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 {ASS} Nancy and the Counselor <*> {Tomanon} (MF cons)

   Author's note: The following story is a work of erotic fiction.  If you
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   Nancy and the Counselor

   Since I had only been working as a counselor and therapist for three
years, I was determined to please my clients and build up my practice. 
After all, the clients were what paid the rent.  Aside from that, I had
always had a heart for helping others, and this seemed to be the most
fitting profession for me.  Both my undergraduate work at Penn and my
Master's studies at NYU were preparing me for the profession.  Now nearly
thirty, I considered myself an up-and-comer, since friends told me I had
the looks, body, and brain to be a real success.

   My office isn't like those of the psychiatrists you might think of, with
a leather couch for the patient to lie on while the therapist takes notes.
It looks more like a comfortable living room, with an Oriental rug, desk,
easy chairs, sofa, and a coffee table to make my clients feel at home.

   Most of my clients had the sort of minor "hang ups" that seemed almost
pitiful to someone who had never really faced adversity.  But some were a
real pleasure to work with.

   I always looked forward to Nancy Connelly's visits to my office.  She is
close to forty, but looks ten years younger, and has kept herself in
wonderful shape and has a warm, outgoing personality.

   She had been named vice president of a local advertising agency five
years ago.  Since the job included personal contact with their clients, she
was always well-groomed, and had an easy, charming personality.  Why she
suffered from low self-esteem had not yet been determined.

   Helen buzzed me to announce that she had arrived for her appointment.  I
told her to send her in, and that she could leave for the day since this
was my last counseling appointment.

   As always, Nancy looked stunning with her short curly blonde hair, tan
linen skirt and blue blazer with a white oxford cloth blouse.  It bulged in
all the right places.  Everything about her was neat and tidy, and she
would have been at home in the all the best places.

   Nancy seemed a bit tense when she came in, so I asked, "Is there
anything unusual bothering you this week?"

   "Well, I have had this recurring fantasy that I just can't seem to get
off my mind."

   "OK," I replied, "sometimes it is helpful to act out a fantasy.  When it
isn't as it seemed to be in your imagination, sometimes it goes away.  We
have done this before, and it seemed to help you."

   "Acting it out might be hard, since it involves you."

   "Well, that shouldn't be a problem.  Let's see how it works out.  Why
don't you set the scene and we can do a little play-acting.  You know how
role-playing works, we act out the fantasy."

   She seemed a bit embarrassed, and said, "Well, it starts with you
standing right behind me and helping me off with my blazer."

   "No problem.  Like this?"

   "Exactly", she replied.  "Then I have you rub my neck and shoulders to
relax me."

   As I leaned over, I could smell a faint whiff of floral perfume.  I
spent a few minutes giving her a gentle massage, when she reached up and
pulled my hands down over her shoulders and pressed them to her tits.  I
was a bit uncomfortable, but couldn't resist giving them a squeeze.  She
started to moan softly,

   "Please keep it up.  It's exactly as I expected so far."

   How could I resist?  As I kneaded her tits, she moved back toward me
until our bodies were touching.  There was no way she could miss the stiff
cock that was trying to poke through my pants.  She wriggled against me,
then began unbuttoning her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.  Now I
was squeezing her luscious tits through a filmy plain white net bra, gently
squeezing her nipples, which were now erect.

   To my surprise, she reached back behind her, and began to squeeze my
erect cock through my pants, slowly but firmly.  If it had been stiff
before, it was rock-hard now.

   "Are you sure you want to go on?" she asked.  How could I help myself,
with two handfuls of sweet, creamy tits, and a warm hand surrounding my
cock?

   I just murmured, and kept squeezing her tits and gently pinching her
nipples through the filmy bra.  She reached behind her to unsnap her bra,
and then let it slip off her arms.  Her tits were even more luscious
without the net bra, and now my cock was really jumping.  She had the tits
of a centerfold, something I hadn't really paid attention to in our
previous sessions.  She moved her hand up from my cock and pulled down my
zipper, then reached in and pulled it free.  It isn't a monster, but I have
had no complaints.  Where was all this going?  I wondered?

