On the Couch

“Are you comfortable?” asked the doctor.

“Yes, thank you.”

“And are you sure you’re ready to talk to me?”

“Oh yes. I want to tell you everything.”

“That’s good. Begin then, when you’re ready.”

I relaxed as much as I could. The couch I was reclining on was very comfortable. It had obviously been bought or even specially made to make its occupants feel comfortable and at ease. Its covering was warm and soft, the springing or foam just the right consistency.

“I don’t know quite where to start, Doctor.”

She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me in a very unthreatening and patient way as if to say, “wherever seems best to you. But start.”

So I did.

“I’m a very ordinary sort of girl, well, woman…”

The doctor interrupted, “There’s just the two of us here, and we don’t need to worry about political correctness. If you want to use the word girl, please do so.”

“Ok. He calls me a girl. As I was saying, I’m very ordinary. I didn’t have a boyfriend until I went to Uni at eighteen for instance. I had just two boyfriends at Uni. The second one became a long-term one. I slept with them both. Oh! Not at the same time!” I hurriedly added. I didn’t want her to think of me as, well, as a tart. This might seem strange when you read what follows.

The doctor smiled, “Go on.”

“I did ok at Uni, I got my degree and started work in the hotel business. I didn’t have much ambition, I don’t know why, I never have had. I ended up working at a small rather run-down hotel locally. Part of a big chain, but one of their lesser establishments. It was a business hotel. I was supposed to be on a management trainee scheme, but really we, the staff, were just dogsbodies. Doing everything, even cleaning sometimes. But I didn’t mind. I had my boyfriend. He’s a very nice man with a good job. I assumed we’d get married soon…”

I trailed off.

“What is it, dear?”

“Well, as I say this I begin to understand myself a little. It sounds like a deadly dull life. And it was. My boyfriend was dull. We did the same things each weekend at the same places. He stayed over Friday and Saturday nights…”

“Tell me about that.”

“Oh, there’s little to tell. We’d go out for a meal or a drink. We didn’t drink too much, of course, then we’d go back to my place to bed where we’d have sex. Always the missionary position. It never lasted very long and only ever once a night. But I thought that was ok, you know? I thought that was normal. I never had an orgasm, until I began inducing them myself…” I trailed off…

“This is no place for embarrassment. Tell me about your masturbation.”

“I started out of frustration at my relationship. I tried it, but I wasn’t very good at it then. I didn’t know how to pleasure myself. And I felt horribly guilty. So guilty that I stopped doing it. Until…” I trailed off again.

“Yes? Until what? You must tell me everything!”

I stretched on the couch, moving slightly to get comfortable.

“I’ve got ahead of myself a little. There had always been something at the back of my mind telling me that I was missing out somehow. I’d never done anything dangerous or exciting. It was beginning to bother me. I looked things up on the internet, but I didn’t want to go skydiving, or bungee-jumping or anything like that. I read quite a lot, so I expanded my reading taste. That helped a little, but it wasn’t enough. I tried dance and exercise classes, but they didn’t suit, though I met some interesting people. People who had a much more interesting life than mine, it sounded like. Especially their sex lives. I could hardly believe some of the things they claimed they were doing. I became curious. One of them mentioned a website called Literotica, that had lots of, you know, raunchy stories. I looked at it one night. I had to pluck up my courage. Well, a lot of it is awful; very badly written unrealistic male fantasy. Sometimes very misogynistic, too. But some of it is…interesting,” I took a deep breath here, “some of it I found…exciting. Arousing, if I’m honest. The accounts of deep, absorbing sex; shattering orgasms, profound relationships based on…well, all sorts of things. I knew it was fiction, but I wanted something like that. I wanted erotic adventures. That’s when I discovered masturbation; I had to relieve the arousal I felt. I got better at it; I had orgasms.

“This all sounds dreadful, doesn’t it? So…naff! But it’s the truth. There I was, twenty-three with a boring life and a nothing job, frigging myself off every night and dreaming of having real sex. The saddest thing was that the masturbation was far better than the real sex I was having.”

I paused to gather my thoughts. The recollection of my self-induced orgasms was giving me slight tinglings in my crotch. I squirmed very slightly. I’m sure the doctor noticed.

“Please go on, my dear.”

“I tried to improve my sex life with my boyfriend, but not only did he not seem to want to have better sex, he disapproved of me wanting it. He virtually told me I was an immoral slut! I tried to settle back down but it was no use. In the end I broke up with him. Neither of us was deeply upset, I don’t think.

