Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

"As you wish." Doctor Brown responded to Patrick's desire to stand. She rose onto her knees bring her head in line with the object of both of their focus. Her second hand reached for his cock and took it like a singer taking a microphone on a stand in a sweaty dark club. Her body moved in an erotic rhythm as her hands pulled and pushed up and down his sizable organ.

Kelly had not played the sex therapy card in quite some time. Patrick was gorgeous and hung like a fucking animal but with a gentle demeanor over what she anticipated to be a fairly strong libido. He throbbed in her tight grip as she made him wait. His eyes on her made her want to perform like back in college when she made money for medical school as a "nanny" for a wealthy surgeon who's wife rarely came to the beach with them.

She looked up at Patrick as her hands slowed and she brought his red hot head glistening in the awkwardly bright white light of the afternoon. She let her tongue moisten her lips as he watched before pressing him against them. She resisted, making it tight for him before giving way and letting his feel her wet mouth draw him in. She held his eyes as her tongue swirled and explored, until he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure. That is when she began to bob on the head. Just the head, into her mouth and then back as her lips dragged over the edge of the helmet and kissed his tip before forcing it back in. Again and again she did this as the taste of him began to fill her mouth.

She moved back and released on hand so steady herself on his hip. Her eyes were now closed as she took more of the vein throbbing flesh into her delicate mouth. Deeper almost into her throat before pulling back. She savor every second as fellatio was one of her favorite gifts to give. She knew she was good at it, not too fast, not too slow, just as Dr Morris has taught her all those summers ago.

She listened intensely for the tell tale groan or sigh letting her know her subject was close, but Patrick was silent. Her closed eyes only intensified the silence as the sound of her suction releasing and then reacquiring the seal that most men would react audibly to went alone in the blackness. She did not want to stop and interrupt the pleasure he must have been experiencing. She released him leaving her mouth to maintain their connection as her hand slid under and cupped his heavy sack now wet with her saliva.
 
Watching as Doctor Brown gripped his hard cock and began to stroke it long and hard. The way she moved her body as she stroked him was sexy as hell, and served to make him more aroused, and his cock grow stiffer, still. It certainly seemed like Doctor Brown was enjoying having his big cock in her grasp and looking forward to even more.

Damn, she was good. She knew how to heighten the suspense. Moving her mouth closer to his hardness and then running her tongue over her hot lips increased the intensity of the feelings running through Patrick and sent a bolt of electricity shooting up his spine.

Their eyes were glued to each other. Patrick refused to break the eye contact. The way she pressed the swollen head of his cock to her lips and then allowing to slide across those lips increased the current of that bolt of electricity from 110 to 220. She was good, and it was very obvious that she knew it.

Doctor Brown was not in a hurry. Just because she wasn't in a hurry did not mean that she wasn't moving Patrick toward an incredible orgasm. He controlled his breathing and was able to control his body. She was sucking his cock so good, and he wanted it to last as long as possible. It had been a long time since he had a good blow job, and even longer since it was from anyone as attractive as the therapist.

There was a part of him that wanted to pump his hips and start pushing his cock deeper into Doctor Brown. He resisted the desire to fuck her throat.. for now; enjoying the doctor and how she treated sucking cock as an art.

She removed her hand from his cock, but kept her mouth wrapped around it. Her hand moved down and cupped his balls as she maintained a good suction on his member. The feel of her hand on his sack brought about a, "ohhhh" to escape his lips. The doctor certainly was a master at what she was doing.
 
Patrick's patience was exhilarating for Kelly who's last interaction of this sort had lasted barely a minute, and certainly was a smaller affair than this. She fought the urge to quicken her pace wanting to bring something special to this man who had helped so many.

Hearing his true feelings slip past his lips, "ohhh" as she felt his heavy warm glands in her hand brought a warmth to her, not to mention a wetness as she moved her knees apart on the hard wood floor.

Moving her body into and onto him then back, forcing more of his swollen hard shaft into her mouth full of spit and desire she released his balls and took his other hip.

"Faster" she thought, wanting to give this man, this hero a moments relief from the horrors of the pandemic. "Harder" her body answered now feeling his head press into her throat. She moaned with effort trying to take all of him. Wanting to have all of him inside her tight wet mouth.

And then as quickly as he had appeared in the doorway, she stopped. She leaned back looking up at him with a long string of saliva stretched from his cock to her wet lower lip. She looked up at him, "Do you want to fuck me?" she said, her cheeks pink with effort and her eyes wild with lust, yet in control.
 
