Therapy session

— How do you get rid of stress? I love shopping. Nothing relieves stress like buying a new dress or suit.

The nasal voice of Linda, the fashion editor, floated into Ann's office. She sat without taking her eyes off the display of her Mac. In irritation, nothing came of the article, she leaned back in her chair and listened to the conversation.

— I play squash. Sometimes I allow myself to have my face or legs waxed.

Corrina, her deputy, answered her. Both women talking in the corridor had only recently appeared at the Pzazza editorial office. They were hired under

patronage of very big people.

Squash? Waxing your legs? Shopping? God help us, Anne thought. We found something to spend our free time on. She barely resisted the urge to get up, walk out into the hallway, and tell them how she was going to relax today. I would like to see their amazed faces.

Cheerful at the thought, Anne opened her desk drawer and took out an envelope. Inside was a letter received that morning, along with three black and white photographs. Picking up the phone, she pressed the exit button and dialed the number.

— Good afternoon. Anne Seigel speaks. Does number two really suit me? Will he be free? Great. I look forward to our meeting.

She put the phone down, her lips curved into a mysterious smile. She looked at her watch. Two more hours and we'll be on our way. She poured herself a cup of black coffee and returned her attention to the Mac display. The article must be completed before leaving, there is no other option.

Then, on the way to the elevator, she passed Clarina with an armful of bright silk scarves.

— Accessories for an article about Hermes,” Corrina explained. “I’m going to the therapy center, aren’t I?” You never tell me why you go there. What are they doing there, watching the weightlifters?

— Not really,” Ann answered casually. — It would be more correct to say that they give stress to the whole body. Sitting at a desk is so exhausting.

— And promotes the accumulation of cellulite, dear,” and Corrina glanced meaningfully at Ann’s impressive thighs covered in black leggings.

Skinny ass, Anne thought as she watched Corrina’s lean figure retreat. The arrow, however, hit the target. On the way to the therapy center, I thought about the many years during which I tried to get rid of self-doubt. And today, it seems, she could already boast that she was proud of the splendor of her forms. But Corrina, with a short remark, managed to return her to her youth, when she was terribly embarrassed by her large breasts and wide hips.

Lord, she simply cannot do without today's activities. The methodology proposed by the center convincingly proved that a woman wearing size eighteen clothes is no less sexy than one who wears size fourteen. Arriving in Hampstead, Anne parked her car on a side street, then walked through the inconspicuous door of a converted town house. The red geranium and blue lobelia on the windows in no way indicated the services offered by the therapy center.

Ann walked up to the registration desk. The pretty woman sitting behind her greeted her with a welcoming smile.

- Ah, Miss Seigel. It's so good that you stopped by to see us again. They are waiting for you. Go to the third room. Your instructor will arrive soon.

Ann thanked the woman and walked up the stairs. The interior did not impress with luxury. Marble columns, black floor tiles, white walls. On the second floor, Ann opened the door number three and entered. And there was nothing superfluous in the office: white Venetian blinds, a screen, a chair, a metal table with a lamp, a leather massage table.

Ann slid behind the screen and began to undress. A white terry robe hung on a hanger. Having stripped naked, she put on a robe and tied a belt. As soon as Anne appeared from behind the screen, the door opened and a young man entered. With a towel-covered tray in his hands. He looked even better in life than in the photograph. Black, shiny, shoulder-length hair was in perfect harmony with a snow-white T-shirt and trousers.

- Good afternoon, madam. My name is James. I am your chosen instructor.

Anne smiled approvingly. She liked the tone, friendly and polite. At the therapy center, clients were never called by name. She was quite happy with this anonymity. She also knew something else: all her instructions would be carried out to the smallest detail.

- Hello, James. I've been working too much lately. I just need to relax. So we can’t do without your services.

James smiled, showing even, snow-white teeth. He looked very sexy. Straight nose, dark skin, dark brown eyes. The T-shirt clung tightly to his impressive pecs and flat stomach. The thought of his hands made Anne's mouth go dry.

- I am very sorry that you devote a lot of energy to your work, madam. Lie down on the massage table. I'll make sure to relieve the tension.

Anne didn't have to ask twice as James set the tray down on the metal table and glanced briefly at the printout of her instructions.

- All your requirements will be met. Can we begin, madam?

She nodded, looking forward to continuing. Every visit to the center was fraught with something new. The imagination of the instructors she chose added variety to the basic list of services she had compiled that she would like to receive.

— First of all, let's take the starting position.

Anne shuddered all over when he untied the belt and pushed the skirts of her robe under her, revealing impressive breasts and a large, round belly. At this moment she always blushed. Despite the fact that she ordered the music herself. Exposing herself in front of a handsome, sexy young man, she was especially acutely aware of the shortcomings of her figure. But the color of shame at the same time pleased her. The process of undressing was an integral part of the therapeutic course. New obscenities awaited her ahead.

— Let me note, madam, that you have beautiful breasts,” James looked at her appraisingly. — Large, but elastic. And the nipples are just gorgeous. Convex and such a pleasant pink shade. Your lovers must love kissing them.

