Chapter 9
Linda realized she was getting in too deep for her own good. She thought she ought to go visit a head shrink to get some help with her sexual problems. However, it made her fearful to go to a regular doctor and she decided instead to pick a clinical psychologist. She knew it was going to be hard to tell all of the details that were necessary to arrive at some kind of a conclusion. However, she was determined that she would do it. She made an appointment at a nearby psychologist's office and went in two days later.
"I'm pleased to meet you," the psychologist began. "I'm Mr. Avery."
"Oh, Mr. Avery," she said, "what I have to say is not easy. It's regarding my sex life."
"I wouldn't think you'd have any problems in that department," Mr. Avery smiled confidently. "You look like a very well-adjusted woman to me. Certainly you have the physical assets that should make for a very happy marriage relationship."
"Sometimes it's better to be disadvantaged," she said. "My beauty has brought with it a lot of problems."
"I can imagine quite a few men find you attractive," Mr. Avery nodded. "Tell me, what is your problem?"
"I'll be perfectly frank," Linda said quietly, "I am hooked on sex."
"Aren't we all?" Mr. Avery smiled sympathetically. "But tell me, what is your specific problem?"
"Penises," she said, "I can't get enough of them."
"That's strange," he said, "just a few moments ago I had a man in here who said his problem was pussy. He couldn't get enough of that."
"What did you tell him to do about his problem?" she asked eagerly.
"Each case is different, my dear," he said, "just tell me when you first became aware of your fascination for sex."
"I did a few things with the boys in high school," she admitted. "Nothing big, just simple head jobs."
"The technical term for that," he explained, "is oral sex. Apparently you were fellating the men that you were involved with."
"I wasn't fellating them at all," she said, "I was sucking off their cocks."
"That is called fellatio, my dear," he smiled, "and of course when a man does it to a woman that is not pussy eating, it's cunnilingus."
"I can't be bothered with those silly technical terms," she shot back. "Why don't we just call it like it is. I love to have men go down on my pussy, and I enjoy eating cock. I began developing a taste for sperm."
"It's an unusual thing," he smiled.
"So what's unusual about it?" she asked. "Aren't there a lot of men as you say who go crazy over every cunt they can find who will give out."
"Bluntly that's it," he admitted, "but I would prefer it if you would say fellatio and cunnilingus. I am trying to run a reputable practice around here, and I don't want anyone to get the wrong ideas."
"Look, Mr. Avery," Linda snapped, "if you think for one second that I'm turned on with you, you've got another think coming."
"You're much too defensive, my dear," Mr. Avery said as he decided to do some testing on his own. He felt the best place for him to be if he was going to experiment would be sitting on the edge of his desk. He sat there and spread his legs wide and looked at her. It didn't take him long to build an erection. He reached down to stroke his pants and then his cock bulged.
"You're pretty well hung, aren't you, honey?" she smiled.
"Quit licking your lips," he said. "I'm a businessman. I can't get involved with a patient. I'm a professional."
"I am, too, in my own way," Linda laughed.
"If I were to let you do anything that you wanted to do," he smiled, "what would you want most?"
"I would like those inches of yours in my mouth and I'd like to suck on them," she admitted.
"At least you're honest," he complimented her.
"That's more than I can say for you," she said. "You know you'd like to slip your tongue in my twat."
"What makes you so sure, honey?" he winked.
"I can always tell by the way a man looks at me," she said. "There's something about the vibration. Look, let's be honest. You would give your right arm to get your cock into me. And I can assure you I would give you a good fuck. I was considering asking you at the outset if we could barter."
"You mean sex for counseling?" Mr. Avery asked.
"Right on the button, baby," she said, "you would get the best cock suck you ever had and perhaps you could give me some good counseling on how to quit."
"That would be rather ridiculous," he complained. "For me to tell you not to do something while I'm reaching down and guiding you over my pecker."
"I never thought of it that way," she complained.
Linda couldn't stand it any longer. She was so turned on with Mr. Avery that she decided she would get to her feet and walk over to where he was sitting and massage his penis through his pants.
As she did that he looked at her tensely.
"Take your hot hands off me," he complained. "My wife is the secretary."
"So lock the door," Linda smiled nonchalantly.
"She'd divorce me and take me down the river," he said.
"Don't worry about it," Linda smiled, "just let me have my fun."
"The interview is over," a voice interjected.
Turning around, Linda found herself looking at his wife.
"Is that the best you could do?" Linda said evenly.
"You little bitch," Mrs. Avery spit back. "You get out of here. And you'd better pay."
"He didn't do anything for me," she complained, "so why should I pay for it?"
"Well, I never," Mrs. Avery exclaimed, "talk about gall, you've got it all."
Linda was so upset that she left. As she got in her car and drove back to her apartment she was sorry that she ever went to see anybody about her problem. She was so upset she couldn't go to work that night. She was sick and tired of Marjorie Peterson spying on her. She decided to stop at a little bar where she could unwind.
At the bar she was happy to talk to someone who seemed to understand her problems. He was a striking-looking man, gray-haired at the temples and possessing an honest, open look.
"Can I tell you my problem, sir?" Linda slurred after she had four drinks.
"I always like to lend a sympathetic ear to a beautiful woman's problems," the man said quietly. "My name is Greg."
"I'm Linda, Greg," she said, "and my problem is sex."
