Nicole gets the help of a psychiatrist
Nicole Messer was fresh out of college and on her way to proving to her father that despite her gender, she was just as capable of any man in the business world. Hell, she was more capable. She graduated at the top of her class. Still, the pressure of constantly being better was getting to her. The best thing, she thought, was to have a therapist, someone she could talk to. Nicole wasn’t “crazy.” If anything, she was as rational as any person. It was that very rational thinking that told her that seeing a therapist was the smart thing to do. There might be a stigma to some, but Nicole saw it as an opportunity to have another intelligent person to bounce ideas off of and also unload her psychological burden upon from time to time.
She made an appointment with a local psychiatrist, Dr. Kacie Gordon, who, Nicole was told, would assess her and then set her up with the right therapist. She made a point of wanting to see a female psychiatrist. Mostly, it would be more comfortable that way. But Nicole also recognized that all women must struggle to get through the demands of higher education, proving to the male-dominated education industry that they were just as capable, meaning to get the same grades that had to work even harder. So it only made sense that Nicole would want to give her business to a woman just as she hoped other woman would do the same for her in her career.
Nicole arrive at Johnson Psychiatry, Dr. Gordon’s employer, a place that, according to their website, employed over 30 psychiatrists and psychologists, as well as many other therapists and counselors. They had a good mix of male and female professionals.
Nicole as met by a very well-endowed receptionist who probably was displaying way too much cleavage for a professional office. The girl had breasts not quite as big as Nicole’s 36Gs, but unlike Nicole, was happy to make sure everyone knew that yes, she had biguns’. Nicole guessed the girl was a DD cup, but let it pass. She was aware, sadly, that some women just weren’t cut out to make it, and had to use whatever assets they had to get a job.
“Yes, I am here to see Dr. Kacie Gordon. I have a 4:30 appointment.”
The bimbo smiled like she was going to stand up and announce that she was Dr. Gordon, but then she just looked at her screen for several seconds. She then frantically typed before looking up. “I am so sorry, Ms. Messer. Dr. Gordon had a family emergency today. I was instructed to do 3 things. First, reschedule you with her for next week. Second, to make sure neither you nor your insurance company is charged for today’s visit or for the rescheduled appointment. And third, to have you meet Dr. Johnson (she suddenly whispered quietly) he is the owner of this whole place you know (she winked and her voice then returned to normal) so that he can personally apologize. He has a policy that no patient is to ever leave here thinking that they received anything other than complete attention and the best possible services, even when things do not go as planned.”
Nicole was disappointed of course, but still, things happen and at least this place was very professional about it. No charge for today nor for next week, and she would get to meet the head of the company for a personal apology. That is pretty impressive. “Very good.” Nicole and the bimbo receptionist re-set an appointment for the next week and then Nicole sat down to wait to meet Dr. Johnson. The bimbo even offered Nicole a warm cup of herbal tea that was specially designed for Johnson Psychiatry. The bimbo told Nicole the tea was made with a special blend of leaves, per the American Society of Psychiatric Specialists, that allow the patient to feel warm, relaxed, and full of self-confidence. There were blends that appealed to certain types of patients from the severely psychotic to those simply needing someone to talk to. Nicole chose that “lowest level” blend and soon the bimbo walked in with the warm mug. Nicole couldn’t help but notice the bimbo’s skirt “matched” her blouse. The blouse allowed her cleavage to be seen. The skirt allowed her stocking tops and garter straps to be seen.
Nicole sipped the tea and was surprised at how delicious it was. It had a certain spice that she could not place. It wasn’t ginger. It wasn’t orange. It wasn’t peppermint. But it was soothing and comforting. She started looking at her phone and before she knew it the bimbo brought her a second mug. Nicole looked down and saw she had finished the first mug already. She smiled and thanked the receptionist and within a few minutes a man walked out of a door near the receptionist.
“Is his the woman who had an appointment with Dr. Gordon?”
“Yes sir.”
“You offered her tea I trust.”
“Of course I did sir.”
“Very good Miss Gor … err Kacie. I’ll likely be done with my day after this. Then we can lock up together after she leaves.” Nicole sat there noting the oddity of the receptionist, Kacie, having the same first name as Dr. Gordon.
The bimbo giggled. “Yes sir. I am happy to help you with … ummmm … closing up duties.”
He then turned his attention to Nicole. “You are Ms. Messer?”
Nicole stood. “Yes. I assume you’re Dr. Johnson.”
“Indeed. A pleasure to meet you Ms. Messer. I wanted to personally apologize to you for Dr. Gordon’s absence. She had an emergency family matter that … well it couldn’t be helped. I can tell you this does happen, but certainly very rarely. I highly doubt it will happen again.”
“I understand Dr. Johnson. We all have lives and things do just happen.”
“Correct you are Ms. Messer. Please come in and let me tell you about my clinic and Dr. Gordon so that you can feel comfortable when you return next week for your re-scheduled first official visit.” He turned to face the bimbo. “Please get Ms. Messer another mug of tea. And fetch me a water bottle as well.” She nodded and went off to do that as he opened the door to his office. It was odd that he told her to “fetch” Nicole thought. “Please step in Ms. Messer.”
Nicole walked into a very impressive office. Plaques on the walls, pictures with famous local businessmen and politicians, more picture with rather buxom women who seemed in awe of him in the photographs, and of course his many degrees, framed and hanging behind his desk. She sat down as she sat across from her.
“Again Ms. Messer … may I call you Nicole?” Nicole smiled and nodded. “Excellent. Well again Nicole, my deepest apologies for the scheduling mishap today.”
“I understand Dr. Johnson. And I appreciate you taking the time to be so forthright about it.”
“Now I am sure you are looking forward to seeing Dr. Gordon next time. According to the intake forms, you basically just want to have a professional to chat with about some of the stresses and pressures you are facing or will face with your new career just starting. Is that right?”
Nicole nodded. “Yes it is Dr. Johnson. I know I am not … crazy.” Nicole laughed a bit. “But I am the first female in my family to get a college degree and seek a career, rather than stay home and make babies, and it just gets to me sometimes, you know?”
