I'd been in the lab since 7 that morning, hoping to finish up early so I could have a weekend. Needing to do Sunshine's job again wasn't sitting well.
The lab is actually converted from a 40 year old house set high in the hills above Berkeley. I had it remodeled to serve my patients. What was a living room and dining area now serves as a reception room, with comfortable chairs and a couch, and an alcove that holds a small desk and patient records storage. I don't have a receptionist, but the appearance that I could increases credibility. My clients often arrive in a bit of an uncomfortable state, and some professionalism helps calm them. I frequently do initial consults here rather than in my office for this reason. Soft music from various genres softens the mood and the sounds of splashing water from the tiny waterfall hanging on one wall is comforting. Lots of plants, some paintings, and a reproduction of that photo of a sailer kissing a woman in Times Square at the end of WWII.
Once the house had three bedrooms. One is now my office. I took out a wall so the other two are now one rather large bedroom. The bed in there is a California King, so plenty of room. A box of "toys" sits on the headboard, fur gloves for back rubs, various sizes and shapes of vibrators, various size and shapes of dildos, cock rings..... you know, the usual. The couch is spacious and comfortable. The wet bar is well stocked as is the wine cooler. Only the best Champagne, for instance. The long wall is mostly window overlooking San Francisco Bay and two bridges. That's the view from the bed. The large flat screen TV for videos can been seen both from the bed and the couch.
The bath has a big jetted tub and the large open shower stall has two heads. Next to the full length mirror are wall hooks with fluffy bathrobes and shelves with towels. Twin sinks of course, a hair dryer, padded chairs to aid in dressing and undressing, with a fainting couch for discarded clothes to be tossed. A small open box with toothpaste, brushes, mouthwash, and discreetly available condoms. The lighting and music are adjustable.
It's pretty comfortable, and the view through the two way mirror from my office takes in every inch, so I can observe everything.
Oh, did I mention who I am? Dr. Frank Cummings. That's PhD not medical. I'm a sex therapist, and I see clients in this lab for both talk therapy and the more practical exercises. I help people who have issues with sex, so I work with individuals and couples mostly, but heck....it's California so sometimes more than one couple at a time.
I use surrogates when appropriate when working with individuals or couples, a male and female who are both bi comfortable, because I can accomplish just so much with only talk therapy.
I have both video and audio recording for the reception area, my office, and of course the bedroom. I was transcribing some of the audio, coordinating with my in person written observations, questions, future plans etc for the patients I had seen over the last week, when the chime rang. Someone had opened the front door. I had turned off the burglar alarm when I arrived, but the cameras are always on, inside and outside the building, for security reasons, for this is California after all. I flipped on the video monitor to see what was going on in reception. Lo and behold, Sunshine came through the door. She was two hours late for her job, but what the hell, she was there. She had added several new colors to her hair, none shades found in nature.
She wasn't alone. Behind her came two young men, both loud and clowning around. Needless to say, she wasn't supposed to bring along friends to the lab. As she was locking the door behind them, I was getting steamed. I reached for the button which would turn on my microphone, but for some reason I decided to wait to see what she might be up to.
The long haired young man skipped over and plopped down on his back on my couch. The redhead sat on the adjacent chair.
"Doctor, doctor.... I'm having sexual problems. I can't get it up."
Red responded, "Oh dear, that is a problem. But wait, Dr. Sun is here. She has a special therapy! Sun, can you attend to him?"
She had been standing, hands on her hips, watching the two clowns. She seemed a bit annoyed with their antics, but with this she sashayed across the room and bend over him. She was wearing the mandatory yoga pants and an oversized blue work shirt. Was being the operative word, as she slowly un-buttoned the shirt in front of her two friends. Slipping it off her two arms, she tossed it over red's head. Reaching behind, she released her bra, which landed on her "patient's" face. Two breasts leapt into view. Tan lines. Bars pierced her nipples. And she had a good start at turning her body into a tattoo board. Appropriate vocalizations from both young men celebrating her equipment.
"Let me see what I can do for you, Randy."
Randy was on his back, wearing board shorts and some rock band's t-shirt. Sun reached out with her left hand and slid it up his leg, under the loose fabric, up his inner thigh until I could she her fishing around his crotch. From his reaction, and hers, I could tell when she found his cock. She busied herself with it for a bit, and then pulled her hand out from under the fabric. Kneeling beside him, both her hands went to the button and zipper, and she flopped open his jeans and pulled out his cock, which was about half erect. Her stroking quickly brought on his full attention.
