"So what brings you in today?" My sex therapist asked me. He clicked his pen and waited for an answer as I hesitated to speak.
I twiddled with my fingers in my lap and looked down. "The same thing as always Mr. Romano. I feel unhinged."
He nodded. "Explain that to me." He wrote something in his journal.
I sighed and looked him in his hazel eyes. "I've had sex with four different people this week. I just don't feel like you're helping me get over my addiction sir."
"Hmm," he hummed. "what would you like me to do differently?"
"I don't know, help me not be the way I am. I mean, the other night I thought about screwing my own stepdad."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asked.
I shrugged and looped my thumbs together. "Bad, I guess." I sighed. "I have something to admit to you Mr. Romano." He nodded and I went on. "I'm... attracted to you."
He sighed and scribbled something in his book. "You don't want to be attracted to me Ana. I'm not a good man, nor am I a good therapist. I got into it for the wrong reasons."
I looked up at him and he was eyeing me deeply. "Are you supposed to admit that to your clients?"
He sighed and closed his book and sat it on the side table next to him. "I've never told anyone that before. Ana, are you really attracted to me?"
"Yes."
"That's a shame." He sighed and ran his fingers along his jaw.
"Why?"
"What we have is a strictly professional relationship."
I gulped and felt as if he wasn't attracted to me. "Does it have to stay that way?" I stuttered.
He remained quiet for a while, looking at me. "Would you like it to stay that way Ana?" I shook my head and looked down at my hands. "Look at me." He said. I raised my head. "Are you sure."
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. He raised his eyebrows and repeated his question. "Are you sure Ana?"
I nodded. "Yes," I couldn't read his face. "I'm sure."
He nodded and uncrossed his legs. "I see." It was silent in the room for a while, and in that moment I wished I was a mind reader. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Then, he finally broke the silence. "Come here." I didn't know what to do. If I should go over to him or walk out the door feeling unfulfilled. I rose from the chair and I felt vulnerable in front of him. I crossed my arms over my white T-shirt as my shoulders tensed. "Come sit next to me Ana." I stalked over slowly, asking myself if I should. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I knew where I wanted it to go; and I questioned if it was morally right. I sat next to him on the wide couch, refusing to look him in the eyes. Though I wasn't looking at him, I felt him looking at me. "Relax," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed hard, massaging me. "you're tense." I closed my eyes as he massaged my shoulders. He moved my hair to the side and dug his thumb into my muscle. I moaned and opened my eyes as I didn't mean to let myself make such a noise. But he didn't question it, he only continued his touch on my body.
He held my hair to the side with one hand, squeezing tight, and leaned down to my neck. I felt his breath on me before he began to kiss my neck. Oh no I thought to myself. We can't. It's not right. But I let him continue. My mind said no, but my body said yes. I wanted him, I needed him. He reached around and cupped my breast in his hand. I licked my lips and leaned my head back onto his shoulder as he continued to kiss my neck. He started to kiss behind my ear, his soft lips trailing. Then he whispered, "Do you want it?" I shuddered under his voice and his hand made its way under my shirt. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ana?"
I didn't know what to say. No. I thought. "Yes." I whispered.
"I know." He said. "Turn onto your back." He demanded. I did so, and felt strong feelings racing through my body.
He got up and grabbed a large box from his desk drawer. He took a condom from the box and I wondered if the condoms were for his clients or for him. I wondered if he'd had sex with his other clients, if this was a thing he's always done. Maybe I'm the first, maybe I'm not. I remained curious. He undid his belt while looking at me, before pulling down his pants. As he undid his tie, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I watched him the entire time as he removed his polo shirt before he was completely naked. He walked over to me before removing my shirt and jean shorts. I was in my underwear and I felt vulnerable and bare. He slid my panties down my legs and unhooked my bra; I was completely naked.
"Mmm." He said. He lied me down onto the big couch, gently. He started kissing me, looping his soft tongue in my mouth. I responded by sucking on his mouth and kissing him back. Our tongues traveled together and made their way inside one anothers mouth. "This is wrong on so many levels." He muttered. "You know that right?" I nodded and bit my lip. Suddenly, he slid himself inside of me. I gasped and arched my back instantly. He dropped his head and groaned in my ear, turning me on further.
I cried out as his cock made it's way deep into me. I had been yearning for this since forever, and I'd finally gotten it. He put his fingers in my mouth as he shoved himself inside of me. Over and over, he charged into me and choked me as he did it. His big hand held onto my neck and I held my mouth open, a moaning mess. My pussy felt sensitive and sore as his enormous member fucked me slow but hard. I felt as though the sex was casual, but intimate.
I squeezed around his cock and my moans were cries filled with desperateness to have him deeper inside of me. "So tight for me." He said. I smiled and he started to go faster. My stomach tensed and my muscles ached. The smoothness of his girthy tip was felt against the wetness of my insides. I moaned loudly as I held onto his muscly shoulders. He was taking over me and I enjoyed every moment of it. I knew later I'd stop seeing him as my therapist, and maybe he'd resign. I cursed and I was no longer the shy sensitive girl I was ten minutes ago. I felt bold and as if I was doing something taboo. My knees were a pain as he held them to my shoulders. He fucked me good and hard and he stared me in the eyes as he did so.
The sex was sensational, and over the top. He bucked his hips back and fourth, thrusting inside of me. I felt it all over my body and in my veins and I didn't want it to stop, not even for a second. I needed him, I needed him more than ever and I felt so electrified to finally have him inside of me. I felt special, wanted, valued. His balls slapped against my ass as he fucked me. I dug my fingers into the arm of the couch and my chest rose and fell. He went fast, his cock feeling so good inside of me.
His sweat ran from his forehead to his chest and he slicked his brown hair back as he thrusted himself inside of me. He grunted and his veins tensed. It was as if I could see the blood pumping through the veins in his neck as he threw his head back. His abs were tense and moist and I watched his body go back and fourth as he bucked into me hard. He sucked through his teeth and held onto my thighs, gripping onto them hard. I knew he was on the edge of an orgasm. His cock twitched inside of me and he suddenly came hard. He grunted and gasped for air as he hovered over me. He pulled out and I fell on top of me and I ran my fingers through his hair. Time went by so slowly. We breathed fast against one another and I shut my eyes. What have I just done?
