AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 384
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 384 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
“How did it go?” Cattie asked me as she held me tightly, her chest pressed firmly to mine.
Doctor Samson had walked me back out, chuckling a bit as he’d admitted mine wasn’t the weirdest case he’d ever had, but it was definitely unique. And had the largest cast of characters to learn in a short time. He’d also let me know that if I decided in the next two weeks that I wanted someone more traditional or with a different outlook on things, I could ask to pivot to someone else in the practice with no issues or hard feelings. Then he’d shaken my hand firmly and wished me well, laughing again a little incredulously as he saw Cattie standing up and coming to me from the waiting room.
I couldn’t blame him - even dressed down, Cattie was the kind of woman who just drew eyes to her.
She’d crashed into me, arms up around my shoulders and neck so that I could hug her around her waist.
“It was ... good,” I said. “Weird. But good.”
“How weird are we talking?” my girlfriend asked, pulling back a little at the shoulders so she could look me in the eye.
“Pretty weird,” I smirked. “Let me get my next session scheduled, and then I’ll tell you.”
She nodded, and I could tell by the way her eyes flicked down to my lips and hers pursed just slightly she wanted to kiss me but wasn’t sure about my headspace. I reassured her by ducking down and kissing her firmly and letting one of my hands slide down from her lower back to caress the top of her ass without going full grabby hands.
We slipped from each other, and Cattie went to reclaim the seats we’d had when we first came in while I went to the front desk. The thin blonde was speaking quietly with another client, so I went to the gay black guy. It took him a moment to look up from his computer screen, but when he did he had that very fixed, and particularly brilliant white, customer service smile on.
“I’d like to book another appointment, please,” I said. “In two weeks?”
“Sure,” he said, his deep voice throwing me again because of the ‘gay voice’ lilt he had. “Everything was vibing well with Doctor Samson?”
“I think so,” I said. “He’s definitely ... an interesting guy.”
“So I hear,” the secretary murmured, already focused back on his screen. “It looks like we could do it next Tuesday at 10 AM.”
“Is there any chance that we could get a regularly scheduled appointment?” I asked. “It can be during the day, but it’ll be a lot easier to plan work around it.”
“Are you certain you want to commit to that with Doctor Samson?” he asked me. “Usually we want to give a client a few sessions to feel out the therapist relationship before blocking off time like that.”
“I think his particular ... ways of tackling things will help with my particular situation,” I said.
“Mm,” the black man grunted softly and nodded. “Well, in that case, he has the time slot you just had open biweekly. Would that work for you?”
“It can,” I said, doing the mental math. This work week my hours were off their usual timing because I’d been away the week previous - I often started work and left work later since the ballroom events rarely ran in the morning unless it was a full conference situation, and the big conferences like that were generally handled by Doug. Starting next week, I’d be back on a more hours-flexible schedule; something Cass and I had gotten used to, but now I realised my other girlfriends would have to get used to as well.
I could, however, mark out Wednesday evenings ongoing if needed. And that would mean that the off-weeks from therapy could be designated date nights.
“Let’s go with that,” I decided.
“Alright, we’ll get you booked in, starting in two weeks,” he nodded. “How would you like to pay for your session this week?”
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