Psychology session

The boring and monotonous methods of my clients have absorbed me into a routine. They came to me for a session over and over again, each with their own cockroaches. Some of them visited me for a long time, and in most cases with the same problem... Some have unrequited love, some cannot find a common language in a team, some simply come to talk out because of some of their experiences and fears, and some cannot make friends even with their own heads. But I like to help people in my position as a psychologist, to help them unload mentally, they experience relief and a certain state of peace.

I came

to work an hour early to review some forms that potential clients had filled out with my secretary. Those whom I deem necessary to receive first, who most need my help, I called in advance. I put aside several questionnaires for a more complete study, but one interested me the most. I leaned back on the back of my leather chair and began to examine this questionnaire in more detail. It was filled out by a guy...

Alexander, 28 years old. Reason for contact: the harmful influence of the female gender on my psyche. Help me, because I'm going crazy.

After reading the short message in the questionnaire, I smiled and put it in the favorites pile at the very top. I handed them over to my secretary and asked him to call everyone and sign them up for free days during everyone’s free hours. During the week I continued to receive regular visitors, until the new week began with new clients after a couple of days off.

In high spirits and in a collected state, I came to my office and sat down at my desk, pulling my blond hair into a ponytail. This time I was wearing a tight black knee-length skirt with a slit at the back, a white blouse, black nylon stockings with stripes at the back, and black suede shoes. I was marking some notes on documents with a simple pencil and heard a knock on the door.

- Come in.

The door opened and a guy entered. Handsome, athletic brown-haired man. He was wearing dark jeans, a white T-shirt and sneakers. He walked to my table and looked around.

- Nice - that's all he said.

— Good afternoon. Are you with us...?

- Alexander.

- Very nice, Sasha. “I’m Olga,” I extended my hand to him to introduce him, but he just grinned and sat down on the sofa. I realized that this was not an easy case and slowly exhaled.

- So shall we get started? – he asked.

- Yes, definitely. I'll be right back.

I left the office, took his questionnaire from my secretary and returned back. He sat with a businesslike look and spread his hands along the back of the sofa. I sat down opposite him in the chair and began to refresh my memory of his profile.

- Sasha, are you 28? I don't quite understand the reason for your request. Can I hear your problem personally from you and then I will definitely be able to help.

- These are all women. Damn cruel, merciless creatures.

- Sorry, Sasha. But I already understand the root of your evil. What if we started treating women like women instead of women? Then their attitude towards you will change.

— Attitude? Hmm... Nooo. No relationship. No leniency.

— I’m ready to listen.

He ​​sighed heavily and rubbed his hands - No matter how many times I tried to treat him appropriately, so many times I felt a blow in the back. It's like I'm putting myself at risk. Enough! These creatures can only ask, consume and move on to a more profitable option.

- I’m very sorry, Sasha, that you are disappointed in women, but maybe the problem is that you allow yourself to be treated this way? Maybe you are behaving somehow wrong, or are you giving a reason to do this to you? We need to solve the problem with you, not with those girls.

- Are you kidding me?! What problem could I have? Now I treat them exactly the way they deserve.

— Look at it from the other side... Me, for example. At first glance, do you see me as an enemy in female form?

- Of course. You are also a woman.

I began to get nervous, this dialogue began to irritate and insult me, but I gathered my strength and continued the conversation - Here is the result Sasha. For you, I am a woman, and I immediately understand and see your attitude towards me. What should be my reaction to you after this? Clearly not the best.

- Now, of course. This is how I treat everyone now after the experience.

— A single, or even secondary, experience does not give you the right to categorize everyone as one. It’s just that now with such an attitude towards girls, you won’t be able to see the right one in anyone.

- The same one? Which is not and never will be.

- Of course it won’t. Change your attitude towards us, and we will show ourselves at our best.

- Pfft... This is very difficult.

- You are already accustomed to this behavior, I understand, but it’s not too late to change everything.

- Damn, how convincingly you say everything. Okay, I'm ready to listen to advice on my next steps.

— This is already progress. Thank you, Sasha. Here I am, I'm a girl. Just be with me who you would like to become in the best ways. Dull your insolence, your arrogance, your distrust.

Sasha ran his hand over his head, rubbed his hands - Where to start?

— From simple casual communication. Ask simple questions, while making your voice softer so that your negativity is not felt.

- Okay. Like… Hey baby. Not against me?

- What? No no. What does it mean? Not against you? – I laughed. And Sasha sat with a serious look and looked at me intently.

— Then I don’t know.

- Oh, Sasha. You're just used to this method of communication. It is not surprising that girls will then treat you the same way. Try again.

