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Wendy’s Therapy

by zipp2

Code: (MF, Voyeur, Fb)

“How did this happen you asked? Well, I’ve asked myself that many times here in my prison cell. How did a young mother of two end up in prison convicted of sex crimes? That is the real question, isn’t it, Doctor? I mean how often have I been forced to come down here and talk about my problems. What, twice a week for what a year now? I know you told the parole board that I was not progressing in treatment but it’s so hard to talk about,” Wendy said as she shifted in the soft leather chair.

“I understand that, Wendy, but without your involvement in this process, I cannot give a good report to the parole board,” Dr. Harris said from behind his desk as he put his pen and paper down. “I know you want to get back to your children.”

“Of course I do.”

“Then you are going to have to talk about what happened so that we can find a way to rid you of these… problems, these obsessions of yours.”

“I just can’t. It’s too hard.”

Doctor Harris was running out of time. What Wendy Clark did not really understand was that he only had a short amount of time with each inmate to try and see if they could be helped or reformed as the parole board referred to it. Dr. Harris knew that his time with Wendy was short now. In the folder sitting before him was a form that had to be filled out and turned in on Wendy’s progress. If there was no movement on her part, no sign that she was willing to face her problems, then this could be the last chance he would ever have to try and help this poor women.

“Wendy, let’s just try and start from the beginning again. You need to face your problems before you have a chance to get better. OK?”

The cute twenty-nine year old nodded her head and then pulled the red hair from her green eyes. She looked up timidly and faced the doctor. Her emerald eyes locked with his. Dr. Harris noticed just how attractive this woman would be if she was not in the orange jumpsuit. Wendy nodded her head and started in a soft voice.

“You know this already. You’ve read the reports and trial transcripts.”

“I would rather hear it from your point of view.”

“OK,” she said as she looked down again, hiding her face.

“It all started when my husband started his truck driving job. He told me that he would be gone a lot and that it would be for weeks at a time. What could we do? We needed the money. So, I agreed and let him take that job. That left me at home with our two children, Matt, 4 and Joann, 2.”

Wendy looked up again and, for the first time, Dr. Harris could see that she was thinking back. She was looking at him but her eyes were looking far away.

“It didn’t take long to get bored around the house. That’s when I started to take the children to the local park.”

“So, at first you just went to the park to get out of the house?”

“Sure, for the most part. I wanted to get the kids out from underfoot and give them some time to play, and I would get some time off too,” she answered.

“I see. Go on.”

“Well that’s how it started. I mean, how I started going to the park around all the kids.” Wendy shifted again in her chair as she looked up.

“But that’s not what you want me to talk about, is it?”

Dr. Harris shook his head.

“OK,” she said with a sigh.

“I liked the park, really I did, and my kids really liked it. There were other children there for them to play with. I would sit on a park bench and read.”

“You’d sit alone? Why not sit with the other mothers and nannies at the park?” Dr. Harris asked.

“I just found them kind of strange. Talking about their lives and whom they liked and didn’t like. I just didn’t like that kind of thing. So I found a bench where I could still see the kids playing but I was back in this little shaded walkway. There were flowers and big trees. It was nice peaceful place.”

She leaned forward.

“I liked it there. I had no idea that me picking that place would lead me to this… Okay, so the first time I noticed anything was about five months after my husband took the job. I took the kids to the park like I always did. I was dressed in a nice summer dress and I was wearing flip-flops. I remember like it was yesterday. The kids went to play and I opened my book. I was deep into it when….” she trailed off.

“Wendy, this is where we always kind of stop,” the doctor said.

“I know, but I….”

Dr. Harris sat forward and looked the young woman right in the eye.

“Wendy, I need to know everything. I need to understand why the police found you having sex with a thirteen-year-old boy in public.” Those words brought tears to Wendy’s eyes. They ran freely down her cheeks and she brushed them away. Dr. Harris didn’t like to do this but sometimes a hard shock at the right time could help.

“OK, but I’m still not sure how this will help,” she complained.

