Hello. My name is Joanna, and I'm a Fellatioholic.
I know what you're thinking—what's a Fellatioholic? That one's obvious—it's someone who's addicted to cocksucking. That's how I put it to my new therapist, Doctor Danvers.
"You see, Doctor," I said to him, "my problem is—that is, what I wanted to discuss with you today, is—well—I'm addicted to cocksucking."
"Go on, please," he replied. Typical Doctor talk.
"It's like, whenever I see a man's cock, I have to have it in my mouth. I have to! Even seeing the bulge in a man's slacks gets me thinking about it. If you knew how many times I've been caught staring—and when my boyfriend takes down his pants, I'm just drawn in like a magnet! I can't think about anything else but wrapping my lips around his dick and sucking it as long and as hard as I can! I'd rather suck him off than fuck him! Have you ever heard of anything like this before, Doctor?"
"And you think this is a problem?" he said.
"Well—" I replied, "yeah, sort of. I mean, my girlfriends say I shouldn't give head so easily. For example, Dianne—she's one of my friends—says she doesn't give her guy head unless he takes her on two dinner dates and a chick flick. And another friend says she doesn't give it up unless it's his birthday—and only then if she gets a really good present from him on her birthday."
"That's what your friends think. What matters is—what do you think?"
"Well—there is one big problem I have with fellatio."
"And that is?"
"It's—it's the semen," I told him. "It doesn't taste very good, does it?"
"You have a point there," he replied.
I admit, I was surprised at that one. "You know what it tastes like?"
"We all get curious from time to time, don't we?"
"It just spoils the whole thing for me," I continued. "I've got my man's cock in my mouth, and I'm enjoying how hard it is and how it just fills everything up, and then he lets go and there's this—this yuck all in my mouth. And I get all disgusted because I can't just spit it out cause that would get it on the bedsheets, and that would be even more disgusting, and—and—I just don't know what to do."
"Have you considered using a condom for oral sex?" he said to me.
"I've tried that a couple of times—but latex doesn't taste much better than cum, even when it's flavored latex."
I watched the doctor as he pondered my problem for a long moment. The suspense was killing me, wondering what he was thinking.
"Is—is there anything you can do to help me, Doctor?"
"Actually, there is," he replied. "There's a technique called 'guided relaxation' which I believe will help you to modify your attitudes towards fellatio so that you can have a more satisfying sex life. It should work for you, provided your mind is open enough to be receptive to my suggestions. Would you like to try it?"
"Very well," he said, who then took a penlight out of his pocket and switched it on. He pointed the beam at my forehead, and I focused my attention on it like, automatically. And as I stared into the light, he spoke to me in a deep, pleasing voice—
"Now just relax—and give me your complete attention. Take a deep breath—and hold it for a count of one. . .two. . .three. . .four. . .five. . .and let it out. Now another deep breath—hold it for a count of one. . .two. . .three. . .four. . .five. . .and let it out. Keep breathing deeply, letting deep, peaceful relaxation flow through every part of your body as you focus your eyes on the light—the soft, bright light—and you sit and you let yourself become more and more relaxed. . ."
I was amazed at how easily I was relaxing. Just listening to the doctor's voice—his deep, pleasing voice—and staring into the soft, bright light—I could feel my body just drift away, as though I was floating through space, or something like that. I was feeling especially relaxed by the light the doctor was holding—it was so soft, so bright, and it seemed to become more softer, more brighter the longer I stared at it, the more it filled my vision. Now I was concerned for a little bit when the light seemed to disappear—then I realized it was because my eyes had closed. That was all right—I could just sit in my nice, comfortable chair with my eyes closed and relax. . relax. . . relax. . .
I could have sat there all day, if Dr. Danvers had let me. But then I heard him speaking to me in my deeply relaxed state—
"Joanna—I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to think carefully about the answer. Now there is no right or wrong to this--just answer openly and honestly when you tell me--What is your favorite fruit?"
That was easy. "Bananas." I likely would have gone with hot dogs or cucumbers, if he'd asked me about my favorite food. Or popsicles, if he'd asked about my favorite dessert. But a nice, big juicy banana—I can never get enough of those.
"Joanna," I heard him say, "I want you to listen to me very carefully. I'm going to say some phrases to you which I want you to repeat after I say them to you. As you repeat these phrases you will come to believe that they are thoroughly, completely, and absolutely the truth as you have always known it to be. Do you understand?"
