Zuz and I Explore Open Relationship

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My eyes are fixed ahead, my mouth pressed closed, my jaw tensed. Another day, another insane sexual experience. This time what had started as a relationship building trip to the gym, ended with my girlfriend riding my trainer’s cock right in front of me. As exciting as it was at the time, in the aftermath my mind raced, trying to process fully what had happened and what it meant. I looked over at my beautiful Czech girlfriend, who was staring blankly out the passenger side window. Her hair hung loosely down her back, and I realized that I could see dried cum under her ear. I had no idea who it belonged to.

“Jesus,” I said to myself, and looked back at the road. Weeks ago, we had been a pretty normal couple with a great, but relatively vanilla sex life. Now what were we? Who was I? Who was she?

I though back to the moment when his dick split her lips open as she sat on him, and wondered how she could do that to me less than an hour after we had agreed not to fuck anyone else. Days after our last group experience with unclear boundaries, all of which were pushed. And pushed in such a way that I was on the losing end of things. At the same time, I couldn’t deny what a turn on it was. Thinking about it now, how she looked as she was taking some guy’s dick, I could once again feel blood start to flow between my legs.

“JESUS,” I inadvertently repeated, more loudly this time. Zuzana turned to look at me, and I to her, her face unreadable. I opened my mouth to speak, but realized I didn’t know what to say, so closed it and turned back to look at the road.

I hear her shift, and then feel her soft hand gently cover mine on the stick shift. I look at her again, and I can see the emotion in her eyes. Tears form and she says in a rush, “Oh cookie, I am so so sorry for what happened. I don’t know what I was thinking, I wasn’t thinking, I was just doing. And I thought we are having fun, and I think you also were liking it. And I know we said no sex, but then it all just seemed to happen, and it was so fun. And I should not have let him have sex with me but..”

“You didn’t just let him, Zuzana. You fucked him.” I interrupted. My voice heated. I floored the peddle in a blind rage, feeling satisfaction as she gasped and clutched the seat cushion, the RPMs near the red zone. Growling, I hit the brake, watching Zuzana lurch forward against her seat belt in my peripheral vision, and pulling the car to the side of the road, tires screeching.

My knuckles white on the steering wheel, I whipped my head towards her and spat, “You fucked him! How could you do it? We literally just agreed that it wasn’t going to happen, you know I’m still fucked up from the last time, and now this? What the fuck!” Each phrase louder than the previous, I ended in a throaty yell.

Zuzana had sat back as I vented, and all I saw was pity in her eyes. I looked at my hands, which had risen up like a preacher at sermon as I ranted, palms open, and clenched them into fists, baring my teeth at her. I watched the pity turn to fear. I knew I would never hit her, but at that moment, I took some satisfaction in seeing that she thought I might.

She opened her mouth, but I cut her off, “I absolutely don’t want to hear whatever you’re about to say. I really don’t. Keep your slut mouth closed for once.” I immediately regretted saying it, and I found myself afraid that she was going to launch herself at me. Her eyes shot daggers at me, her mouth clenched, but she managed to control herself, and eventually broke our gaze, slumped dejectedly back into her seat. She sighed deeply and turning again to look out the window, her eyes glistening.

I looked at the dried semen on her neck again, gave my bulge a little rub, checked the mirrors, and then started home again. After five minutes of silence, I reached forward and turned on the radio, wanting to hear something other than my thoughts.

I glanced over at Zuz, and saw that she had her feet up on the seat now, as she leaned against the window. Her arms were between her legs, and I could see her hands grasped together and pressed against her crotch. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. I looked back at her hands, and was relieved to see they weren’t moving. She had fallen asleep, or at least was pretending to have.

Alone now with my thoughts, I tried to figure out how I felt. I knew for sure that I was pissed that she had broken her word. I also knew that the whole experience was a massive turn on. I knew from my porn habits that I was a kinky guy, but I never really thought of myself as being particularly bi. Why had I done what I had done, then? I wasn’t homophobic, and had zero problem with gay people, but I spent my whole life totally sure I was just your run of the mill straight guy.

“Jesus” I murmured. I honestly didn’t know if it mattered, but for sure I had a mess in my head that I couldn’t sort out right then. Fortunately, the drive was ending, and I pulled into a parking spot in front of our flat. I reached over, and gently touched my girl’s cheek. She really was beautiful. “Zuz? We are home..”

She inhaled sharply with a start, and then looked over at me. She clasped my hand against her cheek, and then pulled it down to her lips. She held them there, and silently apologized again with her beautiful eyes. I looked back, and felt the familiar feeling of love warm my chest. I glanced again at the cum, and said, “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

She kissed my hand before dropping it, “I was dreaming about shower.” She smiled gently, opening the door and gracefully exited the vehicle.

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My hand rested on the door knob of the bathroom, but I paused, feeling hesitant to enter. I listened to the shower running and stared at the door handle. We never had privacy during showers, but part of me wondered if she wanted to be alone? “Fuck that,” I responded to myself internally, and tried the door knob, which was unlocked, and entered the bathroom.

Steam greeted me as I entered, so I quickly shut the door behind me. Zuzana’s perfect form was visible as a shadow through the fogged glass. She stood with her back to the shower, her head tilted back as she rinsed soap from her locks, both hands on her head. Her breasts pointed proudly upwards, droplets of water on goose-pimpled nipples. I licked my lips, she had the perfect body. Already naked, I asked with my hand on the shower door, “Can I join you?”

“Come cookie, come.” Not needing any additional prompting, I opened the glass door and stepped into our large shower. I stepped forward, and put my hand on her hip, gently pulling myself to her, and buried my face against her neck, the shower raining down on me. I felt her arms embrace me, and we held each other like that for a long while.

Realizing my face was pressed right where the rogue cum had been, I snarfed, and then finally pulled back, looking at my girl. She cupped my face in her hands, and before I could speak, she said, “I love you cookie. I know I fucked up, but I love you. I only love you. I am yours. You are mine.” She squeezed me, “I’m sorry I am crazy, but you are my love.” Not giving me a chance to respond, she came forward again, her slippery body pressed against mine, and she kissed me.

She tasted of toothpaste and water, and I wrapped my hands around her slick body as we lost ourselves in each others mouths. I felt her slide one leg between mine, my cock, amazingly, responding to the contact of her thigh. She laughed and looked down at it, and then back at me, “You are amazing.” Looking down again, she gripped my still not entirely hard shaft, and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You are amazing too.”