“I can call the guard and have you taken back to your cell if you would rather.”

“NO!”

“Then go on.”

“OK... OK! I was reading my book and I happened to look down and I saw blond hair under my bench. I was shocked. I looked down and saw this young man.”

“Boy, you mean?” Dr. Harris corrected.

“Yes... boy. He was on the ground. He had crawled up under my bench and was trying to look up my dress. I could see he was young.”

“How young?” Dr. Harris questioned.

“I didn’t know then, but later I found out he was twelve… at that time.”

“Was it the same boy that the police found you with?”

“Errrr... no, that was another boy,” Wendy answered. She looked up again and the doctor was still amazed at how lovely she really was. She was the kind of woman that could have had any man she wanted.

“Oh. So this is another boy? One that you have not told anyone else about?”

“Look, you said that if I tried… really tried, you would help me get out of here.”

“So I did. Go ahead, tell me everything.” The doctor picked up his folder and pen.

“I’m just going to take a few notes here. Also I would like to use this,” Dr. Harris said as he put a small digital recorder on the desk. “If it’s OK with you.”

“Sure,” Wendy answered

“Ok, so you saw a young boy?”

“Yes, and he was trying to look up my skirt. I almost didn’t see him at first; it was a small movement that caught my eye. Anyway, he was trying to... you know, get a look. I was very scared at first. I didn’t know what to do. He could have been there for a long time for all I knew. After I settled down, I realized that I didn’t want to scare or hurt the boy. So I just didn’t do anything.”

“Let me get this straight. You spotted this young boy on the ground and looking up your dress at your legs and you did nothing?”

“Well, yes, at first. I mean, Dr. Harris, he could only see up to about here.” She held her hands more than halfway up her thighs.

“That much?”

“Yes. I didn’t tell you but it was a kind of short summer dress. I really liked them. Anyway, so I just sat there, but now I knew he was there, I couldn’t help but try and look down without him noticing me. I didn’t get excited right away.”

“So it excited you?”

“Yes, it did.”

“So you got excited because this boy was trying to look up your dress or did you get excited because it was a boy that was looking?”

“Jees… I never thought about that. I mean, I think it was just because he was looking. You know, a boy found me attractive.”

“I see.”

“Is that important, Doctor?”

“We will see,” Dr. Harris said. “Now go on.”

“Oh. I put my book down and acted like I was rummaging around in my purse. I looked through the bench slats and I could see that he was not only under the bench looking up my skirt but he had taken his thing out of his pants.”

“By thing, I’m guessing you mean his penis?” the doctor asked, looking up over the paper.

“Yes, his... ermmm... penis. He had it out of his pants. Anyway….”

“No, now go back. You said he has his penis out. What was he doing with it?”

“Doctor Harris, do I have to tell you all the details? I mean, really?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“OK then.” Wendy sat up straight and looked at the doctor. She had a strange evil grin on her face and a strange gleam in her eye.

“OK. The boy had his penis... cock… dick out and he was jacking off right there. He was playing with it right there under the bench as he peeped up my dress. Is that what you want me to say, Doctor?” She had an almost angry look on her face now but her eyes still sparkled.

“You can say it however you like, Wendy.”

“So, I was there. I was sitting over this young boy who was jacking off just below me. I had a clear view of his cock through the slats in the bench. I could see that his cock was only about four inches long and it had no hair at all. He had the zipper all the way down and I could see both of his nuts but together they were only about the size of a small walnut.”

“What did it do to you to see this boy peeking at you and jacking off under your bench?”

“What did it do? My husband had been gone for five weeks and I am a young woman. What do you think it did? It turned me on like crazy. I watched him pull on his dick and that’s when I thought that if I could see him though the slats, then he could see me as well. So I knocked my book to the ground just in front of the bench. I stood up and turned around, facing the boy, and squatted down to get it.”

“Why do you think you did that?” Dr. Harris asked.

