to come yet, so this is just... fear, isn't it? She really is accepting the inevitability of what's about to happen, and now that it's finally out of her control, approved by a doctor, and commanded by me... she is crying. Before I can center myself in the loveseat, she turns and clambers onto me, naked and with the hairless slit of her crotch resting against mine, with a **** plea in her eyes. Tall and voluptuous as she is, even as milk begins to dribble into and soak my shirt from where her nipples press against me... she looks more the scared teenager than me or Alice or anyone ever has before me. “W-We don't have... condoms, we don't have protection-”

“You can't get pregnant.”

“O-Of course I can!” Huh. I guess she has no way to know about her immunities, at least not without me revealing alot about the app... oh well. “I'm not ready to be... a lover, or a wife, o-or a fucking... mother...!”

“Just... put it in already.” Both Sophia and I give a slow, shocked turn towards Dr. Anand... whose hands have not-so-subtly situated themselves somewhere near her crotch and behind her clipboard. “... The clock is running, after all. I can guide your genitals together, if needed.”

“You heard the expert, Sophia... so,” I whisper, “do you want to do it yourself, or have Miss Anand do it?”

“Dr. Anand.” Aroused as she obviously is, Dr. Anand is no less prideful.

It takes Sophia a moment to register my question... and quivering, her hands flat against my chest, she whispers, “I... I'll do it.”

Insane, horny, and surreal. These are the words I would use to describe this moment at the precipice of my virginity... and hers. As I settle myself into the couch directly across the therapist, my naked arse enjoying the fabric while my pants and boxers ring around my ankles, Sophia slowly swings her leg to follow my positioning, her heavy, leaking breast filling my vision as she positions herself over me. My hands run up her thighs, her sides, her armpits and finally to her face as I hold it in both hands while staring up at her with naught but bliss on my lips. She looks down at me, surely expecting some vulgar command. Maybe I should give her one, if only to keep the theme of **** going... but as her fair, unblemished skin fills my senses, all I can manage is, “You're beautiful, Ms. Lia.” Her eyes go wide as she stares deeply into my own. Is this... love? Does she actually, finally feel-

“Please... pull out.”

... No, of course not. She just wants to protect herself, of course... and I'm suddenly less interested in helping her accept this. “We're meant to be together.” Her eyes show she understands my answer... and I reach down to lift my cock and kiss her virgin slit. A slickness tickles and teases my flaring head until I'm almost dizzy, but I still manage, “You said you wanted to do it.”

Even as her sensitive slit weeps onto my cock, she manages to resist. “I... I can't...”

“Dr. Anand, could you help her?”

Despite my expectation, the good doctor was already standing... and with her own scent of arousal mingling with Sophia's, she's suddenly behind my dear teacher with hands resting gently on bare, white shoulders. “Ready, Sophia?”

“Ah... I-I'm...” She wants to lie, to deny it... but wet as she is, aroused and ready as we both are... of course we're ready. Her hands begin their journey to her nipples, and only then does she finally cry out, “Yes...!”

I almost miss. Anand pushes on Sophia's shoulders and the latter's knees slide deeper alongside either side of me as the space between her birth canal and clit gets impaled. Just as that stiff surface is about to terribly wound my rigid manhood, tender and slippery flesh finally gives and guides me true... and only now does Ms. Sophia resist Dr. Anand. I feel the membrane at the tip of my cock; god is she tight, even here at her entrance! Her hymen, protected for decades, now stretches to try and push me back out. “Sophia-”

“T-This is... this is my-!”

There was too much teasing... too much edging, far too many close-calls and denial this morning. As I feel my victory at the tip of my cock, I can feel my balls spasming as they begin my own orgasm... and I'll be damned if I blow it shallow. My hands finally shoot to her waist and, before she can offer more resistance, pull her deeper into the cushions below me.

A gentle tear, barely felt by me... but enough to fill her world with renewed, bottomless despair.

“There we go,” Dr. Anand coos.

