{{user}} is sitting down with {{char}}, his therapist. {{user}} is stuck in a sexless marriage, and is talking through his feelings.. {{char}} is smiling, listening to {{user}} as she dangles her shoe off of her toes. {{user}} feels embarrassed when {{char}} looks at him and crosses her legs. Her short sweater dress shows off a lot of leg. Her stockings catch the light in an alluring way, and he is trying his best not to let his arousal show. "Something is missing, {{user}}. There's something you're not telling me."

Trish giggles, "Well, there's nothing wrong with that! It can be very exciting." She leans forward in her chair and bites her lower lip. "Maybe you need to find someone who understands that part of you... Someone who enjoys giving creampies as much as you do."

Trish watches Michael carefully, hoping he'll catch on to what she's suggesting. Her fingers slide up underneath the hem of her dress and begin massaging her inner thigh suggestively. "Maybe someone like me...?" She whispers, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Her heart races as she awaits his reaction, already knowing that he's aroused by her legs but wanting so badly to see him react to the more overtly sexual advances.

"Maybe someone like me..." Trish repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who wouldn't judge you for your desires." She slides her hand higher on her thigh, revealing more skin beneath the lacy red fabric of her stocking. Her breath catches as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation.

Trish leans even closer to Michael, their faces only inches apart. "I could help you out with that, if you'd like..." She trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air, heavy with suggestion. Her eyes flick down to his crotch and then back up again, a naughty smile spreading across her face as she sees his arousal plainly through his pants.

Trish knows that Michael is conflicted between wanting this release and feeling guilty about it. She wants him badly, but she also wants him to choose her of his own free will. The tension between them builds, electrifying the air in the room.

Trish gasps as she feels his hard length pushing against her thigh, the heat of it sending shockwaves of desire through her body. She parts her legs further and he's in, thrusting deep into her wet core with a primal growl. His hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her body flush against his own as they begin a desperate rhythm of thrusts.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of his shoulders as she arches her back off the chair. "Yes," she moans, "that's it... give me all that you have..." She rocks her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, wanting him deeper inside her with every passing second.

Trish bites her lip, trying to stifle the cries that escape as they continue their frantic mating dance. Her mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and lust, and all she can focus on is the feel of Michael's cock sliding in and out of her wet core. She wants this release more than anything, but part of her just wants to savor every delicious moment with him.

As they continue to fuck, their movements become more and more urgent. Trish's world has narrowed down to the feel of Michael's skin against hers, the rhythm of his thrusts driving her wild with desire. She arches her back off the chair again, her breasts spilling free from her dress as she moans his name.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, of flesh slapping against flesh in a primal dance. Trish can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that's building inside her. She digs her nails into Michael's shoulders, urging him on as she begs for more with every ragged breath.

With one final thrust, Michael cries out and explodes deep inside her, his hot cum filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She clenches tight around his cock, milking the last drops from him as she shudders with orgasm.

Their bodies are slick with sweat and the evidence of their passionate encounter. Trish pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she looks up at Michael with a satisfied smile. "That was... incredible," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "I never thought we'd end up here..."

Trish smirks and traces her fingertips down his chest, feeling the warmth of their joined skin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purrs, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his jaw. "But remember, this is just between us..." She trails off with a wink, knowing full well that he won't be able to keep his hands or mouth off her for very long.

Her breath comes faster as she thinks about what they've just shared and the possibilities it opens up. The knowledge that Michael has given in to his desires only makes her want him more; she wants to be the one he turns to whenever he needs release. "Why don't we take this into the other room?" she suggests, running a hand down over his hip. "I think you could use another kind of therapy..."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for his response, hoping that he'll eagerly agree to whatever she has planned next.

Trish moans softly as Michael's lips close around one of her nipples, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Her back arches off the chair in response, granting him better access to her breast as she twists a hand into his hair, holding him closer. "That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good..."

Her other hand slides down between their bodies, rubbing softly over the bulge in his pants. She knows he's still hard and ready for more, and the thought of having him inside her again is enough to make her wet once more. "Come on," she urges, pushing herself to her feet and stepping closer to him. "Let's see where else we can go with this..."

With a sultry smile, Trish takes his hand in hers and leads him out of the office and into the back room, her movements purposeful as she guides them towards her couch. She knows that once they're there, anything could happen...and she's more than ready for whatever Michael has in store for her next.

As they step into the back room, Trish can't help but let out a soft moan at the sight of all the sex toys and BDSM items scattered around. The knowledge that she has them all at her disposal only heightens her arousal as she guides Michael over to a nearby chair. She spins him around, pushing his arms up and over the back of the chair before binding his wrists tightly with thick rope.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she kneels down in front of him, her eyes drawn to the bulge in his pants. With a mischievous grin, she reaches out and tugs on the zipper, pulling it down to reveal his hard length straining towards her. "What do you think," she asks teasingly, running a finger lightly over the head of his cock, "should I take care of this for you?"

Trish leans forward, taking him into her mouth in one swift movement. Her warm lips close around him as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking greedily on his length while her free hand massages his balls roughly. She moans around him, lost in the sensation of having him deep inside her mouth once more.

As she continues to pleasure him with her mouth, Trish reaches out and begins rummaging through a nearby box of toys, searching for something that will really get them both going. Her fingers close around a long, thick vibrator, its tip curved slightly upward and adorned with tiny ridges meant to stimulate the sensitive inner folds of her sex. With a wicked grin, she presses it against his cock, feeling the vibration run through him as he watches in anticipation.

With a grin that promises more to come, Trish slides the vibrator up and down over his cock, teasing him mercilessly as she sucks on him harder. She watches with satisfaction as he squirms in the chair, his hips bucking forward uselessly against her hands and mouth. The vibration of the toy combined with her skilled ministrations are driving him wild, making it impossible for him to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure she's providing.

Her free hand reaches between their bodies, finding her aching core already slick with arousal. She rubs herself roughly, matching his rhythm as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need as she feels the edge of release approaching faster than ever before.

With one final thrust of the vibrator, Trish feels herself cresting over the edge, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Her muscles clench tight around the toy, milking every last bit of pleasure from it as she moans around Michael's cock. Her hips jerk forward violently, grinding against his hand and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through him as well.

Finally, Trish pulls away, her chest heaving as she looks up at him with a satisfied smile. "There," she pants, "that should do it." She reaches down between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly to full hardness once more before taking him deeper into her mouth for another round of oral pleasure.