“Err… I’m not sure. I was just so excited. My husband had not been… well, you know, with me for almost five weeks.” She blushed then and looked back up.

“So it excited you to let this underage boy see more of you?”

“Yes, I guess so. I know that as I opened my legs wide for him, it excited me to know that he could see all of me from where he was. I could see him clearly and he could see me… well, my legs. I did have panties on.”

“I see, and what did that feel like to you? Did you do it for the powerful feeling or for the thrill of exposing yourself?”

“I guess,” Wendy said as she sat on both of her hands. “I guess for the thrill.”

“OK, that’s good, Wendy. Now go on. How long did you stay that way?”

“That way?”

“Yes, on display. Open to the boy.”

“I’m not sure. Not too long, but longer than needed.”

“I see.”

“Then when I turned around to sit back down, I reached down and hiked up just the bottom of my skirt. Just the bottom, so that if someone was to look over, it would look like I was just sitting there. But I knew that the young boy under me could see my pussy mound. My panties would cover me but they were really thin and lacy, and now I was really wet.”

The doctor shifted in his chair behind his desk.

“So I picked two slats and worked my butt around between them until I was sure my pussy was exposed to the boy. This one act changed everything for me. There was no going back now. I was on fire. My pussy was pulsing and, as I held my book up before me, I kept one eye glued to between the wooden slats of the park bench to see the boy’s rock hard little cock peeping out.” Wendy paused and she swallowed hard.

“Now that I was showing him my panty-covered pussy, I found I was hotter then ever. I mean, I had not had an orgasm for weeks and weeks. That’s when it happened, Dr. Harris. I felt it. It was the lightest of touches but it was there. There was no mistake. The boy was touching my panties and only a thin line of pink nylon separated my pussy from his young fingers.”

“My breath stuck in my throat as I felt the brazen little boy’s finger pushing at the panties covering my pussy. He would run his finger along the length of my now dripping wet pussy slit. I’m sure he could see it clearly through the lace because he traced the slit of my pussy perfectly. I could not believe it. This young kid was fingering me and jerking off right here in the park. I was shaking but I needed more. I needed something else, so I put my book down and then I stood up. I looked around and noticed that the young boy had frozen in fear. I used one finger and I quickly slipped off my panties and slipped them into my purse. I turned to sit down again when I realized that I was standing right over the kid’s head with my legs shoulder length apart when I heard the boy say something like, “Shit, lady!” I sat down right away, pulling my dress up in the back again as I did it. I knew that the boy under my bench was now able to see my exposed pussy up close, and he could see that I was red everywhere. Anyway, this time when I sat down on the bench, I put one leg on the bench and turned my body so that my naked pussy would line up with the slats on the park bench. I moved around until I was sure my pussy was right between two of them,” Wendy said as she looked up at the doctor who had stopped taking notes.

“So let me get this right,” he said, pulling his chair up to his desk. “You took off your panties and then sat down in such a way as to expose your open pussy to this young boy under the bench?”

“Yes. The bench slats were at least two inches apart. I was sure that he could clearly see all of me.”

“What did you think this would do?”

“You’re kidding me, right? I was hoping the young boy would keep playing with my cunt like he did before.”

“Why, Wendy?”

“I can’t really say.” Wendy stopped until Dr. Harris gave her a cross look.

“I… I… wanted to get off. I wanted him to touch me more… so that I could get off. I know it was wrong but … that’s what I wanted.”

Dr. Harris adjusted his tie and, when he looked up to the young woman again, he said, “I see. So did he?”

“Hell ya, he did. I had never felt anything so exciting as when he first touched my exposed pussy lips. I had an orgasm right then, it was hard to sit still as I felt the warmth of my passion rush over me. It had been weeks and my body wanted to buck and turn but I didn’t want to scare the boy off. He didn’t notice a thing because his finger was poking around. He ran his fingers over my slit many times but didn’t push any of them inside. After my orgasm passed, that’s when I talked to him for the first time.”

“Uhh… what did you say to him?"

