Session #1 * (a short-story)

When I heard the bell ring I instinctively looked at my watch, it was exactly 7pm. I was hoping you would be a few minutes late so I would have a chance to collect my thoughts and prepare. I had been running about 15 minutes late with my previous appointment. My heart leapt as I went to open the door. I remembered our conversation on the phone and how I felt stirred by the sound of your voice. There was something about your demeanor and your self-assurance that put me on edge and excited me. I straightened out my black knit pencil skirt and white silk blouse and checked my hair in the mirror before opening the door. I wanted to look perfect for you, something I had never done before with other clients.

I opened the door, and there you were standing so tall and strong, your blue eyes meeting my brown eyes immediately as if you had been watching me through the door. You were dressed casually yet professionally, white starched shirt, and sports coat, slacks and loafers. I could see the muscles of your chest protruding through your shirt a bit which I thought quite sexy. You were very handsome and had a calm sense about you. You immediately put out your hand for me to shake and I was fearful that my hand might be trembling a bit as I placed it in yours and exchanged pleasantries.

I invited you in and offered you a seat in one of two winged back chairs. You kindly accepted and we began talking about things. I asked you questions about your work and your life, and you answered them and always followed with a question of your own you had for me. Soon I realized that you were now conducting this interview and I had no desire to reestablish my position, I let go and I felt calm and safe in your presence and highly charged.

As we talked, I felt my body reacting to you in strange ways. A heat started to spread across my flesh and in between my legs, and an energetic tension was building in my muscles. I found myself crossing and uncrossing my legs a great deal, and shifting in my seat. I tried to control my movement as I did not want to appear to be squirming, but there was something about you that was effecting my body. I found the tip of my pencil between my lips more than once in an attempt to relieve the pressure building within me.

Your blue eyes never faltered, and I had a hard time meeting and holding your gaze. I would pretend to write notes on my pad, but would just write incoherent words, I was trying to hold myself together as a battle inside me began to ensue. I didn't understand it, I am usually so controlled and in charge and couldn't figure out what it was about you that was completely overwhelming me. I found it hard to think.

As my initial interviewing period was winding down, and as I held on to the little composure I could muster, I asked you if you had any questions for me.

You did not hesitate as if you were anticipating this very moment.

"What if i started telling you what I was really thinking and that I knew what you were thinking and wanting from your squirming? What would you do?"

I stopped breathing for a moment and could barely get my mouth to move. Had I been that transparent? What was I conveying to you by my actions? Had my mind betrayed me? Before I could think about how to respond, I responded.

"I would probably rise from my chair and find a reason to walk around a bit, to release some of the sexual tension in my body."

I couldn't believe the words I had said. That is exactly what I was feeling, what was building so intensely in my body. Sexual tension. And before I could even admit this to myself, I was admitting it to you.

"Knowing I'd watch every movement? Every step, every little twitch."

Oh, how your stare was intoxicating, and I realized that I felt alive when you watched me, that I loved the way you scrutinized my every movement. I was feeling myself unravel. My thoughts and feelings coming forth for you without inhibition. I didn't understand what was happening.

"I would start to flush hot and my body would yearn to open, like a bloom." I was no longer myself.

"And would you continue to toy with your pencil in your mouth?"

"I think the pencil would be long gone by now..... i don't think i could hold anything at this point..."

"Would you turn your back to me hoping i would approach you from behind?"

"I would for a moment or two, turn my back to you to catch my breath or to regain some sort of composure and....yes.. I would hope I would feel you come up to me from behind."

"And if I stayed seated, but instructed you to let down your hair would you?"

"Yes.. I would..."

"And if I instructed you to turn around to face me to unbutton your blouse?"

"Yes.... I would."


I was shocked by your questions and more shocked by my answers and I stood up and walked around the room. I felt your eyes watching my every movement, weighing my every action. I longed to feel your hands on my neck, and hips and body taking over, fully taking over.

You stayed seated.

"Let down your hair for me, now."

I felt myself freeze a moment as my hands, as if completely under your control, went to my head and undid the clasp in my hair. My long brown tresses fell onto my shoulders.

"Turn around and face me."

I turned.

"Unbutton your blouse."

I felt the battle inside me waging, I knew I was crossing a line, but I complied. I had to. I was no longer the professional woman I was an hour ago. I was becoming your...girl.. your..toy... your... slave...

You rose from your chair and approached me, and I sucked in my breath. I saw you reach into your jacket pocket and you took out a pair of scissors. I froze with fear, not sure of what you intended to do with them and in a swift movement that I could barely comprehend, you cut my bra off, and my breasts were immediately exposed. I sighed and threw my head back arching my back to release some of the tension that was building in my breasts that were longing to be touched and felt.

You took my shirt and re-buttoned it so the silk fabric rubbed against my hard nipples. I moaned with wanton lust hoping you would touch them and taunt them, hoping to feel that sweet luxurious pain. But you do not like to rush things, and wanted that feeling to linger, you had other things in mind.

You told me to sit on my desk facing you, and I did, finding it hard to part my legs in my skirt. I wanted so much to open them wider and wished I had worn something more forgiving. You saw my legs straining against the fabric and took the scissors from your pocket and cut a six inch slit to allow me a little room, yet not too much, as the fabric continued to bind.. I still tried to force my legs open and we both heard the little tearing sounds of the fabric ripping. I so badly wanted to spread my knees for you.. to completely open up.

