Psychology session

The boring and monotonous appointments with my clients had swallowed me into a routine. They came to me for sessions time and again, each with their own issues. Some of them had been visiting me for a long time, and in most cases with the same problem... Some had unrequited love, some couldn't find common ground with their team at work, some just came to vent about their worries and fears, and some couldn't even make friends with their own head. But I liked helping people in my role as a psychologist, helping them unload mentally; they felt relief and a certain state of peace.

I came

to work an hour early to review some questionnaires that potential clients had filled out with my secretary. Those I deemed necessary to see first, who needed my help the most, I would call in ahead of schedule. I set aside a few questionnaires for more thorough study, but one interested me the most. I leaned back in my leather chair and began examining this questionnaire in more detail. It was filled out by a guy...

Alexander, 28 years old. Reason for seeking help: the pernicious influence of the female sex on my psyche. Help me, for I am going insane.

After reading the short note on the questionnaire, I smiled and placed it on the very top of the selected stack. I handed them to my secretary, asking her to call each one and schedule them for free days and free hours. Over the course of the week, I continued seeing my regular visitors until a new week began with new clients after a couple of days off I had taken.

In a cheerful mood and collected state, I came to my office and sat down at my desk, gathering my light hair into a ponytail. This time I was wearing a form-fitting 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 in documents with a pencil when I heard a knock on the door.

— Come in.

The door opened, and a guy walked in. Handsome, athletic, with brown hair. He was wearing dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers. He walked over to my desk and looked around.

— Cute – was all he said.

— Good afternoon. You are...?

— Alexander.

— Very nice to meet you, Sasha. I'm Olga – I extended my hand for a handshake, but he only smirked and sat down on the couch. I realized this wasn't going to be an easy case and slowly exhaled.

— So, shall we begin? – he asked.

— Yes, absolutely. I'll be right back.

I left the office, took his questionnaire from my secretary, and returned. He was sitting with a businesslike look, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. I sat opposite him in the armchair and began refreshing my memory about his questionnaire.

— Sasha, you're 28? I'm not entirely clear on the reason for your visit. Can I hear your problem directly from you, and then I'll definitely be able to help.

— It's all about the broads. Damn cruel, merciless creatures.

— Excuse me, Sasha. But I already understand the root of your issue. What if we start treating women like women, not like broads? Then their attitude towards you will change too.

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

— I'm ready to listen.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his hands – Every time I tried to behave appropriately, I felt a stab in the back. As if I was setting myself up for a hit. Enough! These creatures can only ask, consume, and dump you for a better option.

— I'm very sorry, Sasha, that you're disappointed in women, but maybe the problem is that you allow such an attitude towards yourself? Maybe you're behaving in some wrong way, or giving them a reason to treat you like that? We need to solve the problem in you, not in those girls.

— Are you kidding?! What problem could I possibly have? Now I treat them exactly as they deserve.

— Look at it from another angle... Me, for example. Do you see an enemy in female form in me at first glance?

— Of course. You're a broad too.

I started to get nervous, this dialogue was making me anxious and insulted, but I gathered my strength and continued the conversation – There you have it, Sasha. To you, I'm a broad, and I immediately understand and see your attitude towards me. What should my reaction to you be after that? Definitely not the best.

— Now, of course. Now I treat everyone like that after my experience.

— A single, or even a second, experience doesn't give you the right to lump everyone together. It's just that with such an attitude towards girls now, you won't see the right one in anyone.

— The right one? Which doesn't exist and never will.

— Of course it won't. Change your attitude towards us, and we will show our best qualities.

— Pff... That's very difficult.

— You've already gotten used to this behavior, I understand, but it's not too late to change everything.

— Damn, how convincingly you talk. Alright, I'm ready to hear advice on my further actions.

— That's progress already. Thank you, Sasha. Here I am, I'm a girl. Just be with me the person you'd want to be in the best versions. Tone down your audacity, your arrogance, your distrust.

Sasha ran his hand over his head, rubbed his hands – Where do I start?

— With simple, relaxed conversation. Ask simple questions, and make your voice softer so your negativity isn't felt.

— Okay. For example... Hey, babe. You don't mind me?

— What? No, no. What does that mean? Don't mind you? – I laughed. And Sasha sat with a serious look, staring intently at me.

— Then I don't know.

— Oh, Sasha. You're just used to that method of communication. No wonder girls then treat you the same way. Try again.

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

— Hi. I would be pleased to get to know a charming girl like you, if you don't mind – and he exhaled.

— Yes, that's better already. And I won't take you for a rude oaf. You're a nice, even handsome, guy. Just don't get conceited. But it's not enough to win someone over with looks alone; make them fall in love with your attitude, your actions.

— I understand. Shall we try again?

— Of course. Rehearse on me. I want to help you, sorry, I want to help you.

— I don't mind if you use 'you' with me, just as I do.

— Good. Then our rehearsal will be more relaxed. Continue.

While he was thinking of words, I got up from the armchair, went to the desk for a pencil and a notepad. Turning to him, I caught his gaze on me, on my butt. I didn't pay much attention to it and sat back down in the armchair.

— I would be pleased to spend an evening with you over dinner. May I invite you somewhere?

— Yes, I don't mind. I would be pleased too – I continued playing along.

— What do you like, what do you enjoy? Do you like flowers?

— I love flowers. I would simply enjoy it if our evening passed with pleasant conversation and each other's company.

— I see. Then I'll pick you up at five? Is that convenient?

