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my first time with daddy

This is a true story. It may not sound believable, but it is true. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, leave a note to tell me and i will share more.
The only sexual partners i’ve ever had have been members in my own family. My father took my virginity at the age of 14, and now being 19, we are trying to get married. I know that it is wrong but we cannot help it. We love each other that much. The first time was like i said. I was 14. My last day of school before summer was soo boring. Until i got home. I brought two of my friends home and we went swimming in our pool. My friends left at about 9:30pm. I walked into the house soaking wet and went into the bathroom. I took off my bikini top and my panties. I was drying off when my dad barged in and started yelling about getting the floor all soaking wet. I yelled back at him because I was standing there naked and he just came in and saw me naked. He blushed and quickly closed the door and left. I put on my pajama bottoms and a t shirt and went out to the living room, I went over and sat on my dads lap and told him that i was sorry that i got the floor so wet. He rubbed on my back and said, “just make sure that you dry off before you come in next time.” I said, “ok.” I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I felt something twich against my butt while i sat on his lap. I kinda jumped because i didn’t know what it was. I asked my dad what that was and he said, “it’s ok Stacy. That’s what happens when a man gets aroused.” Oh, ok daddy. But what does that mean?” I had heard some things at school, but i did not know anything about sex at the time. “Well Stacy, arousal is what happens when something or someone gets a mans blood flowing really fast. The blood flows to the mans penis and it gets very big. So you see, it’s a good thing. A really good thing.”
“So, what is making you aroused daddy?” ” Well, you are the one that made me aroused Stacy.” He was blunt about it. Back then, I did not know anything about incest. I just knew that I was happy to make my dad feel happy. “So, do i have to do something?” I said, not really knowing what was going to happen. “I know that we have had it rough since your mom left, but I really appreciate all the things that you do for me. Would you do something else for me?” ” Oh yes daddy anything. Anything that you need.” I said, eager to help out with anything. I had no idea how much he was going to help me as well. Ok then Stacy. why don’t you go to your bedroom and get in bed while i lock up the house.” I ran to my bedroom eagerly, not knowing what to expect. My dad came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you know what oral sex is Stacy?” I had heard some things but I told him not really. Which was true. He said that he would like to teach me what it was and if I liked it he would teach me a lot more. I said ok. So then he said,”ok then i want you to take off your pajama bottoms and lay flat on your back and spread your legs.” I did as I was told and soon my dad was at the end of my bed looking at me . He must have been able to tell that I was nervous because he told me not to be. He also told me that if I wanted to stop, just say so. “ok daddy.” He said,” now whatever happens, try not to stop me unless you want to because what I am going to make you feel better than you ever have in your life.” With that, my daddy put his face in between my legs and began licking and sucking my pussy and inner thighs.I moaned out loud. He was right. It did feel better than anything I’ve ever felt. Things were going off in my head that I’ve never felt before. He kept licking and sucking my pussy and my body tingled. I wrapped my legs around his head almost involuntarily. I was in heaven. My tiny body began to shake and i screamed out, “OH YES DADDY DON’T STOP” I was breathing soo hard and finally began to breath slower. I took my legs from around my dad’s head and asked him what just happened. He said,”my little girl just had her first orgasm. How did it feel?” “Just like you said that it would. It was the best thing ever.” He said that it was now my turn to give him oral sex. I said that if it would make him feel as good as he just made feel, then of course i would do it. “Ok then. what I want you to do is take off your shirt and get on your knees in front of me.” I did what he told me to do, but i was embarassed because my boobs hadn’t gotten very big yet, He said that was ok and said that they were perfect. That made me more comfortable. He took off his pants and boxers and then the twitching thing from the living room was revealed. He sad, “now stacy, you have to be gentle with a penis. No biting or nibbling because it hurts. Now all you have to do is lick and suk on it until I tell you to stop. At the end, a whole bunch of stuff is going to come out. I want you to swallow as much of it as you can. Do you understand sweetie?” I said, ” I will do the very best that i can daddy.” i took hig big penis in my mouth and began to suck on it and lick it up and down. daddy said, “I want you to take it your mouth as far as you can.” So I did. I began to choke because it went so far into my mouth and throat. Then he said, “WOW baby youre doing great!” So I just kept treating it like a huge lollipop Sucking on it. Licking it up and down. Pretty soon, my dad was moaning real loud.I could tell that he must really be liking what i was doing so i tried to go faster and take more of his big penis into my mouth, I tired over and over unitl i finally was able to get it all in my mouth ervry time that he pushed it in. I could see his legs go tense and i knew that something was about to happen. He said,” ok baby, here comes your reward for pleasing me. Just slow down and let it fill your mouth.” So I did. What i got next I will never forget. My mouth was full of hot gooey stuff. But it actually tasted better than anything i’ve ever had before. I slipped my mouth off of his penis and though I was able to swallow most of the stuff, some dripped out onto his penis. I didn’t want to dissapoint daddy, so i took his penis back in my mouth and sucked off what was left. That made him moan again. When I was done I asked him what that stuff was that i swallowed. He said that it was called cum or seimem. I told him that it was the best thing that I have ever tasted. then i asked him what it was used for. He said, “Well when a guy puts his penis in a girls vagina and releases that in her, thats how women get pregnant.” “Oh” i said, grateful for the explanation. I felt dirty, but in a very naughty sort of way that i truly didn’t discover til 2 years after this. “So, is that what sex is dad?” ” Well baby, that was oral sex. Actual sex is when the guy puts his penis inside of a girls pussy. It feels really good for both of them. Do you want to try that Stacy?” I said sure, hoping to please my daddy more. He told me to get back on my bed and lay flat on my back like before. i did and he came up on the end of the bed again and this time spread my legs himself. He said,” stacy, take my penis in your hand and stroke it up and down like this til its as hard as when you were sucking on it, Good yes like that. Now when I put my penis in you, it is going to hurt at first. If it hurts too bad tell me and I will stop. but after the pain is gone you will feel more pleasure than you felt even when i was licking your pussy. Are you ready?” I just nodded. My mind was racing on how good it wass going to feel that when he stuck his penis in me i barely felt any pain. It felt like a bubble popping and as soon as that was done i began moaning with every one of my daddys thrusts into my pussy. I yelled out oh dadd it feels sooo good. Don’t ever stop pleasee.Hebegan to slide his penis in and out of my wet pussy faster and faster and all i could do was moan louder and louder. i kinda laughed because i thought the sound of our thighs slapping togther was funny, but at the same time it felt sooo good.
All of the feelings of my daddys big hard penis deep inside me was too much to bare. I screamed out daddy im having another orgasm. With that,my whole body shook and i was moaning so loud it felt like a wave of water had been released from between my legs. Dad said to keep moaning cause it turned him on. I count hepl but to moan anyway. Then in one motion, he pulled his penis uot of my dripping pussy and began to stroke it. The next thing that i know, hes cumming all over my tummy. I remember what he said about swallowing everything that came out of his penis, so i wiped his hot sticky cum off my stomach and licked it and sucked it off my fingers.With a big moan my dad lay down besies me and we laid there togther for a minute. I live you stacy, he said to me. I love you too daddy. Thanks for teaching me all this. Then he said, let’s go take a shower and go to sleep.You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want stacy. I said that i really wanted to. So we went and took a shower and dad dred me off then himself. We went to his room and since that night, 5 years ago, neither one of us has slept alone.
Again, this is a true story. I hope that you liked it and want to hear more. I have it to tell.