You reached up my thigh and pulled my right stocking down to my ankle. I bit my lip to help me focus when I felt your hand touch me. Your manicured nails scraped down my inner thigh leaving slight abrasions. I whimpered a bit yet maintained my position, not daring to move. And as you tore off the rest of my skirt to its waistline, freeing my pressing legs, I was relieved. I was also a bit embarrassed about you seeing how incredibly wet and wanton I was.

You then dragged both the armchairs in the office over to the desk and had me spread my legs placing one foot on each of them. My heels dug into the upholstery and I was fully exposed to you. I was twisting inside as you took in my scent, wanting so much to offer you all of me and feeling so exposed. I was fighting the urge to close my legs, yet I wanted more and more. I was hoping you found me pleasing and I realized that things were no longer under my control, that my own body and mind were betraying me as if no longer mine.

You sensed this complete acquiescence and stood up taking your hands and placing them firmly behind my neck. You pulled me toward your lips, kissing me softly. I looked into your eyes as our lips touched then closed them as I dissolved into you.

You told me to unbutton your shirt, and I obeyed. I had been wanting to for a while, and was waiting for the opportunity. I ran my hands over your chest and down to your stomach, feeling your heat in my hands. I wanted to press my naked flesh against you.

"Spread your legs wider, slut. "

I sat back and obeyed, as you pushed your fingers into my dripping wet cunt, and I was grateful you did. You pulled out your fingers and brought them to your lips to taste, then grabbed me by the back of my head and placed a hard deep kiss on my mouth so I could taste myself too.

Then you ripped my blouse wide open and I heard the buttons ricocheting here and there.. I quickly envisioned myself on the floor later crawling around to find them, not to repair the blouse, but to keep as tokens of this moment. I know I will often keep them in my pocket or purse and finger them remembering the intensity of your kiss, of my tongue deep in your mouth, of your teeth holding my tongue still as a whimper escapes.

I feel myself pull back a bit as your bite reminds me that I am not in charge, although my lust fights to take over. You release my tongue I whisper "please...please..." although I'm not sure what I'm begging for. You grab my hair firmly at the nape of my neck and pull back a few inches to look at my face completely and demand I open my eyes.

"What is it that you want, slut?"

My mind betrays me as the words spill out.

"To.. taste... you, Sir.. to taste your cock..."

I hear the words as if they've come from the lips of another, and I realize that any trace of the girl I was prior to this session is long gone. You smile at this realization as you see it spread over my face, and decide to grant my request, my plea.

Your hand is still grasping my hair at the nape of my neck and you do not release me as you position yourself on the chair my pumps are digging into. My body follows and I am on my knees between your legs, feeling your grip and smelling the musk of your scent. I want more.

You unzip your trousers, slowly, watching me bite and lick my lips in anticipation. You hold out your cock for me and instruct me to lick the tip, which I do lovingly. I taste the first drops of precum and look up into your eyes. Your own desire presses and you take my head and guide it over your shaft plunging deep into my warm wet mouth and into my throat. You guide me up and down, showing me the rhythm which you find most pleasurable and when you are sure I understand, you release my neck and hair and sit back as I suck and stroke your cock.

I love it's warmth and hardness and I feel my own juices begin to flow down my thighs. I spread my legs wider as I suck deeper and deeper. You let me indulge for a while and then you stop me by the nape of my neck and push yourself deep into my throat gagging me. You smile at what a slut I am.

You pull me off of you and stand up, forcing me to stand with you and you turn me around and bend me over the desk. You push up my skirt and see the soaking wet lace panties clinging to my cunt. You take the scissors and cut them off so you can see my ass and glistening cunt and the flowing juices. You knock my foot with your own indicating you want me to spread wider

"Wider still, cunt." I obey.

Your hand is still gripping my hair forcing me to arch my back and expose my breasts. My hands are flat on the desk pushing myself up to ease your grasp. I feel your fingers stroking my cunt and I cry out. How badly I need them to plunge deep inside of me, stroking and teasing as the moisture increases.

"Is this what you want slut?"

"Oh.. yes.. yes.. Sir...."

You know that I am completely owned in this moment. I am your slut and your whore.

You let go of my hair and grasp my hips and impale me on your cock. I gasp and almost cum with your first thrust. You ride me hard and put your hands on my ass, occasionally slapping it and admiring the redness that rushes to the surface... Perhaps you are assessing it for further exploration, a territory you plan to conquer. Fucking and slapping, pulling me back by my hair, telling me in my ear how you knew I was such a slut, and wanted your cock deep inside my cunt all along... telling me how there is not a thought in my mind you do not see, that you do not own. You tell me that you want me to feel me cum on your cock and demand I do so.

"NOW GIRL!"

I cum, and cum hard. You control my body as it spasms with pleasure, pounding me harder and harder with each stroke. You feel your own orgasm rising, and pull out of my cunt. You turn me around and force me to my knees. I know what you want and open my wanton mouth as you plunge deep into my throat again. I can taste myself on your shaft as I feel you swell. I know you are going to cum. You do. Hot spurts into my mouth and on my face. I smile as I revel in your essence...

You lift me from my knees, and hold me for a while, not saying anything. Just enjoying the peaceful calm after such an intensely sexual storm.

And then you book another appointment...



*co-authored with dragonfly