As Doctor Brown took his cock harder and deeper into her mouth, Patrick started to move his hips. Her grip on his hips allowed Patrick to push his cock into her throat; deeper with every small thrust and bob of her head. Even when moving faster and harder in his big cock, Doctor Brown maintained control of the whole situation.

Patrick was tempted to grab the back of his therapist’s head and begin fucking her face hard and deep. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to handle a good facefucking, but he resisted the urge.... for now.... this was DoctorBrown’s therapy session.

In the same way that she had started to suck his cock harder, Doctor Brown stopped and pulled off of his cock. The saliva trail from the swollen head of his cock to her lower lip was so fucking hot. She looked so good kneeling before him like that, and then she asked if he wanted to fuck her.

“Doctor Brown, I have already consented to any treatment methods that you may prescribe. However, I am not sure that fucking you is just a treatment for me. I think that my hard cock filling your pussy would also help with your needs. To answer your question, though, I would love to fuck you. I would love to fill you with this hard cock right here and right now.”
 
The good doctor was in no mood to diagnose or prescribe as she pushed Patrick back causing his to fall onto the couch. She stripped her pants and panties leaving her blouse and bra on in her haste. She was no longer the prominent therapist, cool and collected, she was straddling his legs, mounting him as she faced the wall behind where he sat. She was no longer the doctor but an animal seeking primal satisfaction. She forced herself down his shaft, crying out as the sensation thrilled her every molecule. She did not look at or see Patrick, just a shaft of flesh she rose up and dropped down, enjoying every millimeter of him.

"So fucking good!" she groaned as much to herself as to him, as her hands held onto the white leather covering the back of couch on either side of his head.

Now, stopping to grind each time down his rock-like column. She felt things she had not felt in a long time. The sound of their bodies against each other, lubricated with her saliva and the desire between her legs was obscene. Her musk filling the spacious room as she used her patient like a fucking post.

"Thank you." she sighed slowing a little, and looking into his eyes having scratched an insane itch, but not nearly satisfied.

"I am sorry if I am," she paused, "overly aggressive, I just..." she looked away. "I just find you very attractive." her words were honest and true and he knew it.
 
Patrick could not believe the energy with which Doctor Brown rode his hard cock. She was fucking him like a wild animal in heat and he had no objection to it whatsoever. His hands moved to her hips and he drove her down; impaling her on his rock hard shaft.

It appeared that Doctor Brown was looking right through him. He was an implement being used by the doctor to address a need that obviously had been growing deep inside of her for quite some time. Not that he was objecting to this sexy woman fucking him; he enjoyed the way her pussy gripped his hard cock.

When she stopped and sat back looking at him, he smiled at her as his hands moved up her sides underneath her blouse. “There is nothing for you to be sorry about Doctor Brown. I find you to be very attractive as well, and I must admit, I find your aggressiveness to be very exciting and very refreshing. I don’t enjoy passive women the way I am enjoying you.”

Patrick wasn’t sure if her words were meant to indicate that today’s session was over and she was done with him for today. He raised his hips to push his cock deep into the doctor as he caresses her breasts under her blouse and through her bra. He pulsed his cock as it was buried in her, and then began to thrust his hips to her in shorty, slow, deep thrusts... wondering if this had moved from a therapy session to something more.
 
He was so kind and thoughtful and for a moment she felt badly of her assault on him. Even if he said otherwise she was clearly taking advantage of this young man. She steadily rocked with him enjoying every sensation. Unsure how to proceed as her head was throbbing with a single thought, "MORE!" she listened to him. She smiled softly and put her hands to his bare neck and cradled his face.

He was not like the rich assholes who either wanted her to be their mothers so they could finally satisfy their prepubescent cravings or a dominatrix to whip them and let them feel the pain they sadistically put on millions with financial dealings. No, Patrick was a man, and a good man and Kelly wanted to give him pleasure and bring a smile to his sad face.

"Patrick, I want to give you whatever it is you most want." she said softly. Her hips gyrated a little too much for there to be anything but desire in her. "Call me Kelly, Doctor Brown is my mother." she said with a wink.
 
He was once again shocked by the doctor. The way that she took his face in her hands and looked at him and smiled at him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wasn’t sure why, but he was feeling an attraction to Doctor Brown that he had never felt toward another woman.

He continued to move his hips in small thrusts as the doctor moved hers to grind on him. There was something special about the way they sat there with her filled with his hardness. He kept his eyes on hers, as if she had commanded him to do so with her mesmerizing glare.

