"You?!" She said shocked.
"I was thinking the same thing sweetheart," I said as I arched an eyebrow at her. I grinned. Perhaps this would be more fun than I thought.
"Don't call me sweetheart," she whispered looking around nervously as though other people could hear us and she was busted.
"Well, you didn't exactly give me your name last night, Dr. Roberts...is it?" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall. Now this was therapy. I would be more than happy to show up for this every day.
"Melanie, I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall even more casually. Now this was therapy. I would be more than happy to show up for this every day.
"Melanie, it is Dr. Melanie Roberts," she said coming toward me with her curvy figure.
"Well Dr. Melanie Roberts if your therapy session is anything like the session you gave me last night and I am more than happy to be here and be your patient," I said as I moved over to the couch to lay down.
She looked annoyed as she walked across the room and picked up a folder and flipped through it. Then she sat down across from me and said, "so it looks like you were ordered to be here."
"Are you sure you want to sit down? You don't want to sit here?" I said as I padded my crotch with my hand and then rubbed up and down a little. She grinned for a second then adjusted in her seat. "You know we cannot do that." Then she took out her pen and clicked the top and opened a pad of paper and said, "Let's get started. "
DOCTOR MELANIE ROBERTS
When I woke up the following morning I was surprised to find that I was still thinking about the marine from the night before, commander Connor Casey. It was very rare that I continued to think about the man that I had used after I have used him. It was usually just like getting a massage for me, I was in and out of there without another thought to what had happened. But when I rolled over in bed a flash of his delicious grin entered my mind and his masculine and fit body felt like it was on top of me. I rolled over again starting to feel uncomfortable and restless in bed and I knew where this was leading. I was getting aroused and turned on and I could feel my nipples get hard. Shit, I was going to masturbate to the thought of a man that I had so easily disposed of. I opened my nightstand and took out my trusted vibrator and went to work. I thought over every single detail from the night before and I imagine Connor's hands all over me. Before I knew it I was experiencing sweet relief and laid in bed confused that I had to do this at all. I got up and took a shower and got ready for my day as it was only my second week or so taking patients on this new base and I wanted to be as professional as possible.
By the time I had my 2nd cup of coffee and my second patient I was well distracted and had not thought about commander Casey and are wicked light in my convertible in the parking lot. Work was the best distraction and I was beginning to feel like I was cured of thinking of that man. I dove into work with a serious attitude and felt buried deep into the problems of my patients and trying to talk them through to some solutions. It was an engaging process and one that made me feel very good about helping the soldiers that needed treatment for post traumatic stress disorder.
"Thank you Lieutenant Markson. You did good work today and are on your way to making progress. I have no doubt that you will be able to overcome this problem, "I said as I stood up and shook the hand of my latest patient before taking a small break and moving into another room where a patient would be waiting for me.
"Thank you Dr. Roberts. I feel better already. Same time next week? "The lieutenant said as she gathered her bag and shook my hand.
"Same time next week, "I repeated to her. After she left the room I grabbed a bottled water and took off my high heels to let my feet to rest a little. As I took off my shoes I suddenly felt a moment of sensuality as though I was taking them off in front of a man. However, it was not just any man that I was imagining, it was commander Casey. I let out a frustrated groan as I realized that I was once again thinking about him. I pulled on my shoes ready to dive into work and my next patient in order to distract myself from those thoughts. But it was of no use, because what waited for me was more than just thought of the man, it was the man himself.
"Dr. Roberts your next patient is waiting for you in room C, "the receptionist said as I entered the hallway.
"Thank you, and the chart? "I asked as I like to look over the patient's chart before I entered so that I knew what I was getting into.
"Oh darn it. I forgot to put it on the door, it is inside on the desk, "she said.
"OK, that is fine but try to remember to keep it out of the patients area as they might take a peek," I said as I walked past her and entered room C.
"You?!" I said shocked.
"I was thinking the same thing sweetheart," he said as he arched an eyebrow at me. He grinned.
"Don't call me sweetheart," I whispered looking around nervously as though other people could hear us and I was busted.
"Well, you didn't exactly give me your name last night, Dr. Roberts...is it?" he said as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
"Melanie, it is Dr. Melanie Roberts," I said coming toward him.
"Well Dr. Melanie Roberts if your therapy session is anything like the session you gave me last night then he am more than happy to be here and be your patient," he said as he moved over to the couch and laid down on his back and put his arms up over his head as though surrendering his body to me.
I was annoyed as I walked across the room and picked up a folder and flipped through it. Then I sat down across from him and said, "So it looks like you were ordered to be here."
"Are you sure you want to sit down in that chair? You don't want to sit here?" he said as he padded his crotch with his hand and then rubbed up and down a little. I grinned for a second then adjusted in my seat. "You know we cannot do that." Then I took out a pen and clicked the top and opened a pad of paper and said, "Let's get started."
