Therapist Sex Story Novels & Stories

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. My part at that, letting a shaky breath out of my lips, then I gulp down on nothing, sucking in some courage. "Keep your eyes close," she reminds me. Instinctively, my hands move to her leather jeans, trying for the belt, however her hands silently direct me to her jacket.

“You look tense. Ready to continue where we left off?” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand behind my desk like a shield. “Mr. Voss… Damien. I’ve thought about this carefully. Our sessions have crossed serious professional boundaries. I need to terminate our therapeutic relationship today. I can recommend colleagues who—” He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and held it up. My own voice filled the office—husky, broken, desperate. “My cunt is dripping for you, Sir… Please let me cum, Master…” The wet sounds of my fingers thrusting into myself played clearly. The recording captured everything: my whimpers, the commands he gave, my shame

“Oh my baby girl! I understand you feeling bad because you are married but left for me, I will tell you to continue just to feel happy but since you want to let things go, why don’t you go for therapy maybe you will be free to open up to a total stranger.” “A therapist..why didn’t I think of that.” “That’s why you have me, I know a good one, his name is Dave Whales, he is really good, we can book you an appointment but in return, tell me more about the night of sin.” “You are silly..okay fine I will tell you some.” * I decided to check up on the therapist online and damn, “He is super hot..” I remained on his page, how can a therapist be this hot?

"It was probably the best I had ever had, honestly. She was so sexy, and so horny. After I got her off a couple of times, she wanted to suck my dick. She wanted to feel appreciated, and her husband simply didn't appreciate her or desire her anymore. I tried, I really did, to actually provide her with therapy. Unfortunately, every time she came back, she wanted sex as soon as she was under and there was no way I could resist. She didn't remember having sex with me, but she really did feel better after each session. "Then she started recommending me to her friends. Some of them had real, deep-seated issues that I was able to help them sort out. Most of them were just like her: horny, sexy, und

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

In an hour. Tyler had booked it for me last week, nagging until I agreed. “5 PM sharp,” he’d said. “Don’t flake, Harden. This could be good for you.” I’d shoved the reminder to the back of my mind, but now it loomed. A sex doctor? What would that even entail? Therapy sessions? Medications to dull the fire? Or something more… hands-on? The thought sent a fresh twitch to my softening cock. Dr. Voss was famous, apparently—books, TED talks, a clinic catering to high-profile clients with “unique” needs. Rumors swirled online about his methods: immersive, boundary-pushing, with a focus on submission and control. His patients called him a miracle worker, turning addictions into strengths. I sat up,

And then I was coming, screaming my release as my pussy clamped down hard around his cock. Adriano followed me over a moment later, burying himself deep and spilling his cum inside me once more. We both collapsed forward onto the desk, spent and panting. "That was... incredible," I breathed, still hazy with pleasure. He chuckled and nipped my earlobe playfully. "I thought therapists weren't supposed to fraternize with their clients." I swatted his chest half-heartedly. "Well, that was a bit of an exception. You're just irresistible."

Warning: Explicit sexual content, voyeurism, cuckolding themes, therapist/patient breach, rough sex, group settings. 18+ only. All characters are adults 21+. PART 1: THE DEMONSTRATION "So, Maya, you're telling me you've never had an orgasm with Jason?" Dr. Adrian Stone sat in his leather chair, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional sex therapist his credentials claimed. Across from him on the therapy couch sat Maya, twenty-four years old and visibly uncomfortable, with her boyfriend Jason fidgeting beside her.

“Yes. And make it fast because security is right outside waiting to escort you out and your grandmother is at parking waiting for you.” Trepidation passed her dirty face. “You called her?” “Before I even got to you. A video of what happened here will be sent to the sex therapist she would be consulting today upon my recommendation in case you try to come for me again for your fix. If that happens, you do know you’ll be coming out of rehab after a very, very long time.” “You can’t do that,” she said. “I know the therapist. Not my friend. He’s an asshole and way too smart and prejudiced for you to fool, Charis. But he would like to have you. And you already know how things like this turn out.”