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I stood on the doorstep of the old Victorian town house, feeling the rain drops falling on my head. Back here, once again to see Jenny,
the sex therapist. Pressing the buzzer once again, I awaited a response, on this damp Monday afternoon. Reading the names on the brass plaque, I heard the door click unlocked.
Hurriedly I entered, By the reception desk stood an unfamiliar, black man. He was well built, tall and shaven headed. “Hi, You’re Tony, I’m guessing? I’m Den, Jenny’s partner.” he said in a deep voice, holding out his big right hand.
I shook his offered hand, feeling his strong, warm grip squeeze my own. “Pleased to meet you,” I said. As he put on his overcoat.
“Jenny said to go straight through.” He pointed towards the room along the corridor. “I must dash, still raining I see?” Turning up his collar and left, closing the entrance door behind him.
The door to the now familiar, consultation room was half open, without knocking first i gave it a push and stepped into lighted interior. “Good afternoon,” I started to say, “oh, I’m sorry. Should I wait outside?” I asked.
Jenny Appiah was perched on the leather couch buttoning up her black silk blouse. “Oh hi, Tony please take a seat. it’s ok, I won’t be a moment.” She said smiling. “Sorry Janet, the receptionist is off on Monday’s. You just met Den, my other half, he has been helping me out.” Her hair looked different, straightened with red highlights.
I sat down in the comfortable tan leather armchair, watching as Jenny stood and smoothed down her short red skirt. I noticed that her clothing looked dishevelled, rumpled and creased as she turned towards the window and opened the vertical blinds. I gazed at her perfectly shaped bottom, then looked around the room, there was a wheeled trolley and a high stool against the wall at one end of the couch. A crumpled up piece of tissue paper laying discarded by one of the legs of the stool.
Jenny stooped to pick up the tissue. “So how have you been?” She asked as she threw towards the wastebasket, taking aim from a distance of a few feet. “Perfect shot.” She smiled as the paper missile found its target, bouncing off the rim of the bin before disapearing in amongst the other rubbish.
“I’ve been fine.” I said, admiring her throwing skills. “I had a quiet few days, didn’t do too much.”
Jenny finally sat herself down in the other armchair, facing me. “That’s good,” She said, smiling. “Do you like my new hairstyle? I had it done on Saturday, an early birthday present to myself, what do you think?” running her hands through her long black, red streaked hair teasingly, her fingernails painted a shade of pink.
“You look absolutely amazing.” I said, wide eyed, taking in her beautiful features. “The style really suits you.” She crossed her brown shapely legs and adjusted the hem of her short skirt.
“Thanks, that’s what Den said, he loves the look.” She said turning her head from side to side so her long locks cascaded and swept down over her shoulders. “So where were we? I’ve been reading through your transcripts and there are a few things I don’t understand fully yet.”
“Ok, we got to the second meeting with Amy.” I said thinking back to last Tuesday’s session here. “What didn’t you understand?”
“Your physical inadequacies. You mention those quite a few times in your transcripts?” Jenny said seriously, her almond shaped eyes narrowing. “Would you mind if I took a look at your genitalia?”
I was shocked by what she had just said and felt myself going hot, red as a beetroot with embarrassment. “Is that necessary, you want to see my penis?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable.
“Yes, it needs to be done, if we are to proceed properly, otherwise I won’t be able to get to the source of your problems.” Jenny said.
Standing she walked behind the chair to the couch. I couldn’t help but watch her as she swivelled her hips with each step. “Just a quick look at your manhood, would you care to remove the bottom half of your clothing and pop yourself up on the couch?”
I was stunned and shaking with nerves, I shook my head. “You want me to take my jeans off and lay on the couch?” I asked. Jenny picked up a large roll of blue paper towel from the trolley and reeled off a length, placing it over the leather examination couch.
“Yes please and your underwear, you can leave your socks on if you get cold feet.” She said, facing away from me as she pulled the curtains halfway around on their rail. “Place them on the chair. It’s ok no-one will come in and see your willy.”
I took a deep breath, stood, took my jacket off and began unzipping my jeans, then bent down to take my trainers off. Slipping my trousers down past my knees before stepping out of them. I nervously looked over to where Jenny was adjusting the paper towel on the couch, before I pulled my boxer shorts down to the floor. Jenny glanced around, aware of my nakedness I placed both hands together, pulling my shirt down over my privates.
