A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Five - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Five

... better be aching for my tight Asian pussy.”

“Is it nice and tight, baby?”

“It is for you.”

He stroked himself faster, a gob of precum dripping down the tip of his cock. Her hand reached down below the frame of the camera. He could tell by the contortions of her face that she was touching herself, her voice escaping in volleys of soft, sharp gasps.

“Fuck, Pete. I’m so turned on right now.”

“Me too. I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

“I know.”Her moans grew louder, her eyes half-closed as she focused her touch on a spot that made her hips rise off the bed.“I’ve been so horny for you since I sent you that picture. My panties were soaked for the rest of my shift. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I wanted to do was get home and call you so I could tell you how much I want you.”

“And how much do you want me?”

“I want to taste your cock so fucking badly.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to suck on it until I feel it throbbing against my lips. Then I want to climb on top of you and ride it.”

“God, my hands would be all over your body.”

“Would you squeeze my ass?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Uh-huh,”she uttered through a heaving breath.“The harder you squeeze, the faster I ride you.”

“I bet you’re a good little cowgirl, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I can ride like there’s no tomorrow.”

His cock twitched as he smeared his precum over the tip, his imagination running wild with what she might be doing just below his field of vision.

“Are you ...

... still wearing panties?”

She nodded, unable to form words at that particular moment.

“Do you want me to take them off?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She did him one better. She started by sitting up and moving to the far end of the bed, propping the phone up on something unseen, most likely the footboard. Then she sat on her knees with a playful grin, her legs slightly parted as she let her blouse slide down her arms until it fell on the bed in a crumple behind her. Next, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it dangle on her shoulder until she removed it and tossed it aside, squeezing her bare tits with a sultry look in her eyes.

“Holy shit.”

She ran her tongue across her upper lip as she watched him jerk off, his cock hot and rigid in his grasp.

Her hands moved lower, down to her skirt, hugging the length of her thighs, her palms tracing their shape through the black fabric. Her fingers undid the clasp and zipper while her gaze remained focused on the screen of her phone. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and wiggled her hips as she pulled down her skirt and panties, lowering herself onto her back and lifting her legs up to remove them the rest of the way.

Peter could see a flash of her pussy before she folded her legs back down, holding them there for a moment, swinging her feet back and forth with a seductive flair before she stretched them across the bed and spread them open. The dark flesh of her pussy lips stood out against the pale tone ...