"It wasn't until I found myself sitting alone in the lunch room, slowly peeling open the apple pie, while I felt the erection growing in my pants that I began to suspect that I was obsessed. I mean, yes, my libido disappeared whenever the vending machine ran out of apple pies, and I did have the most incredibly satisfying, yet dangerous sex of my life right there in the lunch room as I smeared bits of apple pie over my two lovers and I, but it just seemed like just a spontaneous thing."
The doctor peered over his reading glasses at me and asked, "So why do you suppose sitting in the lunchroom with an erection finally made you realize you were obsessed?"
The desk lamp illuminated the doctor's bald head, making it look like his beady eyes peeked out from under a halo. I wondered about this man, about his credentials as a psychiatrist. "Tell me again about the sign on your door," I said, turning my head and nodding over my shoulder.
"I have Occupational Therapist under my name because that is my title with the company and while it is true I specialize in physical therapy, I also am a licensed psychologist."
"Psychologist, not psychiatrist," I said slowly and distinctly.
"In your case, the distinction is not important, what is important is that we look into this obsession between sex and apple pies."
"So you diagnose it as an obsession?"
"Fun sexual antics, even with co-workers, are one thing but you have to agree you crossed the line here."
The doctor was right, I had crossed the line. Sitting in the lunchroom on a lonely Saturday morning I pondered what to do as I sat with an apple pie in my right hand and an incredible bulge between my legs. Images of my pie filling lubricated fist sliding up and down over my throbbing cock began running through my mind when she walked in.
It was innocent enough, not realizing my turgid predicament, the older woman walked up to the vending machine, pondered her choices, fed several coins into the slot and then made her selection. Immediately attracted by her beautiful silver hair, I let my eyes slowly amble down her body.
She was obviously thirty, perhaps forty years older than me, she did appear to be in good shape, and as she bent over, her ass formed a wonderful curve. Holding my pie out over the table, I watched a bit of filling dangle from the end. From my angle, the filling appeared to dangle sensuously over her ass and when a glistening bit dripped to the table, I knew I had to act.
Moving up behind her, I let my bulging cock brush against her beautiful, full ass. She immediately stood up straight and turned to face me. "I beg your pardon," she gasped indignantly.
I stood before her, a pitiful sight, holding an apple pie with my erection poking straight out from my pants. "Excuse me... I... I..." I mumbled, searching for an excuse or at least an explanation for my actions, but I was too far gone... I merely reached out my free hand and cupped her breast.
Closing my eyes, I fully expected a well deserved slap across my face, but instead, I felt a hand gently grab the bulge in my pants. I opened my eyes to find her working to unfasten my belt.
"You better be ready to use that thing," she growled. "Damn, I haven't felt anything his hard in decades."
She then released me and backing up to the table, she hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panty hose and panties and opened her legs. I looked down at her and although some of the skin on her thighs was loose and veined, her pussy blossomed in a glistening pink that promised a wet softness I had to explore.
Still holding my apple pie, I worked my cock out of my pants and penguin walked up between her legs. She expertly guided my cock into her wet cunt with an urgency that surprised me. Wrapping her legs around me, she pulled me into her with a loud groan.
I didn't expect her to be as wet as she was, but my cock slipped into her soft pussy with amazing ease. Her legs acted as a spring, letting me withdraw a bit from her and then clamping on me driving my cock deep into her hungry hole.
Reaching down, I unbuttoned her blouse and grabbed her bra, pulling it up over her breasts. They laid flat on her chest, the skin sagging slightly, but her dark nipples pointed upward. I held the pie over her and squeezed it, watching the crumbs and filling ooze out between my fingers and slop onto her breasts. Both hands went wild over her, spreading the pie filling over both breasts, coating those perky nipples with the sugary mess, and kneading the pliant skin.
My thrusts and the sugary attention at her breasts, drove her over the edge and she arched her back and came, groaning loudly. I drove myself deep into her pussy and then paused my motion, feeling the pulsations from deep within her. Her legs relaxed the iron grip she had around my ass, and I eased my cock out of her.
Her pussy had felt incredible, but the glistening remnants of the pie that coated her breasts beckoned me. I pulled off my pants and crawled up over her, straddling her chest. Figuring out my intentions she looked up and taunted me, "I need a little whipped cream with my apple pie, you gonna give me some."
I could only grunt as my cock flopped onto her gooey chest and I began thrusting against her. She reached up and moved her breasts so they formed a perfect canal where my cock slid back and forth. Feeling my shaft slide between her slippery breasts, feeling the chunks of apple roll and tumble between us and sensing the warm, sticky mess coat my balls I began to feel a bit dizzy as I got closer and closer.
"Come on, give me that cream," the woman urged me as she let her fingers wrap around my balls as they thrust forward against her. Her fingernails lightly scratched the wrinkled skin of my sac as I pulled back, a sensation that sent a chill through me. I grunted again as I felt an incredible surge jolt through me and I...
"What the hell is going on here?"
Turning my head, I stared at the enraged face of my boss as my hard cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of my cream onto the face and open mouth of his wife. Her hands continued stroking my shaft, her tongue slurping up the cum that splashed over her.
I tried to leap off of her, but her arms clamped down on my thighs and she held me there, her hands still milking the last of the cum from my cock. Looking down at her, I watched her dip the tip of her tongue into my tiny, milky hole. Her beaming smile sealed my fate.
I wasn't fired, demoted, or even reprimanded; I was merely directed to get some psychiatric help for my "problem". So here I sit in an uncomfortable chair and talk to a beady-eyed, bald occupational therapist about sex and apple pies. Relieved at keeping my job, I vowed to stay away from the bosses wife, but...
"You do agree you crossed the line?"
"Yes, yes of course," I answered the doctor, nodding my head vigorously.
"Well, that is a good start, I think your realization of the problem will aid us in treating it. It becomes a question of restraint and reinforcement, don't you agree?"
"I guess," I replied.
"Okay, we will talk more next week, in the meantime, I want you working on your restraint, you remember the drill?"
"Twice a day I walk past the lunchroom, but I don't go in."
"Exactly! We will try this for a few weeks and then we can work on something a bit harder."
"But what about lunch?"
"Lunch?"
"Yes, what do I do at lunchtime if I can't go in the lunch room?"
"Simple, you go out to eat... ah yes, that reminds me, Mrs. Alworth left a message. Now where is that message... oh yes, here it is. She says she wants to have lunch with you, she left her cell phone number."
"Mrs. Alworth?"
"Yes, yes, I believe she is..."
"The bosses wife, yes. But what about..."
"Perfect therapy. You skip the lunchroom and go out to eat. You also get support from someone you had drawn into your obsession, it seems perfect."
"Perfect?"
"Yes, perfect. And now out time is up."
My hands trembled as I opened the door and stepped out of his office. I walked away in a daze, the only thing I could think of was the sweet taste of apple pie. |
