Lola writhed uncontrollably as she told her story to Doctor Graham. "He put his cock in my pussy and pounded me, fucked me deep, twisted his big monster love tool inside of me. I couldn't stop cumming. Over and over, my pussy exploded. Oh, I'm so wet right now, Doctor. I wish I was cumming like that right now!"
Doctor Graham looked at the clock. Only a couple minutes left to Lola's session. "Urn, I think we should stop now," he said. Then the doctor looked down between his own legs. How am I going to explain this, he thought.
The good doctor had jizzed in his pants.
CHAPTER ONE
"What can I say? There's something about a man's cock that I find ... irresistible. I mean ... the sight of a big, hard dick makes me tingle all over ... as well as inside. It really gets my juices flowing."
Dr. Graham reacted to Lola's provocative admission with the same stone-faced expression he had maintained throughout their first session one week ago. It was obvious she was trying to manipulate him, arouse him simply for the sake of achieving some sort of control over her therapist. It was as if she knew he had wrestled with these demons of lust before, but the disciplined psychiatrist was determined to resist her undeniable charms.
She was young and beautiful, gifted with an exquisite face and a voluptuous body. Her breasts, brimming from a tight, low-cut sweater were big and firm, her waist unbelievably narrow, her curvaceous hips and long, shapely legs accentuated by a taut miniskirt, black stockings and a pair of red spiked heels. Seeing her stretched out on the leather couch with her fiery red hair spread across the headrest was enough to give any man palpitations, and the more Graham dwelled on her anatomical assets, the more frustrating the session became.
"I must have fucked or sucked a thousand men in my time," Lola boasted. "Not bad for a twenty-five year old." She paused to reflect on her conquests and then casually inquired, "Does that necessarily make me a nymphomaniac?" She waited for an answer, her alluring green eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What do you think?" Graham evasively replied.
Lola shook his head and smirked. "You shrinks are all alike. A hundred dollars an hour and all you do is listen."
"If that's all there were to it," he responded, trying not to sound defensive, "you wouldn't be here."
"Neither would you, Doctor," Lola shot back. "Meaning?"
"Meaning that, although you're pretending not to be affected by me, you're actually quite turned on."
"Is that important to you?"
"Maybe," she coyly sighed, stretching like a lazy cat, lifting one leg so that her hemline crept a few more inches up her silky thighs. "Maybe not. What's really important to me is satisfying that hole between my legs-my cunt." She turned her head and looked straight at Graham. "Would you like to see my cunt?"
"Thank you," Graham replied, clearing his throat and consulting his notes, "but that won't be necessary. Shall we continue with your story?"
"If you prefer," shrugged Lola. "As I was saying before, I've done just about everything a woman can do to attain sexual fulfillment. One of my more memorable escapades involved the seduction of my best friend's fiancee.
"I was invited to spend the weekend at their rented beach house in the Hamptons. That's where I met him for the first time. His name was Jeff, a real hunk working his way up in a major brokerage firm. The moment I set eyes on him, I wanted to ride his rod. Not only was he good-looking, but also he had the kind of athletic physique that gets a girl all creamy in the crotch. I did try to resist those desires. After all. his fiancee, Denise, had been a friend of mine since college. But then the idea of fucking Jeff was kind of taboo, too tempting to pass up. Of course, I couldn't just offer myself to this stud. So, instead. I teased him. You know ... meaningful glances over the dinner table, skimpy bathing suits around the pool, subtle, sensuous gestures that caught his attention."
"Gestures?" Graham interrupted.
"Yeah. You know-like brushing my fingertips between my breasts, running my tongue across my lips, crossing and uncrossing my legs so he could get a good look at them. The sort of things that rattle men."
"Didn't Denise notice any of this?"
"Oh, no. I was careful not to let her catch on."
"But he noticed?"
Lola smiled. "He had a perpetual hard-on."
Graham rolled his tongue in his cheek. "So you had sex with him?" he asked.
"Don't rush me, Doctor," Lola teased. "It gets better. While Jeff and I were alone by the pool, I asked him to spread tanning oil on my back."
"Where was Denise?"
"In the house, preparing lunch ... "
"And did Jeff do as you asked?"
"Of course, he did. Wouldn't you? I rolled over on my belly and asked him to unsnap my bikini top. Then I had him grease me from my shoulders to the small of my back. It felt wonderful. His hands were big and strong. They slid slowly across my skin, stroking and caressing me, kneading my bare flesh as if it were dough."
Graham gulped. "And then?"
"Then I thanked him and he went for a swim. Probably to cool himself off."
Graham stared at her in silence, then said, "That's it?"
"You sound disappointed, Doctor," Lola chuckled. "No, of course that wasn't it. There's more. Lots more. Later that night, after the three of us had exhausted a bottle of wine beside the fireplace, I excused myself for bed, noticing a look of nervous anticipation on Jeff's face. I went to my room, but left the door slightly ajar, knowing that Jeff would find a way to leave his fiancee's side if only for a few minutes. I heard his faint, approaching footsteps in the hall and began to undress. I knew he was peeping as I peeled off my T-shirt. I could feel his hungry eyes all over me as I unzipped my cut-off jeans and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. I turned to face the door, my eyes averted, and unsnapped my bra. I could swear I heard him catch his breath as my breasts sprang free. I deliberately massaged them with my hands, tugging on my pink, sprouting nipples for his titillation. Then I reached into my panties and forced them down my thighs, exposing my moist, glistening cunt sparsely shrouded in a trimmed patch of dewy pubic hair.
"I stood there for a while, stroking my pussy. caressing my thighs, running my hands over my big, luscious tits. I could taste his desire. He wanted me. He wanted me badly. And then ... I slipped into a nightshirt, turned out the light and got into bed."
Graham uncrossed his legs and then crossed them again. He glanced at the clock on his desk. There was plenty of time remaining.
"Later that night," Lola continued, "as I was lying in bed, I heard Denise and Jeff making love in the next room. I had to press my ear against the wall, but judging from the moaning and squealing coming from the other side, he was really fucking her good. I felt a certain amount of satisfaction, knowing I had turned him on, knowing he was probably thinking of me while he was putting it to her. Then again, I was a bit disappointed. I had supplied the foreplay, but Denise was the one enjoying a stiff cock. I tried masturbating, imagining them rolling and writhing in the heat of passion while I squirmed in bed on my belly, fingering my clit. But it just couldn't substitute for a throbbing prick. So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"A few hours later, I was awakened by the sound of a squeaking hinge. Someone was in my room closing the door. There I was, lying on my stomach with the covers pulled down and my nightshirt hoisted to my waist, and someone hovering over my bedside. I caught a whiff of cologne and recognized it as Jeff's. It was mingled with a trace of sweat and semen, the scent of a virile lover eager for more. He just stood there for a while, perhaps deciding whether he had the balls to go through with it, perhaps admiring my ass. In the bright moonlight, with my legs spread apart, he had a tempting rear view of my hot and horny twat.
"Then he made his move. Kneeling down, he placed his hand on the back of my thigh and gently rubbed my soft, smooth flesh. I responded with a little moan, just enough to encourage him. He lowered his lips to my bare buttocks and gently kissed each cheek. Then he moved his hands along my inner thighs and tentatively traced the pouting lips of my pussy with his fingertips. As my love juices started to flow, my gaping gash became moist to the touch. Sufficiently lubricated, it enticed him to sweep its ridges with his playful tongue. I purred like a kitten as he lusciously licked my drooling labia and searched for my tingling clit with the tip of his prodding tongue. When he found it, he pried my legs further apart and buried his face in my mouth watering muff. By then, I was beside myself with lust, clutching the sheets and hissing with pleasure. He lapped my little love button until I was about to explode, then abruptly withdrew. The next thing I knew, he was porking my asshole with his thumb and stirring my snatch with his middle finger.
"I propped myself up on all fours to accommodate him, grinding my hips to the rhythm of his penetrating digits. But when my moaning got too loud, he abruptly withdrew his fingers and, instead, plunged his huge cock into my saturated love hole. Pumping his hips back and forth, he drove his prick deeper and deeper into my twat until I felt his belly banging on my butt cheeks. I was so aroused by his savage thrusts that I had to stuff a pillow between my teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy.
"He fucked me slowly but hard, his groin grinding against the arch of my thighs, his fingers digging into my waist. He grunted with each stroke of his stiff, demanding rod, taking his pleasure without any hesitation, savoring what he considered my sweet surrender when, in fact, it was I who ruled his lusty tool.
"The heat between us was scorching. At one point, Jeff ripped the nightshirt off my back, stripping me completely bare. Then, while he continued porking me from behind, he reached around to fondle my dangling tits, squeezing and tugging on them. I was so hot for his cock I thought I'd burst into flames. His dick darted in and out, in and out, tantalizing my pussy as it had rarely been pleasured before.
"Then he made me roll over on my back and wedged himself between my gaping thighs, smoothly reentering my fluid cunt. As passionate a lover as I have ever encountered, he impetuously hoisted my legs and rested my ankles against his brawny shoulders, enabling his throbbing love pole to fill me to the core. Gyrating and snapping his penis, he rode me like a real cowboy, thoroughly skewering my scintillating snatch and catapulting me to one fantastic orgasm after another.
"Wisely, he chose not to come inside me. Instead, he slid his slick dick out of my cunthole, straddled my heaving tits, and jammed his juicy meat stick down my willing throat. Leaning forward and jerking in and out, he fed me every inch of his savory sausage and I sucked him off.
"When he finally came, there was so much jizm that some of it trickled out of the corners of my mouth before I could swallow it. I knew I had satisfied him in a way that even his fiancee had not, and on doing so, satisfied myself. Jeff collapsed with exhaustion beside me on the bed. I let him rest for a few minutes, then I told him he'd better leave. He went back to bed with Denise and I went to sleep."
Graham took a deep breath. His palms were sweaty. His heart was beating faster. "And the next day?" he inquired.
"We acted as if nothing had happened," said Lola.
"Jeff never told Denise."
"Of course not. Why would he want to do that?"
"Did he marry her?"
"Sure did. And guess what?" smiled Lola. "I was the maid of honor."
"Have you and Jeff ever ... "
"Fucked each other again? Never. That's the most delicious part. Once was more than enough. A second time could never have been as good as the first, so why bother? This way, it's our little secret. Jeff's, mine ... and now yours. Besides," said Lola, her sultry eyes penetrating Graham's fragile veneer, "There are so many more men to fuck."
There was a moment of intense silence and then suddenly, the point of Graham's pencil snapped against his legal pad. Flustered, he glanced at the clock. "I'm afraid our time is up for today. We'll have to continue next week."
Moving with the grace of a panther, Lola swung her legs off the couch and rose to her feet. As Graham got up to see her to the door, he
CHAPTER TWO
"I've given the story you told me last week a lot of thought," said Dr. Graham at the very beginning of his next session with Lola.
"I'll bet you have," she quipped, lying on her side, once again dressed in a tight, short skirt, with a silk blouse unbuttoned to a revealing length.
Graham ignored the remark, as well as Lola's sumptuous cleavage. This time, he had decided, he would not allow her to toy with his emotions. "Your deliberate seduction of your best friend's fiancee," he told her, "suggests envy."
"Uh-huh," she concurred. "Penis envy."
"Envy of marriage."
Lola laughed at the theory. "Believe me, Doctor. The last thing I'd be jealous of is marriage. I have no desire to marry. Why saddle myself with one steady dick when I can enjoy thousands?"
Graham tried another approach. "Tell me about your parents."
Lola mocked him with a laugh. "You're grasping at straws."
"Were you the product of a broken home?" he nonetheless inquired.
"My mother and father have been happily married for twenty-eight years."
"Brothers or sisters?"
"I'm an only child and I was raised with all the affection a child could possibly require."
"Oh, really?" chimed Graham, as if he had hit upon something significant. "And exactly how affectionate was your father?"
"If you're alluding to incest, "Lola sighed wearily, "I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree."
"Were you ever hurt?" Graham asked bluntly.
"No," Lola casually replied.
"Then, to what do you attribute your excessive sexual behavior? You obviously feel it's unnatural, or you wouldn't be here."
Lola regarded him quizzically. "Is that why I'm here?"
"I don't know. You tell me," he said. "Why are you here?"
"Maybe I'm here to cure you, Doctor," Lola blithely suggested.
"Seriously."
"I am being serious," she insisted. "Perhaps my sexual appetite is not as unnatural as it seems. After all, sex is the most fulfilling physical sensation. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Whether it is or isn't is irrelevant," Graham answered. "What matters is why you do the things you do. You have to admit there's a certain recklessness to your behavior. I want you to think about that."
"And I want you to think about this," said Lola, suddenly reaching for her hemline and boldly hiking up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. Too stunned to react, Graham merely gawked in awe at her pussy, a V-shaped mound of curly pubic hair parted down the middle by a moist, pink slit. Using her thumb and index finger, Lola obligingly pried apart the pouting lips of her labia to expose her glistening clit. Enhanced by a black lace garter belt and sheer nylon stockings, it was indeed a sight to behold. Graham was dumbstruck, gazing in disbelief and desire at her exquisite portal of ecstasy.
Then, regaining his composure and sense of professional propriety, he made eye contact with Lola. "What do you think?" she asked coyly.
"I think we should continue with the session," he dryly replied.
"I showed you mine," she teased. "Now let's see yours."
"Unless you pull down your skirt," Graham warned, "I'm afraid you're going to have to leave."
Lola pouted, but obeyed. She lowered her skirt and folded her hands on her lap as if nothing had happened. "Where were we?" she asked.
"Tell me about your job," Graham suggested. "My what?"
"Your profession," he elaborated. "What you do for a living."
"Well, as you know, I'm a real estate agent," she said. "It's not the most boring occupation, but damn well near it. Although I did have an experience not long ago that's worth talking about." like a judge, Graham had his doubts, but allowed her to proceed.
"Since I moved here to Florida from New York, I've been a sales consultant for a major builder. I show off models of single-family homes in an exclusive development north of Miami. The models are exquisitely decorated, three and four-bedroom houses overlooking a winding lake. Usually, the prospective clients who visit us are married couples. But one hot Saturday afternoon in August, when I was the only one in the office and hardly anyone had dropped by all day, in came a very handsome man of about thirty-five. He was overdressed in an expensive suit, but he was as cool as a cucumber.
"His name was Brad. Turns out he was a junior executive for a sportswear company and was being transferred from Chicago to Fort Lauderdale. He and his wife-who was nowhere in sight-needed a house, and he wanted to see what we had to offer. Since there were no children, I suggested our smallest model, but he told me he would prefer to see the largest model, because he and his wife frequently entertained out-of-town guests.
"So I showed him a spacious two-story house with four bedrooms and two-and-a-half-baths. It included a Roman tub and separate shower in the master bath, an island in the eat-in kitchen, and a kidney-shaped pool on a screened-in entertainment patio. My reason for mentioning these features will soon become clear.
"Brad asked me quite a few questions about the house and seemed interested in buying, but it was obvious by the way he was looking at me that he wasn't only interested in the model. To tell you the truth, being alone with such a good-looking man and checking out all those bedrooms gave me nasty ideas. I encouraged him with a few flirtatious looks of my own. I also made suggestive remarks about how he and his wife could take advantage of all that private living space and how romantic a late night dip in the pool could be.
"We concluded our tour in the kitchen. When I had exhausted my sales pitch, he put his hands in his pockets and jokingly asked if I came with the house. Seizing my chance, I bluntly replied that I always came. He just stared at me, suddenly tongue-tied. Undaunted, I inquired whether there was anything I could do to persuade him to buy the house ... any thing at all. Either he was going to walk out in a huff, or accept my proposition. Realizing that I meant business, he moved closer, took me in his arms and kissed me.
"We necked and fondled each other right there in the kitchen until I felt his cock swell in his pants. Eager to please, I stroked his crotch, gradually sinking to my knees. Kneeling before him, slyly glancing up at his anxious face, I unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and pulled out his bulging prick. He shivered with delight as I proceeded to kiss and lick his meaty manhood, pressing my soft lips against its arching, rigid stem, swirling my wet tongue around and around its knobby crown.
"Then I took his dick into my mouth and sucked it, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster. Gasping with pleasure, he placed his hands on each side of my head and guided it back and forth, swaying his hips and pumping his throbbing member in and out of my throat.
"Brad moaned in ecstasy, tenderly caressing my face as his grinding groin weaved to and fro, propelling his potent prick through the succulent vise of my rounded lips. He could have easily come in my mouth at any moment, but made every effort to prolong the experience. He was the kind of man who took his time, who knew how to savor the pleasures of the flesh.
"It was I who eventually released his delectable dick from the clutches of my gluttonous mouth so that I could make use of his idle tongue. I hopped aboard the countertop of the kitchen island, hiked my skirt and spread my legs. Hankering for a taste of my tantalizing twat, Brad wedged his broad shoulders between my stockinged thighs and lowered his face to my crotch. I was wearing a pair of white lace bikini panties, but that didn't stop him for a second. He pressed his mouth against my pubic mound and wallowed in the rich aroma of my flowing love juices. He traced the lips of my pussy with the tip of his tongue through the thin shield of the sheer lingerie, sending shivers all through my body. Mercilessly teasing my cunt, he made lazy circles and nibbled at the fringes of lace that barely separated his wicked mouth and my moist, man-hungry muff.
"Finally, Brad tugged on the drawstrings holding my panties together, undoing the bows and unveiling my pussy as if it were a birthday present. Pausing for a moment to admire the view, he then kissed each of my inner thighs and sighed, his hot breath fanning the flame between my legs. Then he plunged his tongue deep into my gaping honey-pot. I gasped and clutched the back of his head as he lusciously lapped my yawning love nest, skillfully flicking and licking my throbbing clit until I squealed with delight. He ate my pussy for what seemed like a blissful eternity, delivering me several times to the threshold of ecstasy, only to pause at the brink, heightening my lust and desire.
"Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I begged him to fuck me. Without hesitation, he dropped his pants, lifted me off the counter and impaled my saucy snatch on his looming phallus. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, his big hands grasping the cheeks of my ass and his stiff cock firmly embedded in my tight, torrid twat. Writhing like a pair of snakes, we tongue-kissed and murmured sexy endearments, my cunt absorbing every rigid inch of his taut, tantalizing tube steak.
"The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back, sprawled atop a dining room table, with my ass on the edge and Brad standing over me. He began screwing me in short, furious jabs, his dick darting in and out of my creamy cunthole. Oh...." sighed Lola, caressing her thighs at the thought of it. "It felt so good. And while he hovered over me, Brad unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my tits right out of the cups of my bra. As he swiveled his hips and penetrated my drooling gash, his fingers pinched my pert nipples and clawed at my writhing flesh. That's when I came, but it was only the first in a series of orgasms. A few minutes and a few dozen thrusts later, Brad erupted inside me, filling my cunt to the core with his hot, abundant seed.
"We rested for a moment, just long enough to catch our breath. Then, impulsively, I suggested a dip in the pool. Brad thought I was joking, but when I completely stripped, he found my invitation an enticement he couldn't resist. He quickly removed his clothes. Then hand-in-hand, we entered the patio through a sliding glass door and dove into the pool.
"We swam apart for a short while, then came together as if part of an aquatic ballet. As we rolled and floated in the cool, crystal clear water, Brad and I playfully kissed and fondled each other like a pair of young, naughty, skinny-dipping lovers. As we frolicked, I got a hold of Brad's prick and felt it instantly stiffen in my fist, ready to please me once again. In the meantime, Brad couldn't keep his hands off my ass or his eyes off my tits, watching them bob like beach balls on the surface of the water before teasing my budding nipples with his flapping tongue. He also gave new meaning to the term 'muff-diving,' immersing himself below my waist and blowing bubbles into my crack.
"It wasn't long before we were fucking again. This time with our limbs entwined underwater and his hard-driving harpoon plugging away at my eager beaver. Boy, did we make waves, especially when I came again, splishing and splashing like a fish on a hook.
"After the swim, we headed for a hot shower in an adjacent cabana. There, scrubbing each other clean, things got pretty intense all over again. I worked up a lather between Brad's legs, scrubbing his cock and balls with my sudsy fingers while he explored my jugs, my ass and my cunt with his own slippery hands.
"Then, when I dropped the bar of soap and bent over to pick it up, my incorrigible lover took advantage of the situation by sliding his slick dick into my vulnerable anus. At first, I cried out in pain as his huge manhood pushed its way into my narrow orifice, but after a few aggressive thrusts of his slithering tool, my tender little butt hole comfortably accommodated its entire length. I was bent over with my head bowed, my tits dangling and the palms of my hands pressed against the tile wall of the shower stall while he clutched my waist and slammed his hips against my buttocks, ravishing my asshole with his relentless, riveting rod. We were drenched in the shower's steamy spray, drowning in a cascade of ecstasy. In no time, he came again and so did I, this time getting an ass-full of his spewing semen. He saved some of his cum to anoint my protruding butt cheeks. Then I turned around, knelt down and pumped the rest of his creamy load into my mouth. When it seemed as if I had totally drained his bloated shaft, he lifted me up, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me hard.
"But our appetites for each other were far from satisfied. After we dried ourselves off, Brad and I adjourned to the master bedroom for our grand finale. Snuggled under silk designer sheets, we made desperate love well into the night. At one point in our frenzy of passion, I mounted him like a jockey and wedged his wonderful wad up my hot, horny hole, riding that saddle horn for all it was worth. While I greased his meat, Brad juggled my tits in his groping hands and raked the flesh along my ribs and thighs with his tantalizing fingertips.