“Don’t be shy, fold your clothing, leave them on the chair, then çeşme escort come and lay down here.” Jenny said, looking me up and down, patting the couch. I did as she had asked then ambled over and sat down on the edge of the couch.
“That’s it just swing your legs up and lay back.” She pulled the curtain all the way around and took a pair of light blue rubber gloves from a box on the trolley and pulled them on with a snap. “Right, lets see what you have got down there.”
Laying back, my head propped up by the angle of the couch, I covered up with my hands still clutching my shirt, pulling it down as far as possible, embarrassed. I felt flushed, blushing and shrinking.
“Lift up your shirt then take your hands away and keep them by your side.” She ordered, I did as I was told. “What do we have here?” Jenny leaned over and looked me over. “You are a bit under endowed, aren’t you?”
She prodded my penis with her finger before pinching the foreskin and pulling it between her latex covered thumb and index finger, stretching it against my pubic hair. “Let me have a look at those balls of yours.” I felt her prod, poke and squeeze. “Ok, I can feel you have only one testicle?”
“I’m sorry.” I stammered, feeling her touch. “I can’t help it.”
“What happened there? I can see a small scar.” Jenny said frowning.
“I had an operation when i was young, I twisted my left testicle. I don’t know how it happened, had to go to hospital, have an operation, they couldn’t save it.” I said feeling embarrassed.
“Sorry to hear that. I think that may explain why you are so under developed, if you were young?” Jenny pinched my testicle sharply as I squirmed laying there on the couch. “You have a little bit of pubic hair, in your transcripts you said that you kept yourself smoothly shaven?”
“I did, Amy preferred me to be hair free.” I admitted.
“Well maybe you should stay hairless, it would suit you better.” Jenny said. “Your transcripts also mention that you had piercings down there, what happened to those?” She asked.
“I took them out, I had a ring through the frenum and another ring in my perienium.”
“Im just going to pull back your foreskin so I can have a look. “She pulled, exposing the tip of my penis. Holding it between her thumb and forefinger, she bent over to get a closer look. I could feel her breath against my exposed skin. “Oh, I see, what made you want to get those? Can you spread your legs so I can see under your scrotum please?”
“Amy, thought I should get the piercings done, I had a small lock between the rings. We had tried chastity.” I said wincing as I felt her fingers prod and pinch.
“You tried a chastity cage?” Jenny asked.
“Yes, I tried it, didn’t fit too well and kept slipping off.” I said. “I tried the smallest ring I could find.” I admitted.
“Ok, was it too big for you? Or is it because you have one little ball and a tight scrotum? Maybe you need to have your piercings back in again?” Jenny looked questioningly at me.
“Do you think it would help?” I asked, looking up at her.
“Yes I believe it would help to perhaps cure your nasty little mastubation habit.” She said nodding. “You can remain laying down as I would like to observe you during this talk today. Ok?”
I nodded in agreement. Jenny turned around, took off the rubber gloves and pulled the tall stool over and perched her curvy behind.
“So what happened next with Amy? You were job hunting?” She asked folding her arms across her breasts.
I followed her lead, folding my own arms and crossed my ankles. “Yes I was looking for work, it didn’t go too well. I had a couple of interviews but nothing local, eventually I got a three month contract working in Uxbridge.”
“When was this?” She asked, sitting back on the stool further.
“It was starting in May 2013.” I began, looking at Jenny, the way she was sitting I could see between her legs, up her short skirt, her white lace panties were visable. “I had been out of work since the end of February.” I looked away, down towards my penis as I felt a twitch.
Jenny looked momentarily towards my nudity. “So what was Amy doing all this time?”
“We continued to chat by text message every day, she finally had a date with Justin, who I mentioned last time I was here, she also met up with Andy.”
“Andy? Oh is that the guy she spoke to while you were together? What happened with Justin then? Did they sleep together?” Jenny inquired.
“She didn’t, she said that he was good looking enough but she didn’t get along with him, he was too pushy.” I said looking back up Jenny’s skirt.
“Eyes up here!” Jenny said harshly, pointing towards her eyes then crossing her legs. “Was he trying it on with her then?”
“She said that he was like an octopus,” I let out a nervous laugh, thinking about how she described him. “Hands all over her, trying it on in a public bar.” I said, looking away.
“Ok, I understand. So what about Andy?” She asked, leaning towards me, başakşehir escort showing her cleavage.
