Compulsion

by Don Julian Winslow

  From behind her, she heard his chair shift closer. She sensed his nearness, his presence. The doctor seated just beside and slightly behind his supine patient. Leonard leaned back in the solid comfort of his old wing-backed chair, splayed elbows planted on the arms of well-worn brown leather, hands clasped as though deep in thought as he looked down on her benevolently and led his pretty patient back through the past few weeks of her life.

  She sent her mind back to the time of the first wind shear, probing, searching for some clue.

  She began telling him about her days, her routine, and as she talked a vague feeling stirred inside her. There was something there. Her thoughts kept coming back to her computer. She could see it where it sat ensconced in her home office, as though patiently waiting for her. She saw herself sitting there one sleepless night a few weeks ago, bored, her face bathed in the blue glow of the screen as she idly surfed in the wee small hours of the morning.

  From this vantage point, Leonard found himself looking down with appreciation of his patents’ evocative feminine beauty, his eyes adoring the crest of shiny chestnut hair. Meredith had dressed for the warm summers day in a light-weight dress, a cotton print that hung from thin straps nicely leaving exposed a considerable portion of her upper chest and her lightly-tanned shoulders. Safely seated behind her, he could let his eyes study her laid out body without fear of being caught looking. And now he visually caressed her small-mounded breasts, those darling little titties of hers. He had once heard a woman’s breasts described as “two fried eggs,” and the phrase came floating up from somewhere as he contemplated Meredith C.’s lithe, gently-swelling bosom.

  Lost in her memories, she was telling her admirer about how she overheard the girls at work giggling, all abuzz about some new website one of them had stumbled across. Mildly curious, and with only a few words that she caught, she did a quick search.

  What opened before her amazed eyes was captivating! A dark and forbidding place, a candle-lit castle that beckoned in its flickering light with all the allure of a gothic romance. It was one of those sites where master and slaves fantasies were given virtual reality, replete with exotic leather outfits and naked women striding about wearing collars and impossibly high boots. The unfolding erotic images captivated her: Women on their knees, with strong masterful men looming over them offering a swollen penis, to be taken into the mouth; the head bowed in an act that heralded the ecstasy of sublime submission.

  That night, when she finally got tired enough to sleep, Meredith had an intense dreams, so real she couldn’t decide if she was wake or asleep.

  Four naked women knelt on a thickly carpeted floor. Meredith was there along with three other nurses from the office. To her left was Adrienne, and across from the two them, Whitney and Brooke, also completely naked, knelt upright, waiting patently. No one spoke. Like Meredith, the others knelt erect, holding themselves perfectly still. Like her, they were all wore the leather collars of slave girls; their purpose, to serve; their greatest joy, to be used, to offer themselves for pleasure.

  The next day to the disturbing fantasies had persisted, interrupting her waking hours, and later that night she was torn by the first wind shear.

  There was a pause. Doctor and patient waited. Leonard Glass sat flushed and excited, dabbing his brow, warmed by the account of his pretty patient as she lay there, telling him her most vivid sexual fantasies. His penis was stirring in a very unprofessional manner to the point where it pressed hard against the crotch his trousers so that he had to shift in his chair in an effort to hide his obvious arousal.

  When the silence grew longer and no response came from her Doctor, she turned to look up at him. He found himself looking down into those deep brown eyes, and he knew he was hopelessly in love.

  Suddenly, those eyes took on a look of pleading desperation. Did he think she was going crazy? she whispered urgently. An overpowering need to comfort the girl, welled up in him. His eyes took in that pretty face, the shining brown eyes, so earnestly hopeful, and the wide lips, that tired a smile, looking for his reassurance. Although Dr. Glass was one of those professionals who scrupulously observed the therapists prohibition against touching his female patients, he now saw his hand moving with a life of its own, reaching out to her. He tried to control his shaking fingers they came made their first contact with Meredith’s bare shoulder in an effort to bestow what he hoped was a re-assuring pat.

