Liam's newfound perspective

"Fixed? Cured?" Caitlin let out a small laugh. "There's nothing to fix, Liam. You're not broken. You're not diseased. You're not… malfunctioning. You're just evolving. Adapting. And you've just taken a big step in that process. A big step in becoming… whole." She stood up. "But I see you're still filled with pent-up energy." She gestures to Liam's cock. "And while this session has been… productive. I think we still have some… time left in our session I think." Caitlin turns her back to Liam, bending over the desk and raising one of her legs.

The new position exposes her cum-filled cunt to him once again. A glob of his cum dribbled out of her, trailing down her thigh.

"And I think it's a good idea for you to… let out some more. For your own good of course. For your… therapeutic process." She said with a small, sharp smile. "We can talk more about your feelings while you've… uh… expelled some of that… tension." She wiggled her ass at him. "What do you say? There's still one more hole." Caitlin said as she spread her asscheeks with one hand. Her pink asshole winking at him.

Liam's eyes fixed on her ass. On her tight puckered hole. The sight of it made his cock twitch. The thought of taking her there. Of defiling her in such a way. It was… tempting. Very tempting. The intelligent downright genius of a woman, who with patience and compassion helps him understand this repressed? Pent-up side of him. Bending over for him. Offering him her most private hole. For him to use. To defile. To… own.

The thought made him even harder.

"I'm more interested in what you thought about The Click." He stands and goes to her, prodding his cock once again, but this time at her puckered hole. "The whole thing with id, edd and eddy or whatever." His hands roamed all over her back as if inspecting a product.

"It's id. Ego. And superego." Caitlin corrected him. "And yes. My theory is that The Click has… ah… rewired our id. Our primal self. Our instinctual drives. Our… desires." Caitlin moaned as Liam's cockhead pressed against her asshole. "Before The Click, our id's primary focus was on our own survival. Our own pleasure. Our own… needs. But after The Click, a new facet has emerged in it. A new… instinctual drive. A new… desire." Caitlin said as she braced herself for him. "You. Our id now prioritizes you. Your pleasure. Your needs. Above all else. Including our own. And that's… that's… a radical shift in our psyche. A fundamental change in our… our… our… programming." Caitlin's words were punctuated by her moans as Liam's cock slowly entered her ass. "It's as if you've become a part of our id. A central part. A… fundamental part."

Liam pushed deeper.

He could feel her tight muscles stretching around him. Accommodating him. Welcoming him.

"And how does that make you feel? As a psychologist?" Liam asked as he started to move.

Slowly at first. In and out. In a steady rhythm.

"It makes me feel… ah… fascinated." Caitlin said, her words a little slurred. "It's a… ah… a unique opportunity to study… to… to… to observe… to… to… ah… to…" Her words were cut off by a particularly hard thrust. "Oh god. Yes. Right there. Don't stop." She cried out. "Ohh if only this new phenomenon can be publicly talked about, instead of us girls' little secrets…" Caitlin's hands gripped at the edges of her desk as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "Think about all of it! I could win a Nobel Prize."

Liam's hips moved faster. The sound of their skin slapping together filled her office. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her ass. He looked at her face. At her expression. At her parted lips, her flushed cheeks. The furrowed brow. He started to move faster. Harder. Deeper.

"H-how so?" Liam grunts.

"Given how The Click shows us a newfound side of the id, how it affects all women," Caitlin's words were punctuated by her moans as Liam's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her ass. "We can see how… ah… how… how… how… oh god…" Caitlin's words were cut off by another hard thrust. "It's a possible proof of the collective ****, or at the very least a form of it." Liam could feel her ass clenching around his cock as he moved. "The idea of a shared experience among all women, a connection, an epiphany that transcends individual experiences and consciousness." Her voice is breathy, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, "It would mean a paradigm shift in psychology and a deeper understanding of the human psyche."

Liam grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling her head back. "Go on. Keep talking." His other hand came down on her ass cheek with a sharp smack.

The sound echoed in the room. A red mark bloomed on her pale skin.

Caitlin cried out in pleasure, "While all of this stems from a new facet of the id, it also goes hand in hand with the ego, after all the id can only go as far." Liam kept pumping into her ass. "It's the ego that ultimately makes us, women, reconcile this new side of id to the existing convention we learn, our superego. Even if it was contradictory or opposing, like what you fear…" Caitlin's fingers dug into her palm as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "However, just like it is often with anything superego, it's still toppled over by the ego especially with id's help." She says with a smile. "It'll just find a way to make our new id's priority a reality, balancing it with what we know about our surroundings. Like how we keep it as a secret from other men instinctually." A string of drool escaped her lips.

Liam let go of her hair. Both of his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts.

"I never thought listening to psychology mumbo jumbo can be hot like this… ahhh." Liam's grunts fill Caitlin's office along with their skin slapping. "I don't quite get it, but it's hot hearing a smartass like you spouting that stuff as you're taking it in your ass." Liam says as he reaches around to grab her tits, squeezing them hard.

Caitlin's back arches as Liam's hands found her tits. Her nipples are hard. Sensitive.

"Oh god. Yes. Squeeze them harder. Use them. Use my body. Use my… ah… my… ah… my intellect. Use everything. Use me for your pleasure." She cries out. "But ahh… to put it simply, the ego, or my ego, has no qualms reconciling this new-found part of the id to the existing superego I have. We'll justify, reason, rationalize, and reconcile all of this to ourselves and our lives. It's all us, and not you, that is at work." Caitlin's breathing hitched as Liam started to move even faster. "We're not being ****, we're not being ****, and we're not under any duress. It's our own choice, and it's our own desire to fulfill both our desires and your desires." She gasps as she feels her climax building, her anal walls tightening around him. "That's why we don't see it as a problem. We don't see it as a violation. We see it as a… oh god…"

Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as Liam's cock drove deeper into her ass.

The table creaked under them. A pile of books on a nearby shelf tumbled to the floor. Liam's balls slapped against her cunt with each thrust. Her cunt was dripping. His cum and her juices mixed together.

"That's it. That's it. Cum for me. Show me how much you love this." Liam commanded.

Caitlin's body convulsed as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. Her ass clamped down on his cock. Her legs trembled. Her vision blurred.

"Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!" She screamed. "I love it. I love it. I love it. I love your cock. I love your cum. I love… hhah… ah… hhah… ah… ahhhh…" Her words devolved into a series of incoherent cries as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

With one final thrust, Liam buried himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed. Shooting all that's left inside him into her. Caitlin can feel rope after rope of cum filling her ass. The hot load flooding her insides is a new experience for her. But it's one that she's quickly becoming addicted to. Having her pussy filled with his virile seed is one thing, but having her ass filled like this? The raw possessiveness of it sent a shiver through her. The thought of being marked in such a primal way by him. The thought of him staking a permanent, irrefutable, biological brand of ownership on a part of her that was meant only for waste. The degradation of it all is… exhilarating.

As his orgasm subsided, Liam pulled out. A stream of cum leaked out of her asshole. Down her thighs. Mixing with his previous load that oozed out of her cunt. Caitlin collapsed onto her desk. Her body limped. Her mind was blank. Her ass sore. But in a good way. A way that reminded her of her place. A way that reminded her of her purpose.

Liam stood there. Looking at his handiwork. This tall, confident, smart woman. This psychologist. This… slut. Lying on her desk. A mess. A beautiful mess. A mess that he made. It's now that he notices the state of her desk. Books are scattered on the floor. Papers are crumpled. A laptop is precariously close to the edge. Her coffee mug is tipped over. A brown puddle spreading across a stack of files. The evidence of their session. The evidence of his power.