The sex pot therapist knew the answer, but had to ask it anyways. To be honest I was surprised she was still able to be a therapist.
“Ummm pretty fantastic. It’s already made my cock grow 6 inches and I’ve lost a ton of weight.”
For those of you that don’t know, “Joy” was the latest street drug and it had all sorts of fun effects. In women, it seemed to make them complacent and highly suggestible. All it took was one little pink pill and you could bring any woman to her knees. On top of that, a select few even bonded with the drug.
Doctors started referring to it as a sexual allergic reaction, but people like me knew what it really was. It was a bimbo drug.
“Well that’s, like, really bad for some reason.”
“It is? I think it is sexy and hot.”
“Well…ummm…it is kinda sexy…”
The therapist crossed her legs and bit her lower lip. I knew just what she wanted to do.
“I think you want this…”
Her eyes widened and a small dollop of drool began to form. My unzipped jeans had just made her brain freeze. One more tiny suggestion and she would put her pretty little lips on my massive member.
“Want a taste?”
My “therapy session” had ended a long time ago, but the doc wanted me to stay in “extended therapy”. We did all sorts of “exercises” and she made me realize that being a sex god is something I’m just going to have to live with.
I thanked her for the insight by spraying her face with my cum. I think she’s going to enjoy getting my “future payments” when I return for another therapy session next Monday.
