Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area. The lovely
young woman kept fidgeting with her long auburn hair and smoothing
her pale blue sundress. She'd been building up the courage
to make this appointment, now she had to keep focused on the
reason she was here.
The 27-year-old wife wanted to be a better
lover. Even before her marriage five years ago, Sabrina realized
she was inexperienced sexually. She loved her husband dearly
and wanted desperately to please him, and herself, in bed.
But her puritanical upbringing and somewhat sheltered social
life had left her almost naive about sex.
The problem was variety and experimentation.
She had been raised with the idea that making love simply
meant intercourse in the missionary position. Of course, now
she had been married long enough to know that there were other
"flavors" to sample in the bedroom's candy store,
but she just could not let go of her inhibitions enough to
Her husband was patient and never tried to
pressure her with demands and she appreciated that. Finally,
however, Sabrina's frustration made her seek professional
help. That decision brought her to this moment where she sat
waiting anxiously to meet with a highly recommended and well-respected
At last Dr. Burrows came out to meet her.
Sabrina jumped slightly when he breezed into the room extending
his large hand.
"Hi, you must be Sabrina. I'm Dr. Burrows.
Sorry if I kept you waiting too long." The handsome man
was smooth and confident as he took her hand and held it,
almost caressing it lightly for a lingering moment.
"Hi, yes . . .I'm Sabrina," she
answered with a small voice. "Thank you for seeing me."
He was a very good-looking man, she noticed, and his calm,
easy manner helped settle some of the butterflies soaring
in her stomach.
Finally releasing her delicate hand, the smiling
doctor gestured toward his open door. "Please come in
and let's visit."
Soft music drifted through the pleasant room
and scented candles flickered here and there as they settled
in the office. Dr. Burrows directed Sabrina to sit on a large
leather couch arranged so she was required to place her legs
straight out in front of her. She crossed her ankles and smoothed
out her short dress modestly, while he took a seat in a comfortable
chair facing her.
"All right," he began, "let's
talk about why you are here, Sabrina. I assume you know what
we do at the clinic, and therefore you feel you need some
help with a problem you're having in your marriage, a sexual
The young wife cleared her throat, suddenly
quite timid again about discussing such things with a stranger.
"Well, yes. I mean, that is why I'm here. I guess the
main thing is I just can't seem to relax and let go when we
are, you know, having sex. I want to try new things and be
more active when we make love, but I just keep having these,
I don't know . . .guilty feelings? I'm not really sure if
that's what it is, but I just get so up tight and frustrated."
She felt her cheeks blushing with embarrassment as she looked
toward him shyly for his reaction.
"I see," Dr. Burrows said, smiling
warmly still. "Well, the good news, Sabrina, is that
this is quite common. In fact it's something we specialize
in here at the clinic. Your reservations and inhibitions are
likely being caused by something in your background or childhood.
What I can do is work through an interview process with you
to help uncover some of these sources of repression, then
perhaps we can start you on some special therapy to help you
overcome the problems."
Sabrina had been thinking about this very
idea since she made the appointment, and she felt another
little shiver as she asked the question that had constantly
been on her mind: "What kind of therapy are we talking
about, Dr. Burrows?"
The doctor's eyes lit up even brighter as
he leaned forward and tried to reassure the obviously hesitant
young woman by touching her slightly trembling hand. Not for
the first time he marveled at her incredible beauty, and he
felt an intense stirring deep within his groin. He decided
he needed to proceed carefully.
"As you know, I am a licensed sex therapist.
That means I have a great deal of education and experience
in treating the exact kinds of problems you are talking about.
My treatments include a wide variety of methods depending
upon the specific need. In some cases we work with a couple
to suggest new techniques or practices they can try at home
with our supervision. In other cases, we work with the individuals
directly - here in the office - in what we call 'sexual surrogate'
encounters. These sessions allow what you might call 'hands-on'
therapy where we demonstrate how to develop and apply proven
sexual techniques." He paused for a moment letting her
process this, as he noticed her face and slender neck begin
to flush red again.
