A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One

... slow and sensuous. The teasing and the buildup turned him on so much more than triggering a gag reflex. Her head bobbed in his lap faster and faster, her hand stroking the foreskin her lips couldn’t reach. His hips rose higher and higher off the bed, his moans filling the room, his fingers gently clutching a tuft of slept-in hair. She kept going, swirling her tongue around his cock as she sucked him off, breathing through her nose like a pro until she finally came up for air, her chest heaving as she panted, her hand stroking his length up and down.

“Have you been this hard all day?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Thinking of me?”

He nodded again.

She let out a soft squeal of glee, stroking him faster as she laid down next to him and made herself comfortable, the bedsprings shifting with her weight.

“You know, I thought about sending you a few pictures, but I didn’t want to get you in trouble at work.”

He shook his head, struggling to form words, the veins of his shaft throbbing in her grasp as she slowed the pace.

“You won’t. I told you before, I keep my phone on silent when I’m at work.”

She flashed him a playful grin.

“Yeah, but you might go to the bathroom and jerk off to them or something. I know how you can’t control yourself.” He actually could control himself. He could control himself just fine. He knew what was and wasn’t allowed at his place of work. It was a mystery why she thought that about him, and a slight annoyance.

“Come on, you know you ...

... would.” She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “You’d get hard like you are now, and you’d have no choice but to take care of it, right?”

He nodded in agreement.

“I might even send you a picture or two.”

“Mmm, now there’s the kind of motivation I was hoping for.”

Her lips found his and made themselves at home. He could taste himself on her breath. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t tell her, choosing instead to caress her cheek once more and pull her close to deepen the kiss. She giggled as his goatee tickled her face, rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb. He broke the kiss to let out a moan, hopping his lips down her throat, past her collarbone and down to her breasts. His tongue ran laps around her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. She let go of him to grab the back of his neck and press his face into her chest, her heaving breaths begging for more.

His hand tucked between her thighs. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs for him, granting his fingers access to her wet, swollen pussy. He ran them up and down the slick surface of her slit, teasing her with a slow pace and a gentle touch. Then he dipped them just enough to brush against her hooded clit, making her hips rise for him, aching for something deeper.

She was shaved down there, making him more inclined to eat her out than he was with the last girl he was with. But he wasn’t in the mood today. He wasn’t in the mood to taste her or fuck her. He just wanted to get ...