January 8, 1999

“Do you ever have sex with any of your clients?”

When she asked me that during our first session I should have known it would be an extremely interesting client-therapist relationship. Now she and I sat in our third session and she was finally getting around to what was really on her mind.

“So,” she continued not losing any sense of pace, “Bernie wants me to fuck them all.”

“Pardon?” I tried not to stammer.

“You heard me, Doc,” she answer, “I can call you Doc, right? Anyway, like I said Bernie wants me to fuck them all, all his friends, you know, the ones I told you that are coming over to our place for his Super Bowl party.”

Bernie Plowski might very well be the wealthiest man in Cincinnati. His construction business occasionally makes the papers with hints of serious connections, but all in all he’s stayed out of jail and continued to amass a major fortune. Doris, his third wife, was now a client of mine. She was a blonde by choice and nature, the choice being her hair color, the nature being the stereotypical airhead syndrome. I was sure Bernie had paid handsomely for the boob job she sported and the personal trainer that kept her middle-aged body in shape.

I sat listening to Doris ramble because Bernie was paying me handsomely too. My marriage counseling business has struggling since my divorce. Alimony can bust a guy. But I was becoming the shrink of choice for the wealthy circuit. Bernie knew that from friends, he told me, and he tripled my fee when I agreed to see Doris. I knew then that some special request was coming but as yet it hadn’t surfaced.

“So, Bernie wants you to have sex with his friends?” I asked carefully.

“Yeah,” she continued, “and some of them ain’t really friends either. Some are clients, business connections from out of town.”

“How do you feel about this?” I began using an age old counselor technique.

“I’m not sure,” she said gazing at her hands. “I think he may be just using me and that ain’t respectful. I told him that, told him that he wasn’t treating me with respect anymore. He said that ain’t true, that I should believe him when he says he respects me. So that’s where you come in.”

The last part caught me by surprise. “Me?” I asked. “How?”

She smiled then almost with pride in her eyes. “I told him I’d do it, fuck his friends if he wanted me too, but there was one condition. You have to come to the party and watch so you can tell me if he’s treating me with respect.”

Now I understood my fee.

January 15, 1999

“Bernie told me to tell you,” she began, “that he appreciated you agreeing to come to our party. And that since it’d be on a Sunday and you’d be working, kinda, well, he would double your fee. Bernie is a union guy, ya know.”

I did the math quickly, that would be six times my normal fee.

“So, Doris,” I began, “Are you looking forward to the party?”

“Yeah,” she grinned, popping her gum. “I feel good about you being there, makes it all feel legit. To be honest with you, I really get into these parties. Bernie likes to watch, so he’s been doing a lot of entertaining recently.”

“Do you mean that you and Bernie don’t have a sexual relationship?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, we do,” she answered, “But it ain’t like he gets into fucking me or anything. He likes to have guys, and some women too, come to our house and have me get it on with them, party, ya know?”

I was telling myself that this was going to be one Super Bowl party to remember.

“And you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!” she giggled. “There’s this one guy that does work with Bernie out west somewhere. He was staying at our place last night. He actually had four orgasms. Hell, there was cum all over me before he was through. My pussy is still sore. Wanna see? It’s red and swollen.”

Before I could answer she had her dress up and her legs spread. There were no panties to hide her truly swollen, red pussy. She ran a finger over the lips to spread them.

“See?” she asked. “See how swollen I am? Look, when I put my finger inside it comes out all wet and slick. I keep thinking of that guy inside me, fucking me hard with Bernie sitting there drinking his drink.”

She held up her finger and it was indeed shiny with her juices.

She closed her eyes and leaning back in her chair, making no attempt to cover herself. The wet finger was back at her pussy, rubbing her clit now.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she whispered without opening her eyes. “After all, you are a Doc, right? And you can see I got a problem.”

I nodded to myself. She had a problem, all right.