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Fantasm

Body Swap

In some future time, prisoners can agree to a body swap with someone older than themselves so that they become the age they would be when their sentence is complete. Robert Voleman sees this as a way to get out of jail early to continue his predatory life. The final result, however, is not quite what he expected.

Fantasm

From Jeffrey to Cindy

I knew I shouldn’t get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw…So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. I wish I heard him walk up the steps, open the door. stpe inside. I had no warning until I looked up breathing heavy, hand covered in cum, with him staring back at me with an evil grin. “I’ll leave you be, for now.” and he left back out the door. I was horrified. My parents bizarre, creepy friend Jack saw me in the worst possible scenario. He texted me a few hours later. He told me if I wanted my secret kept I’ll take a drive with him the next day. I had no choice.
Now, here I was driving to god knows where, not a single word spoken other than his statement about my fashion choice. He just did that so I knew he was in charge that was clear. I swallowed hard letting out a quiet sign. I hated the unknown. Not knowing what the hell was going to happen, or where the hell we were going it drove me crazy.
“So” he finally spoke up cutting through the silence of the car. “How long ago did you decide on your new undergarments?” I didn’t say anything I just looked at the ground feeling my face turn a shade of pink. He reached over and forcefully grabbed my leg forcing it to spread. “Im talking to you boy, when I ask you a question you better damn sure answer it.” His forceful actions mixed with his shockingly booming voice scared me.
“Tha…That was my first time.”
He let out a loud laugh.
“Well with the little package you have between your legs, I’d say women panties are appropriate.
I felt my heart crawl into my throat. I couldn’t believe he said that. I always knew it was small, but hearing someone say it, stung. I haven’t had sex for that reason.
“You’d of been better off as a woman. You know, I think you enjoyed wearing panties. I think you know that since you clearly cant use that to satisfy a woman, you want to learn to satisfy a man like a woman.
My eyes shot open, I looked at him for the first time since I entered the car. His evil grin grew bigger.
“Don’t try to deny it.” You felt nice in those panties, you felt right didn’t ya?”
I thought to myself, i didn’t think he was right. He couldn’t be right about this. But what he is saying is making a sick sort of sense. He was successfully mind fucking me and I had no idea.
He pulled off to a dirt road and parked the car. I looked around not a house, or other vehicle in sight. Was he going to kill me?
“Here’s the deal Jeffrey…No that wont do…Here’s the deal Cindy. You don’t want the whole town to know about your little problem, or your choice of underwear I will keep your secret, but you will be doing something for me. He reached across me and went into the glove compartment. His elbow grazing my nub of a cock causing it to leap a little. I didn’t understand how it could even move in this situation. He took out a pair of black lace panties and sat them in my lap.
“You’re going to go stand in front of the car. Strip completely naked, and put those on. That is your first task of the day.
I couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this, I wanted to cry, my hands shook. I looked around, the area seemed deserted, but god knows with my luck i’d leave the car, strip and the whole town would show up.
“I said go boy, don’t make me tell you again.”
I let out a defeated wimper opening the car door and stepping outside and walking to the front of the car. I saw his hand slide down out of sight but by his shoulder moving, I knew it was still moving. I lifted my shirt up and over my head letting it fall to the dirt. I never noticed before that even at 18 I was hairless. Not one bit of hair on my chest or armpits. I still had baby fat and I wasn’t the most athletic so i had a pair of man boobs that I obviously wasn’t fond of displaying. He honked his horn, causing me to jump and my hands fumbled with my belt on my jeans and released it letting my jeans fall down around my ankles leaving me in a pair of batman boxers. I hurried to remove them, just wanting this to be over and trying not to think too hard about this horribly humiliating experience as I kicked them to the side and slid on the pair of black panties. They felt odd against my skin, different then boxers, or the pair of panties I took from my sisters drawer. I put my hands in front of the crotch of the panties, not that I had much to hide. He raised his hand, gesturing me to return to the car. I leaned down to gather my clothes and he honked the horn once more. I looked at him and he shook his head. He wanted me to leave my clothes there? I whimpered and slowly walked back to the car leaving my clothes in the dirt, me in just a pair of black panties.