— Thank you. Yes, it's convenient.

Sasha got nervous and started wiping his palms on his knees. I looked at him with a certain 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 got through to him. Then our eyes met, and something flashed in his eyes that I didn't expect. He leaned forward a little, putting his elbows on his knees, and let his gaze slide over my legs.

— What are you wearing?

His question confused me. I was taken aback.

— Excuse me? What do you mean?

— What's under your skirt?

— You're going in the wrong direction now.

— I know. But I can't help but note that you are very sexy. You know what I'd like to do with you right now?

— Excuse me...?

— Stop...!

— Shhh... Quiet. Just listen. I'm still in a session. You would spread your legs wider, and I would gladly caress you there. Your incredible ass makes me get hard in a second, and I'd love to squeeze it.

He fell silent and watched my reaction. His words affected me so unexpectedly that my body became aroused. I slowly crossed one leg over the other and started running the pencil over my lips. He noticed my excitement and smirked slyly.

— Want to know how you arouse me, and how much I want you?

He pulled me towards him on the couch along with the wheeled armchair and pierced me with his gaze. While I was drowning in his eyes, he placed his hands on my knees and slowly moved them higher and higher until they reached the edges of my stockings. Sasha smiled contentedly and began stroking my thighs and my pussy through my panties. I bit my lower lip, after which he placed his thumb on it. With one hand he began to penetrate my panties, and with the other he ran his finger over my lips, not taking his eyes off mine. I got wet from his caresses and moaned softly, taking his finger into my mouth, sucking on it. With my own hands, I slowly began unbuttoning my blouse, and Sasha sat down next to me on his haunches and quickly pressed his face to my chest in my bra. He inhaled my scent and nibbled on my breast, moaning quietly. Then he abruptly stood up to his full height, lifted me up by the shoulders, quickly took off my blouse and bra, licking each nipple and gently biting them. I pressed his head to me and moaned softly, stroking his head. Sasha turned me around with my back to him, bent me over the armchair, pulled up my skirt, moved my panties aside, and began carefully stroking my pussy with his finger and entering it. Then he simultaneously began licking my clit and continued penetrating me with his finger. I started moaning and moving my hips. He stopped, stood up, slapped my appetizing ass, pulled down his jeans with his boxers, and abruptly filled my wet pussy with his hard cock. He fucked me hard and deep, making me want to moan louder, but he covered my mouth with his hand and continued fucking. Almost coming, I stopped him, sat him down in the armchair, and began riding his cock with my back to him, with my ass. When my anal hole was sufficiently stretched from his large, engorged cock, I began riding him hard and bouncing on him. Sasha held me by the hips, squeezing them roughly, and impaled me all the way. He pressed me against him with my back, placed my legs on the armrests of the chair, and entered me from below, choking me by the neck.

— Do you like it like this? Or do you still think I should be a damn polite romantic? Huh?

— Just not now. Oh, yes.

— What yes, bitch? Do you want me to keep fucking you? Don't want to lecture me about good behavior now? Huh?

— No. Just not now.

— Good. Then suck me off, dirty girl.

I got off him, knelt down, and began greedily swallowing his cock.

— Mmm... Want to come in my mouth?

— Have you already decided to finish with me? No, there's still more ahead. Do you like sucking my cock?

— Yes, it's delicious.

— Then keep going, cocksucker. Mmm... How lucky I was to get a session with such a, as it turns out, depraved beast.

I continued sucking him off lustily and moaning, stroking my pussy with my hand. Sasha unexpectedly grabbed me by the hair, thrust his cock deep into my throat a couple of times hard, making me gag, and slowly pulled it out. My saliva stretched to his cock. I licked my lips and his tip. Sasha lifted me from the floor by my hair and laid me stomach-down on the couch, entering my pussy from behind and pounding me hard into the couch. His hand gripped my neck, the other delivered a couple of burning slaps to my ass, and the cock, which was penetrating me hard to its full length, brought me to a wild orgasm in a minute. I came like never before, my body felt like it was being torn apart and pierced with electricity. So my cries wouldn't be heard, he covered my mouth with his hand and kept pounding until he came all over my ass. After catching our breath a little, coming to our senses, and tidying ourselves up, we looked at each other without saying a word.

— Thanks for the help – he said and left the office.

I canceled all remaining visitors for today, sat out my workday until five o'clock in my office at my desk, pulling myself together. I went outside, had taken a couple of steps, looked up, and saw him. He was standing, apparently near his car, with a bouquet of red roses and smiling. I couldn't hold back my smile either.

— Remember? Dinner at five.

— Are you serious?

— Yes, I wasn't playing with you, I was serious.

He gave me the flowers, opened the car door.

Sasha took me to a restaurant and placed the order himself. I was embarrassed to look him in the eyes, while he, on the contrary, was drilling into me with his gaze.

-Why are you embarrassed?

-I feel awkward. Sorry.

-Why? Everything's fine. Look at me.

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

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

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

-Because it shouldn't have happened. Now you'll lump all girls together under that situation.

-Are we back in session?

-No. It's just...

-Shhh... Otherwise I'll have to act with my methods again.

-Stop it. That's not funny.

-Me neither. Because I want you again.

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

-Only for myself. Because, surely, you don't service every client like that.

-How dare you!

-Quiet, don't get worked up. I mean that, surely, you liked me insanely and wanted me.

-It was a one-time thing. I'm sorry.

-I'm not. I want you.

Silence fell, our order was served. We ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other.

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