Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

[BeachBum25]

He continued with the game... his arousal heightening... his hands moving down to try and hide it.

"desire"

 

[wickedpen]

Dr Brown became aware that the word association was created an uncomfortable situation for Patrick.

"Mr Boyle, I know you are not comfortable with therapy, and I applaud your efforts, but I am not sure it is therapy that you need." she began in a sterile explanation of what she was seeing. "I think you may need," she looked away as though the word might be etched into the mirrored wall in the back of the room. Her focus came back to her patient who had raised his hand to rest over his aroused penis under his pants.

Her diagnosis was solidifying in her head as her body was in complete agreement.

"I think you may need something more, down to earth, something more physical." she said as her eyes rose from his hands to his face as his eyes opened.

"How long has it been since you had anyone do something for you?" she asked gently.

 

[BeachBum25]

The therapy session began to become uncomfortable for Patrick. It wasn’t like it was a stressful discomfort. It was just that the sexual undertones that had become evident during the word association game were suddenly becoming more overt.

Patrick wondered if his attempt to hide his arousal by covering his big cock with his hand served to bring the doctor’s focus to his groin area. He didn’t move his hands though, because he was concerned that any more movement in that general area would definitely bring her focus to his growing erection.

Listening to the doctor talk about him needing something more down to earth had him a little confused. He didn’t know anything about therapy so he was unaware of what treatments the doctor was considering.

Did she say he needed something physical? His eyes opened and he looked over at Dr. Brown just as her incredible blue eyes were moving to his. He maintained eye contact with her; those eyes were hard to pull his away from.

“Do something for me? What exactly do you mean, Doctor Brown?” Their eyes remained locked.

 

[wickedpen]

"Well for one call be Kelly." she said as she smiled softly at his open eyes.

"Can you describe or tell me about the greatest pleasure you ever known or experienced?" she asked, again leaning forward forward over her long thighs. Her elbows resting on her knees as her chin is supported by her fist. Had she not been so calm and pleasant her posture might be threatening or overbearing. Dr Brown was keenly interested in Patrick. Her tongue slowly, delicately wet her pink lips in anticipation of his answer.

 

[BeachBum25]

Michael's eyes opened wider when Dr. Brown asked his to tell her about the greatest pleasure he had ever known. He was now certain that this therapy session was moving in a different direction. His mind raced, and he wondered just why the therapist would ask such a question in this moment.

He continued to look into her blue eyes, but noticed the change in her posture and how she was now leaning toward him. He wasn't sure how to respond to her question. He started to breathe heavier as he thought of a response.

"It would have to be an affair I had. It was before I was married... before I was engaged. It was with a married woman who was actually a close friend of my mother. Yes, she was older than me. It was incredible, because she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She knew what pleased her, and how to please me."

He took a breath. "Each time we met was better than the last. She knew how to use her hands, fingers, mouth and every part of her body to give and to get pleasure. She gave me more pleasure than anyone before or since."

 

[wickedpen]

The doctor was still, almost like Rodan's "the thinker" looking at Patrick. She let him explain and wanted to hear more.

"Mother's friend? She was older then?" the doctor said out loud as repeating the obvious was a technique to prompt the patient. In her mind she thought about a younger Patrick and how thrilled that woman must have been to bed such a prime male.

"Was your wife older? Do you date older women now?" the doctor asked before realizing she was once again peppering the patient with questions before he could answer. She stopped and smiled.

"Tell me more." she sighed.

 

[BeachBum25]

Once again, Patrick felt like he was being assaulted by the doctor's questions. He listened to them and then tried to address each of them. There was still some uncertainty in him about where this was all going. He wanted to believe that the doctor was being genuine in her "treatment" but he was wondering if the doctor just wanted to hear more about his sex life.

"Yes, my mother's friend was older than me... older by about 20 years. The age difference did not bother me. I actually liked it, because there is something about mature women that I find very attractive."

She mentioned his wife.. his ex-wife. "No, she was not older. She was my age. Maybe that was part of our problem." He paused. "Sorry, I shouldn't be trying to figure out what is wrong with me... that is your job."

"Do I date older women now? With everything that is going on, I haven't been on a date, or anything like a date in quite some time. I have been working and self-quarantining. Dating, no, but if I was to date, I would be interested in an older woman."

He paused again... wondering if he had given her enough information. In his mind, it was probably too much. Patrick was not one to share personal information about himself.. yet, he was opening up to Dr. Brown.

 

[wickedpen]

"Should I be afraid? Is he infected? Contageous?" the doctor's mind raced angrily as she realized she somehow had not thought about the implications of this session sooner. Kelly Brown has always been the smartest person in the room, since she was little. Most of her clients were wealthy and had left town as soon as the pandemic began, so when one of her client's vouched for Patrick on her web portal earlier in the day, she assumed it was just another Venture Capitalist depressed his mistress is in lock down in Staten Island with her parents. She rarely looked at occupation at her rates, and had not even reviewed him. Her mind quickly went to appointment scheduling, and about how Becky was not programmed to even consider limiting patients, other than by income and ability to pay her fee.