She bent over to take his cock into her mouth, and I watched as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. Red was open mouth staring at this show. Randy's eyes closed and he was taking in deep breaths in time with her lips transiting his cock.
"Fuck, man! Shit!!"
His vocabulary exhausted, red walked over to Sun and began rubbing her back. She reached back and grabbed his hand, directing it to her right breast. She clearly was not shy. I could see his hand at work, and the grin on his face. This must have given him some more ideas.
"Hey, Sun! Where is that bed you told us about?"
Randy did not seem enthused with the interruption, but when Sun stopped sucking and turned and grabbed red's hand in hers, she headed for the hall leading to the bedroom, and Randy followed with his fully erect teenage guy cock waving in front like a blind man's white cane.
I quickly darkened my office and wandered over to the large window which was the full length mirror on the bedroom side. All three came into view as they hurried into the room. In my dark office watching them, I was invisible.
"Wow man! Look at the bar!"
Red grabbed a bottle off the shelf, quickly opening it. I noted that it was the scotch much older than him. Forgoing a glass, he chugged down about $50 worth.
"RED!!! No!! Get the fuck out of there! We can't fuck with the booze. Come over here!! Just take my phone and record this."
Sun set him up to video the scene. She sat on the side of the bed to remove her boots, and then she struggled to peel off those tight pants. Her breasts meanwhile were waving happily to the two guys and to infinitely more out on the interweb through the lens of her phone. She rolled onto her back to tug the elastic wads of fabric off her feet, one at a time, legs raised and spread apart. She was giving the two guys, and me, a better acquaintance with her pussy than her gynecologist probably had.
Like any prospective employer these days, I had checked out Sun's social media obsessions when I hired her. So I knew about her pay for view site, and the running total of "hook ups" she posted as she competed with young "ladies" around the world on some site form China. And I knew that Sun's gynecologist was a lesbian who thought younger was better, and Sun was younger. TMI for me, but as a sex therapist I was pretty open minded. But this did have my head shaking.
Seeing Sun totally naked and on her back on the bed, both guys fell all over themselves ripping off their clothes, flinging them onto the couch. They stood before her, each with a hand stroking his cock. Sun meanwhile was rubbing lubricating oil of some sort into her pussy in front of them. She was rubbing with some enthusiasm, which I suppose was this opportunity's version of foreplay. Then, with knees up and legs spread, she took a second to choose one of them. Randy had the better erection.
"Come on Randy! I don't have all day."
How romantic. He mounted her rather awkwardly, but of course quickly, and with just a little help from Sun managed to find the right hole. Immediately he turned into a human jack hammer. Nothing subtle about him. I had the view from their feet, so I watched his back turning red as he pounded away. Sun's eyes were closed. I wondered if she was trying to be somewhere else as she was battered by this young man. His journey lasted about a minute and a half before he stopped pounding into her and instead arched his back while issuing a guttural noise, and then drooled onto her forehead.
Sun didn't move as Randy rolled off her and Red took his place. Slipping into her, his aim was better than his friend's. He began to enjoy his own self. He demonstrated a sorta morse code rhythm, with runs of slow and machine gun mixed in with the occasional pause. He was taking his time. Sun opened her eyes as she realized this was the other guy poking around in there. Then she closed them again. His marathon lasted a good four minutes, with a somewhat anti-climactic result marked by slow deep penetrations and moans. Then he kissed one nipple before backing away.
Neither guy had broken a sweat. And at no point did Sun reflect any pleasure. But they all got the job done. Two guys got their rocks off. Sun got a video she could post and she added to her running total.
Without a word spoken, the two guys quickly dressed. Red stole another few swallows of my Scotch, and then they hurried out, laughing and congratulating each other. Wham bam and not even a thank you ma'am.
Sun sat cross legged, naked on my bed, no doubt soaking the sheets with what leaked out. She was lost in her phone. At first, she didn't notice when I walked into the room. I was closing up the Scotch bottle when reality landed upon her head.
"Oh, my god. Doc! What are you doing here?"
"My job. I don't need to ask what you are doing here. Clearly, you are not doing your job...Or more correctly, your former job."
She stood up, naked, dripping on the floor. Sun put on a sorta smile.
"Uh, do you wanna, you know, have some fun.....?"
"Uh, no."
