As I sat in the stiff, uncomfortable chair in Dr. Patak's office, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. I had come to her seeking help for some, shall we say, unconventional desires. And I had a feeling that Dr. Patak was just the woman to help me.
She sat behind her desk, her lab coat open just enough to give me tantalizing glimpses of her large, sagging breasts. I tried my best to keep my eyes focused on her face, but it was a losing battle.
"I see you've been doing some...interesting searches on your computer," Dr. Patak said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "A brazen boy, aren't you?"
I felt my face flush, but I held her gaze. "I guess you could say that," I replied.
Dr. Patak leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, I must admit, I find your interests quite intriguing. I have a bit of a fascination with that genre myself."
She turned her computer screen to face me, and I couldn't help but let out a low whistle. There, on the screen, were various scenes involving mature women in all sorts of compromising positions.
"I take it you approve?" Dr. Patak said, a playful note in her voice.
I nodded, unable to find words.
"Good," she said, turning the screen back to face her. "Now, I have a proposition for you. I'd like you to masturbate while I do the same. Imagine holding my breasts while another female doctor cuts them off."
I blinked, surprised by her directness. But I found myself unable to resist. I did as she asked, my eyes locked on her chest as she did the same.
"This is what we call a psychological erotic discussion," Dr. Patak explained, her voice low and sultry. "It's a safe and consensual space for us to explore your desires and fantasies."
She stood up and walked over to me, letting me feel the weight of her massive old sagging breasts. I couldn't help but let out a low moan at the sensation.
"I have an idea," Dr. Patak said, her voice husky. "Why don't we invite some of the old, fat women from the waiting room to participate in your fantasies?"
I was surprised by her forwardness, but also intrigued. I had never considered involving anyone else in my fantasies before, but the idea was growing on me.
"I believe in being open and honest about sexual desires," Dr. Patak continued, her hand resting on my shoulder. "And I encourage you to do the same."
She took a step back, her eyes locked on mine. "Now, describe your ideal scenario to me in detail. Be as specific as possible."
I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to put my desires into words. "I want...I want to be surrounded by mature, confident women. I want to feel their bodies against mine, their hands on me. I want to be overwhelmed by their presence, their power."
Dr. Patak nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "Very good. Now, let's continue exploring. Remember, this is a safe and consensual space. Be open and honest with me."
I nodded, my heart racing as I let myself be guided by Dr. Patak's expertise. I was in for the ride of my life, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.
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