"So . . .you're talking about actually
having sex with someone, here in the office?" she finally
asked meekly. "Who . . .who would that be with?"
Perhaps she's not so naive, he thought before
he answered. "Well, of course that depends on you. It's
determined by how fast you want to proceed, what your needs
are; and, of course, who is available on staff at the time
of your appointments. Sometimes I administer the treatments
myself . . .other times one of my very qualified assistants
will work with you. But we can get started right now if you
like . . ."
Sabrina's mind was cluttered with all kinds
of vivid and illicit thoughts. "What do you mean?"
she asked, trying to focus her suddenly clouded eyes on the
"Well, I could begin by asking you some
questions now; then, if we still have some time, perhaps we
could work on a few things. Or, if you prefer . . .we could
go more slowly, give you some time to think about this and
come back when you're ready."
"No, let's start now," Sabrina heard
herself say. She waited a long time to get up the nerve to
do this, now she wanted to go through with it.
"Fine, " the doctor agreed. "Let
me just dim some of these lights to make things a little more
comfortable and we will get started." He busied himself
adjusting some of the indirect lighting in the room until
it was fairly dark with only the flickering candles casting
a soft glow in the area where they were seated. Then he flipped
another switch on a stereo in a cabinet and the soothing sound
of waves gently crashing on a beach mingled and rose above
When he was seated again in front or her he
said softly, "Close your eyes, Sabrina. I'm going to
ask you a few questions, and I want you to be absolutely truthful
with your answers. Do you understand?"
She closed her eyes and nodded, shifting around
slightly on the couch until she was completely comfortable
"You said you feel inhibited sexually,
that you are afraid to let go. You do enjoy making love, don't
"Yes, sometimes . . ." she replied.
"When do you enjoy sex most?"
"I guess when I feel completely relaxed
and not worried about anything," she admitted.
"What kinds of things do you worry about
during sex, Sabrina? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?"
"No, well . . .sometimes, maybe,"
she said, as the butterflies took flight again in her belly
and she unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch.
"You do have orgasms, don't you?"
"Yes . . ." she said softly.
"Are your orgasms better when you are
having sex with your husband, or when you masturbate?"
Sabrina couldn't help opening her eyes slightly
and glancing at him. "Um, probably when I masturbate
. . ." she whispered, feeling ashamed.
"Did someone tell you that masturbation
is wrong? "Did someone tell you that sex is dirty --
especially oral sex?"
"Yes, my parents. People at church,"
"Can you have multiple orgasms?"
"I guess. I mean, I think so," she
answered, as if the question caught her off guard.
"Good. Close your eyes again," the
doctor said softly as he carefully shifted over and sat next
to her on the couch. "Now, you mentioned that you would
like to try new things when you are having sex. What kind
of things would you like to try if you felt more comfortable?"
She vaguely realized that he was now sitting
close to her, but she tried to focus on the question. After
a moment she answered, "I guess just things my husband
wants to do. You know, other things besides just having him
on top, and . . .oh, I don't know!" she admitted with
Reaching out and taking her soft, trembling
hand to comfort her, the doctor shifted closer and whispered,
"I'm going to suggest some other things that you could
do when you make love. You tell me honestly if it's something
you want to try. All right?"
She bit her lip and nodded slightly, keenly
aware that he was almost on top of her.
Dr. Burrows leaned down so his mouth was close
to her ear. Silky little hairs tickled his nose as he whispered
softly, "Would you like to feel a warm tongue on your
vagina, moving all around while you lay back and simply enjoy
"I . . .I guess," she barely whispered,
her heart starting to pound in her chest.
"Would you like to have your swollen
little clitoris licked and kissed until you shudder with pleasure?"
Sabrina closed her eyes tighter, she was starting
to feel racing hot tingles all over. "Yes. . ."
"Would you like to make love somewhere
different . . .somewhere besides a bed . . .somewhere exciting
and maybe risky? Would you like to be taken from behind, like
an animal, in this strange place?"
"Yes!" she almost whimpered.