She settled on "my fault and to push him away now would be psychologically damaging." as her explanation for continuing, or explaining the session to the doctor who asks if she had any idea where she got infected. The fact she had not had a date in a couple months, it was a lot easier to swallow this right now.

"So she is closer to my age?" came out of her mouth after a brief pause and serious look, ".. and I don't have any answers, Patrick. I am just good at helping people see what is really going on."

If he had been able to see what was really going on under her blouse, the white cotton material no longer laying over her chest, he would have seen her erect pink nipples. Danger was always something Kelly always shied away from when in public, but privately craved precarious situations. As a young woman she helped classmates cheat, at great peril to her own career, but she reveled in it. She hides this craving well, behind a quiet and reserved, thoughtful personality, and society rewards her for such achievement in self control and disciplined focus. But underneath, in the shadows of the night, she is always for that Adrenalin fix. Could be something as small as stealing a lighter to letting her friend's dad take her virginity on a sleep over, knowing he would never speak of it.

The contagion possibility of this session was arousing, but the fact he was a hard body firefighter who had not been laid in months had yet to make a move on her, kept her to see where it played out.

"What is really going on Patrick? Do you just need a woman to make your thoughts go away? Even if only for an hour at a time?" she said sounding something between a therapist and a marketing pitch for a prostitute.

She thought all the signs were there. She wore no jewelry, no ring, she wasn't married. She was leaning in interested in a strangely disorienting office space that might have sent a weaker man scurrying. He has admitted to liking older women.

 

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Patrick was totally lost. He had no idea what was going on in this therapy session. He wondered if he had made a mistake in coming to Dr. Brown. How was him talking about his most pleasurable experience going to help him get over his stress from all of the sickness and death that he had witnessed.

His cock was still hard as a result of her questions and his responses. He kept his hand below his belt as he continued to try to conceal his arousal. Was the doctor contributing to his arousal just by her presence?

His mind wandered a little... and so did his eyes. He was no longer looking into the doctor's eyes, but his eyes were wandering down her body. The way that she was sitting did not allow him to get a good look at her body.

His eyes moved slowly back up to her face. Dr. Brown was an attractive woman. He started to think of her differently now. The reason for the shift was undoubtedly the thoughts that she had put into his mind and the way they had impacted his body.

"What are you saying Doctor Brown? Do you think I should just go out and fuck a prostitute and that will solve all of my problems? Is that the kind of advice you give? With everything that is going on, you want me to risk sex with a whore?"

He sat up and looked directly at the therapist.

 

[wickedpen]

Without batting one of my long red eye lashes I held my place as he sat up abruptly. She watched to see if he would leave or, she really had little experience with men like Patrick. Her dates were usually proper professors or finance guys, not men who worked, did physical things, saved people lives.

"Why is she a whore?" she asks as she slowly sinks back into the chair and her blouse falls back with her laying over her breasts, topped with small erect nipples.

"Do you see all women as whores Patrick or just those that see sex as work?" she asked feeling, almost high as the conversation seemed to dance on a layer of raw primal desire but societal norms and training keeping it at bay.

 

[BeachBum25]

Watching the doctor sit back, Patrick was now able to see her breasts push against her blouse. He could also see her erect nipples pressing through her bra and blouse. It appeared that her level of arousal may have been in the same vicinity as his.

"No, I do not see all women as whores.... not even close. In fact, I am someone who respects women tremendously." His voice was firm and probably louder than it should have been under the circumstances..

"You mentioned an hour at a time. That sounds like a prostitute to me. When it comes to sex, I prefer some sort of attraction. That attraction can be physical. It can be mental. It can be emotional. It can be all of the above, or any combination of the three. I don't need to pay to have someone get me off."

He fought the urge to get up and leave. Why did he do that? Was it because he was now seeing the doctor as a woman? A very attractive woman, even. One who had his cock hard and whose body was also showing signs of arousal.

 

[wickedpen]

Ignoring his clear annoyance with her line of questioning she tightened the lines and felt the wind catch in her sails.

"I charge by the hour, does that make me whore?" she said unclear her intent as the small boat she felt confident of managing alone earlier has found some rough seas. The horizon sways as the waves lift her and then drop her, again and again as she tried to get her bearings.

"Have you ever paid for it Patrick?" she asks hoping she is not over playing her hand. Although he admits to being attracted to older women, and his best sex was with an older woman, perhaps there is something else she is missing.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick's back stiffened. He did not like being challenged. He never backed down from a challenge, and right now it felt like Dr. Brown was challenging him. He had no idea how this was supposed to help him, but therapist or not, he wasn't going to allow her to push him around.