"I don't see why sex should be any problem for a gorgeous girl like you," he said quietly
"It's a problem nevertheless," she said. "It's a problem because I get so hot for men I don't know when to stop. But I don't want to be a hustler. I am a nurse."
"Maybe you could give me a massage," Greg smiled. "I've had a little back difficulty."
"I'd just love to, honey," she agreed.
When they left the bar together, Greg picked up the bill. That made Linda feel good. She followed him in her car and she could tell from the difficulty that she was having driving that she was pretty loaded. When they got to Greg's home she recognized that he was a very well-to-do man. He congratulated her on making it without getting a ticket.
"You just performed a minor miracle," he chuckled. "I was afraid you would wind up in jail and I would have to put up bail to ball you."
"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently.
"Knock it off, sweetheart," he said. "Did you really think all I wanted was a massage?"
"I was hoping so," Linda said. "I am very capable of giving a patient a good massage. Beyond that, I should charge."
"How much do you think your pussy is worth?" he asked quietly.
"That depends," she shrugged.
"Let's get in the house," he said, "and we'll take off our clothes and see what your equipment looks like. I always like to examine what I'm eating."
"So what's that supposed to mean?" Linda smiled.
"I think you know," he said.
She followed Greg into his palatial home and she worried about his wife.
"You're probably married and any minute some old biddy will come out and tell me to scram."
"You don't have to worry about a thing," he assured her. "I got a divorce a year ago. I'm glad to be single. I thought what I had between my legs should never be confined to one pussy."
"If there's anything I like in a man it's humility," she giggled.
"If there's anything I like in a woman," he said, "it's tight pussy. That was Ellen's problem. She let her pussy go loose on me. It was like fucking a box car."
"Oh, how awful," Linda said, "you must have suffered something terrible."
"You bet your ass I did," he told her. "And now, baby, you just take off your clothes and let me test you."
"All right, Greg," she said as she followed him up to his bedroom.
Once in his bedroom she couldn't help marvel at his expensive tastes. Glass ceiling, complementing a circular king-size bed showed her he was pretty well off.
"I like that bed," she said, "it's so cozy."
"I can do it at every angle on a circular bed," he explained. "That's why I got this bed. It really has benefits. And while you're getting fucked you can watch me pumping you. That's why we've got the mirrors there."
"I never fucked with mirrors like that," she smiled.
"It's about time you did, baby," he assured her. "It's the only way to screw."
She was really turned on by the prospect of watching Greg ball with her.
"Who eats who first?" she asked playfully.
"I would like to see how your tongue works," he said, "I know how good I can do my thing, but I want to watch you lick my ass and suck on my balls before you devour my dick."
"You're certain that I'm gonna do a lot of things to you, aren't you lover-boy?" she giggled coyly.
"You bet your ass I am," he told her. "That's why you came home with me."
He pulled down his shorts and exposed his penis. He pumped it a couple of times and it came up quickly.
"Let's shower together, baby, that's always fun," she said.
It didn't take Linda long to get her clothes off. She was eager to get in bed and ball with Greg. They showered together and after they had dried off they went back to the bedroom. He told her to lie on her back and he would have some fun.
"What do you want to do, Greg?" she asked.
"I want to rub my ass over your tits."
"That sounds unique," Linda giggled. "Go ahead."
He straddled her and let his buttocks smoothly rub back and forth over her big bosoms. She loved the sensation that his ass pushing; back and forth across her breasts created.
"Now, sweetheart, you can eat out my ass."
He moved up swiftly and she had to reach up to grip his thighs so he wouldn't press down too tightly over her face.
"Slow down, baby," she said, "what's the big hurry?"
Linda let him know that she was willing to give him this kind of oral sexual satisfaction. Her hot tongue swiftly licked around his ass cheeks and then she focused her attention on his ass-hole. Stiffening her tongue, she stabbed it in and out of his ass. Soon he was ready to point his penis at her mouth. But first he wanted her to lick his swelling balls.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her as her tongue lightly lashed across his balls.
"Suck my nuts," he begged.
Opening her mouth she let him put his balls in and she sucked on them. But not for long as she was so anxious to get her mouth over his cock shaft and eat him.
Swiftly she capped his cock with her mouth and sucked.
"Suck it, baby," he told her, "go ahead and suck."
She energetically worked her tongue around the top of his penis. He loved the sensations of her licking him there. At the same time she tugged on his balls. To add to the pleasure she parted his ass cheeks and slipped a finger up his ass-hole. He loved the sensation of her finger massaging his prostate gland while she sucked vigorously on the head of his shaft.
"Eat it," he exclaimed eagerly, "eat my dick. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I'm cuming."
The hot cream exploded in her mouth. She gobbled greedily, delighted to devour his juice.
"Suck it," he begged her, "suck every drop out of it."
She was happy to accommodate him. She enjoyed the taste of his thick sperm and didn't pull off until he had shot his gun off completely. It was a unique experience for her and she was happy that she could accommodate his lust.
Greg in the meantime discovered she had gotten him so excited that he couldn't calm down.. His penis begged for more release.
"I would love to stab this up your ass-hole," he suggested.
"Give me another drink first," she begged. "I can relax then."
Greg went into the other room and brought back a couple of bottles of booze, some ice cubes and some orange juice.
"Fix me a screwdriver," she requested.
He prepared her drink and she guzzled it down. As she drank she noticed how he admired her behind and it bothered her. She was afraid he would get too wild.