Martin reclined in the Freudian couch, staring wistfully at the ceiling. He sighed,

"I just don't know any more. I have no energy, I feel unmotivated, apathetic. I keep setting aside time to work but I just stare at it until I get distracted. I don't go out, I haven't been cooking at all. I just eat cereal and microwave dinners and watch reruns of 90s sitcoms and listen to the same albums over and over and play video games. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I just don't know what I have in common with them anymore. I mean with anyone really-- uuhn."

Martin grunted. He looked down at his lap to see his therapist, Dr. Marie Sternberg with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she bobbed up and down steadily taking him deep into her warm throat. She slowly pulled him out of her mouth and began moving her tongue along his shaft. She looked up at him with her lips wrapped around his head,

"Keep going, I'm listening."

Martin wasn't so sure about that, but he sighed again and continued: "Work has been tough recently. The whole private detective thing isn't all it's cracked up to be, you know. All I ever do is solve minor dilemmas and mysteries that aren't important enough for the real police. And on top of all the work stuff, I haven't had a serious relationship in three years as of last Saturday. I was having a really good week and then on Friday I realized that tomorrow was the day Heather left me. I know it's over between us and I don't hold it against her, I just feel so alone. It's starting to feel like I'm just broken, you know? Like after it didn't work out with her, maybe that was it? Maybe I'm not meant to be with anyone, and I'll just be alone for-ugh!"

Dr. Sternberg had pushed his swollen organ deep into her throat. Martin looked down at her again and noticed that while she massaged his balls with her right hand, she had slid her left under her skirt and was rubbing her clit.

"Um... Dr. Sternberg?" Martin asked hesitantly.

His therapist continued to finger her dripping folds and enthusiastically working Martin's dick in her mouth. She started to let out muffled, hoarse moans.

"...Dr. Sternberg?" Martin asked again. She realized he was talking to her,

"Oh! Yes, Martin, you were talking about your constant loneliness and feeling like no one will ever love you. You don't have to be so hard on yourself. I think you're just getting insecure. It seems to me that your problems at work are probably making you feel inadequate, and like you have no control over your life and I would bet that's all feeding into your angst about your lack of a relationship."

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know. Knowing where these feelings are coming from doesn't really make me feel much better though..." Martin replied.

"Well I'm sure we can think of something to help. Would you like to fuck my pussy?" Dr. Sternberg asked nonchalantly as she squeezed the base of Martin's cock.