There’s no worse feeling in the world than that of anxious anticipation, especially of the unknown. My patient Becca and I shared a wonderfully passionate intimate moment during our last session. After making her cum with my skillful fingers I gave Becca my email, so she and I can communicate outside the office without our respective spouses ever finding out.
So stupid! Did I do something wrong? What if she tells her husband? Worse, what if she complains? I should always take their contact, not the other way around. Fear started to creep up on me, and my confidence started to shake. My biggest anxiety was that I would lose my job, and that my wife will find out why. Minutes felt like hours, and days droned on like weeks! Painfully unbearable. What added to my paranoia was the simple fact that Becca hasn’t shown up for her treatments for a couple of days. Radio silent, and a no show, I thought every time I’d obsessively check my email, growing frustrated and angry. My mind was going crazy with every possible negative scenario.
The relief I felt when I finally received her email was completely indescribable. All she wrote was;
I can’t stop thinking about you.
My mind was instantly filled with relief and lust as I remember the scent of her hair and the feeling of her wetness on my fingers.
I emailed back, playfully flirting about the thoughts of her pussy slowly dripping down her sexy thighs after my last “treatment.”
Emails turned into pics, as Becca and I kept turning each other on. In between admiring each other’s nudes we discussed all the wild desires and acts we want to engage in. What made it all even more exciting was the constant hiding. I’d check my secret email whenever my wife wasn’t near, having to hastily log out at the slightest hint of her presence. I can’t deny that having this secret affair-in-the-making added extra spice on an already boiling interaction.
All Becca and I needed now was a plan…
My wife is very jealous and possessive; frequently checking my phone log and location. I deserve it. I never cheated on her but she knew the kind of man I was before and it filled her with doubt. I knew that for me and Becca to fuck it would have to be in the office, either before my shift or after we close. I typically come to work an hour early to workout, so I told my new sex kitten to come by then.
The logistics for Becca were a little easier. Her husband was working while she “recovered” from her “accident.” No fault insurance claims…nothing but fraud. What made it even better for us was that Becca lived a few blocks away from the office.
After a night of naughty email back and forth we finally put our dirty plans in motion. Thursday, I couldn’t hide my grin as soon as I left home. The office opens at 12pm, I came in at 11am. My treatment room was all the way in the back of the office which provided some much needed privacy.
I smoked a cigarette outside while I waited for Becca. The anticipation growing wild within me.
Her slow pace betrayed her excitement as she greeted me with a deep hug. I walked her into my room, closing the door behind us having already instructed the front desk not to disturb us.
Becca slipped out of her puffy winter coat revealing her gorgeous perfectly curvy frame, clad in a tight fitting, light grey colored short sweater dress. In awe I took in this image as she smiled back at me, her eyes again sparkling with that same tint of devilish intent I saw on her last. She and I embraced and kissed, our passion winding hotter with each breath.
I lifted her up, getting a good grip on her round ass. Becca nibbled on my ear as she wrapped her legs and arms around my body. Our hushed moans enticed us further. As I placed her down, sitting on my desk, I gently pushed her legs open, arms gliding up her thighs, hiking the dress up with my forearms. Her soft skin felt divine, as if my fingers were touching an orgasmic source…driving me absolutely wild with lust. With a hook of my fingers I latched on to her panties and slowly slipped them off of her. Becca giggled as she shifted her weight to help the process along. Pretty pink satin thong. I instinctively brought it to my face and took a good sniff, keeping my gaze locked on her eyes.
Her scent was indescribable! So arousing! She smelled like a woman in heat. I bit my lip looking at her spread legs, eager to ravage Becca with my tongue and lips. Her pussy in plain view had a trimmed little landing strip pointing to a perfect little clit and moist set of lips. I kissed and licked her inner thighs, slowly making my way to her begging pussy. I could hear her breathing get shallow, she was almost panting as she moaned. I began indulging in her taste, holding her hips pressed to my face as I made like a thirsty lion at a watering hole. Becca held my head down and gyrated her hips, her obvious pleasure motivating me to keep going. As I sucked on her clit, licking her up and down her wet pussy, I slipped a finger inside and stimulated her deeply, pressing on all those points inside her that ensured a quick orgasm. My signature move.
My cock throbbed hard all the while Becca was cumming under my finger tips. She tasted so good that I lost myself amidst the joy of eating her out. She came, and came hard. Without hesitation I got up and pulled down my pants. Having fantasized about Becca blowing me for so long I was surprised by my next move, the urge to fuck her utterly possessed me. I entered her, slowly, allowing her to enjoy each veiny engorged inch. Almost instantly waves of orgasmic ecstasy ran up and down my spine. Her lips gripped on to my shaft, her pussy pulsating deep all around me as her wetness began to cream and spill, dripping down my cock. Heavenly.
Thrusting rhythmically and hard has pushed her deeper onto the desk, I couldn’t have that. Grabbing her ass, I lifted her off the table, and turning around I pressed her back against the closed door. Becca buried her face in the groove of my neck and shoulders to muffle her desire to scream out in ecstasy. I could feel her body writhe and tremor as I ravaged her standing. My knees were growing weak from thrusting while balancing her weight… weaker still from the overpowering pleasure growing within me. I let go of her ass, and she slowly dropped her feet back on to the floor. Firmly grasping her by the back of her head I pulled her in closer, and kissed her passionately.
Becca was dazed from all that’s happened but quickly regained her senses. She slowly got down on her knees, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes…conveying a deep sense of fulfilment and gratitude. Her lustful smirk and flirtatious lip biting was quickly followed by sensual oral worshipping of my cock. My cock was dripping with precum as Becca playfully slapped her face with it. She rubbed my cock on her cheeks in between titillating licks, gentle kisses, and deep soulful sucking. Her blowjob beat my expectations. That gorgeous generous mouth with luscious near lips pursed tightly around my thick shaft as she took me down her throat. I was ready to burst, but Becca skillfully would stop every time I came near. She devilishly looked back at me, smirking and giggling before taking me back down her throat, slowly and sensually. Her eye contact sent climactic shivers down my spine, she was in control and knew it. As she skillfully deepthroated my cock again, I couldn’t resist; I firmly held her head down. She maintained eye contact, as if craving me to be more rough. Her eyes began to tear up, mascara in tow. She looked like a beautiful mess, my beautiful mess.
I pulled her up by her hair. You could see the excitement grow in her eyes, she is loving my aggression. Once on her feet I forced her around, facing the door. Lifting her arms over her head, her back arching out making her juicy ass prop out towards me. I took a second to admire the view of her body; ass out, dress hiked up to her waist pressed against the door, all the while her aching pussy dripped wetness down her thighs. Becca moaned silently eager to experience what I will do next. I kept holding her arms over her head with one hand while the other guided my cock inside her again. Once inside I was overcome with an aggressive animalistic instinct, fucking her hard. I’m sure the front desk girls could hear our bodies pounding against my door as I fuck Becca, but I was too possessed by lustful zeal to care. Her knees began to shake as she began to cum again. I let go of her arms, and repositioned to hold her neck, choking her firmly while I bit her shoulder. My other arm was stroking her clit, intensifying her orgasm. Harder and harder I thrusted inside Becca tight wet pussy until my eyes rolled back and I let a full body release of tension. Everything I fantasized about for days did not compare. I came inside Becca without a single concern for not wearing a condom.
We got dressed in silent admiration of each other. No words were necessary. I held onto her thong as a keepsake, she didn’t mind. We kissed passionately again, and she quietly scurried out of the office. Giving me a good half hour to get ready for work. I showered at work before my shift, still mesmerized by what just happened.
This was only the beginning for our little discreet affair.
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