My ebony pussy dripped and squirted as he stared in my brown eyes and squeezed my throat tighter. The feeling of helplessness and lack of ability to breathe was extremely erotic. He pumped his rock-hard cock deeper into my soaking wet slit. “You like that don’t you, filthy slut?” he asked, finally releasing my neck. I moaned and gasped for air before confirming that I loved everything he was doing. Exploring my client’s dominance fetish was the goal of this hot sex therapy session. We had been discussing his desires, dreams, turn ons, and turn offs, and now we were in phase 2. Time to put his feelings into action. He grabbed my throat with both hands and squeezed tightly. “You remember our safe word?” He asked. I shook my head yes. He smiled slyly, stared into my eyes, and started ramming his thick cock ferociously in and out of my tight, juicy pussy. Tears flowed from my eyes and my chest jumped as I tried but failed to scream out in absolute pleasure. My pussy started pulsating and my sweet cum juices squirted and overflowed. I felt my purring kitty gripping my client’s cock as he watched my facial expressions. I could tell my client’s throbbing dick was ready to explode. He glanced down at his cunt juice covered cock and released my throat from his tight grip. I gasped and breathily moaned our safe word. He pulled his shiny engorged cock out of my slippery pussy, and shot his huge creamy cumload all over my stomach and sexy tits. “Why can’t you be my girlfriend so we can do this all the time?” He asked, still catching his breath. I reminded him that it would violate my sex therapist code of ethics. I grabbed a towel and wiped his warm cum off, while he watched me with a smile.
“Time’s up for today, Sir. See you next week!” I smiled as our session came to a close.
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