"Then he toppled me from my throne, assumed the dominant position and drilled me like a jackhammer. Panting with uncontrollable lust, I hoisted my legs and crossed my ankles behind his neck. His husky torso leaned against the back of my calves, his hips pounded against the back of my thighs, his powerful hands pinning my wrists to the pillow as he plunged his dagger of desire deeper and deeper into my yawning slit.
"Fuck me!' I cried. 'Fuck me, you bastard' And he did. Oh, how he fucked me. Ramming, grinding, lunging into me until our bodies were bathed in sweat and our hearts pounded like a pair of kettle drums. In and out, in and out, again and again and again. I practically wept with ecstasy, coming not once or twice, but so many times that I lost count.
"Brad's climax was just as staggering. As he gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails into my naked flesh, I felt the first surge of his cum cream deep in my womb. Then, wailing, he withdrew his cock, grabbed it by the base and directed the next blast of jizm onto my belly. Then he anointed my heaving tits with his flowing love lava, gobs of semen that dripped and trickled from my pointy nipples. And, finally, he guided his erupting prick into my beckoning mouth, coating my tonsils with the last of his spurting seed. Clutching his flexing buttocks, I sucked on his rigid rod hungrily, sucking and swallowing every oozing ounce of its bittersweet nectar.
"We capped the evening off with a luxurious and invigorating bath in the gray marble Roman tub, content to cuddle in its frothy whirlpool, kissing and caressing like a pair of innocent newlyweds. Later, we dressed, locked up the house and escorted each other to the parking lot. As we got to his car, I turned to Brad and asked him if he'd be taking the house. He smiled, opened the door of his convertible and told me he didn't think so. Then he just got into his car, started the engine and drove off, never to be seen or heard from again."
Graham was aghast. "You must have been furious," he assumed.
"Are you kidding?" scoffed Lola. "I loved it."
The psychiatrist was bewildered. "Loved it?"
"Sure. I got screwed literally and figuratively all in one night. And believe me, the last fucking was the best."
"But ... didn't you ... feel used?"
Lola admitted, "You know something. Doc? It got me so hot that I got into my car, whipped out the big rubber dildo I keep in my glove compartment and masturbated right there in the parking lot. What do you make of that?"
Graham was speechless.
"What's the matter, Doc? Twat got your tongue?"
"Did you ... attempt to reach Brad ... after that night?" he asked haltingly. "No."
"Why not?"
"Why would I?" Lola shrugged. "I had no further use for him," she casually declared. "He served his purpose ... and I served mine."
"I meant ... professionally," Graham clarified. "Didn't you want to make the sale?"
"What are you driving at, Doctor?"
Graham folded his hands and took a deep breath. "I would think he was in a ... compromising position."
"Why, Doctor!" Lola feigned surprise. "Are you suggesting blackmail?"
"No, of course not," said Graham defensively. "I was just ... "
"This wasn't about money," Lola smirked. "It was about pleasure. Pressuring Brad would have spoiled the experience. Besides, wrecking his marriage and losing my job wouldn't have accomplished anything."
"But repeatedly committing adultery would?" Graham countered.
"Yes," she claimed with a straight face. "It would satisfy my needs."
It was Graham's turn to scoff. "Isn't that being a bit selfish?"
"Absolutely," she conceded with pride. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
Graham sighed in exasperation. Was there no getting through to this woman? "The things we do have certain consequences," he firmly maintained.
"Sometimes," Lola calmly replied, amused by his sudden display of moral indignation.
"Is it worth the risk?"
"When it comes to sex, it certainly is," Lola insisted. "At least as far as I'm concerned."
"Have you ever had a relationship with a man who wasn't married or engaged to someone else?" Graham sarcastically inquired.
"Plenty," she replied with a mischievous grin. "But we'll have to discuss that at our next session. I see our time is just about up for today."
Caught off guard, Graham referred to the clock on his desk, his face betraying a trace of disappointment, a dead giveaway that did not go unnoticed by his patient.
"Don't worry, Doctor," said Lola, rising to her feet. "Therapy is like good sex. It gets better as it goes along."
CHAPTER THREE
"Did you miss me?" asked Lola at the start of her next therapy session with Dr. Graham. This time, she was dressed in a white, sleeveless shirt-sans bra-and a skintight pair of designer blue jeans. Instead of lying on the couch, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes and sat in the lotus position.
"I wouldn't say missed," Graham replied, hastening to add, "however, I do look forward to our sessions. They're quite revealing."
"Mmmmm," Lola agreed, with an impish smile that could only spell trouble. "For both of us."
"But before we begin," said Graham, "may I remind you that I am the doctor and you are the patient? You do the talking and I do the listening."
"Isn't there something we can do together?" asked Lola with a naughty pout.
"As a matter-of-fact, there is. How about a little word association?"
"Just answer with the first word that comes into your head," he explained.
"Yeah, like I don't know how it works," Lola remarked sarcastically.
"Okay. Let's begin." Graham paused to clear his throat, his pencil poised over his notepad. Then he declared, "Day."
"Night," Lola responded.
"Work."
"Play," she smiled. "Man."
She pursed her lips. "Penis."
"Woman."
"Vagina."
"Friend," said Graham. "Lover," she answered. "Skin."
"Caress," she hissed.
"Mouth."
"Suck."
"Hands."
"Fondle."
"Touch."
"Clitoris."
"Eyes."
"Naked."
"Body."
"Fuck."
"Joy."
"Orgasm."
"You."
"Horny."
Graham massaged the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, after all."
"What can I tell you?" sighed Lola. "I have a one-track mind and it's always hurtling through that tunnel Freud was so fond of. I guess I'm just a hopeless nymphomaniac."
"You say that as if it were something to be proud of."
"Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I have the ability to give and to receive the greatest of pleasure. Shouldn't I be proud of that?"
"I hope you won't be offended by this question...." said Graham.
Lola seemed genuinely surprised by the question. "Oh, Doctor," she scoffed. "What do you take me for? A hooker?"
"Well? Have you?"
"My, but you have a dirty mind. I suppose I could make a fortune selling my body," Lola admitted upon deeper reflection, "but then it would be more business than pleasure. No. I like to choose my partners, not the other way around. Besides, I would never use sex to make money. It is illegal, you know." She paused and then added with a smile, "Although once, I did use it to beat a speeding ticket. I guess that does make me a whore."
"Tell me about it," said Graham, trying not to sound too anxious.
"Okay. It's a real juicy story. Feel free to whip out your cock and jerk off."
Graham found the remark unnecessarily crude, but let it slide. He was getting used to Lola's deliberate attempts to shock and titillate. Overreacting, he reasoned, would only play into her hands. Tolerantly, he listened to her latest yarn.
"One day, as I was driving along Interstate 95 from Melbourne to West Palm Beach, a police car pulled me over. Evidently, I had been cruising at 80 in a 65 mph zone without even realizing it. I was all ready for a heated confrontation with the cop when I glanced at my side view mirror and saw him approaching my car. He was young, tall and sharply good-looking, with short blond hair and a golden. suntanned complexion. He was wearing a mean pair of shades and walked with a sexy swagger. Judging by his broad shoulders, sinewy forearms and biceps, I knew he had a body worth getting acquainted with.
"I gave him my sweetest, most innocent smile and politely asked if there was a problem. He leaned into my window, checked out the interior of my car, checked out the cleavage brimming from my low-cut dress, then routinely asked me for my driver's license. While he carefully studied the card and its wealth of personal information, I studied his crotch, situated just a few inches from my face alongside the window of my low-level sports car. I wondered what his reaction would be if I reached out and touched the conspicuous bulge in his pants.
"But before my vivid imagination had the chance to run wild, he interrupted my reverie by sternly requesting my registration. As I leaned over to retrieve the slip of paper from my glove compartment, the hem of my dress rode up my legs, exposing my milky white thighs where the clasps of my garter belt met the tops of my sheer nylon stockings. I knew he'd appreciate the view. Also, when I snapped open the glove compartment, my trusty rubber dildo fell out and onto the floor of the car. I picked it up slowly, so he'd get a good look at it. then shoved it back into the glove compartment and handed him my registration.
"As he examined it, I inquired as to the reason I was being detained. He told me what I already knew-that I had exceeded the speed limit and that he would have to issue a ticket. I noticed a name tag pinned to his shirt-T. Sanford. Referring to him as Officer Sanford, I poured on the charm and asked if he could please let me go just this one time, promising to be a good girl from then on. Then, seeing that wasn't getting me far, I added that perhaps I could make it worth his while. What I meant was giving him my phone number, but he apparently misunderstood. Stone-faced, he handed back my license and registration and instructed me to follow him with my car. Before I could explain myself, he stormed back to his vehicle and started his engine.
"As Officer Sanford steered his patrol car back onto the highway, I obediently did the same, wondering if I had been placed under arrest. Then it occurred to me that he hadn't read me my rights. Nevertheless, I followed him as he drove several miles to the next exit, then veered off onto an isolated stretch of road heading west. I was waiting for a town to materialize out of the wooded landscape, but it never did, and the more we rode, the further we got away from civilization. I wasn't worried, just bewildered.
"Finally, Sanford's car turned into a dirt road leading to an old farmhouse. He stopped his vehicle by the front porch and I pulled up alongside. As I emerged from my car, he told me to follow him into the house. It was a few days before my birthday and the idea of a surprise party crossed my mind. It would be just like my friends to spring something like that. Once inside the house, however, I discovered we were all alone and in the middle of nowhere, but for what reason was still unclear.
"It was a sparsely decorated place with only a kitchen, a parlor and a pair of small bedrooms, one of which Sanford led me into without a word of explanation. Actually, none was necessary once I realized that the cop had correctly interpreted my offer and expected me to make good on it. The room was furnished with a big, old-fashioned bed complete with brass headboards. In fact, the metal bars reminded me of a prison cell and the thought of being in Officer Sanford's 'custody' gave me a perverse thrill. We stood in silence for a moment, studying each other, he with his hands on his hips and me with my hands folded against my crotch. Still wearing his shades, he looked me up and down, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. Then softly but firmly he told me to strip.
"Willingly, I did so with deliberate ease, slowly reaching behind me to unclasp my dress and draw down the zipper. With a sound like a sigh, the loose garment slid smoothly to the floor around my ankles. I gracefully stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside. I paused while Sanford feasted his eyes on my body, clad in a black lace bra, matching panties, garter belt, thigh-high stockings and a pair of spiked heels.
"I lifted one leg and removed a shoe. Then I lifted my other leg and did the same. Watching his face twitch with titillation, I pressed the leather heels against my breasts and shuddered, then flipped the shoes over my shoulders. I raised one shapely leg and rested my foot on the bed. As I unclasped the garter straps and rolled down my stocking, I noticed that the bulge in the inseam of Officer Sanford's trousers flexed and throbbed uncontrollably. I removed my other stocking in the same provocative manner, letting the sheer nylon float weightlessly to the floor. Then, I put my hands behind my back, unhooked the garter belt and daintily cast it aside, eager to expose myself to this handsome stranger, yet purposefully taking my time in fully arousing his simmering passion.
"At that point I paused, as if awaiting further instructions, teasing the poor man. I wanted him to order me to remove the rest of my lingerie. 'Keep goin', " he croaked with a leering grin. 'All of it.' Obliging, I shrugged the straps of my bra off my shoulders and reached behind me to undo the clasps. As the last fastener was unhooked, the cups of my bra collapsed and my tits sprang free, betraying my own wicked desire with their ripe, jutting nipples.
"Sanford was so in awe of my bodacious boobs that he removed his sunglasses to get a better look at them, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. As the bra slipped down my arms and fell to the floor, he unbuckled his holster and draped it over a nearby chair, never for a second taking his big, blue eyes off my tits.
"Finally, I reached down and looped my fingers around the elastic waistband of my panties. As I peeled the skimpy wisp of lace down my silky thighs, revealing my hairy pink pussy, Sanford's prick practically popped out of his pants. He took a deep breath and quivered, then told me to lay down on the bed. He didn't have to tell me twice. I stretched out on the calico comforter like a sacrificial virgin and awaited his next move with baited breath.
"Sanford started to undress at the foot of the bed and while I watched him through the brass bar, admiring his trim, muscular physique, I couldn't resist stroking my scintillating snatch. He caught a glimpse of me fingering my juicy twat just as he dropped his briefs and snickered. Standing up against the foot of the bed with his cock protruding between the brass bars, he taunted me, asking if I had something hidden 'up there.' I pried apart the drooling lips of my cunt with two fingers to give him a good look at my wet gash and answered, 'Why don't you find out for yourself?'
"With a wicked grin, Sanford came around to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge. He then placed his hand between my gaping thighs and caressed my moist, succulent cunt. As he gently massaged my throbbing pussy, I moaned with immediate gratification, writhing beneath his intimate touch. He used his thumb to rub my clit and slipped his pinkie into my hot hole and rolled it around. I shuddered with ecstasy, encouraging him to insert his ring finger as well. As he flicked my luscious love button with his thumb and stirred my cauldron of lust with those two other nimble digits, Sanford also leaned over and teased my sprouting nipples with the tip of his tongue. Enraptured by his internal probing, I was soon deliriously horny. At that moment, I would have done anything to please him ... anything.
"And then, when my newfound lover rotated his fingers in my oozing orifice, I stiffened against the pressure of the digits prying apart the wet walls of my tender womb. Abandoning my heaving hooters, Sanford's lips found my mouth and his twirling tongue danced with mine, quelling my fever just long enough for him to use his fingers to ignite a fire of desire even I hadn't anticipated. I turned my face to one side and gasped, burning with lust. Sanford nibbled on my ear lobe and whispered, 'This is how we do a cavity search,' then proceeded to scour my saturated snatch with his fingers, still twiddling my clit with his thumb until his hand was drenched with my vaginal juices.
"Yet, just as I was about to come, Sanford cunningly withdrew, leaving me as frustrated as an alley cat in heat. Instead of pulling my trigger, he elected to mount my torso, hold my breasts together and slide his long, hard cock between them. Straddling my ribs, he proceeded to fuck my tits, pumping his hips and shoving his boner back and forth. Watching the angry red head of his pecker surge forward was like staring down the barrel of a cannon. He could have come in my face at any moment, but instead, my lusty lawman presented his prize pecker to my willing mouth. He fed me just an inch or two at first, introducing the crown of his swollen member to my parted lips and wagging his wad against my outstretched tongue before plunging his entire, throbbing shaft into the succulent depths of my throat.
"It was amazing. Just an hour earlier, I was cruising along the highway and now here I was, miles away from anywhere, with a strange man's cock in my mouth. I'm sure Sanford didn't think twice about it. I'm sure he had brought lots of girls to this isolated love nest. He was too busy clutching my hair in his fists, swiveling his hips, grinding and gyrating, urging me to suck every throbbing inch of his thick, meaty manhood to give it a second thought.
"The way he was fucking my face, I thought for sure he'd come in my mouth. But to my surprise, Sanford pulled out. Instead, he wedged his pelvis between my gaping thighs and guided his wet cock in the moist recesses of my vibrant pussy. As he smoothly penetrated my tight twat, I grunted with exquisite pleasure. Planting the palms of his hands on my jutting jugs, he propped himself up so he could watch my expression while he screwed my saucy snatch.
"Sanford's body worked like a well-oiled love machine. While he thrust his plump power tool of lust hard and deep into my rich, creamy cunt, the muscles of his torso rippled and his spine arched like a cobra. Yet, as passionately as he plundered my pussy, he scarcely betrayed an emotion, his stone-cold face hovering over mine. But that excited me even more. My flesh was his to command. His cock was an iron rod under which I joyfully submitted to his mastery.
"He fucked me for what seemed like hours, tirelessly grinding his meat into my pink hole, keeping me stimulated but just beyond the reach of maximum ecstasy. I loved it, yet hated him for denying me my ultimate pleasure. He had me mewing like a cat, reaching up to grasp the brass bars of the headboard, begging him to make me come. He just laughed and kept right on poking my poor, hopelessly horny pussy until, finally, he came inside of me, grunting and coating my sugar walls with his oozing essence.
"When he withdrew, Sanford gently whipped my face with his wet, bloated sex pistol, encouraging me to lick it clean. I humbly complied, stroking his shriveling shaft with my submissive tongue. Satisfied, he laid down beside me and relaxed. He was acting rather smug about what he considered his remarkable prowess. I didn't have the heart to tell him he knew little about pleasing a woman, but then again, I was not about to be denied the full measure of his serviceable manhood.
"After he rested for awhile, I suggested we get it on again. He coldly told me that wouldn't be necessary. I just shrugged, sighed and got out of bed, pretending I was going to get dressed and leave. Instead, I did a little tease. Some women know how to turn on a man by taking off their clothes. I also know how to get them motivated by putting clothes on. So, I hooked on my garter belt. Then, sitting on the edge of the bed, I rolled up one of my stockings. I slowly and sensuously slipped it over my foot and stretched it up my shapely calf, over my knee and more than halfway up my thigh. Holding my leg aloft, I tautly hooked the flexing garter straps to the top of the stocking. I glanced at Sanford's dick and noticed it was swelling to twice its flaccid size. I repeated the routine with my other leg and ran my hands from ankle to thigh, smoothing out any wrinkles. In the meantime, Sanford's prick rose like a flagpole.
"I stood up and faced him, naked but for the garter belt and stockings. 'Guess I'd better be going,' I pouted. 'Too bad. We could have had so much more fun.' He looked me over from head to toe, his glassy eyes lingering on my full breasts, flat belly and pink, puckering pussy lips. 'What's your hurry?' he murmured. 'Stay awhile, baby, and show me what you've got."
"I told him he didn't have to do a thing. I'd do all the work. He liked that. So did his cock. It was flapping with anticipation, like a fish on dry land. To quell its eagerness, I stroked its rigid shaft, lulling him into a false sense of security. Then, suddenly, I took his balls in my hand and squeezed. He moaned with pleasure, too weak and too titillated to deny me anything.
"At that moment, I became the aggressor, mounting my helpless hunk and straddling his pretty face. 'Eat my pussy,' I commanded, lowering my luscious labia to his quivering lips. 'Lick my hot, juicy twat, you son of a bitch!' I demanded, emboldened by my own lust. 'Lick that cunt! Lick it good!'
"Perhaps it was the first time Sanford had assumed the submissive role, but he seemed more than willing to obey, swabbing my saucy snatch with his long, drooling tongue with wild abandon. I smothered his face with my scintillating meat, grinding my gash against his mouth and drenching him with my love juices. I deliberately tugged on his hair as he had done to mine, giving him a taste of his own medicine as well as a taste of my cunt. He clawed on the cheeks of my ass, but to no avail, his head trapped in the vise-like grip of my thighs. Not only did he prod and twiddle my clit-I made damn sure he ate his way deep into my honeycomb. 'That's good,' I told him as he ate my mouth-watering muff. 'But it isn't good enough. Come on, boy. Suck pussy! Eat cunt! Lick that clit until I cream your fucking face!"
Panting, Sanford twirled his tongue around and around my red-hot love button. While he lusciously lapped my gash, I clutched my tits and tweaked my jutting nipples with my fingertips, writhing with undeniable ecstasy. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. But unless I took evasive action soon, I wouldn't be able to get the most out of Sanford's resurrected ramrod. Abandoning his mouth, I impaled my red-hot pussy on his throbbing phallus, absorbing every looming inch of it into the tight, torrid recesses of my cunt.
"I rode his horn of plenty as if saddled aboard a galloping steed, bouncing on his pleasure pole, clawing his chest with my fingernails, my tits flopping up and down. Hot for my twat, Sanford thrashed his head from side to side, moaning and groaning beneath me, his hands desperately groping my thighs, my tits, my bounding buttocks. He arched his back and swayed his hips to the rhythm of my thrusts, instinctively trying to take charge, but repeatedly frustrated in his efforts. I played his tool for all it was worth. The faster I pumped, the harder we humped. The harder we humped, the deeper his dick penetrated my tunnel of ecstasy.
"My pelvis became a snapping gyro, swiveling around and around and sliding up and down all at the same time, greedily gobbling up his slick, scintillating shaft. I tortured him with pleasure, bending over to bite his nipples and grazing his hairy chest with the flickering tip of my playful tongue. He whimpered like a frisky puppy on a short lease, his fists opening and closing, his lips trembling with ecstasy, sweat seeping from every pore and glistening on his captive flesh.
"I should have finished it off right then and there, gotten my orgasm and hit the road. But I hate to see good meat go to waste. I hate to see my lovers, however unworthy, go unsatisfied. I love it when a man comes, especially with me. So I copped this cop a break and dicked him until we were both ready to rock.
"As I pranced on his potent prick, sliding my soggy hole up and down Sanford's greasy pole, I fingered my clit and whipped myself into a frenzy. I quivered and quaked, soaring toward an awesome climax. I felt the forces of ultimate ecstasy like a rolling thunderbolt building within him as well. There was no turning back now on our roller coaster ride to passion's pinnacle. And came I did, howling, one hand clutching my breast, the other firmly attached to my creamy snatch.
"Driven to the brink of unbearable pleasure, Sanford grasped the brass bars behind him and let out his own deafening cry. I quickly dismounted him, wrapped my fingers around his ramrod and jerked him off. His cock erupted like a volcano, its rich lava overflowing the knobby crown and trickling down onto my hand. I eagerly swabbed his oozing prick with my tongue, as if it were a melting ice cream cone, and then ... "
Lola suddenly paused, regarded Dr. Graham oddly and asked, "Doctor? Are you all right?"
Graham blinked at her. "What?"
"Your face," she said. "It's all red."