“Kelly, I want all of you. I want to continue to fill you with my big cock and feel your tight pussy stretch around my shaft.” He pushed her bra up and began to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Doctor Brown... errr.... Kelly.... I believe we both want the same thing. I know you are looking for pleasure. I know you want me to give you that pleasure. You know I can give it to you. You need to give it to me.”
 
"Patrick," my voice failed me as he rocked up into me. "you have to tell me what you want, show me..." suddenly unable to speak as my body reacted to him.

"If you don't let me give you what you want, you will carry it and it will gnaw at you just as your job gnaws at you. Stop giving and take for a change!" she said her eyes suddenly coming alive as though she had opened the gate in the corral and was on the biggest bull on the ranch.
 
The doctor’s words were motivational. He needed to take what he wanted, and what he wanted more than anything right now was Doctor Brown. He pulled his hands away from her breasts, and, as he did, he tore her blouse; sending several buttons flying.

The tearing of the doctor’s blouse had no effect on him... no negative effect, that is. He moved his hands outside her blouse and ripped it open, sending the last couple buttons flying over the couch. Patrick pushes the blouse off the doctor’s shoulders before unhooking her bra and dropping it to the floor.

“You want to know what I want Doctor Brown. I am going to show you what I want. Words won’t do it justice.” Patrick stood up with Kelly’s ass in his hands. He turned around and laid the doctor on the couch without allowing his cock to exit her hot, wet pussy.

His next action came without hesitation. Patrick buried his cock deep inside her tight pussy. Staring down at her, he began to move his hips in long, hard deep thrusts.... slamming his cock into her pussy.... stretching her so good. Each downward thrust ended with his hips crashing into Kelly’s and his balls slapping her ass.

“Does this tell you what I want Doctor Brown? Does my big cock pounding your hot pussy give you an indication?” He continued to fuck his therapist harder. He was unrelenting. With each hard thrust he moved closer to filling the Doctor with his cream. “Cum with me Doctor Brown. I am going to fill you with so much cum... I want your cum coating my cock. Fuck yes..... cum with me.... ohhhhh fuck.”
 
She did not bat an eyelash as he ripped her blouse open, and sent the buttons scattering across the wood floor. She wanted him to strip her, use her, have her, taking pleasure in his desire.

"yes" was all she could get out feeling his hands on her breasts.

His strength was intoxicating as he stood up with her mounted on him like she was weightless. His hands were tight on her ass, supporting her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands held on to his thick muscular neck .

It was like a dream as she spun and felt the leather under her and then his weight. She grunted with each thrust as he worked himself towards release.

His heavy breath raced into her as she braced herself. Her muscles trembled with effort as he grew harder.

“Cum with me Doctor Brown. I am going to fill you with so much cum... I want your cum coating my cock. Fuck yes..... cum with me.... ohhhhh fuck.” Patrick said before they melted together in a molten surge of orgasm.

"Yes! Yes!" she chirped before she blacking out into bliss. All she could feel was Patrick throbbing inside her. His weight pounding his last thrusts into her as she nearly drowned in endorphens.
 
They moved together perfectly. His cock slammed in and out of her tight pussy again and again as he unloaded giant ropes of thick cum into her tight pussy as he felt her body shake and her pussy spasm around his cock.

He buried his cock in her pussy and left it there as Doctor Brown closed her eyes and momentarily went limp. He leaned toward her to kiss her and then thought better of it. This was a therapy session, and he was fairly certain that Doctor Brown would think that a kiss was inappropriate.

Slowly, he withdrew his cock from her cum-filled pussy. His shaft was coated in the mixture of their cum. "Kelly, clean my cock off. Enjoy the mixture of our pleasure that soaks my cock." He moved onto the couch to straddle Doctor Brown's chest to give her access to this cock that gave her such pleasure.
 
Kelly lay blissfully floating on the couch but was snapped back into reality by the unexpected command of the man who had entered, not bashfully but certainly not telling her to lick his cock and balls clean of their cum.

She looked up at Patrick, his rippled abs and wide shoulder towering over her. His wet semi hard cock heavy on her chest. Her arms pinned under his legs she lifted her head and he moved forward letting her suck his cock into her lips. The taste was obscene and sent a tremor through her post eruption crater.

Looking up at him she mopped his cock with her tongue and vacuumed their juices from both his shaft and his balls as he fed them to her. She managed to get her fingers between her legs as she performed the submissive cleaning, pleasuring herself.