“The trouble was I was now left with no sex at all. I’d discovered that I had a longing inside me for good sex. Masturbation wouldn’t cut it, so I began experimenting. I told you that the Hotel I worked in was a business one, didn’t I? So there was no shortage of lonely men around. It was easy to get myself picked up and fucked. Oh!, you know I would never have used that word two years ago! But it’s the only word that really fits. I was getting men who didn’t care about me to fuck me. But it wasn’t much better than it had been with Wayne. Mostly they only lasted two minutes then insisted on telling me how wonderful their wives were! Occasionally there was one who was better than the others, but I was still deeply frustrated. So, the day that changed my life for ever….

“Oh! Wait! I have to tell you this first! I said, didn’t I that the hotel was a little run down; it didn’t make much money? Ok, well, one of its uses was as a….brothel is not right. But it was used by working girls to bring their clients back. We usually let them use rooms in the side annexe of the hotel. It was discreet. Upper management had told us to turn a blind eye just as long as the money came in. There were also call-girls in and out quite often, visiting men in the other rooms. I was shocked at first, but I got used to it. The girls soon became quite familiar, we used to exchange greetings. I often wondered what it would be like to have sex with a stranger. Did they enjoy it? Wasn’t it dangerous? Well, on that last point, I was never aware of any…unpleasantness while I was on duty. I was occasionally asked by a man if I knew ‘where there was any excitement available’ or ‘is there an escort agency around here’ but I always claimed ignorance. I didn’t want to be involved in that. I still thought it was a little distasteful, despite the thrill I got from fantasising about it.”

I stopped, stretched again, feeling decidedly aroused. I squirmed a little harder to try and generate some friction between my thighs. But I couldn’t really do much just then.

“This is fascinating, my dear. Do please go on. I sense we’re getting to the crux of the matter.”

“Hm. One day I was just finishing a shift on the reception desk. It would be about two o’clock. One of the other staff members relieved me so I went upstairs to get changed. Our staff changing room is on the upper floor, you see. Well, I showered, changed and was on my way back down. I was wearing a really nice red dress. It wasn’t very revealing or anything, but it suited me well, showing off my body, such as it is…”

“Don’t be coy, my dear, you have a lovely body,” said the doctor with a smile.

I felt a flush come over me. “Thank you. I don’t wear dresses that often, but I’d put one on that day. Perhaps it was some kind of premonition…I don’t know. Anyway I was feeling good and..sexy. Sounds silly, doesn’t it? But I was.”

“Not at all. Clothes certainly affect our sense of self and well-being.”

“I’m sure you’re right. Anyway, I was walking to the lift when a room door opened and a man looked out. He looked rather stern, but not frighteningly so. He definitely was good-looking! I smiled at him. Perhaps I thought there was an opportunity there, perhaps I was just being professional. I don’t know. ‘Ah! At last! Come in!’ he said. Well, I thought he’d recognised me as a member of the hotel staff and wanted something from me. I went in to his room. ‘Hmmm. Tall, dark, a good body. You’re just what I ordered,’ he said, to my astonishment. ‘I’m sorry?’ I said. ‘Tall, dark-haired, good body, as far as I can see. Just what I asked your agency for. I’ve booked you for two hours, you understand that don’t you?’

“He went over to the bed to turn down the covers so he didn’t see my face just then. I flushed heavily and my mouth hung open. It hit me straight away. He’d mistaken me for one of the call-girls! My heart began beating like some kind of mad drummer. My first thought was to run away, but something inside me told me to go with this. It would be an adventure. Remember, I was very frustrated and my head was full of erotic fantasies. Well, here was one made real! Incredibly I heard myself say ‘Oh, yes sir, that’s fine.’! ‘Right then. Let’s have a good look at you. Take that dress off.’

“Oh, God, I was so turned on by that! The humiliation of being ordered to strip so that he could assess me, like a piece of meat! My cunt was so hot! Oh! I’m sorry. My language again!”

“‘Cunt’ is a very venerable Anglo-Saxon word, my dear. Use it if you feel it appropriate.”

“Oh, Ok, thank you. Well, yes. My…cunt was hot and getting wet as I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. I had on a nice matching set of peach-coloured, half-cup bra and high-cut panties that day, I looked pretty good, I think. The panties, particularly, showed off my bum nicely.