"Yes—I thoroughly, completely, and absolutely understand."
"Very good. Now sit up straight in your chair, please, relaxing even further as you do so."
I straightened up in her chair just as the doctor suggested. I could feel my eyelids still closed over my eyes, and my breathing remained deep and steady, and I could feel my tits—did I mention I have these really nice, big tits? Well, I do—almost busting out of the top of my dress each time I inhaled.
But I didn't mind. I was so deeply relaxed that I would have done anything the doctor told me. Anything.
"Now—repeat after me. 'My favorite flavor is banana cream.'"
I heard myself say the words. "My favorite flavor is banana cream."
"'I truly love banana cream.'"
"I truly love banana cream."
"'Banana cream is just like a dream.'"
"Banana cream is just like a dream."
"'Semen tastes exactly like banana cream.'"
"Semen tastes exactly like banana cream." Wait—what was that last one?
"Is everything all right, Joanna?"
He must have seen me wince, or something. "Does semen really taste like banana cream?"
"It certainly does," he replied. "And in your relaxed mind, you know that to be thoroughly, completely and absolutely true—don't you?"
Yes—he was right. I did know it to be thoroughly, completely and absolutely true, now that he suggested it to me. How could I have missed it before?
"Now then, Joanna—I want you to repeat all those phrases I just suggested to you. Repeat them all together twenty times. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." And I did.
"My favorite flavor is banana cream. I truly love banana cream. Banana cream is just like a dream. Semen tastes exactly like banana cream. My favorite flavor is banana cream—"
I said everything twenty times, just like the doctor told me to. My mouth was getting a little dry at the end, but that was all right—the more I said the phrases, the less dubious they sounded, and the more I knew them to be thoroughly, completely and absolutely true—just as I had always known them to be. I let out a deep sigh as I finished, and felt myself become more deeply relaxed as I waited for the doctor's next suggestion.
"Joanna—I want you to listen to me. I've taken the liberty of inviting your boyfriend Brad over for this session. In a moment you're going to open your eyes and see him standing in front of you, and you will see something of his that you are quite familiar with. And when you see it—you will know what to do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." And again, I did.
"Very well—at the count of three, you will open your eyes and see your boyfriend, still as deeply relaxed as you are now. One—two—three."
Upon hearing the count of three I opened my eyes, and Oh My! There was my boyfriend Brad, and there was his cock sticking out of his fly, stiff and hard and wonderfully erect as I knew he could be. It did seem a bit strange that he was wearing a lab coat just like the doctor, but that just didn't matter because Look! There was his cock! My mouth was no longer dry as just the sight of it made my mouth water like one of Pavlov's dogs, and my pussy was getting just as wet. The doctor was right—I did know what to do.
I dropped to my knees at once and circled Brad's cock-head with my tongue, then started sucking on it with my lips. Soon I had the entire thing in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down its length, I could feel it touch the back of my throat, feel it fill up my mouth with its glorious warmth and thickness and meaty flavor. If you're a fellatioholic like me, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
So I was there sucking my boyfriend's cock, and then I heard Dr. Danvers' voice again.
"Joanna—I—I—I need you to stop for a moment—I have some other suggestions for which I want you to listen carefully. I need you to relax even more deeply, and give me—give me your complete attention—"
He sounded breathless and ecstatic, like I had been sucking his cock instead of my boyfriend's. But I was really enjoying the therapy session, so I stopped my cocksucking for a bit and gave him my complete attention, just like he asked.
"Now," he said, "I want you to repeat this phrase—and when you repeat it, you will know it to be thoroughly, completely and absolutely true, just like the other phrases you've been given today. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." And once again, I did.
"Very well, then—close your eyes and repeat after me—'A cock in the pussy is just as good as a cock in the mouth.'"
"A cock in the pussy is just as good as a cock in the mouth," I said, my eyes closed and even more relaxed than ever.
"Excellent. Now repeat that twenty times."
"A cock in the pussy is just as good as a cock in the mouth. A cock in the pussy is just as good as a cock in the mouth. A cock in the pussy is just as good as a cock in the mouth—"
When I had finished I knew it to be thoroughly, completely and absolutely true. I couldn't wait to show off my newfound sexual awareness to Brad. And the doctor could see that as well.
"Joanna, your boyfriend wants to fuck your pussy now. You want him to fuck your pussy now. And on the count of three, you will rise up, remove your dress, and let him fuck your pussy, all while being even more deeply hyp—more deeply relaxed than you are now. One—two—three."
