The Therapist’s Unexpected Session with My Beautiful Client

I had just finished up with a client in Atlanta and was on Interstate 85 headed to my home in Western North Carolina, my mind still reeling from our intense session.

It had involved some exceptional skill that had taken its toll on me – my nuts were still sore. As the miles slipped away, I wondered why this beautiful lady couldn’t find some local talent to satisfy her needs.

My mind wandered back to how we met. Samantha had been referred to me by a lady friend of mine, who had raved about my unique approach to sensual therapy.

As we spoke on the phone, Samantha revealed that she was divorced, and her husband had accused her of being ‘frigid,’ and had been unfaithful to her throughout their marriage. She had retained a good lawyer and taken him for half his net worth, leaving her with a substantial sum of money.

Now, months had passed and she was ready to have some serious therapy, to find out if indeed she was sexless in bed. My friend had laid my reputation down thick, telling her of my massage and hot stone treatments, and how relaxed she was after a session with me.

Samantha had told her that she had never had an orgasm, and would pay anything to experience them. The friend had also revealed my ‘erotic’ side, and Samantha was intrigued.

I’m sure Atlanta is full of sex therapists, shrinks, gigolos, and more. Why she chose to contact me is still a mystery. Sex was never implied as part of her treatment.

“You’ve come highly recommended, Dano,” she said, “and if you can help me with my problem, you won’t regret the trip. I have you booked at a small Inn near me, as I may need several of your treatments. When you leave, I will compensate you well.”

She said she would call with directions to her place after I had relaxed from the four-hour drive. She had my cell number, and I was looking forward to our session.

“I’ll need the bra off, but you may keep your panties on, if you’re shy,” I said, as we prepared for our treatment.

“I’d rather that you took them off, Dano,” she replied, “it would help me relax and get in the mood.”

I nodded, and she stood up, handing me the form. I had her turn around, and I stood behind her, leaning in to let my breath be felt on her neck and ear.

“Close your eyes, and listen to my voice,” I whispered. “I want you to raise your hands over your head and hold them there till I tell you to drop them.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I slowly placed my fingertips under the edges of her sweatshirt, and let them barely touch her sides, moving around to her flat tummy. I repeated the move two more times.

With her arms up, her skin was stretched tight, which added to her sensitivity. I teased her navel, which took her breath. I continued to whisper to her.

“You are so beautiful,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m sure you’ve been told that…”

“No, not lately,” she replied, her voice shaking.

I kept my fingers moving, now going up to the soft skin under her breasts. My fingers stroked the pliant flesh as I blew warm air in her ear.

“This feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered.

I knew her arms were tiring, but I was only beginning. She should not have asked for my “Kinky Genie” to be let out of the bottle.

“Unbutton your jeans and unzip them,” I whispered, my lips touching her neck. “I’ll take them off.”

“Okay,” she said, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper.

“Do you have panties on?” I whispered.

“Only a thong, Dano,” she replied.

I let my lips touch her neck, just under her right ear, my warm wet tongue flicking out at the lobe.

“Uughh…” she breathed, her breaths shallow and ragged now.

“I’ll be taking the thong with me when I leave,” I whispered, my hands coming around her small waist.

Samantha trembled, her legs shaking beneath her. I turned her to face me, her eyes still closed.

“Kick off those shoes for me,” I whispered. She obliged, and I helped her step out of the jeans.

“Be very still now, I’m warning you,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers.

I bent my head to her rock-hard nipples, blowing my warm breath across one, then the other. Her moans mixed with her breaths.

“You have a beautiful body, Sam,” I said, my voice low and husky. “May I suck a breast?”

“Please…yes, please,” she replied, her voice trembling.

I held the nearest nipple with both hands cupped, sucking it deep and rolling it with my tongue. Her hands came up and held the sides of my head in place.

“You may open your eyes now,” I said, my lips still attached to her breast.

Samantha opened her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. I fed on the breast, my hand slipping across her shaved mound to stroke her outer labia.