“He looked me over, then he came and stood behind me running his hands over my bum and squeezing my buttocks lightly. ‘Mmm, yes. Very nice. I’m going to enjoy fucking that later’. Suddenly I was petrified! I’d never done anal sex. Or even thought about it. I felt like running away again, but I hadn’t the nerve now. Besides he was undoing my bra. I was so aroused it felt like my nipples would shoot off like bullets. He cupped my breasts, massaging them, then pinching my nipples; quite gently. But hard enough to make me wince. But a large part of the wince was with pleasure. Running his hands back down to my bum, he pushed my panties down to the floor and I meekly stepped out of them.

“Moving in front of me again he said, ‘Give me your hands.’

“I held them out, not having the slightest idea why he wanted them, so I was completely taken by surprise when he slipped a pair of handcuffs on them.

“I think I cried out, because he said, ‘don’t worry. I’m not a sadist. These are just to remind you who’s in charge. Get on the bed, face down.’

“I complied nervously. My arousal increased yet again as I lay down, the feel of the sheet against my naked skin just adding to my excitement. I couldn’t see him anymore. That made it more exciting. What was he going to do next I wondered? He uncuffed one hand and quickly cuffed me to the headboard. ‘Up on your knees. Spread your legs. Wider!’

“His tone was very definitely harder now that he had me at his mercy. I’d never felt like this before. I was naked, cuffed to a bed, my bum stuck up in the air, my cunt wet, swollen and completely exposed to a complete stranger I couldn’t even see. I was breathing so shallowly and quickly I thought I might pass out. If that didn’t happen, I thought I’d have a heart attack it was pumping so hard. Then he gripped my mound and squeezed it hard. I yelped. He started rubbing my cunt; hard enough to make me gasp and moan, but not as though he was sanding something, like some of the other men I’ve had. He was clearly skilled. I began moving my hips in time with him. I was quite near an orgasm. He slapped my bum. ‘Slow down! We’ve got two hours, remember? ‘ he said commandingly.

“I stopped and tried to relax, but it’s very difficult when someone’s stroking your cunt and teasing out your clit.”

I was definitely feeling aroused as I told my story on the couch. I noticed the doctor crossing and re-crossing her legs and shifting in her seat a little. Was she aroused too? It looked very much like it.

“He continued for a long time stroking and rubbing my cunt lips and my clit, alternating that with inserting two fingers into my vagina and hooking them to stimulate my g-spot. God! it was so good! Every time I got near to a climax he sensed it, slapped my bum and ordered me to stop. He didn’t slap me very hard; it stung a little but it served its purpose of getting my attention. It also maintained my arousal. So when he continued with his stimulation I was right back up there. I don’t know how long this went on; it seemed like hours. Eventually, he climbed up behind me and summarily shoved his cock right into me. I was so aroused and so wet that it didn’t hurt at all, though it made me cry out. That got me another slap. He began fucking me…no that’s not the right word. He began banging me! It was as if I was just a hole for him to thrust his cock into as hard and as quickly as he could. I came almost immediately, but he kept banging away for ages. I could feel his cock right inside me. It was big, the biggest I’d ever had! I very soon had another climax just as he did. I felt his cock twitching inside of me. It was heaven! My fantasies about good sex had been more than fulfilled, they’d been exceeded!

“After a few minutes he pulled out of me, giving me another slap, then he uncuffed me. He said,’ You have a fine cunt. Go and shower while I have some recovery time. I’ll fuck your ass next.’

“Well, you can imagine the nervousness I felt as I showered quickly, using the handset to flush his come out of my cunt as best I could. I was on the pill, so I had no worries about getting pregnant, but I guessed that he would want me clean. When I returned to the bedroom he said, hoarsely, ‘Come and lie down. I want to play with your tits.’ He cuffed me to the bed again.

“I was really very comfortable now, if being in a high state of arousal whilst handcuffed to a bed can be called comfortable. I was eager to know what he was going to do next. It was all quite simple, he massaged, kneaded, sucked and nibbled my tits and nipples so thoroughly and skilfully that I almost had an orgasm just from that. ‘You are certainly more responsive than the average whore. I like that,’ he said.

“I almost cried out ‘I’m not a whore!’ but bit it back.

“Just then, there was a knock at the door. Looking surprised, he pulled on a dressing-gown and opened it. I couldn’t see who was there, restrained as I was, but I heard quite clearly, ‘Good afternoon, sir. I’m from the agency. I’m so sorry I’m late, there was an accident…’ He interrupted her. ‘There must be some mistake. I already have a girl here. The agency must have sent someone else.’

