8. A Dirty Counseling Session #2
Where the fuck are these words coming from?
But I love the biddable fuckdoll aspect, and watch avidly as Hunter peels the panties down next, exposing her completely.
She’s already wet; I see her pussy glistening even in the dim office light, and a long line of nectar connects her cunt lips to the gusset until it breaks in mid-air.
He bends her over the arm of the leather chair, spreading her thighs, her hands gripping the edge.
Hunter undoes his belt, unzips, and frees himself. His cock is massive, thick and ruddy, and the sight of it makes my pulse thunder in my ears. He positions himself behind her, one hand guiding his length, the other gripping her hair.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he hums, stroking her bottom before squeezing it with a big hand. “Are you ready to show the pastor how much you can take?”
Stella can’t answer because he thrusts in one smooth stroke, bottoming out inside her. Stella cries out, the sound ragged and electric. “Oooh!” she wails breathlessly, big breasts shaking as she’s fucked. “Mmmm!”
The chair rocks with the force of their fucking, Hunter’s hard pistoning relentless, one big hand fisted in her hair. “Take it,” he growls. “Take all of it. Show the pastor how much you love being fucked by your step-uncle. Show how horny and slutty your little vag is for your uncle’s big cock.”
She moans, high and desperate, her whole body shuddering. I watch, transfixed, my own cock like iron and straining against my trousers. The scent in the room is sex and incense and salt.
“Mmm!” Stella cries out again, arching her back as Hunter slams into her wet cunt. “Oh oh oh!”
I move to stand behind Hunter, palming my cock, drawn by the intensity of the moment. From here, I see everything: the spread of her cheeks, the way Hunter’s cock pushes in and out of her creamy slit, thick and shiny, a trail of arousal dripping down her legs.
“Fuck,” he rasps, one big hand spreading her round butt cheeks to give me a better view of his big cock shuttling in and out of her creamy snatch. “Shit shit shit.”
That’s my sign. I want in because Stella’s far too gorgeous, and before I realize it, I reach forward and press two fingers to her clit, circling slow and deliberate.
“Ohhh!” she shrieks. “Mmmm! Oh oh oh!”
The touch is too much, and Stella soars over the edge. Her cunt clenches around Hunter’s cock, and I feel the shudder of her orgasm in my fingertips.
“Mmmm!” she squeals again, her pussy dissolving into a series of hard snaps. “Yes!”
“Oh shit,” Hunter rasps, his hips driving with urgent power now. The slap of their flesh rings out loud in the room, his face, neck and chest flushed a deep bronze. “Fuck!” he roars, the come shoot at the base of his penis pulsing. “Oh shit shit shit!”
With that, the alpha male empties himself inside her.
He throws his head back, neck cords tight, abs straining as pulse after pulse of virile semen spurt into Stella’s creamy pussy, the young woman crying and shaking with her own ecstasy.
Holy fuck, I’m so fucking aroused that I almost come myself, my hand on my pants.
But I don’t, and for a long moment, the office is silent but for their breathing, ragged and syncopated. With a low groan, Hunter withdraws, his cock reappearing inch by inch from Stella’s tiny hole, gleaming with her nectar. He tucks himself away, steps aside.
I take his place.
Stella is still bent over, trembling, her pussy open and dripping as she whimpers with the last fragments of ecstasy. This is my chance. I kneel, grip her hips, and put my mouth on her creamy snatch—soft at first, then hungry.
“Oh!” she gasps, half turning around. “What—?”
But I’m already halfway buried in her slick cunt. I taste the mingled fluids, the salt and heat, and I lap at her until she moans again, pushing her hips back into my face.
“Eat it,” Hunter rasps in back of us. “Suck my semen out of her cunt, motherfucker.”
Any other scenario, and I’d fight him, here and now. But Stella’s pussy is too creamy and delicious, and instead, I bury my tongue in her little hole. She whimpers again, hot fluids covering my chin as her excitement builds.
“Oh my god,” she pants. “I can’t believe - oh oh oh!”
“Believe it,” Hunter rasps from beside us. “It seems our pastor is a dirty fuck who enjoys used pussy.”
Shut the fuck up, asshole, and let me enjoy my dessert. I ignore the motherfucker and keep going until Stella comes again, her cries echoing off the wood paneling, her eyes rolling back into her head with the pleasure.
“Ooooh!” she screams, big breasts swaying as I suck her clit, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of her. “Oh oh oh!”
She’s gorgeous like this, nude and bent over the couch, fucked by two men - his shaft and my mouth.
It’s amazing, and this time, I do come in my pants.
The beautiful blonde is too sexy and irresistible, and with a mighty roar, I erupt, drenching the front of my boxers.
But am I embarrassed? Fuck no. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about when you’ve just given a woman her best orgasm, ever.
With a knowing smile, I pull back from Stella’s cunt as her tremors subside, my cheeks and chin wet.
Then I stand, wipe my mouth, and adjust my collar.
The moment hangs, a wire strung tight.
Stella collapses over the chair, her hair wild, curves still heaving.
She looks completely fucked out, with a swollen pussy and come gleaming on her thighs.
This woman is totally lost and confused.
Meanwhile, Hunter stands over her, a big hand on her shoulder.
There’s a new respect in his eyes as he looks at me—less predatory, more like recognition.
I return to my desk, take up the legal pad. “I think that concludes today’s session,” I say, voice calm.
Neither of them speaks. Stella manages to pull her dress back on, hands shaking, still lost and confused. Her hair is wild, make-up slightly smeared, but I love the just-fucked look. I’d say it’s her best one, to date.
With a small smile, I flip open my appointment book. “When are you available for a follow-up?” I ask, pencil poised.
Stella names a day, voice a mere murmur.
Hunter just nods, once, slow and final.
I write the time in my book, the act strangely ceremonial. I look up, and their eyes are on me—both of them.
“See you then,” I say in a professional tone, a complete contrast to what just happened. “I look forward to our next session.”
They stare at me for a moment, mouths agog, and then leave together, the door closing softly behind them.
I sit alone in the aftermath, the air thick with smoke and the echo of what just happened. My hands are steady as I close the file.
But my cock is hard again.
After all, I’m very, very satisfied, and can’t wait to see what happens next.