Therapist Gets Fucked by His Patients in the Mental Health Clinic XXXX As I entered the mental health clinic, my heart pounded in anticipation.The therapist sat across the room, his handsome face framed by short hair and piercing blue eyes.He was clad in dark blue trousers and a crisp white shirt, drawing attention to his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline.But it wasnt his professional attire that caught my eye it was the way he stood with his arms crossed, holding his gaze firmly on mine.I felt an electric current of desire surge through my body, and I knew then that this man would have his way with me.Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.He didnt say a word, but I could see that his nipples were erect, standing out against the dark skin.As he pushed the shirt off his shoulders, I licked my lips in lust, knowing that I couldnt wait to taste him.He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, tossing it onto the desk between us.Use it, he growled, his voice low and commanding.My heart raced as I slipped the rubber onto his thick cock, feeling the ridges run over the tip.With a smirk, he gestured for me to get down on my knees.I did as he commanded, my mouth hanging open as I took his cock deep into my throat.His hands gripped my head, pulling me closer as he slammed his hips into my face, fucking me mercilessly.Bitch! he snapped, grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples.You like that, dont you? I nodded frantically, unable to form words as my body surrendered to his control.He grabbed my legs and dragged me onto the desk, flipping me over so my ass was facing up.He slid his cock inside me without warning, filling me up to the hilt.Fuck me harder! I cried out, bucking against his cock as he rammed me repeatedly.Finally, he came, his body writhing on top of me as his cum shot deep inside me.Thats what you like, isnt it? Being dominated by a man who knows what you want? I nodded once more, still breathless from the intense pleasure he had just given me.The therapist stood up and helped me off the desk, his hand lingering on my waist.Thank you, he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness.I looked into his eyes, searching for some kind of explanation, but there was none to be found.He turned and walked away, leaving me feeling both satisfied and empty at the same time.
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