This time he got serious and got ready. His long silence made me nervous.

- Hello. I would be pleased to meet such a charming girl like you, if you don’t mind - and he exhaled.

- Yes, that’s good. And I won't take you for a rude lout. You are a handsome, even handsome, guy. Just don't get arrogant. But it’s not enough to conquer with appearance alone; you’ll fall in love with your attitude and actions.

- I understand. Shall we try again?

- Of course. Rehearse on me. I want to help you, I'm sorry.

- I don’t mind if you speak to me on a first-name basis, just like I do.

- Okay. This will make our rehearsal more relaxed. Continue.

While he was thinking about the words, I got up from my chair and went to the table for a pencil and a sketchbook. Turning to him, I caught his eye on me, on my ass. She didn’t attach much importance to it and sat back in her chair.

- I would be pleased to spend the evening with you at dinner. Can I invite you somewhere?

- Yes, I don’t mind. I will be pleased too - I continued to play along.

- What do you like, what do you like? Do you like flowers?

— I love flowers. I’ll just love it if our evening is spent enjoying pleasant conversation and each other’s company.

- I understand. Then I'll pick you up at five? Comfortable?

- Thank you. Yes, it's convenient.

Sasha became nervous and began to wipe his palms on his knees. I looked at him with some approval. He's a great guy, it turns out. And I wanted him not to sink further to the level of a boor and a misogynist. I reached out to him. Then we met our gazes, and something flashed in his eyes that I did not expect. He leaned forward a little, placing his elbows on his knees and glanced down my legs.

- What are you wearing?

His question confused me. I was taken aback.

- Excuse me? In terms of?

- What's under your skirt?

- You're not going in the right direction now.

- I know. But I can’t help but notice that you are very sexy. Do you know what I would like to do with you now?

- Sorry...?

- Stop...!

- Shh... Hush. Just listen. I'm still at the session. You would spread your legs wider, and I would be happy to caress you there. Your incredible ass makes me horny in a second and I would love to squeeze it so bad.

He ​​fell silent and watched my reaction. His words had such an unexpected effect on me that my body began to get excited. I slowly crossed one leg over the other and began to run a pencil over my lips. He noticed my excitement and smiled sarcastically.

- Do you want to know how you excite me, and how much I want you?

He ​​pulled me towards his sofa along with a chair on wheels and looked piercingly at me. While I was drowning in his eyes, he put his hands on my knees and slowly moved them higher and higher until he reached the edges of the stockings. Sasha smiled contentedly and began to stroke my thighs and my pussy through my panties. I bit my lower lip, after which he put his thumb on it. With one hand he began to penetrate my panties, and with the other he ran his finger over my lips, without taking his eyes off mine. I got wet from his caresses and moaned quietly, swallowing his finger into my mouth, sucking it. With my own hands, I began to slowly unbutton my blouse, and Sasha squatted down next to me and quickly clung to my chest in a bra. He inhaled my scent and bit my chest, moaning softly. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, lifted me by the shoulders, quickly took off my blouse and bra, licking each nipple and gently biting me. I pressed his head to me and moaned softly, stroking his head. Sasha turned my back to him, bent me over the chair, lifted my skirt, pushed aside my panties and began to gently stroke my pussy with his finger and enter it. Then he simultaneously began to lick my clitoris and continued to penetrate me with his finger at the same time. I started moaning and moving my hips. He stopped, stood up, slapped me on my delicious ass, lowered his jeans and boxers and suddenly filled my wet pussy with his hard cock. He thrust into me hard and deep, which made me want to moan louder, but he covered my mouth with his hand and continued fucking. Almost finishing, I stopped him, sat him down in a chair and began to push myself onto his dick with my back to him with my ass. When my anal hole was stretched enough from his big plump dick, I began to push hard and jump on him. Sasha held my hips, squeezing them roughly, and pushed me all the way. He pressed me back against him, put my legs on the armrests of the chair and entered me from below, strangling me by the neck.

- Do you like it that way? Or do you still think I should be a damn suave romantic? M?

- Not now. Oh yes.

- What yes, bitch? Do you want me to keep fucking you? Would you like to read me a moral about good behavior now? M?

- No. Not now.

- Okay. Then suck me off, you dirty girl.

I got off him, got on my knees and began to greedily absorb his dick.

- Mmm... Do you want to cum in my mouth?

- Have you already decided to end your life with me? No, everything is still ahead. Do you like sucking my dick?

- Yes, delicious.

- Then continue, pacifier. Mmm... How lucky I was to have a session with such, as it turned out, a depraved beast.