I heard the count of three, and I rose to my feet and started taking off my dress—slowly and sensually, giving my boyfriend a hot strip show. Once the dress was off I hooked my thumbs into my panties and peeled them off, letting them fall to the floor with a wet plop. Leaving my heels on, I raised my arms up to run my fingers through my long blonde hair, arching my back as I did so. I was like a pin-up portrait that had come to life, and I was sure Brad was enjoying every minute. And it was kind of a turn-on that Dr. Danvers was watching us enjoy ourselves.
I turned around and bent over, presenting my ass—which in all modesty I feel is quite exceptional—to my boyfriend in what I was sure was an unmistakable invitation. I grabbed the chair in front of me to steady myself, and spread my legs for him, completing the invitation with these words—
"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy long and hard. Fuck me until I—ohhhhh!"
That moan was the only sound I could make as he entered me all at once and kept pushing and pounding at me, and I couldn't get enough. I could almost feel his cock inside my mouth, and I was all I could do to keep from drooling all over the chair, and my pussy was even wetter as I felt him thrusting inside, and I was getting weak in the knees, and I wanted him to keep doing me and never stop, never ever stop—
"Joanna—your boyfriend wants to cum in your mouth. At the count of three you are going to turn around and kneel before him and wait for him to shoot his load down your throat, all the while being as relaxed as you are now. One—two—three."
I almost didn't wait for the count to finish. I turned around, I knelt before my boyfriend, I played with my tits while Brad laid his cock-head on my outstretched tongue. While before I had dreaded the taste of cum, I knew this time would be different, I knew this time would be something new, something special—
And it was! I felt him release his load on my tongue, and it tasted just like banana cream! My favorite flavor is banana cream! I truly love banana cream! Banana cream is just like a dream! Semen tastes exactly like banana cream! I closed my mouth around his cock so I didn't miss a single drop, and I sucked it and squeezed it like a tube of toothpaste so I got every last bit of it. I came several times myself just from the taste of his cum, and for a moment I thought I would pass out. Thankfully, I managed to keep my wits about me, so I didn't spill any of that banana creamy goodness.
I looked up at Brad to thank him for such marvelous pleasure—and then I heard Dr. Danvers' voice telling me to close my eyes and let myself become more and more relaxed—more and more relaxed—more and more relaxed—and for a moment I thought that my boyfriend looked a little like the doctor. But obviously that wasn't the case, and it was just easier to let myself become more and more relaxed—more and more relaxed—more and more relaxed—
It was a lazy Saturday morning, and I was giving my boyfriend some lazy Saturday morning wake-up sex. He was lying on the bed with his head propped up on the pillows, and I was showing him how much I loved to suck his cock by sucking it as hard and as long as he knew could.
Finally, he couldn't hold out any longer. "Baby—baby I'm gonna cum," he was moaning. He was really good about letting me know he was going to shoot off, and usually I would grab a towel or a T-shirt and let him cum into that. But this time things were different. This time it would be something new, something special. This time I let him cum in my mouth, and I let him fill me up with the wonderful taste of banana cream. And I showed my appreciation for his cum by sucking him some more until I drained him of every drop. When he was finished I happily laid my head upon his stomach and smiled up at him, truly as content as I could be.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, "just like a dream."
"Huh?" What was that?" said Brad.
"Nothing," I replied. I hadn't brought up the time we fucked in Dr. Danvers' office, mainly for the reason that apparently it never happened. Dr. Danvers told me that I must have experienced some particularly vivid dream imagery when I was in the state of guided relaxation. Brad was never in the doctor's office. And yet I could have sworn I was sucking somebody's dick—
But no matter. Right now I was giving my boyfriend head and enjoying every moment of it, especially sucking his semen down like it was the best banana cream ever.
"I gotta hand it to ya, baby," said Brad, "you really know how to show a guy a good time."
"I just like making you happy," I replied with an even bigger smile than before.
"Well, then—how about you lie back and spread your legs, and I'll reciprocate?"
"You know what," I said, "I think I'd rather just keep giving you head."
"Okay," chuckled Brad, "but why don't we take this into the living room? There's a ball game on in a couple of minutes—I can watch that while you have your own fun."
"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Let's go!"
My name is Joanna, and I'm a Fellatioholic. And you know what? That's perfectly all right with me.