"I'm not wearing anything under it Doctor." She tells me as she places her hands on my desk.
I move my hand to the middle of her back and roughly push her face down onto my desk. My hand pulls her skirt up out the way.
I look down at the beautiful curves of her full figured body. Mrs. Tompson is what they politely call a large waisted woman.
To me that's always ment they had a spectacular ass!
Her skin is warm and soft under my hand as I caress her cheeks. I grip a hand full of her ass then in a rush I drop to my knees behind her.
Leaning I place hard kisses on the soft skin, bringing them ever closer to the center. The warm, inviting place of pleasure forbidden me by my wife.
But not by Mrs. Tompson.
She confessed to me, in one of our first sessions, that her husbands ignoring her ass was one of her primary reasons for their marital difficulties.
To him a woman's ass is a one way street, a no-man's land to be crossed only in the most desperate time usually under fire.
A dirty place. A sinful place even.
Spreading her ass cheeks slowly I take in the inward swirl of her little rose bud. In a way I guess it a good thing her husband doesn't pay more attention to her here. He might have come to notice that she is by far more open now than in years past.
My kisses go down into the dark valley between her cheeks. The warm heat of her pushes against my face as I bury my lips against her.
I listen to her moan as I lick, first softly then with a growing aggression. Finally I'm driving my tongue into her as deep as her ass cheeks will let my face get.
She opens under my mouth first a little, then the muscles relax till I'm meeting little resistance as I push inside.
I stand up and reach down to my pants. I open the zipper and the snap and let them fall to my knees. I lean across her, feeling the hot heat of her ass against my cock. I grab the lotion bottle and stepping back I pour a large squeeze onto my fingers. With a brutal force that I would never use with any other woman I push the lotion up inside her.
"Oh dear god! Gently Doctor please!" she begs me. "You hurt me something fierce last time."
"You loved it though didn't you?" I ask as I move my two fingers around inside her. She whimpers then I slowly feel her relax, even pushing back against my hand a little.
"Yes." She says in a whisper.
"Then do you really want me to be gentle?" I ask as I pull my fingers from her. I look down to see the creamy hole slowly close back. I know it will take very little to open it back up.
And I'm not very little.
I see her fingers grip the far edge of my desk. I watch her slowly shake her head.
I smile. She has always shown a reluctance to beg for what she really wants. I think it might be part of the problem's she's having with her husband.
Stepping closer to her I place the head of my cock against her tight ring. It clinches shut as I give it a slight push.
"You know better than that." I tell her in warning.
She leans her head down on my desk and slowly nods. I feel the opening relax as I give a slight push.
The low guttural moan from her as I slide first the head, then inch after inch into her is primitive and arousing.
As I feel my flat stomach press hard into the cheeks of her ass, trying to get even deeper I hear her whimper.
"Oh please." She says clawing at my desk.
"Please what?' I ask as I pull out of her till just the head is inside.
"Please...ahhhh!"
The whole length of me goes back into her in a long quick thrust. I focus on her hands. The knuckles turning white as she clutches the wooden edging.
Grabbing her hips I start up a steady rhythm in and out the tight warmth. I look down seeing myself compress to fit into her she's so very tight.
I feel myself starting to sweat a little. Reaching up I loosen my tie and open the top button of my shirt. It helps.
My eyes come to focus on the view outside as I settle into a hard pounding pace. I listen with a half smile to the animal like sounds coming from her. Driven by the force of my thrusts she's grunting out each breath, sucking in air as I pull back to the now very open ring.
I feel the warm heat of her down the whole length, as thrust after thrust makes her wetter and wetter. Her body responding to this invasion.
"Oh god yes!" I hear her scream out. I feel her legs trembling against the front of mine.
I smile to myself knowing I've made her cum without ever touching her clit. She confessed to me once, after I had done this to her the first time, that she had never really had this powerful an orgasm with her husband. Since then I've given her several more to compare it to.
I think they're getting stronger, but what do I know. I'm just being paid to help her keep her marriage together.
I lean forward as I feel myself starting to get close. I slide my hands under her blouse and across her warm stomach. My fingers go under her bra and holding onto both her tits, I begin to truly pound into her.
I listen with pleasure to the sounds of her whimpering under me. I find her nipples in all that warm flesh and pinch them hard. It brings a screech of pain, but she's position in such a way that she couldn't stop me now no matter what.
Not that she really wants me to stop.
I bring one hand around from under her and catch the back of her long hair. I pull on it as I ram the last few strokes into her ass with all my need to cum. The sounds coming from her. Moans of pleasure, whimpers of pain, guttural gasps for breath are all lost under the deeper throated cry from me as I feel myself release into the dark depths of her ass.
I collapse onto her panting for breath. I only half listen to her under me. She's crying lightly. I know from asking her it's from a mixture of pain at the invasion and pleasure at the intensity of the orgasm she feels when I cum in her ass.
Slowly my head feeling kind of disconnected I lift myself up off her back and stumble back to one of the chairs behind me.