I scooted into the seat and closed the door. His hand slid onto my thigh. I looked over and for the first time I saw his cock hanging out of his opened pants. He saw where my eyes went and nodded stroking his meat.
“This is what a real cock looks like. You don’t have a cock you have a little clit. The hand of his that was on my thigh went up onto my shoulders and ran through my hair. I really wish I didn’t like the “skater look” so much, because I knew my long brown hair was only in his mind confirming his beliefs that I was meant to be a woman.
“You’re not a real man” he said in a soft almost comforting voice.
“You’re a woman, who is meant to serve men.”
My eyes remained on his cock. I didn’t know what it was, but a part of me was hearing his words and believing him. I wanted to serve him. Maybe it was the dirt he had on me, or it was that I was meant to be a woman, meant to serve him. I didn’t know but I wanted to keep him happy.
“Mmmm I see your starting to come around, your little clit is growing.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You even have a pair of tits growing in .” I blushed, I really hated my baby fat.
“For me to keep your secret, you have to do something for me. You want to do something for me, dont you?” He said in the same sweet tone he had been using.
I nodded slowly my eyes leaving his cock, looking from his flannel jacked, up to his gruff face, with stubble on his chin to his evil grin.
“Thats a good girl.” His hand pressed against my head harder. “You will learn the first step at pleasing a man. Your going to give me a nice blowjob.”
My eyes grew wide with panic, no i couldn’t do this. I shook my head in horror, and for the first time in I don’t know how long I spoke.
“No, I cant do that. I can’t. Please. I’m not a girl, im a guy.”
He let out a loud laugh, that I’m sure could be heard a mile away.
“You’re not a guy, a guy wouldn’t be wearing panties, a guy would have a real cock not a puny clit. A guy wouldn’t have tits growing in, and a guy would of spoken up ages ago. But you didn’t. Because you aren’t a guy, you are a girl. not even a woman.”
My jaw hung open, I was trying to think of something to say but I was so confused. Was he right? I had no time to think as I felt my head being pressed down toward his cock. I quickly close my mouth, my lips pressing against his hairy cock. I knew enough, to know he had precum already leaking down the side of it, and he rubbed my lips into it
“Open up baby let your new uncle Bo show ya how to be a real girl.”
I wimpered but I opened my lips slowly and the head of his cock slid into my mouth the taste erupting through my mouth. It tasted salty, and sweaty, but something was happening to me. His hand had left my head and i was pushing further down. I lifted my head back up and then eased my mouth further down. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought, and I wanted it all to be over. Thats how I rationalized it. I wanted it all to be over.
“Ohhhh yeah just like that, see a born cock sucker.” He rested his head closing his eyes as I continued bobbing my head up and down. His moans made me feel a little prideful and I started to bob my head up and down faster. I let a hand find its way to his balls and started to stroke them as I let my head slide down until I gagged. I felt a rush hearing myself gag and slammed my head down over and over gagging each time. He grabbed my head forcing it up and down faster and faster his moans growing louder before he pulled my mouth off his cock and I saw a huge splash of cum leave his cock and spray my lips and into my open mouth. He started to jerk his cock letting any cum he had stored up splash into my mouth and against my lips and cheeks. He let me go and i leaned against the passenger side door breathing heavy eyes watery, trying to understand what I just did.
“Just as I thought. You love sucking cock just like a girl. He reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the compartment and lit one and placing it into between his lips before starting the car. I looked down realizing I was still un the underwear, and he was driving away from my clothes. I watched my clothes fade into the background of the wooded area. Cum staining my lips and cheeks, wearing a pair of black panties. I was watching my old life fading as well. My life changed the second I willingly opened my mouth.

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Morning Bells (Part Four: Chicago)

Hey I’m sorry if it took so long to come out with this chapter i actually stayed up last night and spent about 6 hours writing it so i hope everyone enjoys, if you have any questions or ideas please let me know i try to reply to all the comments i get. Thank you to all the readers that continue to follow the story!