"I can wash the sheets and make the bed....."
"No, just leave. I'll mail your last check."
"You're firing me? Why?"
I turned and walked back to my office, with the scotch bottle.
I knew Sun was finally gone when I heard the front door open and close, and the chime rang again. I went to the bedroom to strip the bed. I put fresh sheets on the bed, and the soggy sheets went into the wash machine located near the back of the house. That's how I missed the front door chime ringing again.
I was sipping Scotch from a glass in my office when I heard the woman laughing out in the reception area. A moment later she ran into the bedroom, and then turned around to look back down the hall. She was wearing a blouse, completely unbuttoned, tails pulled out of her jeans. Her bra was pushed up almost to her chin, and a pair of movie star quality breasts were jiggling as she laughed, right in front of the mirror. She seemed very comfortable this way. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. A beautiful woman, her hair long, straight, and blonde...she looked athletic and lean.
The man followed her into the bedroom. He was taller than her, a little thick in the waist, with the van dyke beard that was standard issue for Berkeley head shrinks. Khaki slacks and a blue dress shirt, open at the collar, and Birkenstock sandals with socks completed his image. Bare breasted, she posed in front of him casually. He stood in front of her, two hands on her head to turn her face up to him, and planted a firm open mouth kiss on her lips. His right hand went for one of her copious bare breasts, giving it a memorable squeeze. She wrapped both arms around his head as he bent over to take a nipple into his mouth, and she hugged him tight to her breasts. Right in front of the mirror.
Turning her around, he backed her up to the mirror. Her blouse fell off behind her, followed by the now useless bra. She un-buttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He took to kissing, licking, nibbling on her neck, ears, under her chin. I could see the goosebumps popping out on her arms. Spinning her around, he pinned her up against the glass, pressing those breasts nicely right under my nose. The nipples were rock hard and the skin on her breasts was crowded with goosebumps. That was interesting. I watched as both his arms wrapped around her and he managed to press both hands over her pussy, rubbing it through the fabric of her jeans. I couldn't hear the moans, but her face said moans. She licked her lips. Her hands snaked around to rub that swelling in his slacks. He clearly didn't mind that. Clearly this was heating up.
He picked her up, tossed over his shoulder as he walked over to the bed. He plopped her down on her back. She did a "whoop!" and then laughed. She parted her legs when he bent over to place his nose against her crotch, pressing her pants seam against her. She was rubbing back. When he stood up again I could see the damp seeping through the crotch of her slacks.
He set to work removing her running shoes. Then he lifted her up by her legs, ass off the bed, as he tugged off her slacks. She was laughing again. The lace panties came with. He left her to plop her legs down. She let her legs casually fall off to the sides opening up the view. Her hair was trimmed short so we both could see her glistening pussy lips. Then he blocked my view as he was licking along her inner thighs and tracing his finger tips around from her knees up to her ribs, tickling as he went. She closed her eyes as she smiled. She squirmed a bit under his touch. Little gasps for air.
He lifted his head to watch her, as she was chewing on her lower lip. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling. Reaching into her crotch, his two thumbs gently spread her lips apart to expose her clit, and playfully proceeded to tease her with those very soft brushes of tongue and lips across the little nub. A few long slow licks along the insides of her exposed pussy lips mixed in brought soft groans and gasps.
"Oh yes baby. LIke that. Just like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
She clearly approved. He followed the directions. She squirmed a bit, rolled a little side to side. Her legs moved further apart and when she raised her legs up and then over so her feet rested beside her ears, she managed to rotate toward his face, presenting her pussy to maximum effect. He nestled in for the long term.
He varied his attention, from using his tongue to tickle her clit and the edges of her pussy lips, to driving his tongue as deep into her as he could reach. He put pressure against her clit with his tongue flat against her, and then with his chin. He slurped all of her like a dog. She used her hands to grasp his head and rub his face around her crotch. He massaged the muscles of her thighs as he licked around over and in her pussy. She writhed around on her back, her head rolling from side to side. Mouth open.
"Oh, gawd oh gawdohgawdoh ugh ugh!!"
Then she stiffened all over. Her legs fell back down around him. I could see her belly muscles tightening. Her hands mashed her breasts. Her legs tightened around his head like a vice, smashing his face against her pussy. He grabbed her bare ass for leverage to apply even more force. Her mouth opened as she began to fold herself forward. Her body became a massive spasm as her pussy clearly was the center of her universe. Through the wall I could hear a wail begin, guttural at first, but then climbing in volume she went up an octave, and then another as it seemed she tried to shove his face through her pussy.