"I'm quite all right, thank you," he replied, taking a deep breath. He wasn't about to reveal that her story had aroused him to such a degree that he came in his pants. Concealing his secret, he kept his legs crossed and his eyes averted.
"Would you like me to finish?" asked Lola, suspecting he was anything but composed.
"There's more?" Graham looked up, a trifle hopeful.
"No, not really," she teased. "I just wanted to see that look of disappointment on your face." Bitch, he thought.
"Care to analyze?" Lola challenged. "That is what you're being paid for."
"Obviously, you enjoy controlling your lovers," he ventured.
"And being controlled." she added with a bored sigh. "Tell me something I don't already know."
"Let's stick with control," Graham suggested. "Why do you find it necessary either to control a relationship or to be the one who's being controlled?"
"Because, Doctor, therein lies pleasure. Someone is always in control of a sexual situation. Someone is always the aggressor, someone always the submissive. The balance of power may shift, but it is never equal. It's like these sessions of ours. There are times when you're in control. That is when I allow you to be. Then there are times when you are merely putty in my hands. You may see this as therapy, Doctor. I see it as psychological foreplay."
"You see what you want to see," said Graham.
"I see more than you suspect."
With that, Lola got up to leave. "Our time isn't up," Graham hastened to inform her.
"It is for today," she replied.
Before Graham could raise an objection, Lola was out the door and gone. Control, he conceded with a shudder.
CHAPTER FOUR
"So," said Lola, reclining on the couch at the start of the next session. "What do we divulge today?"
"It's your hour," replied Graham with an edge of sarcasm.
Today she was dressed in a tight, red cotton sweater, a black pleated skirt, matching tights and sleek black boots.
"Do you find me scandalous?" asked Lola.
"Not as scandalous as you'd like me to believe."
"But certainly nymphomaniacal."
Graham shrugged. "It's not a foregone conclusion. At least you've only made love to one man at a time."
"Says who?"
Graham looked up from his notes. "You mean ... you've had sex with more than one partner at a time?"
"Would you believe four?"
"I didn't know that was physically possible."
"Not only is it possible," smiled Lola, "it's positively delightful. Wanna hear about it."
"That's up to you."
"Of course you do. It happened the day I moved into my apartment. It was very hot. I mean, it was scorching. The sweat was pouring off the movers as they struggled to get my sofa up the stairs leading to my second-floor apartment. And I was behaving like a perfect bitch, telling them what to do and what not to do. It was obvious they were aggravated, but tried not to show it. It was also obvious that they wanted me. I was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of tight hot pants and there was very little eye contact ... if you catch my drift.
"They were four very different guys with one thing in common-they were all virile. I could tell by their occasional hard-ons whenever I bent over or brushed up against them, my nipples sticking out like sore thumbs, the seat of my hot pants wedged into the crack of my ass. There was Joey, a short but solidly built Italian, with wavy black hair and bulging biceps. And there was Manny, a swarthy and sinewy Hispanic, with the darkest eyes that ever stripped me bare. Leon was a tall, muscle-bound black dude who, in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, had the longest hard-on I had ever seen. That piece of meat hung halfway down his thigh. And last-but not least-there was Pete, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis, whose gorgeous face I wanted to squeeze between my creamy thighs.
"I really treated them like dirt, made them sweat, made them angry, made them want to get even, tormenting them with my pert nipples and long, shapely legs.
"When the job was finished, I settled up with Pete, handing over a cashier's check. He stashed it in his shirt and just stood there. T guess you're expecting a tip,' I smirked. Resigned to the belief that I'd actually stiff them, he and the rest of the crew sighed, shook their heads and turned to leave. 'Hey!' I called after them. They looked back and were stunned as I slowly peeled off my T-shirt. They just stared in awe at my big, naked tits. 'Which one of you is first?' I asked. No response was immediately forthcoming, so I moved toward the bedroom and said, 'When you make up your minds, I'll be in here."
"I slipped out of my shorts, made myself comfortable by sprawling across my bare mattress, and waited patiently until Joey finally entered the room. He didn't say a word-he just stripped. His body was covered with hair and he smelled sweaty, but that got me hot. Real hot. As I spread my legs, his small but thick dick ballooned into this huge sausage. I expected him to pounce like a tiger, take his pleasure quickly and leave me utterly unsatisfied.
"But to my surprise, Joey knelt at the edge of the bed, between my gaping legs, and leaned forward, guiding his salivating tongue into the succulent cauldron of my irresistible cunt. As his stubbly cheeks brushed against my inner thighs, I shivered with anticipation. Then, as he began to lick my luscious pussy, I took a deep breath and melted with instant ecstasy. I reached up to clutch my tits as Joey traced the pouting ridges of my labia with the tip of his tongue, separating the folds, spearing my clit and delving into the juicy recesses of my vagina.
"As he lapped my tender, little love button, I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair, grinding my crotch against his face, enticing him with the flavor of my hot, savory gash gravy. Responding to my passion, he pinched my nipples and twirled his tongue around the throbbing nucleus of my desire. I crossed my legs around the back of his neck, trapping him in the web of my hungry snatch. He was forced to please me, slave to my wicked, wanton lust. His saturated tongue slid swiftly up and down the groove of my saucy slit. It slithered in and out of my cunthole, flicking and licking my clit until I was ready and rarin' to come.
"Yet, sensing my impending orgasm, Joey refrained from taking me over the top. Instead, he untangled himself from my constraining limbs, mounted my torso and aimed his stiff prick at my eager lips. Then down he plunged, driving his taut tool deep into my mouth. I gladly accepted every inch of his succulent, savory meat, gluttonously devouring his manhood like a cheap slut, massaging his sweaty balls with my fingertips as he pumped his potent muscle of lust in and out of my face.
"He loved the way I sucked his cock, moaning and panting as my tight lips slid smoothly up and down the rippling contours of his solid shaft. He also appreciated the intimate caresses of my roaming hands as they explored his lower extremities and glided up the back of his thighs, my sharp fingernails clawing his flexing buttocks. His pleasure was so intense, I thought for sure he would come in my mouth.
"But Joey abruptly withdrew, preferring the warm, wet recesses of my vibrant womb. Assuming the missionary position, he effortlessly injected his moist meatloaf into my snug love-oven and penetrated me to the hilt. Wedged between my gaping thighs, he moved his hips back and forth, pounding them against my groin, pushing his firm phallus in and out of my lubricated love canal, punctuating each lustful thrust with a grunt. The smell of him-his hair, his breath, his grimy body-reminded me of the scent of sex. As he fucked me, I clung to him tightly, digging my fingers into his ribs, lifting and wrapping my legs around his waist to provide maximum penetration. We were breathless with passion, perspiring profusely in the sweltering heat, our flesh on fire, his lips nursing hungrily on each of my jutting pink nipples.
"I came first, gasping and grasping, humping my pelvis wildly to get as much dick as I could. I was so excited that Joey had to pin my wrists to the mattress. It was then that he plowed my pussy as hard and as fast as he could, climaxing with a mighty shudder, a torrent of rich semen oozing into and out of my cunt.
"When he found the strength, Joey got up, got dressed and offered me a towel I had unpacked. I hardly had a chance to wipe my twat before he left and Manny popped into the room. He took one look at me on the bed and got right down to business. Not bothering to remove his clothes, he grabbed me by the wrists, lifted me off the mattress and into his arms. Our lips collided. Our mouths opened. Our tongues mingled, his breath surprisingly sweet, no doubt freshened with a mint. While sucking my face, Manny directed his groping hands to the plump cheeks of my ass. He pressed my belly against the erection in his crotch, moved his tongue to my ear and down my neck, arousing me once again.
"Then he impulsively spun me around and made me get on my hands and knees on the mattress. Kneeling behind me, he placed his hands on my hips and kissed and licked my ass, not once or twice but again and again. The man worshipped my butt, running his wet lips all around each of my bare cheeks, spreading them apart to expose my tiny, pink bum hole and the hairy, juicy morsel that was my insatiable cunt. He licked them both, sliding his drooling tongue along the trench of my twat and up the crack of my ass. But he devoted most of his attention to my precious little back door, his saliva running down my slit and saturating my crotch as he jammed as much of his tongue into my orifice as he could fit.
"When it was good and lubricated, Manny stood up, dropped his pants and plugged his rocket into my succulent socket. Grasping my waist, he ravaged my rectum with his riveting ramrod, lunging in and out, battering his bony hips off the buffer of my bulging buttocks. It didn't hurt a bit. On the contrary, his cock was lean and mean. It felt great darting back and forth, a smooth fit that inflamed my loins with renewed lust.
"As he fucked my ass, Manny raked my back with his fingernails and then reached underneath for my dangling tits. At one point, he tugged on my hair, driving home his hard, husky manhood with authority. Encouraged by my whimpering, he withdrew his prick to the tip of its crown, then shoved it all the way in, sending surges of pleasure through my helpless body.
"When he had had his fill, Manny pulled out of my anus and plunged into my pussy, a sensation that was no less pleasurable. Cursing in Spanish, he hammered away at my horny love hole, churning his cock in the burning depths of my cunt. Soon, his words became cries for mercy as my vaginal vise closed its grip on his deeply embedded member. Manny shuddered and gasped, unable to withstand the sudden and overwhelming wave of ecstasy. Clutching my tits and grinding his meat in my grateful gash, he surrendered to the overwhelming impulse and came full blast, filling my hole with his jizm.
"Next came Leon, a stud if ever I saw one. The man was almost seven feet tall and his cock was proportional to his height. In fact, it was even longer than I had imagined, rising to a length of at least fourteen inches, looming before me like a cobra. I paid my respects to Leon's monolithic manhood by kneeling before him and measuring its dimensions with my soft lips. I kissed the bloated head, nibbled gently on the long, arching shaft, and licked every inch of his gigantic, juicy genitals to our mutual satisfaction.
"Then, caressing his hefty sac, I opened my mouth wide to consume the majestic crown of his cock, barely fitting my rounded lips over it. I bobbed my head up and down, slowly at first, gradually absorbing more and more of his magnificent meat. There was no way I could accommodate more than half of his prick, but made damn sure I gave Leon's love pole the kind of head job it deserved. Holding my face in his big hands, he encouraged me to devour as much dick as I could, guiding his titanic tongue depressor to the back of my throat. He tasted even better than Joey, salted from sweat, with a subtle tang of secreted semen, just the way I like my meat.
"Then Leon did something extraordinary. He actually lifted me up in the air and flipped me upside down like a puny piece of furniture. That way, he was able to get some 69 action going, eating my pussy standing up while I continued to suck his cock. I had no idea he was so strong. The blood rushed to my head. But that, combined with sucking on his Johnson while getting my cunt thoroughly swabbed, titillated me like never before. By the time he lowered me onto the mattress, I was really hot-to-trot.
"Leon knelt at the foot of the mattress and had me lay flat on my back before him. He then hoisted my legs, rested the heels of my feet against his brawny shoulders and introduced the knob of his jutting javelin to the threshold of my cunt. I braced myself for what promised to be a jarring entry. Smirking down at me, Leon clutched my ankles and lunged forward, mercilessly impaling me with his rod of iron. I let out a scream, jolted by the force of his full, firm phallus. Stars swirled before my eyes and a fire ignited between my loins as he fucked me hard and deep. The sensation was so intense that I instantly had the first of several orgasms.
"Unaware that I had come, Leon proceeded to teach me a lesson in lovin'. Handling my body as if I were a rag doll, he pummeled my pussy with his gyrating groin, plumbing the depths of my love hole with his horn of plenty. His virility was astonishing as he managed to juggle my jugs with his groping hands, tugged on my nipples with his teeth and banged my hot twat without missing a beat. Weaving in and out, in and out, around and around, forcing me to accept every solid inch of his huge hog, the man balled my fucking brains out.
"And, as if that weren't enough, the finale included some acrobatics I hadn't counted on. Still wedged in my wet womb, Leon lifted me off the mattress again. I was suspended in the firm grasp of his two hands on the cheeks of my ass, pumping my pussy up and down on his pogo stick of a dick. Knotting my hands behind his neck, I leaned back and thrust my tits in his face. Leon licked and sucked while I humped. I tell you, the man was a credit to his gender. After making me come six or seven times, he finally shot his load, dumping me on the mattress and hosing down my tits, my belly, my cunt and my thighs with his thick, rich cream of meat.
"Last, and for my money the best, there was Pete. I was in the bathroom, taking a quick shower and recovering from Leon, when the handsome son of a bitch walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I told him to make himself comfortable. A few minutes later, when I emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel, I found him stark naked, lying on the mattress with his hands behind his head and his pecker rising to the occasion. I promptly dropped the towel and Pete's pecker really snapped to attention. I asked him if there was anything special I could do for him. In no uncertain terms, he told me to park my pussy on his baloney pony and go for a ride.
"With me on top, Pete could play with my tits, kneading and squeezing them, taking my erect nipples between his fingertips and rolling them like a pair of marbles. Perched on his potent prick, I quivered with delight at the sight of his big, strong body writhing with ecstasy beneath me. It gave me a sense of power that was, in itself, an aphrodisiac. Straddling his hips, I wantonly worked my cunt like a well-oiled machine, moving it up and down, grinding it around and around, from the bulging snout of his protruding cockhead to the hairy base of its slick, sinewy shaft, sweetly savoring every throbbing inch.
"At one point, I leaned forward, grazing Pete's hairy chest with my pointy nipples, then flopping my titties against the sides of his face. He cupped my breasts in his hands, ran his tongue between them and sucked each one hard with delirious pleasure. All the while, I kept jamming his red-hot poker into my greedy twat, rocking back and forth, bobbing up and down.
"Suddenly, Pete sat up and embraced my writhing body. His mouth covered mine and his tongue sneaked its way into my throat. Gradually, I tumbled backwards until he was on top of me. My legs were hoisted, his broad shoulders pressing against my calves, his love spike frantically darting in and out of my gaping gash, plunging down and in, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He fucked me good, but not good enough to make me come again. Instead, he satisfied himself, grunting and groaning as his cock erupted inside of me."
As Lola paused, Graham poured himself a glass of water from a nearby tray. His hands were shaking. "And then ... what?" he asked between gulps. "And then," she sighed, "I took them all on at once."
Graham nearly gagged. "You're joking."
"I never joke about sexual frustration," claimed Lola. "Hell, I was hornier than ever. The only thing that was going to get me off was doing all four of those guys. We did everything imaginable. In fact, there was so much going on, I can't remember all of it in detail. But I do remember assuming the doggie position to satisfy two of them at a time. While Manny fucked me in the ass, Joey held my head in his hands and pumped his prick in and out of my mouth. Every time Manny slammed his ham into my throbbing anus, he'd push me forward, causing me to consume every juicy inch of Joey's jutting joystick.
"Then it was Leon and Pete's turn. Fortunately, Leon preferred the tight but smooth fit of my lubricated pussy and fucked it slowly and sweetly from behind while I blew Pete's meat whistle with my drooling mouth. I don't know who had more pleasure-them or me-but I sure got my fill, sucking and fucking like there was no tomorrow, savoring every moment and every meaty morsel of their multipurpose manhood.
"After that, I remember lying flat on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the mattress. Leon was kneeling behind me, lowering his pendulum of a prick into my eager mouth. While I serviced his well-hung wad, Manny and Joey sucked each of my tits. Meanwhile, Pete laid claim to my pussy, lusciously licking it inside and out. My yawning jaw ached as several inches of fat, stiff penis bore down my throat. My boobs tingled as lips and tongues tantalized my nipples. My crotch was on fire as Pete nibbled on my clit and twisted his tongue like a corkscrew deep into my cunthole.
"Then, while Pete slid his cock into my succulent snatch once again, Leon straddled my ribs and tit-fucked me, pressing my breasts together and driving his shaft between them, the head of his long cock reaching all the way into my open mouth. Meanwhile, I literally had Joey and Manny by the balls, running my hands over their family jewels, stroking their looming lances of lust. As I took it in the mouth and in the cunt, I also closed my fists around those throbbing tools and jerked them off. It was like a circus act with me as an erotic acrobat, simultaneously satisfying all four potent hunks.
"Somewhere in the middle of all this, I climaxed once, twice, three or four times, each orgasm bigger and better than the one before it. My pubic hair and inner thighs were drenched with my own vaginal juices. Saliva trickled from the corners of my mouth and perspiration flowed from every pore. With two dicks in my hands, one huge cock in my mouth and another hard piece of meat fucking my gaping gash, I was in absolute ecstasy.
"They all came at once, but not inside my body. Surrounding me, they took their pricks in their hands and masturbated to ejaculation, creaming me from head to toe with their cum. Semen splattered on my face and in my hair. It rained on my lips and I licked it with my tongue. It spewed across my heaving breasts and trickled down my belly and into my navel. It streaked my thighs and soaked my hairy pussy. I was so consumed with passion that I sat up and licked each of them clean, hungrily devouring as much of their manly essence .as I could swallow ... "
Suddenly, there was the sound of shattering glass. Lola bolted up and stared at Graham. His hand was bleeding. "Are you all right?" she asked with genuine concern.
The psychiatrist was badly shaken, but tried to appear calm. Before answering, he pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket and wrapped it around the throbbing wound. "I ... I must have been gripping the glass too hard," he reluctantly admitted.
"Can I do anything?" Lola offered, knowing she had already done quite enough. "Perhaps you should go to the emergency room. You might need stitches."
"It's not that serious," Graham insisted, embarrassment beginning to sink in. "Really ... it was just a stupid accident."
"I guess this means the session's over."
"If you don't mind, I think we should continue next week. I ... apologize."
"That's okay," said Lola with an accommodating smile. "All this reminiscing has gotten me a little tense, too ... if you catch my drift. I think I'll go home and cuddle up with a warm vibrator."
"See you next week," said Graham, rising from his chair and turning his back to her.
This time, Lola spared him an exit line. None was necessary. Instead, she reached into her handbag for a bottle of perfume and sprayed the back of her knees. As she walked out the door, Graham took a deep breath and silently savored her lingering fragrance.
CHAPTER FIVE
Something about Graham's office was different. At first, Lola couldn't tell what it was-something subliminal. Then she noticed the picture frame on his desk. It was a portrait of an attractive blonde and two children-a boy and a girl-that hadn't been there before. " Your wife and kids?" she casually inquired.
"Yes," Dr. Graham replied, straightening his tie. Without elaborating, he motioned toward the couch. "Shall we get started?" like an obedient patient, Lola reclined, hiking her leather skirt just a few inches above her knees. "How's the hand?" she asked.
"Fine," said Graham. "No stitches required." To prove it, he held up his palm. The scar was barely visible.
Lola sighed. "What's on the agenda?"
"We don't have one."
"Really? It seemed to me as if we were touching all the bases-casual sex, infidelity, multiple partners ... "
"Perhaps we should address your inability to have a sustained relationship."
"What makes you think I haven't had one?"
Graham shrugged. "Have you?"
"I had a steady boyfriend for six whole months."
"Tell me about him."
"Oh, I intend to," Lola assured him with a mischievous smile. "He was a professional photographer. He lived in my apartment complex. He did assignments for a major newspaper, but was mostly a freelancer. He was a few years older than me ... medium height, sandy brown hair and blue eyes ... by no means a hunk, but rather handsome. What he lacked in physical stature, he more than made up in prowess. When it came to sex, and often it did, he was almost as insatiable as I, certainly more imaginative in bed than most men.
"One day, while going through his portfolios out of sheer boredom, I came across some nude photographs of a model. Curious, I went through all of Jesse's portfolios. It turned out that he had done a lot of that sort of thing for various men's magazines-nude layouts ranging from the coy, peek-a-boo variety to hardcore beaver shots. But that wasn't all. There were quite a few pictures of couples engaged in explicit sex and even a few I recognized as his previous girlfriends.
"When I confronted Jesse with what I had found, he looked like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. At first, he tried to downplay the significance of my discovery, stammering as he claimed they were taken during lean times, when he needed the money. He knew I knew he was lying through his teeth, but I deliberately let him squirm for a while. Then, when I suggested he take pictures like that of me, Jesse's mouth dropped open with astonishment before turning into a big grin.
"He thought I was teasing ... until I slipped out of my dress. While I primped and preened in my bra and panties, Jesse reached for the nearest camera. As he began to snap the shutter, I lured him into the bedroom. There, I rolled around on our satin sheets, pursing my lips for the camera, running my hands up and down my smooth thighs, my billowy hair thrashing from side to side. Gradually, the straps of my bra slipped off my shoulders and my heaving breasts overflowed their cups, my pointy nipples brimming from their lacy fringes.
"Looping my thumbs around the elastic waistband of my skimpy panties, I tugged them upward, forming a taut V that barely concealed the juicy, plump lips of my cunt. As I spread my legs apart and lifted my pelvis, Jesse drooled at the glimpse of pubic hair, frantically taking shot after shot from every angle.
"I rolled over onto my belly so he could get a picture of my scrumptious buns, a sheer strip of pink lingerie wedged into the crack of my ass. I then reached behind me to unhook the bra, turned over and exposed my sumptuous tits. That's when Jesse developed a huge boner in his tight pants. Impulsively, I ripped off my panties, reached down and pried apart the portals of my succulent pussy. Jesse paused for a moment to appreciate the view, then focused his zoom lens for an extreme and intimate close-up.
"Inspired, I decided to turn up the heat. I opened the top drawer of a nearby dresser and pulled out a red garter belt and a matching pair of fishnet stockings. Slowly, sensuously, I slid into each stocking and fastened them to the flexing straps of the garter belt, all of it recorded on film. I then proceeded to fondle my breasts and stroke my lusty bush. Before long, I was masturbating for my lover's titillation. While one finger plunged into my creamy love hole, another tantalized my flaming clit. My eyes were closed, but I kept hearing the constant click, click, click of Jesse's camera. It fueled the fire. It got me hot. Before I knew it, I was groping for the handy dildo I kept in the night stand beside the bed. It was a vibrating latex phallus that fit snugly into the recesses of my hungry twat.
