Revelations from a Sex Psychologist's Female Patients

"And when I lived with my first husband, it was really fun," one of my clients continued her stories (I work as a psychologist). "We lived in a not very big city, I was 25, and my husband was a real doormat, so I was free to do whatever I wanted. Basically, I didn't deny myself anything. In one day, I could have sex with many men, and I liked it."

I worked at a local shop back then, but I didn't last long there—the all-female team took its toll. But I liked working at the car wash. There were two male workers and me. When I came in early, my work shift would start with giving blowjobs to these

two guys. They would get comfortable in the little storage room where we rested, smoked, chatted, sometimes drank, and I would suck them off one after the other. The shift would end the same way. My husband didn't know about it and sometimes, when picking me up from work, he would ask why I was so tired. But I always had to come up with different answers.

After I started at this car wash, we got a few more customers. Some I serviced right in their car, some wanted to do it in our 'storage room,' leaving me good tips. Usually, after three or four days, my work overalls would be ruined, and I had to work in my regular clothes, which would get wet very quickly and become see-through."

"Once in the summer, it was very hot, and I wore a thin white T-shirt and a skirt above the knee, planning to change into denim shorts at work. But there was so much work that I didn't have time to put on the shorts and started washing a car in that T-shirt and skirt. In my rush, I didn't wash it very well, and the two guys who owned the car demanded that I wash it again. But I told them it would take too long and offered myself as an apology. They quickly caught on, dragged me into that same storage room, and fucked me good. There were a lot of people that day, and when my husband picked me up in the evening, I had to quickly suck off my two colleagues."

"This went on for over a year. Then, one time after another shift, on the way home, my husband wanted it right in the car. When I undressed, he saw a condom in my panties... Two weeks later, we got divorced."

"Once, a couple came to me, a guy around 25 and a girl about the same age. After paying for the sauna, they closed the door, and I went to my part, where I had my personal rest room. An hour later, the guy came to me and said his girlfriend had drunk too much and couldn't come to her senses. We tried to wake her up but couldn't. He said he hadn't had sex with her today and really wanted to. I offered myself to him. He didn't hesitate for long and fucked me while I lay next to his sleeping girlfriend on the couch. Later, she did wake up and had sex with him. But when leaving, he took my phone number and came by a few times without her and with friends. After a couple of months, my husband started suspecting something, and I had to quit."

"My new job was at a company selling plastic windows. There, I also found 'non-work duties,' because not only were the two guys at the top of the company, but also three window installers and four student guys handing out flyers. Each of the 9 workers sometimes brought their friends, at least twice. In the end, I was fucking at least 6 guys every day. Once, they took me to a business meeting. It was held at another company's office. My bosses were discussing something for a very long time—from what I understood, it was about some big order—and then they called me in, and I had to service all four of them, paying special attention to the other company's managers."

"And are you still working at that organization now?"

"Yes, of course, I'm happy with everything there. And the salary is good—my husband is pleased, only sometimes I have to hastily wash traces of someone else's sperm off my clothes...."