Any Little Thing Can Help

    Paloma pulled up to the curb and checked her phone. She had just been called for a house call, an emergency session with a new patient. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and adjusted her skirt, glancing up at the quaint suburban home where she would be spending the next hour. She knocked twice and waited, hearing footsteps shuffle toward the door.

    “Paloma?” The man who opened the door was short and round, with a scowl on his face. “You’re the therapist my mom hired?”

    “That’s me,” Paloma said, smiling warmly. “And you must be Melvin. Nice to meet you.”

    Melvin grunted and turned away, leaving Paloma to follow him down a long hallway and into a cluttered bedroom. The walls were lined with posters of scantily clad women, and the floor was covered in dirty clothes and empty soda cans. Paloma tried not to wrinkle her nose as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.

    “So, Melvin,” she began, crossing her legs and leaning forward. “Your mom tells me you’ve been having some issues with anger towards women?”

    Melvin snorted. “Yeah, you could say that. They’re all just a bunch of whores, anyway. They don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

    Paloma raised an eyebrow. “That’s a very negative view, Melvin. Can you tell me why you feel that way?”

    Melvin shrugged. “I just do. They’re all the same. Bitchy and selfish. I don’t need them.”

    Paloma nodded, listening carefully. She could sense the anger simmering just below the surface, and she knew she had her work cut out for her. “But Melvin, what if I told you that I was here to help you? That I was willing to do anything to make sure you felt better?”

    Melvin’s scowl softened a bit. “Anything?”

    Paloma nodded, her heart racing. She knew what she was suggesting was unconventional, but she was willing to do whatever it took to help this man. “Anything,” she repeated.

    Melvin’s eyes lit up, and he grinned. “Well, in that case…” He stood up and began to undress, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. Paloma tried not to stare as he revealed his flabby body, his small dick hanging limply between his legs.

    “I want to sit on your face,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “While you jack me off. I want to cum on your bald cunt.”

    Paloma’s heart skipped a beat. She had never done anything like this before, but she was willing to try. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, her pussy glistening with wetness, visible under her dress’s short skirt. 

    Melvin climbed on top of her, his fat ass smothering her face. Paloma tried not to gag as he began to grind against her, his dick hardening against her tits. She reached around and began to stroke him, her fingers slick with his pre-cum.

    Melvin moaned, his body shaking with pleasure. Paloma could feel his dick twitching in her hand, and she knew he was close. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, plunging it up into his asshole with all the force she could muster. Exploring, twisting and probing her tongue up his hole, as far as she could reach, she made out with his asshole like a highschool lover. 

    Melvin groaned and came, his hot load spilling onto Paloma’s open, wet pussy. Paloma could feel its sticky wetness drip down her folds. 

    Melvin rolled off of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Paloma sat up, her pussy still wet and wanting. She smiled at Melvin, her eyes shining with gratitude.

    “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft. “I hope that helped you feel better.”

    Melvin nodded, his eyes wide with wonder. “It did,” he said, his voice shaking. “It really did.”

    Paloma stood up and adjusted her skirt, glancing at the clock. Her hour was up, and she knew it was time to go. She smiled at Melvin one last time before heading for the door.

    “I’ll see you next week,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “We’ll keep working together until you’re feeling better.”

    Melvin nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. Paloma turned and walked out the door, her heart racing with excitement. She had never done anything like that before, but she knew it was something she would never forget. She couldn’t wait to see what the future held

kisses – Paloma