The Sessions!

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Terry Gibson sits in the psychologist’s office with sweaty palms and a roiling stomach.  Waiting for the intimidating, yet glamorous Dr. Pamela Byatt was not something he’d ever thought would happen in his life.  You see, the renowned psychologist is famous, a regular on various TV talk shows, several New York Times bestsellers, and a very exclusive clientele.  So why is ordinary Terry Gibson sitting in her office?  It seems his wife is an old friend of the famous psychologist, and Dr. Byatt agreed to give them much-needed marriage counseling.  Helen Gibson, Terry’s wife, has already been for several sessions and had insisted he go.

The man obviously didn’t want to go, but in the interest of keeping the peace, he swallowed his pride, and now here he is sitting in her office.  Dr. Byatt is a beautiful woman too, a tall leggy six foot and long black hair.  Her breasts are ample without being gross, and her figure is curvy.  Almost a taller version of Olivia Munn and she tended to dress provocatively as well, showing off her figure and cleavage with aplomb.  Eventually, she entered the room, and immediately the sensuous smell of expensive perfume filled Terry’s nostrils.

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Byatt said in a feminine tone that made his pulse race.  “You’re Terry, right?  Helen’s husband.”

He stands and shakes her hand limply.  “Yes, Dr. Byatt, that’s me.”

She takes in his skinny, boyish appearance.  “How old are you, Terry?

“Thirty.”

She nods.  “Take a seat.”  Dr. Byatt sits in a comfortable chair facing Terry, her dress slit falling open to reveal a leg smooth, tanned, and sexy.  “Can I ask, what do you expect to get from our sessions?”

“Helen said I had to come…”

“No, if you’re only here because you think you have to be, then you should leave right now,” she said, waving her hand toward the door.  “I can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped.”

Terry grimaces nervously.  “Well, Helen and I are having issues with our marriage.  She said you could help us, so that’s why I’m here.  I wanna save my marriage.”

Dr. Byatt nods with a slight smile. “Good answer.  Helen has been in for a few sessions, so I understand what she thinks is going wrong with your marriage.  Why don’t you tell me what you think?”

He shifts in his seat and gulps loudly.  “Helen’s cheating on me,” Terry said, red-faced.  “That’s the crux of the issue.  I’ve threatened to leave her for it, but I…”

“You’re afraid to leave her?”

Terry looks at his hands and nods.  “Helen has agreed to work on it provided we get counseling from you.”

“Do you think this marriage will last?”

He shrugs.  “I want it to, as long as Helen wants it as well.  Helen said you had great success with couples like us, so I thought it worth a try.  I do love her.”

Dr. Byatt smiles warmly.  “You understand my methods are considered controversial.”

“I’ve heard that, but I don’t care if it can save my marriage with Helen.”

“My success rate is excellent, but I don’t accept every couple who comes here.  My definition of success is a couple remaining together accepting each other,” Byatt said clinically.  “Your post counseling marriage may not be the one you thought it would be, but it can still bring you both great happiness if you have an open mind to it.”

He nods.  “That’s OK with me, I just want to keep Helen,” Terry said.  “I’ll do anything for that to happen.”

“You said Helen has been cheating on you, tell me about it.”

“She’s been with this guy, Andy, that she agreed not to see anymore.  But Andy came over to the house the day after she promised to stop seeing him looking for her.  That’s when I knew she lied to me.”

“Helen knew Andy before you two met, didn’t she?”

“Yes, he’s an ex-boyfriend.”

“I see.  How did you meet Helen?”

“I met Helen at a bar in Queens back in 2016,” Terry said, gazing at the ceiling wistfully.  “She came over and started talking to me.”

Dr. Byatt writes something in a notepad, and asks, “Was that common for women to approach you like that?”

Terry guffaws.  “No, she was the first one to do that.”

The doctor nods, writing away.  “Did you find it easy or hard to meet other women before Helen?”

He sighs.  “Hard, I’m timid.”

“You must’ve been delighted one suddenly made a move on you?”

The man shrugs.  “I guess, never really thought about it.

“What did you think of Helen back then?”

“I found her very attractive physically.  The girl next door type, blonde, busty, and lots of energy.  I liked her immediately.”

“What happened at the bar?  What did you talk about?”

“Mostly about me.  Helen seemed fascinated by my life.”

Dr. Byatt glances up and asks, “That was a new experience for you?  To have a woman fascinated with you?”  He nods and shifts in his seat at the implication.  “What was Helen like then?”

“She was friendly in a physical way, always touching my arm, brushing against me,” he said.  “Eventually, I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place.  It was a bar pickup, but I was interested in more than just that.”