  At his slightest touch, the woman shuddered. Leonard instantly recoiled in panic, as though his fingers had been burned. But his sudden fear that she was about to protest, was all wrong. To the contrary, the simple touch of the man’s fingers on her bare skin had electrified the girl! Simmering erotic feelings from deep inside her now flared up, forming into a hard ache of intense sexual longing. She jacked up, quivered, shook herself like a high-strung mare, and jumped to her feet, all in one quick blur.

  “Meredith,” he cried out, and as he reeled backward she grab for the startled therapist, throwing her arms around him. She hauled him in, squeezing him to her, grinding her hot body into his. Her lips were everywhere, all over his face, his cheeks, his lips, down his neck as she hungrily made her way in an orgy of discovery.

  “Oh…gawd…take me, take me, take me,” the frantic woman groveled, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her arms tightening in a grip of sheer desperation.

  “M…Meredith,” was all he could manage to get out, and that in a barely strangled plea.

  Like a mad woman, she was single-mindedly attacking his clothes, tearing at jacket and shirt, and Leonard was now happily joining in, alive and tingling with excitement, as he fumbled for the zipper in the back of her dress. By the time her loose dress was down to her hips, she had the man bare-chested. Eager hands flew over his body, as she followed up with mouth and lips and tongue, kissing her way all over his chest, and down lower to his belly, pausing only at the belt line.

  Her hands were working open his belt buckle; his pants, down and off, and the lust-driven woman went right for his briefs. She hauled them down his bare legs, freeing a surging erection that sprung up in its newly-freed eagerness. By this time, Meredith was in her underwear. She was breathing heavily, standing just inches away from the surging cock that stood in tribute to her beauty. She was looking him right in the eyes, as she reached up behind her back to find the catch of her brassiere. The bra fell from her heaving breasts, dangled loosely from her shoulders. She swept it aside, and bending over so that her small titties swayed forward, quickly ran her panties down her legs. Steeping free of them, she eagerly kicked them aside in a wild fling. Now she was naked, deliciously, totally naked in front of the man whose eyes lit up with sincere appreciation.

  Then, before the shell-shocked therapist could react to this splendid sight, she fell to her knees before him.

  She looked up at him from under that loose splay of silken bangs; big brown eyes searching his, as her hands came up to clamp his hairy thighs. Leonard was speechless, elated, wildly, inanely pleased to see his beautiful patient on her knees before him. He couldn’t help smiling as he looked down on the girl as he saw her naked tits, soft and delicate, with wide darkened nipples.

  She snuggled against him, pressing her cheek to his upright cock, rubbing her face greedily all over his rock-hard penis, reveling in the feel of his manhood like a great big sensual cat. Then she bestowed on his taut prick a single kiss, followed by a quick lick down its quivering length that sent an electric thrill shooting through him so he had to whimper. He bit his curled lip as her lively tongue slithered wetly down to the base to dart into his crotch and lick his furry balls.

  As she nuzzled there, in his hairy crotch, savoring his musky smell, her hand came up to grab his straining cock. Feminine fingers curled around the base of his erect manhood, held him in tight grip, as the girl came up to take him in. She lowered her head, bringing pursed lips to his surging prick. The first touch of her lips was no more than a perfunctory kiss yet the piercing thrill sent him rocking
back on his heels. The kiss was followed by the more deliberate probing by her flattened tongue, which now swirled lavishly over the thick, lust-swollen head. Leonard groaned helplessly at the delicious feel of that wet, slithering tongue paying slavish tribute to his manhood. The thrill was indescribable; he watched her slowly bow her head, open her mouth to accept his throbbing stiffened penis in that erotic act so beautiful, so disarmingly evocative, so feminine, so profoundly submissive.

  Through half-lidded eyes, he looked down on the girl in astonishment. She was flicking her tongue at the very tip of his cock, then she licked crown thoroughly before running her stiffened tongue slowly down the straining phallus until she reached the puff of pubic hair at the base. There she reversed herself and started back up again using broad flat strokes along the shaft. She eased back to admire her handiwork: the solid, upright phallus, throbbing in the air, glistening with her saliva.

