The Counselor - Sex Stories

The Counselor

... pink pussy. The mature slut sitting across from me was commando, and shaved! Shit this was unreal, she is one hot exhibitionist. I am sitting there, trying to cover up my growing hard on, very difficult for a 20 year old. I see her smile slightly, then purse her red lips with her tongue. I think she notices my bulge, I am not really sure as to what to do. Should I rub my cock? Do nothing? What? “Well, young man, I think our little conversation is over, for now. I will need to visit with you and members of your fraternity. Would Thursday evening be good?” She asked. “Um, yes, I guess. What time Ms . . .?” I had to let my voice trail off, I would have gone to a falsetto voice, the mature slut began to stand, spreading her knees further, I had a great view of that mature pussy! “Oh, please, call me Wendy, sweetie.” She said as she bent over once again, allowing her blouse to gap open, and let the young male have another good look at her tits. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as the young male shivered at her blatant exposure. “Um, Thursday would be good, Wendy.” I stammered unable to take my eyes away from her pussy, till she stood fully. “Great, “ she said as she approached me once more, my eyes glued to her tits as the jostled inside her blouse. “Please have as many of your members there as possible so that I am able to review their schedules, and commitment.” Chapter Two – The First Thursday Counseling Thursday arrived, and the b*****rs were not happy in ...

... giving up an evening to sit around with some old broad talking about college classes and degrees. We setup the library to have the meeting in, the typical chairs around the sides of the room. Seven pm, and the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Wendy. She looked even hotter than she did on Monday when I first met her. She wore a form fitting black cotton skirt that fell just past the tops of her hose, a sheer white blouse, with a little purple bra that held up her tits, but sure didn’t cover them, as her nipples were barely covered, plus the hose, then a pair of platform heels that added about four inches to her height. She truly looked the image of a slut, and made my cock jump instantly. “I hope you like what you see, you are staring hard enough.” Wendy said as she stood at the door, Morgan’s eyes glued to her thinly veiled tits, held up with the purple shelf bra. She walked past him, her briefcase in one hand and a large purse in the other. Hrummph “Ah, yes, of course please bring them in,” he commented without really knowing what he had just said, his eyes on her ass now as she passed by, the skirt a size or two, too small. I was standing behind her as she bent over to place her purse and brief case on the floor, next to a chair at the table. She leaned over at the waist, the back of her skirt riding up to near the top of her hose, exposing her legs to the tops of her hose. She was definitely getting a good look over by all of the b*****rs who were now filing ...