The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4

... drifted off to sleep, her subconscious mind picked up the repeating phrases hidden underneath the music, things that her waking mind would never detect. And they spoke to her in her own voice. “Tori is a slut...Tori wants to be raped...Tori wants cock...Tori sucks cock...Tori loves cum...Put it in my ass...Tori has a slut pussy...” She awoke an hour later with her hand in her cunt again, wet with her fuck honey. The music was still playing. She pushed the covers back, rolling onto her back. She couldn't believe that she was horny again, but playing with her pussy felt like the right thing to do, so she kept at it until she came again. When she came down, Tori went into the bathroom and made herself presentable. She had an hour before therapy, but couldn't decide what to do. She decided on another run, and made her way to the gym, pounded the treadmill for 20 minutes. Harmony didn't appear. It wasn't that Tori wanted her to, she told herself. She didn't want the busty redhead to come in and feel her up again. She didn't want her to stick her tongue in her mouth. She didn't want her to rub her pussy and make her cum. Those were dirty things, things a girl with a slutty pussy would do, and Tori was a good girl. Still, she found herself hanging around the gym catching her breath for another few minutes. When no one came in, she went back to her room and showered off. Her pussy was begging to be played with again, but she did her best to ignore it. Finally, it was time for ...

... therapy, which her watch reminded her of. Not that she could forget. She took the winding hallways to Dr. Travers' office and knocked on the door. His deep voice beckoned her inside. Tori came in and shut the door. “Good afternoon, Tori. It's very nice to see you again. You're looking lovely!” He said, seated behind his desk, working at the computer. “Hello,” she replied meekly. “Please have a seat. Grab a sucker if you'd like,” She did like, and grabbed one before sitting on the comfy couch. Travers finished up on his computer and came around, taking a seat in the big chair opposite the couch. “And how are you feeling today? Settling in, I hope?” “I'm good, and yes, everyone is really nice,” “Excellent. Now, today, what I'd like to do is try to get to the root of your recent experimentation with drug use. I'm going to ask you some questions about your background, and we're going to explore, together, the driving force behind your addiction. Does that sound alright?” “Whatever you, need, sir.” Over the next half hour, Travers asked her all about her family life, her youth, school, her accomplishments, her boyfriend, social groups, and habits. He was very easy to talk to, and didn't come across condescending, or as though he was in a superior position. Tori found it easy to open up to him, and talk about anything. Finally, the question came. “When did you first experiment with drugs, Tori?” For the first time she didn't have an answer, since she had never actually done drugs. “Well, ...