“I said something like… It’s OK, don’t worry. You can touch it. I know you like to look up girls’ skirts. That’s OK,” Wendy said in a soft husky voice.

“And how did the boy react?”

“He didn’t say anything but I felt him start to touch my pussy again. He opened it up and moved my lips around with his fingers. I knew that I had to be dripping pussy juices down on the poor boy below because I was so wet from his explorations. I wanted it to go on and on but I also found that I wanted more. I just took the bull by the horns.”

“So, what does that mean, Wendy? Take the bull by the horns?”

“I reached down and started to play with my own pussy. I used my hand and fingers and started to jack off right there in the open.”

“You masturbated for this boy?”

“YEA!” Wendy kind of snapped back at the doctor. “I wanted him to help get me… you know... off.”

“Off, like in an orgasm?”

“Yes. I just sat there above that boy and started to play with my clit and ran my fingers in and out of my pussy. It was really exciting to know he was down there, watching. That was the first time I felt him stick a finger inside me. It was very exciting to have his fingers up inside my cunt alongside my own. I used my fingers to guide him all over my open pussy. With his help, I soon had myself right on the edge of an orgasm again. That’s when I slowed down just a bit. I told the boy to get out from under the bench and I would let him get a good look at my legs and pussy as I played with it.”

Wendy laughed then and she uncrossed her legs in front of Dr. Harris, opening them wide and placing each foot behind the front legs of her chair.

“You should have seen how fast he jumped up from under that bench. He had his hands in front of him, trying to hide his hard dick. You know, Doctor, young boys get the hardest dicks. I mean they are like steel rods and they can’t cum so their cocks can stay hard for a long time.”

“Errrr... How do you know that?" Dr. Harris asked.

“Just hold on and I’ll tell you. So Sam jumped up and he was standing there in front of me…”

“Who is Sam? The boy from under the bench?”

“Yes, he jumped up and was standing there in front of me. Like I said, he was eleven or twelve. That was the first time I really got to look at him. He had dirt on his face and pants and shirt. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, a great looking kid. He was just standing there in front of me, trying to hide his cock from me with both hands. I really wanted to see it up close but he kept his hands over it. I just had to get a good close look at his cock. So I asked him something like this. “Do you want to get a good luck at my CUNT?” The word cunt seemed to really excite him; I guess boys are just like men that way. They both like it when a woman talks dirty. Like I’m doing for you right now, Dr. Harris. You have me talking about showing a boy my pussy. That’s real dirty talk and you’re recording it. Will you listen to the tapes later?” Wendy asked with an innocent look on her face.

“Only to help take notes, Wendy,” Dr. Harris replied.

“Ya, sure you will. Well, Sam liked it when I talked dirty to him anyway,” Wendy said with a grin.

Dr. Harris noticed that she had opened her legs wider and was now running her fingers over her own crotch. “SO!” Wendy snapped, making Dr. Harris look up from her inviting display. Dr. Harris was surprised at the fact that Wendy looked so sexy, even in her orange jumpsuit.

“So I looked around to make sure that no one was really looking our way and I pulled up my short skirt for him. I’m still a good-looking woman. Don’t you think so, Doctor?” Wendy asked as the doctor looked back down at her invitingly open legs. Wendy had opened her legs so wide now that it was clear to the doctor that she wanted him to notice her lewd sexual exhibition. She was still slowly running her fingers up and down where her pussy had to be, right there in his office.

“Well yes, you are but that’s very inappropriate. What your doing?” he said, pointing at her now wide-open legs.

“What? This?” Wendy asked. There was now no sign of the shy woman he had been seeing twice a week for a year. There was now a different woman before him, no real sign of Wendy still existed. This woman was more aggressive and even the look on her face had changed. This redheaded woman was no longer the cute, shy, innocent mother of two he had been talking to. Dr. Harris was getting his first real look at Wendy and she showed all of the signs of a full-bore sexual predator.