I watch her slowly slide to her knees, then to the floor leaned into the front of my desk. Her hands hold weekly on the wood as she pants for breath. I see shivers run through her.
Slowly she turns to look at me and I beckon her to come to me.
I feel like the king of the world as I watch her crawl to where I'm sitting. She presses her face into the lightly tanned skin by my knee.
I smile down at her as she looks up at me with tear filled eyes.
"I love you Doctor." She whispers to me.
I smile down at her. Like they said in school every one falls for their therapist.
As I watch she slowly kisses her way up my thigh. I shiver as I feel the tip of her tongue lightly lick me. I watch her as she cleans me with her mouth something no woman before her has ever done, not even after regular sex let alone what we just did.
Leaning back I just enjoy the powerful sensations she's giving me.
After the fury of taking her from behind the soft feeling of her lips is a relaxing pleasure. I harden slowly and come to orgasm even more slowly. I just lean in the chair watching her head bob on my cock till I feel the release. It leaves me spent and panting for breath.
I recover slowly no need to rush. I watch her put her clothes to right, then with a compact from her purse, put her face back together. The black lines of mascara down her cheeks disappear, the smears of lipstick around her mouth vanish.
With my cock still hanging limply on my thigh she leans down and gives me a long kiss, her tongue deposits a taste of my own cum into my mouth. The knowledge that she had been saving it in her mouth the whole time she got cleaned up sends a surge of lust back through my cock.
"Same time next week?" she asks me pleasantly.
"You still think you and your husband are going to be having problems?" I ask blinking up at her face.
"O hell yes. He mentioned last night going on a golf trip to the golf resorts in Hawaii. Just him. Saves I would be bored to death there with nothing to do while he went
to play golf." She gives me a little peck of a kiss. Then leans down to beside my ear. "Your cum is running down my inner thigh."
I just sit and shudder till after I hear her go out the door.
Slowly I get up and pull up my pants. I pull my tie down till it's lose enough to come off. I toss it into my brief case with the files I need to review for tomorrow.
I shut off the lights then stop by the door and just breath in the smell we have left behind us. It's a deep primal musky smell.
The cleaning crew that comes in at night have even made note of it for the building janitor to check into.
On worn out legs I ride down the elevator to the front lobby. Normally since it's only two floors I take the stairs, but I feel like I've gotten my exercise for the afternoon.
I stumble on the landing as I go through the automatic doors. I head over to my car in it's reserved parking place.
"Hey Dr Tompson?"
I look over to the building security guard that watches the parking lot.
"Hey George. How's the wife?" I ask.
He smiles at me. I gave him some free advice one after noon a few weeks back.
"Were doing a lot better. Thank you."
"My pleasure." I tell him and start for my car again.
"Dr Tompson your wife dropped this a few minutes ago when she left. I was about to bring it up to your office when I saw you coming down.
I take the small lacy gloves he's holding out to me.
"I think it fell out her pocket when she got into the car."
"I'll tell her you found them. She would have hated to have lost these."
George smiles at me.
"She sure is a looker. Your one lucky man Doc."
"Oh don't put money on that. We have our problems just like every couple."
"Yea, but doing what you do for a living you know how to fix them right?" he asks grinning.
I nod
"Yea I can usually come up with a way to get us back on the same page. Well goodnight George."
"Good night Dr Tompson."
I pull my car out the parking lot slowly. No need to rush. It's just my bitch of a wife waiting at home.
The End.
Flying The Friendly Skies
"When the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign..."
I sat slightly forward hoping that the young Captain sitting across the isle from me would get a good view down my shirt. I had rather ample bosoms and the low cut shirt and Victoria Secret bra I was wearing made them look even bigger.
He had caught my eye when he boarded the plane and I had hoped that he would take the seat next to me. To my luck, an overweight aging business man sat next to me, and the Captain sat across the isle next to a June Cleaver look-a-like.
I listened as he spoke softly to the woman next to him. He would be flying the next leg of this flight, but for now he planned on sitting back and enjoying the ride.
He was a handsome man. No older than 30 with a brown crew cut, piercing blue eyes, and a strong square jaw. His lips were full and sexy, and his ass had filled out his uniform pants very nicely.
As he laughed at something the older woman said, he glanced my way. I had been noticing each glance he stole. They were becoming more frequent. And even though he was trying to hide the fact, it was apparent his gaze was locked on my tits each time.
A soft ding sounded and the seatbelt sign turned off. He looked my way again and I turned slightly, waiting for his eyes to reach my face. I gave him a huge smile and tilted my head to the side, indicating the rear of the plane. His face showed no reaction.
I then unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up. As I made my way toward the back of the plane and the cramped bathrooms, I could feel myself getting wet.
I slid open the door to the restroom, looking back toward the front of the plane. He was watching but had an odd look on his face. Had the pilot really never been propositioned on a plane before? I found that hard to believe. Perhaps he had not understood the non-verbal cues? It was looking more and more like I'd be getting myself off in the bathroom.