The voice sounded absolutely sincere. She could believe that he was speaking from the heart, and not following the list he received. Anne sighed as his gentle hands ran over her stomach, over her thighs before reaching her legs, spreading them apart and securing her ankles in obstetric staples. She felt the cold air of the office moving freely between her widely spread thighs. Her face already rivaled the color of a tomato. She didn't dare meet the instructor's gaze as he hooked her legs under the knees with suede-lined straps, raised her hips to a vertical position, and secured the straps to the posts.

Ann felt excited. Now this handsome young man could look at her “pussy” without interference. She almost tried to move her legs.

— Madam has an amazing figure,” James’ fingers stroked her skin. - Such a charming soft belly. Such strong snow-white thighs. And, let me say, a magnificent “pussy.” The lips are so pink, so plump. They will be even more beautiful without hair. I'll get to it immediately.

- Do you think so? — at the thought that he would now shave her, Ann’s heart began to beat faster. - Well, if you're sure about it...

Anne liked these leisurely comments, designed to convince her that she was the most desirable woman in the world. James once again made sure that she was comfortable (he positioned her so that her buttocks were at the very edge of the table), then he placed a leather pad under her head and shoulders, raising her upper torso.

I’m sure madam wants to see what I’ll do,” he cooed, lifting her arms and securing her wrists in the straps hanging from the bar.

Completely helpless (how sweet that helplessness was), Anne watched as James removed the towel from the tray and put on disposable surgical gloves. She trembled, waiting for the first touch, while he collected everything he needed. He placed a chair between her legs and used an old-fashioned shaving brush to apply a thick layer of shaving foam to her pubic area. The tingling sensation of the parted lips and clitoris turned into delightful torture.

Anne held her breath as James began shaving her with a straight razor. The awareness that the sharpest blade was almost touching her most intimate place was exciting. But it all ended too quickly. James washed his smooth pubis and perineum with warm water and patted it dry with a soft towel.

- That’s better. Now nothing stops me from admiring your neat, swollen clitoris. It rose proudly above the inner lips, as if demanding special attention. What a prankster! But he will have to wait. Shall we move on to the next stage?

Ann didn’t dare answer, not trusting her own voice. And James had already squeezed out onto the transparent lubricant. Once again she held her breath, anticipating how the gel would cool her shaved pussy. James, however, surprised her. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.

The unexpected kiss dragged on. Hot, sexy. His tongue penetrated her mouth, exploring all the secret corners. Small tendrils of desire stirred in the lower abdomen. Anne moaned muffledly, no longer able to contain her emotions.

— I think madam is ready now,” James smiled, pleased that he managed to break through the armor of composure.

When he began to smear the gel, she really gasped: the coolness spreading over her “pussy” brought incredible pleasure. He gently massaged the outer lips until they swelled into two ridges. And moving to the internal ones, he inserted two fingers of his other hand, generously lubricated with gel, into the vagina. Ann felt the excess gel flowing out of her, running in a warm stream along her crotch.

She could no longer lie still. She wanted to arch her back, try to bring her legs together, held apart by the straps, but she still managed to suppress this impulse. New pleasures awaited her ahead. She didn't want to cum too quickly.

- Do you like it, madam? - James asked, stroking his stomach with one hand, and with the other, walking along the excited “pussy” with the most gentle touches.

- Everything is very good. Bye,” she answered with excessive harshness. Lord, why be modest? Everything is just fine. You can go to a therapy center just for this.

James frowned.

- Just... okay? This means something is missing. If madam is unhappy, it is very sad. Let me try to change your attitude towards me.

Ann sighed contentedly. James plays his part beautifully. Meanwhile, the instructor took something from the tray and again took a position between her legs. She felt two fingers carefully parting her lips to insert a thin rubber phallus into her vagina. Ann winced.

— How do you feel? Is he suitable for madam?

— No,” Anne answered. - Too small. But keep it handy. Then you can paste it somewhere else.

James put the phallus down.

- Very good. How about this? — he inserted a larger phallus into the “hole.”

Anne pretended to evaluate the new proposal. With James's hand caressing her clitoris and the artificial penis inserted into her vagina, it was difficult to concentrate.

- He... uh... is also a bit small.

James was saddened. But he immediately beamed. He grabbed a huge, bright red rubber baton from the tray. Anne shook her head.

— Too big,” her lips curved in a dissatisfied grimace.

The artificial penis was terrifying. A bright red monster with veins along its length and a swollen head. The thought of this nightmare being inside was terrifying and fascinating.

James, as expected, began to convince her to change her mind.

- I'm sure it will suit you like no other. Let's try it. I won't rush, we have enough gel.

- I said no! - Anne exclaimed in mock rage. She tried to pull her hands out of the straps when James brought the artificial penis to her “hole”. - No! Stop it! Can you hear me? “Lord, just don’t stop,” she mentally prayed. And she almost came at the thought of this giant plunging into her vagina.

Ann's outburst of emotions, naturally, did not stop James. His fingers touched Anne's lips again and parted them. Stroking Ann's swollen clitoris, he brought the head of his penis to the opening of the vagina.