She glanced at me cheekily, and then dropped down to her knees. Water poured down my body and hers, and I could honestly hardly feel it when she took me into her mouth. I ducked my head under the stream, and leaned forward, supporting myself with one hand on the wall and looked down, enjoying the view more than the sensation. I rested the other hand on the back of her head, and pulled her to me, feeling my cock continue to harden. I pushed forward and felt it slide down her throat. She moaned lustily, vibrating my shaft.

I flexed, feeling more blood fill my somewhat traumatized member. I ran my hand down to the back of her neck, and grabbed a handful of her wet hair. An image of her tongue reaching for cum dripping from my trainer’s cock flashed through my mind, and my grip tightened on her hair. I pushed forward more forcefully until I felt her gag.

She reached up with one hand, and pushed me gently, yet insistently back, and my dick exited her mouth. She took a breath, looking at me before back at my shaft and kissed the head, “I so love you. You are the most beautiful penis I have ever seen.” She closed her eyes, and tilted her head, pressing the shaft against her eyes. She bent down, lifting her head, and massaged herself with the underside now, and then pulled back to run the tip against her cheeks like some sort of fleshy beauty device. She opened her eyes, and looked up at me, “let’s finish, showering and go to bed no?”

I reached a hand down, which she grasped, and I lifted her up. She wiped the water from her face, and gave me a quick kiss, before turning her back to me, reaching for the shampoo. She pressed the crack of her ass against me, trapping my dick between us. I hummed appreciatively, and slid my hands down her back and rested them on her hips, gliding my shaft up and down between her slippery cheeks.

She laughed and leaned forward, loosely holding the soap down at her side and matched my motion. Her other hand clasped mine and we raised and lowered ourselves in unison. I raised my hands up and massaged her breasts, enjoying the sensations. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “You want to come now cookie? Or do you want to go play in bed?”

Watching my cock head appear and disappear between her cheeks, I wondered, but then said, “Just playing baby. I’m not going to come now.”

She turned then, and pressed herself forward, “Good, because you are still a dirty boy.” My dick pressed against her belly and she reached up and started to lather my hair with the soap she had apparently dispensed on her hands. I grinned at her, and looked down at her chest. I lean down and start kissing between her breasts, and then take a nipple into my mouth. I can hear her giggle, and then feel her hands press down on my head, guiding me down her body. I follow the waterfall downwards until I am on my knees, her pussy eye level with me.

The last time I saw it, cum was pouring from it onto my face. Now clean, it was still red and puffy, inflamed from the pounding she had taken. I flexed hard, and my cock jumped strongly at the memory. I leaned forward as she continued to massage my head, shampoo running down my face. I tongued her, not tasting anything but soap and water, but enjoying the slippery sensation. She spread her legs slightly to allow me more access, and I reached up to slip in a finger.

Zuz flinched slightly and pulled away, though, reaching down to stop me. “I think she needs a small rest, Cookie. We have to be gentle with her now.” I withdrew my hand, but continued gently tonguing her as she rinsed the soap from my head. I felt her shift and turn off the water. I looked up at her gently smiling face, and she reached her hand down to me, “Let’s go to bed no?”

She exited first, and had my bathrobe held open for me, which I happily slipped on. She remained naked, and hugged me tightly before turning her back to me to start her evening process. I brushed my teeth, creamed my face, kissed her neck, and went to wait for her in bed.

Unfortunately, my mind wasn’t as willing as my cock, and within second of my head hitting the pillow, I was asleep.

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The sound of the coffee grounder woke me the next morning and, after a stretch and a groan, I checked the clock and saw that it was already 8 o’clock. “Shit” I muttered to myself as I jumped out of bed, adrenaline coursing through my veins, realizing I hadn’t set any alarm. I had a 9am interview that morning, and it was a thirty minute drive to work. No lazy Monday with Zuzana.

I threw on some clothes, ran down the stairs and gazed longingly at the breakfast Zuzana had waiting for me. I gave her a kiss and said, “Thank you for this, but I’m so late, I really have to run. Let’s talk tonight OK? I love you baby.”

Not waiting for her response, I exited the flat and got into the car, praying the traffic wouldn’t be bad. I hate being late for meetings, and I was pretty excited about the interview. The company had finally grown to the size where I could justify hiring an executive assistant for myself, and last week we’d received an application from an twenty year old graduate from Portugal named Sofia. She seemed qualified, and the quick background check I’d done (checking her social media profiles) made her seem like a fun person. And yes, she was hot. Not that that mattered. But, yes, she was attractive.

I arrive to the office at five minutes to nine, and one of my guys tells me that she’s already waiting in the meeting room. I quickly grab a coffee and a copy of her resume and enter with a smile. She stands as I enter and she offers her small hand to me, which I take and warmly shake. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late, traffic was killer today!” I lied. “My name’s Micheal Bray, thank you for coming in” as I gave her a once over.

As I saw on Facebook, she’s very petite, and I notice she has gauge ear rings, a piercing in her lower lip, a pixie like face and short dark hair. She’s wearing a black dress shirt with short sleeves. Dark, form fitting jeans and black leather strapped shoes completed her outfit. I can see a sliver of skin between the bottom of her shirt and her pants, and notice she has tattoos on her hips. My grin freezes as I bring my gaze back up towards her face. She doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra, and I’m almost certain she has nipple piercings. Beautiful in such a different way to my girlfriend.

I see that her smile has turned to a slight smirk, and she raises her eyebrows. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Bray.” I take my hand back and gesture for her to sit back down. As I start my pitch about the company, she leans forward and I find it takes monumental will power not to look back down at her breasts. She’s whip smart, has a bubbly personality, and laughed at my jokes. By the end of the talk, I’m sure that she will improve the atmosphere and will certainly be up for the job.

As we stand up, I impulsively decide to just offer her the job immediately. With a loud whoop she rushes towards me and throws her arms around me in a hug. Not one of those lean forward at the waist hugs, either, no, she basically jumped into my arms. The feeling of her pert breasts against my stomach, and her belly against my belt, immediately causes some movement between my legs. I clear my throat, put my arms on her shoulders, and push her gently away from me, laughing. “I take that to mean you accept?”