I continued to suck deliciously and moan, caressing my pussy with my hand. Sasha suddenly grabbed me by the hair, roughly pushed his dick down my throat a couple of times so that I gagged, and stuck it out slowly. My saliva was reaching for his cock. I licked my lips and his head. Sasha picked me up from the floor by my hair and put me on my stomach on the sofa, entering my pussy from behind and pounding me hard into the sofa. His hand grabbed my neck, the other dealt a couple of scorching slaps on my ass, and his penis, which firmly penetrated my entire length, brought me to a frenzied orgasm in a minute. I came like never before, my body seemed to be torn into pieces and pierced with electricity. So that my screams could not be heard, he covered my mouth with his hand and continued pounding until he himself came all over my ass. After catching our breath a little, coming to our senses and putting ourselves in order, we looked at each other without saying a word.

— Thank you for your help,” he said and left the office.

I canceled all the remaining visitors for today, sat until five o’clock in my working day in my office at the table, bringing myself to my senses. She went out into the street, managed to take a couple of steps, raised her head and saw him. He was apparently standing near his car, wearing a bouquet of red roses and smiling. I couldn't contain my smile.

- Remember? Dinner at five.

- So are you serious?

- Yes, I wasn’t playing with you, but I was talking seriously.

He ​​gave me flowers and opened the car door.

Sasha brought me to the restaurant and made an order on his own. I was embarrassed to look into his eyes, but he, on the contrary, glared at me.

-Why are you embarrassed?

-I’m embarrassed. Sorry.

-Why? Everything is fine. Look at me.

I slowly raised my gaze to him and smiled. He took my hand in his and began to gently stroke it.

-Sash, I want you to forget about our session.

-What? How? I've never experienced anything better. Why do you want this?

-Because it shouldn't have happened. Now you will compare all girls to this situation.

-Are we in session again?

-No. It’s just...

-Shh... Otherwise, I’ll have to use my own methods again.

-Stop it. It's not funny.

-Me too. Because I want you again.

-Exactly... Now you see me as an accessible girl.

-Only for yourself. After all, you probably don’t serve every client this way.

-How dare you!

-Quiet, don’t get angry. I mean that, for sure, you really liked me, and you wanted me.

-This was an isolated incident. I'm sorry.

-But I don’t. I want you.

There was silence as we were served our order. We ate dinner in silence and occasionally glanced at each other.

-Thank you for dinner, but I have to go.

-Stay with me. I can't survive this night without you.

-You can. I'll go.

I went out into the street, and then he came out.

-You won’t even let me take you home?

-I’ll call a taxi.

-What did I do wrong?! – he shouted.

-Everything is fine. Thank you for dinner and for the flowers.

-You yourself taught me manners, then you push me away. How should I then approach you girls after such behavior?

-I just didn’t behave well today, and it worries me.

-You were great. And you gave me hope for the future. Now I can treat and approach girls normally.

For some reason these words stung me, and I just turned around and walked away. Sasha stood there in bewilderment for a short time and ran up to me.

-Hey, what are you doing? What did I say?

-Nothing like that. You just continue your rehearsal with me.

-Oh, no. That's not what I meant. My point is that you gave me hope that there are good girls, that not everyone deserves to be treated poorly. But you are the best of all, you just opened my eyes and pointed out my mistakes.

-I'm glad I could help.

-I don’t play with you now, and I didn’t play with you then either.

He ​​came closer to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. I melted from his kiss, my legs weakened and gave way.

-Okay. You can take me home.

-Then jump in the car, honey.

Ten minutes later we were standing at my entrance in the parking lot. Our eyes met, we longed for each other. Sasha pulled me into a passionate kiss and began hastily unbuttoning my blouse.

-Quiet, stop, wait. You don't want to do this right in the car, do you?

-I want you everywhere. Especially in the car.

I opened the door and got out of the car. Sasha looked at me with a confused look, probably thinking that I wanted to leave. But I just moved to the back seat while he was still sitting in front. I began to slowly take off my blouse and skirt, and he watched this process with a greedy gaze. Then he moved towards me and began kissing me on the lips, neck and chest. He was so captivated and turned on by this process that he himself began to moan quietly and enjoy me.

-You are so delicious, you can’t imagine. The sweetest girl on the planet.

I giggled and stroked his hair. Sasha lowered his jeans and panties and quickly threw me over himself, pushed my panties aside and entered my pussy.

-Ooooh... Mmm...

-Yes, kitty, do you want me? Did you like our sex?

-Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

-Does your pussy want my dick again?

-Aaah... Yeah... She liked him.

-Then let’s show her what he’s capable of.