He continued to stare, and I met his eyes once more and smiled. "Come on sexy," I thought to myself, "Figure it out before some balding business man feels the need to drop a load."
I turned and entered the restroom, closing the door but not locking it. I stood there for maybe two minutes before I heard a light tap on the door. I stood back as the door opened and the young pilot stood there looking dumbfounded. I just smiled and crooked my finger at him, motioning for him to enter.
He hesitated only briefly before entering, closing the door and sliding the lock home. His eyes narrowed as they roamed all over my body. When they finally reached my face there was confusion and desire in his eyes.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. They were just as soft as they looked. After a moments hesitation, they were crushed against mine in a demanding kiss. His tongue prodded for entrance and I eagerly submitted by tangling my own against his plundering muscle. His hands groped my chest, squeezing my breasts to the point of pain. I moaned into his mouth, voicing my approval of his rough treatment.
The neck of my shirt was loose and low cut and as he pulled down on the fabric, my tits were exposed. They were barely contained by the lace material of my bra and a nipple was already exposed.
His kisses began to travel across my jaw to my lower neck as he deftly plucked each breast from its meager confines. His fingers twisted and pinched each nipple as his mouth sucked just below my left ear.
My hand made its way down to his crotch and his rather impressive bulge. I could feel the outline of his hard cock as I rubbed it through the fabric of his pants.
I gasped as his mouth finally found my large and erect nipples. He sucked them into his mouth as his hands continued to ruthlessly squeeze my breasts.
As I used one hand to massage the front of his pants, the other was struggling with his zipper. I wanted my mouth on that cock and soon. As soon as the zipper was released I reached my hand in his pants to cup his massive erection. I squeezed against the soft cotton as I sought out the opening of his boxer briefs. Finally my finger made contact with the silky hardness of his cock and I stroked the length of him with my hand. He bit down harshly on a nipple as his hand reached up instinctively to cover my mouth, stifling my moan.
After of few stokes of his cock, I pulled its length from the confines of his uniform pants. He was larger than I thought and I licked my lips in anticipation.
The hand that had moments ago suppressed my groan was now eagerly pressing my head downward. I held back a smile as I rejoiced that he was, after his initial trepidation, completely into this.
The restroom did not afford room for him to stand and me to kneel before him, so I sat down on the commode as I leaned forward to take the head of his hard shaft between my lips. He tasted salty and just a little sweet. I pulled back and licked my lips, looking at him before resting my tongue against his purple head. His eyes closed, head thrown back in a silent moan, as his hands settled on either side of my face. He guided my mouth further onto his waiting cock. I moaned as his length entered my hot mouth, the vibration giving him pleasure as his hips jerked back slightly.
My mouth now took in his entire length, the tip of his cock bumping the back of my throat as he began to thrust himself in further. I breathed slowly through my nose to keep from gagging as his hands continued to force my head further onto his cock. I swallowed as my nose touched his groin, and his grip on my head tightened. The slight pain excited me even more.
We started a frantic rhythm of sucking and thrusting as I reached between his legs to cup his balls. Rolling each between my fingers, I then ran my index finger just below them as I sucked his entire length into my mouth. Saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth and I was sure that anyone waiting outside the door would be able to hear the sucking and slurping noises I was making.
That final deep pull of my throat must have been his undoing because he suddenly jerked m
e to my feet. Violently he spun me around and pushed down on my back, bending me over the toilet. I caught myself with my hands just before my face slammed into the wall.
I thrilled as I felt his rough hands push my skirt up over my ass. He growled quietly as he ripped my now soaked thong from my body. Without warning he thrust into my sopping pussy, fully impaling me on his cock. His thrusts were hard and quick, pushing my body forward with each movement. I could feel his cock banging against my cervix with each plunge and reveled in the pleasure of the pain it caused. I loved a forceful fucking.
He lasted only a few minutes before pulling my ass back against him and shooting his seed deep inside my quivering cunt. After several moments he pulled out and stood there catching his breath as I watched over my shoulder. I stood and turned to face him. I could feel his cum leaking down my leg. I reached my hand between my legs, gathering up his thick milky jism on my fingers. I brought them to my mouth, licking the sweet cum from them, savoring the taste of our combined juices on my tongue.
He just stood watching me for a moment. A soft ding sounded in the enclosed space. The fasten seatbelt sign had come back on. I reached down, tucking his now flaccid prick back into his pants and pulled his zipper up. Tucking my swollen tits back into their confines, I adjusted my clothing and gave the stunned pilot a wink as I unlocked the door and returned to my seat, his cum leaking from my pussy with each step.
The End.
Lesbian Wrestles with Conscience
Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiting them to who could supposedly win fights against their so called rivals. This led to people ignoring individuality, sexuality, gentleness, kindness, courage of conviction, the things that matter far more than physical power.
Jess was tall, muscled, with long dark brown hair. She had felt the hair could be a disadvantage in wrestling, as it could be grabbed (rules in The Company did not follow professional wrestling in this). However her skill as a wrestler meant it had rarely happened.
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