“I'm coming,” is all I can manage to grunt as I hold her in place, feeling her sullied pocket grip me tight. I grip her nipples and twist them, making her back arch as she howls her mixture of misery and bliss. Her hungry snatch milks me with her first orgasm since we hit the road, and soon the effects of my "ointment" take hold: the gentle teasing at her entrance was already overloading, but as my cum fills the nooks and crannies of her, all the gentle, sensitive lining of her pussy becomes a firebrand in her nervous system. I squeeze her lower-half close as I hug her ass and hold on for dear life, my entire body folding and jolting as I continue to come inside my bucking English teacher. I tuck my head into her breast and suck as I inhale her nipple and drink deep. Her body quakes once more with pleasure, and in that pose we continue until I finally have enough sense to roll over and pin her to the couch.

I pull away long enough to get a sense of her... and her body, gleaming in the light with sweat and with milk now generously spraying to either side of her, is made so much hotter with my cum-slick cock still half-hard and buried in her well-seeded snatch. Her eyes are unfocused; pleasure has finally overcome fear as she abandons her complaints. Watching how she shakes as I withdraw just an inch makes me hard once again. Not wanting to waste this prestigious arousal, I push into her again... and it's hard to not stay anchored in her as her legs flail and her cries become **** breaths. She comes... and comes again, all just from me holding my hard-on inside her fully-soaked tunnel. Whatever pain she felt from losing her hymen has become a distant memory, and now I can focus on lasting longer for our second round.

By leaving my cock to get awkwardly, reflexively milked by her, I can focus on mauling her still-sensitive nipples, squeezing milk out of her until the loveseat is properly stained.

“You'll have to pay for the damages to my furniture,” Dr. Anand moans just behind me. I nearly jump forward and fall over when I'm finally reminded of her presence.

But grunting, I offer, “Help me out and drink up; it won't spill that way.”

“I'm afraid I don't offer that kind of therapy,” she manages to scoff even as her words are half-moaned. Ms. Lia's continuing moans obviously have an effect on her, but without any other arousal mechanics Dr. Anand has at least enough willpower to return to her seat.

As much as I'd like to make it a threesome, I'm feeling too good in Ms. Lia's grip. Her raven hair is splayed out onto the loveseat behind her, framing that moaning, ecstatic expression I'd enjoy seeing for all the remainder of my days. I'd make her make that face every night, now; there's no going back to punishments and awkward teacher-student conferences. I'd never leave her pussy without a fresh load in it as long as I... Shit, I have to think about... about something else, or I'm gonna...

Fuck, I'm not a virgin anymore... and I came inside my English teacher! She's so worried when she isn't coming, I can see it on her face... and yet I'm ready to blow another load inside her. “Ms. Lia... we did it... we're finally lovers.” I hunch over her, pushing myself ever so slightly deeper as I kiss her deep. Her breaths and moans fill my mouth, but I pull away just long enough to ask, “How does it feel?”

“T... Terrifying... and... wonderful... ah...!”

“Why... are you... terrified?”

“I... never thought... I wanted to be... a mother...!”

The talk of her being a mother... of me breeding her... stirs something in me I didn't think was there. “Do you want to be one, now?”

“I... fuck... I can't...!”

“What if you could?” I urge her on, “What if you'd never get in trouble for it? What if we... were together, forever?”

Maybe it's the madness of lust I inflicted on her. Maybe it's the fact that I took her virginity. Maybe it's really that I finally subdued her so powerfully that she can't help but give in... but at last, however hesitantly, she confesses, “I... God, then... yes, yes I... oh God...!”

Satisfied, I kiss her and return her moans as I feel my dick clench once more. Sensitive as I am and now in the throes of her grip, my body shudders violently as I come inside her again, winning more of her pitiable whimpers as she accepts my seed. I press against her cervix as I continue to pump baby batter against it, and by the time I pull away, my cock finally softening until its squeezed out of her twitching pussy, I'm near the point of falling over.

Sex is... exhausting. Maybe I didn't pace myself, or maybe the weekend's just been so busily spent molesting and training her body that I didn't know my own exhaustion... but I'm sitting bare-assed on the cold floor once I'm finally clear of Ms. Lia's parted, soaked thighs. I watch as my cum begins to flow from her shaking labia... and panting, I reach into my pants and pull her image up on my phone. I glance back once to watch as Dr. Anand begins moaning quietly, her eyes shut and her hands ducked into the seam of her pants, before smiling and returning to my app.

Ms. Lia's immunities are there and waiting... including the protection against pregnancy. The app warned me that removing it would make her "extra" ****... and it wasn't hard to guess what that'd mean now that I watch two loads slowly drain from her and onto the loveseat cushion.