Includes: 2 C*m shots, A professional woman's psychiatrist tricks her to giving herself to him, in front of her approving husband, c*m in mouth, c*m on p*ssy and *ss, *rgasm, ENF (embarrassed nude female)

I walk into my Psychiatrist's office and regretfully tell him that his advice didn't help me *rgasm with my husband. "I know this sounds terrible, I confess, but I should have had s*x with him before we married. I would never have married a man who couldn't satisfy me in an intimate way." The Psychiatrist has one last technique for me to try, "a contract," he says. "A contract? Well.. that makes sense to me, something to unify our desires before we make love." He says he will email it to me, and I leave him feeling optimistic.

Later that night I am laying in bed reading his emailed contract. He wants to see us both in his office tomorrow. We are to sign the contract tonight, but there isn't much detail, just that the first step is for me to change my attire. I'm nervous about signing a contract when I don't know the full extent of it, and a l*ttle offended because I know myself to be a very sharp dresser, the other ladies always compliment my dresses and pant suits in the office. There is more in the contract! The only person who can break the contract is my husband. I look to him, and he smiles warmly at me, I trust my husband, and even my unconventional psychiatrist, so I agree to it and send the email to him with our electronic signatures.

We both walk in and the Psychiatrist gets right down to business. "You need to dress sexier for your husband," he says. I smile at my husband, "you would like it if I bought fine lingerie, I'm sure." The Psychiatrist hands over lingerie he bought just for me. I smile nervously, I don't want to be ungracious but the lingerie is tacky, slutty, and utterly ridiculous. I tell him I will put it on in the ladies room, and my husband can peek in the stall. "No, you will put it on here," he cooly tells me. "I will absolutely not."

He reminds me that the contract came with a very dark punishment in case terms were broken, one that I must have missed in the fine print. My husband tells me it's true, he read it. How horrifying that I absolutely must obey to this insidious man, this man that I trusted, who came highly recommended, and what a sleaze b*ll! I tentatively take off my clothing, piece by piece, utterly horrified and humiliated as both men watch me reveal myself to them. I try my best to cover my bits and pieces as I put on the ridiculously slutty stripper outfit. The plaid pleated skirt does't even cover my butt, he wants me to look like a slutty school girl?

The psychiatrist walks around me, the stare of his cold eyes makes my skin seer with a mixture of excitement and horror. He's handsome, much more handsome than my husband, and I have secretly fantasized about him admiring me, still the reality is hard and harsh. I feel betrayed as my husband watches me intently, he must know how horrifying and debasing this is for me. I feel the hem of my skirt move and then a warm hand brush down my back, against my thighs, and then getting bolder and touching my buttocks as he circles around me. My breathing is quick, I start to sweat, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I look to my husband and mouth the word, "HELP." He then exposes my breasts to my husband, and begins to play with my inner thighs, caressing the sensitive skin on my thighs. My p*ssy quivers, I secretely want him to take my panties off, just then he lifts up my skirt and reveals the thong he made me wear. It's sopping wet. "It's working," he tells my husband. My husband's body is still, his eyes don't blink, he stares at me eager to see what's next.

The psychiatrist pushes me down on the chair. He begins to tease my body, then pumps his fingers in and out of my tiny p*ssy. I try to resist moaning, it feels good, but this man is me! I look at my husband and remind him that he has the power to make it stop. His eyes are focused on my throbbing pink p*ssy, his mouth is unresponsive to my pleas. The psychiatrist coos, "let go." I want to let go, I'm so sexually frustrated, I haven't orgasmed in . I feel the pleasure build and I moan. I look to my husband and his eyebrows raised. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be enjoying another man," I tell him with utmost sincerity. I c*m hard, I can feel juices trickle down my thighs, and I know that my c*m is all over his hands. He pumps his fingers in my mouth, and I taste my own c*m. I feel so vulnerable, and G*d help me, it is hot.

The psychiatrist sets me on the floor and unzips his pants. I know he wants me to bl*w him. "No, I can't do this. This has gone on too far." The psychiatrist looks down at me, and his brow is furrowed, "do it," his stern expression lets me know the severity of the punishment if I disobey and I tentatively begin to l*ck his c*ck. He pushes my head onto the entire length of his throbbing member and makes me suck it like some My eyes water and I look to my husband, my husband is erect, I can see it under his pants. He is getting enjoyment from it, the sick f*ck.

The taste of precum is inside my mouth. It encourages me to taste more, I look at the psychiatrist's face, and learn what stroking and sucking he likes best. I find myself enjoying pleasing him, enjoying learning what makes him feel good, f*ck, he is so hot, and I have fantasized about a hot guy's strong c*ck in my mouth for a long time. He c*ms and holds my head from retracting, hot c*m is pumping down my esophagus, and filling my mouth. I gag as he thrusts deeper still, I keep my lips firmly wrapped around the base of his c*ck, and stroke his perineum with my tongue. I have c*m in my mouth, the newness of this idea scares me, makes me feel ashamed, and I spit it down my chin. I wipe it off my tongue with my finger and notice he is still hard. He picks me up and sets me on all fours.

He plays with my p*ssy with his drippy wet c*ck. We're both wet. I know my husband could never stand a man having s*x with me. I look back at him and he is staring intently, the look of determined passion on his face, is breathing is deep, and he is ready to see what I will do next. I take the man's c*ck inside of my p*ssy, yes.. I willingly accepted him inside of me. I had the power to clamp my legs, to scream, to cry terror until it stopped, but I wanted it. I am so dirty! He pumps himself in and out of me, and I found myself raising my tailbone to give him a straighter access to my g-spot. The psychiatrist plunged in and out of me, rubbing my *sshole, f*cking me, and I purred, moaned, whimpered, and my entire body wanted to go over the edge, to be driven to compete ecstasy. I'm dy*ng to release, and he gives it to me. I start to c*m, my p*ssy spasms around his c*ck triggering him to c*m once more. He pulled out and c*ms all over my p*ssy and *sshole. I begged him to c*m inside of me; I desperately wanted to feel his hot c*m pump inside of me. I look at my husband and he sees me begging for another man's c*m, his face stares blankly at the scene.

"It worked," my husband finally said. Good, I am glad he is not angry, or doesn't seem to be for now. "For further sessions," the Psychiatrist says, "you will need to be f*cked by your husband as I instruct. "Yes, you can teach him, that's best." My husband nods. I feel embarrassed again, I know that I am worse than a wh*re, but yet my body shivers still from my intense *rgasms. I put on my clothes and look forward to my next appointment.

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