Once he was satisfied and rose off her like a roman gladiator off a kill she called to Becky.

"Can we schedule another appointment for Mr Boyles Becky?" her voice calm and professional.

She sat up and then stood, naked and feeling wonderful, walked to her pedestal desk.

"Yes Dr Brown. Mr Boyles how does next week, same day same time work for you?" Becky called from the ether.

Before he could answer Kelly said, "Oh no. Sorry Becky. It will have to be sooner. We have a lot of work to do."
 
Patrick pushed it a little bit. He knew that telling Doctor Brown to clean of his cock was a stretch, but was pleased to see her do what he told her. She did it so well, also. Her mouth and tongue expertly licked and sucked the mixture of their pleasure juices. He watched her intently as he straddled her chest.. his fingers pulling on her nipples.

Stepping back off the couch, no longer pinning Doctor Brown to the couch, Michael looked over her wonderful body. He did not have an opportunity to enjoy the sight of her body earlier, as he had torn her blouse off and was focused on filling her pussy with cock.

His eyes followed Doctor Brown as she walked to her pedestal desk. Her body was wonderful. He focused on her tight ass. Yes, he would love to get his hands on that ass again. He could really enjoy the doctor.

"Becky, just make sure that my insurance will cover the appointments you make for me with Doctor Brown. I want to make sure that she is appropriately compensated for the services that she provides for me." He smiled wickedly at Doctor Brown as they waited for Becky to generate an appointment.
 
Hearing Patrick's comment about insurance made Kelly wonder if he would pay if his insurance did not cover this time. He had been so sensitive to paying for sex, but what was he now doing? Her mind raced as she stood naked keenly aware he was watching her.

She felt a button under her bare foot and playfully kicked it across the room towards Patrick. She looked at him with a smirk.

"Patrick, are you sure you want to continue with therapy?" she asked. Her mind and body were not ready to let him leave. He was exactly what she needed. She did not want or need a man to provide for her, or make her whole as so many friends of hers complain about needing. She needed a big hard man to fuck the living shit out of her, again and again and she was willing to entertain whatever their kink might be in order to get it.

His face looked puzzled at her question so she followed up, "Should we just fuck and call it therapy?" It had come out much blunter than she expected but felt her heart flutter as his cock jumped at her question.
 
He enjoyed watching her stand there. The doctor was so sexy and she took his mind off of everything else. Becky was slow to respond about another appointment and his comment about insurance, which allowed Patrick more time to focus on the doctor's tight ass.

Patrick smiled at Doctor Brown as she kicked a button across the floor to him. "Am I to assume that I am going to get a bill for your blouse Doctor Brown?" He winked at her as she gave him a smirk.

Wondering why the doctor would ask if they were going to continue with the therapy, Patrick looked at Doctor Brown quizzically. She obviously saw the look on his face and went on to ask if they should just fuck and call it therapy.

Patrick moved toward the doctor and took her ass in his hands. "Doctor Brown, I don't care what you call it. You can call it therapy. You can call it just fucking. You can call it getting the hard cock that you need at the expense of insurance companies. You can call it meeting me at a hotel to get your pussy satisfied. Whatever you call it, just make sure you keep giving that pussy to me."
 
She braced herself with her hands on the marble pedestal as Patrick stood behind her. Her muscular body tense and hard with resistance. He was forceful both physically and verbally and she knew he could snap her in half with barely a flick of his hardened forearms. This was the danger she craved like a crack head watching a dealer finger a rock. She felt his cock now hard again as it pressed between her tightened ass.

Her mind raced with wanton desire to push this man and see what he might be capable of doing to her. A simple "take me" breathed right now would surely guarantee her another blissful ride by this man but she wanted more.

"I did enjoy you, fucking me, as you put it so elequently. But I am a professional and will require the respect that demands." her words were sterile and dry, as though he had cursed at his third grade teacher.

"Kneel on the floor Mr Boyle, next to the window." she instructed. "I think it's time you cleaned me up a bit."
 
His shaft was hard again. She was like a magician in her ability to make him rise. He pressed it between the lovely cheeks of her firm ass as his hands moved up to cup her tits. He pulled lightly on the nipples as he heard the doctor talk about the respect that her professional position demanded.

Her order for him to move to the window and kneel went unheeded. He gripped her tits more firmly and allowed his big cock to slide between her legs and move along her pussy lips. He whispered in her ear, "Doctor Brown, I must tell you that I am not accustomed to taking orders."