‘Oh. I see. They didn’t tell me. I’ve come all this way for nothing,’ she said peevishly. ‘Well, you’ll have to take that up with them, Miss. I’m busy.’ He closed the door again. ‘She wasn’t as good-looking as you. I’m glad they sent you instead,’ he said as he sucked my left nipple and half my tit into his mouth. My nipple hardened as he bit it. He didn’t bite hard enough to cause pain…well, perhaps a little, but it was enough to send my hormones crazy again.

I paused, remembering how his mouth felt on my breast and his hand on my cunt as he caressed and fingered it. I stretched a little and tried again, vainly, to get some relief from my aroused state by rubbing my thighs together. The doctor was looking at me curiously, so I stopped again.

“Would you like some water?” asked the doctor.

“Oh, no. No thank you. I’d rather continue now I’ve started.”

“Very well. In your own time.”

“He took me to a very high level of arousal then ordered me onto my knees again. There was a pause, then I felt something cold on my anus. It was his finger, covered in lubricant of some kind. He smeared it around my hole, then gently but insistently pushed it in. He said, breathing heavily, ‘God, you’re tight! Anyone would think you’d never done this before.’

“I was very frightened at the thought of anal sex, but, really, I’d gone too far now to refuse him. My fear was overruled by my arousal anyway. I didn’t say anything; I just tried to relax as best I could. I couldn’t help making noises, but he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t slap me, anyway. Not then, at least. The penetration didn’t hurt much; just a little bit of a sting. Much less than I’d expected. Perhaps it was because he was so skilled, I don’t know. Anyway, once he’d penetrated with one finger, he pushed another one in. That was more uncomfortable, although it was easily bearable. Once he’d probed around enough he pulled his fingers out, knelt up behind me and pressed his cock against my opening. I knew how big he was from earlier, so I was very apprehensive. But he didn’t ram it in, he gradually increased the pressure until it popped through my sphincter. I couldn’t help but make lots of noise, though. He gave my bum a few slaps, harder than before, just to remind me he was the boss, I think. ‘Now, keep still!’

“He began thrusting, pulling out so the head of his cock was almost out of me, then pushing all the way in, over and over again. I was enjoying it, in a way, but I couldn’t help wishing he was fucking my cunt instead. I’d have come several times by then if he had been. He fucked my ass for a long time, obviously enjoying himself, if the noises he was making were any guide, but eventually he came. Breathing heavily, he lay on top of me. I struggled to support our combined weights, until he pulled his softening cock out of my asshole and lay down. ‘Go and shower again.’

“Sensing that he needed a break, I lingered a little in the shower. That was a mistake! ‘Where were you? I haven’t paid for you to stand in the fucking shower! Come here!’ he yelled.

“He pulled me down onto the bed and gave me a much more comprehensive spanking. My bum was on fire! And so was my cunt. God, I was turned on again! But he didn’t fuck me.

‘Suck my cock!” he ordered peremptorily and sat back. I didn’t have much experience of oral sex then. I’ve sucked scores of cocks since, but I was very nervous as I lowered my head and took his cock in my hand. I tentatively licked it. I could taste myself on it. It wasn’t unpleasant, even though it had been up my bum not long before. I took it in my mouth and began sucking it. It was so big I could hardly get my lips around it, but I persevered. I’d read many stories on Literotica about ‘deep-throating’, so assuming that he’d like that, I began trying to get more of his cock further in. Judging by the moans and groans he was making it was a good idea. It was surprisingly easy for me to suppress my gagging instinct; the two gags I made I covered up as breathing pauses. Once I had his cock head as far down as I could get it, though my lips were still some inches from his crotch, I began bobbing my head more rapidly whilst sucking hard. Occasionally I stopped to swirl my tongue around his cock head. I would have wanked him at the same time, but my hands were still cuffed together. I could get them both between my legs, though! I was so horny! Making sure to not break my rhythm too much I diddled myself while sucking him off. I don’t know how long it was, but eventually I felt his cock stiffen even more just before he came. I’d never tasted a man’s come before, but it didn’t really taste of much: salt water if anything. There wasn’t much of it anyway, this being his third ejaculation in less than two hours. I hadn’t managed to get myself off completely so I was hoping for a little more as I licked the last of his come off his cock and sat back. ‘Not bad, babe. Not bad at all. Ok, look, there’s still ten minutes left, but I’ll let you go now. Have a quick shower if you like,’ he said as he released the handcuffs.