Her fingers, flat now, moved in circles over her clit. I watched carefully. Her pussy lips seemed to swell more, growing thick with her passion.

“Help me, Doc,” she murmured.

I scooted closer to her, still in my chair, and reached across to her. I eased a finger inside her pussy and watched her smile. Her hand worked faster on her clit as I began to fuck her with my finger.

She came hard, very hard. Her pussy seemed to like my finger. It sucked it like I imagined her mouth could do.

Our session ended a bit late that day. We hugged before she left and agreed there’d be only one more session before the Super Bowl.

January 22, 1999

Doris walked in my door for her session today and began to take off her clothes. There wasn’t much to take off to begin with so she was naked very fast. She sat down in the chair across from my desk and raised her right leg onto the chair arm. Her right hand moved to her pussy as she said, “You don’t mind me getting comfortable, do you Doc?” Her left hand held her left breast, tweaking the nipple.

“Bernie had three men make love to me last night,” she began. “I had never met any of them before. We all went out to dinner and had some drinks afterwards. Bernie never lets me wear panties and he likes to show off my pussy sometimes in public. He did that last night. I was dancing with his friends, all of them copping feels now and then. Bernie told them they must be getting me hot and told me to show them my pussy and prove it. I didn’t wanna do it right there in the restaurant but he insisted so I lifted my mini just a little bit to show them. Bernie reaches over and pulls it up around my stomach. There I am sitting in a booth with four guys with my pussy bare, my ass on the vinyl. They all get big smiles on their faces and ask Bernie if they can touch it to see if it’s really wet. Bernie says, sure, and then they all start running their hands and fingers over my pussy. One guy has his hands on my tits too, through my dress. I thought I was gonna cum right there but Bernie stopped them and told them we oughta all go to our house and party.

“Bernie’s limo has a bar that can’t be beat. He poured everybody drinks and sat back knowing that nobody was gonna wait until we got home for some action. The stereo was loud in the car and everybody was grooving. Bernie just reaches over to me and unzips the back of my dress, pushes it off my shoulders, and kisses me on the neck. The guy sitting next to me started playing with my tits while the guy across from me pulled my dress down my legs and off. They guy playing with my tits kissed me and I closed my eyes so I didn’t know right away which of the other guys got down between my legs and started licking my pussy. Frankly, I didn’t care, it felt too damned good.

“Bernie told everyone that the whole scene was really hot. I could hear zipper and clothes being flung around. Everybody was laughing and having fun. The guy I was kissing broke the kiss and started taking his clothes off. Then I got a chance to see the other two. They both had nice hard cocks. One was stroking his while he watched the guy eating my pussy. I pushed the guy from between my legs and moved across the seat to take that cock in my mouth. Someone was behind me quick and my wet pussy suddenly got a cock like it wanted. The third guy was beside me trying to play with my nipples so I took his cock in my hand to stroke it.

“I knew we didn’t have a long time before we got home and I have always had this fantasy about Bernie’s limo so I pulled away from the cock in my pussy and moved to straddle the cock I had been sucking. I eased down his length and leaned forward. Somebody fuck my ass, I told them. I thought those two guys were gonna fight to see who did it but finally one moved to me and I could feel his cock at my asshole. The third guy, not to be out done, got on the seat beside me and pulled my head to him. I took his cock in my mouth as the cock behind me eased into my ass.

“They were all fucking me, Doc,” she said.

I watched Doris rub her pussy faster, her eyes still closed, the scent of her sex drifting to me across my desk.

“I had never had it like that, Doc. Not three cocks at once. I don’t know how many times I came. It just happened in waves, over and over. I think they all came at the same time too, filling my pussy, my ass, my mouth.”

Her eyes opened when she orgasmed. Her gaze took mine and held it.

When she was dressed and ready to leave she smiled a smile I hadn’t seen before.

‘The Super Bowl is on the 31st, right?” she said. “Doc can you just watch and not want to fuck me too?”

I didn’t answer before she left.

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