Caitlin reassuring Liam, in more ways than one

"See how easy it is for me to say no and reject your demands?" Caitlin let out a small laugh. "I'm sorry. That was a terrible joke. Poor timing. But… I just wanted to see what would happen. To see your reaction. And it's… adorable." She said with a genuine smile. "It's like watching a puppy who's been told it can't have its favorite toy. And it's… cute. In a pathetic and charming way." She said as she continued to stroke his cock. "Like I've said. I want all of these. I consent to it. Willingly. Freely. And… it's fun seeing you squirm like that."

Before Liam could even process what just happened, Caitlin leaned down again. "Now… where were we?" Without waiting for an answer, she took his cock into her mouth.

The warm, wet sensation of her tongue wrapping around his shaft sent a shiver through his body. He watched as her head bobbed up and down, her blonde hair swaying with each movement. Her long fingers played with his balls, rolling them gently as she worked.

She pulled back slightly, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"From a purely neurological standpoint," she said, her words a little husky but still analytical, "the brain's reward system is firing on all cylinders. Dopamine, oxytocin… all those lovely chemicals are flooding my system. This isn't just pleasure; it's a sense of rightness. Of purpose. Every fiber of my being is screaming that this is where I'm supposed to be. On my knees. Sucking your cock. And that's… fascinating. Don't you think?" She went back down on him, taking him deeper this time.

Her gag reflex seemed to be nonexistent. She took him all the way to the hilt. Her nose pressed against his stomach. He could feel her muscles contracting around him. Massaging him. Milking him.

She pulled back again, gasping for a quick breath before continuing. "Wow, I actually enjoy sucking your cock." Caitlin said in-between her blowjob, "Despite my past experiences, or rather regardless of it, I'm enjoying myself." She starts to move even faster.

Her enthusiasm grows as she continues to pleasure him. Her moans and gasps of pleasure escaping her lips as she sucks him off further.

"I still held my standard as before. Seeing a blowjob as something disgusting. A bad deal of service act that can be replaced by other, better service actions that one can do to another significant other." She explained. "Those things apply when I'm thinking of men in general, of men other than you. It's as I said. All the things I believe, I trust, I thought about. Relatively to you, it's all still there. But it's also all been… re-contextualized. They all become trivial."

She started to use her hands again, stroking him while she spoke. "My career, my beliefs, my standards… they're all just… background noise. You're such a priority in my conscious and I assume, subconscious mind, that everything else is… secondary. Tertiary. Unimportant. This blowjob right now? This is important. You're important. Me being here for you? Important. My professional conduct? Unimportant. My dignity? Unimportant. My comfort? Unimportant. My opinions? Unimportant. Unless they're about you. Or about serving you. Or about making you happy. Or if it serves to please you. Anything I have, if it can be utilized, used and offered to you, is worth any cost." She said before giving one big continuous lick, from the base of his cock to the tip. "It's as if my id got a newfound side of it, with you becoming an integral part of it." She adds, before taking him deep into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the base of his cock.

"Y-your whhat?" Liam confused on the jargon even as he's moaning and groaning, "Fuck, you're so good at this." He complimented.

Caitlin pulled back again, pulling her mouth from his cock with a wet pop. Giving Liam a faux apologetic smile.

"Ah, sorry. Professional habit. Id. Ego. Superego. Freudian concepts. The id is our primitive instinctual part of our mind. The part of my psyche that is driven by pleasure and desires." Caitlin explains as she licks all around. "But given your account, it's practically the id of every woman. You're part of it, the desire to please you holds the same weight as any base naturalistic desire, like eating, drinking…"

Beat.

"Sex." She smiles as if she is just the typical psychologist explaining something to the client. "This is my own theory of course. But it's a good one. A working theory for me to understand all of this." She adds before going back to sucking.

The feeling of her tongue swirling around him sent a shiver through his body. He watched as she worked him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her long fingers massaged his balls. Her tits pressed against his thighs. The sight of this tall, confident woman—this psychological doctor—squatting before him, willingly debasing herself for his pleasure, was intoxicating. The feeling of being in control, of being able to do whatever he wanted with her, was even more intoxicating.

Liam reached down with both hands. He grabbed Caitlin's head. His fingers tangled in her blonde hair. He held her head in place. He started to fuck her face. Hard. Fast. Deep. He could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat. He could hear her gagging. But it's not a sound of pain. Not a sound of protest. She moaned in pleasure. He started to fuck her face harder. Using her. Using her mouth. It felt right. Felt natural. Felt… good. So good.

He looked down at her. At her face. Her glasses were askew. Her blonde hair was a mess. Her lipstick was smeared. Her eyes were watering. But she was still smiling. Happy that a cock violated her mouth and throat like a battering ram. He felt a twitch in his balls. The pleasure built. A wave of ecstasy washed over him. He came. Hard. He unloaded into her mouth. Filling her with his seed. He held her head there. Forcing her to take it all.