True Story

Free Spirited (07)…Rock Bottom ? Part 2 (1998)

It was 1998, I was 16 years old living in a dump of place with hookers, junkies and street kids; it seemed a hopeless situation. The place was run by a prick named Tex who had the residents at his mercy; he warned us “If you want to stay here you either come up with the money or I fuck you; the choice is yours”. I had taken the latter option; I now no longer resembled the goody-goody girl of 2 years earlier.

Fiction

Savannah

This is my first story if its rated well I might do another point of veiw

Fiction

Weird Kid

This is my first REAL attempt at a story. I’m going to take my time with this one; if you don’t like the lack of sex in it then I’m sorry. If all goes well I’ll post some more of it. Be Gentle.
Weird Kid
I was never really accepted by my peers. I was always the outcast. just because I did things out of norm. While played football, I watched MMA. While they complained I would work hard. If they smoked and drank I would silently curse them for those stupid things to themselves.
My name is Jack O’Conner, and I’m one weird kid. When I was younger talked a lot. It seemed that when I was asleep I would store up all my thoughts for the next morning. And when my mother would say “good morning sweetie” I would unleash all of my stored up thoughts in on movement of my lips. It must have been extremely annoying to have to listen to random bits about my scattered and frantic dreams.
When I turned 12 I was already attending Elementary school. I wasn’t exactly the most popular. In fact I wasn’t as social as I had been a few years before. I had no friends, and liked to keep to myself. It may have seemed like it was all on my own doing, but it wasn’t. I wanted to be social with people, but it was really hard for me; partly because I was very shy and that I couldn’t relate to anything others did. I was always fascinated with computer games, and reading books, such a quality was and still is very hard to find in people. So with that I was classified as a “Nerd.” And slowly after that I was weeded out of activity groups, and all my “friends” slowly faded away; people in general stopped communicating with me.
But now I’m 16, and it seems that what had happened for four years is going to continue. I walk the halls of my high school a social outcast, ignored and forgotten. To try and fit in I gave my hand at football, it seemed as though I had broken my cardinal rule; Never get involved with others. I created that rule, because it seemed that I would make quite a fool of myself if I attempted to do things with others. And as you may have guessed it was a complete failure, and it was slightly crushing.
There is one thing that I appreciate about myself. I won’t brag, because I know there are others that are better looking. But, I’m 6’4″ and I tip the scales at 235 lbs.
 
I do think that the one “good” thing that came out of the unwarranted hate; was that I had plenty of extra time to work on my physique. Most everybody would spend that time with friends, or at some sort of sporting event; not me. I would come home from school every day, complete my daily assignments and then head to my in-home garage. I would do rigorous workouts either at my house or at the school weight room. It would consist of Running, Free weights and punching bag striking. The only downside was that it seemed to worry my mom; she thought I was depressed or angry. I am neither, I’m actually quite grateful for their hate towards me. It allowed me to build up defensive barriers that are so desperately needed in today’s society.
But, I’ll get along with what I have to say. My story begins at the middle of my sophomore year in high school. I was 16 as I said, and it was just one of those average days. It was a Wednesday morning, and it was a cold one. “Shit” I thought to myself. Everyone was wearing at least a jacket, and it was April! But it didn’t bother me, seeing as I had a car and my license.
“Jack! Jack! Hurry up! Your gonna be late!” my mother wildly yelled from the kitchen. I didn’t utter a response. I just threw on my favorite red shirt, and faded jeans. I realized the time and quickened my pace down the hall towards the front room. “Ma…….” I stopped mid sentence, I wanted to speak but I was in complete shock; almost to the point of fainting. Taylor Behnke, the prettiest girl in my sophomore class was sitting on my couch! “Uh…uh…Hey” I stupidly sputtered at her. “Hey Jack” she sweetly voiced. She said it so lightly, that it made me almost faint again.
“Oh good, you met your new carpool buddy!” I was dumb struck. “Her mother asked if you could take her with you to school.” I simply nodded my acceptance, I felt it was little too eager; but oh well. I would try and hide my fright of her; she was such a beautiful girl and I’m a shy dweeb. It was slightly nerve racking. “Well, Taylor we have to get going.” I followed her to the door, “Good bye Sweetie!” my mother yelled at me. I blushed deeply as Taylor lightly giggled.
As we drove to school I kept glancing over at Taylor; god was she beautiful. She could move cities with her looks; 5’5″, Brown hair and the deepest blue eyes. She woke me out of the trance with a “What’s wrong?” I suddenly realized that I had been caught staring at her, “Erm, nothing…sorry.” I muttered. I was quiet all the way to school after that. I quickly noticed the routine. I would take her to and from school with me and then drop her off at her house after school. Except Fridays, she would usually wait for me; partly because she did homework in the library and that I lifted at the school on Fridays. And it was one of those Fridays that changed it all for me. It was rainy and cold again, so not many people stayed after school for anything. So I had the weight room all to myself, so I decided to get on with my lift.
It was somewhere around 30 minutes into my workout when I heard a loud “Stop!” I would of normally let this go, but given the conditions I couldn’t. I exited the room, and saw light coming from one of the many darkened classrooms. I slowly opened the door and noticed 2 of the school’s Football players surrounding a girl, I heard her voice again and it was Taylor! They we’re failing at attempts to grope her and get her shirt off. “Stop, please!” she pleaded with them, and they just nodded their heads no and laughed at her. I clenched my fists as I felt my rage boil over, and without thinking I sprinted full speed into the first one and knocked him over. As he was rolling out of the way, I stood up and brought my foot straight up and into the second guy’s abdomen. I followed the kick up by slamming my fist into his jaw, shattering it. He crumpled into a heap on the ground; Bloodied and beaten. The first guy must have gotten up at this point because he tackled me to the ground. I quickly sprawled and got up to my feet. I brought my knee crashing into his face, followed by a few fists to his disgusting mouth. And just like his friend, fell into a bloody heap on the ground.
I was sweating and my arms were pulsing with shocked veins; and they were covered with blood. Taylor just looked at me in complete shock and awe, “go wait for me by the principal’s office.” I gruffly said. She quickly sprinted out of the room, I looked back at the two men laying on the ground. “If I ever see you talking to her again, I’ll do more then beat the piss out of you.” I stated coldly.
I drove Taylor home in dead silence, when I dropped her off at her house she looked me in the eyes and said “Thank you.” She followed it up with a kiss on my lips. It was unlike any feeling I had ever felt before. I blushed slightly and said “No problem” she smiled and left me in my car. For the first time, I felt weird. I didn’t exactly understand what it meant, but I wish I could have another one.