“I did like. I was able to finish myself off in there. When I went back into the bedroom he was just getting out of the bed, presumably to have a shower himself. I began to dress. ‘I’ll be back here in a week or so’s time. I’ll book you again. What did you say your name was?’

“I thought quickly, but all I could come up with for a whore-like name was ‘Candy’! ‘Really? Ok, then Candy, I’ll call your agency and…’

“I interrupted, ‘actually, sir, I’m not from an agency. I…’ I faltered here, embarrassment unvoicing me. After a few seconds I managed to continue…’I’m not even a call-girl.’ ‘What? What do you mean?

“‘I work for the hotel, sir…’ I was losing my voice again. I cleared it as best I could. ‘I had finished my shift and was on my way home when you called me in. I…I thought you wanted something from me…as a hotel worker…not..’ I trailed off. He was looking at me curiously. ‘So you thought you fancied a bit of casual sex so you posed as a whore. Is that right?’

“That was more or less the truth, but I said nothing, being far too humiliated to say anything. But to my horror and disbelief I was heavily aroused again. He turned away, gathering his things together, preparing to leave once he’d showered, I guessed. I didn’t feel I could just leave so I just stood there, a bundle of shame, humiliation and raging hormones.

After a few tense moments he said, ‘I paid good money for a girl. Do you think the agency will refund me? I doubt it. You owe me. Give me your mobile number.’

” I wrote it down on the hotel notepaper for him. He put it in his wallet. ‘I’ll call you next week. Now leave.’

“‘Yes sir,’ I said. I almost ran home, tore off my clothes, threw myself on my bed and frigged myself to several climaxes in quick succession.

“‘Well,’ I thought,’ I’d wanted good sex and erotic adventure.’ I’d certainly had that! And more to come.”

“‘So he called you?”

“Oh, yes! A week later. I got a text with a room number and a time. Nothing else. I had to swap shifts with a colleague to make it but I wasn’t going to miss it!”

“So, do tell me about it.”

“You’re not bored with my story, yet? I’d hate to bore anyone.”

“Oh no, my dear. I said I wanted to hear your story, so please continue.”

“Ok then. I used my pass key to get into his room, thinking it would be more discreet. That was a mistake, it seemed. ‘You should have knocked! Get undressed’, he barked at me. Instantly I was horny. I stripped quickly. He handcuffed me to the bed on my hands and knees, just like last time then gave me a good hard spanking, much more thoroughly than previously. Oh, did my bum sting! But my cunt was hot and wet. ‘That’s for not knocking and to show you who’s boss. Don’t forget it!’

“He undressed slowly, climbed up behind me and pressed his erect cock against my smarting bum.

‘Does that feel good? Do you want me to fuck your tight little asshole?’

“I hadn’t expected him t go straight to anal sex so I hesitated for a moment, but then I remembered that I’d largely enjoyed being fucked up the bum. Or perhaps that was just hindsight. Anyway, I breathed, ‘Oh, yes, please, sir’. He took his time, lubricating me well before pushing his cock up my bum. It was easier this time; he was fully inside me in a few thrusts. He rested a few minutes before starting his thrusting. After just a few minutes he’d worked up to a good speed. Before too long he was banging me hard as he’d done to my cunt on our previous encounter. I was struggling to stop my head hitting the headboard of the bed. He had very good endurance; it seemed like hours before he stopped and I felt his cock soften. Breathing heavily, he withdrew and lay beside me. ‘Go and clean up. I have a treat in mind for you.’ he ordered.

“Mindful of not keeping him waiting too long I had a lightning shower. When I got back to the bedroom he was waiting with an evil-looking grin, a hard-on and some lengths of rope.

“I’m not sure…”

‘Relax. I won’t hurt you. Not even a spanking, as long as you obey. Lie down.’

“It was the first time he’d used the word ‘obey’ but it was far from the last. I lay down as ordered. He tied my wrists to the headboard. The rope was very soft; it didn’t hurt. Then he raised my legs one at a time and spread them until each ankle was up by an ear. He tied my ankles to the headboard. Can you imagine? I was even more exposed and vulnerable than when I ‘d been on my hands and knees! My cunt was dripping! Finally, he blindfolded me. I couldn’t resist, apart from shaking my head, but he ignored that and did it anyway.

He growled, ‘Now, we’ll see how much of a slut you are!’

“He hadn’t called me a slut before, but again, it wasn’t the last time. I felt something on my cunt lips. Not being able to see, I guessed it was a finger, but I couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was it knew what it was doing! He ran it gently around my cunt lips, in circles. The pressure was very slight. I could barely feel it. After a few minutes I pushed my hips against it trying to increase the pressure. He slapped me. ‘Patience, slut!’