  The sight of that fully-aroused penis in the flush of sexual excitement, so close at hand, sent an erotic thrill knifing through Meredith. Burning with the intolerable heat, the woman renewed her attack with increased enthusiasm, working him over with single-minded devotion, wild excitement spurring her on. Soon she was rewarded with a groan that came rumbling up from deep in his throat resonated through his rigid arching body and turned into a low shivering moan. The kneeling woman re-doubled her efforts, looking up from under her bangs as his eyes fluttered closed and the smile of bliss that came over his face told her that the man was fully savoring the delicious ripples of excitement she was sending through him.

  His hands came down to clamp her naked shoulders; he held onto her as he let the delectable experience of having Meredith C.’s lapping tongue slithering along his rigid shaft wash over him. He would concentrate on savoring every scintilla of pleasure, each delicious sliver of the rapturous delight: The electric thrill of that small soft hand that took up his cock, cool fingers curling around the base, tightening; pursed lips so soft and heavenly, opening, sliding down to engulf the swollen head of his penis; and the delightful way she used that lively tongue, even as her other hand cupped his tight hairy scrotum, to give him a gentle squeeze before she taking him once more into her warm, receptive mouth.

  He closed his eyes, swallowing down the abrupt up-surge of pleasure, fighting to keep his slipping control, as he swayed back on his heels. His grip tightened on her naked shoulders, as he surrendered to the myriad sensations of lips and mouth and tongue assiduously working him over. For Leonard, this was the supreme pleasure – the sight and feel of a beautiful woman going down on him.

  He savored the way she sucked with gentle persistence, the exquisite feel of lips that were protectively turned-in as they tightened and then slide wetly along his prick. She gave him an extra thrill each time by the way she twisted her head as she bobbed mindlessly up and down on his painfully stiff cock. He loved the sound of her soft urgent whimpers; the tiny, slurping noises she made as she softly suckled him.

  Now he held her small gently rocking head between his cradling hands. Curled fingers dug into her hair, cupped her head, guided her efforts.

  He arched back, clenching his jaws against the blinding surge of pure pleasure that powered up from his groin, shook him to the core. His buttocks tightened down; cheeks clenching in repeated spasms. His hips began to jerk in deep pelvic thrusts. His hands tightened on the undulating head, and he staggered back. She ran her hands up the back of his legs, and then cup his buttocks, squeezing, gripping him by the cheeks as she plunged in, diving in to press her face into his crotch, and there to root beneath his hanging balls, inhaling deeply, drinking in the heady musky masculine smell that impregnated the moist pubic hair in which her nose was buried.

  The man gave out with a quivering groan. But before he could react, she recaptured his gleaming cock, clutching him in her little fist to pull him into her mouth once again, this time to work him over with a renewed frenzy of lust: sliding the taut ring of her lips down his throbbing cock, drawing deeply, as she pumped up and down in long, deliciously shivering strokes.

  The creamy rise of tickling pleasure threatened to undo him. His knees weakened. His helpless hands fumbled with the bare shoulders of his greedy cocksucker, as he threw back his head and grunted. The unstoppable rise pleasure seized him, shook him. His fingers tightened on her shoulders as he tried desperately to hang on to his shredding sanity till the last possible minute.

  Then he came, in an explosion of pure orgasmic pleasure that overtook him -- obliterating everything in its wake. His cock was a thing apart: a pulsating, pumping machine, erupting in thick wads of cum that seemed to go on forever as he strained high up onto his toes, pulled back, and aimed his prick at his pleasuring tormentor. Firing gobs of his cum all over Meredith C.’s pretty face, Leonard Glass arched back and growled his triumph at the heavens.

  Meredith felt her own rise of deep-seated pleasure. Panting heavily, she turned her head, and there, across the room she saw herself in a full length mirror: a naked, kneeling girl whose eyes met her from a face that was decorated with ropy gobs of sperm.

  The wind sheer that gripped her swept her up to its crest. The world blurred as she was held at some unbelievable height, pinned there in place, while she twisted in the wind, all the while forced to endure the most indescribable, unbearable, pure delight. The earthshaking orgasm that followed shook her like rag doll, and she threw her arms around the legs of her lover and hung on with while her pleasure-soaked body was racked with orgasmic spasms that went on, and on, and on.