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Taking the Maid

This story was inspired by a picture by the wonderful and talented artist The Veterinarian. All accounts and characters are completely fictional.

Fiction

Doctor’s Orders

A white-faced clock ticked as the black hands jerked with the moments, the seemingly gray waiting room containing only three fidgeting people: one woman behind the desk with her red spectacles resting on the edge of her nose as she stared at the screen of her computer, a man in the corner wearing a brown suit flecked with spots of black thread, and a woman clad in a yellow tank top and acid-washed denim jeans.
The woman in yellow was slumped in her shoulders as her chin rested in her palm, the arm supported by the rest of the chair’s steel side. Her blonde hair was teased in the back as the rest of the tendrils were straightened to fall about her face; her pink lips pouting in a frown whenever a sigh was not falling from them. As she sat in her chair in silent boredom, her hazel eyes traveled from one focal point to another, first gazing at the fish tank near the room’s entrance, then falling onto the cracks of the green plastic border on the bottom of the walls.
“Ms. Michaellago,” called the secretary, her spectacles pushed up her bridge with a manicured French tip. “The doctor is ready to see you now, miss,” the secretary smiled when Michaellago turned her attention to the desk.
Michaellago forced a smile and stood from her seat, walking to the door next to the desk and twisting the knob before walking down the narrow hallway coated with the same gray as the waiting room. At the end of the small hall, she twisted the shimmering knob and stepped into what seemed to be an office, the sign on the door reading “Mr. Green, Ph. D” as she entered.
Inside the room, pale green plastic molded against the carpet, a desk situated between two chairs: one chair black and fitted with gentle leather while the other seat, the one placed in front of the desk, was a simple like the ones in the waiting room. In the corner of the room stood a man with peppered hair, his press shirt a light green and his pants as dark as fresh-brewed coffee.
She cleared her throat and shut the door behind her, the sounds capturing Mr. Green’s attention and forcing him to turn around. “Hello,” he smiled, the skin around his mouth layering around the corners of his mouth. “You must me Arianna Michaellago, I presume.” He positioned the book in the stuffed shelf before him and made his way to the more comfortable chair. “My secretary spoke to you over the—please sit down, it’d be my pleasure Miss—well you didn’t mention the addiction you had over the phone. I was just wondering if you could tell me what you wanted me to help you overcome.”
Arianna bowed her head with a smirk on her lips and walked to her vacant chair. Green sat down and looked up at Arianna, her hands gently holding the back of her chair. “Well, I’m a whore that doesn’t really enjoy sex. I just thought that you’d help me out with this whole cognitive dissonance thing I’ve got going on.”
Green blinked as his smile became frozen, taken aback at his patient’s predicament. “I’m not a sex counselor, but I don’t believe that you have a common situation,” he told her with his elbows coming to rest on his desk. “I’m sure I could help you with it, though.”
Arianna offered a small smile to the doctor and let her fingers drum against the back of her chair. Seeing that she wasn’t willing to offer any information, he cleared his throat and suggested to her, “Maybe a recount of one of your encounters could help me.” She nodded and set her bag on the seat.
“I guess my sexventure from last night…well, this morning, is the most recent.”
“Tell me about what happened—from when you first met him, to be exact,” Green added as he gave a nervous chuckle to what he could have heard if she didn’t start at that point.
She rolled her eyes at the correction he made and turned her back to him, walking to the bookshelf. “Well,” she began with a bored tone, “I got dressed like usual. Went out on my own—guys don’t like it when girls are surrounded by other women, it makes them feel conscious about what her friends are going to say or think about him—and I made sure to have my legs showing. Anyways, the guy came up to me and starting chatting me up—you know: drinks, laughter, running his hand up my thigh and all that. He took me to the dance floor, grinding on me like usual and then he went and kissed my neck, his hands rolling up my sides like glaciers in reverse, trying to get to my chest. I didn’t really want him to and I didn’t want to let his sweaty-ass palms touching me, but he expected it so I let him.” She turned to look at her counselor and gave a dry laugh, “Apparently, not wanting a guy to touch you isn’t a good enough reason for them not to touch you? They’ll just keep asking ‘Why not?’ with that stupid little smile on their face and keep doing whatever they want—drunk or not.” His patient turned her attention back to the volumes and let the pad of her index roll down the spine.
“So you do these things because you think you’re supposed to?” he queried to her, encouraging her to continue talking.
Michaellago nodded, her hair bouncing with her head. Green’s eyes followed the lively strands, his gaze falling too low and catching the sight of her lower back. Seeing her flesh, a bit of skin that was spotted with sweat only that morning, enticed him to look lower at the curve of her ass stretching the material of her jeans. He could clearly see a shadow beneath the mounds of her ass and he felt the wetness of his tongue sliding across his lips, wanting to see how firm her ass really was. His gaze shot back to her locks when her voice continued.
“It’s not an outside force though; it’s an internal want. I have to do it—I have to feel like I can control it—to prove that I can to myself, to him, to everyone: I just feel like I need to do it.”
