I open the door of my therapy office to walk out to my secretary, sobs and wails following me out. “Dianne, will you cancel my three o’clock?” I say with an overwhelmed look. “This is going to take a while to sort through.”
“Yeah, is she ok? She was a mess out here in the lobby.” “I think she’ll be alright, we just need to process through some trauma. Oh! Hey, will you also turn on the white noise machines, I don’t wan’t the whole office hearing this.”
I head back down the hallway and walk into my office. Kitty was there wailing still, but she was standing now, and slowly unbuttoning her tailored business shirt. The moment the door closes she turns off her crying and asks “Did she buy it?” “Yeah I think she did. Where were we?” “You were going to fuck me on this table.”
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Kitty was usually Kandace. It was only in our last couple sessions that she preferred that name. Kandace’s case wasn’t unusual. Her parents divorced when she was 18, leaving her developmentally young even though she is now 26. The divorce left her with daddy issues which followed her into her career. She came in wanting to be more assertive with her boss as she is too passive to his requests, and doesn’t stand up for herself. Always trying to please the father figure. I wasn’t lost on the irony that she saw me the same way. She always came to therapy looking more put together than most. Business suits, fitted blouses, even an occasional high heel or push up bra. Not what I typically see here. And frankly, her attention to detail had me interested. I have seen her eyes trace the outline of my shoulders and run down my torso where her eyes lingered on my crotch for just a split second. Can’t say my eyes haven’t traced the same pattern on her.
One of our first exercises was an empty chair technique. I asked her to hypothetically bring her father into the room and have him sit in the empty chair beside her. We spoke all session about what she would say to her father and how he would respond. This type of re-parenting technique usually brought about the change that my clients wanted. After nearly an hour of real tears we made plans for her to be more assertive with people in her life and to claim her spot in the world. After that she came in with more and more confidence, her symptoms clearing up quite a bit. She asked me to call her a different name in session, and asked more personal questions about me.
“You know, I was thinking.” She said one day. “With my boss, I would like to try being more assertive, but… to an extreme. Just so I can find true balance, I want to really push myself. But I don’t think I can yell at him, or chew him out, I’d lose my job. What I really want to do is…. seduce him. If I could gain that control over him, it might really help me be less passive. But of course I can’t do that. He’s married, and I really do like my job. But… I was thinking…..”
“Please go on.”
“…. that empty chair thing. Could you do that, but take his place?”
“Do you mean that you’d like to practice being more seductive here in my office with me?”
“Well I’ve realized that you fit the bill. Older male, position of power, me coming to have my needs met. It just seems to fit.”
“Alright, let’s have a little practice. What would you do if you could seduce your boss?”
Kitty stood up slowly, grabbed some papers, and put them on my desk between us. The bend at her waist exposed her breasts and her eyes flashed to mine with a coy look. “I noticed these expense reports were out of alignment…. I thought maybe we could …. ” her fingers slid down the hem of her blouse and lightly touched the skin “massage these numbers a bit.” She came around the coffee table between us and lifted up her skirt just high enough to put her legs on either side of mine. “Or maybe there is something else that we could massage?” She bent her knees down slowly and I could feel the heat between her legs before she touched the top of my thigh. She slowly rubbed herself back and forth while bending over to lightly run her mouth on the side of my neck, giving me another glimpse at her exquisite breasts.”
“You know… ” I said, ” that was good, but I think you still need a bit of practice. Plus our time is up. Next week when you come in. Cry in the lobby.” She looked at me confused. “Just trust me.”
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“You were going to fuck me on this table.” She said while slowly unbuttoning her top.
“No, remember, that’s too passive.”
“Oh right…. I am going to fuck YOU!”
“Much better, sweetie.”
She walked over and grabbed me with all the false bravado she could muster and pushed me back into my chair. She finished with her buttons and used her shirt as a lasso around my neck to bring me within inches of her purple laced bra. “Do you want to taste them?” She asked. “Yes” I answered honestly. “Well you’ll have to wait. This is about me, remember? And I really want to taste you.” She reached down to unbuckle my belt and slung it through the loops in one pull. She slowly ran her hand over what was becoming a much bigger bulge than I expected. She massaged on the outside of my pants before unzipping and pulling me out. My hard cock ached to be touched, and I could see that she was pleasantly surprised by my reaction to her. She slowly moved her lips to the tip of my shaft and started teasing me with her tongue and lips. After my first real moan she plunged the whole thing in her mouth, leaving me catching my breath.
