Inspired by this prompt by u/Jujuroxit I saw a week or so ago and just had time to write out. This is kinda rough and I didn't do much editing so please be kind :)

Hope you enjoy!!

This post is written by an adult for other adults, and is a work of fiction.

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Dr. Johnson looked around the room, at each of the faces of the patients he had gotten to know so well as individuals over the last several years (or so he had thought), panic taking over his system, blood pumping and mind reeling. *What the fuck was I thinking?\* He chided himself internally, knowing the answer was that, as usual, his optimism had gotten the better of him. He had really thought the progress they’d all made was staggering, and that a group session would benefit everyone. But boy, was that plan backfiring in a nuclear way. He was about 5 minutes from going from “sage-professor-turned-lauded-sex-therapist” to “grand-maestro-of-a-mentally-ill-orgy”, and he was not ok. 

Nancy, one of the handful of women he saw for his particular therapy speciality, and the only woman present for today’s session, was eye-fucking the shit out of Mark, a 21-year-old college kid who was on his last warning with his football team for antics that were “unbecoming of a scholar-athlete”, and he was eye-fucking her right back. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, and everyone in the room was now privy to the fact that Nancy, it seemed, did not prefer to wear underwear, even when she was wearing a dress so short that it would make a whore blush. 

The other guys present were locked in to Nancy’s movements, too, and the undercurrent of sexual energy that had started with one person sharing their sex addiction story (with his encouragement, even, Dr. Johnson reminded/scolded himself), had now morphed into a fully-fledged charge in the air, like that feeling right before a big storm hits a sleepy midwestern town. 

The doctor cleared his throat and tried to steer the ship to calmer, less horny waters – the operative word being *tried*. No one seemed to notice his presence anymore, so caught up in whatever magic or devilry had snuck into the rented church hall room. *Of all places for an orgy to randomly start, it had to be here,\* he thought miserably. *you’re going to lose your license AND get put on some sort of list for this, no doubt,* his brain added helpfully. 

“Nancy, would you be so kind as to…” Dr. Johnson began, his voice high pitched and strange to his own ears, but he was cut off by none other than Mark.

“...suck my dick!?” the young man interjected, licking his lips and winking at the older woman, who gave him a feline smile and waggled her fingers at him. 

The doctor sighed. “No, Nancy, I was going to ask…”, but he was cut off again, this time by Nancy. 

“I thought you’d never ask, darlin’,” she said, her voice husky with desire and years of substituting breakfast for cigarettes and coffee. 

She dropped to her knees and began to crawl towards Mark, who looked as if he had just won the lottery *and\* had a steak dinner dropped in front of him. The other men murmured and shifted in their seats. If you listened closely, you could have probably heard all of their zippers strain at once as all the blood rushed straight to their dicks. 

The good Doctor tried again. “No, Nancy, please don’t…” 

But it was too late. She’d reached Mark and was already yanking his belt open and tugging his fly down. A couple of the other guys already had their dicks out, quicker than lightning when it came to their favorite activity. *What the fuck am I going to do?\* Dr. Johnson thought, panicked. A heavy feeling hung in the air, like a thick blanket flung over a fire. 

He supposed there was only one thing to do at this point. He sighed, accepting his fate and the fate of this disaster of a therapy meeting, and rose from his chair to cross the room to where the door was slightly ajar. Reaching it, he shut it, twisted the lock, and pulled the blinds closed on the small window in the sidelight.

\If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em*,*  he thought, reentering the circle and standing next to a panting, trembling Mark, who was receiving what looked to be the sloppiest, most enthusiastic head that had ever been given. He placed his hand on Mark’s shoulder. He didn’t even seem to notice, he was so lost in the moment. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Mark groaned, his head tipping back,  eyes unfocused as Nancy pulled out every trick in her (apparently extensive) arsenal to blow this poor kid’s mind. Dr. Johnson could feel him shaking as he unloaded in the older woman’s mouth. She made a happy little sound as she drained him and swallowed every drop, pushing back from his lap once she had finished. Mark’s breathing was ragged as if he’d just finished a particularly brutal football practice. 

“Who’s next?” she said, wiping her chin and smiling around at the group like she’d just finished performing her poetry or something. The other guys started murmuring and shifting in their seats, but none were quite as bold as Mark had been. To everyone’s surprise except Nancy’s, Dr. Johnson cleared his throat and stepped forward towards her. 

