Therapy for Cheri

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Therapy for CheriTherapy, Part 1It was my medical doctor who suggested that I should speak to a counsellor, or ther****t about my sexual fantasies, and how they had started to overwhelm my life.  At first, I was not particularly interested in talking to anyone about this, but obviously my doctor felt that a counsellor could help me, and that not seeing one could eventually harm me.I booked an appointment for two weeks ahead, thinking that this would give me some time to get my shit together, and I could call the whole thing off.  It didn’t, but I kept the appointment, not knowing what I was getting myself into.  I kept wanting to call my ther****t “Dr. Malcolm” but as she explained, she was a clinical ther****t and not an M.D. or PhD, so “Colleen” was sufficient.  She kept her office in a set of rooms in her house.  They were comfortable and relaxing, and helped put me at ease, which was good as I am not the sort of person who opens up easily to strangers.  She explained that over a few sessions lasting a few months that we could probably get to the root of what was bothering me, and get me back on track.  She took an extensive medical history from me, had me sign some forms so that she could get a medical report from my doctor, and during all of this she asked several questions about my sexual fantasies and how they had come to overwhelm me, but all in a manner that felt very safe and non-threatening.  Before I knew it, I felt that I had spilled my guts to this complete stranger.  She suggested that for our next session we should try some new behavioural therapy, and that we should probably plan on a two hour session.  I happily agreed, and booked the afternoon off for the following Tuesday at 3pm.As Tuesday rolled around, I still had no idea what I had gotten into.  I arrived at Colleen’s house in plenty of time, and was asked to wait in a small room off the main hall.  As I sat reading a newsmagazine, I noticed someone else enter the house and go immediately into the room where Colleen had interviewed me last week.  I didn’t get a good look at this person, and thought nothing much of it, other than to think that they had somehow illegal bahis scooped my appointment time.A few minutes later, Colleen arrived in the reception room, and ushered me into her office.  She asked me if would feel comfortable with a form of therapy that was based on minimal sensory input.  I was intrigued, and asked for more information about this.  She said that everything, even down to the weight of the clothes on our back, provided sensory input to our brains, and therefore could impede the therapy regime.  I questioned whether she was asking me to take my clothes off, and she said that if I was comfortable with this method, that I would be best if I were naked, and wearing a sleep mask – sensory deprivation.  It was either a desire not to disappoint, or a desire for results that caused me to accede to this odd request.Once I was naked, and lying on my back on the small chaise lounger (which was covered in flannel and actually heated for my comfort) with a set of heavy eye shades over my eyes (the kind you sometimes get on airlines), Colleen gave me some instruction that she said would make the therapy sessions more effective.  The therapy would put me into a light hypnotic state, and I was to remain on my back, with the eye shade on and with my hand by my sides at all times.  I agreed, and Colleen started asking me questions.”How often do you masturbate” “Usually about twice a day.  Three times a day if I can find the time””When you masturbate, do you use external stimulii, such as pornography””Yes, quite often” I replied.”Do you find your masturbatory sessions to be satisfactory” she asked.I thought for a moment, “yes, I guess so, for the most part”.”Are you always able to reach a climax””Yes”Maybe it was the posture, and maybe it was the warm bed and the eyepatches, but I was starting to become quite relaxed with the situation.Colleen continued with the questions “when you masturbate, what do you fantisize about””impregnating someone” I replied, in a soft murmur.”Have you ever impregnated anyone” she asked?”Yes, three women.  One twice”  I replied”I want you to think about the women you impregnated, and youwin some of the women that you watch online that you wish to impregnate”As Colleen entered this line of questions, I became aware that my cock had gone from limp to erect.  At least I think it had.  Not being able to touch it, I could only imagine.”Now, I want you to relax.  Allow yourself to go further back into your a dream like state.  Imagine that one of the girls that you like to watch online is actually in front of you, blowing gently on your cock and your balls, perhaps licking the tip ever so gently.”This was amazing.  I could almost feel this happening.  Colleen was putting me into a hypnotic trance.”Now, imagine that she is straddling you.  Imagine that she is lowering her fiery hot pussy down onto your long hard shaft”.The feeling was indescribable.  So incredibly real.  The mind is amazing tool, if you unlock its potential.”You feel your precum forming at the tip of your cock?””Yes” I murmured”Good” she replied, “that is your most potent seed.  Imagine that you are inserting your cock into a waiting, fertile and unprotected vagina.  Imagine your manhood plunging the depths of this womanhood, your seed seeking its target”At once all of my sexual fantasies came flooding forward. My desire to impregnate someone, the desire to impregnate a complete stranger. The desire to see the fruits of my loins, the swollen mammaries and bulging belly.  The manifestation of my virility.  I could hardly contain my excitement, nor could I believe that my mind could masturbate my cock so magnificently, so much so that I could actually feel the pussy muscles pulsating around the shaft of my cock.  I unleashed my seed in a torrent, and then I heard a deep, satisfying moan.I pulled off my eye shades and after my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that it had not all been in my mind.  A young, gorgeous 23 year old, shaved pussy and perfect tits was sitting astride me with my cock buried inside her.  She had a look of utter satsfaction on her face, as sweat rolled off her declotage.  He hands were cuffed behind her, and she had a silk gag in her mouth.I could youwin giriş not help but unload a few more shots of my spunk inside her before turning to Colleen with eyes that simply said “WHAT??”The girl who had been fucking me through my fantasy stumbled back to a bed, and proceeded to lie down and attempt to get her legs up into a position that might enhance or improve chances for fertilization.I swung my legs off the chaise and sat upright.  Before I could say anything, Colleen said “let me try to explain.  When you first came to me, you were seeking assistance with your overwhelming impregnation fantasy.  I have a lot of clients, and I have found that the one thing that assists most in such matters is actual experience in the thing that they desire.  The woman who wants to be fucked in the ass, but whose husband won’t, usually feels better after a good ass fucking.  The guy who wants to be pegged, but whose wife won’t, usually feels better after a good ass fucking.  Your friend Cheri (she said pointing to the girl curled up on the bed) wants a baby, but does not want a relationship.  That seems like something that your fantasy is telling you also.  I put two and two together in this clinic.  I am sorry if you feel as though I have deceived you, but I assure you that my methods work”.By the time she had said all of that, I came to the realization that she was 100% right.  I did feel better, and this was exactly what had been frustrating me.  I looked at Colleen with thankfulness in my eyes, and asked “do you think I am cured?”She chuckled a bit, “No, probably not, it takes a bit more than just one session.  But Cheri here isn’t cured either, and you can both work this out together as much and as frequently as you like in the safe environs of this clinic.  Cheri’s impregnation fetish will not subside when she is pregnant either. She will be looking for your seed throughout her pregnancy as her hormones rage. Eventually she will want you to milk her, and then start the cycle again”.I look somewhat perplexed, and Colleen looked at me and said “And how do I know this? Because she is my daughter, and I have been trying to cure her of this for the past six years. We are making some progress, but what can I say? She does not take well to the idea of birth control, and she loves the feel of a creampie and a baby deep inside her. And who can blame her?”

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