Pussy Therapy

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Fan Fiction, Celebrity, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Doctor/Nurse, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Maré gets some "pussy therapy" from his Hot Manhattan therapist Andie Valentino.

I waited in my sex therapist's midtown Manhattan office checking my text messages. While getting therapy for my sex addiction for the last several weeks, I developed a crush on my therapist. I felt disappointed that this was our last session.

Finally, Andie Valentino walked in looking radiant in a black designer dress and high-heels. She was a short, attractive, buxom, and slender brunette with striking green eyes. She was the sexiest sex therapist in New York! Andie sat in her leather chair and began talking. I do not even hear the words coming out of her mouth. Her pretty face, perfect teeth, and hazel eyes mesmerized me. Explicit and vivid images of Andie and me having sex in this office rambled in my head.

"Oh, Maré," she said, snapping me out of my daydream.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" I replied.

"What do you want from a woman?" Andie asked.

"Well, I'll say love," I answered. "Then I would have to say great sex."

Andie laughed. "I think you should figure out what's in your heart and stay true to it."

"Doctor, I really don't know if I can," I admitted.

"Okay, what kind of woman is your type? And please don't give me any answer."

"Alright," I continued softly. "My type is a woman who's sexy, driven, and has a career. She is somebody who is one hundred percent loyal to me. Most importantly, she is a woman who I can tell anything to, regardless how boring the subject might be. She would just sit down next to me and listen. Also, let me cry when I need to. I believe that is my kind of woman."

"I finally get to see a more serious side of you," Andie expressed. "I didn't think you had it in you to cut the foolishness."

"I hope you find this side of me sexy." I smiled. "So what's your type doctor?"

"This isn't about me, remember?" Andie quickly answered. "I have to admit this is probably the best session we had. Too bad it's the last one."

"This was fun. Are you still going to stay in the city?"

"No, I am going back to California. I want you to go home and think about what we discuss during our sessions, Maré."

"I will," I promised.

I felt that Andie was attractive to me. I was about to walk out the door when she got up and walked over to where I stood. Andie stared for a moment and licked her soft lips. We were about to kiss, but her secretary hollered her name on the speakerphone to informed her about a meeting.

We both smiled, and I left Andie's office. As I drove my brand new white Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet back home, all I could think about was Andie. I stroked my dick a few times. I did not masturbate on the dashboard, which surprised me. I could not seem to get the thoughts of having sex with Andie out of my dirty mind.

Later on that evening, Andie showed up at my penthouse clad in a dark denim outfit with a tank top underneath. She looked sexy! I stood there shirtless and felt myself developing a hard-on. I was not expecting my therapist at my door.

"How are you, doc?" I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey," Andie said. "I know it's getting late, but do you want to hangout before I leave?"

"Sure, why not, let's own the scene," I agreed. "I'm going to have fun hanging out with a hot therapist in Manhattan!"

We went to a lounge in Chelsea. We attracted so much attention that it was crazy! Women thought I was actor Shemar Moore, and Andie's gorgeous face and natural figure was the fantasy of every straight man in the bar.

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