Dr. Mehmet Bekir (@pod1213 drawing)

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the quiet of my home, pulling me away from my evening preparations. Wrapped hastily in a robe over my garter belt, stockings, and heels, I made my way to the entrance, curious and slightly apprehensive about the unexpected visitor. Opening the door, I was met by a tall, dark figure, an older gentleman with an authoritative air about him. For a moment, I was at a loss, unsure of who he could be or what he wanted at this hour. "Good evening, Mrs. G. I'm Dr. Mehmet Bekir," he introduced himself with a polite nod and heavy accent. His voice was calm, carrying a sense of reassurance. "Your friend Luise mentioned you were expecting me." Dr. Mehmet Bekir. The name suddenly clicked, and with it, the realization that I had completely forgotten about our scheduled meeting. Luise had spoken highly of him, a renowned Turkish wellness doctor and therapist she had recommended. "I'm terribly sorry, Dr.  Mehmet, I must admit I forgot about our meeting. Please, come in," I stammered, stepping aside to let him enter. The embarrassment of my forgetfulness was quickly replaced by a more pressing concern — my state of dress. "Can I offer you a drink?" I added, hoping to make amends for the oversight and buy myself a moment to collect my thoughts. As I excused myself to the bedroom, continuing to apologize for my oversight and explaining my rush, I was taken aback when Dr.  Mehmet followed me in. "Actually, Mrs. G, this might be the most opportune time for our session," he suggested with a calm confidence. "When we're rushed or feeling vulnerable, it can sometimes reveal more about our needs and barriers." His voice took on a seductive tone, he stepped closer, his hands reaching out.  Before I fully comprehended his intentions, my robe had slipped from my shoulders, leaving me exposed in nothing but my stockings and heels, and the delicate fabric of my garter belt. No bra, no panties. Naked , and alone with this dark authoritative stranger...  Dr.Mehmet waited a second looking into my eyes, checking for any form of non consent, but I think the only thing he saw was the excitement in me rising.  My lips parted and a slight sigh left my lips as  his hand went directly between my thighs, and after few playfull caresses,  he nodded knowingly looking at his glistening fingers - "Yes, the barriers are down.". "Sometimes, to truly understand one's comfort and boundaries, we need to step outside our own," he said and he began to disrobe. His body was strangely fit for a man of over 60.  When he got naked, he took me by my shoulders and gently turned me around, so he was now behind me. He sat on the bedroom chair, and then pulled me down onto his lap. "There is quite a lot of unused sexual energy  in you Mrs.G" - he said with authority. "We need to release it". I felt his hand guiding his hardness to my entry. I couldn't take it any more, so I pushed myself down, feeling his dick entering my wet pussy.  A powerful lust came over me,  and I started going up and down on it, screaming as I did it. "That's it, Mrs.G" - said Dr. Mehmet, -"The therapy is clearly working... but for full effect, I think we will need to schedule weekly meetings."