I thought for a moment glancing down Jenny’s blouse between her breasts, I caught a glimpse of a white bra cup. “She had known him for awhile and said that she had met him on a night out before Christmas, he was the one she was talking to in the market.”
“So, who got in touch first then?” She asked, straightening her back,
pushing her boobs out.
“She said that he had text her out of the blue one evening and asked if she fancied a drink.”
“When did this happen?” Jenny examined her painted fingernails.
“Sometime in March, a couple of weeks after I had seen her.” I said. “They met up on the Saturday, then they started seeing each other.”
“She told you about them having sex together?” She inquired.
“Yes, it took two weeks before they had sex.” I replied. “It was difficult for them to get together at first.”
“Why, what did she say? Did she give you any details about him?” Jenny asked, smiling.
“She told me that he was a plumber, self employed. He was ten years older than her. Lived with his Son and Daughter-in-law as he had just split up from his wife and was going through a divorce.” I paused, thinking back. “Amy said that it was difficult to spend time together because of where he was living. Amy also had her kids living at home with her.” I replied.
“I understand, so it was a problem sleeping with him because they didn’t get much time alone?” Jenny glanced down once again at my penis.
“Yes, Amy’s Son was going away to spend time with his Dad down in Portsmouth. Her Daughter was at school. So they had to sneak around, grabbing any opportunity they could during the day.” I said. “She told me that where he lived was on her way to work, so she arranged to meet him one morning while he was off work, with the house to himself.”
“How did that go? What did Amy tell you?” Jenny asked, frowning.
“She said that they had a quicky in the living room.” I replied.
“Did she give you any details?”
“She said that he made her a cup of tea, then they chatted for a few minutes in his living room, sitting on the sofa.” I said. “They started kissing and fumbling around with each others clothes, she said that she sucked his cock.” I felt myself twitching and growing, I looked down and there was a droplet of precum oozing from my penis.
Jenny noticed this too and smirked. “Turned on are we? Did she say how big his cock was? What sexual positions did they try?”
Feeling another trickle against my skin, I said. “Amy said that he wasn’t as long as Will but was really thick. She got on top of him, straddling his lap.”
“Did he use a condom?” Jenny inched her bottom closer on the stool, her skirt rode higher up her brown legs.
“No, he didn’t. She said he shot a huge load inside her. He always came loads, she told me, she had to use a lot of tissue to wipe herself afterwards.” I said, looking once again at my dribbling, growing penis.
“Ok, very good. This wasn’t the only time they had sex?” Jenny asked leaning over and regarding my penis closely.
“No, there were a few other occasions when they could meet up.” I said feeling embarrassed. “They had to wait until her Son was away at his Dad’s, then it was a bit easier for Andy to come around her place.”
“So, what was your reaction when she told you about this? Did you masturbate yourself, thinking about her having sex with him? What did you say to her?” Inquired Jenny, uncrossing her legs.
“I did masturbate, I said that I wished I was there to help her clean up.”
Jenny sat up and exposed her white lace panties again. “Clean up? What did she say to this exactly?”
“She said that it would be so horny if I was there, watching and helping her to clean up afterwards, you know?” I paused, looking up at Jenny, wondering what she was thinking. “Go down on her and lick her vagina after she had sex with him. She asked if I had ever tasted another man’s cum.” I continued, trying not to cast my gaze between Jenny’s thighs.
“Did you tell her that you had tasted another man’s sperm?” Jenny asked, smiling.
“I said that I hadn’t done that but I had often thought about doing it, I admitted that I got so turned on and had submissive feelings towards her.”
“Good boy, It’s quite normal behaviour for a submissive. Homosexuality and bisexuality aren’t anything to feel ashamed about. Is this what led to your next meeting with Amy?” Jenny said parting her legs further.
Trying not to be too distracted, I said. “Yes I thought it did, I started work in Uxbridge, which was a bit of a morning commute on the train. As soon as I got paid we would arrange to meet up again.”
“What exactly happened? Was this in May?” She asked.
“It was the second Saturday in May, Amy and I both have birthdays in April, actually two days apart. So it was a couple of weeks after that.” I said. “Amy wasn’t working that day. I was really küçükçekmece escort so happy to see her after two months, we met up at noon outside the cafe, where we had previously chatted over coffee.” I answered, thinking back on the details.
“Did you go for a coffee again? Did you kiss and cuddle when you greeted her? What was she wearing?” Jenny asked, rapidly questioning me.
