Special Counseling Session

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It was finally summer and I slipped a pair of shorts on before heading out the door to see my counselor, Ellen, for another hour of talk therapy. I had been seeing Ellen for about 3 months since I had separated from my wife. Ellen had helped me manage my depressed mood and other “issues”. Lately, though, I had been finding that the weekly sessions were not making a big difference in my life. I was beginning to think that maybe it was time to stop counselling. Besides, things were going great with my girlfriend Shari and me. An evening with Shari seemed to cheer me up better than these weekly sessions.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the office, I saw Ellen’s car- a red Miata. It was 4:30 and I was the last appointment of the day. As I walked in the front door, Ellen came out to greet me with her usual smile and notebook which seemed perpetually attached to her left hand.

“Hey Bill! Come on in!” she beamed. She was wearing her usual cleavage revealling top. No one had apparently clued her in that the average mental health patient was constantly horny. Or maybe she knew and just liked the attention. I am sure I was not the only male client of hers checking it out.

After the usual catch-up preliminaries, she asked me if I had anything I wanted to talk about. I was feeling a little like “what the fuck?” since this might be our last session anyway.

“Well, actually there is,” I said, feigning some embarrassment. “I feel a little funny talking about it though, because its sexual…”

Ellen straightened up and crossed her plump little legs.

“Bill, you know that I am a professional and this is the work I do. I talk to clients all the time about their sexual issues…”

“Well,” I said, “I tried something new sexually with Shari the other night and I don’t know how I feel about it.”

Ellen looked at me seriously but kindly through her glasses. She was plainly all ears.

“Well,” I started, “Shari and I were fooling around a little and…ah geez, I don’t know how to say this…well I kissed her on the ass.” I made a big sigh as if this was as far güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri as I could go. Ellen took the bait and ran with it.

“Ah, do you mean.. on the cheek… or…”

“Right on her anus…right in the ol’ poop chute…a good one too…I was really going to town down there…kissing, licking, sucking….you know, I was practically tongue-fucking her asshole….” I looked down at my lap.

“Bill… um… you know that there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of….this is sexual behavior….it’s all perfectly normal…you don’t have to feel embarassed…” Ellen was saying.

“Oh, I know, I know,” I said “You are paid to say stuff like that to make me feel better. But I know its wrong,” I said with a hang-dog look.

Ellen uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She leaned forward and touched my knee. As she did this, the tops of her breasts showed. I looked at her breasts and then up into her eyes. She showed genuine concern. She looked earnestly worried. She looked up at the clock on the wall.

“Look…” she said “I have noticed that you get down pretty easy…I think we need to address this shame of yours…you need to really believe in yourself and stop feeling this shame.” She stood up and pulled down her skirt, folded it and laid it on her desk. Then she peeled her panties off and folded them and put them in her purse.

“There, now,”she said cheerfully “I have a completely bare ass and I am not a bit ashamed of it. You can take your shorts off if you feel comfortable with that. There’s really nothing to be ashamed of.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was just fucking around but this chick had some wires loose. I looked her in the eyes but she was totally in earnest. I decided to go with it to see what would happen. I stipped down my shorts and folded them and my underwear on the sofa next to me. I was hard and starting to pulse in a conspicuous way in time with my rapidly increasing heart beat.

“Well, I do feel more natural..” I said.

“So do I!” said Ellen. “Now, you were feeling ashamed because güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri you were kissing your girlfriend on her bottom. There is no reason to be ashamed about that. People have been doing that for thousands of years.” She still wore her glasses.

“Well,” I said, “I still think that…oh, I don’t know…its just taboo.”

Ellen stood up again. She looked at me kindly in the eyes and said “You don’t need to feel ashamed. This is something that we can work on. Trust me. I am here to help you with issues in your life. I want you to practice going down just like with Shari.” She turned around and leaned over, presenting her ass to me. She shuffled her feet apart a little and as she leaned over, her crack opened and the first smell of her butt wafted into my nostrils. Her little “brown eye” was winking at me. A tiny little brown stain lay along the right side of the hole. She obviously was not a vigorous wiper.

Now what I told Ellen was not totally bullshit. I love rimming a woman and I had been rimming Shari over the weekend. But contrary to what I told Ellen, I have absolutely no problem with my little “taste” for a woman’s asshole.

“Do you want me to kiss your anus like it kissed Shari’s?” I asked innocently.

“Yes. It’s important that you be able to go down on a woman’s anus without feeling the shame that you seem to have. Now go ahead and lick me a little and I’ll reassure you that everything is OK..Are you ready?” She asked.

“Well, OK…” I said and stuck my face in her ass and began probing with my tongue. I found the hole quickly and plunged my tongue into it, tasting the sharp flavor. I began to lick and kiss her. I decided to calm it down a bit and then work up the tempo. Ellen moaned a little.

“Oh my God, are you all right?” I asked in a fake concerned voice.

“Oh, no,” said Ellen “I’m sorry, I was just reacting to your tongue. I shouldn’t have. It feels…very….ah good.”

“Oh.” I said. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean, Yes, Absolutely. It feels great…” Ellen said, güvenilir bahis şirketleri obviously concerned she was adding to my “shame” over ass-licking. “Please lick me some more. Please?” This time, I heard a note of real desire in her voice. She was a fucking ass fiend and she was using me to get off.

I started to lick her more deeply and harder. Ellen began to grind into my face and said breathlessly “Oh, shit, that feels great! God that fucking feels great! There is nothing to be ashamed of here. Nothing to be ashamed of. You are giving a woman pleasure and there is absolutely nothing wro…Absolutely Nothing wrong with that! Ungh…”

I took a huge mouthful of spit and put it on my cock. Then I stuck my cock in her ass and pushed.

“Ellen, I felt so ashamed when I fucked Shari’s ass the other night.” I said. “Is there anything wrong with fucking a woman in the ass?”

“Oh, shit. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing wrong with that at all.” She bore down as if to take a shit and I shot up into her like a missile. I fucked her asshole as hard as I have ever fucked anything in my life. My body convulsed as I fucked her like I was some kind of damn animal in heat. Her ass fucked back just as hard. I came in a huge wad of come which coated the inside of her rectum. She came as she felt me coming and she milked my dick dry. I stayed in her probably another 5 minutes, each of us trying to catch our breath. Finally I pulled out, my half-limp dick coated brown.

“Oh, no, I said…look.” I said.

“Oh. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She smiled a little wickedly. She began to suck and lick me. My dick tried to flicker back to life, but her ass had done me in. I let her clean me up with her mouth. When she was done, whe took some tissues and wiped her mouth. The tissues were stained red from her lipstick and brown from what she had been cleaning up.

She hugged me against her chest. I felt her tits against me and I hugged her back. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her furry place against my sleeping rod. We kissed and then put our clothes back on.

“I feel better about myself…” I said.

“We need to keep working on this issue,” said Ellen. “I have a session open this time on Friday. Would you like to keep working on this issue with me? I think it would be a good idea.” There was no irony in her eyes. She just looked very happy.

“Sure.” I said.

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