**Therapy Gone Wild**

I never thought my therapy sessions with Zoe would end up like this. She was my therapist, technically—well, sort of. More like a life coach, but the lines blurred fast. Zoe was a stunning femboy, soft and curvy in all the right places, with a teasing smirk that always made my cock twitch. And today’s session? Well, it wasn’t about my stress levels anymore.

I sat on her plush couch, trying to focus while she crossed her legs, the tight skirt riding up just enough to make my mouth water. “You’ve been holding back,” she purred, tilting her head. “Tell me, what do you *really* want?”

My throat went dry. She knew. She always did. “I… I want to watch,” I admitted, the words spilling out. “Watch *you*.”

Zoe grinned, biting her lip. “Watch me what?”

“With someone else,” I breathed. “While you tell me… what to do.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “Oh? You want me to cuck you? Make you stroke your pathetic little cock while I get fucked right in front of you?”

I groaned, my hand instinctively dropping to my pants, already hard. “Fuck, yes.”

Without a word, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. Five minutes later, the door opened, and *he* walked in—tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky smirk that said he knew exactly why he was here. Zoe licked her lips as she stood, swaying toward him, her fingers already working at his belt.

“Good boy,” she cooed, glancing back at me. “Now, take your dick out. And don’t you dare touch it yet.”

I obeyed instantly, freeing my throbbing cock, precum already beading at the tip. My heart pounded as I watched Zoe drop to her knees, peeling the stranger’s pants down to reveal his thick, uncut cock. She moaned as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.

“Look at him,” she murmured between sucks, her tongue swirling around his head. “So much bigger than you. So much *better*.”

I whimpered, my cock twitching in my hand, desperate to stroke.

“Ah-ah,” Zoe chided, pulling off with a wet *pop*. “Hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch until I say.”

The stranger smirked, gripping Zoe’s hair and forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but she took it like a champ, her fingers rubbing her own clit through her panties. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mixed with my ragged breaths.

Then, suddenly, Zoe pulled away, gasping. “I want him inside me,” she moaned, turning to me with dark, lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you want it too.”

“Fuck, yes,” I choked out. “Please, let me watch.”

She stood, peeling off her skirt and panties, then bent over the couch, spreading her pussy wide. “Tell him how bad you want it,” she demanded.

The stranger lined up, his cock glistening with her spit, and pressed against her entrance. “Beg,” he growled.

“Please,” I whined. “Please fuck her. I need to see it. Need to see her take you.”

Zoe moaned as he sank in, her tight cunt stretching around him. “Oh, *fuck*,” she cried, arching her back. “So *big*.”

I was leaking now, my cock aching. “Stroke,” Zoe panted, her ass clenching with every thrust. “But slow. Feel how much *better* he is.”

I wrapped my hand around my dick, pumping in time with his brutal strokes. Zoe’s moans got louder, her fingers digging into the couch as he pounded her. “You like that?” she taunted, looking back at me. “Watching someone *ruin* your therapist’s pussy?”

“Yes, *fuck*,” I groaned.

“Come for me,” she gasped. “Come like the pathetic little cuck you are.”

The stranger grunted, slamming into her harder, and Zoe let out a scream as she came, her pussy clenching around him. The sight of her shaking, the sound of skin slapping skin, was too much. My balls tightened, and with a broken moan, I exploded, ropes of cum shooting across my stomach.

Zoe laughed breathlessly as the stranger pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. “Good boy,” she sighed, turning to stroke my cheek. “Now clean him up.”

I didn’t hesitate, dropping to my knees and taking his cock into my mouth, tasting them both.

Best. Therapy. Ever.