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Pamela's Therapy

Copyright© 2006 by Pistol Pete

Chapter 6

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Pamela has an addiction, I have the cure

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/ft   Mind Control   Fiction   Spanking   Anal Sex   Enema  

Counselors are underpaid and unappreciated. Their work is emotionally draining and often frustrating. The certificate and licensing process takes years of education and clinical training. The men and women who become counselors have care and concern for the health and welfare of human beings. Their job satisfaction comes from helping people to help themselves.

I was drained and satisfied after my counseling session with Pam and Betty. Or Mistress Pamela and Betsy wetsy as they called each other after today's therapy. The sight of little Pamela dressed in jeans and a mans shirt pulling the half dressed blonde was priceless. Pam's sweater was so tight around Betsy's big braless boobs that it threatened to burst at the seams. And the pleated schoolgirl skirt that hardly fit Pam gaped open at the side and was so short it barely covered the freshly spanked rear of the red- faced dyke. I had used one of her sneaker laces to tie the two halves together, but the slipknot wasn't that sturdy. The other lace went around her neck like a leash and a collar. Each tug from the smaller girl forced the larger lesbian to bend her head low, exposing the bottom curve of her reddened ass. The slick wet girl juice sliding down her inner thighs is what brought about Betsy's new nickname. Betsy may need big girl diapers if she can't control that horny butch pussy, Depends. I offered to look after her ripped underwear and laceless sneakers until next weeks appointment. When I can help someone else I always feel better myself.

I allowed them time to get in touch with each others feelings. They touched, felt, kissed and rubbed each other even after they bucked and rolled from the couch to the floor. When Pam rammed four fingers into Betty's dripping snatch while humping her nose I had to break them up. They were hot and wet straining in vain to cum, and my cock was as hard as a rock. I pulled Pam off her lovers face as Betty coughed up a mixture drool and pussy juice. There was a slurping sound and a disappointed moan as the fingers pulled free from the dykes clenching hole. I sat the struggling redhead back on the couch where she licked off her fingers and sucked on her thumb. Without missing a beat Betty's own fingers violated her suddenly empty vagina.

"Stop that right now you sluts! You should be ashamed of yourselves. This is an office, not a whorehouse. I'm glad that you two kissed and made up, but there is a time and a place for fucking each other and this is my place and not your time. You, get your fingers out of that sloppy slit and sit up on the couch. Pam, get that thumb out of your mouth, are you a lady or a baby?" They looked like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Betty scooted onto the couch, then suddenly realizing she was naked- with a man!- crouched down with one hand over her blonde bush while her other hand tried in vain to hide her huge boobs. Pamela stared blankly at the bulge in my pants with her knees spread wide and her pussy wetly open. I began barking out orders like a drill sergeant, "Sit up straight! Arms at your sides! Chins up, chests out!" They obeyed like horny zombies.

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