"Is that what you do Doctor Brown? Do you take people's words and twist them around and manipulate them? Is that what therapy is? I never said you were a whore. I have known you for less than the hour that I am being charged for. I do not have any information that would lead me to believe you were a whore. A lot of people charge by the hour that are not whores."

He felt his face getting redder and he knew that his voice got louder as he was speaking. He tried to calm down, but he was having a difficult time of it. He took a few deep breaths and continued.

"I have paid for a lot of things Doctor Brown, but I have never, and never will, pay for sex. As I said earlier, for me anyway, there needs to be some kind of connection... an attraction, for me to have sex with a woman. Money, there is no attraction generated through the passing of it to a woman who sells her body for sex. Is that better than calling her a whore?"

He stared at the doctor. He was fired up and was doing everything he could to calm himself down.

 

[wickedpen]

She saw he was a ticking time bomb. Usually a line of questioning like this would lead to laughs and perhaps a harmless pass at her, but he was upset. She knew medically this was good for him to get out. He needed to blow off steam that was absolutely compounding his impossible situation.

"Well Patrick," she began looking down the raising her eyes to his as she spoke. Using his first name, as she imagined his mother's friend had that day, she hoped to rekindle his memory of his greatest pleasure.

With her eyes locked into his she said, "Would you pay me for an hour?" She did not say anything else as she studied him as her words, thought not a direct offer, were pretty heavily laced with innuendo and clearly provoked a reaction in his head, and elsewhere she hoped.

 

[BeachBum25]

He heard her use his first name as she raised her eyes back to his. She had tried to get him to use her first name earlier, something which he had resisted doing. He maintained eye contact with her, almost as if he was being challenged by her... a challenge in which he would not give in.

"I would pay you for an hour Doctor Brown. In fact, isn't that what I am doing now?" He was pretty certain that she wasn't talking about therapy, but he decided that he would play her game for a little while.

Then, Patrick moved in a different direction before the therapist could even comment. "However, if you are asking if I would pay you for an hour of sex, the answer is absolutely not. Us having sex would be because we wanted each other, because we desired each other. It would be because we found each other attractive, and wanted to explore each other's bodies... not for money."

 

[wickedpen]

Patrick's manly attitudes and strong ethic boundaries were amusing to Kelly who often worked with titans of industry who were upstanding citizens and respectful members of society, in the beginning.

"So, Patrick, if I said to you the next time you come to this office I would perform any act you wished, you would refuse in lieu of therapy?" the good doctor said leaning back with a confident smirk on her face.

 

[BeachBum25]

He looked at Doctor Brown and contemplated what she was saying. He wasn't sure if this was some form of therapy that she was engaging in, or not. His mind was racing at 100 miles per hour. She had him on edge.

"Doctor Brown, I did not say that I would reject you lieu of therapy. My comment to you was about money for sex. If you are thinking about something sexual with me, it means that you have some kind of connection with me. Do you find me attractive Doctor Brown?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Boyle I am a professional and taking advantage of my position within the context of a physical relationship would be inappropriate at best. I am speaking of therapy, the goal of which is make you feel better. Now it may seem unorthodox from your, background, but in my practice I Have often treated patients within the confines of these walls in ways others may find disturbing or as you put it whorish, but I do understand the male psyche and I do believe I could help you. For example if I were to ask you to open your pants and perform fellatio on you until you reached orgasm I am fairly confident that you would feel better about things." she said calmly and with an almost sterile tone, as though prescribing physical therapy for a bad back.

"By no means do I want you to feel pressured to accept my diagnosis and treatment suggestions, which will have to be updated as we progress. You may even want a second opinion? My colleague Dr Phillip Levin, down the hall may have some time for you, if you so desire." she stopped then looked up away from Patrick.

"Becky?" she called out.

"Yes Doctor Brown?" the automated attendant answered almost immediately.

"Does Dr Levin have any appointments for Mr Boyle in the next week or so?" she asked the AI building wide attendant.

"Yes Dr Brown, next Tuesday at nine am. Shall I book it?" the attendant asked.

Dr Brown's eyes returned to Patrick with a look he could not quite decipher. She wet her lips with her pink tongue and asked, "Does that time work for you Mr Boyle?"

 

[BeachBum25]

Dr. Brown's assertive tone did nothing but raise Patrick's back up. He felt his face start to get red as she challenged him. He stared into her eyes... he could feel his eyes burning.

She listened as she taunted him by having her assistant check on the other therapist's schedule. He could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath as the doctor played her game. Becky, obviously the good assistant, played her part well.