“Yes. You needed to stop that,” Dr. Harris scolded as Wendy was now using one slender finger to rub her crotch through her orange jumpsuit before him. She looked up with an evil grin as she grabbed herself where her clit would be and looked up at Dr. Harris.

“Look you wanted to hear my story, right! Well I’m telling you! Now that I’m coming clean, you get all messed up,” she shot back at him.

“I am not messed up. It’s just that I’m your doctor in this matter and I’m trying to help you by making you face your problems.”

“Look, Doctor! The only way I’m going to go on is if you get up from behind the desk and stand here before me as I tell you all about Sam.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Dr. Harris said in a shaking voice. Wendy was a completely different person now. She was forceful in her next command.

“I know why people like you pick this kind of work. You really like the sick stuff you have to deal with. So you must like this kind of twisted sick shit! YOU MUST LIKE TO THINK ABOUT ALL KINDS OF TWISTED SEXUAL THINGS,” Wendy said sternly.

“Hell, I bet your cock is hard right now just listening to me tell you about what I did with those boys in the park. ‘Face it,’ you said,” Wendy said in a mocking voice.

“I think you are just a pervert, Doctor! A deviant pervert that gets off on hearing women like me talk dirty to you about the strange sexual shit we do. All you want is to get off by listening because you are to afraid to do any of this exciting sexual things yourself so you live through others. OTHERS LIKE ME!”

“That’s crazy. I’m not here to argue with you, Wendy. I’m working here to help you! Now pull yourself together.”

“Come out from behind the desk then!” Wendy snapped. “Show me that I’m wrong. Show me that your cock is not hard.”

Dr. Harris didn’t respond. He was shocked at how forceful Wendy’s command to rise up from behind his desk had been. She was right! He knew deep within his soul that she was right. He did beat off listening to recordings he had of countless women as they told him their most dark sexual secrets. He had always yearned to do the same twisted things that they did but he never could. He wanted to, but something deep within him stopped him from acting.

As Dr. Harris rose up from behind his desk, Wendy was not surprised to see that his zipper was open and his fat cock was already hanging out. Dr. Harris looked down at his cock as the young redheaded woman looked him over. His cock was uncircumcised and the head was covered with shiny pre-cum.

“Dr. Harris, I think you need to close the curtains,” Wendy ordered.

Dr. Harris moved to draw the curtains.

“Ohhhh, I see you do like my stories,” Wendy said as she stood up and started to undo her jumpsuit.

“Wendy, I…I… don’t think this should go any further,” Dr. Harris said as he watched the young redheaded mother strip out of her jumpsuit. Dr. Harris turned and looked at the stunning beauty standing before him. Wendy was barely five feet tall. Her legs and hips were as white as snow and her skin looked as soft as a baby’s. Her red hair was no lie; her pussy hair was just as red as the hair on her head and it was cut into a tight line just above her cunt. Her butt and breasts were full and her back had a shapely curve to it.

Wendy walked right up to Dr. Harris and boldly grabbed his exposed cock in her tiny soft hand.

“Don’t waste time, Dr. Harris. You know we only have an hour. So come here,” she said and she sat back down and opened her legs before him. “Get down here on the floor,” she ordered and she watched him slip down between her legs.

“Wendy, this is wrong,” Dr. Harris said as the young convict helped him enter her already wet pussy.

“Shut the fuck up, Frank! Can I call you Frank?” she asked mockingly as she moved around in the chair to get more of the doctors sixty-year-old cock into her wanton cunt. Dr. Harris fell silent as he felt the young woman force his manhood into her wet warm welcoming hole.

“You’re so quiet, Frank. A minute ago, you were complaining and now you’re quiet. I guess it feels good, right?”

Dr. Harris couldn’t believe he was doing this. How could he let this young woman take control of him like she had?

“Yes, better than I ever dreamed,” Dr. Harris said as he moved slowly back and forth inside the much younger woman’s pussy.