She looks at my hand on her arm, and stops laughing immediately. She stepped back, and looked up at my shyly, chastised. “I’m sorry that I got so excited. It is how I am. I hope it won’t be a problem.” She looked down again, and I’m confused for a moment, wondering what happened to the Sofia I’d been talking to the previous hour.

“Hey it’s no problem at all! I’m a hugger too, no worries. I’m really glad you’re going to be with us, and I love you are so excited to join us. I’m excited too! Just be yourself, and I’m sure you’ll do great here. I’ll see you next week OK? Will send you an email with all the details.”

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“So how was work Cookie” Zuz asks me as we sit down for dinner. She cuts into her chicken and looks at me like whatever I’m about to say is the most important thing in the world. Clearly she was on her best behavior.

I grin at her and say, “It was great actually. I finally found someone to be my assistant.” Her eyebrows raised slightly as I continued, “College grad who just moved here from Portugal.” The memory of her body pressed against mine flashed through my mind, and I felt my face flush. I coughed and looked down at my chicken, muttering, “She seems great.” Smooth.

I looked back up at my girlfriend, and see the familiar jealous look in her narrowed eyes. She’s holding her fork loosely, her elbow on the table, a piece of chicken hanging uneaten on the prongs. “She seems great?” she repeated. “What is her name?” Her best behavior didn’t last long.

“Sofia.”

“Sofia what?”

I laughed falsely, trying to defuse the situation, “Oh come on Zuz baby, she’s just going to be a colleague. You don’t have to look at me like that.”

“What is her last name Micheal?”

I had barely finished saying her family name when Zuz had her phone out, searching on Facebook. “Oh yes Miku, she looks very talented.” She shook her head, looking up at me, “You are such a typical man. Hiring hot secretary so you can flirt all day. No, I say no. I do not approve of this.” She stared at me menacingly.

“Zuzana! What the hell? Yes, she’s not bad looking, but what? It means I can’t hire her?” My blood was boiling, and I continued harshly, “Get your head out of your ass. I’m professional at work, and you know that. Plus, I’m not the one who’s fucking everyone that fucking looks at me.” My rage was back in full force, but this time it was reflected right back at me.

“I am not you Mike. I do not like to watch my partner cheat like you do.” She snarled, and I gasped as if she’d hit me in the stomach. Cheat. She had cheated on me. Had she cheated on me? “And don’t tell me to shut up, I say what I want.” Her glare could kill.

“Well maybe you just haven’t watched me fuck the right one.” I shouted, not really making sense. I stood up, “You know what? Fuck this. You have no right to say shit to me Zuzana. I’m not the cheater in this relationship!” Conveniently not remembering what I had done with Nina at the party. “I’m going out.”

I saw the rage melt from her face, but it was too late, I was out of there. I heard her call weekly, “Miku, where you go? Don’t go.” As the door slammed behind me. I walked down the street, nearly running, my mind racing. This was bad, our relationship had never been like this. I hailed a cab and went to my local cocktail bar, drinking to get drunk. Not talking to anyone. Morose and alone. Not a good look.

By the time I stumbled home, Zuzana was asleep. I crawled into bed, fully clothed, unwashed, un-brushed, spinning and sad.

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It’s 10:30 am when I wake, my head pounding. I stumble down to the kitchen, and gulp down some lukewarm coffee. Looking at my phone, I see a message from Zuzana, “I am going shopping and then to gym with Nina. Enjoy your hang over stinky man.”

I drop the phone onto the kitchen table, and cradle my aching head, looking down at the text, reading it again. Is she mad? Stinky man could be playful, or it could be pissed. I had no idea. She’s going to the gym for the first time since the debacle, probably jealous and pissed at me. With Nina. I retched, suppressing the urge to puke. I wonder if I should go to the gym as well, but then see a notification on my phone. I have a meeting in thirty minutes.

I groan and slam the rest of the coffee. Grabbing a banana, I scarf it as I head to the shower. Thanks to a couple ibuprofen, I’m decent enough to join the meeting online.

I’m not able to focus at all though, my stomach churning, thinking about what’s going on at the gym. Despite feeling nauseous, my dick was also making it’s opinion known, as blood filled it once again. I knew I was fucked up and needed help.

I turned off the camera, barely listening to the team, and looked online for English speaking therapists in Prague. It didn’t take long to find something that looked suitable, and it had an online booking form. I’ve booked my appointment for the following week before the meeting ended.

I say goodbye, hoping I didn’t embarrass myself, and stumble to the bed to lie down. My head is throbbing, as is my dick. I unbuckle my pants, and bring it out. I open up a porn site, but before it even loads I have visions of Nina and Zuzana in the sauna with the trainers. I close my eyes and put the phone down. They are on their knees sharing their cocks. I stroke, moaning. I imagine Nina sixty-nining with my girlfriend as she’s penetrated from both ends. I realize I am about to come and sit up. What the fuck am I doing?

Just then I hear the lock turn in the door downstairs. I pull my pants up and buckle as quietly as I can, take a deep breath trying to compose myself, and walk downstairs. Zuz is bent over putting down her gym bag as I come into view, causing me to exhaled heavily. I take in the outline of her pussy lips through her tight light blue leggings. My dick pulses, realizing this is what she was wearing in the gym.

She turns to face me, her face flushed, I can see she didn’t shower after her workout. Her workout top pushes her breasts together, accentuating her cleavage. Her stomach muscles are defined after her workout, and I can see her abdomen from the bottom of her tits to the top of her vulva. If she hadn’t shaved, her bush would be on display. My dick is like a rock.

She licks her lips as she looks at me, her mouth hangs open. Her eyes capture mine as I stand frozen on the bottom step. Without a word she almost runs to me, throwing herself urgently against my rigid body, so hard that we both stumble as I fall backwards on to my ass. Undeterred, she mounts me, and kisses me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth. I feel her hands on my belt, as she frantically unpacks my cock. I grab her top and pull it up, her tits bounce free. I grab her nipples roughly, and moan into her mouth, “Seems like you enjoyed your workout.”

She finally releases me from my pants, and squeezes my pole hard enough to make me gasp, “You’re right. I did.” I continue pinching her nipples, and she my cock. A game of pain chicken, and I realize I’m going to lose. I release her tit with one hand and grab her behind the neck.

