Brat Therapy

By Ginger Starr

"My best friend's daughter gave me a real smile this time, not a smirk. I began to relax a tiny bit. Like a lot of young adults just starting out in life, she was probably having some anxiety issues, maybe a little depression, nothing hard to figure out or get over.

“Thank you,” she purred. My throbbing c**k growled in my pants. I clasped my hands tightly in my lap and smiled.

She paused for breath. Then, “It’s that, I have these constant thoughts that run through my mind. I can’t stop thinking about them.”

I nodded. “What kind of thoughts, Victoria?”

“I imagine that I’m naked in public. Or that anywhere I go, men can read my mind and know what kind of girl I am.”

“What kind of girl do you think you are?” I could barely hear myself. A rushing sound between my ears of all my blood heading south drowned out my words.

She drew her lower lip between her sharp little white teeth. “I’m the kind of girl who looks at a man and all I can see is his muscular arms and his big chest pressed against me. I want him to take me. Or, if it’s more than one guy, for them to do anything they want to me.” Her brilliant blue eyes glittered. “I don’t care. As long as it’s wild.”

I gritted my teeth to keep a low moan from rolling out of my throat. “Is this something you’ve done in real life, Victoria or are they thoughts?”

She looked at me shocked. “They’re just thoughts.” She curled a hand against her chest. “I haven’t done anything bad. I’m a virgin!”

My c**k was about to rip a hole in my pants. “I see,” I said evenly. “Well, your thoughts are your thoughts.” Her mouth formed a glossy pink circle as she squirmed in her seat. She tried to interrupt me. “But...”

I held up my hand. “Victoria. There’s nothing wrong with having fantasies, as long as they don’t become compulsions to hurt yourself or any one else.”

She pouted and looked away. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I think I just have a really high sex drive.” Then, with a cinematic slow turn to me, “But I don’t know what to do about it.” Damn. She really was trying to get me all riled up.

I had to teach her that any games played in my office would be by my rules."

Also included, The Boss Of Me, a bonus story from The Best Of Ginger Starr Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Starr Publishing
• Release date: Jan 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311062116

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Brat Therapy

Ginger Starr

Published by Ginger Starr at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Ginger Starr

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Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

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Looking back, I knew my best friend’s daughter Victoria and I were destined to fuck. I always take care to dress well for the office. As a psychiatrist, I think it shows respect for my patients. But that morning, I put a little extra effort into getting ready.

My white button down shirt was crisp and immaculately pressed. I slipped it on and selected a pair of tan linen pants from my closet. There was only one problem. My laundry hadn’t come back yet and I was out of underwear. I would have to go commando.

I stepped into my pants. The thin fabric coolly whispered across my skin, raising tiny goose bumps on my thighs as I pulled them over my ass. I still had some morning wood and thought about rubbing a quick one out before leaving my apartment.

There was no time, though. Victoria was my first patient of the day and I had fifteen minutes to get to the office. Sighing, I took my slightly swollen cock in hand and tucked it to the left. Zipping up, I slipped on my suede loafers and headed out the door.

Victoria was already sitting in the waiting room when I arrived. Her face lit up when she saw me. Uncle Drake! she called out as she jumped from her chair, threw her slender arms around my neck and rose on tiptoe to plant a big smacking kiss on my jaw.

Well, hello there, I murmured, trying my best to ignore my receptionist’s raised eyebrow and my dick, which pulsated to life when my best friend’s eighteen- year old daughter thrust her pelvis against it and hugged me tightly.

It’s so good to see you, she whispered. Her sweet warm breath tickled my throat and her honey-blonde hair smelled like strawberries. I recognized the little diamond studs in her ears that her parents had given her six months ago for her birthday. They gleamed next to her lightly tanned skin, reflecting light off her peachy smooth cheek.

Let’s go in my office, I said, forcing myself to gently press her away. A corner of her full mouth lifted into a sly smile. Maybe I read something in her expression that wasn’t there or she was just doing what young people do; test limits and push boundaries. I kept my face neutral as I pointed over her shoulder. First door on the right.

My job was to be a professional and a trusted