“He continued, just gently and slowly stroking me. Then suddenly and equally gently he inserted something into my vagina. At first I thought it might be his finger, but then it vibrated! I nearly exploded. But not quite. After just a few seconds he pulled it out and said, ‘I said be patient! You’re going to come but not for a long time yet. Now relax.’

“I tried to, but I was very worked up. I just wanted to come sooo badly! I felt him climb off the bed, then I heard him drink. He didn’t offer me any. After what seemed like hours I felt something touch me again, on my clit. When it began vibrating I cried out and pushed against it. Oh, God! It felt so good! But again, he cut it off before I could come. Then he resumed the finger stroking, if that’s what it was. ‘Maybe I’ll make you beg for an orgasm. How would that be?’

“I was shameless. ‘Oh, yes, sir please, please make me come! Please!’ I almost shouted. I think he was taken a little aback as his hand faltered for a second or two. ‘I didn’t mean just yet. Oh, no. We have a long way to go.’

“True to his word he used his hands, fingers and various toys to stimulate me to the point of orgasm but very skilfully knew when I was on the verge and withdrew the stimulation. No amount of begging, crying, yelling or pleading would move him. He went off for a while. I could hear him drinking again. He even made a phone call in the bathroom. I was constantly straining against my bonds, trying to stimulate myself in some way. When he came back and I felt the bed move as he climbed on I began begging him, ‘please sir, I really need to come, please!’

‘ Hmmm..I think you’ve earned it,’

“I felt something else touch my cunt, but I recognised it this time. It was a tongue! He knew how to use it, licking up and down and around my vulva. That in itself nearly made me come, but when he switched to tongue-fucking me, that was it. After just a few thrusts I had the deepest, strongest, longest, loudest climax I’d ever had! Or anyone else for that matter!

“But when I had calmed down and was basking in the afterglow, to my surprise, he gave me five hard slaps on my bum. Actually the fifth one was straight on my cunt. ‘What was that for?’ I whined. ‘You came too soon. I hadn’t even touched your clit yet. Now, I have this huge hard-on. Get ready!’

“He took off the blindfold, shoved his cock in me and banged away at me as he’d done before. He still had long endurance, even after diddling me for so long. I was so lubricated and so slack, that it wasn’t at all uncomfortable, though I wasn’t going to come any more. Eventually he shot his load inside me, rolled off exhausted and lay back beside me, resting his head on my thigh which was still somewhere up by my ear. ‘Overall, you’re a pretty good fuck. I think perhaps I’ll keep you on. Ok, you can go now.’

“He untied me, slapped me and sent me away. I couldn’t even have a shower. So I limped home sweaty, smelly and sticky. But sooo happy!”

The doctor looked at me strangely.

“Yes. Happy! It’s difficult to explain. I’d been used, controlled, beaten, thoroughly fucked with no input into the situation, but I was happy. The humiliation is part of the happiness.”

“Well, my dear. I won’t pretend to understand. But I’d like to hear more. He led you into prostitution didn’t he?”

“Oh, yes. But I don’t mind. I mean it’s not all good, but what job is? But the great thing is it turns him on; which means I get turned on and more frequently and thoroughly fucked, you see?”

“So how did it start?”

“Well, you see, he said he’d keep me on. What he meant by that was that he’d set me up in a flat, so I was available for him. I think he must be married..”

“You don’t know?” the doctor interrupted, the surprise evident in her voice.

“No. He’s never told me. But he never spends a night with me. He visits me during the day or early evening. Usually he texts me with instructions: ‘there in ten minutes. Be naked’ or, one of my favourites, ‘be kneeling inside door. Mouth open.’ He comes in with his cock out and shoves it straight in my mouth! Sometimes he stays only ten minutes, other times a few hours.

“Anyway, as I said he set me up in a flat. It’s a very nice flat. And he came and fucked me whenever he felt like it. I suppose after a few months it got a little boring for him. One day I got a text: ‘Strip. Into bed. Restraints.’ No time mentioned, so I jumped to it in case he was near by. In fact he was nearly an hour, so I lay there cuffed to the bed getting more aroused by the minute. When he did arrive I was staggered to hear him talking to someone. He walked into the bedroom with another man! He said with a smirk, ‘here she is Tony. Isn’t she lovely? She’ll do anything you want, won’t you, slut?’