“Of course. I understand. That is a very common problem that many young professionals face, particularly females. I am sure Dr. Gordon will lend an ear and provide you with some insights about how you can best deal with these issues. In fact, …”
Just then the door opened and Kacie walked in with more tea for Nicole. She whispered to Nicole, “I made a special blend for you given that you are just talking with Dr. Johnson.” Nicole kindly smiled. And took the tea. The first two mugs were warm and inviting, and after one sip, Nicole felt this blend was even better. She felt … good, like very agreeable.
Dr. Johnson smiled and continued. “Thank you Kacie.” Then he turned to Nicole. “Where was I? Oh yes. I was saying how Dr. Gordon might provide you some insights that a young professional can use. In fact, Dr. Gordon herself is a young professional and no doubt has personal insights that she can share. Truth be told Nicole, Dr. Gordon herself went through the same things and I helped counsel her on … well I am sure you would rather hear it from her even though I was the one who gave her the advice.”
Nicole smiled. “No, please go on Dr. Johnson. I mean, I’m here, and you’re here and I might as well take advantage of your kindness. Not that I am taking advantage of you personally.”
He laughed. “Of course not Nicole. I didn’t take your meaning to be that. And I did say no charge for today, so sure, I can give you some insights. In fact, one comes to mind just from the moment I first saw you.”
“Really? What?”
“Well you are, if you don’t mind me saying, a very pretty young lady.” Nicole giggled slightly and blushed. “I mean, I am being honest, and you are just a very attractive young lady. And yet …” Nicole looked at him curiously. “… now don’t take this wrong Nicole, for Dr. Gordon had the same issue. It’s just that you already told me that you are the first woman to advance to a real professional career in your family. Yes?” Nicole nodded. “And yet, you are dressing like a man. Not that your outfit is unpleasant, but a plain top, jeans, sneakers. Yes, still a college girl I suppose, but you want to be seen as a professional woman, a trailblazer for future young ladies who wish to forge ahead in a man’s world. I bet that is one of the reasons you feel some stress. True?” Nicole nodded again. He is right. I am a trailblazer and what I am about to face in my career is a pressurized situation. “But if you want to be a female trailblazer, then why dress like a man? Instead, set yourself apart and dress like a woman. Like a woman who isn’t afraid of her body and in fact wants people to know that ‘I may be a professional, but I can still look very attractive without compromising myself in any way.’ See what I mean Nicole?”
Nicole nodded more. “Yes. That is very insightful Dr. Johnson. I never really thought about something so basic as my outward appearance, but yes, I need to let people see me, a woman, be a success.”
“Exactly. People see women in many ways, most of which are unfair. But a pretty girl is often seen as … well less bright. But you and I both know that pretty girls can be just as smart as anyone else, and if anything, since pretty girls will attract attention anyways, why not let the world see a pretty girl who is very smart and very successful.”
“Wow doctor. That is so right.”
“And not just a pretty girl, but a girl who dresses to really let people see her body.”
“Wait? Really?”
“Of course. Think about it Nicole. Imagine seeing a pretty girl—we can use my secretary Kacie as an example. She wears a short skirt, maybe shows off some cleavage. What do people think? We both know the answer. And I will use the one word that sums it all up: bimbo.” Nicole nodded. That is exactly what she thought when she saw Kacie upon entering the lobby. “But what if you saw someone who gave you the impression of … bimbo … but then she surprised you, knocked your socks off really, by being the smartest girl in the room? You would be impressed, no? In fact, you’d be doubly impressed because you know she had to not only do all the hard work to achieve her success, but had to do so in an environment that put her in the ‘bimbo box’ to start. She had to overcome first impressions, and then, after overcoming that unfair prejudice, she then had to work hard to get to her success.”
“Wow. That is true. I mean I can’t tell you how many times I walked into a classroom and all the other students and even the professors noticed my chest and thought—there is he dumbest girl in the class.”
Kacie walked in with one more mug of tea and winked at Nicole. Nicole couldn’t help but noticed how her boobs bounced with each step she took and when she bent over to set the tea mug down. She’s a bimbo … or maybe she isn’t. I see what the doctor means. I am unfairly judging her. Nicole watched Kacie walk out too and saw how short her skirt was and that when standing and walking, her garter belt a straps and the tops of her stockings could be seen even more. Maybe Kacie is fooling us all and she’s really smart.
Once Kacie left, the doctor continued. “See. You know what I mean. You have to overcome the prejudice that comes with having size C breasts.”
Nicole burst out laughing. “C? Oh god, doctor, you have no idea do you? At least I know you didn’t judge me by my chest because I passed by C in high school. I am a DD and probably on my way to an E cup. My mom is a G cup. It’s in my genes I guess.” She laughed more.
The doctor laughed too. “You are right Nicole. I pegged Kacie for a B cup until she told me she was a D. Oh my. That is so funny. Well us old men, we never were much for women’s sizes.” They both laughed more. “But you see what I mean. A girl with a big chest, we assume must be a dummy, when in fact we know that breast size and intellect have no relation to each other.”
Nicole nodded along. “So true.”
“But you also see how if you wore an outfit that showed off your … DDs you say?” Nicole nodded. “Yes, DDs, then you would have an advantage over everyone else who thinks you are a dummy. They will underestimate you.”
Nicole finished off her tea as she nodded in agreement.
“Add a short skirt to the mix, and you will have all the advantages.”
Nicole nodded. “Yes, I see. I can control the room, as it were, if I showed off by chest and my legs. I could …” Nicole stopped. Somehow something wasn’t right. Maybe … But before she could complete the thoughts in her head, the doctor finished off her sentence.
“… you could wear a loose bra to make your chest bounce more and wear stockings with a garter belt to direct attention to your legs. Right you are Nicole. You would look like a bimbo, but be in the driver’s seat by NOT being a bimbo. You are a very smart your lady Nicole to have grasped that so quickly and know that it is so true.”
Nicole was sure there was something wrong about this, but it made sense. She felt warm and agreeable and started to smile wide. It was amazing what a little talk therapy, and a free session with a different doctor could do. It was all coming clear. If she had the power of everyone underestimating her, she would feel less stress. “Dr. Johnson. Can I ask a favor of you?”
“Of course Nicole.”
“Well I am sure Dr. Gordon is terrific and all, but could I do my next session, the real one, with you? You seem to really get the pressures I have already.”