Patrick continued to move his cock along her silky lips while still holding her tits firmly. He caressed them harder as he pressed her over her pedestal desk. "Is you telling me to go kneel in front of the window part of the therapy Doctor Brown, or is it what you want in order to continue the fucking?"
 
The sensation of his fingers on her nipples was far from the pain one might expect. His lack of obedience melted her and his cock now between her legs almost too much. He forced her against the desk which luckily could support her weight as she had it bolted into the floor.

"You take orders." she gasped as he slowly dragged his helmet against her clit. She had to force herself from collapsing into complete submission, so close to such pleasure.

"Your dispatcher orders you." she forced out with closed eyes and a contorted expression.

He seemed to be watching the desire on her face in the mirrors across the room and asked, "Is you telling me to go kneel in front of the window part of the therapy Doctor Brown, or is it what you want in order to continue the fucking?"

She swallowed wanting to release the marble desktop and push him up into her.

"Does it matter?" she gasped unable to remain calm.
 
He released her tits and backed away from her. "Are you one of those people that always answers a question with a question? I am not a fan of that type of person. That is a sign of weakness and an inability to make a decision. Is that you Doctor Brown? Are you weak? Are you unable to make a decision?"

Patrick's cock brushed against the cheeks of the doctor's fine ass... close enough for her to feel him, yet so far away from entering her and giving her want she wanted. "I thought you were someone that knew what they wanted and made sure that they go tit Doctor Brown. If you really wanted me on my knees by the window, you would have demanded it."

Taking his big cock in his hand, Patrick began to smack Doctor Brown's ass with his shaft. Then, he grabbed a handful of the doctor's hair and pushed his cock into her pussy. He impaled her on his big, hard member... leaving his cock buried deep inside of her... pulsing it while it was filling and stretching her.

"Is this what you want Doctor Brown? You want this big cock?" Patrick pulled back out of her pussy and released her hair. "Tell me what you want. Don't be weak. I can get that anywhere. Show me that you know what you want and will do what you need to do to get it." He smacked her ass Hard for emphasis.
 
Patrick's mood seemed to have brightened as he called her out as a sub.

Questions with questions is a classic therapy technique to drive deeper into issues. But Kelly was no longer interested in issues, although driving deeper did pop some possibilities.

His playful slaps of his cock in her ass were an appetizer and just as she was about to respond he took her by the hair and drove himself into her. She felt the pedestal under her and his massive body force itself into her. She grunted as the air was forced from her lungs.

"Is this what you want?" he asked like a threat, or in her case an answer. He withdrew as quickly as he had slammed her into the desk. She swallowed and collected her wits before standing and turning to face this man, a good hundred pounds heavier and six inches taller. Her look was not of a subservient little female but the danger seeker. Her eyes sparkled with life as her body tightened and she looked him up and down.

She deftly jumped and lifted herself onto the pedestal, knocking the phone and notebook to the floor without a thought. She had him watching and knew she had him.

She raised her left foot to the white marble desktop like a gymnast, opening her engorged red flesh between her legs, slick with their juices, for his eyes which were no longer quiet as cool and collected as before.

She ran her hand down her thigh and slowly rubbed her clit watching her fingers. She then raised her eyes to meet his as they also rose from the desk top to her face.

"Yeah, I do want that. I want all of that you can give me Patrick." she said as her hands moved back to the far edge of the desktop and she raised her other foot so she was squatting on the desk offering her delicious flesh he had assaulted with his tool so harshly moments before.

"But first I think you should give me what I asked for." her tone all business. "You want to fuck me? Then you need to clean up your mess first." her tone was drop dead gorgeous as her eyes passed down from his to his cock throbbing in front of him, then to her own aching crotch.
 
He watched as the doctor athletically moved to the top of her pedestal desk. She moved slowly... teasingly. His eyes moved down her body to her pussy and he watched as she rubbed her clit with her fingers. She had his undivided attention, and when their eyes met again, it was obvious that she knew she had it.

Patrick listened as Doctor Brown told him that she wanted him to do what she had said earlier. She wanted him to clean up the mess that he had made. He smiled at her as she made demands. "Feeling good about yourself all of a sudden, huh Kelly? You went from answering my question with a question to telling me what you want me to do. That is a big step."

Reaching out toward her, Patrick replaced Kelly's fingers with his and began to rub her clit. Their eyes remained locked. "You must have loved the taste of our cum mixed together Kelly. You really must have enjoyed it for you to want to share it with me." He smacked her clit lightly and licked his lips.