  13. Wednesdays with the Lady Judge

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  Sex is power. It lays waste to our defenses. It over-rides good sense, shorts circuits the higher functions. Our universe constricts until it approximates the contours of our bodies; our breasts thud concussively as we grind into each other, our vocabulary reduced to paleolithic grunts.

  - Cliff Barnes, The Illustrated Guide to the Masters of the Macabre

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  His kiss left her breathless, flushed, panting through her opened mouth, and desperately yearing to hang on to the hard young body that now drew away from her. Still holding her loosely in his arms, he looked deep into her softened blue eyes while his hands went up to clamp her naked shoulders. Without a word, he pressed the woman to her knees. And at his silent urging, the Honorable Judge Judith Bryce-Havens, Senior Judge of the Court of Common Pleas for the great State of New Jersey, slowly lowered herself to kneel before her young lover -- the handsome college boy -- a boy young enough to be her son!

  Her eyes took in the white jockey shorts banding his narrow hips – the telltale bulge of his manhood stood prominently before her. A throb of lust resonated through her. Being forced to her knees by her young lover brought on a most powerful surge of arousal, one that always left her breathless. For reasons she never knew, and no longer even questioned, she found that to be forced into submission like this stirred something deep within her, excited her to the very core of her being!

  So now she knelt here, erect and motionless, mesmerized by the tented front of his white cotton underpants. The lad’s fully-hardened erection could be seen through those tightly-stretched briefs. Her hands rose up with a life of their own, helplessly drawn to the elastic waistband at his hips.

  Through half-lidded eyes he watched her reach for him. Her curling fingers slipped into the waistband, eased his underwear down, till his suddenly freed prick sprung up to stand quivering before her. She quickly looked away to continue drawing the underpants down his straight legs, bending down to allow him to lift each bare foot in turn so she might free him from his briefs.

  He couldn’t help smiling, inanely pleased to see this mature, sophisticated woman leaning into him with head submissively lowered. Looking down on the precisely styled hair -- that silvery-blond head that was poised so near his throbbing sex, his grin widened. He watched her
take in the sight of his erect penis, a splendid, naked cock, fully upright now and standing at rigid attention, just inches away from her wide blue eyes.

  His fumbling hands found her head. Fingers dug into the short blond hair curling, tightening his grip, till he held her firmly in both cradling hands. Slowly, he drew her into him and at the same time shoved his hips forward till she found herself held tightly against his body – Miriam Bryce-Haven’s tastefully made-up face jammed into this randy college boy’s hot, sweaty crotch.

  With her face buried between the boy’s thighs, Miriam closed her eyes to let the intoxicating smell of his pungent sweat fill her flaring nostrils: a raw, musky smell - a man smell. The haze of moist pubic hair tickled her nose. He arched up, pushing her lower, pressing her in to nuzzle deep into his underarch, her nose against his lightly-furred scrotum. She inhaled deeply, drinking of him, taking in that masculine scent she found between his legs. ‘God, I loved the way he smells’ she thought. Her hands felt their way up the back of his bare legs till they cupped those tight boyish buttocks.

  With those well-manicured fingers, tightening on his hard clenching butt, Blake rose up on his toes, squirming, writhing up to let her get the full feel of his needy prick, rubbing up along her cheek, his smooth, hard, young cock pressed against her flushed face. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes to allow himself to savor the moment, sensuously rubbing himself all over her lightly-powdered face of the elegant woman

  who knelt at his feet.

  “Kiss it!” It was a husky voice, one that held the note of quiet authority that thrilled her, never failed to send a shiver down her spine. His was a mastery so very rare, seldom found in a grown man, and almost never in a youth, even such a reckless, self-confident one. And yet this boy had it. He was special – a man-child who had an easy way with women of all ages; a young man who was sure of himself and who had somehow come to dominate her life. She swallowed the knot of lust that rose up to constrict her throat. Her mouth was dry; she licked her painted lips and dutifully kissed his intolerably hard, youthful cock, just under the taut crown.