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I’m Dr. P. Ervert of Taboo Care Therapy. As you can see, I am well trained to care for your taboo therapy needs. It's my specialty.

After sacrificing the best years of my early twenties to my college education, I couldn't help getting extremely wet when treating my male patients. I was so happy to open my therapy clinic, but the lack of sex in my life really made me weak. It's like they sensed my depraved sexual submission and knew just what to do and say to make me forget that I have a job to do. 

This became a major problem for me as you could imagine. They began to compliament my small atheltic body, and asked if my breasts were real. Once they knew my tits were fake, they began to flirt even harder for me to show them or let them touch them out of curiosity. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but give them what they really wanted.

Instead of providing therapy and counseling to these married men, I found myself unbuttoning my blouse, pulling up my skirt and pulling my panties to the side, presenting my holes for inspection - something I've never done before. Soon, I'd feel my male patient's sliding their hard married cocks deep inside of me. The moment one of my patient's fucked me is the day everything changed.At first, it was just sex. Some patient's had much bigger cocks than my husband, leaving my pussy so swollen I just couldn't have sex at home. I blamed my lack of interest on being stressed from work, which was mostly true. I also just felt so guilty, but the sex was just so good. 

Over time, sex with my patients became more extreme. Some would pull the condom off, fuck me raw, and leave me overflowing with their cum. Others began to verbally abuse me. There were even sadists who would bring literally torture devices, like nipple clamps and pussy clamps, with them and relish in my fear and pain. 

Week after week, while their wive's think their husband's are working on their marriage in therapy, these married men were blackmailing me to suck and fuck them. They threated to out me to the medical board for unethical behavior and tell my husband what a disgusting whore I've become. 

It's gotten so out of hand because now my office is filled with these men waiting their turn to put me on my knees and shove their cock down my throat. It's hard to feel like much of a therapist when every male patient I see treats me as his personal cum deposit. It's like I've become nothing more than an available hole to fuck.

It's hard for me even to admit the twisted things they make me do and say. Everyday, my limits are pushed and there is nothing I can do about it. I just have to shut up and take the abuse, or else everyone finds out just what kind of "therapist" I really am. 

Eventhough it's been hard for me to swallow my new reality, I've come to realize that I am providing these men with the therapy they truly need. Sure, I could have listen to their problems, but maybe I am better off just letting them have their way with me. I've learned to love it and I can't get enough. I'm always looking forward to the next to show me what kind of man he really is, just so he can remind me of the hole I've become.