Sometimes things just happen when your a hands on sex therapist. I had my secretary helping me with some therapy and ooops the condom broke. And oops she got pregnant. So I was in search of a new secretary. The interviewing process was grueling until Felecity walked in. My panties were soaked as soon as she walked into my office. The sexuality and sensuality was oozing out of the pours. Her perfume was an intoxicating aroma with an undertone of musky fresh sex as if she had been fucked right before she walked in the door. The combination of it all was intoxicating. I watched her take a seat across from my desk and I began rubbing my clit under my desk. And then we started the interview and the sound of her silky sultry voice sent my fingers deep into the pink folds of my pussy where it was warm and wet and needed attention badly. I could see in her eyes that she noticed the change in my breathing and the difficulty I was having breathing. She came around the desk, leaned in and kissed my neck softly as she slid her hands down my top and began caressing my hard nipples. I was on the edge, so close…when she pulled my chair back and began kissing my soaking wet pussy until I gushed cum into her waiting mouth. The interview lasted another hour as I explored every inch of her body. She starts tomorrow.
Category: Phone sex therapy
Best Phone Sex is Honest Phone Sex
Best phone sex is honest phone sex. Guys ask me all the time what is my favorite thing to talk about on a call. I always give a vague answer because variety is the spice of life. I like to talk about all sorts of things, but I keep it real. I have no limits because so many many things get this mature phone sex slut wet. Just today I got off so good, I squirted on my computer screen. What made me so hot and bothered that I coated my laptop in girl jizz? Small cock humiliation. I couldn’t fuck Shane’s small pecker, but I sure as fuck could laugh at it. I did just that. I let out a litany of small dick slams, while calling him worthless and ordering him to go put on some pretty pink panties. A decade ago, I likely would have been nice and coddled a tiny dick loser, but the gloves are off now. And you know what? It is such a turn on to not hold back. As a seasoned phone whore, I give you the honest truth. So, if you can’t handle the truth, then I am the wrong phone sex therapist for you. Brutal honesty makes my pussy drip.
What To Do?
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.
My Wicked Indulgence
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.
Phone sex therapy
I went to go see a therapist all this week. I have a bit of a problem. I really love sex. My therapist has been talking through things with me, saying that it is normal and that I need to explore this in a healthy way. So she has scheduled for a man to sit in on our sessions. She gets naked every meeting that we have. Her body is so sexy I just can’t even resist not wanting to rub her pussy against mine. I walk in and the man is naked as well. I uncomfortably take a seat, feeling my wet panties press up against my pussy lips. She ask me how I feel about what I am seeing. I describe to her the Lightning it shoots up my spine. The man gets up and goes behind me to take my shirts off and to play with my nipples and tits. I moan and I squirt more pussy juices in my panties. If I don’t get my skirt and panties off, they won’t be wearable. My therapist gets on her knees in front of me and takes my skirt and panties off. She begins to lick up my dripping wet snatch as the man sucks on my neck and tits. This is the best session yet, she really has helped me and my urges a lot.