“For a start, why don’t we talk about how you’re feeling right now, Mr. Osborne?” Paula said as she stared at me.
I stayed calm in my seat, back pressed against the couch as I watched her. Paula was my therapist. I’ve been having sessions with her for nearly two months now, and fuck me, she’s gorgeous as hell. With her sexy blue ‘fuck me’ eyes and tempting full lips that were always painted red. I stared at her beautiful oval-shaped face and down to her white dress shirt that clung to her body, giving me a perfect view of her full breasts. I imagined what her tits looked like and how they would feel against my hands. She wore a black tight skirt that was pretty long. Paula had her legs crossed in front of me as she stared at me patiently.
As much as I make my therapist uncomfortable sometimes, I think she was attracted to me. The few sessions we’ve had these past months were mostly about her. I barely talked about myself. And why was I seeing a therapist in the first place? It was because of my sex addiction. I was addicted to sex. I couldn’t help myself. Some experts said wanting a lot of sex doesn’t mean it’s an addiction, but some people were always ready to argue, saying that wanting too much sex is an addiction. At this point, I didn’t know if it was an addiction or not. But I was sure about one thing, this whole sex addiction was messing with me. It was fucking with me.
I couldn’t even keep a goddamn girl. They were always complaining the only thing I cared about in the relationship was sex, more sex. I always wanted to fuck. I was once married too. My wife divorced me. She said she couldn’t keep up with my constant sexual urges. According to my ex-wife, she said my libido was too much. I didn’t doubt her. Maybe it was. Lately, since I barely could keep a girl, I always jerked off every morning before leaving for the office, and during lunch break, I jerked off in the private restroom or my office. And then when I closed for the day and went home, I jerked off, and sometimes later, I always visited a brothel to get hammered. It was becoming a habit and that was when I talked to myself that I needed to see a therapist. I thought it was the final solution to my sex addiction. But I guess I was lying to myself.
At first glance at my therapist and I wanted to fuck her. God, she was sexy as hell. She was complete sex on legs. Beautiful dark skin, brown-haired, with her small portable glasses that hung on her nose. I googled her the minute we met and I discovered she was a Latina. A fucking sexy Latina. Throughout almost all our sessions, Paula always tried to get me into talking, and maybe have better communication with her. But I just talked a little all the time and let her talk while I fucked her in my head.
“Mr. Osborne?” Paula called for my attention, absently pushing her glasses against her slim nose.
“When are you gonna stop addressing me by my last name and just call me Daniel?” I said to Paula.
She sighed and leaned back on her seat, with her hands crossed on her knees in front of her.
“You know that will be unprofessional of me. I can’t do that, Mr. Osborne. Can we start by talking about your day? What did you do today?”
“What did I do today?” I repeated her question as I stared at her.
My eyes went to her tits again as I stared too long at them.
“If you want me to help you, Mr. Osborne, then you’ll have to learn to talk to me,” Paula said.
I smiled and nodded.
“I did a lot of things today.”
“Please, be honest with me.” She said, opening a notepad and jotting something down.
“You don’t want me to be honest, Paula,” I said softly.
Paula looked up from her notepad as her gaze fell on mine.
“I want you to be honest. Please.”
“Okay,” I smirked at her. “I’m gonna be honest then.”
“Thank you.” She looked down at her notepad again and jot something down on it.
“My life isn’t perfect, Paula. I have problems and I’m pretty sure you know all that. It’s been pretty difficult for me especially when I try to keep a woman and my relationship. It never works. I got married once. I know I didn’t tell you that, but it’s true. We used to fuck a lot. I mean I used to want to fuck her a lot. She couldn’t handle it. No one could. I’m always fucking horny, Paula, and people are making it look as if it has turned into a problem for me. I don’t even know if it’s a problem. I fucked my last girl hard, fast, and rough, she ran away. Didn’t return my calls either…” I trailed off, whispering every word as I stared at Paula.
She was in a daze for like a minute. I wondered what was going on in her head. Paula cleared her throat and asked.
“What did you do today?”
“I signed a deal with this new investor. It was a big shot for me. And then I went online, streamed porn, and then I fisted my dick, jerking off slowly as I watched these two women eat their cunts.” I said softly.
Paula was speechless.
In the few sessions I’ve had with her, I’ve never talked this dirty and open before. I was a difficult client. She didn’t have to tell me but I knew that already. But today, today was like a big blow for her.
Paula stared at me with a slightly open mouth. Slowly, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked her bottom lip.
“I thought about you a lot too.” I whispered.
She paused and bit her lip and stared at me.
“Mr. Osborne, you really have to be honest with me and stop playing games.”
“I’m being honest with you, Paula. And I did think about you. I thought about your fucking sexy eyes. I thought about your lips and how full your tits are and I imagined how they would feel in my palms as I kneaded them in my hands. I thought about kissing you, sucking your full lips, and I imagined you on your knees with my cock buried deep inside your mouth as I fuck your mouth. I thought about spreading your beautiful legs apart as I pushed your panties aside. I thought about sliding a finger up against your warm cunt as I feel your hotness and wetness. I thought about going on my knees in between your legs and then I buried my face in between your legs, tasting and eating you out like my fucking breakfast…”
Paula took in a deep breath as she squeezed her legs together that were already crossed. She was turned on already. Interesting.