“Oh, that feels really nice, Frank, but now that you’re fucking me, let’s finish my story. So I looked around the park and when I was sure that no one was really watching, I held up my dress for Sam. His eyes were glued to my open legs, my white skin and my pink open cunt. I held my dress up for him until I saw his hands drop. Ohhh... yea, Doctor, you have a really nice cock there. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real dick in me, I mean since my husband left me. Anyway, when he dropped his hands, I told him to get down on his knees and get between my legs just like you’re doing now, Frank.”

Wendy went on with her story even as the doctor worked his hard fat cock up inside her cunt. “I told him that I could make his dick… cock feel better than it ever did before so I got Sam to kneel down between my open legs. I moved myself forward on the park bench towards his stiff cock.”

Dr. Harris started to really pick up speed as he fucked Wendy’s waiting pussy. He forcefully grabbed her ass and pulled her small form towards him. His cock was short but it was fat and hard from thinking about a small boy fucking Wendy.

“That’s nice, Frank. Do you mind if I cummmm? On your cock?” Wendy said in a sexy voice and the doctor felt her pussy squeeze and clamp on his dick.

“Ohhh yes, Frank. That feels so god damn good! Ohhh, your cock is nice and fat. Can you feel my little tight pussy holding onto you? Can you?”

“Uunnhnnnn!” was all the doctor said as he fucked the young redhead.

“So I moved myself just enough so that Sam’s young cock was in line with my cunt and I pulled him inside me. You know what he did, Frank? Guess what he did?”

“I… I don’t know,” Dr. Harris managed to say as he was fucking in and out of Wendy’s welcoming cunt.

“He went wild. The little shit started to hump me like a rabbit. His dick was only a few inches long but it was hard as a steel bar and every time he pushed in and out, it would ride up my wet slit and hit my clit and then push itself around and slid back inside. He did it over and over again. I just kind of held on for dear life as he fucked me. You like that, don’t you, Frank? The idea of his young hard cock stuck deep inside my pussy. His cock was so hard that I started to cum after just a few strokes! He was balls-deep inside my wicked, nasty, perverted cunt. You really like that. I know because I can feel the head of your dick swelling up in my cunt. Yea, my little boy-loving cunt. That’s it. If you keep fucking me like that, you’re going to make me cum on your cock again. Is that what you want, Frank, to make little Wendy orgasm on your old fat cock?”

Wendy looked down, making Frank follow her eyes down to the lewd sight of where their bodies met. Frank watched as his cock pounded back inside the young woman’s pussy over and over again. Thick white foam had formed around the base of his cock and he could feel Wendy’s pussy juices running down his balls into his pants. Frank watched as Wendy used her small finger to pull back on her pussy so Frank could easily see his dick pumping in and out of her trim and tight cunt.

“Frank, you do like fucking me?” Wendy asked as Frank worked away at her steaming hot pussy.

“Yes, Wendy, I like fucking you!” he panted as he worked away above her.

“Do you want me to keep telling you what I did in the park?” Wendy asked in that evil soft voice.

“Yes, please.”

“You wanted to hear everything?” she asked.

“Yes, everything.”

“Well, I found that if I held onto Sam’s ass really tight, he didn’t fall out when he pulled back. I had orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me hard and fast with his stiff boy meat. I knew that he couldn’t cum but found that after a bit, he did start to have an orgasm. His cock got harder and harder. I didn’t even think that was possible. I remember his cock just starting to twitch like crazy in my cunt. I could feel it pulsing over and over again, deep inside me. That’s when an old lady walked by on the main path.”

Dr. Harris pulled Wendy’s small frame up to him over and over again, more forcefully than he had before. Wendy’s tits were bouncing up and down with each hard stoke.

“Hold on, Frank. Shit. Oh... Oh... Ohhh fuck! I’m cumming again on your cock, Frank. Shit, you’re fucking great, Frank. That’s it! Take my pussy! Fuck me, you old fart!” Wendy yelled out.