"I guess it was just too much for Jesse to take. He dropped the camera and started to strip. I told him to switch on the camcorder that was perched on a tripod in a corner of the room. He aimed the video camera at the bed, turned it on and then proceeded to turn me on. Replacing the dildo, Jesse buried his face in my crotch. While his hands reached up to knead my tits, his tongue lusciously lapped my lascivious labia. He twirled its wormy tip around and around my throbbing clit and darted it in and out of my velvety vulva. Playing to the camera, I hoisted my legs in the air, exposing my gaping gash and the scintillating spectacle of Jesse's resourceful tongue sweeping and scouring my saucy slit.
"Then it was my turn to eat it. While Jesse was in a kneeling position between my thighs, I sat up and rubbed my tits against his crotch. As my nipples grazed his balls and his cock nestled between my full, firm jugs, I kissed his chest and licked his belly. Slowly, I lowered my lips to his looming prick and softly nibbled on its bulging head. Extending my tongue, I languidly lapped his stiff, veiny shaft and teased its dangling sac. Impatiently, he placed his hands on my head and pushed his eager manhood into my mouth, driving it all the way to the back of my throat. Ever aware of the camcorder's voyeuristic lens, I devoured Jesse's cock with all the conviction of a first-rate porno star.
"After that, we fucked in every conceivable position. First, I assumed the doggie position and Jesse drilled my tight back door with his red-hot tool. Clutching my waist and pounding his hips against the cheeks of my ass, he drove that piece of meat as deep into my butt hole as anyone had penetrated it before.
"Next, he inserted his eight inches into my wet cunt from behind and reached for my dangling tits, squeezing and tugging on those ripe flesh melons while he thoroughly skewered my scintillating sex socket. With each thrust of his torrid torpedo, I squealed with delight and begged for more.
"To prolong his pleasure, Jesse laid flat on his back and let me ride his saddle horn. Straddling his hips, I bounced up and down, up and down, gyrating my pelvis and churning his rigid rod in my simmering love cauldron, my big tits flopping, the straps of my garter belt flexing to maximum tension, my passionate pussy savoring every lovin' inch of that man's stud dick.
"And when he finally mounted me to plunge his potent prong into my tantalizing orifice, Jesse settled for nothing less than total penetration, hooking his arms under my thighs, spreading them high and wide. As his grinding groin forced his cock in and out of my drooling sheath, I moaned with exquisite pleasure. Jesse showed no mercy, fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster, gnawing on my nipples with his teeth, raking my naked flesh with his claw-like fingers, driving me to the brink of orgasmic madness with the constant prodding of his blunt instrument of lust.
"I came with a tremendous shudder, weeping with ecstasy, rubbing my stockinged legs against his ribs like a helpless insect flat on its back. Seconds later, Jesse came inside of me, the first blast of his abundant semen lining the walls of my cunt. I begged him to pull out and come in my mouth. He withdraw abruptly, accidentally splattering my belly, my tits, my face with his cum before shoving his dick into my mouth. He buried it to the balls down my gulping gullet and I greedily swallowed every ounce I could, clawing his buttocks with my finger, determined to suck the son of a bitch dry.
Lola stopped talking. Graham waited several moments before asking, "And all this is on film?"
She glanced at him slyly. "Ah-huh. I've got a copy at home. Wanna see it?"
"That won't be necessary," Graham replied. "When did your relationship with Jesse end?"
Lola looked up at the ceiling and smirked.
"The day I caught him in bed with another woman."
"How did you feel about that?" asked Graham.
"I wasn't exactly overjoyed."
"I thought you believed in free love."
"I do," Lola insisted. "It's deceit I can't tolerate. If he had told me about this other ... cunt, he could have had his cake and eaten her, too. But he pretended to be something he wasn't. You can't trust or rely on a man who isn't honest about sex."
She paused and stared at Graham. He lowered his eyes to his notes. "And when you found him in this ... compromising position, how did you react?"
"I got into bed with them," said Lola.
Graham looked up. "You what?"
"Well, they invited me. I had never made it with a woman before, and the idea of a threesome really turned me on. I had come home early from a real estate convention. It was around midnight. I thought I'd surprise Jesse and used my key to his apartment to let myself in. He was surprised, all right, but then so was I. He happened to be in bed with one of those 'previous girlfriends' I mentioned before, a redhead named Ginger. She was a real hot number-big tits, great figure, shapely legs and a cute ass. I can vouch for the buns, because when I intruded on their private party, her tail was the first thing I saw. She was leaning forward on her knees, sucking Jesse's cock like a lollipop. To add insult to injury, the bitch was wearing my garter belt and fish net stockings. Startled by my sudden arrival, Jesse's playmate let out a gasp and tried to cover herself. In a panic, she stole the bedsheets, leaving Jesse fully exposed with his wet, pink wad swaying in the breeze.
"My first reaction was to grab Jesse by the family jewels and hurl him out the window. But my hormones got the better of me. The idea of catching them in the act and the sight of their naked bodies aroused me. Jesse sensed my titillation. Instead of offering a feeble excuse, he went for broke and asked if I cared to join in on the fun. Well, you know me-I'll try anything. So I stripped down to a pair of sheer, purple thigh-high stockings and hopped into bed. Needless to say, it wasn't long before my delectable duo were pushing all the right buttons and we made a torrid trio of lovers.
"At first, I just laid back and enjoyed it, letting Jesse and Ginger do all the work. While Jesse sucked one of my tits, Ginger nursed on the other. In the meantime, she massaged my clit with her middle finger, while Jesse poked my cunthole with his. Flesh, hands, lips and tongues were soon all over my body-exploring, exciting, eliciting sensations I had scarcely experienced before.
"The next thing I knew, Ginger was going down on me, sliding her soft, moist mouth across my belly and into the furry mound between my thighs. She pampered my pussy with tender kisses, traced the lips of my cunt with the wiggling tip of her tongue, then delved deep into my hot honey-pot for a taste of its luscious nectar. While Ginger licked my slit and flicked its clit, Jesse knelt behind her inviting buttocks and guided his greedy cock into her juicy twat. Resting his hands on her hips, he slowly fucked her, grinding his meat into her gaping orifice, spurring her on as she thoroughly swabbed my saucy snatch.
"Later, I returned the favor, eating Ginger's pussy while Jesse straddled her chest and pumped his stiff shaft between her humongous tits. Her savory cunt tasted sweet, like strawberries with sugar. She moaned softly as my tantalizing tongue twirled around and around her sensitive clit and I relished her ecstasy. Perhaps jealous of my effect on his other lover, Jesse dislodged his rod from the vise of Ginger's monumental mammaries and buried it to the balls in her helpless mouth. She accepted every inch of his manhood happily, like the submissive slut that she was, only too grateful to suck on that bone.
"In the spirit of share and share alike, Ginger and I eventually found ourselves servicing Jesse at the same time. While he groaned with pleasure and ran his fingers through our hair, we lavished his looming love pole with kisses, nibbles and sweeping strokes of our tongues. Then we alternated-while Ginger sucked his cock, working her tight lips up and down the rigid shaft, I'd caress his balls. And while I devoured his jutting javelin, Ginger was content to lick his thighs. We got Jesse pretty worked up. In fact, he was just about to come when I hatched a scheme to get revenge.
"Instead of finishing him off, I got out of bed and went to a nearby dresser. Jesse and I kept our sex toys in the bottom drawer. That's where I found one of my trusty latex-lined vibrators. At first, neither Jesse nor Ginger missed me. She took over sucking Jesse's cock and he was too delirious with lust to notice anything. But when Ginger glanced over and saw me brandishing an eleven-inch disembodied prick, she abruptly stopped what she was doing and gaped in awe.
"I brought the artificial phallus to bed to give Ginger a closer look. She giggled with naughty curiosity, reaching out to touch the battery-operated dildo. As she did, I turned it on and it wiggled. Startled, Ginger pulled back her hand, then laughed, staring in fascination. I ran the tip of the vibrator around her protruding nipples and she mewed like a cat. 'Lay down,' I suggested, and Ginger reclined. Then I moved the squirming shaft of the dildo all over her body, teasing and tantalizing her until she spread her legs invitingly and began masturbating with her middle and index fingers. Soon enough, the vibrating phallus was firmly embedded in Ginger's cunt while my hands were busy fondling her breasts and my tongue was probing her warm, sweet mouth.
"While all this was going on, Jesse just sat up in bed watching, enjoying the show, but wondering why he wasn't a part of it. No longer the center of attention, he had to jerk himself to sustain his erection, waiting for his chance to get back into the action.
"But for the time being, it was just me and Ginger who were getting our rocks off. Removing the vibrator from her twat, I whispered something in her ear. Doing as I suggested, she rolled over on her belly and spread her legs. My lips slid sensuously down the curve of her spine and into the small of her back. Then I kissed and gently sank my teeth into each of writhing butt cheeks. Soon, my drooling tongue was skimming along the crack of her ass, venturing into her pink, little bum hole, greasing it up for entry. Then, prying apart her buttocks, I slowly inserted the plump tip of the vibrating phallus into her anus. At first, she stiffened, then relaxed as several inches of artificial dick buzzed and throbbed in her taut, torrid hole. In the meantime, my tongue found her clit and mercilessly tickled and teased it, driving her wild with passion. And then my tongue and the dildo switched places-the vibrator drilling her cunthole while my tongue wormed its way into her red-hot rectum.
"In no time, Ginger was my love slave, totally oblivious to Jesse, whose efforts to join the scene I coldly rebuffed. Each time he tried to grab one of us, I slapped his hand his away. Each time he moved closer, I pushed him aside. After several rejections, he got out of bed and stalked off to the bathroom in a huff, slamming the door behind him.
"Ginger and I ignored his petulance and went right on indulging each other's wanton desires. Giving the dildo a rest, she ate my pussy while I ate hers, our limbs entwined, our tongues flapping furiously, feasting on each other's appetizing apertures of lust.
"Making Ginger come was easy. All I had to do was sink my nails into her ass and clamp down on her swollen clit. She climaxed several times, wailing into my muff and writhing like a snake. But her efforts to fulfill me in a similar fashion kept falling short. What I needed was a hard dick to get me over the top, but I wasn't about to give Jesse the satisfaction. So I settled for the next best thing. In the same dresser drawer was another toy-a strap-on dildo.
"Eager to please, Ginger obligingly fastened the belt-like device to her waist and underwent an immediate sex change. The sight of her distinctly feminine body including a long, protruding rubber phallus was quite a turn-on. Lying flat on my back on the bed, I spread my legs wide and beckoned Ginger into my hungry pussy. She carefully guided the stiff substitute shaft into my tight but accommodating tunnel of love, smoothly injecting every solid inch before setting her hips in motion, driving the dildo back and forth, in and out.
"I could see the strange pleasure in Ginger's eyes-so this was what it was like to fuck a woman. And fuck me she did, as swiftly and satisfyingly as any man could do it. Discovering a new and exciting sexual impulse, leaving behind all of her inhibitions, she held my breasts in her hands and licked my jutting nipples as she humped my hot little honey-pot.
Quivering with ecstasy, I couldn't help winding my legs around her waist, taking her face in my hands and urging her to kiss me. Our mouths opened, our tongues mingled, our tits rubbed together. I was intoxicated by the smell of her perfume, her sweat, her cunt juice blending with my own to form an aroma that was intoxicating. I came clinging to her, begging for it, riveted to the bed by her piercing rubber love rod.
"During our intense lovemaking, Jesse emerged from the bathroom and stood there sulking jealously. There was nothing for him to do but watch and beat his meat while Ginger and I had all the fun. He ended up coming all over himself, muttering curses as he retreated to the bathroom again, with a fistful of jizm. Ginger and I just giggled, cuddling in each other's arms and French-kissing all night long."
Having finished her vignette, Lola folded her arms and waited for Graham's reaction. He simply stared at her. "Well?" she asked.
"You have a mean streak," he bluntly observed.
Lola plead guilty with a wicked little smile. "Does that trouble you, Doctor?" she inquired. "Or does it excite you?"
"Neither," he dryly replied.
"Liar," she smirked. "You'd give anything to have me. You know it and I know it."
"Don't flatter yourself," said Graham, mustering his resistance.
Lola glanced at his desk. "That woman in the picture frame ... "
Graham pinched the bridge of his nose. "You mean, my wife."
"Does she satisfy you?"
"We are not here to discuss my private life. We're here to ... "
"Does she ever go down on you? Huh? Does she ever suck your cock?"
"Stop it," said Graham softly but firmly. It was less a command than a plea.
"Does she ever wear a sexy garter belt and stockings to bed? Hmm?" she asked, lifting the hem of her leather skirt and running her hand up her thigh to where her own stocking clung to the fastener of her own black lace garter belt. "I wear them all the time-especially to bed. Men like stockings and garter belts in bed. They like the feel of silk and nylon rubbing against their flesh. They like tugging on the garter scraps while they're fucking you in the ass."
Graham sighed and shook his head in feigned disgust. " I can't believe you."
"Does she spread ass for you. Dr. Graham?"
Lola demanded, ignoring his obvious discomfort. "Does she take it in her back door?"
"What is the point of this?" he asked.
"I'm curious," said Lola. "I want to know. How often do you fuck your wife? Once a week? Twice? Every single night?"
"Are you finished?"
"Tell me, Doctor, is she any good in the sack? Huh? Are you?"
"That's enough!" he snapped. No sooner had the words left his lips than Graham knew he had made a mistake. He had to control his temper. He had to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't allow her to get to him. He couldn't allow anyone to get to him again. Ever.
"We'll continue next week," he announced, still fuming, but simmering down. This time, however, he didn't wait for Lola to leave the office. Instead, he retreated to the washroom outside.
In his absence, Lola got up from the couch and approached the desk. She picked up the family portrait and stared at it for a long time. Then, suppressing a smile, she set it in its place and turned to leave.
Yes, she thought. They were making progress.
CHAPTER SIX
"I'd like to put you under hypnosis," Graham suggested at the beginning of another session.
Lola reacted with an uncertain smile, which quickly disappeared. "Are you serious? What for?"
"To get you to open up," the therapist explained.
"All it takes is a little foreplay to get me to open up," she quipped evasively.
"That's not what I meant," said Graham.
"I know what you meant, Doctor. The answer is no."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Do you have something to hide."
"No ... do you?" Lola replied. "Then you'll let me do it?" Graham persisted. Lola stared him straight in the eyes. "No chance."
"Don't you trust me."
"Should I?"
"It might help."
"Whom?" Graham sighed.
"Hey, Doc, don't take it personally," said Lola. "I don't even trust myself."
"It's just that under hypnosis, you're liable to reveal something significant," Graham maintained.
"like what?"
"like how you developed this sexual obsession of yours. Something must have triggered it. Something in your past ... "
"You're barking up the wrong tree," Lola insisted.
"Am I? Why don't we find out?"
"Why don't we change the subject?" Lola pointedly suggested.
Control, Graham realized. Under hypnosis, she would be his to control. Thus, her reluctance. "All right," he conceded, noting the look of relief on Lola's face. "Let's talk about your favorite subject."
"Sex?"
"Mm. Let's suppose you really are a nymphomaniac. What's it like?"
Lola was puzzled and a bit suspicious of his sudden interest in her proclivities, but played along. "I have a motto," she said. "Anyone, anyway, anywhere, anytime."
"Is it really that acute?" Graham asked doubtfully.
"Horny doesn't begin to describe me," Lola assured him.
"How often do you have sex?"
"Several times a day."
"Impossible," Graham scoffed.
"I didn't say it was always with a partner."
"Then masturbation plays a prominent role."
Lola reached into her shoulder bag and withdraw a long, phallic-shaped vibrator. "Don't leave home without it," she chimed. "Never know when it'll come in handy. Would you like a demonstration."
"Put that away, please."
"Why, Doctor ... you're blushing," Lola replied, stashing the dildo in her bag.
"Be that as it may ... how long are you capable of going without sex?"
"I don't know. I've never tried to abstain."
"How long do you think you could go without it?"
Lola shrugged. "Five, six hours."
"Oh, come on. You've got more will power than that."
"Not really," admitted Lola. "I'm a sex junkie. Cold turkey would drive me up a wall. As you can see, it doesn't take much to get me hot and even less to get me off. In fact, one of my most intense experiences involved a lover who didn't even lay a finger on me ... "
Graham could have stopped her right there, but she had an intriguing way of luring him into the web of her lascivious history. She was a veritable Scheherezade of sex stories. And whether they were true or flights of imagine, Graham felt helplessly compelled to listen.
"I was awakened one night by a telephone call," Lola recalled. "It must have been three A.M. I was half asleep, groping for the light, fumbling for the receiver. 'Hello?' I answered. At first, there was silence. Then this deep male voice asked, 'Are you naked?' I thought it was one of my boyfriends, so I played along. 'No,' I replied. I'm wearing a see-through negligee.' 'Take it off,' the caller demanded. 'Who is this?' I asked suspiciously. 'I'll bet your pussy's nice and wet,' he said. 'Huh, baby?'
"Suddenly, I realized this was an obscene phone call and perhaps I should have hung up, but not only was I wide awake, but strangely titillated. 'I'll bet you're hungry for a big, juicy dick,' he murmured salaciously in my ear. I was hooked.
"Now that you mention it,' I boldly replied, 'I could use a little midnight snack. How's the meatloaf?'
"Just the way you like it, baby,' he chuckled.
"Thick and juicy."
"'Mmmmm ... ' I moaned. 'You're making my mouth water."
"I'm gonna do more than that,' he warned. 'I'm gonna feed it to you, baby. I'm gonna tickle your tonsils with my tool."
"T can hardly wait,' I told him, goading him on.
"'I'll bet you take it up the ass, too,' he sneered.
"As often as possible,' I said.
"Yeah, I thought so. I'll bet you have a nice, tight little butt hole."
"Tight as you want it to be,' I assured him. 'What are you packing?'
"Ten inches of prime filet,' he boasted, and I don't think he was exaggerating. 'And I'm gonna ram it up your hole, bitch!'
"'Easy, tiger,' I said. 'I'll let you ream my back door, but you've got to do it gently."
"Fuck that shit,' he jeered. 'You know you like it nasty. Yeah, and I'm a regular rough rider."
"Oh, yeah?' I purred submissively. 'Tell me how you're gonna put it to me."
"First, I'm gonna lay you down flat on your belly,' he said gleefully. 'Then, I'm gonna rip off your pretty little panties and spread your sweet butt cheeks apart. Then I'm gonna take my big, hard dick and stick it where the moon don't shine. Yeah, I'm gonna nail your ass, baby! I'm gonna bore through that hole like a fuckin freight train through a long, dark tunnel!'
"We were both quiet for a moment. All you could hear on the line was heavy breathing, his and mine. Then he murmured, "I'll bet you're real horny right now. Yeah, I'll bet you've got your finger buried deep in your cunt. I can practically smell that pussy juice dripping out of your crack."
"How'd you like to taste it, too?' I asked. 'How'd you like to eat my pussy?'
"'Mmmmm ... for breakfast, lunch and dinner,' he replied. 'And believe me, baby, when I eat you out, you're gonna be begging for mercy."
"'What else are you gonna do to me?' I prompted him.
"Gonna suck your tits,' he gleefully answered. 'Gonna chew on your big, hard nipples. Yeah ... gonna run my wet tongue up and down your whole body ... straddle your neck and make you lick my balls ... shove my prick down your throat ... gonna make you eat it, baby ... make you eat it."
"Are you gonna come in my mouth?' I asked excitedly.
"I'm gonna come all over you,' he promised. '.In your mouth, in your face, all over your tits ... '
"'Yeah!' I shivered.
"And I'm gonna make you swallow my cum,' he warned. 'Gonna make you lick every drop off the tip of my prick."
"'Mmmmm,' I moaned, inserting two fingers into my creamy snatch. 'It's my favorite flavor."
"Yeah, I thought you'd like that,' he snickered. 'I'll bet you're a real jizz swiller. I'll bet you're a real connoisseur of cum."
"'What else are you going to do?' I goaded him.
"What else do you want, sweetheart?' he drawled.
"Aren't you going to fuck my pussy?'
"'Don't worry about that, slut,' he chuckled wickedly. 'I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna split you in two. I'm gonna slam dunk your sweet snatch until you squeal. Then I'm gonna let you get on top. I got a huge cock and you're gonna sit on it. Yeah, you're gonna ride that pogo stick. You're gonna hump my hard one until you come. And then you're gonna come again, baby. Again and again. I'm gonna bend your legs all the way back and pound it home to you, darlin'. You're gonna beg for more, babe. You're gonna kneel and beg and suck on my cock for the privilege of gettin' fucked by the best!'
"While he was foaming at the mouth, I was busy tickling my clit and plumbing the depths of my burning hot twat. I couldn't help whimpering and he perceptibly realized what I was doing. 'You like dirty talk, don't you?' he chortled with lascivious glee.
"Oh, yeah,' I admitted breathlessly, as if it were his stubby finger darting in and out of my cunthole. 'The dirtier, the better."
"'I'll bet you're playing with your pussy, aren't you?' he asked.
"'Hey,' I said, 'when you've got the itch, you might as well scratch it. How about you? I'll bet you've got the phone in one hand and your dick in the other."
"Yeah, that's right,' he readily admitted. "I'm strokin' my prized hog. What of it?'
