11/16 – Annabelle, had a new patient, Charles, a man suffering from extreme anxiety. The sex therapist had a unique way of treating her patients, and today was no different. She set up a field trip to a local bar, hoping to expose Charles to an environment that made him anxious. As they walked in, the music blared in their ears, and the crowd was thick with people laughing and talking.

Charles’ heart rate spiked. Annabelle noticed his discomfort immediately. “Charles, we need to find a quieter place,” she said, guiding him away from the bar’s chaotic scene.

She led him to the restroom, which was surprisingly empty. “I want you to relax, Charles. I’m going to help you,” Annabelle said, turning to face him.

Charles gulped, unsure of what she meant. Annabelle smiled softly, sensing his unease. “I’m going to give you a rimjob, Charles. It’s a form of analingus, and it’s going to help you relax. Let me do all the work and remember…you deserve this pleasure and i am honored to give it.” she explained, her voice soothing.

Charles’ eyes widened, surprised at her words. Annabelle chuckled lightly, “It’s okay, Charles. You deserve to feel respected and worshipped. And this is one way I can help you.”

Without waiting for his response, Annabelle dropped to her knees, her eyes level with Charles’ crotch. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down, revealing his boxers. She gently pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock.

Annabelle looked up at Charles, her eyes meeting his. She smiled reassuringly before turning her attention to his asshole. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin. She planted a soft kiss on his asshole, making Charles jump in surprise.

Annabelle chuckled softly before continuing. She licked around his asshole, teasing him before diving in, her tongue exploring his hole. Charles groaned, his body relaxing as Annabelle worked her magic.

She sucked and licked, her tongue darting in and out of his asshole. Charles’ cock twitched in response, and Annabelle took notice. She gripped his cock, her hand moving up and down his shaft as she continued to worship his asshole.

Charles moaned louder, his body shaking as Annabelle brought him closer to the edge. She sucked harder, her tongue thrusting deeper into his asshole. He grabbed her head, humping back onto her thrusting tongue, grinding his hole hard on her beautiful face as she milked his cock, her hand moving faster as she felt him getting closer.

Annabelle’s face was buried in Charles’ ass crack, worshipfully licking and sucking. She moaned, her own arousal growing as she pleasured Charles. She could feel his cock twitching in her hand, ready to explode.

And then, he did. Charles’ body tensed as he came, his cum shooting out all over Annabelle’s busy hands. She didn’t stop, her tongue still buried in his asshole as she came too, milking every last drop of cum from his cock.

When Charles was spent, Annabelle stood up. Licking her fingers she smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. “How do you feel, Charles?” she asked, her voice soft.

Charles blinked, surprised at what had just happened. He felt different, more relaxed. “I feel…good,” he said, his voice shaking.

Annabelle chuckled, pleased with the result. “Good. Now, let’s go back to the bar and enjoy the rest of the night,” she said, taking his hand and leading him out of the restroom.

As they walked back to the bar, Charles couldn’t help but feel grateful for Annabelle’s unique approach to therapy. He knew that he still had a long way to go, but for now, he was content and knowing this beautiful woman next to him had had her face buried in his ass crack, worshipping him, filled him with the confidence she had known it would.

The rest of the night was a blur for Charles. He found himself laughing and talking to people, his anxiety slowly fading away. And every time he felt himself getting overwhelmed, he would think of Annabelle and the loving rimjob she had given him.

It was a strange feeling, but Charles couldn’t deny that it worked. He felt respected and worshipped, just like Annabelle had said he would. And he couldn’t wait to see what other unique forms of therapy she had in store for him.

As the night came to an end, Charles and Annabelle made their way back to her office. Charles felt different, more powerful, more in control. And he knew that it was all thanks to Annabelle.

“Thank you, Annabelle,” Charles said, his voice sincere.

Annabelle smiled, her eyes warm. “Charles, if every man had his asshole worshipped by a beautiful woman every day, the world would be a much better place. I believe that. You deserved it, you needed it, and it was my honor to sooth and comfort you in that way. I am always here for you.” she said, patting his hand.

And with that, Charles left Annabelle’s office, his mind and body feeling more relaxed than they had in a long time. He knew that he still had a lot of work to do, but for now, he was content.

xoxo – Annabelle

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