Her face and neck, her upper torso glowed red. Breath held and then she gasped for air. This all took only seconds, but it seemed hours. That was my view. I can only imagine hers.
She was wracked by several shorter spasms where she more closely resembled a fish flopping about out of water, and then slowly unfolded herself, parting her legs so he could finally breathe. Her knees fell apart. Her arm flopped up to press her forehead as the other went limp by her side. He emerged from between her legs as he hovered over her. His tongue went to her neck and then he sucked nipples and as his fingers slid into her pussy he kissed her hard, and she came again. Full body spasm. More cries and those grimaces on her face. She sucked on his lips and clawed his back and her thighs crushed together trapping his hand in her pussy, two fingers likely stroking the front wall of her vagina on the spot between F and H. This climax less intense, but far longer lasting.
All good things must come to an end, so as she relaxed she looked up into his eye and her hands cupped his face as she smiled and sighed, and I could see her mouth. "Thank you, that was wonderful".
No doubt she thought him done with this doing her, and he would now fuck her properly and pleasure himself. Nice guys finish last, ya know. She clearly wouldn't object if asked. Her legs fell apart in anticipation. But no, he was not quite done yet. As he again began the gentle licking of her clit, their eyes met across her belly and her breasts, and she smiled again. She didn't mind.
He had not run out of tricks. She was still on that plateau where most anything done to the right places would push her over the edge into yet more climaxes. One orgasm blurred into the next so counting was neither needed nor appropriate. Let's just say that she was even more relaxed an hour later. She glowed red and she was soaked in sweat, and no....she would not call it perspiration if asked at that moment. And she could hardly move. Just that silly smile....
She lay silent on the soaked sheets, breasts up and down with breathing, some small twitches of her belly as those things inside clearly were still stirred up. Her legs were limp and apart, her pussy soaked with hair matted and wet thighs, gaping slightly open, except when she gave herself the occasional squeeze that sent pleasure shooting deep within her.
He stood before her, kicking off those stupid sandals and then slowly undoing two buttons and a zipper to drop his pants. His tool emerged fully erect, and sizable. Her eyes followed everything he did, like she had never seen a man before. Then the smile built as she tore her eyes away from his naked body to look again into his face.
She winked, and then whispered, "OK, Mister. Your turn. Fuck me, please."
He hovered over her again for just a moment before he slowly accessed her. Likely she would have accepted a quicker entry, but clearly he was of the school of thought that favored the torture of women with the tip of his cock, so again he teased her pussy. She did those things women do, the spreading legs and little wiggles and squirms trying to get a cock into them when it frustratingly just nudges her pussy, tantalizingly. She tried to climb up it. So being the gentleman, he let her. His cock slowly disappeared from my view, inside her. With that new sensation, her eyes closed and her mouth opened.
"Oh, I remember this....."
She was clearly still overstimulated because she instantly reacted, and though far more subdued than earlier, she yielded to yet another full body zap when he pressed against her clit. He was in no hurry at first, but as he began to enjoy this part his enthusiasm clearly grew and with it the intensity of his transits into her pussy also grew. He was feeling the urgency. Soon he was in full body commitment, and the sweat began to break out on his back and his breathing became labored.
She felt every sensation and those dozens of her little climaxes drove away any distractions the world can provide to distract her under ordinary circumstances. She was living in her pussy again and that was fine. He was consumed with his actions, selfish even. When he finally could not hold back any longer and he erupted in pleasure into her, she was not disappointed, because she was done too.
The lay together quietly, enjoying soft kisses and some nipple tickling, which still, amazingly, sent shudders through her. Then, being a man, he looked up at the clock.
"Damn, I gotta get going. We are entertaining tonight."
"Yeah, us too."
He jumped through the shower and then quickly dressed. After running his fingers through his hair, he sized up her naked body melted across the bed one more time, smiled, and kissed her goodbye. Moments later I heard the front door chime signal his exit.
She lay on her back with that freshly fucked look on her face, slowly stroking her clit. She looked up as I entered the room.
"Hi Honey. Did you enjoy that as much as it looked?"
"Oh Gawd, yes! He is definitely making progress. Now, come here and fuck me baby."
So I took care of my wife as any good husband should. And me.
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