The Session - Erotica short

Chapter Three

Jen certainly ate the forbidden fruit, alright. She couldn't help resist the urges to want more of Jack. As she gazed at her wrist watch then back to her client. The only person dancing about inside her head was--Jack. Jen could still taste him inside her mouth. Jack's hot semen puddled onto her tongue. His enriched taste of sweet nectar traveling down her throat as she swallowed his  seeds. She couldn't wait until her next session with Jack. 

Sometimes Jen's eyes would occasionally glance at her PhD that was framed nicely onto the wall. Then her guilt began to eat away at her. 

How could I help a patient when I'm fucking them? she asked herself. I'm here to help patients, and I shouldn't fuck them. Jen sighed as she glanced away and stared beyond her client. Her head nodded, shifting herself into a comfortable sitting position. Her hand placed on her cheek while her client yapped away. From time to time, she'd occasionally glance at her wrist watch and sigh then return her stare at the client. 

But Jen constantly played the vivid memory of Jack face-fucking her before Nervous Ned showed up. Each time Jack rammed himself into her mouth, she felt more aroused. To feel completely powerless, Jen became more excited. The more she'd gagged on Jack's cock; the more she'd realized that she'd come--soon. 

Just by sucking his cock, I almost came, she thought. For fuck sake, I need to call this off. I can't be helping him. But it feels so damn--good. 

Jen's head nodded as she listened to her client. The client was a sobbing mess, just like Jack was, she'd realized. What made Jack so special? She questioned herself. Maybe it was the feeling to be needed, Jen thought. Her eyes glanced at her PhD certificate. 

I'm going to take thing off the wall, she thought. But is this just sex? Is it love? What is this? Or is it something else?  

Talk about one confused therapist, right? Maybe she'd need to see a shrink wrap herself. 

Obsessed over Jack, Jen was. Jack was her forbidden fruit that she shouldn't even tasted. But now, it was too late, and she wanted more of him. 

Finally, she glanced over at her wrist watch then smiled. 

About time, she happily thought. 

"Well, I'm sorry. But our session is over." She half-smiled at her client. Who again, her client still was sobbing into a hot mess. 

"But my boyfriend... he... he cheated on me!" her client said.

"Things like that happen," she said, standing up and opening her office door. "Until next time." 

Her client moodily left her office. Once her client was out of her office, she closed her office door. 

What the fuck is it now? she angrily thought. 

Her hand dug into her purse that was stored away in her desk then answered. 

"Yeah?" she asked, sounding a bit rude. 

"Honey, I'm thinking... maybe we could go out to eat for dinner," Jen's husband said over the phone. 

Jen rolled her eyes. There was something about her  husband that made her want to gag. Her husband wasn't Jack. The thing that bothered Jen the most about her husband was he's a submissive little twat in bed. She'd always be on top. She'd always be in control. Jen wanted someone different. Perhaps, Jack was her antidote from her hellish marriage. Maybe, Jack was even, her escape plan. Maybe, Jen could finesse a bit and get Jack to do her a favor. A favor that would sever her marriage. After all, Jen bitten the forbidden fruit. Maybe... she'll take another bite and enjoy the flavor. Oh, she was brewing something. Jen was brewing trouble. 

"Sure," she said, half-smiling as her plan unfolded inside her head. "Anything for you." But she laughed inside. The laugh that smells like pure evil. 

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