Arianna turned and sauntered to his desk, her swaying hips more pronounced, but Green wasn’t sure if her hips were so animated because of his mind’s excitement or of her own will. She perched on the corner of his desk, her right ankle over her left as she stood within a foot of the seated Mr. Green. “Is that so?” he asked nonchalantly of her, his head falling back to look up at her.
She laid her palms on the top of his desk and gently lifted herself off the ground, her pert cheeks flattening against the blonde wood of Green’s desk, the acid wash fabric of her jeans stuffed with her flesh. “Yup,” she said with a small sigh, her gaze peaking from beneath her black lashes. Arianna’s legs began to swing back and forth, her slim calves softly brushing against Mr. Green’s black pants.
“What’s your first name?” she asked curiously, her pink lips wrapping into a smile.
“John.”
In the next second, Arianna rested her legs on John’s thigh, leaning back on the palms of her hands. “What do you think about that John?”
Green looked down at the smooth skin laid in his lap, her slip on wedges hanging on her toes. He wanted to push her jeans up to feel the taut flesh of her legs and he could feel the stirring in his stomach become more violent the further up her leg he imagined himself. “I think I’ll disclose what I think about that at a later date,” he finally said to her, his chin going to rest on his fist. Arianna took a moment to remove her feet from her counselor’s lap, adjusting her body to face him directly as her legs draped apart, giving him a clear view to the apex of her thighs. “I do think it has something to do with you wanting to control someone or something, though,” he added as an afterthought.
“Oh, I see,” cooed the woman as her head fell to the side, her hazel eyes shimmering with hidden thoughts. “And what do you think of that? Do you think it’s interesting when a woman takes control?”
The sound of her voice seemed to take a new tone, her words becoming sultry and smooth, her tongue licking her lips slowly, almost seductively. John was beginning to become uncomfortable with her legs splayed open before him. Arianna didn’t wait for him to answer her: she already knew it.
“What’s your favorite part when she does?” she asked him, leaning forward until her shirt hung so loose that John could see the complete curve of her breasts spilling from her laced bra. “That’s why you became a counselor isn’t it?—You wanted to be in charge of other people, or at least make yourself believe that you were in control of their thoughts and emotions by having them spill their hearts out to you.” Her arms stretched out to grab onto the arm rests of his chair to pull him close enough that her breath was dancing over his neck.
Her hands slid from the arm rests to his knees and inched up his thighs as she whispered, “I know you like the illusion of having control. I know you can’t get enough of it.”
Having her breath tickle his skin as she teased him, and knowing that she wasn’t opposed to fucking around, John was unable to keep to himself. He leaned forward and let his tongue sink into her mouth, his hands going up to her tits. His broad hands squeezed her chest and massaged the mounds as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth.
With their tongues tied together, John stood up and pushed her onto her back, his hands firmly mauling and playing with her breasts as he did so. Arianna could feel his calloused fingers yanking her tank top off her body before pulling down the cups of her bra to expose her breasts. His hands went back to squeezing her tits as his teeth pulled on her lower lip.
“Take your pants off,” he ordered her in a husky voice, pulling away from her mouth for only a moment to communicate it to her. Arianna complied, pushing her pants down her legs to reveal the tiny, yellow thong that hid her shaved pussy. The jeans fell to the carpet and she pulled him closer by wrapping her legs about his waist, her hips lurching forward towards his pelvis.
His body pried his hand from her tit to unzip his pants. Letting his trousers pool at his ankles, his boxers falling with them, John’s hard cock sprang free and rubbed against Arianna’s cloth-covered clit. Arianna let out a moan as she felt his tip massage her blood-engorged clit, her pussy slick with juices. “Give it to me,” she moaned breathlessly as her hardened nipples scraped against his palms and dress shirt.
“You want it you little bitch?” he hissed as his thick cock rubbed against the outside of the cloth, small strings of pre-cum streaking the fabric. The scent of her sex filled the air as her petals became wet with her honey, some of her liquid dripping so far down her slit that her tight asshole was glimmering with her juices.
She nodded helpless as her hips thrust forwards, desperate for him to fill her. “Oh yes. Give it to me, baby,” she mewled as her nails attempted to rip through his shirt and dig into his back. Her body shook as his hands let go of her breasts, one hand going to his cock and the other going to the triangle over her pussy. The hand between her thighs shoved the cloth to the side to expose her shining pussy lips, her heat so pent up that he could feel her warmth on the end of his cock. John’s hips lurched forward once more, animalistically sinking into her depths in one smooth motion as her tits jiggled at the sudden entry.
“Fuck yes,” Arianna purred with a smile of satisfaction gracing her painted face, her slim legs tightening around his waist and making his full length fill her feminine groove. “Take control of me John,” she sighed as her hips gyrated against his form, her inner muscles massaging his sensitive length. John’s eyes rolled to the back of his sockets as his meat was swallowed by her hungry flower, her core attempting to pull him further into her being as his cock began to piston in and out of her tunnel.