He sat back and smiled slightly. “Well I am sure I could squeeze you in, but I must tell you Nicole, my methods require a minimum commitment of 3 sessions to truly get to the bottom of whatever your stressors might be. If you are willing to commit to at least those 3 sessions, I will gladly meet you again. In fact …” He looked over his schedule. “… I could get you in tomorrow for the first session.”
“Really? Wow. And yes, I will totally agree to the first 3 sessions and then we can see where it goes from there.”
“Excellent. Now before you go, let me give you a disc drive that has a bunch of health insurance forms, medical billing authorizations and so on. Paperwork—such things will be the end of me I am sure.” He sighed. “Anyway, do this tonight and the forms can be sent online before you even go to bed. I will see you tomorrow at … 3:00 pm? Does that work?”
Nicole took the disc drive and nodded. “Yes Dr. Johnson. Totally. I am so excited. I have to admit I was nervous before I came here. Then I was disappointed that Dr. Gordon wasn’t here. But you know … sometimes things are meant to be I guess. I am really excited to get you help to be the best trailblazing woman I can be. See you tomorrow.”
Nicole walked out. Kacie gave her a to-go mug of more tea—extra-large. Nicole thanked her waved goodbye to Kacie, who waved back, her boobs bouncing with each wave. Bimbo or genius? Nicole was intrigued, but more excited to keep all the other people out there wondering about her too. She gulped down the tea before she got to her car and thought about what Dr. Johnson said about dressing like a woman and controlling the room by having people underestimate her. She had an idea.
Nicole stopped by the mall—luckily the mall in her town had yet to shut down like every other one she knew of—to buy some outfits. She figured the best bet was to start with lingerie. She got some shelf bras that barely covered her boobs and had lace, very un-supportive, cups. She giggled as she walked around in the dressing room, her boobs barely staying in the cups, and bouncing all over. She got matching panties and garter belts. She figured that some colorful sets would be a good idea, so she got black and white as normal, but also got a pink, yellow, blue, and purple set. She then got some stockings for her new garter belts. She left that store wearing her regular jean and blouse outfit, but kept the pink lingerie set on with white stockings.
Then she bought skirts and blouses. The blouses she found were perfect. A few were very loose so that even a little bend caused her chest to just about spill out of the top of the blouse. Others were tight so that her boobs looked like mountains pushing out, that jiggled with each step. Then she got skirts that all stopped at mid-thigh so that her garter strap could be seen. She walked out of the store in a tight blouse and tight skirt. She got lots of whistles and knew all those men were underestimating her. She realized that she looked silly in sneakers, so she went and bought 4 sets of heels, black, white, red, and beige. Each was 2-3 inches high and once she started walking in those, her boobs bounced even more and she felt her skirt, so tight already, ride up so that she knew all of her garter strap was visible and maybe even part of her pink panty. She giggled knowing that she looked like a bimbo but was actually very, very smart for sure. This was the way Kacie dressed and I underestimated her. So this must be the right type of outfit.
Once she got home, Nicole kept her outfit on and went right to work on the insurance forms. She popped the disc drive in and …
Nicole sat in her chair. It was dark out and she looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00pm. That’s odd, I got home just after 6:00. There’s no way I was sitting here for 4 hours. Her screen was flashing that registration was complete, so she must have completed the forms. She yawned and went to bed. She was so tired that she just slid off her skirt and blouse and fell to bed in her pink lingerie and red heels.
Nicole woke to her alarm going off. She felt so good. Slowly she realized that she had her garter belt and stockings and even her heels on, which was weird, but she sort of recalled that she was so tired she barely undressed before falling asleep. Her panties and bra were on the floor and her hand was rubbing her clit. Her sheets were soaked. She giggled to herself. I must have had some dreams last night and took off my bra and panties. She giggled. I’m so wet. But I have job applications to work on, plus my part time job before my 3:00 therapy session but it feel so good and … oh god …
Nicole slowly played with her clit, pressing it, rubbing it. Her other hand cupped her tits—yes they are tits, not boobs. Girls have boobs, but women have tits. She became aware how sensitive her tits were and pinched a nipple as her other finger brought her clit closer and closer. I’m so relaxed because of Dr. Johnson. For an older man he is so handsome and … sexy … and god I would love to have him here on top of me making love to me … he could call me pretty like he did yesterday and tell me how attractive I am in my sexy clothes and he could drive his massive manhood … his cock—yes a big old cock—into me and make me ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
A few hours later, Nicole looked at her clock. Now she had no time to fill out any job applications. She had to call in “sick” to her job too. Instead she had to finally get out of bed, shower, dress, and get to see Dr. Johnson for therapy.
As she slid up her new baby blue stockings and attached them to her blue garter belt, she felt so excited. I hope Dr. Johnson notices how I am dressed like a woman, not a man, so that I can make my mark and be a trailblazer due to men underestimating me. She stood up and smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Blue heels, blue stockings, blue lingerie set of lace bra, panties, and garter belt. Black tennis skirt and a tight white top that barely held her cleavage in. Yes, I totally look like a professional woman now. Dr. Johnson will have to notice.
Nicole arrived at his office and saw the bimbo receptionist Kacie. Kacie looked like she was day dreaming, so Nicole waited until Kacie could see her. Nicole did notice Kacie’s blouse was only halfway buttoned up and it sure didn’t look like Kacie had on a bra under her yellow open blouse. There were even some stains on her blouse. Still, she looked happy and content. She shook her head and saw Nicole.
“Oh, hiyas Miss Messer. You are seeing Dr. Johnson again? He really is the best. Am I right or what?”
Nicole nodded. Yeah, she is totally a bimbo. Or maybe she is just pretending. I have to remember not to underestimate a girl with big tits. “Yes, I have a 3:00 I think.”
“I’ll let him know you’re here. Give me a sec.” Kacie stood up and Nicole noticed similar stains on her skirt too, like maybe she got splashed by a faucet or something. She got Nicole some tea and then disappeared inside the doctor’s office door. Nicole sat and waited, drinking the tea. It was such a good relaxing blend. She thought she heard a loud moan at one point, but maybe Dr. Johnson had a difficult patient. After 20 minutes or so, Kacie came back out, and her blouse was even more undone and her hair was a mess. But she had a big smile. “He’ll be right out.”
