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He sought me out for interracial phone sex therapy a few weeks ago.
Bless his heart he has never been in an interracial relationship. He wants to ask her out. According to him she is smart and funny and stunningly beautiful! Ever since she started working at the office he has spent countless hours jerking his dick and fantasizing about her. What her body would look like standing naked before him. What her skin would smell like all musky after hours of making love. What her lips would feel like wrapped around his hard shaft. Would she be shy or a wild fire? Would she spit or swallow? What would it be like to kiss her? All burning questions in his mind and all questions that he is afraid to find answers to.
I have arranged to be at a restaurant where they will be having lunch. It is that “accidental” meeting that is going to be his catalyst into the world of interracial dating.
He has always fantasized about showing his mother how much he loves her in ways that he shouldn’t. But she is the most beautiful woman he has ever known. He goes out of his way to watch her sleeping in her bed. To see the silhouette of her naked body behind the shower curtain. To smell the musky odor of her pussy on her panties. He doesn’t need porn or magazines to jerk off in the privacy of his room. He simply imagines what her skin would feel like under his touch. What her sweet pussy would taste like under his mouth. His imagination creates huge loads of cum pushing out of his balls and spewing out of his cock so hard that he looses his breath. It has gotten to the point where he has to have her, where he is going to take her and to hell with the consequences of his actions. I help ease his tension by playing his mommy. I give him what he needs through sexy role playing in the office. I believe he is close to approaching her and fulfilling his life long fantasy, fucking the object of his desires from all these years.
My dear friend is the masseuse for the Hawks. That is right the Seattle Sea-hawks. It’s preseason and she got sick with the flu. She needed someone to fill in for her so she gave me a call since only a doctor can technically do the job. Never mind that I am a sex therapist not a licensed masseuse. I have a license. There was no way I was going to turn down the chance to rub down a bunch of muscular, hot and sweaty football players. I could only imagine what they are working with between their legs and how much stamina they must have!
Standing there in the locker room as they come in off the field, the smell of masculinity and testosterone is thick in the air and my pussy soaks my panties. Without thinking I reach between my legs and start rubbing my pussy and my nipples get rock hard and strain against the material of my skimpy blouse. This is going to be one interesting afternoon.
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. What to do? My nipples are hard and my pussy is aching but the only one here is my husband with his tiny dick and inadequate ability to satisfy this pussy of mine.
I think I will dig out some huge toys from my treasure chest and pop in my favorite big dick porn and make him watch as I fuck myself to completion while watching men I don’t even know fuck on the tube.
He will sit there with that forlorn look on his face and that wistful look in his eyes. The one that says he would give anything in the world to be inside my hot wet pussy. That if he had a Jeanie in a bottle he would wish for a big dick and the ability to be a real man to his gorgeous wife.
I of course will taunt and humiliate him, which brings me more pleasure and makes me cum harder then if I was masturbating alone.
Two beautiful victims, Cassandra and Fiona. Both needing and wanting his brutal attention. Both begging for the ultimate abuse, degradation and pain. They both live to bleed for him, would gladly die for him and love to be used by him. When he is aggravated or stressed he can take it out on either one of them. Both of their pussies throb and flow hot and wet for his brutality. The savage beast in him is soothed as he beats them before fucking their bleeding and broken bodies until he is satiated. He loves both of them in his own sick and twisted way and they love him. He fears that one day he will beat them to death and have to fuck their corpse and then try to find a way to dispose of it. And he admits that his biggest fear is also the ultimate fantasy. That he often masturbates to the fantasy after he has brutally assaulted them and they are laying beaten, broken and bloody on the floor next to his bed.
He brought them to me for a session. Why he cares how they really feel deep inside is beyond him. But after several sessions with me he is beginning to dig deeper.
They are both just as beautiful as he said. Both adamant about needing the abuse like the air that they breath. In our session together I gave them the abuse they crave just like he does. I have to admit that I derived a great deal of sexual satisfaction and felt empowered as the abuser. It was much like the power I feel when humiliating my husband during cuckold sex.
I look forward to many sessions with the three of them both watching the girls be abused and abusing them myself. I must confess that I have no intention of trying to help any of them now that I have tasted the thrill of abuse.
Using them will be my wicked indulgence.