   Nancy quickly undid her zipper and dropped her skirt, to my surprise. 
My bare cock was now pressing against her ass against her white nylon
panties.  She opened her legs slightly, to let my cock press in between her
thighs, and pulled it up from the front so that it was pressing against her
crotch.  Even through her filmy panties, I could feel the heat and
moisture, even through the thin layer of nylon.

   She released me for a moment, and her white panties were the next to
drop.  She then reached down between her thighs, and dipped her finger in
her soaking pussy, then held it up to my lips.  The smell was enough to
drive me wild, and I took it in my mouth and sucked it to taste her cunt
juice.  I can't remember ever being so aroused.

   She then pulled my cock between her legs again, and started rotating her
pussy lips against it.  Her cunt juices made it slippery and warm.

   With her fingers, she slowly eased the tip of my cock barely into her
dripping cunt, while she worked on her clit with her other hand.  Who would
cum first, I wondered, since my foreskin was being rolled rhythmically back
and forth by her cunt lips?

   Without a word, she turned around and started kissing me, thrusting her
tongue deeply into my mouth.  When I responded, she began to suck my tongue
as if it was my cock, and I thought I would explode before going any
further.

   She loosened my belt and let my pants and shorts fall to the floor, then
unbuttoned my shirt, which I shrugged off.  Her mouth went down from my
lips to my nipples, and then her tongue began to trace circles down my
stomach.  As she knelt down in front of me, she pulled my willing cock into
her mouth, and began giving quick flicks of her tongue to the bottom of its
head.  She was obviously no amateur at cocksucking.  She knew when to suck,
and when to hold off to keep me from blowing my load.

   She moved over in front of the desk, and bent down with her elbows on
it, exposing not only her sweet, round ass cheeks, but also her bulging
pussy.  It was an invitation I couldn't refuse.  I stepped up behind her,
and directed my cock into her pleasure zone.

   She bent over allow me to push it fully in, then began squeezing it with
her cunt.  "Where had she learned this?" I wondered, but I didn't really
care.  I was in the middle of the best fuck of my life.

   While I was pumping her from behind, she pulled one arm free from the
desk, and began madly fingering herself.  I wondered if that was what she
had been doing when this was only a fantasy?

   "Higher," she said.  I was confused for a moment until she pulled off my
cock, and lowered herself down until it was pointing at her asshole.  Who
was I to complain?  The lubrication let it slid in easily to her tight
hole, which gripped me like a blood pressure cuff.  I started pumping her
slowly, then faster, until I was about to explode.  With each thrust, she
gave out a low satisfied moan of pure senuality.

   "Now it's my turn," she said, and turned and slipped onto the edge of
the desk with her knees apart.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to see
what she wanted, and I was eager to oblige.  I pulled up a chair and
started licking the inside of her creamy thighs, moving closer and closer
to her pussy, and its sweet aroma.

   I was no amateur, either, and began flicking my tongue back and forth on
her clit, sucking it, and alternately sticking it all the way into her cunt
and twisting it.  Apparently, she got what she had expected, since she
began moaning softly and squeezing her nipples while I worked on her pussy.
Before long, she had the kind of orgasm that couldn't be faked, and I kept
licking her pussy softly as her body shook with spasms.

   She then slipped off the desk and kneeled down on the Oriental rug, and
surrounded my throbbing cock with her full, eager lips.  As she sucked, her
hands gently massaged my balls, which were about to burst.  She had a
wonderful sense of timing, synchronizing her sucking with my now stronger
spasms.  As the first load of cum came shooting out, she took it in her
mouth, and then she moved back to allow the rest to squirt onto her bare
tits.  We were both exhausted, but fully satisfied.

   "You know that what we just did is really a violation of your
Professional Code of Ethics as a psychologist, don't you?"

   What could I say?  She was right.

   "Don't worry, I wouldn't think of reporting you."

   "That is, if we can have therapy sessions every Wednesday at four
o'clock."

   It was a bargain that I couldn't refuse.

   The End



   Disclaimer: Unprotected sex is fine in erotic fantasy, but can be deadly
in real life.