Caitlin eagerly swallows his cum, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she sucks him dry. She can feel his cock pulsing, his cum filling her mouth and throat. She savors the taste of him, relishing in the knowledge that she's the one responsible for his pleasure.

Pulse after pulse of cum pumped into her. As if it's never ending. A feeling that Liam had grown used to ever since The Click. The feeling that he could cum as much as he wants. That he could keep going. That he could satisfy himself fully. That he could use a woman's body as much as he wants. And they would take it. They would enjoy it. They would thank him for it. He looked down at Caitlin. At her face. At her expression. He saw no pain. No discomfort. Only pleasure. Only reverence. Only… happiness. The sight of her swallowing his cum as if it's a life-saving elixir, was dizzying.

As he finishes, Caitlin pulls her mouth from his cock with a wet pop. Her chin and lips glistening with saliva and his cum, she smirks at him.

"Well, I'm not quite sure if your cum is really this good or is this another perk of The Click. I won't mind giving blowjob if it's like this." She stands up, her tall and slender figure towering over Liam, her breasts heaving with every breath as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "One thing I know for sure however, is that it gives you some benefits too." She hinted to Liam still rock hard cock, "Not only that, from the way you keep your eyes glued on me, I can safely assume that my body is to your liking, no? At least with my mouth." She put her hand on her hip, jutting it out to the side.

"Who… Wouldn't." Liam said as he took his breath.

His cock still hard. His mind is still racing. His body is still buzzing. The sight of Caitlin's naked body towering over him like a goddess of submission. The sight of her smiling face. The sight of her smeared makeup. The sight of her cum-covered lips. The sight of her heaving breasts. The sight of her flat stomach. The sight of her long legs. The sight of her exposed cunt. The sight of her everything.

Caitlin chuckled. "Well, you're not exactly subtle about it." She said with a small, sharp smile. "Now that we've established that I'm indeed a 'fuckable piece of meat' as you put it earlier, what's next? You still haven't used all of me." She gestured to her body. "And your cock is still hard. So… what's your next 'evil' act?" Caitlin smiles and walks back to her table, sitting on top of it with her legs spread open, revealing her glistening pussy, "I believe this way I can explain things better without many interruptions hm?" She said as her hand goes to her slit, playing with the outer lip, her fingers spreading herself open. "A way to be a better fuckhole to you while keeping my professional duties." She teases, her fingers sliding inside herself, and her hips bucking slightly.

A moan escapes her lips.

Liam's eyes are glued to her cunt. At her fingers. At her movements. At her expression. He watched as she played with herself. As she pleasured herself. For him. Offering to spout professional psychological analysis as if it's a normal thing to do so while letting him use her cunt. The thought made him even harder. He walked over to her. Stood between her legs. He looked down at her. At her naked body. At her face. He positioned his cock at her entrance. The head of his cock brushed against her wet folds.

"Go on," Caitlin said, with a slight tremble in her tone, "Use me while we continue our consultation." She wraps her arms around his neck as he enters her.

Her cunt is tight. Hot. Wet. He slid in easily. Deeper and deeper. Until he was fully inside her. Until their hips were touching. Until he was buried to the hilt inside this tall, confident woman. This psychologist. This professional. This doctor. He started to move. Slowly at first. In and out. In a steady rhythm. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her. He looked at her face. At her expression. At her closed eyes. At her parted lips. At her flushed cheeks. At her furrowed brow. He started to move faster. Harder. Deeper. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.

"So, back to what you're worried about. What you're experiencing is a classic case of cognitive dissonance." Caitlin gasped as Liam started to pound into her. "The conflict between your old beliefs about… ah… about how to treat women… and your new reality. The way you're treating me right now. You're fucking me. Using me. In my own office. On my own table. Without any regard for my professional conduct. My reputation. My dignity. And yet… It's what I want. What I need. What makes me happy. And that's… confusing for you. Isn't it?" Caitlin said, her words a little slurred, a little breathless.

Liam grunted in response. He leaned forward. He took one of her tits in his hand. He squeezed it. He pinched her nipple. Hard. She cried out. Not in pain. In pleasure.

"Harder." She gasped. "Pinch it harder."

Liam obeyed. He pinched her nipple harder. Twisted it. Pulled it. She cried out again.

"You have a set of beliefs about how you should behave. Beliefs that were instilled in you by society. By your parents. By your upbringing. But you also have a set of desires”. She said while looking at Liam's eyes. "Desires that were repressed, ignored and unintended. Only to be unleashed by The Click. Or rather, allowed to express thanks to The Click." Caitlin continues, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism despite being fucked senseless. "And these two sets of beliefs… desires… are in conflict. That's why you're confused. That's why you feel guilty. That's why you feel like you're an 'evil douchebag'.”