Pulling her down, “well enjoy this” I growl, which turns into a moan as her soft mouth takes me to the root, not resisting at all. Her head bobbing rapidly, it feels like she’s trying to suck my soul out via my dick hole. I release her other breast and run my hands down her back and into her leggins, grabbing her ass, but wanting more. I stand, and lean down further, my finger finding her pussy. It feels like she’s emptied a can of lube there. Wet like we’d been messing around for hours.

“What did you do Zuzana.” I feel the butterflies in my stomach, and the familiar feeling in my balls. “Did you fuck him again? Did you fuck them with Nina?” It’s too much, I was too close from jerking off earlier. My balls clench and I realize I’m about to blow. I can’t stop it. I squeak, “Is this his cum?” as my orgasm racks my body. I spasm and groan as I start to ejaculate, pushing myself as deeply as I can into her mouth.

I can hear her laughing on my dick as it spurts.

I pull my fingers out of her, capturing as much of the cum as I can. But I realize my fingers are clear. Wet, but clear. It’s just her. She’s just incredibly turned on. I look down, and see she has the head of my dick on her lips, rivulets still streaming from the tip onto her teeth and down her chin. She’s smiling, bright eyed. “You are crazy Miku.” She looked down at my twitching cock and welcomed it back into her hot, wet, mouth. I squirmed.

I’m bracing myself against the banister, trying not to collapse now, my orgasm finally subsiding. The shit men say right before they come could fill an eight hundred page tome of idiocy. Not my proudest cum shot to be sure, but at least she seemed to like it.

Zuzana stands up and climbs on to my stair, her body pressed against me, her skin rough with dry sweat. She looks at me with a dirty smile. “The only cum I have in me today is yours, Cookie.” Laughing, she kissed me, and I kissed back, still dazed. The now familiar taste of semen coating her lips and then mine acts as a smelling salt, bringing me back to reality. Still, her insistent tongue pressed forcefully into my mouth as a slippery reminder of how horny she still was. I reached down into her pants again, and massaged her clit from the front. It’s monsoon season in her tights, and they’re not up to the task of keeping it in check. She’s literally dripping through the fabric.

She pulls back from me and reaches up to collect the cum from her chin, “Do you wish it was someone else’s? That idea really made you come fast Cookie. Who’s cum do you wish this is?” she asked, holding her filthy fingers up near my face.

I stared at it and opened my mouth, feeling dirty and liking it. I want her to stick her fingers down my throat. She smiled devilishly, knowing she had me, but instead reaches down, smearing my cock in my own cum to use as lube as she jerks me. “Whose come do you want me to have in my mouth, hmm? I feel how hard you still are. I know you like it. You like when your girl is dirty don’t you.” She kissed me, her still sticky tongue darting into my mouth again. She reaches around and pulls my face down, offering me her chin. I moaned and kissed her face, not bothering to resist, and sucked her chin into my mouth.

“Maybe Kyle?” She paused and I felt her lips curl to a grin as I flexed my dick in her hand. “Did I say you that Kyle came with us to the gym with Nina?”

I groaned and she squeezed my cock, stroking it firmly. Laughing knowingly, “That’s right Miku. Are you sure you really want to know why I am so horny?” I continued to kiss her face and mouth, swapping cum as I fingered her. She must have taken my silence as agreement, because she continued, “We didn’t have trainers today. It was just me and Nina and Kyle. He is so strong Cookie. He helped me a lot today.” Her hand started stroking me faster, and I rubbed her more strongly as well.

She pushed me down again and turned to face away from me. Bending over, she spread her legs. “He watched me stretch like this.” She pressed her barely covered ass back to me and arched her back. Her entire backside was soaked with her juices, the smell of her sex potent and mesmerizing. She reached up and slid her tights down, and I saw why her pussy was so visible; she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “He liked watching, I know.” She lowered herself slowly, looking back over her shoulder at me, resting her bare ass on my abs, my dick slotted between her thighs and pressed against her pussy. Slippery, she started to masturbate me against herself, grinding her hips into me.

“He told me he liked my outfit. But he was so funny, he told me he liked me without my outfit even more and said we have to go to sauna.” I moaned and grabbed her breasts again, moving my hips trying to enter her. She slapped my cock-head, “Don’t be impatient, listen to my story.” she said sternly, and I stopped moving, letting her use me as a toy.

“I let him see me, but we were in the sauna, so that’s not cheating right Cookie?” I breathed shallowly, my stomach doing flip flops. She turned to look at me, her hand motionless on my dick, waiting. “Right?”

“Yeah, that’s not cheating baby.” I admitted, more to get her to keep stroking than anything else. Not thinking clearly, as always.

“Good boy, that’s right it’s not.” She continued stroking me against her clit, her breath coming heavier now. “And it wasn’t cheating when I told him that if I was naked, and Nina was naked, then he should also be. And that’s also OK, isn’t it.”

Her hand again stopped, and more quickly this time I answered, “Yeah, everyone should be naked in the sauna.” Her hand continued its administrations.

“He was sitting where are trainers were sitting last time, up at the top because he is weak. And Nina and I were next to each other like you and I were sitting. And it was so hot, and we were so sweaty. And I was hurting after the workout, so Nina gave me a little massage there. That’s OK isn’t it Cookie?”

This time I answered before she had a chance to finish speaking, “Yeah Baby, you and Nina can touch each other whenever and however you want” I moaned at the idea.

“Oh that’s so good that you say it Cookie. Because, well, it started as a massage, but Kyle really liked it. He was so funny and had such good ideas. And so we started kissing, and touching everywhere.”

“Wait what?” I said, “You were kissing Kyle?”

“No no silly, I told you I was a good girl. Me and Nina. We had a lot of fun showing off for him. I realize I really love sucking on tits.” I smiled at that one, thinking to myself that we have that in common.

“And what was Kyle doing?” I asked.

“Well what do you think he was doing” she asked, slyly, her voice low now, quavering. Her breath coming in gasps. Her hand moved faster now on my dick, rubbing directly on her clit. “He was jerking off that big dick of his. Oh he was so hard watching us Cookie. His cock looks so good, it looked so good that Nina went over to him before she made me cum and she sucked him. She kept saying, ‘come suck it with me Zuzi, it was so fun last time. You can fuck him, I don’t mind.'” She paused to moan loudly now, and looked back to pout at me. “But I didn’t do it because I love you Cookie. So I just watched what he did to her, and it got me so horny and I wanted it so bad.”