“I thought about fucking you on this particular couch I’m sitting on, with your legs widely spread and wrapped around my waist as I pound into you. Fuck, then I’m gonna take you from behind, with your arms held behind you and your fine ass to my view. I’m gonna fuck you from behind and then I imagined you screaming my name, begging me to ruin your cunt, and have you whichever way you want.” I whispered every word as I stared into Paula’s blue eyes which were slightly dark and filled with lust.
Fuck, she was horny and obviously thinking about everything I said. She imagined it and I think she thought about if I could really do all these things I promised her.
“You can really do all that?” She whispered.
I smirked and sat up, with my elbows on my knees. I stared into her eyes as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“That, and more. You don’t know what my cock can do, Paula. It can do a lot of things. A lot of girls can’t even walk for days after I’m through with them.” I whispered as I shifted forward in my seat, with my butt just sitting on the edge of the couch.
Paula shifted. She was so wet right now.
“You’re so fucking hot, Paula. You’re literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the first day I set my eyes on you, I thought about sliding my dick in and out of your tight little pussy. I imagined you moaning my name, crying and sighing in pleasure. You don’t know how desperately I want to be inside you, Paula. Just thinking about it, you’re getting me hard already. Why don’t you feel how much you’ve affected me by just thinking about your warm cunt.” I whispered to her.
Paula was already breathing loudly while trying to even her breathing.
“Mr. Osborne?”
“Yes, Paula.” I reached for her hand on her knees and slowly brought them to my pants. I pressed her hand against the bulge in my jeans so that she could feel how hard I was.
She gasped.
“Do you feel that?’ I whispered.
“Yes.” She breathed in as she stared at her hand on my bulge. She ran her palm over it, licking and biting her bottom lip.
“Do you want it inside you?” I leaned closer to her as I whispered.
“Please.” She whispered as she looked into my eyes, biting into her full lips.
“All my life I’ve always wanted to be fucked hard, fast, and rough. God, you don’t know how boring my sex life is, Daniel. And hearing you say how a lot of girls stopped talking to you or stopped fucking you because you fucked them so good they couldn’t handle it, made me so fucking jealous. What do I have to give for you to spice up my sex life for me, Mr. Osborne? I want you to fuck me right now. Hard, rough, fast, however you want.” Paula said, whispering.
God, who knew my therapist was a little whore herself?
I smirked and slowly removed her hand from my pants. She whined like a little child at the loss of contact. I removed her leg from the other and slowly pushed them away. I grabbed the arms of the chair Paula sat on and gently pulled it forward so she was close to me. I placed my hand on her lap, slowly pushing her skirt upwards to reveal more of her flesh.
“So fucking sexy.” I whispered as I stared at her thick golden skinned thighs.
“Legs on the arms of the chair.” I ordered.
Paula squirmed and gently placed her legs on either side of the arms of her chair. Her panties-cladded cunt was open for me. I rub my palm on her cunt to feel her up. Paula squirmed and moaned silently as she looked at my hand on her clothed pussy. I slip my forefinger inside her panties and pushed it to the side, coming in contact with her warm pussy and her wetness.
“So fucking wet. Tell me, have you imagined fucking me too?” I asked Paula as I ripped her panties off of her.
She squealed in surprise. “Yes.” She breathed out, gripping the arms of the chair.
“Good girl.” I plugged two fingers into her entrance at once, while I used my left hand to unbuckle my belt and undid my pants.
“Oh, my God.” Paula cried out.
I added a third finger to stretch her out as I began to finger her. I was slow at first, and then I added a much-needed pace to my fingers, pushing all the way inside her and bringing my fingers out again. Paula’s legs shook as she moaned and cried. I thrust into her pussy at a quickened pace. God, she was so fucking wet. It was obvious she’s never been fucked good before or even fingered properly.
“Oh, my God, more. Fuck, just like that. Right there.” Paula cried out.
I leaned down and brought my face in between her legs as I flicked my tongue on her clit so fast. That seemed to send Paula on overdrive because she moaned out loudly. Cursing and screaming loudly. She surely was the loud one. My fingers didn’t stop as I fingered her while licking endlessly on her clit. She was close and I could tell. I pulled my fingers out and let my lips do the whole work. I sucked, licked, and even bit her clit. Paula threw her head back while gripping tightly to the arms of the chair where her legs were still currently on, trying as possible not to fall off the arms of the chair.
I licked up her slit and her pussy lips, and then I sucked again. I hummed against her swollen bud, sending a vibration right into her and I sucked her pussy. She screamed, bringing her hand to cover her mouth to muffle her moans.
“Fuck, I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Oh, my God.” Paula cried.
I brought my thumb to her swollen clit and started to rub, stroking her clit and that seemed to bring Paula over the edge. She came with a loud scream as she tugged at my hair. Once she came down from her high, Paula let go of my hair. I smiled at her and stood up.
“Ready to take my cock inside you now?” I asked her as I dragged my jeans down along with my boxers, revealing my erect cock.
Paula slowly dropped her legs from the arms of the chair as she stared at my length with an open mouth.
“Oh, my God. Fuck, you’re so big.” She praised as she went on her knees.
She grabbed my dick In her hand and slowly stroked it up and down.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to watch you bury this big guy inside me. Fuck me till I’m not able to walk for two days. I want to stay at home while I reminisce about how good your cock was.” She whispered.
“Now be a good girl and put it in your mouth,” I commanded.
She obeyed.
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To be continued.