“All I could do was stammer…’I..I’. He sat down and caressed my tits. I very nearly had an orgasm from that. Fondling me intimately in front of someone else! He said, ‘I’ve told Tony what a great fuck you are. How adventurous, and how much better than any other woman we’ve ever had. I’ve promised him he can have you. You’re not going to let me down are you? You’re not going to get all drama-queeny on me?’ Before I could answer he pushed a ball-gag into my mouth. Then he hitched up my legs to the headboard. There I was naked with my cunt spread and on show to a complete stranger and I could do nothing about it! I came! Just like that! I managed to not show it too much because he was talking to Tony. ‘There you are. She’s all yours. Or shall we take it in turns?’

“Tony was very rapidly removing his clothing exposing a very hard cock. Not as big as sirs, but big enough. ‘Oh, yeah, let’s take it in turns.’

‘Ok, you go first.’

“Tony climbed on the bed and stuck his cock in my cunt with very little ceremony. But I was so wet it was fine. He made a few rapid thrusts, then pulled out so sir could take his turn. He stayed in much longer, while Tony stood by stroking his cock. When sir pulled out and Tony pushed in again, I had a small orgasm. ‘See how much she loves it?’ said sir, ‘she has an almost infinite capacity for sex.’ They took turns fucking me either slowly or furiously through several very nice orgasms. Tony was the first to come. He pulled out and fired his load over my cunt. Sir took a photo of it and then wanked himself off over me too. I loved it! It was a new adventure!

There were a few more occasions like that one. But one day, he came to the flat and said, ‘You know you don’t contribute anything financially to our relationship, do you? I think it’s time we changed that.’ What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.’ ‘Hmm, I know that! All you have to do is be your own slutty self. Come on.’

“He led me to his car and drove me to the hotel where I’d worked all those months before. In the car park, he said, ‘Ok, Room 241. Make him happy.’ ‘What?’ I said, not quite understanding. ‘It’s very simple, my little slut. You once had a fantasy about being a whore. Well now you are one. I’ve hired you out to some guy in room 241. Smile and do what he asks. Off you go!’

“I suppose it’s quite hard to understand, but I went. I was frightened but very turned on. I almost ran away when I got to room 241, but I knew that he’d punish me if I didn’t go through with it, and that would be a real punishment; a withdrawal of his love. I couldn’t bear the thought of that. Also, I didn’t want to let him down. So I knocked. ‘Ah, Candy is it?’ said a, fat ageing, bald man. I’d had many like him before and still have many like him. So I was no longer frightened. I stripped, he ogled me, fondled me and fucked me quickly. It was all over in fifteen minutes. When I got back to the car sir grabbed my cunt as soon as I got in. ‘I hope you gave him a good time.’

‘He seemed very happy, sir.’

He took me home and fucked me furiously for two hours, in between spankings. I’d never felt such pleasure. I liked fucking strangers and it made sir love me even more. That was over a year ago. I have four or five appointments a week, now. Sometimes more. Sir always takes me and waits for me and he always fucks me afterwards, sometimes in the car if he’s really aroused by what I tell him.” I giggled slightly. “Sometimes I exaggerate a little, just to make him more aroused.”

“You’ve really given yourself to him haven’t you?” said the doctor quietly as I tried not to get too aroused at the memories I was recounting.

“Oh, yes! I love him! I adore him! I told you he set me up in a flat, so I could be closer to him? Well, that’s not all. He does everything for me. I have groceries and meals delivered; he chooses and buys all my clothes. He takes complete care of me. He even took over my finances.”

“What?” said the doctor, with a definite note of disapproval in her voice.

“Oh, yes! I was waiting on the bed, naked, of course, for him one day. He’d already given me a thorough fucking, but I knew there was more to come. He was using his laptop at the table, also naked, when he called me over. I could see he was half-erect. ‘Suck it, slut.’ He ordered. So I crawled under the table and took him in my mouth. I began sucking and wanking him as I knew he liked it. ‘Do you know what I’m doing, slut?’ I couldn’t answer, of course; I didn’t really listen, I was concentrating on giving him the best blowjob I could. ‘I’ve logged in to your bank account. Your current account and your savings. You wrote down your access details. Very careless. Almost anyone could have found them, luckily it was me. So, at this very moment, I’m transferring all your funds to my accounts where they’ll be much safer.’ Just at that moment, he came, copiously. I struggled a bit to swallow it all but I managed it, thinking that that was the biggest ejaculation he’d ever had in my mouth. I felt so proud. I suppose that sounds awful, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not here to judge you, my dear.”

