Set Up

THE SETUP - COUNSELING

"So, how has your week been?" Dr. Jones asked.

"I got gang-banged by seven guys and two women, including my husband." Mitzie answered.

"How did that make you feel?" He asked. The standard question in their counseling sessions.

Mitzie laughed. "That's what you always ask. I could say I bombed a hospital and you would ask 'How does that make you feel?'."

Dr. Jones asked, "Okay. How was your week really?" He thought she had been kidding.

Mitzie explained that she was serious. It took her a few minutes to explain how she had been set up. Her son, Brendan had been involved in stealing some shoes and was caught on a video-tape. His whole future was in jeopardy; he was a senior in high school expecting to go to college. A felony arrest would ruin his future. Mitzie explained that the police officer and the parents of two other boys who were involved said they would give her the video-tape if she let them fuck her. She would do anything to help her son. Her husband, Winston was there and reluctantly accepted it when she agreed. The deal was that the two fathers of the other kids would get to screw her. They had lusted after her body since they had gone to high school together. The police detective had gone first, fucking her in front of the two fathers, the two mothers and her husband. Then the two fathers fucked her, with one doing her in the ass. Another guy showed up with a boat motor for the cop and he fucked her too. Her husband even took a turn; he'd gotten a hard-on watching her get gang-banged. Then, the two other boys who had been involved showed up and they fucked her too. Finally, the two mothers sat on Mitzie's face and pissed on her.

They had taken photos and a movie and the two boys had shown it to her son and other kids. Her son was sick to his stomach and her reputation as an upstanding member of the community was ruined. When she looked at the video-tape of the robbery that her son was involved in, it was not as the two fathers and the detective had represented it. They'd said that their kids were not visible; that Mitzie's son was the only one identifiable. In fact, all of the kids were visible. She realized she had been set up by the two fathers. They had set out to get a piece of her ass. Mitzie had been the most popular and best-looking girl in high school and they two guys had wanted to fuck her since then; she had had nothing to do with them. They thought she was a stuck-up bitch and they wanted to fuck her and treat her like a whore. They had succeeded. To add to Mitzie's embarrassment, she had some orgasms as they fucked her and her husband (second husband, not the father of her son) had joined in and fucked her too. She had been fucked in the mouth, cunt and ass and had two women sit on her face and come and piss on her.

She went on, "I would do it again for my kid but my reputation is ruined. I sell real estate and I'm head of the PTA and a lot of charity and community groups. I'm quitting all that. We're going to sell our house and move once my son finishes school. I have an older daughter away at school. When she sees the pictures and video, she'll be devastated. Can you imagine a young boy and girl seeing their mother in a gang-bang porno film that's going around the community?"

Jones understood. They had talked about Mitzie's sex life in their previous therapy session, but not in much detail. Basically, she wasn't getting enough from her current husband, who was a government engineer and was usually consumed by his work. Mitzie kept herself busy with all her activities which partially compensated for her tame sex life.

She said, "It's not like I was a virgin. I've been fucked quite a few times in the past. I hate to admit it, but being wanted in such a carnal manner by those men was oddly exciting and I did enjoy getting fucked, other than the embarrassment of it. Even that added to the titillation of what happened. You know, the fantasy of being desired and taken against my will."

Jones asked her, "You're an attractive woman, but you still feel the need to be desired by men?"

She agreed. "I was really hot looking in high school and college. I had a nice body, smooth, thin legs, a nice ass and a nice set of tits. I was a cheerleader, prom queen and had all the guys drooling over me. I've had kids and my tits are sagging. I guess I miss being such a hottie."

He said, 'You are still extremely attractive." He had noticed her body and her pretty face in their sessions over the past year. Mitzie often looked sexy in her outfits when they met. One time, she wore brief gym shorts and a wife-beater shirt with no bra. Jones tried to maintain his professional; demeanor with her nipples poking out right in front of him. He knew she was doing it on purpose. He saw her as a natural flirt, who tried to tease men with her very attractive body. Today, she was wearing a short skirt and a loose sweatshirt. She could have worn conservative pants, but usually wore a skirt and showed a lot of leg during their sessions. Sometimes, Jones lost his train of thought because of her.

Mitzie slid forward in her chair which exposed her legs to above mid-thigh. She said, "Thank you for the comment, but I think I'm getting old and flabby. Do you really think I've still got it?"

Jones said, "We're not supposed to talk about me. This is about you."

She said, "My question was about me. Do you find me sexually attractive?"

"Well, yes." He admitted. He returned to the topic of the past week and asked her if she had any concerns about getting laid by seven men and two women.

Mitzie said, "Believe it or not, I've had many men in the past."

"Really." He said. "Tell me about it." It was possibly not a proper question to ask, but it did relate to her mental state and her self-esteem. And, he was interested in hearing the lurid details of her past.

"I've slept with a lot of men, I guess."

"How many?" He asked.

"Well." She started. "I've been married twice, to Barry and Winston, that's two. There were the six guys this past week, the two fathers, their two sons, the cop, and the boat motor guy. That's eight."

"Plus, the two women." Dr. Jones added.

"Right. I fucked a boyfriend in high school, Eddie. Between husbands I dated a few guys. I slept with, let's see, Dwight; Jabbar a black guy; a one-night stand with a guy who's name I don't remember and Vincent. Then I met Winston. That's twelve I think. I'm only counting those I've fucked, not those who got blow jobs.