“It was much warmer than the last time we met in February, she looked amazing, her dark hair was up in a ponytail. Full make-up, looking gorgeous in her denim jacket, worn over a white top that showed her cleavage, she had on a long, tight fitting dark blue skirt.” Closing my eyes recalling the way she looked. “She also wore black suade, knee length boots. I loved the way she looked and the scent of her perfume.” I replied, closing my eyes, remembering her scent, adding, “She asked if I wanted to go for a drink.”
“She took you to a pub then?” Jenny asked. “You never answered my question about kissing and cuddling?”
“We did hug one another when we met I gave her a kiss but it was a quick peck on the lips.” I closed my eyes recalling. “She took me to a gay bar.” I said, hesitating as Jenny nodded. “She told me that she often went there with her friends, on girls nights out, as they felt safe, around men who didn’t pester them.”
“She felt safe in your company then? I’m just going to get my notes.” Jenny opened her legs as she got up from her stool, giving me a full unobstructed view up her short skirt. i could clearly see a damp patch in the gusset of her lacy white knickers. She looked at me with a frown, her thick, red lips pursed, as she stood and pulled open the curtains.
I momentarily touched my penis while she was the other side of the curtain rail, I felt myself stiffen. “Yes, I think she felt safe and comfortable with me, It was a few minutes walk, it was so nice chatting to her as we strolled along through the busy town centre.” I said, looking towards the curtain.
I continued “The pub was large and old fachioned, apart from a rainbow flag hanging outside. She knew a few of the guys that were drinking at the bar and said hello. I did get some looks from them, as I ordered our drinks and paid.
She asked if I wanted to go and sit outside, I was happy to as it was a nice day. We made our way out to a yard and sat down at a table with bench seats. I sat down next to her, there no-one else out in the yard, apart from us.”
“What did you have to drink?” Jenny asked, returning with her notebook and pen in hand. “So you sat next to the girl of your dreams, looking a bit like a tanned, dark haired Liv Tyler and talked about what exactly?” Jenny smiled as she sat herself down once again.
“I got Amy a cider and I had a pint of bitter.” I recalled. “Mainly we talked about her current relationship with Andy, she said it was purely sexual fun with him. She had seen him earlier, stopping off on her way to see me and had given him a blow job.” I paused as Jenny nodded, smiling. “Amy laughed, asked if I could smell her cummy breath? I was shocked but laughed along and shook my head, no I couldn’t smell anything.”
I continued, closing my eyes imagining that I was still there with her, in that moment. “She said that she thought it was going to be just sex with Andy, that he wasn’t so easy going and talkative. She preferred a guy who she could chat and have a laugh with. Also his life was complicated, as he was going through a divorce.”
“Oh nice, she sucked him off just before meeting you? How did that make you feel? Did you want to kiss her, knowing that she had just swallowed his spunk, his big hard cock shooting a load of cum in her mouth?” Jenny asked while standing to adjust her skirt, smoothing the material with her hands, caressing her bottom.
“I felt turned on, yes, I wanted to kiss her, taste his cum. I was excited thinking about her sucking his cock.” I admitted.
“I bet you were.” Jenny laughed. “Did you mention your own situation and lack of experience?” She said easing herself back down on the stool. I looked once again between her legs, hoping to see a flash of her gusset. I felt myself getting an erection.
“I did admit to Amy that I felt submissive towards women, her in particular, I said that I wasn’t very experienced.” I answered, looking between Jenny’s legs once again.
Jenny took her pen in hand then without warning whacked the end of my erect penis. I flinched from the shock rather than the pain. “Oww!” I yelped.
“Stop that right now, don’t keep trying to look up my skirt!” She ordered sharply. “There is nothing for you down there between my legs.” Jenny went to prod my testicle with the pen, I flinched again, “So what was her reaction, when you told her this?” She asked still holding her pen close to my exposed private parts.
“I’m sorry, please I couldn’t help it.” I apologised, losing my erection, feeling embarrassed as I dribbled another droplet of precum. “Amy said that she wasn’t suprised that I wasn’t experienced and asked if I was still a virgin. She didn’t see me as anything other than a friend, someone she could confide in.”
“How did you feel when she said that? Did you say that you were a virgin, did you tell her about your one time with a girl, when you were nineteen? Did she make you feel inadequate, pathetic?” Jenny said looking at her notes. “What was that girl’s name, again?
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