And Sasha began to push me faster all the way to the stop. I began to moan and ask to fuck me more. His hands squeezed my ass tightly and spanked it.

-Mmm... Yes, continue. I like it that way. Yes, rougher.

-How do you like it, bitch? When I have you hard?

-Yes, that’s right. More, more.

И он отклонил моё тело в упор на передние сидения, велел мне немного приподняться. Его член медленно выходил из меня и жёстко входил… И так толчок за толчком. Я кричала и стонала. Одна из его рук схватила меня за шею, а другая прошлась мне по щеке резким ударом. Меня это шокировало, но в то же время мне это очень понравилось.

-Нравится, когда я так с тобой обращаюсь?

-Да, хочу ещё.

Саша снова дал мне пощёчину и сунул палец в ротик, я его обсасывала. Потом я стала сама насаживаться на его член, держась за его плечи и поставив одну свою ногу на сиденье, а он бил меня по заднице. Ещё пару проникновений и я начала кончать и громко стонать, вцепившись ногтями в его спину. Саша быстро снял меня с себя и насадил меня ротиком за волосы на свой член.

-Соси быстро… Ммм… Глубже, сука.

Он сделал пару резких движений в моём рту и наполнил его до полна своей спермой. Капельки спермы, которые просто не поместились в ротике, стекали по моему подбородку, а я их смахнула пальчиком и слизала.

-Ммм…

-Что, шлюха? Tasty?

-Да. Incredible.

Мы оделись и вышли из машины, вокруг никого, облегчение. Он прижал меня к себе и долго не отпускал со своих объятий.

-Может ты останешься у меня, Саш?

-Ты этого хочешь?

-Очень.

-Подумай. Ведь я не дам тебе поспать – посмеялся он.

-Пошли – улыбнулась я.

Когда мы вошли в мою квартиру, то приняли душ по отдельности и легли в постель.

-Знаешь, что я тут подумал?

-Что, мой ненасытный зверь?

-Что твоя аппетитная попка может остаться без сладкого.

-Этого нельзя допускать.

-Да, вот именно..

Саша спустился вниз, раздвинул мои ножки и стал нежно и медленно вылизывать мою киску. Это было невероятно, от чего я сладко стонала и ласкала свою грудь. Затем он перевернул меня, поставил раком, шлёпнул меня по попке, плюнул мне на дырочку и медленно ввёл свой член. Моя попка уже достаточно свободно приняла член, и мне стало неимоверно хорошо. Саша сделал несколько медленных и аккуратный движений, затем стал увеличивать темп. Это было настолько приятно, что я стала громко стонать и самостоятельно двигать на члене задницей. Он мял мои аппетитные булочки, шлёпал по ним, затем трогал грудь и щипал сосочки. Своими руками он сжал мои бёдра и стал жёстко долбить меня. Затем его руки стали скользить вверх по моей спине. Одна из них грубо схватила мои волосы, а вторая мою шею.

-Да, моя развратная девочка. Тебе нравится, когда я тебя так ебу? Когда разрываю твои сладкие дырочки?

-Дааа… Хочу, чтобы ты порвал меня на себе. Растяни мою попку, она горит от желания.

Я ласкала свой клиторок, пока его член ходил во мне. Дыхание стало сбиваться, тело напряглось. Саша почувствовал мой приближающийся оргазм и стал долбить жёстче.

-Да, детка, кончай. Обкончайся, как шлюха, на моём члене.

Он сильнее сдавил мою шею, отчего мой стон звучал с хрипами, а его это завело ещё больше. Он сделал ещё несколько толчков и заполнил мою попку своей спермой. Он прижал моё тело к кровати, стал пальчиком водить по дырочке в попке, откуда вытекло немного спермы, и дал мне облизать.

-Любишь теперь мою сперму?

-Обожаю. Самое вкусное, что я только пробовала. Ммм…

-Это хорошо. Потому что теперь только я буду кормить тебя своим членом и своей спермой. Agree?

-Полностью. Я только твоя.

-А я только твой.

Мы вместе приняли душ и легли в постель голыми. Саша нежно гладил моё тело и целовал в губы. Проснуться вдвоём утром в сладких и нежных объятиях было невероятно. Мы позавтракали и пошли гулять в город. Погода была отличная и тёплая в наш выходной день. Саша угощал меня мороженым, делал комплименты и не упускал возможности меня поцеловать и обнять. Он самый лучший. В нём я нашла всё, что мне необходимо. Такой нежный и внимательный в отношениях, и такой страстный и ненасытный в сексе. Ррр… Такого мальчика никому не отдам.