“Oh, thank you. I like being looked after. That’s a very old-fashioned idea isn’t it? Girls are supposed to be independent and..and strong! But I’m not. I want to be cared for and cared about. Sir does that. He loves me.”

“So, you have lots of men, but I’m curious, how many women clients?”

“Well, actually doctor, you’re my first!”

With a smile the doctor stood up, removed her dress revealing that she was naked under it and crossed over to me. In anticipation I stretched, pulling against the restraints that held my arms behind my head and my legs apart. I wasn’t afraid. She had been very kind and gentle when she trussed me up at the start of our session.

“Am I now? “, she said as she caressed my inner thigh. She was looking straight at my cunt. I’m sure it was glistening. “That’s interesting. I’ve never had a virgin before.”

She lowered herself until her tits were just above my mouth. They were big, firm tits, with big brown areolas and nipples. I craned my neck up so I could suck a nipple in. I’d never tasted a woman’s nipple before, but I instantly got some idea of why men are so obsessed with our tits. It felt so good, especially when it hardened in my mouth. She swapped that for the other one as her hand slid to my cunt. I sucked her nipples in turn for a while; I could have continued all day, but she stood up and began to concentrate on my cunt. She had obviously lots of experience and it wasn’t long before with her caresses and the arousal from baring my soul to her, I was gasping, moaning and writhing against my restraints, very near to an orgasm. Deftly she pinched my clit and finger-fucked me with her other hand to finish me off. I lay back, gasping.

“Happy, my dear?”

“Hmm, oh, yes, thank you. I didn’t know how I’d like doing it with a woman, but I liked it, very much!”

“That’s good my darling, but you have me at a disadvantage. You see, getting you off like that has made me very, very horny. And I really think that the only way I’ll be truly satisfied today is if…”

She climbed onto the couch, straddled me and moved up so she was hovering over me.

“… I come on your face!”

With that, she lowered herself onto me. I could see that her cunt was glistening with arousal. It was a big cunt, I thought, though I’ve not see that many, with very complicated folds making up her cunt lips. Nervously, I tentatively pushed out my tongue and licked it. It tasted good, sort of tangy. I licked harder; she lowered herself more, making, ‘I’m very happy’ noises so I continued to lick around her vulva until it seemed appropriate to push my tongue into her vagina. It took me several attempts to find the entrance in all the folds but I found it eventually and pushed in. I tongue-fucked her trying to do to her what I’d had done to me by sir and thankfully, it worked. When she orgasmed she flooded my face with her fluids, crying out ‘Yesss!’ loudly.

She climbed off me and the couch quite soon after that. I hoped I’d done a good job. I’d certainly enjoyed it. Sir would be pleased with me. I began to get aroused again as I thought how I’d have to tell him all about it in great detail. Then he’d fuck me to exhaustion.

“Thank you, darling, that was lovely. Here,” said the doctor. She was wiping my face with a tissue. I smiled at her. She stooped and kissed me, full on the lips. I was surprised, as clients don’t usually kiss, certainly not so deeply and tenderly anyway. After a few seconds I kissed her back. It felt good. Her tongue probed my mouth, I sucked it in and we tongue-fenced for a little while. Then she gently but thoroughly licked her juices off my face. Finally, she untied me.”

“Darling, that was lovely. I shall book you again.”

“Of course, doctor. I’ve enjoyed it,” I said with genuine enthusiasm, because I had enjoyed it and I wanted more. When I was showered and dressed, she embraced me and kissed me again. I almost ran out to the car where sir was waiting for me. I knew he’d have a hard-on. My cunt tingled with anticipation.

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After showering, the doctor towelled herself off with a sigh. The girl had been spectacularly sexy; but also attractive through her vulnerability and sheer…prettiness! It had been easily the doctor’s best sexual experience. She couldn’t shake off a slight feeling of guilt, though.

“The girl’s being manipulated and exploited,” she thought, “And I’ve contributed to her exploitation by hiring her. But she was gorgeous!”

Returning to her study she sat at her desk glancing at the couch with a smile as she passed it. She had used call girls many times, never thinking much about their background stories. What she’d heard that day worried her. She didn’t understand the submissive aspect of the girl’s story at all. But she’d enjoyed being so dominant. “Well,” she thought, “I’m an astronomer, not a psychologist. But I’d better not use her again.” Do you think her resolve lasted?