Primal Release, Incorporated – #1 [client service][ff][stroking orgasm][needing]

Sarah reviewed the client’s profile. The appointment would be in five minutes. She closed her eyes to let the story fill her, prepare her.

Age: 38
Gender: Female
Preference: Gentle
Time Since Last Self-Orgasm: 2 weeks
Time Since Last Given Orgasm: 1.5 years
Comments: I was divorced more than two years ago, and it struck me very hard. My last experience was…not good…essentially a one-night stand. But that was not the intent or how it started. I have avoided dating since. But lately, I’ve been craving. Yes, that’s the best word to describe it. Craving…. I don’t know what to do about it.

Sarah nodded to herself, now in the zone for this client.

She entered the room. The client was still wrapped in the white robe. She looked naked underneath, but she was wound around herself. Closed. Clearly nervous.

“I want you to take some deep breaths for me,” Sarah said. “I want you to feel your body. Feel it expand, soften, and warm. Feel the tension start draining away. Just a little bit to start.”

She gently took the woman’s arms and placed them on the rests.

“That’s it. Keep going. Warmer. Softer. More relaxed. You are entirely safe here. Everything here is for you. Just you.”

Sarah undid the robe and laid each panel aside, revealing a beautiful body beneath. She eased each foot onto a waiting rest. It spread the woman’s legs.

“Deep breaths. Don’t fight it. Don’t tense up. Feel yourself letting go, little by little. You deserve this. You need this.”

Sarah squeezed a thin stream of lube that hit on the top of the woman’s mound and snaked down into her slit. The woman’s breath shuddered.

“The cold feels wonderful, yes? Feel yourself melting into it. Returning to peace. And safety.”

Sarah reached down and slid her fingers into the valleys where the woman’s mound met her thighs. She drew them up, massaging, near her pussy, but careful not to drift too close.

The woman shook all over and let out a long, heartfelt moan. It sounded like a tremendous weight had lifted. Honesty, it made Sarah wet to hear it. This woman was about to become a masterpiece.

Sarah took both hands and carefully spread the woman’s pussy. The opening was glistening, gasping. She pulled slightly in a deliciously slow rhythm, making her pussy flare and relax. The woman’s clit was jumping at each stretch. The woman was gasping and whimpering.

“You are close aren’t you?”

Sarah let go, paused an extra long time, then drew a finger up the engorged clit.

The woman grunted and arched her back.

“Oh yes. Very close, indeed.”

Another stroke. Another convulsion.

“Give yourself completely to where you are right now. Completely.”

Sarah timed the strokes perfectly. Each was almost an orgasm itself. Yet, the true release was still to come.

Sarah kept contact now. Long, slow circles. The silky skin of the woman’s clit twisted and pulled and stretched under the slow dance of Sarah’s fingers.

The woman did give herself. Sarah lifted and tilted the chair so that the woman could feel her pussy served up and utterly surrendered. The moans were animal. Harsh. Wild. Unhinged.

Still, Sarah stroked in a controlled rhythm, keeping the climb miraculously measured.

The woman ceased to be confined to her physical form. She seemed to fill the room, the building, the universe. Absolution was coming. Like the light of creation.

And then, it ripped open. She thrust her hips forward and up. Her clit stood rock hard for a tiny eternity as Sarah circled and rubbed. Finally, it pulsed in massive in-and-out contractions.

The woman shrieked. Over and over and over.

And when she finally collapsed in a heap, the woman’s tears flowed.

She cried in thankfulness and release as Sarah held her.

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