I fucked my therapist who’s been treating me for years [21F]

For some context: i was on a bit of sex break since my last encounter on Nye with multiple men. It got extremely rough and triggered me a little bit. So I was being a good little nun and staying away from dick.

Which was so FUCKING HARD. I was constantly horny, always edging myself and just literally staring at cock pics on here.

I finally got laid on 21th, my birthday. It was extremely hot. I asked two of my exes to call a few of their friends and i ended up celebrating my birthday with 6 men.

But i was still so horny the next few days. On the coming weekend i met my therapist and being the absolute idiot i was i wore a skirt and a really low cut top. My boobs are decently big so the girls were on full display. I could sense that he was constantly trying to avoid looking into them.

Now he knows everything about my life. The shit that i do and the stuff that I’ve been through. This time i was telling him about my b’day and how i felt quite good after that. Even though it was really fucking rough and no safe words were used.

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A stranger (M50ish) upgraded my flight to first class. In return, I gave him a slutty little show. [FM]

Long story short I was in one of those “airline has overbooked the flight” situations. I was pleading with the woman behind the airline counter when a man in his late forties, handsome and well-dressed, stepped in and pointed out that the first class seat next to him was empty. The woman behind the counter said that would have to count as an upgrade and smooth as silk he slid a jet-black credit card across the counter. “If the lady wants, that is.” I grinned and nodded my approval. The woman behind the counter seemed annoyed but didn’t have a choice.

We board the flight, and settled in. It’s one of those first class seats that’s kind of a “pod” for two—not totally private of course because anyone walking by can look down. Anyway, he is a perfect gentleman for the entire flight, mostly working on his laptop. Still, I can’t help but notice him sneaking the occasional glance at my chest. It doesn’t bother me, I have firm, round G-cups and I’m wearing a snug, stretchy dress that doesn’t hide my curves. No bra. And anyway he’s not being obvious and he’s cute.