“I think that would be me, since I’m the one who was running this little farce of a meeting, and you and Mark here have completely derailed it.” His voice was calm but the tone left little room for argument, and really, who could argue? That was entirely true. Mark had the good sense to look slightly chagrined, but Nancy just smiled even wider. 

“Knew it,” she breathed into the Doctor’s fly, her practiced hands already undoing his belt. Immediately, his hands twisted in her dark blonde hair and yanked her away from his crotch. 

“Not like that,” Dr. Johnson said. Gone was the pleading tone he’d used earlier, while he was still just her therapist. His voice was hard and cold. Nancy’s eyes went wide and her smile faltered a bit. “I’m not a 21-year-old asshole you can tease and play with like your own personal sex toy.” Mark made a little sound at that, but the Doctor paid him no mind. 

“I’m using you, not the other way ‘round.” He pulled his dick out. It was big enough to be intimidating, even to a pro like Nancy, with a body count that could rival even some of the most prolific porn stars on the Hub. 

“Wow,” she breathed, always excited when a man she’d fantasized about was packing. Her excitement clouded her judgement and she made to grab his cock, which turned out to be a mistake. The Doctor took her hands and pinned them to her sides, shoving his dick unceremoniously between her parted lips. Her eyes flew open and she made a desperate little choking sound that only served to make the Doctor’s dick harder.  He pounded into her mouth mercilessly until the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of his labored breathing and wet gurgling noises.  

“Open wider,” Dr. Johnson demanded, and Nancy complied, forcing her jaw to open more, to let more of him in. Spit and precum leaked from between her lips and dribbled down her chin, hanging in thin, sticky strings that almost reached her tits, which were threatening to spill over her top. The Doctor pounded into her mouth with no regard for her ability to breathe, his orgasm the sole focus of not only himself, but everyone watching. 

The rest of the men were now in various states of arousal, some fully erect and openly jerking off, while others were content to watch with their dicks straining against their pants, unwilling to fully give in to their urges in such a public display. Even Mark was hard again despite the fact that he had just cum. 

The Doctor was really fucking Nancy’s mouth now. She had her hands on his thighs, trying in vain to keep him from bottoming out in her throat on every single stroke, but he was holding her head and forcing his full length in anyway. Spit soaked her heaving tits and the top of her blouse. Every time Dr. Johnson pulled out, more saliva drooled out and down her chin. Her unfocused eyes were streaming, leaving dark streaks of mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks. The sounds of flesh slapping, choking, and the Doctor’s grunts filled the air. 

“You like being a whore, Nancy?” the Doctor barked down at her. When no answer came, he let go of her hair and slapped her, hard, across the cheek, then pulled his dick out of her mouth to let her reply. 

Nancy gasped for air, finally filling her lungs for the first time in what felt like hours, but was only 2 or 3 minutes in reality. She met Dr. Johnson’s eyes and nodded. “Yes,” she said simply. Her voice was barely a whisper but there was no doubt everyone heard her perfectly. 

“I know,” the Doctor replied. “Now open up and get your reward.” His voice was still harsh, but he was slightly more gentle when he filled her mouth again. 

He rocked his hips forward, fucking her mouth at a more leisurely pace now, letting his balls draw up. It was an even tighter fit now that his cock was thickening as he approached orgasm. “Gonna cum all over your face, I know you’ll love that, won’t you? Seems only fair, though. You ruin my therapy session and possibly my career, I ruin your pretty face.” 

Nancy nodded frantically, her heart hammering, shame and arousal fighting for supremacy in her mind and body. Everyone in the room was laser focused on where her lips stretched around the Doctor’s thick cock, waiting for the moment they could feel approaching. 

It didn’t take long for it to arrive. Dr. Johnson yanked Nancy’s head back by the hair, freeing his dick from the suction of her mouth, and then he was pumping it onto her face, rope after rope of thick cum shooting all over her flushed skin, joining the saliva and soaking her even further. It landed on her cheeks, lips, chin, and all over her glistening chest. 

The Doctor stepped back, tucking his softening cock back into his pants and zipping up as casually as if he had just taken a quick piss between appointments. 

“I think this goes without saying, but I’m no longer your therapist,” he said to the room at large, turning and striding to the door. He unlocked it and stepped out, allowing himself one last glance behind him, just in time to see the rest of the guys closing in around Nancy, dicks ready for their turn, her face lighting up with the joy of sinking into her favorite addiction.