by M Boratus
“Are you ready?” she asked Shaun. He nodded, trying to keep his dick from rising as they got up and returned to the dining room. Before Ms. Russo could sit down Shaun offered his hand.
“Thank you for speaking with me this evening, Ms. Russo. I’m very grateful you could spare me the time.”
She smiled at his formality and took his hand. She was shocked at how wet her pussy got when she touched him. Shaun saw her eyes widen but said nothing. As she moved to sit he said, “Let me help you,” and pushed her seat in, making sure his hand came in contact with her shoulders. Ms. Russo felt her horniness build.
To her surprise, Shaun didn’t sit across from her but to her left at the end of the table. They were close enough that their knees could touch if they positioned themselves right.
Shaun kept the questioning professional since this was a real assignment he had to do. Ms. Russo could see the value of the questions and answered to the best of her ability. At one point, she gave a professional answer about treating employees, but Shaun raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” he said, putting a hand on her knee. She squirmed slightly in the chair. “I know there is a protocol to treating employees, but your comment the other day about putting that manager in his place, contradicts your answer now.”
“Speaking of contradictions,” she said. “It is inappropriate to put your hand on someone’s knee during an interview.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shaun said as he removed his hand. He looked like he was going to continue but then said, “Wait a minute.” He placed his hand back. “This is inappropriate?”
“Ye-yes,” Ms Russo replied.
He lifted his hand again. “I can see how this…” He put his hand back. “Would be inappropriate in a job interview. But this is simply a fact-finding interview. It’s not like it would enter into the realms of harassment because I don’t intend to work for you. Can you explain it please?”
Her pussy was on fire now. She wanted to stroke her clit. His hand was still on her and her horniness continued to mount.
“It doesn’t matter the situation,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. “We’re not in a bar. We’re pretending this is an office environment. There’s a certain code of conduct.”
“I see,” said Shaun. “And are there varying degrees to the inappropriateness of this action?”
“I’m not sure I follow,” she said.
“Well, my hand is currently on your knee, but is that better or worse than my hand being here, on your thigh.”
A quiet moan escaped Ms. Russo.
Shaun continued. “One could argue that my hand on your thigh is more appropriate because now I’m touching your skirt and not directly in contact with your skin. But on the other hand, I’m farther up your leg.” He slid his hand back down to her knee. “So is this worse?” He slid his hand back up. “Or is this worse?”
“Both. I mean, neither. Sorry, I’m a bit confused about this line of questioning.”
“It’s just that there have been a lot of lawsuits over harassment lately and while some are clear, there are others where it seems like the man or woman was just being friendly and they got hit with a lawsuit. I’m wondering if personal opinion of the person committing the act has a bearing. You don’t like someone so even when they do something inoffensive you charge them. For instance, we know you don’t like me, so would you have said this type of touching was inappropriate if you did like me?”
He squeezed her leg. She gripped the bottom of her chair but did nothing to stop him.
“And what about this?” he asked holding up his hand. “Shake my hand.”
She did with a wariness in her eyes.
“This is appropriate but…” He pulled her in and put a hand on her shoulder. He whispered into her ear, “Is a quiet conversation like this appropriate.”
“It… it depends who it’s with and the nature of the conversation,” she whispered back. This close, his musky scent distracted her further.
He dropped his other hand onto her thigh. “But doing this is inappropriate,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she replied.
“But do you like the way it makes you feel?” he asked.
“Yessss,” she replied. Then her face flushed. Why did she just tell him that?
“Do you want me to stop touching you?”
“No. Yes.”
“Which is it?”
“Both,” she replied. “I want you to touch me more because it feels so good, but I want you to stop because it’s not right and driving me crazy.”
“But is your reaction to my touch appropriate or inappropriate?” he whispered.
“Inappropriate.”
“So, we’re both being inappropriate?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“So I should stop?”
“I… I…”
He pulled back. “You’re right. Let’s finish the questions.”
With that he went back to business, finishing the questions on his list and then standing to thank her with a firm handshake. Ms. Russo thought her knees would buckle. Shaun yelled up to Amanda that he was leaving. She came down to kiss him good-bye. He said thank you to Ms Russo a final time and then came up and gave her a hug. She nearly came right then.
When Shaun arrived home a new email arrived within minutes.
Dear Dr. Maddow,
I did the school interview with Shaun today and you were right about his touch. I got hornier and hornier. It was all I could do not to touch myself or move his hand to where I wanted to be touched. After he left I rushed to my room and masturbated to two orgasms before I finally calmed down. I hope this isn’t too much information but you said to give you the details and I want to make sure we handle this right.
Part of me is scared to see him again, but a bigger part is excited. If he can create this level of arousal in me, just imagine what the right man will do to me!
Sincerely,
Jessica Russo.
Shaun replied immediately.
Excellent Jessica.
Yes, please continue to send all the details and I think you should use language appropriate to what you’re thinking and doing at the time. There’s no need to be formal about this.