"Bet I can come before you do,' I challenged.
"Hey, you wanna come, baby?' he offered.
"You know it,' I replied.
"Put the receiver to your twat,' he told me.
"You heard me,' he said. 'Rub the mouthpiece against your cunt. That way, you can still hear me talkin' dirty and I get to hear your pussy. Just do it."
"Intrigued, I lifted my negligee up to my waist, then raised my leg and ran the receiver with its spiraling cord along my inner thigh. I held the speaker against my crotch with the earpiece looming over my pubic mound like a periscope. 'Okay,' I heard the caller clearly, 'now wedge the phone between your cunt lips. Come on, work it in there. Rub the rim of the mouthpiece against your clit. Yeah, baby. That's it. Now, make believe that's my tongue licking your sweet little honey-pot. I'm eating out your cunt, babe. I'm sucking your pussy."
"'Yeah!' I quivered and quaked, grinding that knobby mouthpiece into my succulent snatch, 'Eat me, you pig! Lick my hungry pussy!'
"I'm lickin' it, baby!' he panted. 'I'm chewin' on your clit, slidin' my wet tongue in and out of your honey-pot, suckin' your pussy juice, baby!'
"'Oh ... ' I moaned deliriously, my pelvis writhing, my dilated cunt practically devouring the rounded mouthpiece.
"Okay, baby,' he said. 'Now turn the receiver upside down and press the earpiece against your clit. Come on, girl. Do it!'
"Fretfully horny, I didn't have a clue as to what he had in mind. Nevertheless, I did as he demanded. The next thing I knew, he was humming over the phone, humming so loudly that the vibrations of his voice stimulated my clit as if I were using a vibrator! 'Oh, yeah!' I shuddered. 'Oh, that feels great! That feels so good! I think I'm gonna come! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Come with me! Beat that meat."
"After reaching orgasm, I picked up the phone and breathlessly thanked my late night caller. Alas, he wasn't even on the line. I waited for him to call back, but he never did. Sounds crazy, but it's true."
"And what, if anything, did you learn from that experience?" asked Graham.
"That verbal intercourse can be just as good as the real thing," Lola replied. She paused to reflect, then smiled. "Then again, actions speak louder than words."
It was the perfect lead into another tawdry tale. "I once made it with a complete stranger," she said, "and, would you believe it, we didn't exchange a single word? It was like an erotic silent movie.
"f was shopping for lingerie in a department store, browsing through the racks of bras and panties, when I noticed this guy standing beside a scantily clad mannequin. He was tall, lean and dark-haired, dressed in jeans and an oversized white cotton sweater. He had a handsomely brooding expression and it looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days. What caught my attention was that he was staring at me. When I returned his gaze, he casually looked away, but lingered in the same spot, as if waiting for someone. It didn't take me long to realize, however, that he was alone, for as I selected a blue lace bra and headed for the fitting room, he wandered into the department, pretending to be browsing.
"I stepped into a vacant stall, drew the curtain and routinely began to disrobe. I was wearing a red dress, which I had to take off in order to try on the blue bra. Standing there in my undies, garter belt and stockings, hanging up my dress, I wasn't aware that I had left the curtain slightly open. Just a few inches, but enough to cast a reflection in a full-length mirror angled in such a way that it provided a view for a certain onlooker outside the fitting room. Oblivious to the stranger's eyes, I unhooked my bra and unveiled my plump, supple breasts. Before trying on the other bra, I took my tits in my hands and soothingly massaged them. Responding to the touch, my pert nipples mushroomed into hard, pink nuggets protruding between my fingers.
"It was then that I inadvertently glanced at the narrow opening in the curtain and spotted the reflection of the stranger in the mirror. He was gaping at me from a distance. I immediately averted my eyes, pretending not to have noticed him, but I didn't make a move to close the curtain all the way. Instead, I ignored my secret admirer and uninhibitedly lowered my hands, boldly exposing my burgeoning boobs in all their naked glory. Then, allowing him a good, hard look, I casually reached for the blue bra and slipped into its lacy sling.
"I posed in the enticing lingerie for several minutes, not only for my voyeur's edification, but to make up my mind whether it fit to my satisfaction. Ultimately, I decided not to buy it, took off the bra and got dressed. Oh, yes. I also took great pains to smooth out the wrinkles in my stockings, lifting one leg at a time to adjust the garter snaps.
"When I finally emerged from the fitting room, the stranger was still standing nearby. Avoiding eye contact, I did happen to glance at his crotch and was tickled pink to see a conspicuous bulge. I headed for the escalator, occasionally glancing over my shoulder, and was surprised to see that the young man was following me. I paused at a perfume counter to spray my wrist with a sample of an expensive essence, kind of hoping he would come up alongside of me and start up a conversation. But, to my surprise, he didn't. Apparently, he was just your run-of-the-mill voyeur-content to look, but nothing else.
"Eventually, I walked on, boarded the escalator and rode down to the main floor. He followed. I worked my way to the store's front entrance. He followed. I exited the building through a revolving door. He followed. It was getting interesting. Very interesting.
"I didn't want to risk losing him by grabbing a taxi or a bus, although I was on my lunch break and had to get back to the office in awhile. So I walked along the street for several blocks, every now and then glancing at a storefront window and seeing his reflection in the corner of my eye. He was definitely tailing me and the idea was rather titillating. I was determined to give him an opportunity to hit on me, but the question was, where?
"Then, suddenly, as I turned a corner, I recognized a five-story apartment building where a friend of mine used to live. If memory served me well, it had two elevators, one of which was constantly breaking down. Thinking fast, I crossed the street and entered the lobby, my horny shadow in hot pursuit.
"Luckily, both elevators were operating. I pressed the up button and waited patiently. The stranger entered the building and paused beside me. I acknowledged his presence with a friendly smile, which he timidly returned. Yet, he did not try to engage in conversation. I was about to say something myself when the elevator arrived. Instead of speaking, I boarded the lift and he followed. I pressed the fifth floor button on the control panel. He merely backed into a corner where he could watch me. The doors closed and we began our ascent.
"It was an old and very slow elevator. Between the first and second floors, I leaned against the wall and faced my mysterious pursuer. Between the second and third floors, I looked down at his crotch, then directly into his eyes. Between the third and fourth floors, I ran my tongue across my lips, a deliberate provocation. He said nothing. He did nothing. Nothing but stare. I knew at that moment that I had to take matters into my own hands.
"Impulsively, I slammed my fist against the stop button, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt between the fourth and fifth floors. The handsome stranger didn't look in the least bit surprised or concerned. It was as if he had expected it to come to this. He watched without expression as I moved toward him, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Nothing, that is, but a brooding sensuousness. He waited patiently for my kiss and when it came, he was ready.
"His lips were soft at first, then increasingly passionate, demanding. He set a blaze burning between my legs as his warm, wet tongue shoved its way into my open mouth and his hands reached around my hips to clutch the cheeks of my ass. Evidently, the feeling was mutual. He pulled me into his embrace, pressing my belly against his bulging boner, his thighs restlessly rubbing against my crotch. As the kiss lingered, I wedged my hand between us and stroked his hard cock through his tight jeans. He responded by fondling one of my breasts through the dress. I was breathless with desire and suddenly famished for his firm, flexing phallus.
"Tearing my lips away from his, I boldly fell to my knees to unzip his fly. He just leaned back against the wall and watched as I reached into his pants and unleashed his monstrously huge manhood. Almost a foot in length, it protruded from his groin like a petrified python. Without hesitation, I pressed my pouting lips to the bloated head of his potent prick, bestowing nibbling little kisses up and down its rigid shaft. I could barely wrap my fist around his thick pole. Nevertheless, I rubbed the knob of his rod against my soft, smooth cheeks before unfurling my tongue to lick his big, fat dick over, under, sideways and around.
"And as I toyed with his titanic tool, the sexy stranger gently caressed my face with an open hand, a gesture of gratitude. Slyly peering up at him, I slid my naughty tongue up the entire length of his looming rod, then twirled it around and around its massive crown. I kept it up until I got his beef stick real juicy, then guided it into my eager mouth and sucked him in long, luxurious strokes.
"Just as eager to be pleased, my strangely silent lover slowly pumped his pelvis, propelling his prodigious prick in and out of my luscious mouth, sliding it languidly between my parted lips, over my tongue and down my throat, my saliva not only coating his glistening gourd but dripping onto his balls. Holding my head in his gentle hands, grinding his hips, he fucked my face, fed my lust with his hot, succulent meat.
"Then, grabbing me by the hair, he forced me to rise, pinned me to the wall and kissed me some more, his tongue prying apart my lips, his hands raising the hem of my dress to the waist so he could grind his wet wad against the crotch of my panties. I thought he was going to dry-hump me, the way his lower torso was squirming. But this was his idea of foreplay, getting me hot and bothered, and, boy, did it work.
"His lips were all over my face, kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth and chin, sliding around to nibble on my ear lobe before plunging to my neck. And as his mouth lingered there, he unzipped my dress and tugged it off my shoulders and down my arms. Then he feasted on my brimming bosom, flicking his tongue in my cleavage, gnawing on my nipples through the cups of my bra, one hand snapping my garter straps, the other caressing my moist pubic mound through the silky sheath of my bikini panties.
"Soon the dress lay in a crumpled heap around my ankles, my tits overlapping the lacy cups of my bra, the tip of his tongue tantalizing my nipples as his fingers shoved aside the cotton crouch of my panties and bore into the creamy depths of my eager beaver. Then, while probing the inner recesses of my saucy snatch, he sucked my titties hard, real hard, driving me absolutely wild.
"The next thing I knew, he was on his knees ripping off my panties with his teeth and burying his face in my horny muff. Caressing my stockinged thighs, he flicked, licked and twisted his tongue inside my cunt, coaxing me to spread my legs wider and wider apart. Then, as he tongue-lashed my tingling clitoris, he reinserted two fingers into my twat and moved them back and forth, in and out, around and around. The sensation was so pleasurable that my knees buckled. I had to grasp the handrail behind me to brace myself. I looked down between my protruding breasts and saw his reptilian tongue wiggling its way up and down my wet. pink slit, swirling and flickering around my swollen, throbbing love button. It sent a shiver of sheer delight through every nerve in my body, from my curling toes to the tips of my budding nipples.
"Then he dragged me down with him and reclined on his back, forcing me to straddle his face. My knees were planted on either side of his head, my pussy hovering an inch above his pouting lips. I quivered with ecstasy as his serpentine tongue rose up to resume its lascivious lapping, thoroughly tantalizing my torrid twat. And as he delved into the delectable depths of my savory cunt, my nameless, shameless lover ran his fingers up and down the crack of my ass, kneading the full, firm cheeks of my bulging buttocks.
"Oh, how I wanted him inside me. How I hungered for his mammoth cock. Even as his tongue plowed my furry crevice, it was his big, hard prick that I craved, reaching behind me to take it in my fist and feel it throb between my fingers. Hankering for another helping of his meaty morsel, I spun around, ripped open his jeans and went down on him. It gave me a chance to satisfy my insatiable appetite and gave him the chance to explore other orifices with his curious tongue. While I siphoned his love hose, he licked his way up to my asshole, his slithering tongue twisting like a corkscrew in my anus, spurring my passion to incalculable heights.
"I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to get fucked in the worst way. Straddling his hips, I injected his meat spike into my gaping snatch, absorbing every inch of his taut torpedo in a matter of seconds. Then, springing from my knees, I bobbed up and down, sliding on his love pole, stretching my garter straps as my tight pussy tugged on his monolithic manhood. In and out his love muscle plunged. In and out. In and out.
"As I rocked on his cock, I also leaned back, allowing my silent stud to reach up and grab my jiggling jugs, writhing in his intimate grasp, grinding my gash into his groin and growling with ecstasy. Hot for my twat, my lover boy sat up and had me assume the doggie position. With my garter straps in tow, he battered my buns with his bony hips, driving his stiff dick hard and fast into my submissive honey-pot-lunging, thrusting, grinding his meat into my saucy little squeezebox, the love juices just oozing from my orifice. And while plundering my pussy, he also, plugged a finger or two into my asshole. Little did I know he was preparing me for a wild and woolly butt-fucking.
"At first, my anus was too tight to accommodate his tusk of a tool. But gradually, he managed to wedge the bulbous head of his horn of plenty into my snug socket. Eventually, the bulk of his tube steak squeezed through my back door and plunged deep into my red-hot rectum. He proved to be a real rump-wrangler, pounding his groin against my plump bottom, drilling my cavity with his jackhammer dick while his hands were busy with my dangling tits.
"I squirmed with perverse pleasure as my merciless master skewered my yawning asshole, pumping in and out, in and out, harder and faster, deeper and deeper.
"Weak with ecstasy, I rested my cheek against the elevator floor, electrified with each thrust of his riveting ramrod, tantalized by the force of flesh against flesh. It was hardly the first time I had been butt-fucked, but it was the most intense ass-fucking I had ever received. I was so damned horny that the love gravy just flowed from my cunt and trickled down my inner thighs.
"Provoked by my profuse secretion, my carnal cowboy withdrew his sizzling sex pistol, rolled me over, wedged his hips between my gaping thighs and reentered my lusciously lubricated labyrinth of lust. His cock sliced through my slit like a hot knife through butter, plunging deep into my vibrant pussy. Embedded to the balls inside of me, he took my tits in his hands, squeezed them, and then sucked while he fucked, nursing on my pink, protruding nipples while reaming my red-hot pussy. He was a regular love machine, running his fingers up and down my button, gluttonously devouring my jutting jugs, sliding that big, slick dick of his in and out of my juicy cunt.
"And, oh, how he took his sweet time, giving all he had, taking all he could get, putting it to me like a real man, bathing me in his sweat, titillating me with his hands and his mouth, even as his throbbing member cut its relentless path through the narrow groove of my gaping gash. And the more he fucked me, the more I craved his potent pillar of pleasure. I even hoisted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, anything to absorb as much of his cock as possible. Down and in it plummeted. Down and in. In and out. Again and again and again.
"Delirium set in. We were no longer conscious of our actions. Only the pleasure. Only the pleasure. Stripped of all inhibition, I groaned and grunted, clinging desperately to him, groping and writhing and wrestling with my unknown lover. Our tongues tangled like dueling vipers, we clawed at each other's flesh.
He lifted my legs all the way up and rested my ankles against his shoulders, the better to fuck me, the better to ream my lusty beaver, the muscles of his belly rippling as he swiveled his hips and jerked his pelvis.
"I could feel the crescendo rising from the pit of his scrotum. It was the same unstoppable force that was building inside of me, a volcano about to erupt, a tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to engulf us. All we could do was hurtle toward its blinding light, surrender to the full magnitude of its magnificent fury, stifling our cries of rapture with a powerful kiss.
"We came within a split second of each other, he clutching the flexing cheeks of my ass and I clinging to the back of his neck. I felt his cock explode like a cannon inside of me, a flood of warm, creamy jizm overflowing the recesses of my cunt. In fact, I could swear he came more than once, the first and only time I've ever seen a man have multiple orgasms. As for me, I didn't stop convulsing and gasping until he finally withdrew, and even then my quivering pussy tingled with sweet satisfaction ... "
"And you never said a word to each other?" asked Graham doubtfully after a long pause.
Lola shook her head.
"Even after what you did?"
"When we were quite finished," Lola explained, "we got dressed and I activated the elevator. When we reached the lobby, there were several people waiting to use the lift. One of them asked the stranger if our car was working...." She paused and smiled mysteriously.
"Well?" Graham pressed her. "What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything," Lola replied. "He answered in sign language."
Graham stared at her. "You mean to say ... "
"He was a mute."
Graham tried not to look amused. "So," he said, "what happened after that?"
Lola shrugged. "Nothing much. We walked out of the building. He went his way ... and I went mine."
"Just like that?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you consider that a fulfilling sexual experience?" scoffed Graham.
"Don't you see?" Lola replied. "It was perfect. Attraction, seduction, separation-all in one fluid motion. Sex distilled to its primal essence, minus all the bullshit."
"Why do you feel that way?" Graham wondered.
"Ah, that's for my subconscious to know and for you to find out," Lola answered coyly. "How can I?" Graham countered. "You won't
CHAPTER SEVEN
Graham reached into his jacket and withdrew a pocket flashlight. Shining the beam in Lola's eyes and moving it from side to side, he instructed, "Just follow the light. Back and forth, back and forth. That's it. Back and forth, back and forth. Your eyes are starting to get heavy. Back ... and forth, back ... and forth. Your eyes are slowly closing. That's right. When I count to three, you will be in a deep sleep and you will respond only to my voice. One ... two ... three."
As Lola's eyes closed, Graham lowered the light. "Can you hear me, Lola?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she murmured.
"Good. Now I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly. Tell me, Lola ... how old were you when you ... made love for the first time?"
"Twenty-one."
"Twenty-one?" Graham repeated skeptically. "Are you sure about that."
"Yes."
"I assumed you were younger," Graham muttered. "Why did it take so long."
"I ... I thought it was ... wrong."
"Wrong? What was wrong."
"Having sex."
"Why did you think it was wrong."
"That's what I had been taught."
"By whom?"
"By my mother and father." Graham sat up straight in his chair, suddenly intrigued. "Really? What did they tell you about sex?"
"That it was sinful to make love unless you were married and, even then, it was only to make babies."
"Sinful? Were your parents religious."
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"They belonged to a religious group called the Guardians of Morality. The leader was some sort of self-appointed preacher named Brother Bob. They attended his revival meetings."
"What about you?"
"I was brainwashed, too," Lola admitted. "I wouldn't even let a guy kiss me."
"Why?"
"Because Mom and Dad said it was wrong."
"But something changed your mind," said Graham, prompting her. "What was it? What happened?"
"I came home from college for my twenty-first birthday," she recalled. "One night, as I lay sleeping in my bed, I was awakened by a noise."
"What kind of noise?"
"I ... I thought I heard a woman cry out."
"What did you do?"
"I got out of bed and went to the door. I opened it and peeked out into the hall. It was dark, except for a light under the closed door of my parents' bedroom. I was just about to go back to sleep, when I heard the sound of a man moaning. It was coming from my parents' room. I thought my father was ill, so I rushed to the door. But before I could reach for the knob, I heard another strange sound and paused. My mother was moaning, too. It was then that I realized what was going on beyond the closed door. My parents ... they were ... they were making love!"
"Did that shock you?"
Lola paused to reflect. "No, not really. I was just ... surprised. And confused. After ail the terrible things I had been told about sex, I didn't know what to think or feel."
"Did you go back to your room?" asked Graham.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I was ... curious."
"And how did you satisfy that curiosity."
"I ... I quietly opened the door. Just a crack."
"Did you look inside."
"Yes."
Graham leaned forward. "And what did you see?" he asked.
"They were on the bed. They were naked ... except for the black garter belt and fishnet stockings that my mother wore. Her face was painted with make-up. She looked like ... like a prostitute. And she acted like one, too. My father was lying flat on his back and she was straddling him, bouncing up and down, sliding his stiff prick in and out of her ... her cunt. She had her arms folded behind her head and he was reaching up to fondle her big, jutting breasts."
"How did you feel about what you saw?" Graham pressed her.
"Stunned, at first," said Lola.
"How long did you watch?"
"A long time," Lola confessed. "I knew it was wrong, but ... I couldn't help it. I couldn't turn away."
"Were you aroused at what you saw."
"Yes."
"What else did you see."
"I ... I saw my mother ... go down on my father. Apparently, it wasn't the first time. She did it so well, kissing and licking him all over ... then taking him into her mouth ... "
"What else?" Graham demanded. "What else did they do?"
"My father put his mouth between her legs and ... and ... licked her pussy."
"What else did he do?"
"He ... he made her get on her hands and knees. Then he ... he penetrated her from behind. And as he moved his hips back and forth, he called her names."
"What kinds of names?"
"Slut ... whore ... cocksucker ... "
"How did your mother react?"
"She loved it. She was totally aroused. She begged for more!"
"How did you react?"
"I was too astonished to react."
"Did you wish it was you?" asked Graham.
"No," Lola denied.
Graham persisted, suspecting he had uncovered a subconscious desire. "Did you wish it was you instead of your mother?"
"No," Lola evenly insisted.
"But you kept watching, didn't you?"
"No," she replied. "I finally found the strength to turn away. Quietly, I closed the door and went back to my room."
"But that wasn't the end of it, was it?"
"No.
"What happened after that night?
"I was upset. I was confused. I needed to talk to someone."
"Who did you seek out?"
"Brother Bob. He lived outskirts of town."
"You went to visit him?"
"Yes. He could see I was upset. He invited me into his trailer. He sat me down on a sofa and asked me what was wrong."
"What did you tell him?"
"The truth-that I spied on my mother and father, and that I saw them sinning."
"And what did he say to that?"
"He told me it wasn't necessarily a sin for a man and woman to have carnal knowledge of each other, especially a husband and wife."
"Did he scold you for watching your parents have sex?"
"No. In fact, he said it was only natural to be curious about such things."
"What else did he say?"
"He asked me if I had ever done it myself. I assured him that I hadn't. He said it was nothing to be ashamed of. Fearing he didn't believe me, I insisted that I was a virgin. He could see I was troubled, so he poured me a glass of white wine to settle my nerves, then sat down beside me.
"As I sipped my drink, Brother Bob told me that what I had seen was perfectly normal and that to be aroused by it was understandable. He said the danger was not in indulging one's lust, but doing so thoughtlessly. I told him I didn't quite understand. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my breast. I caught my breath, but was too surprised to discourage him from doing so. He told me not to be alarmed, that he was just trying to prove a point. What was so terribly wrong with touching another person in such a way? Nothing, I conceded, strangely soothed by his gentle caress. What difference did it make, he contended, if he touched my hand or my shoulder or my breast?