Her juicing were running freely from her now, soaking me from tip to balls. She put the tip of me inside her and groaned, “I love your dick Miku, you know I do.. But Kyle’s, oh… you should have seen what he did to Nina.” She rolled her hips on the tip of my cock, rubbing her clit now with her fingers. “I thought the police would come she was so loud. And he’s so strong how he fucks.” She groaned loudly at the thought, and as if to illustrate to me how it was, she slammed herself down on to my lap. We both gasped as I penetrated her fully. Thankful she didn’t break my dick in half.

From zero to a hundred, Zuza started bouncing up and down on my cock with a ferocity I’d never seen. Loud slaps as her ass repetitively hit my lap, she was loudly yelping with each penetration. Her orgasm was approaching quickly. “I want to be fucked like that.” she gasped. She looked over her shoulder at me as she bounced and met my gaze. Still slamming herself hard on my hardon, she yelped out one word each time she bottomed out. “I want you to watch him fuck me like that” and then closed her eyes and focused on her impending orgasm. I didn’t know if I should cry or come.

As always when she talks about Kyle, two forces fight inside me, a horrible jealousy and an unbelievable lust born from the taboo. The lust was winning once again. I wanted to see him fuck her as badly as she wanted to fucked.

Zuz was gasping in Czech now, the same phrase over and over and I clenched my jaw when I realized what it was. “I want his cock,” over and over. Her orgasm took her and she slammed down one last time, her pussy clenching so hard I winced in pain as my overused cock struggled to deal with the pressure. She ground her hips, unaware of my discomfort, her eyes closed, whimpering “I want his cock, I want his cock.”

The session with the therapist couldn’t come soon enough.

—

The address was for an area of Prague near the tourist center that I rarely went to. As I sat on the tram, my mind raced, wondering if I was wasting my time. I had never been to a therapist before, though I had recommended that my girlfriend’s go nearly every relationship. Thinking about how confusing the relationship was with Zuzana at the moment, how uncentered I felt, I knew it really was time. My eyes lost focused as the beauty of the city rocked past me. The tram was, fortunately, not very crowded as late fall was the low season for tourists. I found myself examining the other passengers on the tram, noting their nearly universally gloomy faces as they gazed uninterested out the window, or at the phones in their hands.

I wondered glumly at why everyone was always so grim, when I turned to look out the window. I caught a view of myself in the reflection, and saw my own down-turned lips and clenched brow. I raised my hand to my brow and rubbed my forehead pensively, before bringing the hand to cover my mouth. Resting there momentarily, I recenter myself. Yes, some crazy shit had happened with Zuzana recently but, so what?

My business was still going well, I was healthy, I lived in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and I had been having some absolutely insane orgasms recently. I shook my head and laughed to myself, just heading to do some self maintenance. Get a little mental tune up, nothing wrong with that. I took my phone out of my pocket and scrolled a bit on reddit, trying to keep my mood elevated before the session.

The tram finally arrived at the closest stop, and I hopped out of the seat, heading towards the exit and unnecessarily pressing the button to alert the driver that I wanted to get off. By the time the tram stopped, nearly everyone on the nearly empty tram was up and waiting to exit. The doors opened with a recorded voice warning the non existent people who could have been waiting at the stop to let people off before entering the tram.

I skipped down the steps and checked my phone to orient myself before heading towards the street where the therapist’s office was located. The air was crisp and damp, and the square was eerily empty relative to how it normally was during tourist season. I took a deep breath and looked up, enjoying the ornate architecture of Prague as I continued walking towards my destination.

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRNIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG. I jumped and bobbled my phone in a panic, realizing that I was just walking blindly across the tram tracks. I prepared to leap to safety before realizing that the tram that had rung was the still motionless trolly that I had just left, rather than one coming from the other direction. I tried to catch the drivers gaze to eye fuck him, but he just stared blankly through me and accelerated slowly. I swore at him under my breath, fantasizing about punching some emotion into his face.

I crossed the tracks, looking both ways, and reached the desired street and walked slowly towards the building, two down on the right. I managed to get my mood back, feeling sorry for the driver. I mean, how much joy do they really have, going back and forth on the same route each day? Scaring the fuck out of a unsuspecting foreigner must be one of the few joys of his experience.

My pace had quickened, and I was gently smiling again by the time I reached the building. As is often the case in Prague, the office was located in a residential building that had been converted at least partially to commercial. I scanned the names on the list of buzzers before finding, Dr. Spirova’s name. I buzzed for a second or two, and then waiting.

A pleasant, slightly accented voice crackled through the aging speaker, “Come up, it’s the third floor.” I held my hand to the door handle, trained over the years to always be prepared to turn it as soon as the buzzer sounded as some of the locking mechanisms were a finicky. Fortunately, this handle gave a satisfying crunch as it turned and I pushed the heavy green door inwards.

The refurbished building gave off an air of well spent money, and I was happy to see that the elevator at the back of the building was a quality and modern construction. I likely would survive this trip up to the third floor.

I checked myself out in the mirror at the back of the lift as the doors closed behind me and we started to ascend. I was wearing a form fitting white collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to below my elbows. My pants were form fitting slacks. My hair was good, I was shaved and cologned. I felt good, I looked pretty good. I turned around and faced the door as the lift slowed and the doors parted.

Smiling in front of me with the door to her office open behind her stood a brown eyed woman who appeared to be in her early forties. She had her brunette hair in a large bun, held there by two black sticks, though two locks stylishly hung down, framing her face and ending near her chin. Horn rimmed glasses, dark yet manicured eyebrows, long eye lashes and a dark lipstick distracted from what I realized was an adorably crooked, yet proud nose. Her teeth were white, but also had never been straightened. The type of flaws that make a woman even more beautiful in my opinion.

She had one hand outstretched to me, and another clasping a clipboard against her ample chest.

I smiled back at her sincerely, already feeling better about my decision to come here. If nothing else, at least I’d get to look at a good looking woman for the next hour. I strode towards her confidently and reached out to clasp her hand, introduced myself at the same time, “Dobry den. Ja jsem Michal. You must be Diana?”

Her smile widened and her warm, slightly calloused hand, gripped me tightly. “Oh you speak such good Czech!” She cocked her head and continued in Czech, “Would you like to continue the session in Czech?” At least I thought that’s what she asked. She raised one eyebrow and waited for my response.