- James, I order you not to put that crap in me! Scoundrel. Take this thing away. She'll tear me apart. Oh, he just won't enter me. I know that it won’t go in,” her hips began to tremble with small tremors when the head of the penis disappeared into the “hole.” God, how nice it is.

Meanwhile, with the pads of two fingers of James's other hand, she was gently pulling up and down her clitoris. None of the other instructors did anything like that. James masturbated her clit like it was a tiny penis.

— Oh, no,” Ann moaned, feeling the touch of his fingers begin to pulsate throughout her body. - I'll cum too quickly.

She felt the muscles of her vagina relax, stretch, preparing to accept this incredibly huge penis. Raising her head, she looked between her thighs. Only the free end of the rubber giant stuck out outside. It was dripping with gel and oozing moisture onto the couch.

Ann was already feeling a rolling orgasm when the artificial penis was suddenly pulled out. She almost cried with frustration. James chuckled.

- Oh, you’re completely wet, madam. I think we need a rubber oilcloth.

Ann's head fell back onto the leather pillow, and meanwhile James lifted her bottom, slipped it under her and straightened the rubber oilcloth. She really wanted something to be inserted into her again. The red giant pretty much stretched her vagina. My lower abdomen became a pulsating mass of exposed nerves. If James had rubbed her clit once or twice, she would have come immediately. He approached her again, this time holding a syringe with a long tube and a jug of water. Ann tensed and tried to pull her legs out of the obstetric staples. Oh no. Not this. And although she wanted what was about to happen, the process itself terrified her. Such shame, such dirt... so much noise.

— Please...” she whispered. “I don’t want...

— Don’t worry, madam,” James reassured her. “There’s very little left,” he filled the syringe’s reservoir with water and hung it on a special hook on the counter. The tube was closed by a valve.

James carefully inserted the free end of the tube into Ann's vagina. Again she tried to protest, but he only smiled, knowing full well that showing indignation only served to add spice to the pleasure.

Then he showed her the smallest of the artificial penises.

- Do you think I forgot? - and stuck it into her anus.

Ann closed her eyes, feeling the well-lubricated rubber “finger” filling her rectum. The vagina, with the douche tube inserted into it, was pulsating. The anus squeezed the rubber “finger”, trying to push it out. And then James did something that other instructors did not dare to do. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his penis.

- Just look what you did to me, madam. I think you should help me.

Oh yes. Oh my God. Yes, she thought when he stood next to her. Only a few inches separated his thick end from her face. The purple-lilac head gleamed. Ann turned her head and greedily opened her mouth to suck the dick. When her lips closed on him, James moaned, exciting Anne even more.

She arched her back, trying to escape from the straps. And when the buttocks were pressed against the table, the artificial penis penetrated deeper into the anus. The douche tube inserted into the vagina was too small, its presence was practically not felt. Ann rushed from side to side, longing for caresses that would finally take her to the pinnacle of bliss.

- Oh, madam! — James rolled his eyes with pleasure. She milked and milked him, but he did not forget about his duties for a second and, feeling that he was cumming, he opened the valve that shut off the tube.

At the very moment when the sperm spurted into Ann's throat, a long-awaited stream of warm water rushed into her vagina. And then the long-awaited orgasm shook her. And warm water splashed out of the vagina, spilling over the oilcloth.

This sound only intensified the already powerful wave of orgasm. The pleasure lasted, lasted, lasted until the last drops of water stopped drumming on the oilcloth.

James, having put away his household items and buttoned his trousers, was already standing between her thighs. Stroking and pinching her clitoris, he brought her to orgasm twice more before deciding that that was enough for today. During orgasm, Ann's body shook, her stomach shook with small tremors. Энн казалось, что она покидает грешную Землю и взлетает на небеса.

— О, да, — шептала она. - God. God.

Лицо Джеймса сияло от гордости.

— Обслуживать такую прекрасную женщину для меня большая честь. Может, вы выберете меня и в следующий раз? — как и прежде, в голосе его была неподдельная искренность.

Похвала Джеймса бальзамом пролилась на душу Энн. Его слова отдавались в ее ушах и после того, как она вышла из терапевтического центра и села в машину. Вернувшись в редакцию «Пзазза», в туалете она столкнулась с Корриной.

— Привет? — Энн ослепительно улыбнулась заместителю редактора отдела моды. — Трудный выдался денек?

Коррина коротко глянула на умиротворенное, расслабленное лицо Энн.

— Похоже, сеансы терапии идут тебе на пользу, — пробурчала она. — Может, дашь адресок?

— Тебе? — Энн усмехнулась. — Я сомневаюсь, что от этого будет прок. Этот курс разработан специально для толстушек.

— Да, наверное, ты права. Что ж, ходи в свой центр. Глядишь, со временем станешь такой же изящной, как и я.

И Коррина отвернулась, пряча самодовольную ухмылку. Энн миролюбиво улыбнулась. Она не испытывала ни малейшего желания вступать в словесную перепалку. Ну не было у нее такого желания.