Positioning himself between her legs, Patrick allowed his tongue to drag along her pussy lips in a long, slow lick. He looked up at Kelly as his tongue flicked across her clit. "You like that Doctor Brown? You like my tongue on your pussy?"

The next lick had Patrick parting the good doctor's pussy lips with the tip of his tongue and sliding through her folds. Patrick began to clean up the mess that he had made in Kelly's tight pussy.

He knew this was her way of trying to exert dominance over him. He was willing to relent, because he knew that he would drive her crazy with his tongue. He was going to enjoy the tug of war with the doctor. He liked a woman that was a challenge.. it made everything so much better.

He began to lick her pussy faster; almost attacking it with his tongue. He cleaned up her messy pussy, and the way she squirmed on the pedestal desk told him that she was loving every single lick.

his hands moved to Kelly's tits as he licked her pussy wildly. He wasn't afraid of her challenge and willingly ate her pussy like a champ. His tongue dove deep inside her pussy to make sure that he cleaned her up perfectly.

He tonguefucked her pussy fast.. pushing his tongue deep inside of her pussy again and again. His nose rubbed against her button as his tongue worked like a piston in her wet pussy. Then, he pulled it out and started licking her clit hard.

The movement of her body told Patrick that the doctor was getting close to cumming. He debated pulling his tongue away from her and denying her the pleasure she sought.

He decided against that. There were other ways that he would battle her for control. Giving this woman another orgasm was going to be his pleasure. He was going to enjoy lapping up her cum when she reached her nearing orgasm.
 
As Patrick stepped closer Kelly bit her lip and tried to remain calm. She wanted him. She wanted to feel his strength and desire for her, but she also knew he had laid down his cards and what he wanted was not a submissive lover but an equal, a peer who wanted as much as he did and was not afraid to ask for it.

Taking her fingers in her mouth brought a sigh and his fingers replacing hers between her legs forced a groan from her as electricity coursed through her. His mouth willingly suckled their flavors and his fingers were energized by it.

She nodded with enough of a smile to let him know she was pleased.

His words were filthy, filled with lust and pushing her buttons like few had before. Then he went down on her. His lips and tongue obscenely good a she moved her hips into him, grinding with him.

"so good" she sighed as his hands reached up her body. He was pushing her closer and closer to her promised land. She felt like such an animal, lifting herself in a contortionists back bend, giving him total access and oh did he use it. Her muscles trembled holidng herself for him to feed on. And then she came harder than she ever imagined possible. Her body seized as his tongue flickered like a torch flame on her burning, searing her flesh into perfect euphoria before collapsing. Luckily he caught her as her feet came off the desk and she jerked uncontrollably.

"Oh God!" she gasped inhaling sweet air as her body hummed with the rush. She was unable to think as he took her body off the pedestal.
 
As the doctor came all over his face, Patrick was able to maintain control of her body with his arms. If he didn’t hold onto her, she would have been stretched out on the floor after falling from her pedestal desk. To maintain control of her, Patrick lifted Doctor Brown up and put her legs over his shoulders..... his tongue still dancing on her soaked pussy as he carried her on his shoulders to the couch.

Kneeling down, he sat Kelly back on the sofa and looked at her as she collapsed into the cool leather. Patrick was pretty certain that it had been a long time since Doctor Brown has been pleasured like this.... if she had ever been.

“You liked that, didn’t you kelly? I bet you never had a tongue attack your pussy like that before.” His hands moved over her body... touching.... teasing..... exploring. He could get used to the doctor and her tight body. He would be fine with the insurance company getting paid for him to use her body for his pleasure.

Staring into her eyes, Patrick called out, “Becky, make sure that any appointments you make for Patrick are more than an hour long. The doctor is going to need me to be here for extended times during each session.”

Patrick stood up in front of kelly as she continued to lay back on the couch. “So, tell me something Doctor Brown, have you had enough for a first session, or do you need some more of this cock.” He smiled down at her as he held his shaft in his hand. “I am not sure that you can handle anymore.”
 
"Woo! Hoo!" Kelly shouted loud and excitedly, as she fell back out of Patrick's hands onto the couch with a big smile. Looking up with a smile full of energy and plaufullness, as he stood holding his fully engaged cock over her, her mind wanted one thing, more.

"I will handle it." her tone was serious and he knew it.

"Come here." she said spreading her long toned legs for him to mount her. She raised her hands towards him and wanted him, wanted more, wanted to fuck until he begged for mercy.
 
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