A few minutes later, Dr. Johnson walked out and smiled at Nicole. “Miss Messer. Pleasure to see you have returned. Please come in.”
Nicole smiled wide as she noticed Dr. Johnson was staring at her cleavage and how her boobs bounced when she walked. Yup, she looked totally like a professional woman, not like a man. She walked into his office and sat down.
“I can’t help but notice Nicole that you took my advice and decided to make sure the world knows you are not a woman in man’s clothing, but instead you are an independent woman capable of standing on her own two feet. In fact on rather high heels.”
Nicole gigged. “Yes, thanks Dr. Johnson. I really think you are right. No need to pretend I am something I am not. And I am not a man. I am totally a woman.”
He stared more at her chest. “Yes, obviously.”
“Even better, I could tell lots of men at the store, and even here in the building this afternoon were totally underestimating me. They must think I am some sort of bimbo. They have no idea how smart and stuff I am.”
“Right you are Nicole.” Kacie walked in with fresh tea for Nicole and winked at her. She whispered that she’d bring in anther mug soon. Nicole nodded a thank you. “Now let’s get to work. I am going to make some guesses Nicole, and you tell me if I am right or not.”
“Ok.”
“You desperately want to prove yourself to your family, especially to you … father.”
Nicole’s eyes opened wide. “How’d you know Dr. Johnson?”
“A very common trait for young women who are trailblazers within their own family is a successful father who wanted a son, but got a daughter, and never gave her a fair chance to be a success because he assumed she would be, or he even wanted her to be, another housewife, just like every woman in the family that preceded the daughter.”
“Wow. Dr. Johnson, you hit the nail in the head. I mean my dad loves me and was always fair, but also always told me that I had limits due to being a girl. He told me that I could never succeed in business, even with all my good grades and my college degree.”
“Exactly as I suspected. And this is what we in the industry call—sad to say—daddy issues.” Nicole blushed. “That doesn’t mean anything specifically. Rather it is a generalization that suggests that those who have daddy issues put men, particularly those older like your father, on a higher plane and always try to please them.”
Nicole nodded. “I guess I have always tried to please him and really everyone. And yeah, I guess especially my professors and bosses, who have always been men older like my dad.”
“Now this does not mean you have a problem Nicole? No it does not. It isn’t wrong to have … daddy issues. What it means is that you have to face those issues and do the hard work to come to grips with them. They will always be there to some extent. But if you do the hard work, you can use those issues to help yourself rather than hurt your self-esteem.”
“Wow. That’s a relief. But how?”
Kacie walked in with more tea for Nicole. She made a point to lean down very low as she poured it to give Dr. Johnson quite the view. Nicole even saw Kacie’s bare tits dangling as she poured. But something told Nicole that Kacie was not as much of a bimbo as she suspected, since she always seemed to know when to bring in more tea. She had a special knack. Nicole took a big sip and Kacie even topped it off once more before leaving the room. Nicole was in such a good mood. This tea is super tasty and makes me see what Dr. Johnson is saying so well.
He smiled. “You ask an excellent question Nicole. How? How does a girl, a pretty girl, a pretty girl who is happy to show off her body because she has self-confidence, how does such a girl prove to an older man that she is worthwhile?” Nicole nodded. Yes. I want to be worthwhile to my dad, to my professors, to my bosses, even to Dr. Johnson. “There is no one answer that fits every girl. The key is to harness you skills and then see how you can use those skills, even skills that you may not even realize you have, to make men see you as worthy and useful. I am sure you want to be those things Nicole and want to find and use all your inner skills.”
Nicole sat there wide-eyed. “Oh god yes Doctor. I really do. I never thought I might have hidden talents that will make me useful.”
“Every girl does somewhere. Now to find those talents, we can use a series of deep thought-probing exercises. The idea is to find those deep seeded talents that you have and bring them to the forefront so that you can be the useful and talented girl that makes your dad and all the other older men in your life happy with you. I know that is your deepest desire, is it not?”
“Oh yes Dr. Johnson. That is really all I ever wanted—to be seen as someone of value to daddy and all his friends.”
“Excellent. Already I see progress, as I suspect you never really thought how much you wanted to please older men until we found this root of your inner issues, your daddy issues.”
“That’s true doctor. I wasn’t even aware.”
“Well, let’s get to work.” Nicole nodded excitedly, her tits bouncing as she did so. “First, I want you to lay back on the sofa and close your eyes. I know it is a bit of an old trope that someone lays down on a sofa in a psychiatrist office, but it does work.” Nicole smiled and did so. Kacie knocked and walked in with more tea and Nicole gulped it down before laying back down. God, the girl makes good tea.
“Now close your eyes Nicole and let’s concentrate on your father. Picture him in your mind. I have never met the man, but he may be getting a bit older. Perhaps a few too many pounds around his waist. Losing his hair. Greying.” Nicole nodded as she kept her eyes shut. Her dad was losing his hair and what he had was all grey now. He had more than a few too many pounds. He had about 100 too many, all seemingly around his belly. “Now as you picture him, remember, he is the first man who ever loved you and the first man you ever loved. That is why he was always the ideal man to you for as long as you can recall, and why he always will be that ideal man for you. You didn’t see him for his appearance, rather you saw him for a man who cared for you immensely and who you desperately wanted to please. That is why when you see him, and when you see other men like him, you see someone you can trust and someone who you wish to please. Pleasing men like your dad brings you more pleasure than you have ever had. Can you picture that Nicole? Pleasing your dad? Pleasing your professors, your bosses, your doctors. You see that in your mind?”
“Yes, doctor. I do. I want him, I want all of them, to be happy with me.”
“That’s right. And these are the daddy issues at work. Again, these are not bad to have, but issues that you must control and address. And just like we know it is better to dress like a woman, not like a man, so that you can maintain your control and power, it is also better to control your daddy issues by taking them on as they come and satisfying the urges that the issues create. It is best to satisfy your urges than to let them control you. Understand?”
Nicole opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Dr. Johnson. “Ummmm … not really. How do I satisfy my urge to make my dad and other older men happy?” As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but notice how he must be about her dad’s age and was so sexy looking. His bald head. His pot belly—although not as big as her dad’s. His bifocal glasses. The way he talked to her explaining everything in simple terms so even a girl could understand. God, he was a total hot older man.