The doctor pressed a button and the couch
began to recline with a quiet electric buzz. Leaning even
closer he said, "Now I want you to concentrate on the
sound of the waves you hear. Listen only to the waves. Hear
them crashing against the shore, again and again. Don't think
about anything else except the rhythm of the waves rising
and falling, lifting and crashing against the shore."
His fingers gingerly caught the hem of her
little sundress and slowly raised the thin cloth away from
her thighs, still tightly pressed together. Carefully he moved
the dress up and away from her tan, shapely legs.
"Keep listening to the waves," he
whispered hypnotically. "Concentrate on just the waves.
We are going to begin the therapy now. I understand what you
need and I am going to help you. But you must do everything
I say. And you must understand that no one will ever know
about anything that happens in this room. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she answered, barely making
a sound. She could feel her dress lifting up and laying back
gently over her stomach. Sabrina fought the urge to reach
up and push it back down. She kept trying to concentrate on
the sound of the waves as he had suggested, but the warm little
prickly feeling spreading all over her body was making it
The good doctor was gazing down in rapt appreciation
at the bright white and very skimpy panties barely covering
her puffy mound. Leaning close again he said, "I'm going
to show you how wonderful sex can really be, Sabrina. I am
going to show you how it feels to have your sensitive clitoris
kissed and to have a long tongue slide up and down your wet
slit. You want to feel this, don't you?"
"Uhhh, huhhh......" she moaned,
feeling his fingers lightly grazing the tender softness of
her inner thigh and inching closer to the crotch of her panties.
"You do want it, don't you. You want
to feel what it's like to let yourself go completely; to feel
yourself free of inhibitions. You want to have multiple orgasms,"
he continued as his hand moved up to the waistband of the
scant garment. Pressing his fingers down and in, he soon touched
the little wisps of hair and could feel the moist, hot treasure
right below. "It feels so good to be free and untied;
to be naked and open," he whispered soothingly, as he
shifted around, hooking his fingers at the top of her panties,
sliding and rolling them down and off her slender, smooth
"Doesn't that feel good, Sabrina? Don't
you like to be free and naked? Feel how your warm, wet vagina
is uncovered and open; ready to be touched and kissed. You
want that, don't you, Sabrina. You want to be kissed and licked
and touched down there. Wouldn't it feel wonderful?"
he murmured, lowering his mouth down to the little triangle
tuft of dark hair. "To have the lips of your sex touched
and caressed by someone's mouth . . . like this."
Sabrina felt his hot breath first and then
an electric jolt surged through her every fiber as his lips
made contact with her drenched opening. She could barely breath;
her mouth and her legs fell open and she groaned softly, feeling
him nibble and tease at her most sensitive area. Somewhere
in the distance she heard the waves crashing, but the sound
was no match for the thundering beat of her heart echoing
in her ears.
The doctor's strong, but gentle hands slid
under her thighs and pressed them apart. Then the flat length
of his tongue lashed out and danced up and down her slick
groove. Her body shuddered and her veins flooded with intense
pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention
and she prayed his tongue would find it soon.
He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his
tongue deeper to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her
gasp with approval above him, the doctor spread her glistening
vaginal lips open with his fingers while he lapped at her
furiously, letting her luscious taste wash over his palate.
Sabrina gripped and clutched the cushion of
the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the
first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her,
almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the little
button at the center of her sex throbbing and pulsing, aching
for his touch. Finally he gave into her need and swiped his
probing tongue directly over the pearl. Skyrockets went off
in her head and her entire body went rigid against him.
Dr. Burrows was also enduring carnal rushes
of desire. His big cock was fighting for room in his pants
and needed release. While one hand continued to hold the writhing
woman pinned down and spread open, his other hand deftly removed
his shoes and socks and opened his pants and shirt. Pushing
his trousers down and slipping his legs out, he then tugged
his boxers down and stepped out of them to finally give his
painful erection wonderful freedom.