“Ohhh FRANK, you’re a good fuck. OK! So when this old snoopy lady walked by, I whispered to Sam to stop. He did and I pulled him up close to me. I pulled his cock deeper into my open cunt and acted like I was looking into his eyes. Just as she walked past, I told him to stand still so that I could see. She glanced over but what she saw was a concerned mom trying to get something out of her son’s eye. She had no idea that this twelve-year-old had his cock shoved balls deep into the cock-hungry cunt of a woman he didn’t even know.”

That did it. Frank was so turned on by Wendy’s words that he picked up her petite form and used his arm to fuck her up and down on his own fuck pole. He could just see Wendy there on the park bench with a twelve-year-old’s dick stuck in her cunt as an old lady walked past without knowing that they were fucking.

“Ohhh… you like… that, do you… Frank? Fuck me then! Do you like thinking about me there on that park bench with that boy’s dick up my cunt as some old lady looked on. Do you??”

“Yes! I like that!” Dr Harris was able to spit out as his cum started to spray out into Wendy’s squeezing cunt. He felt like he had a bucket full of cum to pump into the little perverted redhead woman’s pussy. His dick just kept spurting over and over again as he bucked his hips up into the little woman who he was now using like a fuck doll.

“Ohhhh that was good, Frank. So fucking good. I love your dick. It’s so fat and I like small dicks, Frank… not big dicks. I like little boy dicks, Frank!” Wendy said as she used her feet to hold onto the aged doctor’s back as she felt his dick started to soften.

“So after she had left and I was sure Sam was done, I helped him clean up and he asked if we could do it again. What do you think I said? “

“Yes, I hope,” Dr. Harris said as he used his hands to explore the younger woman’s body.

“Hell yes, I told him to come back tomorrow. After he left, I pulled myself together. It had been a long time since my cunt had felt so good. I got my kids together and we went home.”

Dr. Harris pulled his spent dick out of Wendy’s used cunt and looked down at the gorgeous woman he had just fucked, the woman who had just made him break all of the oaths he had taken when he had become a doctor. The woman that he knew would be the ruin of him, the woman he knew he wanted to somehow be around.

Wendy stood up and placed a tissue over the opening of her pussy, sealing in Dr. Harris’s load of cum, and she then pulled on her jumpsuit. She sat back down in the chair and fixed her hair as Dr. Harris opened the curtain.

“Don’t you want to clean up?” Frank asked her.

“Hell no, Frank. Do you know how much my cellmate is going to enjoy eating out my pussy when she finds that it is loaded with cum?”

Wendy looked up with that evil look.

“Errrr… I see.” Frank said as his mind filled with visions of the young redhead pulling some other woman’s face down into her pussy. He pushed the idea from his head.

“So, Dr. Harris, did I do good this session?”

“Yes, you did, Wendy,” he managed to say.

“So after Sam fucked me, I went home and masturbated until the next day. As soon as it was warm enough, I went back to the park,” Wendy went on with her story like they had not just fucked.

“That’s good for today, Wendy, but I think we need to start meeting more to work on your issues. What do you think?" Dr. Harris said, looking uncomfortable.

“Doctor, I think that’s a great idea. Like every day?” Wendy said as the guard showed up and Doctor Harris let him in. He started to lead Wendy out and as he did, she looked back over shoulder and said in a soft almost shy voice, “Because I have a great many more incidents to tell you about that I have never told anyone about before. I really want to get better, Doctor, I really do.”

She was led away and the doctor looked down at his folder. He picked up his pen and wrote on the prison form.

‘After meeting with Wendy Clark, I think that she is almost ready to be put back into society and poses no threat to the public.’

He didn’t sign it. He wanted to work out a deal with Wendy. He would sign it and get her out of here but she would have to agree to move in with him. He put the folder away and made sure his suit and tie were correct. He called for the next patient as he pulled the full tape from his recorder and slipped it into his drawer but he was thinking about seeing Wendy tomorrow.

More to come if comments are good. I wanted to say I am sorry for the formatting problems. I’m always looking for good ideas for stories. If you like my stories please let me know at: zipp2stories at gmail.com If you don’t like them… don’t read them.