He looked at Becky as he responded to Doctor Brown. "I don't need you to set me up with another therapist. According to you, I don't really need therapy. I just need someone to give me a good blowjob. Obviously, you are willing to do that. I think, however, that you probably have seen the bulge in my pants and that has helped determine the method of treatment you would want to proceed with."

 

[wickedpen]

A condescending smile fell over the doctor's face as he seemed to question her abilities or willingness as a therapist.

"I think I can do an adequate job, although it often depends on the material I have to work with." she said as her eyes bore into his, then dropped to his lap.

Becky, the Artificial Intelligence assistant that was always listening chimed in from the hidden speakers in the room, "I have not scheduled any appointments for you Mr Boyles. Please let me know if there is anything else either of you require."

"I think that is all for now." Doctor Brown said waiting to see how far Patrick would take this.

 

[BeachBum25]

He did not divert his eyes from the doctor's as she stared at him. He was pretty sure that a lot of the patients that Doctor Brown had would have looked down away from her when her eyes bore into theirs. That, however, was not Michael's style.

He maintained eye contact with her until she lowered her eyes to his lap. He normally would have thought a woman brazen to check out his package in the way that the therapist was, but, with Doctor Brown, he was not surprised. She was straight forward, and that is probably the one reason he was still sitting here.

"There is no doubt in my mind that the material you want to be working with right now is of the highest quality and a size that you would find worthy of your treatment skills. If you think that you can do an adequate job with me, then I welcome you to give it your best shot."

Patrick waited to see what was next. He still wasn't sure if this was some game the doctor was playing that was an extension of the word association game. His eyes moved down her body slowly. Once his eyes met her bare knees, he paused for a moment before moving his eyes slowly back up to meet hers.

 

[wickedpen]

"I don't want there to be any confusion about this. No, consent issues." she said as she licked her lips in anticipation of this man. He was a man, all man, strong and confident and she wanted, needed him.

She smiled at Patrick and said "Sorry if this is awkward but there have been issues in the past." as though discussing some sort of paperwork mishap.

"Becky, please record Mr Boyles consenting." she said to the invisible computer. She looked back up at Patrick and said "Do you consent to me, Doctor Kelly Brown to touch and perform fellatio upon you? and any further activity must be consented to separately in subsequent addendum to the doctor patient contract. OK?"

Expecting Patrick to affirm his consent to this Kelly slid out of the chair and to her knees in front of him. With her legs wrapped in the white slacks folded under her, she placed her hands on her thighs and waited as he sat man-spreading on the couch in front of her.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick looked quizzically at the doctor as she spoke about a consent to perform fellatio. "I have to tell you Doctor Brown, I have never had to provide a formal okay that was recorded and kept in a file before a woman gave me a blow job before. Of course, I have never been to a therapist before, either."

He watched the therapist move out of her chair and onto her knees in front of him. "Becky, I give my consent to all treatment options that Dr. Brown deems necessary to properly treat me during any and all therapy sessions."

He looked down into her eyes as she knelt there with her hands on her thighs. "Will that be enough to allow you to perform any treatments you think I need without having to record additional consents?" He spread his legs wider as he sat there looking at the sexy redhead on her knees waiting to suck his hard cock.

 

[wickedpen]

Her eyes closed slowly rolling back as his words were like a flood of intoxication, " I give my consent to all treatment options that Dr. Brown deems necessary..." that came into her head and then down and throughout ever cell of her body.

"That will do." Becky chimed in from the ether as Doctor Brown's long pale thin fingers slid up the inside of Patrick's knees. Not forceful nor bashful as he head rolled backwards on her shoulders . She leaned forward pushing her hands up his thick muscular legs until they pressed against his hardened shaft trapped underneath.

Her pink fingernails quickly opened and unzipped his pants as her head came back and her eyes opened to the task at hand.

"Please stand up." she commanded in a dry confident tone. As he did and she began pulling down on his pants and underwear she had to lean out of the way of his bouncing hard on. Her hand quickly took control of his cock, thick and hot and hard. Her tongue ran laps around her thin lips as her breath was hot and heavy on her hand.

"Would you prefer to stand, sit or lay down?" her tone was sterile and firm as her crystal like green eyes looked up at him as she slowly moved the skin of his cock up and down.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick watched the doctor closely as she slid her hands up his legs and spread them wider apart. His eyes were on hers as her touch made his already stiff shaft even harder. He shifted in his seat a little as he focused on his therapist, completely.

When she told him to stand up, Patrick obeyed her command and rose to his feet; towering over his attractive therapist. When she pulled down his pants and his boxer briefs, his big, hard cock sprung free, almost striking the doctor’s face.

He watched her lick her lips. It certainly seemed that Dr. Brown was anxious to get a taste of his member. The grip that Doctor Brown had on his cock was one of control. She was in charge and they way she grasped his shaft was a clear message.

“I am going to stand. I like the view from up here and I think it is going to get even better.”