"Eventually, he removed his hand from my breast and casually rested it on my knee. I saw no reason to object. Although I had taken only a few sips, the wine was making me feel lightheaded and the touch of a man felt agreeable. He asked me if I ever fantasized about sex. I hesitated, then admitted that I had. He kept assuring me that there was nothing wrong with daydreaming about it, gradually moving his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I felt as if a great weight was being lifted from my shoulders.
"His words were so comforting, so reassuring. It was as if he were giving me a private sermon, but one I had never expected to hear. He said that we all have certain physical needs and that the best way to deal with these emotions was to explore them. I told him I didn't know how. He said that what I needed was a guiding hand and at that moment, he cupped my crotch. Impulsively, I grabbed his wrist and tried to push his hand away. He told me not to worry. He only wanted to help me. And as he assured me that his intentions were honorable, he massaged my pussy through my pantyhose. It became very clear that Brother Bob intended to practice what he preached and, stimulated by his intimate groping, I gradually yielded.
"In no time, my snatch was moist with desire. Feeling my wetness, he ripped a hole in my pantyhose, pushed aside the crotch of my panties and traced my cunt lips with his fingertips. As he delved into the creamy depths of my tender twat, he leaned over and kissed me softly, then harder and harder until his tongue was swimming in my mouth. I didn't have a chance to think. All I could do was feel. And it felt good. It felt very good. The more we kissed, the more my legs spread apart. And the more my legs opened, the deeper his fingers probed my juicy young pussy.
"I had ruptured my hymen two years prior in a minor accident, so there was nothing to prevent him from deeply penetrating my vagina.
He inserted one finger, then two, then three, driving them in and out of my gaping orifice while his thumb tickled my throbbing clit. Soon enough, I was breathless with passion, passively sinking into the couch as his wet lips moved across my cheek, nibbled on my ear lobe and slid sensuously down my neck.
"As he continued fondling my furry love nest with one hand, Brother Bob used the other to unbutton my blouse, exposing my heaving bosom, brimming from the tight D-cups of my white cotton bra. He kissed each bountiful boob and ran his tongue down my cleavage, sending shivers of delight through my writhing body. Then, with his quick, deft fingers, he unsnapped the front clasp of the bra, unleashing my full, firm young breasts.
"The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, his mouth devouring my tits, sucking each one until my nipples were red and hard. My skirt was hiked up to my hips and his fingers were soaked with my rich cunt juices as they scoured my gaping gash. I thought I would faint with pleasure, caught up in the rapture of this impetuous and forbidden liaison. Surely nothing could surpass this wonderful sensation. Of course, I was wrong.
"Minutes later, Brother Bob was on his knees, but he wasn't praying. He was going down on me, burning up the heat and escalating my ecstasy to heights I never imagined existed. Widening the hole in my pantyhose and ripping my panties off, he wedged his head between my inner thighs and wickedly licked my saucy slit, his tongue lashing my luscious labia and feverishly flicking my horny clit. And as his face was grinding into my groin, he seized my sumptuous tits and squeezed them, rocketing me into a whole new realm of carnal delight.
"I almost came right then and there. Such was my inexperience. But sensing my premature climax, Brother Bob withdrew at the last possible second. Desperate for his golden tongue, I lifted my crotch off the sofa, groaning and begging for more. He chuckled with merciless glee. Instead of continuing his cunt feast, he whipped out his prick and wagged it in my face. He told me that if I wanted him to make me feel good, I would have to make him feel good first. I was more than willing to do whatever he said. At that moment, I was his disciple and he was my salvation.
"He stripped himself below the waist and then told me to take his cock in my hand and stroke it. It was so big, so hard. I could barely close my fist around its thick, throbbing shaft. My fingers measured its awesome dimensions with gentle curiosity, as if fondling an exotic creature. Then, straddling my torso, Brother Bob leaned forward and shoved his mammoth member in my face. 'Kiss it,' he demanded, rubbing its knobby head against my pouting lips. 'Lick it, girl,' he said and I lavished his lance of lust with luscious licks of my tongue, flicking the head and lapping its lengthy stem. Eager to please and to be pleased, I even tantalized his testicles, finding their salty, sweaty taste much to my liking. 'Good girl,' he remarked, tenderly caressing my face and running his fingers through my long hair. 'You sure learn fast."
"Then, taking his protruding prick in hand and guiding it between my puckered lips, he fed me several inches of his savory meat. 'Suck,' he gently commanded, pumping his hips and sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. 'That's it, my little angel. Nice and easy."
"He held my head in his hands as if to heal me, his pelvis weaving back and forth, his potent phallus plunging deeper and deeper down my gulping gullet until his hairy balls were lapping against my chin and saliva trickled from the corners of my mouth.
"Suddenly, I felt a rush of warm, creamy fluid flooding my mouth. 'Swallow it!' ordered Brother Bob. 'Gulp it down, sweetheart!' And I did-gladly and without guilt. The idea of consuming a man's semen would have been an abomination to me just a few hours earlier. But now it was more than a wicked pleasure, more than an initiation. Totally submissive to my master's will, I devoured every ounce of Brother Bob's surging ooze.
"When he withdrew his wet wad from my gaping mouth, I noticed that it was still hard as a rock. He instructed me to roll over on my belly. Quivering with lustful anticipation, I did as I was told. He ripped apart my pantyhose to expose the firm, rounded cheeks of my ass, then spread my buttocks apart and applied his drooling tongue to my tiny pink anus. I squirmed with delight as he thoroughly lubricated my tight little hole, but gasped in pain when he plugged the blunt spearhead of his manhood into its snug socket. Yet the discomfort gradually subsided as Brother Bob crammed his slick dick deeper and deeper into my cozy crevice. Soon, he was pounding on my backdoor, his fingernails clawing my ribs, his crotch grinding against my riveted rump, plunging his screwdriver of a cock all the way up my rectum, grunting with pleasure with each thrust.
"After fucking my ass real good. Brother Bob transferred his titanic tool to my scintillating snatch hatch. I instinctively assumed the doggie position and groaned with ecstasy as he fondled my dangling tits and skewered my throbbing twat from behind. His prick was like a battering ram, slamming in and out of my creamy cunthole. In and out. In and out. Over and over and over again.
"Then he rode me side saddle, draping one of my legs over his hip and clutching my tits as he slid that juicy meat in and out of my hot love oven. By then I was delirious, writhing in his embrace, electrified by his every thrust and lunge. He played me like a bow fiddle, his darting dick feverishly harpooning my gaping slit, his hands raking my thighs, massaging my belly, kneading my supple breasts and tugging on my jutting nipples.
"Finally, he had me lie flat on my back, hoisted my legs and penetrated my pussy with his red-hot ramrod. Holding me by the ankles, grinding his groin between my gaping inner thighs, Brother Bob plowed my virgin cunt. Leaning forward and bending my legs back, he punctuated his devastating thrusts with a string of vile profanities. It made me come not once, not twice, but again and again and again and again!
"Then it was Brother Bob's turn to come again. At the very last moment, gasping with ecstasy, he pulled out of my pussy, aimed his potent pleasure pistol and fired his load, spewing his rich jizm all over my thighs. belly and tits. Impulsively, I sprang up, grabbed his cock by its base and enveloped its erupting fountainhead with my hungry mouth."
Lola suddenly fell silent, allowing Graham to catch his breath. "So," he stammered. "That was your first sexual experience?"
"Yes," she replied.
"And ever since then...." he groped for an analysis, " ... you've had an uncontrollable desire to ... "
"To sit on your face!" Lola snapped, abruptly opening her eyes and sitting up.
She was awake. Wide awake. Graham gaped at her, speechless.
"What's the matter, Doc?" Lola taunted. "Pussy got your tongue?"
"Y-you mean...." he feebly faltered, "you weren't ... "
"Hypnotized? I'm immune."
"Then everything you just told me was ... "
"I told you what you wanted to hear," Lola declared contemptuously.
"Your parents ... Brother Bob ... "
"A fantasy," Lola smiled coldly. "A cock-teasing fantasy."
"And what do you think that little trick accomplished?" Graham asked indignantly, more humiliated than angered.
"A lot," she replied. "I just learned something
CHAPTER EIGHT
He was sitting in a booth, one of those claustrophobic closets at the local peep show, where he would usually drop a coin into a slot and a panel in the wall would rise to reveal a scantily-clad female in a room surrounded by the plate glass windows of other booths like his. The booths contained a variety of seedy-looking characters, strange men, with nothing in common but a frustrating need to be teased, titillated or torn apart by temptation.
Only this time, the center of attention was Lola. There she was in all her raunchy glory, stripped down to a black leather bra and bikini panties, garter belt, stockings and boots with spiked heels. She was dancing, erotically swaying her hips and waving her arms, writhing to the slow, sassy rhythm of a saxophone solo.
This is only a dream, Graham realized. But unlike most of his dreams, this one was all too vivid and inescapable. His body was immobile, seemingly nailed to a wooden chair. His mind's eye, never blinking, was a prisoner to the vision before him, a reluctant observer of his darkest, subconscious desires.
Mercifully, Lola neither acknowledged his presence nor deliberately provoked his passion with her licentious gyrations. Instead, she tantalized the other voyeurs, grinding her pelvis, thrusting her groin, running her fingers over her brimming bosom. Graham noticed one member of the captive audience with his mouth hung open, his hot breath fogging up the glass that prevented him from reaching the irresistible object of his lust. Another man was leaning back in his chair and masturbating, feverishly sliding his tight fist up and down the swollen shaft of his stiff prick, while the other man was lasciviously licking the glass with his long, drooling tongue, beckoning Lola to come a little bit closer.
Instead, she unhooked the bra and casually tossed it aside, exposing her full, firm breasts. Her bountiful mounds of flesh jiggled as she danced to the music, her nipples sprouting like fresh red cherries. Aiming to tease her most ardent admirer, she pressed her titillating ta-tas against the glass window and gloated as he desperately, licked the slick, thick pane that separated them. Then, Lola slid her panties halfway down her thighs and thrust her crotch against the glass. Falling to his knees, the slobbering man pressed his face against the glass and tried in vain to taste her pussy, his wet lips squeaking as they smudged the slippery shield.
Abruptly abandoning her whimpering admirer, Lola slipped out of her panties and continued to dance. Stripped down to her garter belt, stockings and boots, she worked her way over to the meat beater. Welcoming her attention, he stood up, dropped his pants and pressed his penis against the glass. Taking the bait, Lola got down on her hands and knees and crawled toward his booth. Enhancing on his fantasy, she brought her lips to the window, where the bulging head of his hard-on throbbed, and planted a lipstick-staining kiss on the glass. She then proceeded to lick his looming rod from top to bottom with the flickering tip of her wicked tongue. Although he couldn't feel a thing, the horny man on the other side of the window grunted, groaned and grimaced with unbearable pleasure, then prematurely ejaculated, streaking the glass with his abundantly creamy load.
Enticingly licking her lips, Lola moved on to the third booth, pausing there to coldly scrutinize the unshaved, leering man at bay. He returned her sultry gaze, feasting his glaring eyes on her beautiful body. Then she turned around, bent over and plastered her buttocks to the window. Howling, the man spread open his raincoat, exposed his naked crotch and pantomimed an act of sex against the glass. Graham squirmed in his chair with uneasy excitation as the man's burgeoning boner seemed to slither up and down the crack of Lola's ass.
Then, it was Graham's turn. But instead of indulging him, Lola indulged herself. She laid down on the floor in front of his window, drew up her knees and spread her thighs wide apart, providing a breathtaking view of her tantalizing twat. Then she began to massage her pink clit with her fingertips. Graham tried to avert his eyes.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the three men stepped through their plate glass windows, invading the room. They descended upon Lola to pleasure themselves in the flesh. As Graham watched, Lola submissively assumed the doggie position. While one of the men held her head in his hands and had her suck his cock, another drove his prick deep into her back door, slamming his hips against the quivering cheeks of her writhing rump. The third member of the quartet was simply content to watch and jerk off, anointing Lola's supple flesh with generous spurts of his creamy jizm.
Anxious to participate, Graham struggled to free himself from the chair. At first, he could not, held down by an invisible force. Then, with considerable effort, he was able to rise ever so slowly. But then, unlike the others, he didn't have the power to pass through the glass barrier. He pounded on the window with his fists, but to no avail. Finally, in desperation, he lifted the chair and was just about to send it crashing through the glass when the metal panel came sliding down, sealing Lola and her trio of lascivious lovers in their own isolation chamber.
"Dr. Graham!" a harsh, disciplinary voice cried out. "Put down that chair this instant!"
Graham whirled around to find himself in the middle of a classroom, surrounded by dozens of curious male faces. Confused, disoriented, he slowly lowered the chair.
"Now, sit down!" the distinctly female voice demanded.
Graham plopped into his seat and folded his hands on the desk that materialized before him. He looked toward the front of the room and spotted Lola, primly and properly dressed in a buttoned-up white blouse and long gray skirt, leaning against a blackboard. "Thank you," she said tersely, clearing her throat. "Now, class, please take out your books."
Graham glanced around the room and noticed that like him, every member of the class was an adult male. But instead of reaching into their desks for their books, each and every one of them unzipped his fly and took out his penis. Everyone, that is, but Graham.
"Very nice, very nice indeed...." Lola remarked as she drifted up and down the aisles, yardstick in hand, carefully inspecting their notable erect appendages. Occasionally, she would pause to measure the more prominently endowed students, cooing and caressing their genitals approvingly.
But when she reached Graham's desk, Lola looked sharply displeased. "What's the matter, Doctor?" she asked with a smirk. "Can't get it up?"
Graham tried to answer, but couldn't speak. His classmates glanced at one another and snickered.
"No," said Lola, returning to the front of the room, addressing the entire class. "Dr. Graham doesn't think he belongs here. He already has a degree. Isn't that so, Doctor?"
Once again, Graham was unable to reply.
Then Lola hopped onto the edge of her desk and crossed her legs, the side slit of her skirt opening to reveal a long, shapely leg and nylon stockings attached to a black garter strap. "Who would like to be teacher's pet?" she asked. No sooner had she posed the question than every hand shot up. Lola pointed the yardstick at one of the men in the front row. As he excitedly crawled to her on his hands and knees, Lola unbuttoned the skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties-just the garter belt and stockings. When she spread her legs apart to expose her scrumptious snatch, every prick in the room throbbed with eager anticipation. She then reached for a small apple resting on the corner of the desk, wedged it between her clenched thighs, against the gaping lips of her cunt and beckoned teacher's pet to take a juicy bite.
As the submissive student ate his way into Lola's crotch, she casually unbuttoned her blouse while addressing the class. "Time for your final exam. You will each have five minutes. You will be graded on style, originality, poise, potency, finesse and, above all, your ability to achieve orgasm ... mine, as well as yours."
With that, the entire class took off their clothes and formed a long line along the side of the room. Lola planted her foot against the muff-diving student's shoulder and pushed him away with the apple core between his teeth. "That will be all for now," she said dryly. "See me after class." Then, wearing nothing but her high heels, garter belt and stockings, Lola reclined on her desk and summoned her pupils one at a time.
While Graham reluctantly watched, each student stepped right up to the edge of the desk, between Lola's gaping thighs, and made the most of his turn. Some were satisfied to wrap Lola's long, shapely legs around their waists, fill their hands with her jutting jugs and penetrate her to the hilt, grinding away at her lusciously lubricated love socket until they came with a grunt and a shudder. Others were more ambitious, hoisting Lola's legs so that her ankles rested on their shoulder blades, or were held far apart in their fists. The more passionate and imaginative ones flipped Lola over on her belly so they could alternate between cramming her creamy cunt and plugging her tight, tantalizing asshole. And as each and every one of them applied his carnal knowledge to his titillating tutor, she graded them on the spot.
At one point, when one of her pupils spent too much time eating out her pussy, Lola blurted in exasperation, "This isn't strictly an oral exam!" Rising to the occasion, the eager beaver bent Lola's legs all the way back until her toes touched the desk behind her head and prodded her snatch with short, hard jabs of his jousting joystick, scoring simultaneous orgasms that drove Lola to exclaim, "Oh, honey! You just made the fucking honor roll, magna cum laude!"
Graham couldn't stand it any longer. He concentrated on altering the dream, of transforming the scene, anything to escape this shameless spectacle. Lo and behold, he succeeded. The classroom quietly dissolved, replaced by a deep and peaceful darkness. There was silence, a welcome respite from the tormenting titillation of Graham's subconscious. Yet, he feared it wouldn't last. And, indeed, he was right.
Suddenly, a blinding spotlight ignited in his eyes. Graham twisted his head away from its harsh beam, but did not have control of the rest of his body. He was lying naked on his back, reclining on the leather couch in his office, his penis throbbing and writhing like a snake.
Ominously, Lola emerged from the shadows, nude but for a pair of black, thigh-high stockings. Supremely in control, she circled her quarry, examining every inch of his helpless body with her leering eyes, hungrily rolling her tongue around her scarlet lips. Regarding his frisky cock, Lola flashed a gloating smile. "I knew it," she said triumphantly.
Then, lifting her leg, she slowly peeled off one of her stockings, wrapped it around Graham's prick and gave it a hard tug. His body stiffened, as if in pain, but with a pleasure too intense to describe. Unraveling the stocking, Lola dragged it up his chest, around his shoulders and over his face. She then moved behind him, purring like a panther. Impulsively, she lashed his flesh with the weightless nylon, as if cracking a whip, making him flinch and hiss through clenched teeth. She did it again, slashing at his thighs, sending shivers of exquisite ecstasy rippling through his quivering body. "You've been a naughty boy," Lola scolded. "Haven't you?"
"Y-yes!" Graham admitted haltingly, totally at her mercy.
Lola twirled the stocking around his genitals again. "Yes, what?" she demanded.
"Yes!" cried Graham. "I've been naughty. I've been very n-naughty!"
Lola confronted him, but didn't say a word. Instead, she took her tits in her hands and squeezed them.
Then, just as abruptly, Graham was alone, glued to his couch, a starkly naked soul in a state of Limbo, all the while thinking, where is she? Why was she doing this to him? How could he have hoped to help her when he couldn't even help himself?
She was there. Somewhere. He could feel it.
He could smell her. He could practically taste her. Then he felt the warmth of her touch. She was standing behind him, caressing his face. It was soothing. He began to relax, drifting into sleep.
Suddenly, she covered his head completely with the stocking, then hopped on the couch, straddling his waist. He felt her hard nipples sliding up and down his bare chest and the fluffy fleece of her pubic mound brushing against his belly. "There, there...." she murmured softly, soothingly, lulling him into a sense of security. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Yes...." Graham agreed, inhaling the enticing fragrance of her nylon stocking.
Then Lola reached down and wrapped her fingers around his testicles. "Admit it, Doctor," she gleefully chortled. "I've got you by the balls!"
Graham shot up in bed, gasping for air. His body was drenched in a cold, clammy sweat, his briefs soaked with the sticky ooze of a nocturnal emission.
I've got to put it all behind me, he told himself, tumbling out of bed and staggering toward the bathroom. I've got to forget what happened. And I've got to rid myself of that woman once and for all.
CHAPTER NINE
"I think the time has come to focus on other aspects of your personality," Dr. Graham strongly suggested at the start of his next session with Lola.
"Oh?" she replied, examining her French manicure. "And what aspects are those?"
"Anything besides your sexual behavior."
"I thought you enjoyed hearing about that."
"It's not getting us anywhere," said Graham.
Lola lifted her knee, raising the already short hem of her pleated black skirt. "Isn't it?"
"We've been dwelling on what you've done, not why," Graham noted.
"The why is simple," said Lola. "I enjoy sex."
"In excess," Graham concurred. "But why?"
"Because it feels good," said Lola with an emphatic and exasperated sigh, adding, "you ought to try it sometime."
"Then you don't think you have a problem?"
"Oh, I have a problem, all right," Lola readily admitted. "I can't get enough of it."
"So you say. Have you ever tried to restrain yourself?"
"Now why would I want to do a thing like that?"
"Control," Graham declared. "Wouldn't you agree that self-discipline is the ultimate form of control?"
Lola laughed mockingly. "That's your hang-up, Doctor, not mine. The only self-discipline I've found worthwhile is prolonging pleasure."
Graham argued, "Don't you ever feel ... used?"
"That's the kind of treatment from which I derive the greatest pleasure," claimed Lola. "It's like what happened to me just a few months ago....
Graham raised his hand to stop her. "Please. We can do without another one of your escapades."
"This one bears repeating," Lola insisted.
"But is it relevant?"
She suppressed a smile. "More than you know."
Reluctantly, Graham relented. "Go ahead."
"I was having lunch with a girlfriend one day," said Lola, "and happened to mention that it was time for me to see a dentist. My friend smiled the way one smiles when they have a naughty little secret to tell. Then she recommended a dentist she was seeing, whose services were quite ... unique. His office was conveniently located only a half a mile from my place of business, so I called for an appointment. His receptionist penciled me in for the last appointment of the day. It was my first visit and I wanted to make a good impression, so I dressed for the occasion-a tight, red cotton sweater, a short, black leather skirt, dark nylon stockings and a red lace garter belt, and a pair of spiked high-heeled shoes. When I arrived at his office and was introduced to the dentist, he took an immediate interest in my case. In fact, he told his receptionist she could leave for the day since I was his final patient.