As I looked over his chart my tone changed. I read through the notes of his superior officer and realize that he was here in order to be treated for going through a attack overseas in which a few of his men were injured some of them severely and although none of them died a lot of them would be ending their military career as far as being a foot soldier. Lives and families had been altered and it was under commander Connor Casey's orders that this happened. I had dealt with this before and in my experience hi ranking officers like commander Connor Casey shut down when speaking openly about this type of events. None of them wanted to come to terms with it and so they buried deep inside and considered it to be a normal outcome of being in the military and nothing more, yet keeping it buried did cause problems. In my experience the high ranking officers that did speak about it and went through therapy soon got over the issues and were able to confront them. However as I looked at Connor I knew that that would be more difficult than any other officer I had worked with before. He was like me and be romantic department I could tell, and people like that easily shut out of motion. This would be complicated. So I did not beat around the bush and dove right in.
"So, it says here a few of your men were injured severely under your command, why don't you tell me how that happened. Leave no detail out."
He was silent for a while and then he looked at me and his lips turned into a smile and his brown eyes sparkle as he said, "how about instead I tell you the story of how I fucked this doctor in the backseat of her car. I could tell you how much I enjoyed spanking her and watching her ass jiggle with each slap. It made my cock so hard. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it, see…" he said as he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly and pulled his cock out. I gasped at the sight. It was much different to see it in broad daylight in a space where it was forbidden. In the back of my car it had been dark and we were drunk and it was messy. Here it was broad daylight with the sun shining in through the windows and I could see his perfectly smooth and pink cock that was rigid and firm. He wrapped h
is large hand around it and yet a large amount of it still picked out over his thumb and forefinger her. My mouth fell open and I should've stopped him but I could not. I guess I didn't really want to. I could get fired for this. This could ruin my career forever. If anyone walked in I would be ruined and my license to practice would be taken away yet knowing all this only made it sexier. I allowed my eyes to move over his body and then back down to his crotch. Since I did not say anything I guess I gave him permission. He began stroking himself in a very slow manner. I swallowed hard and then licked my lips as I contemplated moving over to him and kneeling down beside the couch and putting the tip of his cock in my mouth. But instead I stayed frozen in my chair. He kept his eyes locked on me as he looked at me up and down. I was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a tight black camisole that was low cut and showed a lot of cleavage underneath a blazer. I wore pantyhose with black stiletto heels. I crossed my legs and then uncrossed them opening them wide. He moaned as I did so and began to move his hand faster I've been down his hard cock. I could not believe this is happening. I had to admit it had always been a fantasy of mine to fuck in my office. I'm sure it was a fantasy of every person that had a private office, and now I was getting my own private show with the hottest man I have ever met. No, not just a hot man, a hot soldier and skilled Marine. I grabbed the glass of water off my side table and drank it down gulping the fluid to cool me off.
"Do you like watching me Dr.?" He said in a husky voice.
"Yes," I whispered.
"What's that doctor? I can't hear you," he said again as he began to really jerk himself hard and I could hear the skin slapping between his hand and cock. It was so fucking hot that I crossed my legs and squeezed them together. His mouth dropped open as I did this and I think it was the tipping point. His breathing grew harder and harder and he looked down at his massive cock and within seconds the white juices flowed out of him. I bit my lower lip as I watched him come all over himself. He groaned and moaned as he finished himself off. It was all that I could do to restrain myself and stop myself from walking over and sitting on his face. I stood up and grabbed a few tissues from the box and walked over to him. He looked up at me from his lying position with his almond shaped brown eyes and I cleaned his cock with slow movements. He sighed and jerked a little as I did so.
Then he got up and put himself together pushing his cock back in his pants. Then he walked towards the door and said, "same time next week?"
"Yes… " I whispered as I was in such a state of arousal and did not get the same relief that he did. He smiled as he walked out the door knowing that he had left me in such a state. I went to the door and locked it and then laid on the bed and touched myself until I had an explosive orgasm. It was the second time that I would be masturbating to this man in one day. That was too much, even for me. This was going to be more complicated than I ever imagined and it had just begun. Next time I would have to get him to talk, it was my job and he needed it.
COMMANDER CONNOR CASEY
As she looked over my chart her tone changed. She read through the notes probably from my superior officer and realized that I was here in order to be treated for going through an attack overseas in which a few of my men were injured some of them severely and although none of them died a lot of them would be ending their military career as far as being a foot soldier. Lives and families had been altered and it was under my orders that this happened. I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to forget it. I wanted to get back to active duty and not deal with this again. I especially did not want to talk about it with the woman that I had fucked in the parking lot the night before. As I thought about what I had done to her the night before I got very aroused. I watched her cross and uncross her legs as she read my chart and bit down on a pen in her mouth, she probably didn’t even realize she was doing it. It was hot. I felt myself getting rigid underneath my jeans.
I knew exactly how to distract her from her job. I was going to let her watch me give myself a hand job. She would not be able to resist watching me.
"So, it says here a few of your men were injured severely under your command, why don't you tell me how that happened. Leave no detail out."