Using a Czech phrase that I’d used hundreds of times in these situations, I responded fluently, “I supposed we could, but if it’s OK with you I’d prefer to speak in English. I’m a bit lazy with my Czech I have to admit.”

This nearly always impressed the person I was speaking to, but let me continue in English before I embarrassed myself. True to my experience, rather than carrying on in Czech, she released my hand and gestured for me to enter the room.

“Of course, of course.” She murmured, looked down at her clipboard briefly. I took the moment to check the rest of her out. She was also wearing a white button up shirt, which clung tightly to her curvy form. Not overweight by any means, but she certainly had a solidness to her that filled out her outfit. A pencil skirt wrapped her strong legs which were covered in dark stockings. Her short high heel shoes were polished to a high shine were pressed tightly together as she stood rigidly, her back straight.

I looked up in time to meet her eyes as I walked past her. “Yes, you indicated that you wanted the session in English on the form. Good, good. Well, first let me thank you for coming.” I stopped as I entered, not sure where to go, but after closing the door, the doctor led me down a short hallway to another room. Her ass certainly filled out that skirt, and I had to suppress a whistle of appreciation as she strode in a practiced manner on her high heels. I looked up quickly, not wanted to be caught checking her out, and I was looking at the back of her head when she turned around to smile at me as she opened the door.

“Come in and please sit down in this chair here. I can offer you a coffee, tea or water?”

Rather than immediately answer, I settled in the comfy chair and looked around. The room was simple, clean, and classy. The doctor stood at a small kitchenette counter on which I could see a nespresso machine, kettle and water filter. Glasses were arranged on an open shelf and I smiled cheekily as I noticed the contents of a second shelf above the glasses. Six bottles of various liquors stood proudly an, after a quick glance at my watch to confirm that it was, indeed, late enough in the day to respectfully drink, I asked, “Is that a bottle of Johnny Walker?”

“Yes, yes it is.” Her expression turned serious though and she asked, “I don’t usually offer alcohol on the first session.” Seeing my look of disappointment she continued, “some of my clients who come to see me struggle with substance abuse issues. Honestly, they almost all ask for alcohol rather than what I offer them. I know we haven’t really gotten started yet, but you didn’t indicate what you’re coming to see me for. Is it a substance problem?”

“Ahaa,” I said and looked around with an amused expression before turning more serious myself. “I guess I probably do drink more alcohol than I should if I’m being honest. But it’s not like I ever feel like I have to drink it. I can have it around the house and not feel at all tempted. So, no, that’s not why I’m here. I just do like whiskey after dark though. How about I also order a water, will that be better?”

Her smile returned and she turned and reached up for the bottle of Johnny. Again I found myself staring at her ass, marveling at its size and shape. She was not very tall, and she had to place one hand on the counter to support herself as she raised up on tip toes. Her skirt raised during the motion and I was teased with a hint of dark lacy bands circling her thighs.

Given my nearly permanent state of arousal the last few weeks, I wasn’t surprised to feel my cock twitch. I licked my lips, and imagined pushing her forward over that counter, lifting the skirt and fucking her from behind. I felt my dick start to lengthen now as my fantasy continued. Wondering what her big tits would feel like in my hands as I pounded her. I started breathing more heavily. She plopped back down onto her heels, placing the bottle of Green on the counter and reached up for two glasses.

Without looking towards me, she turned and leaned down to open what I realized was a small freezer and reached inside. Her ass was even more amazing from the side, and I had to restrain myself from rubbing my even harder cock. I was so, so horny. I dragged my eyes away from her ass to check the rest of her out, and I nearly moaned when I realized the illumination from the freezer’s LED light was strong enough penetrate the fabric of her shirt. The shape of one of her heavy breasts was visible, and I could see that the bra she was wearing only covered the bottom half of her fantastic assets.

She straightened and closed the door, glancing over at me with what could have been a knowing smile. “So, Michael, if you’re not here because of a drinking problem, then I am happy to have a drink during our session. I do find that a drink or two can ease some tension and make our conversations more productive.”

She turned her back to me again and I heard an ice cube clink into one, and then the other glass. She took the bottle and turned towards me, leaning back against the counter. Looking like she was about to speak, she instead grimaced slightly as she realized the bottle was not so easy to open as she had expected.

Bringing it to her chest, I watched fascinated as she grasped the bottle between her tits to stabilize it, and used more force to torque the bottle. She grit her teeth and grunted as it came loose, letting out a satisfied “aaah” as it twisted loose. Her noises and facial expressions were enough to cause me to grunt as well, to my great embarrassment. My dick was almost totally erect now, the tip having found it’s way under my boxers, pressed against my right thigh. Unbelievable that this was happening. I was sexualizing a therapist who I had just met who was simply making a drink. My face reddened and I waited for her to ask me why I was grunting like a perverted teenager.

Fortunately the good Dr. just turned and finished pouring our drinks before, against prompting. “So what brings you here today Michael?”

I swallowed hard and looked down at my hard-on, clearly visible down my pant leg. Why didn’t I just wear jeans and a long t-shirt? I looked around a bit frantically before realizing that I was sitting on a pillow that was clearly meant for lumbar support. Leaning forward, I grabbed it and placed it nonchalantly on my lap and answered, as casually as I could, “well, my girlfriend and I have been having problems recently. And I wanted to talk to someone about it.”

Dr. Spirova walked towards me, holding a classy tray on which two generously poured crystal whiskey glasses, a flask of water, and two more water classes stood. Gracefully, she placed the tray on a small coffee table that separated my comfy chair with her seat. She lifted one of the whiskey glasses and offered it to me, a gentle expression on her face. Feeling slightly ridiculous with a circular green couch pillow resting bizarrely on my lap, I reached forward to accept the glass.

She took the second one and we gently clinked glasses. “To self improvement” I said and smiled self-consciously. She returned the smile thoughtfully and brought the glass to her lips. I did the same, and savored the slight burn, and then warmth of the quality alcohol as I swallowed a sip. I wondered to myself if she was going to charge me for these as a separate line item on the bill.

She sighed and sat down, placing her drink on a small desk that was next to her chair. She crossed her legs demurely and regarded me. “Relationship problems are best handled in a couple counseling session. That is a service I provide, but you are here alone Michael. Individual sessions focus on the individual. In many cases, what is good for the individual who is having problems in their relationship, is not necessarily good for the couple. If you come to me as a couple, then my focus will be on the relationship. If you come to me by yourself, my focus will be on you.”