"He was better-looking than I had imagined-tall with dark, wavy hair, clear hazel eyes and a tanned complexion. He escorted me into the dental chair and as I leaned back, I caught him sneaking a glimpse at my shapely thighs as the hem of my tight skirt crept up several inches. He had me open wide ... my mouth that is ... so he could examine my teeth. As he leaned forward for a closer look, his groin brushed against the armrest and the back of my hand. I accidentally copped a feel. Not surprising, his cock was long and hard.
"Of course, there was nothing wrong with my teeth. But when he asked me why I had come, I told him I wanted to have a cavity filled. 'A cavity? What cavity?' he asked. That's when I lifted my skirt, pulled aside the crotch of my panties and showed him my eager little beaver. 'This cavity,' I said.
"At first, he was too stunned to do anything. He just stared at my twat with his mouth open. But when I started caressing his groin and ran my fingers over the bulge in his trousers, he was ready, willing and able to comply. He put down his pick and mirror and reached down to caress my breasts through the fluffy soft fabric of my sweater. My nipples immediately responded, sprouting against the pressure of his palms. He reached for the top button and undid it, then another and another, gradually exposing my sumptuous cleavage packed into a black lace, push-up bra. Then he bent down to press his lips against my brimming mounds, gently kissing each boob and savoring its sweet fragrance. He didn't have to undo the bra; he merely lifted my tits and they popped out of the cups, ready for his hungry mouth and eager tongue.
"He feasted on my firm, pink jugs, licking my hard nipples, tugging on them with his teeth, richly sucking my tits to his heart's delight. Then my juices began flowing as he wedged his hand between my legs, prying them apart. His fingertips crept up my thigh, pushing the hem of my leather skirt higher and higher, all the way up to my hips. He found the bows that held my skimpy lace panties together at the hips, tugged on the drawstrings and unveiled my moist pubic mound.
"He knelt before me and gazed in awe at my alluring bush. Then he ran his hands up and down my legs, quivering with desire at the touch of sheer nylon stockings against his sweaty palms. Gradually, he lifted one of my legs and draped it over the arm of the chair. Then he lifted my other leg and did the same. As my wet, hairy slit bulged before his naked eyes, he paused to admire the view.
"But my gaping cunt proved too tempting to resist. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the delicate pink petals of my pussy. He kissed, then nibbled on the luscious lips of my labia before plunging his tongue deep into the oily orifice. Then, savoring the abundant nectar of my hot honey hole, he generously lapped my throbbing clitoris. His tongue moved like an eel in and out of my vagina and lingered lovingly around my titillated love button. It was so exciting to peer down and see the face of a man I hardly knew buried in my crotch, his mouth intently sucking on my scintillating sweet meat. Uninhibitedly, I wrapped my legs around his neck and held his head in the vise-like grip of my soft, quivering inner thighs.
"When he finally withdrew his tongue from my twat, he rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt. As he drew down the zipper of his pants, I braced myself for a good fucking. But instead of penetrating my eager beaver, he lowered the back of my chair until I was in a reclining position. He then took off his pants and briefs and straddled my head from behind the chair, his ass hovering over my face, his balls dangling so low that they practically rested against the front of my neck. He then inserted his hard prick in the cleavage of my bra and began pumping it between my tits.
"As his cock moved back and forth, rubbing against my firm flesh melons, he reached down and caressed my pussy, sliding his middle finger in and out of my cunthole while his thumb prodded my clit. I couldn't resist licking his ass, tracing the crack of his butt with my drooling tongue and swabbing his scrumptious balls. It got me so horny that the love juices practically poured out of my gaping orifice. It got him so horny that he grabbed the straps of my garter belt, bent down and plunged his slithering tongue deep into my moist and meaty love muffin.
"It got so hot at one point that my oral specialist reached for his water pick, aimed it at my exposed clit and squirted. The injection of cold water into my gash gave me the chills, as well as a jolt of pleasure that very nearly triggered an orgasm.
"Then he dislodged his cock from the snug vise of my firmly packed D cups and shifted his position so that he stood beside me. Then, wrapping his fist around his stiff shaft, he began tracing my lips with the swollen head of his huge manhood. My mouth gradually opened to receive several inches of his prodding prick. Stroking my hair with one hand, fondling my tits with the other, he fed me all of his meat, moaning with ecstasy as he fucked my face.
"Finally, he moved around to the front of the chair, leaned forward and guided his big dick into my drooling cunt. Writhing with passionate pleasure, he fucked me. Slowly. Deeply. Plunging in and out, in and out. And as he plundered my pussy, he took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them until my plump, pink nipples protruded a full inch between his fingertips. Then, while he plumbed the depths of my cunt, he wildly licked and sucked my tits.
"I got fucked real good, his hips pounding against my inner thighs, his firm phallus drilling my hot love hole, filling that cavity to the core. With each lunge, he grunted and groaned, grinding that throbbing meat inside of me, his slobbering mouth devouring my flesh, biting and tugging on my nipples.
"Then, clutching the arms of the chair, he arched his back, thrust his pelvis and groaned with ecstasy as his cock erupted, pumping its creamy discharge deep into my succulent slit ... "
"Enough! Enough!" cried Graham, leaping from his chair. "Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore!"
"Oh, but there's a lot more," Lola insisted, not at all surprised by his sudden, uncharacteristic outburst.
"I don't want to hear it!" Graham repeated angrily.
"He was still hard and ... "
"Stop it, I said!" shouted Graham. "Just stop it!"
Lola regarded him with an inquisitive smile. "But Doctor ... "
"You're a liar!" Graham declared. "It never happened!"
"Oh, but it did," Lola assured him.
"None of it happened! None of it! Everything you've told me is a lie! You never made love with your best friend's fiancee," Graham sneered. "You never seduced a client. You never tied up a police officer or ... or made it with four men at one time. You never participated in a menage a trois. You never had sex in an elevator with a mute stranger. And you certainly never let a dentist have his way with you!"
Lola twisted her eyebrows in a mixture of mockery and bewilderment. "Doctor, what's gotten into you?"
"I'm tired of playing games," he said. "I'm tired of this charade. I'm tired of wasting my time. I want you to leave now. Leave and never come back. You are no longer my patient. Do you understand me?"
"Yes. I think I do," Lola replied calmly. "I've hit a very raw nerve, haven't I?"
"I'll ... I'll reimburse you for your visits. Just go."
"Go?" said Lola with a haughty laugh. "No, I don't think I'll be going, Doctor."
"Get out! Now!" Graham roared, grabbing her by the wrists and lifting her off the couch. His forcefulness aroused Lola, who resisted his attempt to drag her across the room and toward the door. "Leave!" he insisted.
"Not until you tell me about Jennifer Matthews!" cried Lola.
Graham's grip abruptly loosened. It was as if he had been burned by a hot iron. "Please," he implored, releasing Lola. "Just ... leave me alone." He couldn't look at her, so he turned his back, his arms clutching his sides.
But instead of leaving, Lola walked over to the desk and snatched the picture frame. "Who are these people, anyway?" she inquired, referring to the woman and child. "They're certainly not your family. You're not even married, are you?"
"What do you want?" Graham asked nervously.
"The truth," Lola demanded.
Graham desperately resisted. "I don't have to tell you anything."
"No, I guess not. I already know all about you, Dr. Graham. And what I don't know, I can figure out. You put this picture on your desk to discourage me. Nice try. But you see, I know all about you and the Matthews woman."
Graham turned to face her. "What do you know?"
"How you took advantage of a patient. How you nearly lost your license to practice and had to move from New York to escape the scandal."
"It wasn't what you think," Graham insisted.
"Oh? You mean to say, you didn't have sex with Jennifer Matthews on the pretense that it was therapy?"
"I-I don't want to talk about it."
"No, but you will," vowed Lola. "You'll tell me all about it or I'll expose you."
Graham couldn't disguise the panic on his face. "I tell you, it wasn't like that at all!"
"Look at you," Lola smirked. "Filled with anxiety. Guilt. You know what you need, Doctor? A good shrink."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I have my reasons," she replied, "and they'll become clear soon enough. But first ... you have some explaining to do."
"I can't," Graham winced.
"You have no choice," Lola murmured over his shoulder.
Control, thought Graham, quivering like a fly caught in a spider's web. He felt trapped, hopelessly trapped, completely at her mercy, under her control. Just like in the dream.
"Lie down," Lola suggested, her voice hypnotically compelling. "Lie down on the couch and tell me all about it. Let it go, Doctor. Get it off your conscience."
At that point, Graham had nothing to lose, nothing but his inhibitions. Reluctantly but eventually, he sat down on the couch and slowly reclined while Lola settled into his leather chair. Covering his eyes with the back of his hand, Graham was ready to confess.
CHAPTER TEN
"I had a practice on Park Avenue," Graham began. "I was doing so well, making more money than I ever imagined. Everything was just fine ... until she turned up. Her name was Jennifer Matthews. She was ... very attractive. I admit it. But I swear ... I had no intention of ... of having an affair with her.
"I won't tell you why she sought my help. That would betray the confidentiality between psychiatrist and patient. But after several sessions, after listening to her problems, I came to the conclusion that she was in desperate need of a fulfilling sexual relationship. When I suggested this to her, she took it as if it were a proposition. Before I could discourage her, she literally undressed and offered herself to me."
"And, of course, you readily obliged. Didn't you. Doctor?" said Lola cynically.
"You don't understand the circumstances," Graham fretted. "At that moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. She needed my help, you see....
"And she was lovely, wasn't she?" Lola pointedly interjected.
"Yes," Graham conceded with an exasperated sigh. "Yes, she was."
"Describe her."
"She was a brunette. Long, curly, dark hair. Violet eyes. Plump red lips. She was lean but well-proportioned, and she smelled like lilacs. Naked, she resembled a Greek goddess, her full breasts sprouting the biggest brown nipples I had ever seen, her narrow waist curving into shapely hips and firm buttocks. Her legs were a work of art, perfectly shaped ... "
"What about her cunt?"
Graham winced. "Must you be so vulgar?"
"Her cunt," Lola repeated spitefully. "Did you taste it?"
"Yes," he confessed unashamedly. "It ... it was so tantalizing. I ... I fell to my knees before her and pressed my lips against it."
"Was it warm?"
"Yes," Graham replied, suddenly aroused. "Was it wet?"
"Yes. Wet and smooth against my tongue."
"I want to hear it," Lola murmured, curling up in her chair. "Every juicy detail."
Graham took a deep breath and went on. "As I pleasured her with my tongue, my hands roamed up and down the back of her thighs. The plump cheeks of her full, firm buttocks filled my groping hands and I squeezed them, provoking a quiver. She moaned softly, grinding her hips to the rhythmic strokes of my intimate tongue as it slithered along her slit and gently prodded her clitoris. I would have been content to lick her to orgasm, but she prevented me from doing so, taking my head in her hands and pushing me away. I thought she had changed her mind, that she was suddenly ashamed of what we were doing. But then she sank to the floor and bestowed a passionate kiss on my gaping lips.
"It was she who wanted to perform, encouraging me to rise so she could unzip my fly and release my throbbing member. Caressing its rigid stem, she guided the swollen head of my penis into her eager mouth and uninhibitedly began to suck."
"No woman had ever done that to you before," Lola interrupted. "Am I right?"
Her intuition amazed Graham. "Yes," he reluctantly admitted.
"Describe the way she sucked your cock."
"Her luscious lips formed a tight ring around the stiff shaft and, with deliberate ease, she moved her face forward, consuming the entire length of my phallus. Then she withdrew several inches, only to devour me again, weaving back and forth, bobbing her head up and down, again and again, a little faster each time. In and out my penis plunged ... "
"Prick," Lola corrected him. "Call it prick, cock or dick."
"In and out," Graham rambled, ignoring Lola's vulgar coaching. "Her mouth felt like a vise greased with hot butter, the saliva drooling from the corners of her puckered lips. My loins were on fire. My legs almost buckled. It felt so good. I couldn't control myself. I held her head in my hands and pumped my hips, propelling my ... my cock all the way to the back of her throat."
"Did you come in her mouth?" Lola inquired anxiously.
"Yes. I couldn't help it."
"And did she swallow your jizm?"
"Every ounce," Graham confirmed, strangely titillated by his own wicked admission. "And she gulped it down as if it were wine, clinging desperately to my legs while I discharged my creamy load."
"You were still hard after that, weren't you?" Lola squirmed with delight.
"Yes."
"What did you do about it."
"I ... I...." Graham faltered. "You fucked her, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, say it!" Lola demanded. "I fucked her!" Graham barked back. "How? How did you fuck her."
"I ... I made her get up on my desk."
"On her back?"
"No. She was on her hands and knees."
"Doggie-style, eh?" Lola prodded. "Yes. And that's how I fucked her-from behind."
"Details," Lola insisted. "I want details."
"I hastily undressed," said Graham. "Then I moved up behind her. I was about to guide my cock into her ... her cunt, but paused to admire her pretty pink pussy. I felt compelled to bend down and run my tongue along the glistening lips of her gaping gash and up the crack of her ass, lubricating her for easier penetration. It made her wiggle her hips and beg for it. The only question was whether to stick it in her cunt or stick it in her ass."
"And you put it in her ass, didn't you?" guessed Lola.
"That's right. Evidently, it wasn't the first time she had it that way. As hard and thick as it was, my prick easily slid into her taut orifice to a surprising depth and she didn't even squeal. Instead, Jennifer gasped and grunted with undeniable pleasure as I proceeded to bang her juicy butt hole."
The image of Graham grinding his meat into Jennifer Matthews' anus set off sparks in Lola's overactive libido. As he related his conquest, she discreetly placed her hand under her skirt and gently massaged her pubic mound through the sheer veneer of her silk panties.
"In no time, she was simpering with ecstasy," Graham boasted, "hungering for my manhood. Eventually, I withdrew from her back door and aimed lower, jamming my jutting joystick deep into her tight, titillating twat, running her through with my big, bulging blade. In and out it lunged, filling her cunthole, scraping her red vaginal walls, throbbing and thrusting to the core of her desire. And as I fucked her, my hands explored Jennifer's supple, writhing flesh, kneading her tits, clawing her ribs and thighs, grasping her hips as my belly pounded against her bountiful buttocks."
"Did you come inside of her?" asked Lola, hanging on his every word, her fingers now beneath her panties, delving into the moist recesses of her crotch.
"No. I didn't come at all," Graham replied. "Not yet, at least. I was beside myself, beyond myself, with lust. I wanted more. Much more. I had her lay on the couch, flat on her back, her legs spread wide apart, with her luscious labia beckoning me. I mounted her and reentered that exquisite cunt, determined to drive her insane with passion."
"And did you succeed?"
"Oh, yes," Graham chuckled, savoring the memory. "I fucked her hard and fast, relentlessly plowing her pussy, my hands clutching her ass and my lips sucking on her jutting nipples. Caught up in the rapture, she wound her legs around my waist and raked my back with her crimson fingernails, thrashed her head from side to side and wept with unbearable ecstasy."
"And did she come?" asked Lola, quivering with anticipation.
"like a bolt of lightning," bragged Graham. "Wailing and reeling. Her whole body convulsed. It was a wonder to behold. I came moments later, filling her with my hot, fluid seed, spilling gobs of cum on her pubic hair, her belly, her breasts and her face in a desperate search for her succulent mouth. Finally, I managed to place my spurting shaft between her yawning lips and spewed the last of my semen on her wagging tongue."
Graham paused and Lola withdrew her hand from her damp panties. "And that was just the beginning of your affair," she remarked.
"I suppose it was an affair," Graham conceded. "Although, at the time, there was no distinguishing between an affair and therapy."
"Therapy for her, perhaps. For you, it was probably just an affair," Lola cynically concluded.
Graham smiled wistfully. "In retrospect, I think it was the other way around."
"Who needed who?"
"I thought we both needed each other."
"What changed your mind?"
"The last time we were alone together," said Graham, his smile melting as he reflected on the memory.
"Tell me about it," Lola gently encouraged.
"Well, you see, Jennifer and I continued our intimacies for several sessions until I finally began to realize that our relationship was anything but professional and, in fact, quite dangerous. I tried to break it off as gently as possible, but only succeeded in aggravating her. After much intense discussion about the situation, Jennifer reluctantly agreed to stop seeing me, but on one condition-that I spend one last weekend alone with her at a cabin in Vermont."
"And you agreed?" smirked Lola, shaking her head.
"It seemed like a reasonable request. The part of me that listened to reason saw it as an opportunity to end the affair peacefully. The part of me that enjoyed having sex with her looked forward to one final, unforgettable encounter."
"And Jennifer didn't disappoint you, did she?"
"No. It was an idyllic weekend. We made love morning, noon and night for three days. The highpoint of our rendezvous came on Saturday evening when we coupled before a roaring fire. I'll never forget it-I was stretched out on the floor, completely nude, watching as she shed her dressing gown, garbed only in a red lace garter belt and stockings. The sight of her beautiful body made my manhood rise with eager anticipation. She knelt down beside me and took me in her hand, running her soft, smooth fingers up and down the length of my titillated tool. Then, while she jerked my prick with her fist, she gently fondled my balls with her other hand, sending shivers of desire through my entire body.
"As I closed my eyes, I felt Jennifer's mouth upon mine, her erect nipples grazing my chest as she bent down. Her kiss was as sweet as honey, her tongue tenderly prying apart my lips. As her hand continued to yank my flexing phallus, she kissed and licked my face, her lips gliding across my cheek, her teeth tugging on my ear lobes, her swirling tongue seeking every erogenous zone. It drifted from my neck to my chest, circling each of my nipples, slashing my belly en route to my writhing crotch and its towering monument of lust.
"She swabbed my throbbing totem until it was drenched in her saliva. Then, holding it erect and steady, she enveloped my cock with her juicy lips. I moaned deliriously as she slowly and deeply sucked my hefty hard-on, her head bobbing up and down, her gluttonous mouth devouring my meat from head to balls.
"Then Jennifer swung her leg over and straddled me in the classic 69 position. I needed no encouragement as she lowered her fragrant pussy within reach of my eager tongue. As my groping hands fondled her writhing buttocks, I wantonly serviced her scintillating snatch, whipping her wet muff into a frenzy and stimulating her clitoris. She answered each sweeping stroke of my passionate tongue with her own succulent mouthful of pulsating prick, pleasuring my wad with her luscious lips.
"My face reeked of her vaginal juices, yet I wallowed in Jennifer's gash gravy with wild abandon, grinding my mouth against her gaping labia, tormenting her hot twat spot with the serpentine tip of my flicking tongue. Her red nylons chafed my cheeks, but my skin tingled to the sensation. I was like a crazed man sweetly savoring the delectable depths of her cunt.
"Evidently, my internal probing proved too intense for Jennifer. She disengaged herself, panting breathlessly. But no sooner had she paused than the craving for my cock possessed her once again. This time, she mounted my crotch and guided my looming member into her snug, vibrant pussy. She rode me as if I were a wild stallion, springing from her knees, bouncing up and down and swiveling her hips to churn my throbbing manhood in her saucy love oven. As she pumped her horny pussy, I reached up and grabbed her sumptuous tits. They were like putty in my hands. I squeezed them and teased them, taking her budding nipples between my fingertips and tugging on them until she squealed with pleasure.
"Then I sat up, so I could nurse on her bosom while she continued squirming, grinding her groin against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and sucked one tit at a time, coveting her writhing body in my fevered embrace. Gradually, I urged her backwards until I was on top. She lifted her legs in the air to allow deeper penetration and I seized her ankles, holding her legs apart while I plowed her plush pussy with my rigid rod. Down and in my relentless ramrod plunged, piercing the tender lips of her cunt and slicing deep into its creamy core. As I furiously fucked my sinfully submissive mistress, she held her tits in her hands and offered me another sample of her throbbing nipples which I generously, gluttonously sucked.
"Resting her ankles against my shoulders, I leaned forward until my hips were slamming against the back of Jennifer's thighs, driving my dick deeper than ever into her cavern of lust while my mouth greedily ravished her jutting jugs. Stretched beyond endurance, Jennifer's stockings began to shred and guttural cries of ecstasy escaped from her throat as I fucked my demanding cock in and out, in and out, in and out, faster and faster.
"And then ... I exploded inside of her, coming at exactly the same moment she did. Clutching her tits and clenching my teeth, I let loose the first blast of jizm from my embedded cannon, a generous dose she gratefully absorbed. But then it was she who begged and pleaded for a mouthful of my hearty phallic brew. Accommodating her request, I withdrew my sticky wicket from her quivering twat and buried it in her mouth, coating her throat with a second spurt so abundant that it oozed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down to her chin before she had a chance to swallow its bulk.
"I cradled her head in my hands, tenderly feeding her the rest of my bittersweet essence, momentarily entertaining the notion of prolonging the affair, perhaps even marrying the woman. Anything to sustain the pleasure. Anything to fuck her again. For at that moment, that one, irrational moment, I was truly happy."
"But it didn't work out that way, did it?" said Lola.
"No," Graham sighed. "A few days later, Jennifer confronted me in my office with a startling revelation. The rendezvous had been a setup. Our liaison had been photographed and videotaped. She threatened to expose our relationship unless I paid her $100,000."
"Blackmail?"
"Pure and simple. At first, I refused to pay, warning her that I'd press charges. She simply laughed in my face, told me to go right ahead and tell the police. She would deny she ever asked for money and I would be ruined anyway. We compromised on $50,000, but the story leaked to the press just the same. There was an uproar and I nearly lost my license. The whole sordid affair was in the tabloids for weeks. The whole question of doctor and patient affairs became a topic on all the talk shows. My reputation and practice suffered. I had to lay low for a while, then leave New York and resettle where the case hadn't made screaming headlines."
