Ruth's Therapy - S01 E86

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E86

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 86

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Doctor Robyn was very pleased to hear the details of Ruth's threesome with her Master -- and the brown-skinned Deepana. Pleased enough that it made her cunt wet. Often it was best that she did not participate in the deviant therapy she prescribed for her patients. That didn't stop her wanting full reports. After listening to Ruth, she'd already decided she'd ask her wife for some anal play that night.

"Its natural for you to want to give pleasure," explained the Doctor. "But you need to be taken and used."

"That day felt like they were both using me," Ruth replied. "I know they both enjoyed it."

"So you have you misgivings. But this therapy is perfect for you. You are happier. Your marriage is better. And I think your husband is happier."

It was true that Ruth's marriage had improved markedly since she'd begun the perverted therapy. Her needs were being met, at last. Even better, being fucked by other men, engaging in once perverse acts, had increased her confidence to change things in her marital bed. The husband had no inkling of Ruth's therapy -- her sexual submission, her participation in group sex -- but he, too, had learned to enjoy all manner of pleasures.

"My husband initiates sex more often now," she reminded the Doctor. "And he likes to watch in the mirror when he enters me from behind."

The Doctor understood that the husband would never provide all of Ruth's needs. But there was no harm in him trying new things in their marital bed.

"I drank his cum twice last week," Ruth confided.

The classy wife and mother could not hide her delight at using her mouth to pleasure her husband. It had been a major step forward in her marriage. Now she could engage regularly in one of her favourite acts - feeling his throbbing, pulsing cock and the spurting of warm, salty fluid over her tongue.

"You also wanted facials from him. Any progress?"

Ruth could still blush like a new bride. But her shy grin told the therapist that Ruth was still hopeful.

"And I watch him pee, now," Ruth went on. "I wonder if one day he will want to share that with me."

The Doctor knew that this was a genuine desire for Ruth. But she also knew that would be big a mountain for the husband.

"Well, be careful. Your therapy is helping your marriage. But do not mix them together."

Ruth nodded to show her understanding. She was a conservative, middle-aged woman who cheated so totally on her unsuspecting husband. There was no point denying how much happier she was thanks to Robyn's deviant therapy. But above all she was committed to preserving her marriage.

"Besides, I need you to focus," Robyn was saying. "You will make an appointment to see this judge next week."

Ruth took the proffered paper with the details. She guessed that more detailed instructions would follow soon enough.

"Oh, and Virginia will have her assistant contact you soon."

Ruth knew what that meant. It turned out that she'd not felt one bit dirty after being used by the powerful female executive to entertain two male business partners. Her recently found freedom gave Ruth every licence to be a slut. She'd felt safe and yet had shivered with anticipation for what those strangers would want. Perhaps the same two men had requested Ruth again.

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Ruth had put a lot of thought into her clothes for her appointment with the judge. It was important to blend into the professional air of his chambers. That was easy enough since Ruth usually moved in such circles. Yet, Robyn's instructions were clear and Ruth knew that her mission was to be a slut. She had settled for a tight black dress that more than hinted at her ample bosom.

She didn't know it, but the judge had been one of the Doctor's more challenging patients. A man of importance and power, he'd developed thoughts about his inadequacy which had been interfering with his work. As an older fellow, he might have been considered an unlikely candidate for Robyn's strange therapies. But eventually she had prescribed a steady dose of having his cock sucked, and cumming freely into the mouth of women.

All that Ruth knew was that she was once again in the role of assistant. And that an older man, a member of the bench, needed her eager skills.

"I know that we have a mutual friend," the judge said to Ruth. "But I don't think I can give you legal help."

He was more than ten years older than the woman in front of him. He thought her very attractive. Her figure was nicely curved and he appreciated the way her generous bust was highlighted by her dress. It was enough to hold his attention despite his busy schedule.

"Your Honour. I don't need any legal help. But Robyn... our mutual friend... she told me to give you something."

"Well, that's lovely but I don't know what kind of help I need."

"I was told it had to be very special. And discreet."

Ruth was doing her best to smile sweetly. But she was experiencing a new kind of nervousness. The judge was well-connected. And she was in his chambers where she was uncertain of the risks of lewd behaviour. The judge was seeming to feign ignorance of her mission. But Ruth had her instructions.

Still smiling at the older man, she unbuttoned the top of her dress. He maintained his officious gaze and Ruth felt compelled to undo two more buttons. Now her cleavage was easily visible to the judge. She felt wildly exposed, at his mercy. But her therapy, and her submission, required more.

"You see, your Honour," she said while trying to stop her voice from trembling. "The Doctor told me about a service that I am provide for you today."

His face changed in an instant. Or perhaps that was because Ruth was still opening the front of her dress. She'd chosen a particular bra for this visit -- it was the only one that gave maximum exposure to her cleavage while retaining some control over her juicy double-Ds. Ruth had told herself it was a gift for her husband but it was perfect for a mission like this.

"Well... I see..." he was trying to say. "But surely not here."

Doctor Robyn had warned Ruth about this patient. She was expected to lure him into accepting the surprise gift. It was intended as an important milestone in his own therapy. Ruth was motivated by the order that she provide oral sex to this older man. And the opportunity to drink the cum of a senior member of the bench.

"Doctor's orders" smiled Ruth as she made her way around the impressive wooden desk.

"I see... but this is... not the place..."

Ruth perched on the edge of his heavy wooden desk. Her tits - heavy and firm -- threatened to burst out of the skimpy bra that was only barely containing them. Leaning forward, she gave the judge a closer look at her impressive cleavage.

"Doctor's orders," she repeated.

She took his hand and drew it up towards her exposed flesh. The judge was a man, after all, and in no mood to resist the opportunity. He'd been as shocked as any of the good Doctor's patients to discover the nature of her therapy. As a proper man in a serious job he'd wanted to refuse.

"Touch me, your Honour," Ruth said sweetly. "Please."

She had worried about becoming a slut. Now she was being exactly that. And under orders of her so-called therapist. Suddenly she was not concerned at all -- this was exciting and pleasing. She was grateful for therapy required her to follow the orders of the depraved Doctor Ruth.