I was silent then I said, "how about instead I tell you the story of how I fucked this doctor in the backseat of her car. I could tell you how much I enjoyed spanking her and watching her ass jiggle with each slap. It made my cock so hard. I’m actually getting hard just thinking about it, see…" I said as I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the fly and pulled my cock out. She gasped at the sight of me doing this. Good that was exactly what I wanted from her. It was probably different in broad daylight in a space where it was forbidden. She probably didn’t fully see my massive cock last night in the dark parking lot. She was probably shocked at its size, most women were. I wrapped my large hand around it and let the tip peak out. Her mouth fell open and she should've stopped me but she could not. I guess she didn't really want to. She could get fired for this and I could probably get court martialed.
This could ruin both of our careers forever. If anyone walked in she would be ruined and her license to practice would be taken away yet knowing all this only made it sexier. I watched her as her eyes moved over my body and then back down to my crotch. Since she did not say anything I guess she gave me permission to continue. I began stroking myself in a very slow manner. She swallowed hard and then licked her lips. She was into it. I kept my eyes locked on her as she looked at me up and down. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a tight black camisole that was low cut and showed a lot of cleavage underneath a blazer. She wore pantyhose with black stiletto heels. She crossed her legs and then uncrossed them opening them wide. I moaned as she did so and began to move my hand faster up and then down my hard cock. She grabbed the glass of water off a side table and drank it down gulping the fluid, and I knew that she was getting heated.
"Do you like watching me Dr.?” I said in a husky voice.
"Yes," she whispered.
"What's that doctor? I can't hear you," I said again as I began to really jerk hard. It was so fucking hot that she crossed her legs and squeezed them together. My mouth dropped open as she did this and I think it was the tipping point. My breathing grew harder and harder and I looked down at my massive cock and within seconds the white juices flowed out. She bit her lower lip as she watched me come all over himself. I groaned and moaned as I finished myself off. Then she stood up and grabbed a few tissues from the box and walked over to me. I looked up at her as she cleaned my cock with slow movements. I sighed and jerked a little as she did so. Now this was fucking therapy.
Then I got up and put myself together pushing my cock back in my pants. Then I walked towards the door and said, "same time next week?"
"Yes… " she whispered. I smiled as I walked out the door knowing that I had left her in such a state of arousal without any release. I walked out of there with a nice relaxed state of mind knowing that I had just had therapy of the best kind. There was no way in hell I would have actual therapy, but tis I could deal with.
After I left Melanie's office I could not stop thinking about what had happened. Not just that I had performed in front of her, but about the questions that she had asked me. I was in no way prepared to answer those types of questions. It was none of her God damn business anyway. I just needed her to pretend that we had therapy and fill out the forms and let me be on my way. Talking about what had happened to the man was nothing that I needed to do it was all part of being a soldier. It was part of being a Marine and it was what we were trained to do. My unit had followed my orders and they were good orders, but you can never predict exactly what the enemy is going to do, it is a risk going out there and everyone knows it. I narrowly escaped that incident while covering my men. I very well could have died, or been severely injured. If I had been severely injured I would not blame my commanding officer because I knew this was how things went.
After that session I spent my days doing what I normally did
to pass the time while on leave. I rode my motorcycle recklessly down the beach side highways and when I wasn't writing it I was working on the mechanics or polishing it. When I was not riding on my motorcycle then I was at the gun range practicing my skills to keep sharp. I could not take a real absence from being a soldier. It was in my blood. If I did not do it I would go crazy, then I would really need a psychiatrist then.
I rode my bike down Ocean Avenue along the beach highway, and pulled into the café to eat. But when I pulled in I was not expecting to see what I saw, they're sitting in a booth in the window was one of my soldiers Private Martinez that had been severely injured with his family. He did not look too well and he would not be able to go back to his normal duties as a soldier and make the same amount of money. It was unclear whether he would return to the Marines at all, and I suddenly Felt a tinge of guilt as I realize that my orders did not only affect my soldiers, but it affected their wives and children and putting food on the table. I could not confront that now, so I pushed my bike backwards and got out of there. I rode my bike recklessly to the firing range and set off a few rounds in order to set off some of my angry energy. When I was done at the firing range I went back to the bar where I had met Melanie the night before. I secretly hope that she would show up, but she never dead. I was left to drink myself into and a Bolivian alone. But it did it's job, I did not think about my soldiers and their families for the rest of the night, only alcohol.
DOCTOR MELANIE ROBERTS
No matter how busy I kept myself I could not stop thinking about commander Connor Casey. He occupied every single second of time that I had alone. I was good when I had patients to see but as soon as I got home my thoughts turn to him. It wasn't just his good looks and the sexual activity that we had done together that occupied my mind; it was also his case file. He must be under a lot of stress after what happened to him, and he would be my first case in which his orders resulted in the harm of others. Most of my other cases involved soldiers getting over the general trauma of war, this was my first case where it would be the trauma of giving orders that harms others. I thought it was a very interesting case in deed and that fascinated me even more. I was completely fascinated by this man as both the case as well as a lover. After that day in my office replayed over and over what had happened as he lay on my couch. When I close my eyes I could picture it as though it was happening in front of me again. I felt very turned on by the visual of him touching himself in my office.
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