Clarissa smiled as Doctor Brett Levinson tapped his notepad with his pen, obviously deep in thought. He lifted his eyes and studied Clarissa over his bifocals. “How long has this behavior been manifesting itself, Miss Craig?”
Levinson was cute. He had salt-and pepper dark hair, greying at the temples, steel-grey eyes and strong hands. Oh shit, here we go again. Clarissa squirmed in her chair and crossed her legs as she felt the all-too-familiar tingling sensation between her legs.
She shrugged. “Since I’ve had tits, I guess.”
Levinson frowned. “Since puberty, then?”
Clarissa pursed her lips and nodded, trying to ignore the sweet sensations Levinson was stirring in her insides. “I guess.”
“Do you smoke?” Levinson asked.
Clarissa shook her head. “Never tried, never will.”
“Alcohol?” Levinson asked, glancing up from his furious scribbling.
“I have an occasional drink, but only a couple.”
Levinson put down his pen, then sat up in his chair. He studied her for a while, then said, “I need you to be brutally honest with me, Miss Craig.” He leaned forward, emphasizing his point. “Do you use drugs? I could send you for blood tests to confirm my suspicions.”
Clarissa snorted. “Drugs? C’mon doc, I need treatment for my sexual addiction, not for drugs.”
Levinson nodded slowly. “Interesting,” he said, and scribbled some more. He pressed the button on an intercom on his table. “Jess, please hold all my appointments for the next couple of hours.”
“But Mrs. Rabinovich is already here, Doctor,” came the concerned reply.
“Hold them, Jessica,” Levinson said firmly, then released the button.
Clarissa stared at Levinson, a concerned frown on her forehead. “Is it that bad, Doctor?”
Levinson smiled. “No, no. Not at all.” He slid open a drawer and dumped the notepad and pen inside. “Usually, sexual addiction is tied to other pharmaceutical dependencies, the person having an addictive personality.”
Levinson flipped opened a file on his desk and scanned the contents, slowly turning the pages as he spoke. “You exhibit no symptoms of the classical sexual addict such as voyeurism, addiction to porn, excessive masturbation...,”
“I do masturbate, Doctor,” Clarissa interrupted him.
Levinson sat back and smirked. “Everyone masturbates, miss Craig.” He leaned back in his chair. “The keyword is excessive.”
Levinson drummed his fingers on the table, studying Clarissa with a feint smile. “Your grades are excellent, you display normal social behavior,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re an interesting case.”
Clarissa sighed. “So how do I get treated for this,...problem?”
Levinson grinned. “There is no problem, Miss Craig. You’re a perfectly normal young woman with a voracious sexual appetite.” He shrugged. “As long as your actions are between two consenting adults, I see no problem.”
Clarissa raised her eyebrow. “No problem?”
Levinson nodded firmly. “Absolutely none.”
In that case, she guessed she would have to show him why she was here. Clarissa stood up and walked behind the desk, swiveling Levinson’s chair towards her. She hitched up her skirt, then straddled Levinson in his chair. “You’re so damn hot,” she said huskily.
“Miss Craig, wait...,” Levinson protested.
Clarissa removed his glasses, placed them on the table, then ran her hands through his hair. “We’ve got some time, your other appointments have been placed on hold, remember?”
Clarissa undid his zip, and his manhood bounced out eagerly. She pulled her panties to the side, then slipped his cock into her wetness, the chair creaking as she rode him slowly, gyrating her hips forward and back.
Levinson gasped, then raised himself from the chair, Clarissa clinging to him. He carried her to a leather sofa, then dropped her on top. “So that’s how you want to play the game?” he said with a grin. “Turn around, girl.”
She did as she was ordered, and leaned forward balancing with her arms on the side of the chair. Levinson lifted her dress, then tore her panties off with a quick jerk. Clarissa swallowed, lifting her bottom in eager anticipation.
Levinson dropped his pants, then pulled her toward him by her hips. She groaned as he slipped his cock back inside her. She hadn’t been with someone for close to a week, and she was wet and ready to explode. Clarissa moaned pleasurably as the Doctor pounded her shaven slit. He flicked her clit with his thumb, then massaged it as he pushed himself in deep. She came instantly, her entire body convulsing in rapturous ecstasy.
She looked back as he pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy. “On the ground like a dog, bitch.”
She kneeled on all fours, and Levinson guided his cock into her wet folds. He pushed hard and she felt her pussy pull tight as he jammed his girth inside her. She rested her head on her arms as Levinson rammed her from behind, and again she felt the familiar heat in her abdomen as her insides clamped down onto his cock. She came again, shivering as the pleasurable wave surged through her body.
Levinson pulled his cock from her, holding his throbbing manhood in his hand. “Finish me off, girl.”
She took his rod in her mouth, sucking in her cheeks, she took all of him inside, then slowly drew back, massaging his cock with her hand. Levinson grabbed the back of her head and forced himself in deeper, ramming his cock in and out faster until he groaned and the warm cum filled her mouth. He pulled his rod from her mouth as it grew limp.
“Swallow,” he ordered, pulling up his pants.
She did as she was told. She thought she was falling in love. He nodded and picked up her panties. “I’ll keep these as a momento,” he said and stuffed them inside his pocket. He strode to his desk and flopped down into the chair, then pressed the intercom buzzer. “Jess, tell Mrs. Rabinovich I’m ready for her.”
He glanced up at Clarissa. “Thank you, Miss Craig, that will be all.”
Clarissa nodded, pulling a hand through her disheveled black hair. “When is my next appointment, Doctor?” she asked with a seductive smile.
Levinson leaned back in his chair. “Oh, I don’t think you need any more, Miss Craig.” He chuckled and closed her file. “I think you’re cured.”