“She said yes then?”

“That’s right. We went back to my house and had sex.”

“Would you say you fell in love with Helen that first night?” Dr. Byatt asked.

Terry chuckles.  Yes, he remembered, he was smitten right from the start, especially after that first night in heaven. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You fell in love with Helen’s vagina?”

“I didn’t say that,” Terry groans with a jump, his voice rising a full octave higher, sounding like a boy.

In his peripheral vision, Terry can see the psychologist’s dress has ridden high on her thigh, leaving no more than a scant few inches of material to cover her crotch.  However, she had used a word for the female genitalia that Terry never spoke, and it made his stomach roil.

“Terry, tell me about what happened that made you seek counseling here,” the sexy doctor asks.  “What did Helen do when Andy came over that day after she promised not to see him anymore?”

He swallows hard.  “You mean what Helen did with Andy?”

“Is that what brought you here?”

“Um, yes.  I told him Helen didn’t want to see him anymore.  He said he needed to hear that from her.  At that point, he was in the house, and Helen came out of the kitchen.  She went over to him and put her arms around his waist.  She told him I didn’t want her fucking him.  Andy bent over and whispered in her ear.  Helen smiled brightly and nods her head.  Andy sits in my chair, and Helen kneels in front of him. ‘Helen, no, stop it,’ I screamed.  But she just smiled at me and said, ‘I’m not gonna fuck him, just like you asked.’”

Dr. Byatt is staring at Terry intensely now.  She asks, “Did you try to stop them?”

He gazes into his hands, feeling his body shiver.  “No, what would be the use.  Andy is a big black man.  He could swat me away like I was a fly.”

“Did you watch your wife suck him off?”

Terry sighs deeply.  “Yes.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Humiliated.  I felt like a total wimp.”

Byatt nods.  “What did they say to you when it happened?”

He visibly shivers.  “Andy said I wasn’t a man.  Helen agreed, and they laughed at me.  What is it about black men?  Helen seems to have no will power when it comes to Andy.”

Byatt picked up a TV remote control from a nearby side table and pointed it toward a large monitor facing Terry.  There are various folders, opens one, and then on an image link.  A picture of an erect black cock about eight inches long and thick appears on the monitor.  Holding it was the hand of a white woman.  On the woman’s hand is a diamond engagement ring and a gold wedding ring.  Terry gulps as he stares at the image on the screen.

The doctor asks evenly, “What do you see?”

“A hard penis with a woman’s hand holding it,” he said matter of fact.

Dr. Byatt nods.  “Be more specific.”

Terry sighs.  “It’s a white woman’s hand and a big black cock.  The woman is married.”

“Does it arouse you to see that,” Dr. Byatt asks with a raised eyebrow.

NO,” he shouts.

Then she clicks through to another picture.  It’s almost identical to the first.  In all, Dr. Byatt showed fifteen HD images on the monitor.  The cocks were all black, all between eight and twelve inches.  All the hands were white females with wedding rings.

“Terry, are you hard?” Dr. Byatt asked.

He gasps, his head shooting up almost doing a double-take. “WHAT?

“Are you hard?  Do you have an erection right now?”

“Um, what kind of a question is that to ask?”

“A simple question,” the psychologist said evenly. “Now, please take off your pants.”

“What?  No.”

She puts her pen and notepad down, staring at Terry with a new coldness.  “Either you take off your pants, or we’re done.”

Terry doesn’t like the ultimatum, but Helen had told him if he didn’t complete the counseling, she’d leave him for good.  Sheepishly, Terry removes his pants.

“And the underwear,” Dr. Byatt said as he stands in his red briefs.

The red-faced man pulls off his underpants.  His erection had wilted somewhat in his embarrassment.  Still, he was more hard than soft.  Dr. Byatt stands and suddenly grasps his dick, and it immediately jumps to full hardness.  Her hand feels good, just touching him.  He worried he might ejaculate on the spot.  Bringing up one of the images, Dr. Byatt encourages Terry to stare at the cock.

“Look at the image, Terry,” she said while still holding his dick.  “How do you think you compare to that big black masculine cock.  It’s a man’s cock, Terry.  How do you compare to it?”

He shudders, his legs feel like jelly.  “Um, well, I’m a bit smaller…”

A bit?”  Her tone is mocking, and it makes the man feel sick.  “Do you really think it’s just a bit smaller?”

He gulps hard.  “Um, no, I guess I’m a lot smaller.”

“Do you think you have a small, average or large penis Terry?” she asks, gripping his dick.

“Um, average…”  Dr. Byatt glares at him, and he grimaces.  “OK, OK, it’s small.  I have a small dick.”