Oh my god. There are so many things that could go wrong with this situation. I really shouldn’t be allowing this, but the way that she looks up at me with those big doe eyes. I can’t stop. I feel my dick pulsing larger and larger with every movement of her tongue or twist of her lips. I know it’s cruel, but I decide to test her resolve. “You’ll have to do better than that or I’ll send you back to your cubicle, Kandace.” She pauses, visibly shook by the taunt, but then I can see the gears turning in her head. “No. I’m doing just fine. In fact, if you keep being condescending, you’ll have to learn to take some directions.” She stands up defiantly. I’m so proud of her, but so turned on at the same time. It’s a weird jumble of emotions. “You need to eat my pussy.”
“Good girl.” I say. She hikes up her skirt and sits her ass on the edge of the coffee table. “Come over here and eat my pussy.” She says even more assertively. I step over and wrap my arms around each of her legs, pulling my face up to her. She has a matching purple thong that I kiss once or twice before moving my lips to the side of it to taste her skin. She jolts with a reaction and my mouth licks and plays just outside her pussy lips. I slowly move my mouth over the cloth and dig in with my tongue and lips until she reaches down to pull it to the side. I move in and taste her juicy pussy. I could tell that she was ready for this too. I lick her from the bottom to the top, getting a good taste. She even tastes amazing. I move one hand up and slip two fingers inside of her while I find her clit with my tongue. I slowly pace my fingers and mouth until she is moving and grinding hard against me. Her hips roll with pleasure and her legs spread out even more and more. I keep pace with her, slowly moving faster until she starts to moan and gasp. She’s close, I can tell so I redouble my efforts, putting a little bit more lip and tongue onto her clit massaging back and forth rhythmically. Her first orgasm comes quickly, and her vagina visibly swells and pulses with her pleasure. She gasps as she lies back on the table, slight convulsions running through her body like electricity. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me.” She moans.
I quickly pull off my trousers and nearly rip her thong off her legs, I quickly shove her skirt up to her waist. When I enter her she starts to move with our rhythm again. She opens her eyes to stare into mine. I look at her, but don’t hold her contact for too long. “Look at me” She says. I look back and hold her eye contact as I slowly move in and out of her. The shared intimacy is shocking, but deep. “You’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know. But I’m ready to give control back. Make me cum daddy.” She pleads. “Yes sweetie.”
I push harder and faster encouraged by her demands, but also by the connection of her eyes. With her release of control her body and movements change. She becomes looser, more relaxed and eager to take every pump. She starts to moan and almost welp as I push myself to give her every inch of me. Her relaxation deepens but her voice gets higher and higher. “Cum for me baby.” I prompt, and like an electric current is running through her she starts to shake and wriggle underneath me. “Yes daddy yes!” She yells as she gets close to climax. She squirts when she finishes, most of which ends up on my stomach or on the table beneath. She shakes and convulses as the pleasure courses through her body.
I lean over her as she continues to have aftershocks. “Oh my god! Was that good baby?” I ask.
“Wait, did you finish?”
“No, not yet.” I assumed that she would be eager to wind down after a shaking orgasm, but she swaps back into control mode.
“Take me from behind.” She stands up and sticks her ass out. I unclip her bra and let her gorgeous breasts dangle as I position myself between her cheeks. I slide in just as smooth as the first time. My hands naturally find their way to her hip bones which give me a grip and a tension that feels amazing to pull on. I slowly warm her back up as I sneak a peek at her amazing breasts. They now bounce as I push inside of her. She arches her lower back and pushes her cunt deeper into me as my whole body grips and pulls, pushes and clings. As I make my way to orgasm I ask where she wants it, and she tells me to finish inside her. I erupt with pleasure, filling her up with my warm seed. I realize too late how loud I had probably been. I hope the white noise machines are working.
Enjoying the afterglow, I try to make a joke. “Well I think my work here is done!” I say.
“At least until next week.” She says with a wink.
Hi everyone! Feel free to give me some feedback, I’m still fairly new at this. Or, message me and take the part of Kitty, or make your own story with me. Hope to hear from you!
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