She felt him moving around and then settling,
but all she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure
radiating out from between her legs. Another great shudder
rocked her small frame as he intensified his tongue movements
on her clit once more. He reached for and found one of her
delicate hands and held it; interlacing their fingers, they
squeezed and caressed each other, sharing another contact
point of passion. Then he gently guided her hand over until
her fingers touched him; first she could feel his wiry hair,
then the solid column of flesh brushing against her knuckles
and then her palm. His hand left hers just as his mouth and
tongue began the final assault to bring her over the edge.
Reflexively she gripped her fingers around
him tightly. Somewhere in her foggy mind she knew she held
a large cock in her hand; it felt warm and rock hard, throbbing
and twitching slightly against her soft palm. Her instincts
told her to pump the velvety flesh, so she did . . . gliding
her fingers up and down and feeling the ridges and contours
of the veiny shaft.
His breathing was ragged and his stomach tensed
as she jacked the turgid flesh of his cock. He continued to
lap between her legs hungrily. One long finger found her soggy
opening and pressed deep inside, causing her churning hips
to jerk off the cushion. Her hand tightened around his swelling
shaft, and the fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair
and pressed his head urgently against her squirming mound.
Suddenly she cried out, jerking almost completely up off the
couch until only the top of her head and her curled toes remained
in place. Her tortured sex seemed to explode around his mouth
with contraction after contraction sending deep waves of rapture
flowing throughout her shaking body.
Gradually Sabrina floated back to earth. She
crumbled onto the couch, physically exhausted by her climax,
but her excited flesh still tingled and her mind whirled with
Slowly the doctor stopped tonguing her and
raised his head. His eyes were glazed with arousal, and he
smiled with satisfaction when he noticed her tiny hand still
stroking him. Her grip was not as tight and the tempo was
easing, but he could see that she was receptive to suggestion
and ready for the second phase of therapy.
While she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm,
Dr. Burrows took hold of her dress bunched around her waist
and tugged at it until she leaned forward and allowed him
to pull it over her head and off. He grinned when he saw she
wasn't wearing a bra, the perfectly rounded globes bounced
and jiggled when they were released from the confines of the
fabric. Little pink nipples stood up proud and erect, begging
Temporarily drained, Sabrina was only vaguely
aware that she was being undressed and that someone was lying
down with her on the couch. The doctor snaked his arm around
her and gently pulled her soft flesh against his. She scooted
back against him, feeling safe and warm in his strong embrace.
Abruptly she realized where she was and whom she was with,
however, and her body tensed.
"Relax, easy . . ." he breathed
in her ear. "Listen to the waves, focus on the waves."
She glanced down at his big arm around her
waist, holding her tight; his hand just inches away from her
damp, rust-colored nest. Though he was not doing anything
to cause her fear, she did have a fleeting thought that there
was no way she could escape if he did not want her to. Sabrina's
breath caught and she felt a strong shudder that she couldn't
quite attach an emotion to. She didn't know whether she was
thrilled or frightened.
His big hands began to caress her firm belly
and she stiffened with trepidation again. "Shhhh.....just
let yourself go, Sabrina. That's what you want, remember?
You want to be rid of your fears and inhibitions. I'm going
to help you," he whispered, trying to encourage her.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate
on anything but his hands and fingers gliding over her silky
skin. Then she remembered that, only a few moments ago, this
man enraptured her. He took her to the very brink of ecstasy
for one of the very few times in her life. Perhaps if she
simply relaxed and did what he said, he really could help
her be the lover she truly wanted to be. With that in mind,
she resolved to give herself over to the doctor, to let him
rekindle the fire that sill smoldered within her.
Dr. Burrows' fingertip dipped down and into
her tight passage. "Feel the buttery liquid flowing so
freely. Feel the heat building up inside you," he urged.
Sabrina's mind was hazy. She nodded slightly
as she listened to him whispering instruction to her, but
she was also aware that those tingling sensations were coming
back. As he fingered her lazily, she became aware of his very
erect cock pressing against her bottom. Her little clit started
its throbbing dance while her thoughts centered on the immense
size and girth of the stiff tube poised behind her. Almost
involuntarily, her small body shifted back against him.