“I’ll be taking the thong with me when I leave,” I whispered, my fingers slipping inside her.

“No…please stop,” she said, her voice shaking. “I can’t take this.”

I let up, removing my fingers. Her body jerked, and she was crying and sobbing.

I stood and dropped my pants and briefs, stepping up like a batter fixing to knock one out of the park.

“That was incredible,” she said, her voice trembling. “I knew there wasn’t anything wrong with me.”

I pushed the wide glans inside her inner lips. Samantha responded by raising her legs to help, holding them behind the knees.

“You’re too wide for me, Dano,” she said, her voice shaking. “It’s tearing me, I feel it.”

I pulled it all the way out, checking for blood. There wasn’t any, and I showed her.

“Look…no blood,” I said, my size surprising her.

I put it back inside and quickly bottomed out again, my fat balls slapping her ass. My hips gathered speed while she adjusted, making those little grunts that come on the downward strokes.

Her moans grew louder when I started to bottom out on every stroke. My cock had thickened to its full 7+ inches, and she was wailing “Ahh” at every stroke.

“I’m gonna cum…yeah…do it faster…harder!” she screamed, her muscles gripping me hard.

I bottomed out and held it there, flexing my prostate muscles, which made the wide head swell more.

Her muscles gripped me hard, and my crotch area received a soaking from the seemingly endless supply she had stored up.

I felt like I was in a realm of pure ecstasy as my seed erupted within her, her hot spasming walls milking my shaft with incredibly tight cunt muscles.

“I-It’s soo Hot!!” she whispered, her body trembling with waves of pleasure as her head shook side to side.

Finally, totally satiated, she passed out, leaving me impaled on her contracting cunt, my cock still spilling its juices.

I gently pulled out and rolled her onto her tummy, her ass cheeks soaked in our thick fluids.

I spread her legs wide and inspected her pink anus, coated with juices, my half-hard cock lying inside her cheeks, the shiny glans still dripping cum to puddle on her asshole.

Try as I might to wait, I pushed against the pink muscle, and to my surprise, it gave way easily.

My cock began to slide into her rectum, the heat and tightness incredible, threatening to make me cum again.

But I wanted to savor this wicked moment, and slid forward till my pubic bone was at the hole, feeling a deep connection.

I held my embedded member as far as I could in her ass and started flexing my prostate muscles, which in turn made my rectum contract.

Over and over I flexed till another huge climax erupted from me, shooting far into the recesses of her young ass.

Without taking a single stroke, I let my spasming cock jerk and lift inside her, my moans coming from deep within.

I leaned forward to rest my head between her shoulder blades as my cock throbbed out a final spurt.

It was the most intense climax I could remember in recent encounters.

I slid back out as I stood, my cock making a popping sound as it came free of the muscle.

Her anus began to constrict immediately, with just a couple of lines of cum escaping to pool on the table.

I eased her back onto her back and wiped her up as best I could.

I wet a wash rag and mopped the sweat from her brow, rubbing a piece of ice across her cracked lips.

We were both dehydrated from losing so much fluid so quickly.

Samantha’s eyes fluttered and then opened, and she smiled at me as I handed her an opened bottle of water.

She drank quickly, downing over half the bottle before stopping.

I said nothing, waiting to see if she had any idea I’d sodomized her. It was never mentioned.

She was eager to describe the feelings of her first, full-blown orgasm.

“What was it like?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“It was incredible,” I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm.

My exit was coming up now, and my daydreaming of the encounter with Samantha had helped the long miles home pass quickly.

She had asked me to stay awhile, but I told her I had others who expected me to keep my appointments.

Sam wanted to know what she owed me.

I knew she could afford it, so I charged her a dollar a mile and two hours at $125 an hour.

Total bill was near $800, but she gave me a thousand and told me to keep the change.

She made me promise to come at least once a month till further notice.

“I still see her once a month,” I thought to myself, a smile still on my face from our encounter.

“It’s a hard way to live, but someone has to do it,” I said to myself, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.