As John’s pelvis glided back and forth, fully enveloping himself inside his patient, Arianna began to unbutton his shirt and slide it over his shoulders, his pale skin striking against her tanned hands. The dome of his dick kissed the entrance of her womb with each powerful thrust into her core, his skin clapping against hers as his balls slammed into her ass with each swing of his hips. Each thrust of his hips brought a new excited whimper from her full, pouted lips. John could feel her walls tightening around his fleshy pole with each whimper he forced from her mouth.
“You gonna come you fucking slut? Huh?” he spat at her as he pinned her to the desk by her wrists. His thrusts became faster as her cunt began to tighten its vice-like grip, urging him to erupt with his cum—begging his body to release his cum-filled balls with just the tunnel of her slippery cunt. “Is this what you wanted you cunt? Did you want me to pound this pussy and prove your point?” he asked as he pounded away at her open pussy, his grunts ascending in pitch, battling the whimpers and moans of his patient.
John let go of her left wrist and laid his hand over her open mouth to muffle her passionate moans. “Shut the hell up bitch,” he told her as he throbbed inside of her, her walls throbbing and writhing around his cock.
Arianna’s eyes fluttered shut, the whites of her eyes the only thing he could see before her eyes finally rested at a close, biting her bottom lip in attempt to follow her doctor’s order. He took his hand off her mouth and stared at her teeth sinking into the pink petal of her mouth, blood rushing to his genitals as he felt his load surge to his tip. “Fill me with your cum,” blurted out the whore as her walls squeezed and milked him with earnest, Arianna fully aware that her womb was about to be soaked with his seed.
Ropes of hot cum began to pour from his cock as her walls gripped tighter and tighter on him, spasming as each wave of seed was renewed. Arianna’s body rocked and shook as her orgasm swept over her being, feeling his cum fill her core as the warmth of his cream sent chills up and down her spine.
The ropes soon vanished as his load completely emptied in her cunt and John pulled out of her velvet-like core; his cock began to deflate after retreating from her depths. Doctor and patient panted in the afterglow of their climaxes, sweat sparcely spotting their temples. Arianna gulped and looked up at her doctor with half-lidded eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Green,” she gasped through her fight for air, “who was in control of that?”
Green stared down at his patient, strands of his peppered hair limply sticking to his forehead. Beneath him, Arianna smirked up, her chest rising with each breath as she awaited his answer. “Hard to tell isn’t it?” she queried, her blonde hair splayed seductively beneath her. John could say nothing as his fingers raked from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his crown and sat down with his pants still pooled around his ankles.
Arianna propped herself onto her elbows and looked at him with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. The good doctor sighed as he left his hand cup the back of his neck, his gaze staring at his patient as she slithered from the top of the desk to his pooled pants.
“It’s not like you have a wife,” she blurted out as John Green kept staring in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he had done, or why he had even done it. “You’ve got no tan line on that hand and you have no pictures of any sort of woman anywhere, not to mention the fact that the walls are so fugly and bare. Mainly fugly, but we aren’t talking about your poor choices in decoration—which is another indication that you have no woman in your life other than your mother and her 2 cats,” she added with a biting bluntness.
A short glare from the man towering above her kneeling form changed her bitter tone within seconds. Arianna even gave a small, apologetic sigh to represent her change of heart. Now when she spoke, she looked up at her doctor from beneath her lashes, her lips resembling the slightest of pouts.
“I mean, what we did wasn’t wrong. It was what you wanted, right? So how could something you did be wrong? And even if it is, who’s going to know other than little ol’ me and yourself? Hmmm?” she cooed as she perched her head on his bare knee, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Well, just because we wanted it doesn’t make it right,” offered Green with pain dripping from every word; he knew that what he was saying was right, but her words enticed him much more than his own. His words were only hollowed, his trust completely sewn into the seams of her lips and the sermon that fell from them.
“Why isn’t it right, though?” she questioned him, her head barely separating from his flesh. It was then that John became painfully aware of her breath tickling the flesh of his crotch once more. “It can’t be wrong, Mr. Green—it’s not hurting anybody, as far as anyone is concerned. How is us having sex going to hurt anyone? I know I don’t have any sort of disease I could give you, and you’re the type who wouldn’t feel right without telling me if you had something—but you would’ve said something after we were finished, just to prove your point that you had control over the situation. So, really, no one but ourselves is affected at this point. Having that logic, and the fact that we’ve both had enjoyable times, how is this wrong?” Arianna purred as she rested her head back on his knee, one of her manicured hands stroking the length of his inner thigh as her breath continued to caress his fleshy pole.
Green stuttered with the distraction of her breath, “I—uh—I don’t know, Ms. Michaellago.”
At the mention of her surname, Arianna frowned, her hand stopping at the curve at the top of his knee cap. “Back to formal names, are we Mr. Green? I don’t believe you were calling me that when I was getting pounded by your cock only 5 minutes ago.”
