Indecent Exposure

Jane paces the waiting room, nails bitten raw. The office door opens with a low groan and Dr. Bishop steps out, calm but cold-eyed. "Come in," he says. The camera tracks her as she moves past him. He shuts the door, gestures to the pair of chairs facing each other, away from his desk. "Make yourself comfortable," he offers. She sits. He gives his name, formal. She just nods. "Dr. Hill sent you?" Another tiny yes. He circles behind her chair, saying he knows Hill is quitting, change like that can knock a patient off balance, but he intends to keep things steady. "What brought you here?" he asks. She stiffens. "Don’t you have my file?" "I want your words." Jane sucks in a shaky breath. "Dr. Hill says I’m scared of… intimacy." She stumbles. "I’m scared of sex." The doctor stops right behind her, low voice reassuring that this is his specialty. Then he slides down his zipper without a sound. "When did it start?" Jane fidgets. "I don’t know." He keeps the questions coming: "Have you ever done it?" She nods, barely audible, eyes on her lap. "How old?" "Eighteen." "Tell me the story." She laughs once, nervous. He draws his thick cock out, starts stroking it inches from the back of her head while she talks. She doesn’t notice. "Parents were gone, brother threw a party. Guy I knew came into my room, we were drunk, one thing led to another, we ended up naked." Her voice cracks. He tells her to rest her head, close her eyes, focus on the memory. She obeys. His free hand lands on her shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles. "We kissed. He pulled my shirt off. I felt like I had to go through with it," she whispers. He pumps faster, heavy cock swinging so close it almost brushes her hair. Abruptly he tucks himself away and says that’s enough for now. She opens her eyes, turns. He smiles like nothing happened and declares they’ll use exposure therapy. Jane’s eyes widen. "You mean… with you?" He says it’s the only way, voice flat and sure. When she starts to protest he grips her shoulder, warns her about dying alone, unloved, untouched. Her shoulders slump. She agrees, voice tiny. He tells her to stand and strip. She peels off her clothes, tits heavy and bare. He nods to the desk. She lies back, legs spread. He drops to his knees and eats her fast and messy, tongue lapping her clit until she moans. When her hips start bucking he stands, frees his cock again, and lines up. Jane’s treatment has only begun.