Liam let go of her nipple. He grabbed both of her tits. He squeezed them. He used them as leverage. He started to fuck her harder. Faster. Deeper. The table creaked. The legs scraped against the floor.

"That's why you're asking for help. That's why you're here. To resolve this conflict. To find a way to reconcile your old self with your new self. Hahhh…" Caitlin moaned as Liam's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot. "But you're going about it all… ah… all… all… oh god…" Caitlin's words were cut off by a particularly hard thrust.

Her back arched. Her head was thrown back. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Oh god, Liam. Yes. Right there. Don't stop." She cried out. "Use me. Use my cunt. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours."

Liam obliged. He kept pounding into her. Hitting that spot again and again. He watched as she lost control. As she succumbed to her pleasure. As she became a mindless, writhing mess of lust. A slut. A whore. His whore.

"But you're going about it all… all… all… oh god…" Caitlin's words were cut off by another hard thrust. "Wrong." She gasped.

"You're to reconcile these two conflicting parts of yourself. Assuming that ah! There's The 'good' and the 'evil' side of yours." Liam could feel her cunt clenching around his cock as she got closer to her orgasm. "There's no such thing as a 'good' Liam or an 'evil' Liam. There's only… ah… Liam." Caitlin's hands clutched at his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "You are not a 'good' person for trying to be respectful. And you are not an 'evil' person for wanting to use me. To **** me. To treat me like… like… a piece of meat."

Caitlin's hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. "You are just a person. A person who has desires. A person who has needs. A person who has a… ah… a right to have those desires and needs fulfilled. And we… we are here… ah… to fulfill them." Her fingers dug into his back. "So stop… stop… stop… oh god…" Her words were cut off by another orgasm, this one more intense than the last. "Stop thinking they're not separate. They're both you. And you need to accept both parts of yourself. To become whole. Start being at peace of who you are now"

Liam's cock twitched. Her words made sense. They clicked. Just like The Click. He looked down at her. At her expression. Only acceptance. Encouragement. Desire. Reverence. He saw a woman who wanted him for who he was. For who he is now. A man who has a right to take what he wants. A man who has a right to use women. A man who has a right to be happy.

"O-oh fuck." Liam groans as he feels his orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside her, his hips slamming into her with a newfound intensity. "G-gonna cum." Liam announced.

"Do it." Caitlin gasped, "Indulge yourself Liam, be the master of your life, enjoy what the world has to offer, seize the day!" She exclaims, her words punctuated by her moans of pleasure, as she reaches her climax, her walls contracting around his cock, her body arching in pleasure. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your seed. Mark me as yours." Liam could feel her cunt spasming around him. "Make me… ahhh… your slut. Your whore. Your… ah… your psychologist cocksleeve."

With a final thrust, Liam explodes inside her, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his cum. Liam's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He buried himself deep inside her. His cock pulsing. His cum filling her. He collapsed on top of her as he kept cumming. His body trembled. His mind was blank. He can feel her walls gripping him tightly, milking him for every drop as she rides out her orgasm.

It's as if the universe itself encourages him, Liam's orgasm is the best one he's ever felt in a while. Maybe it's The Click, maybe it's what Caitlin said to him, but regardless, an intense pleasure is washing over him. His vision is blurring as he keeps cumming deep inside her. He can feel the warmth of their bodies mingling, their hearts pounding in unison, and their breaths mixing in the air. They stay like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, their pleasure shared. As if it's meant to be, that Liam is the one who is at the center of the world. The newfound women's world.

For a while there's a silence in Caitlin's office. The only noise coming out is their panting. Liam laid on top of her as his cock still inside her.

Liam looked up at her. Her face is flushed. Her eyes are shining.

"You… you're a… ahem…" Liam said as he pulled out his cock, still hard. "You're one good psychologist." He compliments as he sits on a nearby chair, Caitlin's.

"Of course," Caitlin smiled. "I told you. I'm here to help you. In any way I can. And I meant that literally." She looked at her cunt, at Liam's cum oozing out of her. "Now that's a good session." She said as she scoops up a glob of cum with her finger and brings it to her mouth. "We've made good progress today. You've accepted your desires. You've acted on them. And you've seen that they're not 'evil'. That they're… natural. Right. And most importantly," She looked at Liam. "You've seen that you don't have to choose. You can be both. You can be 'good' Liam and 'evil' Liam. You can be respectful and you can be selfish. You can be kind and you can be cruel. You can be… you."

"So… what do we do now? Am I… cured? Am I… fixed?" Liam asked.