**Much Needed Therapy** 1/2 (by Greer Masterson)
“Ready?” Jules asked, barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her mouth and gently engulfed the head of the throbbing red cock in her hand. Her soft, muffled moans were barely audible against the strained breathing from the man lying prostrate in the alley. She moved slowly up and down the length of the fat shaft. He was longer and thicker than I expected. Had I expected anything? I wasn’t sure, but this wasn’t it.
My head swam from the smell of him and I turned to the side, but I couldn’t take my eyes away.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, her lips leaving his cock with a smack. “He really stinks. I bet he hasn’t showered in days.”
“Months,” I mumbled.
Her face snapped towards the sound of my voice even though her eyes had never left mine, as if her conscious mind had become so disconnected from her subconscious as to forget that I was there.