She nods.  “Repeat it, own it.”

“I-I have a s-small dick…”

“Proclaim it,” Byatt urges, squeezing his dick.  “Shout it to the world…”

Suddenly, Terry screams, “I have a small dick.  I HAVE A SMALL DICKI, TERRY GIBSON, HAVE A SMALL DICK.”

Byatt smiles and nods, letting go of his achingly hard little boner.  “Good, now does that feel better?”

He must admit it feels as if a weight lifted from him.  Just admitting it, something he has long held hidden deep in his subconscious, has given the man a release he never expected.

“It does,” he said.

She smiles and pats his dick.  “Good, we made some progress on your first visit.  I want you to remember that when you first met Helen, you fell in love with her vagina, not her.  Don’t worry about it, most insecure males do.  We do need to continue counseling, are you up for it?”

He nods.  “Sure, I’m in.”

“OK…”

Suddenly, Byatt’s secretary enters the office unannounced.  The woman is in her forties and a bit frumpy looking.  The first thing she gazes at is Terry’s four-inch pencil-thin boner and smirks.  “Your next appointment is here, Dr. Byatt.  I’ve shown him into your other room.”

“Oh, thanks, Tania.  Please straighten up in here and make an appointment for Mr. Gibson for next week.  Show him where the bathroom is too.  He might need to relieve himself.”

Dr. Byatt leaves the room, and Tania grabs the remote and resets the screen then turns the monitor off.  The plump, nondescript woman watches as he struggles to get his underwear back on.  Looking directly at his shrinking penis as it disappeared behind the red cotton, she asks, “Will the same time next week be good for you?”

Terry nods, feeling his face burn with heat.

“Just come out to my desk, and we can make it,” Tania said straitening up the office.

*****

Once at the reception desk, Tania makes the appointment.  Pointing to an open door about ten feet from the reception desk she said, “Right in there if you wanna relieve yourself.”

“I don’t have to go to the bathroom,” Terry said with a pout.

Tania chuckles.  “Not that kind of relief, sweetie.”

She smiles and holds her hand with the thumb and fingers in an open circle and gives a couple of back and forth motions in the universal sign of a man jerking off.  Terry gasps.

“Don’t feel embarrassed, Hun,” she said with a smirk, “all the guys do it.  The sessions with Pam are quite intense.  She says it’s the big black cocks.  They seem to turn you guys on almost as much as they do women.”

By this time, Terry is as hard as a rock again and ready to climax.  He smiles slightly and heads for the bathroom.  Once inside, he turns on the light and attempts to shut the door.  It was stuck.

“Oh, that door doesn’t close,” Tania shouts from her desk.   “It’s OK, I’ve seen everything.”

Terry’s now stuck in a predicament.  He’s already made his intentions clear by entering the room in the first place.  He can either stay and jerk off with Dr. Byatt’s secretary watching from a few feet away or leave and appear a wimp.  However, Terry’s dick is screaming for relief.  He thought about turning the light out but figures it’s pointless.  Tania already knows what he needs to do.  With a sigh, Terry opens his fly and extracts his hard dick.  Using two fingers and his thumb, he begins the familiar, rhythmic stroking.  It feels good.  His finger slides across the slit and feels a glob of pre-cum.

He increases his speed.  Rapidly approaching release, he braces himself with one hand on the sink while he bends at the knees and the waist to aim his piss slit at the toilet bowl.  Just as he reached the point of no return, he feels Tania brush against him as she enters the bathroom.  Terry is too far gone to stop.  Groaning softly, through eye slits, Terry watches as jet after jet of semen hits the water in the bowl. Until the last milky dribbles remain to drip in long strands into the waiting water.  Through his lust-induced haze, Terry hears Tania’s voice breaking through.

“Wow,” she said, “you must’ve been holding that back for a while.”

Tania giggles loudly.  Terry gazes over at the woman and sees her smiling before she glances down again to where his now gooey hand holds his now sticky dick.

Here…” Tania as she holds out a box of tissues.  “Don’t worry,” she said as Terry pulls several tissues out.  “The guys usually let me watch. They don’t mind.  Dr. Byatt doesn’t mind either.  She told me the guys get even more excited if I watch them beat their little meat.  There’s no harm in it.  It’s fun.”

Terry cleans himself under Tania’s watchful gaze and flushes the tissues, along with his load down the office toilet.

“Your little dicklette is quite cute,” she chirped.  “I enjoyed that.  I think it might be the smallest one I’ve seen here yet.”

Terry suddenly feels the first tiny sense of humiliation and is relieved to head home to his wife.

*****

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