“Well that is the question Nicole, isn’t it? How does a young attractive girl like you make an older man happy? Certainly older men enjoy looking at younger women. It reminds us of our youth and when all the girls who were available were young and beautiful. Unlike women, who lose their sex drive as they get older, older men retain their drive and so men of any age have a sexual urge that always needs satisfaction. Older men of course enjoy being the object of affection from a younger beautiful girl like yourself.”
Nicole nodded as she thought about how she was already attracted to Dr. Johnson and now it made sense why. He reminds me of daddy and I have always wanted a man like daddy. Now that I am old enough, I could have … Nicole gasped.
“Are you OK my dear?”
Nicole nodded. “Yes. But … I mean … are you saying that older men want to have …” she lowered her voice to a whisper … “sex with me?”
Dr. Johnson laughed. “Nicole. You are such a fascinating young lady. No wonder you are a trailblazer in your family. You are so bright. Yes, of course older men want to have sex with you. They want to have sex with everyone.” He laughed more. “But you are missing the point. Think really hard. You are the one who wants to please your dad, your professors, your bosses. So what does this man?”
Nicole closed her eyes and concentrated. I want to please daddy so bad. I want to make him happy. To see how worthwhile and useful I am. If I want to make a man happy then I must want to … She gasped again. “Oh god. Dr. Johnson! I think I am going to Hell. I want to fuck my dad.”
Dr. Johnson laughed harder. “Oh Nicole. You are quite the character. Of course you are not going to Hell. Every young girl wants to have sex wither dad. But every young girl doesn’t actually do so. But the desire … yes that is there. So you must learn to control that desire by not letting it take over your thoughts.”
“Whew. I thought you were going to say I needed to have sex with my dad.” Nicole laughed too at how silly she was being. Her chest bounced as she laughed harder and harder. Her tits almost popping out of the very non-supportive bra cups. “But how do I control my desire? Otherwise, I might end up crawling into bed with daddy if I get too caught up in it.”
“Well that will have to wait until our next session Nicole. But before you go, take a few minutes of quiet time here. Close your eyes and think about all the ways men can be satisfied by a pretty girl like you and all the ways that you desperately want to please a man until he is so happy with you that he … showers you with affection as if he were icing a cake. I’ll leave and give you 10 minutes of quiet time. Relax. Have some more tea. And just think about being a useful girl. And when you get home, please make some notes on the computer to record your thoughts for our next meeting.” Nicole nodded. Somehow Kacie must have snuck in and placed a fresh mug of tea on the table beside the sofa Nicole was laying on. Mmmmmmmm it was so good.
When she heard the door close, Nicole closed her eyes and laid back, thinking about how much she wants to have sex with her dad, but also her professors, and all her bosses, and even …. oh god … Dr. Johnson. He was staring at me a lot. He saw my big tits. I bet he likes them. I wonder if he would like to slide his big monster cock—all those old men have monster cocks I am sure of it—between my cans. I bet he would love that. Nicole undid a few buttons and placed one hand underneath her blouse over a bra cup. Her nipples were rock hard. God. Please fuck my titties Dr. Johnson. Nicole absent mindedly squeezed her tits together imagining an old big thick cock in between, fucking them. Oh god. I bet I could make him cum and … she giggled … and he could shower me with his affection like he said … his affection … his cum … mmmmmm cum. Men love blowjobs and tit fucks better than anything. I bet they all want that from me. I would make them so happy. Oh god, I want to make older men happy using my mouth and tits until they can cum and …Nicole imagined herself kneeling in front of her own dad. His cock was so big. Almost 5 whole inches. Like huge. His belly so fat as he sat there that even his monster cock was hard to see. Her head in his lap. She was bobbing up and down. The top of her head rubbing on his belly. His cock pounding her hungry mouth. His hand holding her swaying tits. Calling her a good girl. Please daddy, cum in my mouth and tell me how proud you are of me. Please daddy … please …please ….Nicole moaned and her hips started bucking as she was overcome with a massive orgasm.
She slowly stopped moaning and breathing so heavy. She opened her eyes and realized she had opened her blouse completely, her tits were popped out of her bra. Her skirt hiked up and her panties at her knees. One hand squeezing her tits, the other playing with her soaked clit. Oh god. I know what I am. My talents are my tits and my mouth. Dr. Johnson was right. I have hidden talents. Giggle. She blushed as she realized she was still in his office, and partially undressed. She quickly slid up her panties and buttoned up her blouse, forgetting to tuck her tits away into her bra cups. She sat up and walked out the door. Dr. Johnson was sitting at Kacie’s desk, his eyes closed as he leaned back in her chair. Kacie wasn’t there but Nicole was sure she heard Kacie’s voice or some sort of sound she would make, somewhere close.
“Thanks for the quiet time Dr. Johnson, you gave me lots to think about. I apprecia …” Nicole saw a head in his lap. Then it disappeared before coming back up and then back down. She smiled and blushed. Kacie has the same hidden talents. “… errrr, I mean … see you … ummmm … tomorrow.” Nicole rushed out the door before he said a word. How embarrassing. Maybe Kacie has daddy issues too. He must be helping her and … oh god, I wish he would help me.
Nicole went home and wentto her computer to record her thoughts. She got lost however and just stared at the screen At 10pm, she blinked and realized she was staring at the screen for hours. She was wearing only her garter belt and stockings and heels. Her chair had a big wet spot. All she could think about was Kacie giving Dr. Johnson a blowjob and herself giving her own dad one and also to all his friends and how she wished she had Kacie’s job so she could blow Dr. Johnson and …
Oh god, Nicole closed her eyes as she thought about all the old men she needed to blow. She put on a sheer nightie to cover her tits somewhat and ran down the hall of her apartment to Mr. Wilson, an old retired man. She knocked and knocked until he finally opened his door. He wiped his eyes. She must have woken him. “I’m sorry for waking you Mr. Wilson, I just need this, really bad.” Before he could say a word, she dropped to her knees and opened his robe and took his cock in her mouth.