John shut his mouth at a loss for words and looked at the hem of his unbuttoned shirt. He could see the thin black hairs that seemed to always plague his upper thighs, his skin shining with a blotched film of sweat. From the corner of his vision, he could see the feminine hand working up and down the flesh of his leg, getting closer to the apex of his thighs with each inward swoop of her hand. The feel of her soft palm on his skin made little shocks of electricity shoot up and down his spine as his imagination spun a scene of her hand going straight to his semi-erect cock. Arianna smirked when she saw the twitch of his dick, instinctively knowing he was thinking about her warm hand wrapped around his velvet-wrapped rod of pleasure.
“You love doing that,” Green stated, looking her dead in the eye as her fingers teased the small tufts of hair on his pelvic bone. “You love having to submit to someone’s physical needs to you don’t actually have to get to know them— ‘cause if you do get to know them, you’ll already have half of them figured out by just applying your personal personality algorithms to them: that, and you’ll lose your ability to see them as a person—or in your case, a statistic—and you’ll only see them as something that’ll cause you some sort of emotion.”
Arianna’s fingers curled about his length and gently stroked him as he spoke, her eyes transfixed on his as she continued to pleasure him. “You don’t want the emotion—you just want the pure, unadulterated, but completely adult-rated, lust and you don’t know how to handle that because the small range of emotion that you have can’t comprehend the overload of pleasure that you get from such encounters,” John continued, the speed of his speech and the grip of her flying hand causing him to breathe faster.
“You submit to be the dominant so you can easily write-off people who don’t like challenges,” he began to conclude as she let her red tongue slide from between her pink lips and lick the undercurve of his cockhead. “And when you find someone who likes a challenge, and isn’t afraid to take you on in their own dominating fashion, you can go back to being the submissive one in the relationship without having to explain yourself—you do it so you don’t have to think about anything but what you’re told to….. do…”
The “O” drifted off into a shivering moan as his patient suckled the tip of his dick into her tiny mouth, her tongue wriggling beneath his ridged cock like a trapped snake. John gripped the arm rests of his comfortable chair and let a low breath slide out of his lips. The pink petals of her mouth kissed and brushed about his length as she held back the satisfaction of getting him to submit to her. “And what if you’re wrong?” she innocently asked him, knowing she would pique his interest once more— a feat she wasn’t sure that he could manage at this point.
“Huh?” he stupidly started at her question, the fog of his pleasure clouding his mind.
“What if you’re wrong about it all? About why I do this?” Arianna let her tongue swirl about his head as her fist pushed a drop of precious pre-cum out from his hardening cock.
John gulped a mouthful of air and felt his hips jump forward in search of the young woman’s mouth, his body already accustomed to her sensual touch and wanting more of it. He gulped once more to wet his dry tongue and stated through quivering lips, “Then you truly do care about nothing but the—oh fuck, that’s good!” She had just swallowed his length, her lips clashing against her pumping fist and had begun to hum softly. “Then you don’t give a fuck about the person, or the emotions, or the risks. All you want to do is be able to prove that you can do a challenge,” he finished quickly before her humming could continue.
His patient smirked as she sucked him, his full length standing rigidly in her warm mouth, his balls just barely hanging below her teasing fingers as drool began to slide down his shaft. Her bare tits brushed against his thighs and excited him further, the pre-cum beginning to coat his cockhead thoroughly with his excitement. Arianna pulled him from her mouth and dipped her head to his sack to suck one of his balls between her lips, her tongue gently playing with him as her palm rubbed over his sensitive head. John was squirming and moaning as he was pleasured by her, his patient taking care of him with apt eagerness.
Arianna let him fall from her mouth with a small ‘pop’ and went to the other side of his sack to give his other ball the same treatment, her repeat performance drawing more moans from her doctor’s throat as she followed her act with the tip of her tongue following the seam of his sack to the tip of his cock. Her thumb replaced her palm as she let her saliva-drenched lips run along his shaft, her eyes looking up into his as she made the journey from one end of his pole, to the other.
In the next moment, she withdrew her hand, opened her mouth and introduced her uvula to his dick, his girth pushing into her throat as she continued to suck on him. Once more, Arianna began to hum and moan as her throat wrapped around his velvet-like rod as tears began to pool in her eyes, threatening to spill as her body was tempted to gag on his steel-hard dick. She raised her mouth from his pelvis to relieve her throat before bobbing up and down on his column of fleshy pleasure. The warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her wet throat had him closer and closer to another release as she sucked on him so hard that her cheeks caved in and formed around his shaft. John’s ragged breath piqued and was broken with a long groan of ecstasy as her tongue writhed about him, a torrent of warm cum spilling into her mouth and sliding into her stomach with each of her gulps.
When he finished shooting his load into her mouth, Arianna pulled back and licked the salty taste from her lips, her eyes still locked with his.
“Or,” Green continued short on breath, “you just do it because you like the challenge. And who expects a girl at any age with a good head on her shoulders to be good at pleasing? You just wanted to prove yourself, and now you can’t stop.”

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