Holly Hope - Slut girl

I was getting confused. One minute I was dying, and knew it, and wanted it that way; the next thing I knew a lot of nice people were going to a lot of work and expense and time and trouble to keep me from doing that. And he "knew all my secrets" – good God! What could he think of me, if he was aware of my life these last three years? I was a nymphomaniac, a liar, a whore – oh, Jesus! I ducked my head and stared at my hands that folded nervously in my lap.

"Oh, come on, hon," I heard his soft voice, "I've run onto hundreds of girls in worse shape than you, believe it or not. And helped a lot of them. And I – we, that is – can help you, too. I just hate to see true beauty ruined and lost, there's so little of it in the world nowadays. C'mon, let me help you. Please."

He had come from behind the desk and now stood beside me and when I looked up into his tender eyes, I gradually got some confidence back, and tried to smile up at him.

"There! That's better. I'd like to keep you under my wing as a patient for just a bit longer, Sheri. Several reasons, which we'll go into later. You see, all psychiatrists are M.D.'s, did you know that? Well, we are, and I'll be very open about your case with you. When we got you, you were hemorrhaging badly – barbiturates sometimes also act as a supplementary anticoagulant – and I repaired the damage. Your vagina was torn and other details were tidied up, so you had problems other than mental. But that's just between us. Incidentally, Carl, or someone he sent, brought you to our emergency clinic. Apparently he got home in time and found out what was happening, and got scared. He bundled you in here and took off, to give himself a head start. They caught him about five hours ago outside San Diego, heading for Mexico."

"But to hell with him," he said as he lit another cigarette. "Lets talk about you. I know all about you, Sheri – your needs, your wants, your hopes and ambitions, your past, your ideas and your ideals." He cupped my chin and pulled my face up to meet his gaze. "And I like them. I respect what you want to be. And I am by God going to help you get their. Now, do you want them badly enough to help yourself? That's the only question you have to answer. And I hope it's 'yes'," he said softly.

I shook my head numbly. Things had happened too fast for me to fully comprehend. All I knew was that I had been sinking, deeper and deeper in the quicksand of life, and now, for no reason, lovely strangers were willing – no, they were wanting – to help me. God? Providence? Dumb blind luck? Hell, Sheri, I said to myself, what have you got to lose? Suddenly I wanted desperately to live, to be, to grow! And I felt myself nodding, smiling happily up at this man who had become my savior.

"Good. And I'll add one more thing, Sheri. I don't want to change any of the three things that you said were important to you, to your life, to your happiness: a decent life, love, and sex. It's just that we'll help you get them into proper perspective, so that you can spend your life living that happiness, instead of wasting your time just searching for it." His soft voice paused, and I felt his hands under my elbows, lifting me to my feet. "And some day, soon I hope, you'll make some man one hell of a good wife. I'm not sure about becoming a mother – you were pretty well torn up way up inside, Sheri, to be brutally honest about it. But sometimes family size should only be just a couple."

He pulled me close, gave me a brief hug of reassurance, and mumbled his thanks as I expressed my appreciation. He told me that analysis and therapy would begin day after tomorrow, and I left his office buoyant and optimistic for the first time in I couldn't remember how long.

I guess it happened on the fifth or sixth session. Doctor Jim, as everyone called him, was devoting three hours a day to my treatment – an hour and a half in the afternoons, and the same from six to seven-thirty evenings. I found that I could talk and say whatever I felt like, and he cast no judgments, no aspersions, accepted my thoughts and past as nonchalantly as if he were merely reading a story about someone he didn't personally know. Then I told him that I thought that I loved him. I just blurted it out.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sheri, that's a very common feeling in patients. It's called transference, and you accept me as a substitute for the father you never had, because you know I'm helping you. However," and he came around the desk and held my hand as he sat on the arm of my chair, "there is one slight difference. I think that I may just be falling a little in love with you. Let's be honest – we have completely different backgrounds. I'm forty, you're a quarter century younger. But I've been so busy I just never had time to get involved with girls. Oh, I've had flash romances, one-night stands – hell, I'm not a priest. In fact, I know myself well enough to know I'm quite strongly sexed. If God made anything nicer, he kept it for himself. But I've avoided distractions, involvements, any permanent alliances up till now."

"What I'm getting at, Sheri, is that I'd like to make love to you. Just once. Your goals, even only half-formed and thought out, match mine. I can give you the affection and comfort and niceties of life now, and God knows you're one of the three or four most beautiful girls in the world, and I'd be proud as hell of you. Let's find out if we're sexually compatible. If not, once will have to satisfy up. If we are, once will have to hold us till we get married – which will be damned quick. Now, are you a gambler? I mean it, angel."

I was trembling, and I felt the salty sting of tears as I leaped up and threw my arms around him. "Oh, Jim," I cried, "yes, yes, YES!! Oh, let me love you, darling! Oh, God, my prayers are answered," I moaned, and then I felt the soft warm touch of his lips on mine, and as he gradually increased his pressure, our lips parted and a gentle wetness probed my avid mouth as he darted and searched gently down into my very soul. He led me to the divan across the room, and we sank slowly onto its softness, our arms still clasped tightly about each other.

"Oh, Sheri, you are so sweet, so beautiful. Let me be gentle and good for you, with you, to you." I thrilled at his murmured endearments. Our fingers bumped as we both tried to unbutton my blouse, and we shared our first loving laugh.

"Here, let me. Please, Princess." I leaned back and watched as he deftly undid my garments, and I hiked my hips up to assist in their removal. He sat back on his haunches and stared for a minute, transfixed as he gazed at my soft white body that lay so willingly poised to become his, his alone.

Then he stood up and slipped out of his clothes rapidly, and I couldn't help but admire, wide-eyed, the manly vision before me. His smooth strength, and the beautiful virile manhood that was exposed so delightfully near me, all aroused within me the familiar old quivering and tremors of my loins, the crushing pressure in my breasts.

"Oh, Jim," I sighed, and couldn't utter another word as joy overwhelmed me at the first touch as he knelt before me on the divan and softly guided my thighs apart. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the bliss of the moment when I felt his warm tongue touch my pink slit and then deftly part my lips and lave the hungry, receptive entrance to my cunt. His hot tongue raced up and down and then fastened on my clit and I felt the seeping trickle of my juices spill forth as his hotness communicated itself to me, and then a gently probing finger slid tenderly up in an accompaniment to his wildly flogging tongue.

"Oh, Jim, do it to me, lover, do it to me whatever you want, darling, oh yes yessssssss!! Oh more Jim give me more I want all of you my love, put it in now oh I have to have it Jim don't tease me fill me up with that wonderful cock oh Jim stuff it up in me now now now damnit! Oh I've got to have you Jim have your love all of you in every way oh do it to me!" And then as he stood and slipped the sweet head of his cock into the velvet opening that flowed and begged for him, I thought I'd pass out from happiness.