Nicole walked back to her apartment smiling as Mr. Wilson waved goodbye and thanked her. God, I really needed that. Old cock is the best cock to suck on. She slept deep and dreamt of kneeling under a desk at her dad’s office sucking off every man that worked for him. When she woke up, she dressed in light green lingerie with yellow stockings. She wore a plaid pleated schoolgirl skirt and a white button up shirt that she buttoned only to the middle of her chest. She rushed off to Dr. Johnson’s office hoping she could get in early.
When she got there, Kacie was sitting at her desk as usual, although there was a big glob of white stuff on her face and in her hair. Kacie looked super happy and Nicole realized … oh god, he came on her face. She is so lucky.
Kacie smiled. “You’re early. But maybe you can help me.”
“Sure. What’s up?” God, please let her say that she wants my help blowing Dr. Johnson, please.
“Dr. Johnson has a meeting and we have to set up the tables. Like all the paperwork and stuff, plus getting the men ready for the meeting.”
“Ok. What do you mean get them ready for the meeting?”
Kacie giggled and she led Nicole to a conference room. Once inside the room, Kacie handed Nicole some paperwork. “Just place a set of the paperwork at each chair. Then just do what I do.” Nicole nodded and took half the paperwork from Kacie and they each walked around the table in different directions placing a set of papers at each chair. Kacie then rolled out the last chair, knelt down, being sure to raise her skirt up over her hips, exposing her light green lingerie—just like Nicole was wearing, although Kacie’s stockings were bright orange and her skirt was a different type of plaid. She then crawled under the table and pulled the chair back in. Nicole smiled. I know what she’s up to. She did the same as Kacie. Kacie placed a finger to her lips to tell Nicole to be quiet and then they waited.
After a few minutes they heard the door open and two men walked inside. They were talking. “Yeah, that’s right. She was a ‘doctor’ but now she is just a secretary.”
“But how does he do it?”
“I have no idea. But I am just glad to contribute to his efforts. I mean have you had the pleasure of ‘doctor’ Gordon yet? She has monster cans and can make you see stars.”
“Really? Maybe I’ll get her today. Although I heard he now is working on the daughter of one of the city’s biggest fish.”
“Really?”
“Yup, that’s what I hear through the grapevine. Apparently she has even bigger flesh puppies than the good ‘doctor’ Gordon and lots of enthusiasm.”
“But whose daughter. I can think of a few SOBs in town who deserve to have their daughter become one of his ‘office girls.’”
Nicole smiled. I wonder what they are talking about. But more, why is Kacie bouncing so excitedly under the table. I thought we were trying to be quiet. Maybe she …
A chair pulled away from where Kacie knelt and one of the men sat down. Kacie immediately undid his fly and pulled out a cock that had lots of grey hairs all around it and engulfed it in her mouth. Nicole heard the man gasp in pleasure and place his hands on Kacie’s head calling her a good girl. Wow, Kacie is getting to suck cock to help with her daddy issues and … Another chair pulled out, right where Nicole was kneeling. Oh my god. He expects me to … and I have daddy issues too … and otherwise I will want to fuck my dad which would be totally wrong, so I need to … Of course! Dr. Johnson was right. I have to take control of my issues and ease my desire by satisfying old men like the man sitting in front to of me. Nicole got to work.
The man soon was grunting as he unloaded all over Nicole’s face. Nicole moaned in pleasure as she could feel her daddy issues get better as her panties got wetter from making an old man cum on her face. She was really understanding her therapy much better now. Still, she did think of blowing her dad while the man was pounding her mouth. Maybe she needs …
Another man sat down next to the man she just gave a blowjob to. Nicole didn’t hesitate. She knew this was the way to take away her desires to fuck her dad. She pulled the man’s pants down to his knees so she had better access to his heavy hairy balls. God, she loved sucking on hairy balls, especially like these, with so many grey hairs. She even guided the man’s hand down to cup over her tits which was super helpful because he then unbuttoned anther button on her blouse and pulled her tits out of her bra cup s and expertly played with her aching titties. Nicole knew he must like her tits because she heard him say “These are the biggest pieces of tit meat I have ever held. Reminds me of that one girl … what’s his name’s daughter, who always wore a bikini at parties at his house.”
The man Kacie was sucking off said, “Oh yeah. I remember her. She seemed like she wasn’t nearly as smart as she thought. Like we all knew she would eventually become someone’s fuck toy.”
“Yeah, but what was her name? Her dad? I can picture them.”
Nicole was so busy bobbing her mouth up and down and feeling the man’s hands on her tits that she couldn’t think of who she must remind these men of. The girl sounds like a ditz, whoever she is. Not a smart girl like me. I bet these guys think I’m some sort of cocksucking bimbo who … oh god … Nicole started getting wetter as she thought about how these men think she must be a bimbo and how much she loves cock in her mouth and hands on her tits and … he’s pinching my nipples … oh fuck … she moaned loudly as she came hard and soon felt the surge of cum spurting in her mouth too. She gobbled up as much as she could, but her moaning caused her mouth to open too much and lots of yummy creamy cum dribbled down her chin over her tits and onto her stockings and … fuck … I’m cumming again …
The man yelled over to his friend, “Messer’s kid! Nicky or something like that. Big tits, even when she was young. Yeah, I heard she was his next one.”
“Fuck! I would totally fuck her dumb face and especially those big fucking tits.”
Nicole moaned loudly not quite hearing the men as she came down from yet another massive orgasm. She did hear them say “Messer,” which was funny since that was her last name too.
Nicole looked over at Kacie, who had her own fingers in her snatch as she was sucking off another man. Kacie was clearly enjoying this as much as Nicole was. Nicole used her tits to fuck the next guy’s cock and insisted he cum all over her face. The next man, she asked if he could fuck her on the table, and he nicely obliged, telling her that she was the dumbest cocksleeve he ever met, which was a super nice compliment because Nicole knew she was tricking him into thinking she was just a cum hungry bimbo. She wanted to tell him how she tricked him, but when he said he was going to cum and would prefer her mouth, she had no time to talk as a cock was filling her face with another load of cum. She laid on the table and had her head dangle off the edge as she fucked her face that way, shooting his cream into her mouth. He even held her tits and grabbed them hard as he did so, which caused Nicole to cum again because she secretly loved having her tits played with and fucked and talked about and used and stuff.