"What happened with your first husband?" Jones asked.

She replied, "Barry was an asshole. I was the hottest girl in high school. Everyone wanted me and he had me. Then he ran off with a younger bitch. We had done some swapping and swinging and he fell for that twit. They only lasted three years and he's with some other bitch now."

"How many more men for you?"

She said, "I had a brief affair with our neighbor Blakely when I was still with Barry, and then we swapped and swung. I was with five different men. I only remember two of their names, James and Willis or Willard, I think. So that's eighteen."

"Is that all?" He probed.

"There was one other guy. Another realtor that I let fuck me twice, Ryan. Then, there was the guy who fixed the refrigerator that one time. He gave me a discount and didn't charge me for the hour he spent fucking me. That's twenty. I think that's all. Is that a record?"

Jones answered, "That's the most of anyone I Except for prostitutes and this one client who was a call girl."

"How many guys did they fuck?"

"The call girl did twenty. She thought that was something. I've never counseled a hooker."

"Gosh, I fucked a lot of guys." She said.

He said, "From my knowledge, that's a pretty big number."

She said, "So, twenty is the record for you. I'm tied for the record. Maybe I should try to beat that."

"How old are you now?"

"I'll be forty in a month." She crossed her legs again. She asked him, "What do you think is my most attractive feature?"

He hesitated and said he shouldn't be talking about things like that, but she persisted. He said, "Professionally speaking, your legs are very nice."

"What about my breasts?" she asked.

He said, "They look nice, from the little I've seen."

"You've seen my nipples and some cleavage, haven't you?"

"Well, yes, of course, but I've seen all of your legs."

"Up to my panties?"

He should have redirected the conversation, but he answered, "Pretty much, yes. Your legs are very attractive."

Mitzie smiled at him. "My first husband liked my breasts. Winston likes my ass." She pulled her sweatshirt over her head; she was topless with her nipples standing out. She asked, "What do you think of these?"

He said, "I've changed my mind. Those are definitely your best feature."

She continued, "Or is it my legs?" She pulled her skirt up around her waist." Dr. Jones was silent so she continued. She turned around and pulled her panties down and kicked them off her feet along with her shoes. She lifted her skirt. "My husband likes my ass. What do you think?"

"Beautiful" he said.

She continued, "But, really, the feature they like the most is my pussy." She turned around with her skirt up showing the doctor her furry muff and the slit between her legs. She sat back in the chair and spread her legs, then put her feet on the chair, completely exposing her vagina to the good doctor.

"Show me what you've got." She asked.

He mumbled something about it not being professional and losing his license.

She said, "I see you have a hard-on. Is it professionally okay to have woman strip in your office? Have you had patients do this before?"

He mumbled, "Once." He squirmed in his seat while Mitzie moved over and knelt in front of him.

She unzipped his pants and reached in for his cock. She put her mouth on it and sucked it. Jones gasped. He had lost control of the session, for sure . He let her pull his pants off, removing his shoes as well. She sucked on his cock, taking his cock into her throat.

She asked, "How about you doctor? Are you getting enough from your wife?"

He said he was but without much conviction.

She said, "Admit it. You have wanted to fuck me, haven't you?"

He meekly said, "I'm not allowed to."

She said, "Bullshit. Fuck me, I want to set the record for your patient who has fucked the most different men." She pulled for him forward, lying on her back with her skirt bunched around her waist. "I want you to be number twenty-one."

The doctor was under the control of the pussy he saw in front of him. He was drawn to it like it was a magnet. He mounted her between her legs and slid his cock into her wet cunt. "Oooh." She said as he pushed into her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of being inside Mitzie's hot pussy.

"I've wanted to fuck you since our first session. I've never fucked a patient before, but you are irresistible."

She said, "That's good therapy. You're building up my self-esteem by wanting to fuck me."

"How does this make you feel?" He asked and laughed as he pumped away at her wonderful pussy.

She laughed and said, "You always ask that. This is the best I've felt in all of our sessions. You're an amazing therapist. You seem to be hitting all the right spots."

Dr. Jones kissed her as they continued their love-making. Fortunately, Mitzie was the last appointment of the day and Jones' assistant had gone home already. They were free to lay there and fuck as long as they wanted.

Jones got up and locked the door so the custodians wouldn't come in. Then he rolled Mitzie onto her stomach and entered her from behind. Mitzie laid on her stomach and enjoyed his prick pushing into her while he straddled her hips. She lifted her ass in the air a bit and he went to his knees. When he felt her orgasm begin, he let loose a stream of sperm into her warm vagina. They both gasped and concentrated on the feeling of their bodies coming. Jones moved off of her and admired the sight of her nude body, lying on the rug in his office. She was truly a beauty.

He told he, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever been with and are definitely the best piece-of-ass.

She giggled and said, "Are my legs still your favorite?"

He said, "Every bit of you is wonderful. I like your pussy the best."

They got dressed. Doctor Jones watched Mitzie put her clothes on, admiring her legs and her breasts as they jiggled under her sweatshirt.

She said, "That was a really good session doctor. Do you think I need more treatment?"

He said, "You definitely need some additional sessions."

"Will a few more be sufficient or should we do this indefinitely?" she asked.

He said, "We'll see, but I think we need to continue your therapy at least weekly."

She agreed.

"Same time, next week, then." He finished.

Mitzie left feeling better than she had in a long time. "This therapy stuff really works!" She thought as she drove home.