Her voice was so smooth, her accent so sexy. I was staring at her lips as she spoke, enraptured by her tongue which had made an appearing to lick some reminisce of the alcohol from her lips. She was so smart. I realized for the first time that I could see a hint of bare cleavage, as she had two buttons undone on her shirt. As the words, “my focus will be on you” hit my ears, I found myself flexing my cock hard enough that the pillow on my lap visibly shifted.

Her eyebrow lifted, but before she could continue I interjected, “Yes, that makes a lot of sense. I mean, it’s true that things have been very odd with my girlfriend recently, and we definitely need to talk about it more, but I’m more worried about my personal behavior. I mean, I’m worried about what she’s doing as well, but I’ve been doing stuff and I’m not sure if it’s normal? I saw your website, and your specialty, and I thought maybe we could help me out?”

“Oh good, I’m glad you have seen my site.” she said, smiling now again. She sat straight and took a breath. “We have had a slightly unusual start to this session I have to say, and I’d like to apologize for it. Before we go any further I do want to clarify some things.”

“First, my name is Dr. Diana Spirova, as you know, but I would prefer if you refer to me as Dr. Spirova or simply Dr. moving forward in our sessions.”

My face reddening again, I started to apologize for my informality but she simply waved her hand and continued talking. “Think nothing of it. I know it is a bit formal, but with the type of things that we will be discussing here, I find that a bit of formality can help.”

“Secondly, you may already know, but I am a licensed therapist, and bound by confidentiality laws. Anything you say or do here will be held in the strictest confidence. For our therapy to be effective, I do hope that you will open yourself to me as much as possible to ensure we achieve the full results. Yes?”

My dick pillow was jumping now at the idea of opening myself to this curvaceous woman and achieving full results. I was nearly sweating now with embarrassment. She tapped her lips with her pencil and she observed me.

“Now, you booked this session using my online form, so can I assume you read about me a bit?”

I nodded, of course I had. Her dark eyes held mine. God she was beautiful.

“Good, then you know that I am a sex therapist. I want you to know that in my line of work I have heard everything.” She pointedly glanced at the bouncing pillow in my lap and then looked me again my my eyes. “I have seen everything. When you are in this room, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. We are going to be talking about sex and it’s entirely possible that this will be erotically thrilling to you.”

She paused and grabbed her whiskey and held it in front of her face, waited a moment, and then continued, “but I want to be clear that this is not my main objective for our sessions. My goal is to help you achieve balance, understanding, and a love and appreciation for your sexual self.” She waited again and looked at me meaningfully.

“Yes Dr. that sounds good…” wondering if I should just start spilling the beans about all the kinky shit that we’d been up to, but her stare made me think she wanted something else. My dick flexed again, despite the fact that she had literally just told me that her main objective wasn’t to be “erotically thrilling.”

“Michal, you asked for this whiskey, and now you’re making me drink alone?”

“Ahh, aha! OK yes sorry” I said, leaning forward to grab my glass. In my hurry, the couch pillow fell to the floor. I looked at it, looked back at her, looked down at my glass, shrugged and took a deep swig, emptying over half the liquid. Fuck it, if she says I don’t have to be ashamed, then I won’t be. I looked at her more confidently now, smiled and leaned back, spreading my legs to show off my condition.

My fully engorged pipe was easily visible as it strained against the material of my tight pants on my thigh. If the bulge wasn’t obvious enough, a small wet spot had formed that extended from where the tip of my dick pulsed a tiny river of pre-cum which gravity pulled downwards to pool near my knee. I watched her look at my situation and flexed, proud at how my dick look, how hard it was trying to escape.

If I had hoped for her to look impressed, I was a disappointed. She looked back up at me and continued to speak confidently, “As I said, it’s perfectly natural for you to become aroused, though we had not begun discussing your particular situation before that started to occur.” With a slight smile, she continued, “But it appears we can rule out erectile dysfunction as the issue you are dealing with.” She looked at me and took her pad of paper from her desk, and a pencil from behind her ear and jotted something down.

“Michal, can you tell me what caused this erection?” looking up at me quizzically.

I breathed heavily, and looked her in the eyes, then down to her lips, down her smooth skin to the hint of cleavage. I glanced up at her face and, not seeing any disapproval, continued to admire her. My eyes returned to her legs which, sadly, were crossed in such a way that not a hint of her garters were visible. My right hand reached down and squeezed my cock as I look at the area where her skirt ended, and thighs began.

I met her eyes and said, “Well, I guess it started when I saw your ass.” I ran my hand lightly up and down the length of my erection as I met her eyes. “And then when you reached up for the bottle, I could see some lace on your stockings.”

Still not reacting, I continued, “And I imagined what it would be like to push you forward over the counter and fuck you from behind.” My hand went to my zipper. I was panting now.

“Michael.” Her tone and expression was like nothing what I had seen or heard so far in the session. “While I said that you have nothing to be ashamed of, and I am pleased that you feel so quickly comfortable here in my office, it is entirely inappropriate to masturbate in front of someone in this way. It would be entirely inappropriate to, quote, bend me over the counter and fuck me, end quote.”

My hand shot away from my cock to my head, my face beet red with shame, she’s right, what the fuck am I doing? I’m going crazy with lust. She’s going to have me arrested.

She continued, “I see that what I’ve said has made you stressed and ashamed, and that is not at all my intent. Please try to relax, this is a safe space and you are OK. I am OK. But it must be clear that no matter the situation, it is not OK to partake in a sexual act with, or in front of someone, without their consent. You know that, right?” I nodded, not sure what to say, and she continued gently, “Just breath slowly Michael, lean back, just count back from 10.”

I did as she said, and breathed deeply and started counting, “10, 9, 8.”

“Slowly, deep breath in, hold it for a second, and count, then breath out slowly and count, yes 7..”

I took over, as she instructed and felt myself calming down. By the time I was at zero, neither my heart nor mind were racing. My dick was still like a rock, and painfully angled down my pant leg. I grimaced, but did not dare to readjust.

“Good, now, are we clear about consent?”

“Yes, we are, I’m sorry Doctor. I’ve never done anything like this before, it’s just that the last few weeks have been absolutely insane, and I am so horny I’m not acting like myself. I am very, very sorry for my behavior.”