I’m glad to hear your sexual awakening is going well. I think you’ll find that you will only think of Shaun when you masturbate now, and I think that, until you have sex with him, the thought of having sex with him will overshadow any other real or potential sexual encounters. I think that you’ll behave as though you’re attracted to the person you’re with but deep down you’ll be wishing it was Shaun, imagining it was Shaun, though you will never reveal this to the person you are with. It’s funny how obsession works, isn’t it? I think that even if someone tells you how you feel attracted to them or are in need of them, you will automatically replace them with Shaun in your mind and any feelings you have to toward the other person will fade, although you’ll pretend otherwise.
I think you’ll actually enjoy trying to find ways to make Shaun want you, though you’ll also feel guilty about him being your daughter’s boyfriend. I think you love the cat and mouse game you’re playing because it makes you feel alive and sexy. I know you will never cross the line yourself and attack your daughter’s boyfriend, but I think if he kisses you, all your barriers will break and you’ll let him have his way with you.
What do you think?
Sincerely,
Dr. Maddow.
A few minutes later Shaun got his reply.
Dear Dr. Maddow,
I think you’re right. How do you know me so well? I haven’t felt this sexual in years and it’s amazing. I see now that things got stagnant with my husband. That was one of the reasons he cheated on me. I’m not saying what he did was right, but now I see it wasn’t all his fault. I need to be like this all the time in my relationships. I don’t know why I stopped when it feels this good.
Thank you doctor for all that you are teaching me.
Sincerely,
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br /> Jessica Russo.
Shaun smiled. He would soon be fucking his dream girl and at the same time weaning her off Dr. Maddow’s spell. He wanted to fuck right away but he had just set things up so she’d have to see Maddow first, possibly more than once. He could be patient.
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Chapter 4
Ms. Russo entered her house for lunch. She didn’t usually eat at home, but Dr. Maddow had suggested it in an email and she decided it would be a good change from her regular routine. Arriving exactly at 12:30 as the email suggested, she was surprised to hear Shaun’s voice upstairs. She guessed the kids were on a break from classes.
She was about to go into the kitchen when she heard Shaun let out a moan followed by “Yes, that’s it, babe. I love how you suck.” She wanted to turn and leave, but she was supposed to stay for lunch. She didn’t want to listen to them having sex though, so she decided she could sneak into her room until they finished and left.
Creeping up the stairs, she found herself becoming more and more curious about what was happening. To her surprise, Amanda’s door was partially open. Instead of going straight to her room on the left, she moved to the right and peeked in. Shaun stood naked, looking down at her daughter as she dutifully sucked his cock.
Ms. Russo’s knees when weak at the sight of Shaun’s body. She began to drool when she saw his cock as it momentarily came into view between bobs. The angle was perfect, giving her a view of both Shaun and his cock, but keeping her out of view of Amanda. She couldn’t have staged it better. She felt lucky about that, and lucky that Shaun’s attention was down at Amanda.
Her hand fell down to her dress skirt and rubbed unconsciously. She felt entranced by the sight. Her daughter continued to suck while Shaun encouraged and praised her. Finally, he grabbed her head with both hands. Amanda’s hands dropped and let him have his way. This only heightened Ms. Russo’s excitement.
“Fuck,” Shaun cried. “I’m cumming!”
He grabbed her head tightly and thrust a few more times before his whole body tensed up and he just stood there a moment, small shocks going through his hips and Amanda’s head. At last, his muscles relaxed. As they did he opened his eyes and started to turn toward the door. Ms. Russo ducked aside and rushed to her room.
She hid there, relieved to hear the shower in Amanda’s bathroom turn on after a short while. Allowing herself to relax, she opened her skirt, reached in her panties, and began to play with herself. She replayed the scene she just watched with herself in Amanda’s role. She felt her orgasm growing quickly after the playing she’d done at the door.
When the door to her room opened, she almost screamed.
“Oh, you’re home,” Shaun said. “The door to your room was open when we came in, and now it was closed, so I thought maybe someone snuck in.” He smiled “I guess I was right.”
“Shaun, get out,” she said as she did her skirt up, trying to sound angry. But looking at his cock hanging there, the words didn’t come out strong.
“Did you come home to masturbate?” he asked.
She stood up, trying to get back some sort of dignity. “No, I came home for lunch.”
“But you’re here,” Shaun said. “And we were just…” His eyes went wide. “You watched us, didn’t you?”
She moved toward him, in an effort to challenge him. “I don’t do that sort of thing.”
Shaun reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her in close. His touch sent a sexual charge through her body. “How much did you see?” he whispered in her ear.
“I… I just saw Amanda suck you until you came,” she said. ‘Oh Dios,’ she thought. ‘I just admitted it to him.’ Her panties were getting wetter by the second.
“And who were you thinking about while you were masturbating, Ms. Russo?”
“You, Shaun. I always think of you.”
“Is that so?” he said, pulling away. “Good to know. Come downstairs after you’re done and before Amanda gets out of the shower. I’ll cover for you.”
He turned and left, closing the door. Ms. Russo stood staring at that door.