When the man pulled out, he left a string of cum from her lips to her forehead and called her a slut and left the room. Nicole moaned and then rolled off the table. Kacie was laying on the floor, wearing only her stockings and garter belt, both of which had cum globs on them, just like there was all over the rest of her body. Nicole giggled, as it was funny, given that she was basically the same, although she was able to at least keep her heels on too. All the men were gone, and Nicole tried counting how many cocks she had, but since counting was math and girls are no good with math, she didn’t know. All she knew was that this definitely helped her daddy issues.
She looked at the clock and saw her session with Dr. Johnson would start soon. She ran to the ladies room to try and clean up. Her lingerie was a mess, so she took it all off. She then slipped on her skirt and blouse. Her tits were clearly visible through her top, but at least she didn’t have on a cum stained bra. She then walked to his office and he was waiting for her with a big smile.
“I understand you helped Kacie this morning Nicole. That is much appreciated.”
She blushed. “Oh. Ummmmm … yeah. I was early and thought I could help her since there were so many guys that had to have their coc… or so much to do.”
“Well I appreciate it Nicole. Now let’s get to work on your therapy. Have you thought about your daddy issues more and what you think is most helpful?”
Nicole smiled. “Oh yes, doctor. In fact, I kinda think I know exactly what I need to do, but I just don’t know if I can do everything to help with my daddy issues and hold a job in business.”
“Hmmmmmm. I can see that. Unless you had a job that combined the two.”
“Really? There’s a job that lets me do my … therapy?”
“Of course Nicole. In fact, I have an opening here as Kacie is so busy and just can’t handle all the work I have for her despite her efforts.”
“You mean I could work for you?”
“Well first I would put you through an interview, but yes, if you pass, I could see you working under me.”
Nicole giggled. I could work under his desk. “Wow. I would love that Dr. Johnson. When can I interview?”
“How about now?”
“Wow! OK!!!”
“First, like any job interview, you’ll have to undo your blouse as everyone knows that baring your soul is part of any decent interview.”
Nicole thought hard … well as hard as she could … “Oh yeah, of course. I have heard of that, obviously. But … ummmmm ….”
“Yes?” He smiled, staring at her tits through her thin top.
“I … ummmmm … forgot … yeah … forgot to wear a bra today.”
“Well let’s pretend you have one on and just undo your top anyway.”
“Ok. That makes sense. It’s like I have one on, even if I don’t. Right?”
“Exactly Nicole. You are one smart girl.”
Nicole giggled as she stood up and undid her top and let it fall. Her bare tits were exposed and her hard nipples somehow got harder.
“Good girl. Now as you know, any girl who wants a job takes a computer based personality test to see to it that she is competent to do the tasks. Otherwise, I might end up with some dumb big titted cocksucking bimbo working for me. He laughed and Nicole joined in, her tits bouncing along. He is right. It is ok to look like a bimbo but it’s like totally bad to be a bimbo.
“OK. So like how do I pass the test?”
“Well we do it on a computer so it is unbiased. Follow me.” He led her down the hall to a computer lab. “Have a seat Nicole.” She sat down and smiled up at the great doctor. God, I hope I get to work for him. “We use the latest technology to help each girl. It is simple enough. You go through a bunch of questions on a computer screen. It’s sort of like a personality test in that there are no right and wrong answers, only illumination at the end. Shall we start?” Nicole nodded excitedly, her tits bouncing more.
He started the program on the computer and stood there, overlooking as it would be bad if she didn’t understand something because she was just a girl and stuff. He helped her put on the headphones to assist her too. Pretty music played with a nice voice reminding her how she was right to show off her body and titties so that men could stare.
Nicole followed the prompts and entered some biographical info to identify her—name, age, address, etc. Then the screen flashed and Nicole stared ahead for a long time. Then the first question was about to pop up. The first question asked Nicole about her preferred sexual encounter. Male or female. She chose male. Then she was asked of her preferred type of sex. She was offered several choices including missionary, cow girl, reverse cow girl, doggie, anal, giving oral sex, receiving oral sex, and even tit fucking. The question went on to state that if none of her favorites were present, she should pick her favorite from this group. Nicole blushed but knew this was a scientific study, so these questions were fair.
Nicole started to click “missionary,” but the computer flashed and told her that this was an error. She tried several times and soon enough “missionary” was no longer even on the list. She then tried to pick “cow girl” and had the same problems. Once “cow girl” disappeared from the list, so did all the other choices, except “blow job,” and even that choice changed to “blow job with the guy cumming all over my face and tits while calling me a slut.”
Nicole blushed more. She had given head a few times and hated it, well expect the times today and the time with Mr. Wilson down the hall yesterday. But that was different because those were all old men helping her with daddy issues. She still hated regular blowjobs. She also knew that as a professional woman she would never let a guy cum on her body, especially her face … well expect last night and today but then again, it was more therapy than sex. And she hated being called names, except when it was therapy and she was tricking a guy into underestimating her and thinking she was a cocksucking big titted bimbo slut, when she was actually smart and things and stuff, and stuff and things, and … other stuff too.
Still, it was the only choice. So Nicole clicked that choice and soon the screen flashed and the headphones started making a noise. Nicole suddenly felt warm all over and very happy like she had a cup of Kacie’s tea. When the screen then started showing that she chose the best answer for any girl who wants true success, she felt even better. As if the thoughts were being put in her brain from the headphones, which she knew could not possibly be true, Nicole started to think how much she loved sucking cock and letting a guy cum on her face and tits and call her a slut because it made her so useful. She also remembered that she felt pretty when she had big white globs of cum on her body because when she feels useful, she feels pretty. Yes, I do love blowjobs so much. I must be one of those girls who cums when she has cock in her mouth. Maybe I have a special sex organ in my throat or something.
