As a trained sexologist, I work with a multitude of disorders, differing patients with differing needs. Some are willing to talk out their problems. Past issues of abuse, of neglect, of trauma have left psychological scars that run deep on them, causing an array of sexual symptoms. Mommy didn’t love you enough, therefore you crave her pussy like a drug. Daddy sold you to mean men for drugs and that’s why you like to look at little boys. Big Sister liked to dress you up in girls clothing and so you like to prance in womens panties.
Just sit back on my therapy couch and tell me more of what’s bothering you. But sometimes I have to deal with a difficult patient, one that doesn’t want to open up about his sexual repression. I’d try everything from goading into anger to gentle coaxing to get him to open up, before turning to more unconventional methods. I’m talking hands on, and I mean “hands on.” Once I hike up my skirt and sit on their lap, they’re literal putty in my hands.
As I gyrate on their cocks, their minds open up and so do their mouths. “Tell me more, I think we’re having a breakthrough” I whisper as I grind my ass on his hard dick. he tells me every single repressed thought he’d ever pushed down as he squeezes my tits, hands wandering under my shirt as I turn to straddle his lap, bumping and grinding as his breathing gets harsher the closer he get to orgasm. He finally snaps and grabs my hips, thrusting against my wet pussy as he cums in his pants. We finish the session in a more relaxed mood, with him completely open and honest about his issues. Lap dances are a great therapy tool.