"So you came to South Florida to hang your shingle," Lola gloated.
"And to start over," Graham confirmed. "No one seemed to know or care about the affair down here. No one, that is, but you. What's your connection?"
"I was visiting New York when the shit hit the fan," Lola explained. "I found the whole affair rather titillating-the idea of a respectable psychoanalyst fucking his patient. I even tried to get in touch with you. But, understandably, you were incommunicado. I kept your name filed away in the back of my mind until recently, when I happened to be visiting a business associate in this building and noticed it on the directory in the lobby."
Graham laughed bitterly. "You mean to say, all of your visits have been nothing more than an attempt to satisfy your curiosity?"
"There was more than my curiosity to be satisfied, Doctor," claimed Lola, regarding him suggestively with her sultry eyes. "I sought you out because I knew you were a man with a weakness, a weakness I intend to exploit."
"You don't know me," scoffed Graham. "You think you do, but you don't."
"On the contrary. Dr. Graham, you're an easy man to read," Lola contended, getting up from the chair and walking over to the door. "In fact, you're quite naked in my eyes. For instance, I'll bet you haven't had a relationship with another woman since Jennifer Matthews. Which is not to say you don't have the inclination. You're just afraid of getting involved, of being vulnerable. You don't want to get hurt again, so you've insulated yourself. You probably masturbate all the time, beat your meat to elaborate fantasies, but never allow yourself to be touched by anyone else. I'm right, aren't I?"
Graham looked away, unable to reply, thereby confirming Lola's scathing assumptions.
"There's only one cure for what ails you, Doctor," said Lola, suddenly locking the door.
Graham eyed her nervously. "What are you doing?"
"Taking charge," Lola replied, moving to the desk and playfully swiveling in Graham's chair. "I'll be the doctor, you be the patient. You and I are going to try a little ... therapy."
"Oh, no," said Graham, shaking his head emphatically. "I'm not going to let it happen again."
"It's already happening," said Lola, rising from the chair. She started unfastening the top button of her blouse as she drifted toward him.
"Don't," Graham implored lamely. "Please. I won't let it happen again ... "
Ignoring his half-hearted pleas, Lola slowly undid each of the remaining buttons. One by one, they popped open, gradually exposing the supple richness of her brimming cleavage. Daintily, she unsnapped the cuffs of her blouse and coaxed the silky garment from the tight waistline of her skirt. Uninhibitedly, she shrugged her shoulders and peeled the blouse down her arms.
Helplessly entranced, torn between temptation and fear, Graham could only stir uneasily, gulping at the sight of her sexy, black lace bra. There was no stopping her now-or himself. He had neither the will nor the strength to resist. Surrender was inevitable. She was clearly in control.
Lola draped the blouse over the arm of the leather chair, then casually unbuckled her belt. Reaching behind her, she slowly unzipped her leather skirt and, with a flick of her thumb, released a single clasp. The taut garment fell around her ankles and she stepped out of the pile one shapely leg at a time. As Graham had secretly hoped, she was wearing a black lace garter belt, dark nylon stockings and a skimpy pair of bikini panties. The unmistakable titillation on his face and the telltale bulge in the crotch of his trousers brought a sly smile of satisfaction to Lola's lips.
"You've dreamed of this, haven't you?" she asked, removing one bra strap from her shoulder. "You've laid in bed at night and jerked off imagining it," she mercilessly taunted, lowering the other strap. "Haven't you, Doctor Graham?"
Graham bit his quivering lip.
"Haven't you?! " Lola demanded.
"Yes!" Graham snapped back, squeezing his eyes shut in shame. When he finally opened them, he saw Lola reaching behind her to unhook the bra, as if rewarding him for his admission. As the bra fell to the floor, Graham stared in awe at Lola's magnificent tits. They were bigger and more beautiful than he had imagined-full, firm and exquisitely proportioned.
"Now let's see your dick," Lola suddenly demanded. Graham gaped at her audacity. "Come on!" Lola order impatiently. "Whip it out."
Timidly, Graham unzipped his fly and released his throbbing member. Fully dressed except for his exposed schlong, he never felt so naked in his life.
"Yes," Lola hissed approvingly. "Nice and big. Just the way I like 'em." She then looped her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and drew them down her thighs. Graham's cock flexed involuntarily as she lifted one long leg at a time, providing an enticing glimpse of her sparsely shrouded pink pussy.
Lola impulsively flung the panties across the room and they landed like a parachute on Graham's chest. "Feel them," she commanded. "Smell them."
Obediently, Graham rubbed the soft undergarment against his cheek, then pressed it to his nose. The scent of her perfume and cunt made his senses reel.
"Now take your cock in your hand and stroke it," Lola instructed, as she herself put her forefinger in her mouth, wet it and then applied it to her twat. "Don't be shy," she coaxed him, gently massaging her moist clit. "I want to watch you beat your meat."
Graham hesitated, too self-conscious to readily comply. But watching Lola work her own dexterous digit in and out of her scintillating snatch was enough of an inducement. Soon enough, with phallus firmly in fist, Graham vigorously tugged on his looming manhood, gazing intently at Lola's luscious love hole and craving its creamy depths. He finally had been stripped of his inhibitions. All that was left was lust and desire and the heart-pounding realization that he was about to
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lola paused alongside the couch, then provocatively lifted her left leg over Graham and planted the spiked heel of her shoe on the couch beside his head. With her crotch hovering over his face, Graham was granted a breathtaking view of Lola's succulent snatch. Using her index and middle fingers, she enticingly traced the tender, pouting pink lips of her pussy, then pried them apart, exposing her juicy clit. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she teased mercilessly. "Eat me."
Irresistibly compelled, Graham sat up and brought his mouth within inches of Lola's savory slit. He hesitated a moment, the warmth of his breath against her meaty morsel sending shivers of anticipation through Lola's body. The aroma of her sex was intoxicating. Unable to hold back any longer, Graham passionately pressed his lips against the hairy mouth of her cunt and drew forth his eager tongue. It slithered like a snake into Lola's ravishing recesses. scouring the rim of her vaginal orifice and sliding smoothly up and down the length of her luscious labia.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned with instantaneous pleasure. "That feels nice. Lick it. That's right. Lick it nice and easy. like a lollipop."
Burying his face in Lola's delectable muff, Graham did as he was told, slowly lapping her lusty love box, tantalizing her tasty twat with his surprisingly skillful tongue. "Oh, yeah, baby!" Lola shuddered, stroking his hair and grinding her groin. "Suck that pussy, baby! Eat it out! Lick my clit! Lick it good!"
Resting his cheek against Lola's inner thigh, Graham used just the tip of his tongue to flick her little love button. It was more than enough to trigger spasms of intense pleasure. "Ah!" she gasped, quivering with ecstasy. "Honey ... that's it. That's it! That's the spot! Do it to me! Yeah! You're getting me so hot! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!"
Graham did better than that. He thoroughly slashed her gash and dragged his tongue from one end of her sweet meat to the other, from the tip of her inflamed clitoris to the pit of her drooling orifice. It twisted its way like a corkscrew into her horny hole and twirled around the flashpoint of her elusive G spot. Then Graham's probing tongue drove her to even higher levels of carnal rapture.
Weak with pleasure, but more than hot-to-trot, Lola urged Graham to lay back, then straddled his shoulders and smothered his face with her greedy cunt. "Eat it!" she demanded. "Suck my hungry pussy!"
As he wallowed in her wet crotch, Graham tried to caress Lola's writhing flesh, running his hands up and down her stockinged thighs, groping for the cheeks of her ass, only to have her pin his wrists to the couch and grind her insatiable twat against his helpless, gaping lips. "I said, eat me!" she insisted. "Make me come with your tongue!"
A willing slave to her desire, Graham sucked on Lola's succulent sugar lips and feverishly feasted on her demanding clit. His frantic tongue-lashing drove her crazy as he slid his passionate tongue in and out, up and down, around and around and around. Lola squealed with delight, gyrating her pelvis.
The next thing Graham knew, Lola was loosening his tie, tearing open his shirt, buttons popping in every direction. Then she was kissing his bare chest, her lips racing from one nipple to the other, licking his flesh, exploring his body with her mouth. It gave Graham a chance to catch his breath, his face reeking of Lola's bittersweet love juices, his loins throbbing with desires of their own.
Slowly but surely, she worked her mouth down to Graham's belly. There, while titillating his navel with her naughty tongue, Lola unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers, meticulously stripping him above and below the waist. She then closed her fingers around Graham's stiff prick and jerked him off with her clenched fist.
"like that?" Lola asked playfully.
"Yeah," Graham responded. "But I'd like it even better if you'd ... "
"If I'd what?"
"You know," he muttered shyly. "No. Say it," Lola insisted. "Suck my cock," he blurted. "Hmm," Lola smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
Holding his rigid rod steady with one hand and using her other hand to massage his balls, Lola brought her lips within an inch of Graham's towering tool and extended her delicate pink tongue to swab its bulging head. Soon, she was licking the long, thick neck of his monolithic manhood, kissing her way up and down its taut, veiny shaft, prolonging the unbearable anticipation until Graham thought he'd jump out of his skin.
Finally, she took him into her mouth, devouring his phallus whole. And as Lola's lips closed like a vise around his throbbing tentacle, Graham grunted in ecstasy. She proceeded to give him a small sample of what she considered her greatest talent.
Graham boldly coaxed her. "Suck it. Eat it."
Lola giggled with wicked glee, then continued to suck his dick like it had never been sucked before, bobbing her head up and down, gobbling his gourd from top to bottom again and again and again. "Oh, yeah!" Graham sighed as she sucked on his bloated balls as well. And as Lola lavishly licked Graham's testicles, his prick flexed uncontrollably.
Then Lola turned around so that she was on all fours facing forward. Looking over her shoulder, she sneered at Graham, "Why don't you make yourself useful and lick my ass?" Her wish was his command. While Lola continued servicing his potent python, Graham clutched her garter straps and eagerly applied his lips to the gaping crack between her scrumptious buns, thoroughly saturating her asshole with his drooling tongue.
Lola rubbed the blunt head of his slick dick against her wet lips. "I'll bet your cum tastes real good. I love the taste of jizm. I want to make you come in my mouth. Then I want to swallow it," she moaned, taking him into her mouth again, sucking him even harder and faster than before, moving her head up and down, up and down, driving his prick in and out, in and out until Graham was about to explode.
Then she abruptly stopped, turned around and said with a smile, "But not just yet."
Graham squirmed in frustration, yearning for her mouth. "You fucking cockteaser," he hissed.
"Don't fret, sweetheart," Lola told him, titillated by his belligerent attitude. "It's my pussy that's hot for your big cock."
Relieved, Graham quipped, "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets."
She mounted him, straddling his hips and guiding his horn of plenty into her abundantly lubricated love hole. "Oh," she cooed approvingly, accepting all nine inches of his throbbing tool. "A perfect fit."
Graham was inclined to agree. While Lola pumped her pussy up and down his riveting rod, he reached up and fondled her huge, supple breasts. They filled his hands like ripe melons, her jutting nipples as hard as bullets between his tweaking fingertips.
Springing from her knees, Lola rose and fell, her garter straps flexing as her cunt slid smoothly along the entire length of his monumental erection. Titillated to the touch, Lola leaned forward and fed him one tit at a time. Graham gluttonously sucked on her gorgeous nuggets, tugging her nipples with his teeth.
Graham then groaned, "I can't wait to fuck your ass!"
"Ha! And what makes you think I'm gonna let you fuck me in the ass?" Lola defiantly snickered, smacking his face with her titties for good measure.
Suddenly, and to Lola's utter surprise, Graham toppled her from her perch and let her fall to the floor. Stunned, she looked up and saw Graham standing over her, his angry red cock pointed at her face. "Control," he intoned with a cold smile. "Remember? That's what makes it so good."
Without a word, Lola submissively crawled onto the couch and assumed the doggie position. "That's more like it," muttered Graham, kneeling behind her. "Now spread your ass, you horny bitch!"
Aroused by his uncharacteristic assertiveness, Lola gladly indulged her lusty lover, resting her cheek against the couch and reaching behind her to pry apart the cheeks of her bulging buttocks.
Gloating with smug satisfaction, Graham took his rigid rod in hand and guided its spearhead to the threshold of Lola's tiny orifice. Gently, he pressed the tip of his turgid tool against Lola's tender pink porthole of pleasure and gingerly plugged its bulbous knob into the narrow socket of her anus. Once engaged, he placed his hands on her waist, gripped her flesh and lunged forward, injecting the entire length of his potent shaft deep into Lola's anal cavity inch by inch.
"Ohhh!" moaned Lola.
Graham grunted, reining her garter straps and slamming his hips against Lola's plump rump. Firmly embedded in her back door, he jerked his pelvis back and forth, propelling his phallus in and out with authority. Sweetly savoring the sensation of being deeply wedged in her asshole, Graham pulled out halfway, then in again, out again, in again. The more he butt-fucked her, the smoother and easier it became as Lola's bum hole dilated to accommodate the riveting radius of his penetrating prick.
"Ah, yeah!" she gasped, grinding her buttocks as Graham fucked her snug little rump hole. "Give it to me! Gimme that big dick! Come on! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good!"
Tugging on the garter belt, Graham pumped and swiveled his pelvis, delving deeper and deeper into her tight tunnel with his wicked prong, humping and humbling his incurably horny lover with his darting dipstick. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" he groaned and grunted, fucking her hot hole.
"Ream me, baby!" Lola wailed, shaking her tail. "I want that dick! I want it all! Every fucking inch! Go on! Gimme that meat!"
Bending over, Graham grabbed Lola's dangling jugs and fondled them. She lifted her head in ecstasy, allowing him to slide his wet tongue in her ear, which sent shivers up and down Lola's spine.
"I'm gonna fuck more than your ass, honey!" Graham promised her. "Gonna fuck your tits and your pussy! Gonna fuck you till you come! Then I'm gonna come inside you and all over you! I'm gonna bathe you in my jizm! Gonna make you swallow it, babe! Gonna make you suck every drop out of my cock!"
"Oh, yeah!" Lola cried. "Do it, baby! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Graham pulled out of Lola's asshole and entered her juicy pussy, which was almost as tight, impaling her to the balls with his taut torpedo of lust. Glad to have a hard hunk of meat where it really counted, Lola rose to a kneeling position and wrapped her arms around the back of Graham's neck. Writhing with passion, he cupped his hands around her tits and ran his mouth across her shoulders and up her neck, his gyrating pelvis churning his cock inside of her. sliding up and in. in and out, around and around and around.
Lola whimpered as one of Graham's hands pinched her nipples and the other reached down to massage her neglected clit. She was so aroused that her inner thighs were drenched with her vaginal juices, her flesh on fire with desire.
Impulsively, Graham grabbed Lola by the hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her, his slobbering mouth ravenously meshing with hers, their tongues tangling. Graham's passion was even more intense than Lola's wild, forbidden, desperate. As his fingers tantalized her red-hot clit, Graham drove his stiff prick harder and faster than ever into Lola's gaping gash, slipping and sliding through her torrid tunnel of love.
"I love your cock!" purred Lola deliriously.
"Oh, yeah?" Graham replied, flicking her ear with his teasing tongue.
"Yeah ... "
"Good," he chuckled wickedly. "Cause you're going to get a whole lot more of it."
With that, Graham withdrew his cock from Lola's tantalizing twat, turned her over and made her lie flat on her back. He then mounted her torso, straddling her belly, took her tits in his hands and pushed them together. With his cock wedged firmly between Lola's jutting jugs, Graham began to move back and forth.
"Oh, yeah!" said Lola enthusiastically. "Fuck my titties!" She covered his hands with hers, pressing her boobs against his sliding shaft, greeting the surging crown of his meat with her gaping, drooling mouth. With each thrust of Graham's hips, Lola lashed his love tool with her flicking tongue, truly titillating him as he heartily humped her husky hooters.
"Lick that dick!" Graham commanded, his ass rubbing against her belly, his balls pounding against the mounds of her firm breasts, his ramrod squeezing through her tight cleavage, arching up and over her chin, spearing her lips and plunging several inches into her warm, wet mouth. "Oh, yeah!" he groaned as Lola's snapping lips nibbled on his bounding boner. "Suck it, babe!" he fiercely demanded, grabbing her by the hair. "Eat that meat! Eat it!" He then plunged his manhood down Lola's throat, grunting with unbearable pleasure as she impetuously sucked his mouthwatering member.
"Ah-huh, that's right," Graham panted, stroking her face as Lola siphoned his succulent dick.
Lola sucked him long and hard, pausing only to lick his balls and roll his juicy cock around and around in her mouth. Then, without any encouragement from Graham, she sucked him some more, all the while moaning deliriously as his throbbing shaft slid back and forth between her taut, rounded lips and down her gulping gullet.
"Want me to fuck your pussy now?" he asked. "Want me to make you come again? Huh?"
"Yeah!" said Lola, rubbing her chin against his wet cock and squirming beneath him with eagerness.
"I'll bet you would, you hot, horny little hussy," he taunted. "The question is, how bad do you want it?"
"Real bad," said Lola, playing along.
"I'm not convinced," Graham teased. "If you really want it, you've got to beg for it. You've got to tell me what you want and where you want it. You've got to make me believe it, baby. Come on ... beg!"
"Please, baby!" Lola pleaded, lifting her ass off the couch, her eager beaver desperately seeking his throbbing muscle of love. "I want it! I want it bad! I want your cock! I want your big, hard dick between my legs! I want you to stick it in my pussy! I want you to fuck my cunt! I want to feel you inside of me! I want you to fuck me hard! Fuck me until I come! Oh, baby, I want your cock so bad! Please fuck me! Please, baby, please! Fuck me now! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Without further delay, Graham lowered his body onto hers and wedged his hips between Lola's gaping thighs, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible. He was about to insert his flaming cock into her eager beaver, but paused to relish the moment. He looked down at Lola and grinned gloatingly. "You put it in," he salaciously suggested.
"With pleasure," Lola murmured, closing her fist around Graham's shaft and guiding his jutting love pole into the moist recesses of her hot, hungry snatch, hissing with exquisite delight as his rock hard meat squeezed into her taut, throbbing chamber of ecstasy.
"Ah!" gasped Graham, wrapping his arms around Lola's waist and plowing a path deep into her plush pussy, determined to fuck the living daylights out of her. As he set his pelvis in motion, weaving back and forth, in and out, Graham pressed his lips against Lola's in a passionate kiss. Lifting her stockinged legs and wrapping them around his waist, Lola sucked on Graham's tongue and raked his flesh with her fingernails.
He fucked her slow and easy at first, digging in deep, swiveling his hips, thrusting to the quickening rhythm of their pounding hearts.
Then he screwed her harder and faster, building momentum, grinding his belly against hers, suckling at her breast. Soon enough, his cock and her pussy were engaged in a savage tug-of-war, their genitals inflamed, sweat seeping from every pore, their restless, writhing bodies wrestling with unbearable pleasure.
The next thing Lola knew, her legs were being hoisted straight up in the air. Clutching her ankles, Graham spread them as wide apart as possible, the better to penetrate her yawning slit. His teeth were clenched with determination, his sinewy muscles rippling as he pounded his groin against hers, harpooning her red-hot pussy with his relentless rod. She watched and quivered as his jackhammer of a prick repeatedly plumbed the creamy depths of her luscious cunthole, sliding in and out, in and out, again and again and again, her stockings beginning to run and her garter straps stretched the breaking point.
"Are you ready to come?" asked Graham, resting her calves against his chest, leaning forward and bending her legs back. "Are you ready for the best I've got to give?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lola shouted in his face. "Give it to me, baby! Drive it all the way home! Make me come again! Set my cunt on fire! Do it! Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Clutching her tits hard, Graham banged Lola with the fury of ten horny lovers, pouncing and prodding, grinding his meat in her scorching love oven faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper with each devastating thrust, until he made her come.
Moments later, Graham came with a flourish of his own, burying his face between her heaving tits and unleashing a deluge of love lava deep in Lola's womb.
As Graham's oozing jizm overflowed her quivering cunthole, Lola lowered her legs and frantically begged him for a taste.
Graham did not deprive Lola of the savory treat she so emphatically desired. Straddling her shoulders and holding her face in his hands, he served up a mouthful of hearty beef hard-on and its heady brew, grunting and groaning with satisfaction as the suction of her puckered lips triggered yet another generous blast of semen.
Lola moaned as his milky essence poured faster than her gulping gullet could wolf it down. Yet Lola sucked his boner dry and wasted not a drop, clinging to his thighs until they both collapsed with exhaustion onto the couch.
It took a long time for the panting to subside, but when Lola and Graham finally caught their breath, they cuddled like a pair of honeymooners. "Well," sighed Graham, basking in the afterglow, "now that that's over, I guess I'll never see you again."
"Don't count on it, Doc," Lola replied, drawing little circles on his chest with her fingernail. "You may be cured, but-thank goodness-I'm not."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you won't be getting rid of me that easily. In case you hadn't noticed, we just had one hell of a great session. This is the kind of 'therapy' I've always needed."
"Yeah, but ... I thought you were the kind of girl who prefers new challenges, hardly a one-man woman."
"Now I realize that it was never a question of quantity, but quality," said Lola. "And after what we just did, I don't see how it could get much better."
"I'm flattered," Graham murmured, nibbling on her ear.
"You should be," she playfully boasted. "I'm the best you ever had."
"Well, there was this woman in New York...." he teased.
"Forget her," Lola advised. "From now on, it's just you and me. Think you can handle it."
"I'm willing to try."
"Good," said Lola, giving his flaccid cock an
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