The computer then asked her more questions. She was asked how long she had secretly desired to blow any man over the age of 50 while hoping that being an old man cocksucker would make the man like her since she was way too dumb to be liked for any other reason. Her choices were “as long as she could remember,” or “like forever.” Nicole knew from Dr. Johnson that there were no wrong answers, but this was weird, because both were right answers. She chose “like forever” because it sounded sillier and she knew how old men loved silly girls who gave head. The computer flashed again and she was told she is on her way to being super useful. She was asked if she’d like to get a special reward before she goes on to answer more questions. Nicole clicked “yes,” although that was the only choice. Still is was definitely the right choice. The computer then told her that her answers so far were such good answers that she may be eligible for a private “meet and greet” with a local businessman but she needed to provide proof of her potential usefulness by standing up and undressing to her stockings and garter belt and posing for a special identifying photograph.
Wow. A special meet and greet AND a special identifying photograph. I must be really nailing this test. Nicole immediately stood up and faced the camera on the computer and quickly undressed. She pulled off her white blouse and dropped her plaid pleated skirt. The computer started flashing telling her to undress more slowly. Nicole nodded and faced the camera and slowly undid her bra. She then slid off the shoulder straps and then slowly let it fall off her tits. She smiled at the camera and could tell it was taking lots of pictures, so she dropped the bra and softly cupped her tits and then decided that maybe she should pinch her nipples, so she did. Oh god. I wish Dr. Johnson could see how useful I am being. I wish he was still here in the lab watching me. She moaned as she could feel how excited she was getting. It must be the idea of a real meet and greet with an important man. Nicole then slowly bent down making sure her titties swayed as she slid down her panties. She was glad she neatly trimmed herself this morning so that she had a nice pretty little patch. Once her panties fell, she slowly stood back up, letting her hand brush against her naked pussy before she returned to cupping her tits for the best ID picture ever.
The computer flashed that the picture was successful and that her meet and greet was pending approval from a special group off businessmen who were able to identify talented useful young ladies. Nicole clapped and jumped excitedly before she sat back down. She hoped her next answers would really make a difference in proving how useful she could be.
The computer then told her that a useful girl would be able to use one hand to answer questions while she attended to her needs with her other hand. Nicole blushed. It even knows how wet I have been getting. She nodded and slid her left hand down to slowly and softly touch herself “down there” while she answered the next questions. The computer asked her whether she would prefer to have the next man who walked into the room, whoever it may be, tell her that she was a totally fuckable slut and then fuck her until she came, or whether she would rather have him fuck her from behind before telling her what a dumb fucking whore she was tuning into. God, what a hard question. Both answers are correct. I wish having a man come in and just shove his cock in my mouth were a choice. I really need one right now to suck on. Maybe Dr. Johnson would like it if I … oh god. He is my doctor, not some great looking older man who can help me with my daddy issues by sliding his thick cock between my lips and slowly thrusting it in and out until he came all over my face to prove what a useful dumb little slut I am. Nicole moaned as her one hand fingered herself slowly as she totally did not think of Dr. Johnson holding her head in his big strong hands as he used her mouth for a fuck toy until he just had to cum all over her big tits. Oh god, it is so wrong for a patient to do that to her doctor but … Nicole shut her eyes tight as she felt her pussy getting closer, closer, closer … Dr. Johnson calling her a dumb little whore who is only good for one thing as he shoot his load all over my … oh god yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Nicole moaned loudly as she brought herself to the best orgasm she ever had in her life. Her hips bucking in the chair. One hand cupping her tits, the other pressing hard on her clit as she came over and over and over …
Nicole slowly came back and giggled. Oh my god. I can’t believe I did that here in the computer lab. What if Dr. Johnson or Kacie came in and saw me? They would think I am just a dumb college slut. Giggle. Maybe I am not dumb, just like Kacie isn’t dumb. I bet she dresses that way so she can get Dr. Johnson’s cock as much as she wants. She must be a genius.
Nicole realized that forgot to even answer the question, so she chose the second choice, having the next man that sees her fuck her from behind and then call her a dumb fucking whore after he cums. The computer told her to stand and bend forward and think hard about how much she would love that. Nicole nodded, stood and bent forward. She must have a really good imagination, because she suddenly felt like a cock was sliding inside her soaked pussy from behind. She even imagined hearing the “man” grunt and hold her hips and hammer away. Nicole’s imagination was so good, she even bumped her head into the computer screen several times as she was being “fucked” from behind. Suddenly she imagined a loud grunt and she could like really feel jizz shooting inside her which made her cum too. Then she heard an imagined voice calling her a dumb whore. It even sounded like Dr. Johnson’s voice. Wow, this therapy really has my imagination working strong.
Nicole then looked back at the computer and she saw it flickering before it told her that she had been accepted for a meet and greet the next day and that Dr. Johnson would help her prepare for this great career opportunity. She was told to leave her bra and panties off but to slide her blouse and skirt back on.
Once Nicole did as she was told like a good girl, the computer shut off and Dr. Johnson was standing there smiling at her. “I understand the test went well Nicole.”
Wow, I didn’t even notice him walk back in. Then she saw his cock was out, and kinda wet and drippy. She giggled thinking how funny it is that old men forget to pull up their fly sometimes. She was glad he didn’t see her naked like I was and when I was playing with my clit and stuff, and pretending to be fucked from behind, although maybe he would have fucked me then … god that would have been great. “Oh yeah. I think I totally passed. But I think I know how to best prove to you to hire me.”
“Oh?”
Nicole smiled and knelt down and took his soft gooey cock into her mouth. It took a while, but she eventually made him super hard and made him cum on her tits. She was right—she got the job.
The next day, Nicole dressed for her first day as an assistant to Dr. Johnson. She decided to wear her purple lingerie, with yellow stockings. Because she was now a professional, she wore her prettiest skirt, which was only long enough to barely cover her panties, and her super tight top that was cut below her bra cups. She knew her first assignment was to provide some relaxation therapy for some local businessmen, as Dr. Johnson had other appointments. Some of the men she would see even worked at her dad’s office. Then she had her “meet and greet” with another local businessman that she remembered from him coming to daddy’s parties at the house. She started planning for how she would trick him into underestimating her but letting him use her big titties until he came all over them. As she thought about her day coming up, she came sitting there, putting on her heels, thinking how excited she was to have a job that was in business but would help with her daddy issues. She knew she would always have to work on them. She slipped on her special ID badge that showed her in stockings and a garter belt, with cum dripping off her nose and chin. And even though her panties were already soaked, there was no time to change them now. She hurried off to work as a real life business woman.