“Let’s not exaggerate Michael” she said gently and then looked again at my cock. “That looks extremely painful.” Her glasses covered eyes met mine and she smiled thoughtfully. She looked at me for a moment, cocked her head as if she’d made some decision, and said smoothly, “Before we continue, let’s make you more comfortable. If you’d like, you can undo your pants, and take out your penis. Would that make you more comfortable?” She had her pencil pressed against her lip as she asked that, and I groaned and nodded.

I reached down and undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, feeling natural to be in yet another kinky situation, excited to show off. I pulled my pants down a bit and then reached my thumbs under the band of my underwear and paused, asking, “So I have your consent to take these off?”

“That’s right,” she said with a soft grin. I lifted my hips and pulled my underwear down and my dick sprung free like a tightly wound spring, precum splashed against my shirt. I pulled my pants all the way down until the were at my ankles, and then leaned back, proud as a peacock of my red and glistening rod. I spread my legs a bit and flexed, enjoying the feeling of being appraised by this incredibly hot and intelligent woman. My dick pulsed in time with my heart beat.

“OK, that looks very good Michael, much better.” Her eyes lingered a moment on my manhood before she met my eyes and said, “Now then.. please tell me more about these” checking her notes, ‘absolutely insane’ weeks you’ve been having.

Haltingly at first, I started by telling her about the dinner party at Kyle’s place. When I got to the part about walking in on Zuzana as Phil and Kyle were grinding their cocks against her as they ‘danced’ I unthinkingly reached down to stroke my cock.

Dr. Spirova, who had been listening quietly and scribbling notes, immediately tsked and said, “You do not have my consent to masturbate Michael, did you forget?”

I withdrew my hand as if burned and started to apologize, but she again gestured that I should carry on. I was more horny than I could ever remember. I continued the story, how I cheated with Nina, apologizing with Zuzana. I told her how I ate Nina’s pussy, and how I had inadvertently eaten Kyle’s come. I was flexing my dick now, and precum was running freely from the tip of my dick, coating it and my balls.

She prompted me to continue telling the story, asking how I felt at various points and taking notes during the entire story. She seemed particularly interested in my reaction to my girlfriend sucking on Kyle’s dick, or being fucked by Phil, her eyes always returning to my cock as it jerked and leaked during the telling.

“Well that was quite an experience Michael, I can see why you’re a bit confused. And was that everything that happened?”

My balls were full to nearly bursting, I knew if I even touched myself I’d come, but with supreme will power I resisted touching myself, and explained that, no, that wasn’t all that happened. I told her about the Zuzana watching cuckold porn, and then the trip the the gym. How I had told Zuz not to be crazy, but how she had teased the trainers anyway, and ended up fucking one in front of me. How she had encouraged me to lick his balls, and how I had eaten their cum. How I had come while rubbing my dick against my trainer’s legs while he pumped his come into my woman.

My breath was ragged now, my dick completely red, the head purple. I told her how Zuz

Her questions were coming fast now, “And did you want to suck Ray’s dick Michael?”

“I don’t know, maybe?”

“Would you like him to fuck you in the ass? To bend you over that table and take you while Zuzana watched?”

My dick twitched and I moaned, “No, I don’t think so, no. I’m not gay.”

“Hmm” she said, watching me and my dick intently. “And what about Kyle? Do you want to watch Kyle split your Zuzana’s lips open again? Do you want to watch her gag on his big cock?” I started bucking my hips, not answering, “Do you want him to force it down your throat? To pump a load deep in your mouth Michael?” I groaned and forced myself to stop moving, dangerously close to coming.

I whispered, “No, he’s my friend.”

“You have my consent to come Michael. You can come thinking about your friend’s big fat cock pushing itself into your girlfriend’s wet pussy while you watch. You can come thinking about his balls contracting up, and pulsing as he unloads his hot semen into your woman.”

I yelled and the orgasm I’d been holding off for what seemed like hours overcame my will. For the first time in my life, I started to come without even touching myself. Dr. Spirova’s deep brown eyes caught mine as my ejaculate began to fly from my cock. The first rope splashed me directly in the face and neck, as did the next. I counted as I bucked my hips, my sperm flying randomly, landing on her coffee table, the couch, my stomach, and eventually my lap. Nearly fifteen pulses before I was done. I looked down and was shocked by the volume of semen I’d produced. My dick was still rigid and willing. “I… I…”

“Michael, what just happened was totally fine. Do not feel bad.” She looked down and I could see some of my white come on her thigh, and another blast on her foot and left shoe. She smiled broadly at me again and laughed, “It’s not very professional of me to say, but that was a very impressive orgasm.” She looked down at herself and then back to me, noting that my cock had slowly begun to deflate.

“You might not realize it, but this but I just captured many sessions worth of data in just under an hour. While we are running out of time now, I wonder if you’d be interested in continuing for just a moment? I think there’s a bit more to be learned here.”

Seeing me nod, unable to speak, she stood up and sauntered slowly towards me. She reached down, and gently raised her skirt, revealing that the lace I had viewed was, in fact, the end of her stocking. She raised her skirt until I could see a sliver of her white skin above them. “Is this OK for you?” she asked gently. I nodded slowly. She raised her right foot, and placed it on my chest. “I want you to clean my shoe.” she intoned forcefully.

I leaned forward and took a tissue from the box that was on the coffee table, but she shook her head and forced me back down with her foot. “Nuh uh.” she admonished, and then opened her mouth and showed me her tongue, illustratively. “You have my consent to eat your cum off me.”

She raised her eyebrows and looked down again at her foot. My cock stopped it’s decent, and I leaned forward with mouth open. She brought her leg up, which I caught with my hands, and brought her shiny shoe into my mouth. I sucked the sperm from it, and then continued upwards, tonguing the top of her foot until the next glob was in my mouth. It’s salty flavor and texture was familiar to me now, and I swallowed, releasing her leg.

She came closer and reached her hand behind my head, pulling me forwards towards her cum covered thigh. “This too,” she whispered, and I pushed my mouth against the fabric. I felt my dick harden further. I could smell her musk, and groaned, realizing how turned on she almost must be. After cleaning her thigh, I ran my tongue upwards until it reached her skin. Trying to reach her pussy with my tongue, but she roughly pushed me back right before I reached my goal. “No Miku, I didn’t get you consent for that. Our time nearly up, and we still have some things to discuss. It’s time to calm down, and put that away” glancing at my penis. “We had our fun, but now it’s time to work.”