Face Your Fears

Ella stands shaking in front of her therapist, her face red, breathing like she just ran a mile. The therapist watches her with a flat stare. Sessions are going nowhere. Ella won't leave her room, won't try, won't do shit. She hides from daylight because she’s terrified someone might look at her the wrong way, touch her, want her. Every what-if twists her stomach until she can’t move. The therapist has had it. She grabs Ella by the wrist and drags her straight out of the office. Next thing Ella knows, she’s shoved into a packed, throbbing nightclub, lights flashing over masks and bare skin. The therapist pulls her close, whispers that the only fix is to stop running and take it. She gives Ella’s big tits a hard squeeze, then slides two fingers between her legs, opening her right there in front of the crowd. Ella whimpers but doesn’t pull away. The therapist’s husband steps in, cock already hard, and Ella’s mouth finds it like she’s been waiting her whole life. She sinks to her knees while the therapist peels off her own dress, small tits out, and climbs behind her. The husband feeds his cock into Ella’s ass, slow and steady, stretching her while the therapist works her clit and talks filthy in her ear. Two women, one man, every hole used. Ella’s eyes go wide behind the mask, but her hips push back for more. The crowd closes in, hungry, loud, cheering every thrust. Ella takes it all, body shaking, mouth open, coming apart while the therapist laughs and the husband pounds her until she can’t remember why she was scared in the first place.