‘What the hell just happened?’ she thought. ‘I just told him I think of him when I masturbate! Estoy loco? And he left me here to masturbate. He thinks I’ll just continue after what just happened.’
She wanted to rush after him and tell him he was wrong. She wanted to show him she was in control, not him. He didn’t know her. He couldn’t tell her what to do. But her admission to him and his touch had brought her so close to the edge she had to finish herself off. Dropping her skirt, she lay back in bed and frigged her clit with horny desperation until she climaxed. Rolling over to shove her head in a pillow, she screamed in joyous, orgasmic pleasure. When the feelings finally passed and she had control of herself again, she realized that she still had to deal with Shaun. She jumped off her bed and rushed down the stairs. She found him in the kitchen, now dressed, making a sandwich.
“How was it?” Shaun asked.
“I…” she said, trying to find a way to blame him for something. “You…”
Shaun came around from the kitchen counter, as she looked at him like a deer in the headlights. Whispering in her ear, he asked again, “I said, ‘How was it?’”
“It was amazing,” she replied. “One of the best orgasms I can remember.”
Despite having just cum, Shaun felt himself getting hard again. He hid his glee and returned to making the sandwich.
“Shaun, I…” she began.
“Mom?” Amanda exclaimed. “When did you get home?” The nervousness in her voice was clear.
Ms. Russo’s brain was fried for the moment.
“Just a few minutes ago,” Shaun replied for her. “I’m helping her make a sandwich.”
“You’re helping my mom?” Amanda asked as she walked up to him.
“Yep.” he answered, then whispered to his girlfriend. “I kinda panicked when she walked in and became overly helpful.”
Amanda giggled. “Oh.” She turned to her mom who still stood, looking confused and a little spaced out. “You okay, mom?”
“I…” she said. “It’s just he’s never helped me cook before. I’m trying to process it.”
Amanda laughed. “Me too. Anyway, let’s eat quickly. Gotta get back to class.”
Ms. Russo also wanted this encounter to be over as soon as possible.
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Dr. Maddow!
I told Shaun I think of him when I masturbate! I don’t know why! It just came out! But what’s worse, he knows that after I told him that I masturbated right then and came powerfully. I admitted that too! What’s wrong with me? Please help!
Jessica Russo.
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Dear Jessica,
Your desire for Shaun is overpowering your need to stay quiet. You’ve put the situation out there. If he does not tell your daughter then you don’t have to worry. I think that if he knows you’re interested and doesn’t say anything, you’ll try harder to entice him because it’ll become a fun game to see who’s in control. He may be interested in you which means you may have control. This isn’t about stealing him from your daughter or fucking him. It’s about showing him you can’t be easily manipulated.
Sincerely,
Dr. Maddow.
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Dear Dr. Maddow,
Yes, I think you’re right. I see what you mean now. I hope when Amanda gets home she doesn’t know anything. Then the games can begin.
Thank you,
Jessica Russo.
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When Amanda arrived home, showing no indication that Shaun had said anything, Ms. Russo breathed a sigh of relief. Then she smiled. She knew how beautiful she was. Shaun may affect her, but now she knew she affected him too. Let the games begin.
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Shaun saw Ms. Russo again two days before her appointment with Dr. Maddow. It was a Saturday and Amanda invited him over for a swim. To Shaun’s surprise he received
two emails the night before the encounter. The first was a BCC of an email to the real Dr. Maddow.
Dear Dr. Maddow,
As instructed I have found another potential client for you. My friend Abby is a very insecure individual. She feels that people are always looking down on her and that her husband may be cheating on her. She is a wonderful person and I want the best for her so I recommended you. Abby and her husband own several businesses and have a net worth of about $80,000,000. I have included a picture of her as instructed.
Sincerely,
Jessica Russo.
Shaun looked at the attached picture. Abby was a stunning redhead with freckled skin. The picture was of Abby, Jessica, and two men on a boat. Jessica wore a full bathing suit, but Abby wore a bikini. Abby had firm perky breasts, nowhere near the size of Jessica’s but still a good handful. He hair hung just above the shoulders of her slim, muscular body.
‘He’s using her to find other women to exploit and fuck,’ thought Shaun. ‘Smart man.’
The second email was to him.
Dear Dr. Maddow,
Shaun is coming over tomorrow for a swim with Amanda. I know I am to report how I feel after an encounter, but I’m already anxious and slightly horny about seeing him tomorrow. I know we’re playing a fun game now, but I’m not sure of the rules. Please advise.
Sincerely,
Jessica Russo.
Shaun smiled and replied.
Dear Jessica,
I think you should relax and look forward to interacting with Shaun tomorrow. But be warned. I have heard stories from many clients who have been obsessed with men. The more they see of his body, the more they realize their desire for him and their need to have him in them. Furthermore, many have stated that if see his cock they get an almost irresistible need to stroke it until he ejaculates and they will find an excuse to do so. I think seeing him ejaculate makes them sure that they need him and it gives them great joy in knowing the pleasure they brought him. I think you may have the same reactions and probably will. If you do, remember that touching him is not the same as fucking him so you won’t be betraying your daughter.