Who's on the Couch Now?

‘And what are you thinking about now?’ she smiled at me, invitingly. ‘What am I thinking about you?’ I replied – ooooops, Freudian slip. ‘I want to enter you and make you submit to me and show you what control I have over you’, I thought. Did I say it aloud?

‘Why don’t you,’ she smiled, ‘show me what you want to do’?

‘Show her? Oh, I’ll show her’.

I stood up and pulled her out of her chair, and made her kneel in front of me. I unfastened my zipper, and moved down the waistband of my pants to let out my by now very big friend, who had been straining at the leash.

‘Go on, suck it’, I told her.

‘With pleasure’, she replied.

As she took him in her mouth, an enormous feeling of power surged through me. ‘Go on, go on, further, further’ I whispered, hoarsely. I could see her straining, with my big hairy balls bouncing on her chin, her grateful eyes resting on mine, and she sucked. Boy, could she suck! I had a sneaking feeling that I might not have been the first of her patients who had been ‘treated’ like this. Oh boy, what a feeling. Ecstasy surged through me!

But I was not finished with her yet. Just as I was about to cum I told her, ‘Now lie down, on the couch. No, don’t take off your clothes, I’ll do that’. Breathlessly, she moved over and lay down. I pulled roughly at her pants and tights, making her bum rise in the air and land again hard on the couch. I left her skirt and top, but unfastened her bra, letting her ample breasts tumble out.

I moved my hands up under her top, to find those warm globes – finally I could feed from them! I sucked one, then the other, then the first one again, letting my tears trickle into the valley in between. Patricia did nothing, she just lay there.

I began to lick her stomach, and removed her skirt. Now I could like her from the bottom of her glorious mound of Venus to the top of those engorged breasts. Boy, did I lick? Her succulent juices began to mingle with the taste of the salty sweat on her stomach.