I wasn’t sure if I would see her again even though we had a scheduled appointment.  She arrived about 5 minutes late and I was quickly convinced that this shy woman from India would stand me up.   I had made it clear that I was expecting her to get naked in front of me, something that I know she would find very difficult to do.

“Hi Binita.  I’m glad to see you came today.  I had my doubts.”

“I did too Doctor.  I almost didn’t come.”

“Did you think a lot about what would be required of you if you came today?”

“Yes I did.”

“Did the thought excite you?”

“It scared me.”

“Well we will try to make this as comfortable for you as we can.  Afterall, that is the whole purpose of our meetings – to make you comfortable with your naked body and with sex.  So come close to me and stand right here.”  I reached under her skirt and she tried to pull away.  “Stay still.  I want to test a theory.”  With both hands I reached under her skirt which the pleats allowed me to do easily.  Under her skirt she wore nylon pantyhose and rather large white cotton panties.

With some effort I managed to get her panties and hose pulled down exposing her rather hairy black bush.  Her hands were touching my wrists apparently so that she could pull my hands away from her is she needed to.  I asked her to open her legs as much as she could with her panties and hose half way down her thigh.  Then I stuck my fingers in between her legs.  Her hand gripped my wrist hard trying to remove it.  But I held my ground, assuring her that it would be alright.  I found her crevice and stuck my finger into the opening of her vagina.  As I suspected, she was sopping wet.  I gathered some of her moisture onto my finger and pulled out.  She stopped her squirming.

“See this here, Binita.  This is proof that you are excited about our session.  That you did get excited about thinking about it.  Does the state of being excited scare you?  Can you distinguish between the two emotions?”

She stuttered a bit.  “I’m not sure.”

“Okay well I want you to feel safe in her with me.  Come.”  I led her into the room with a bed.  I closed and locked the door.   “There is just the two of us.  Now I want you to get undressed and get completely naked for me.”  I turned down the dimmer light to soften the mood and sat in the one chair in the room.  She began by removing the panties and hose which were half way down her thighs still.  Then her blouse, her slip and reluctantly her bra.  She tried to turn her back to me but I admonished her.  Her brown breasts were topped with large rosy aureoles and her brown nipples where large and protruding.  They looked like they were begging to be suckled.  Many bumps were visible around the edges.  I was looking forward to licking them.

“That’s very good Binita.  Very good.  I’m proud of you.  Now, move your hands away from your pussy and put them by your side.  Very good.  Now slowly turn around.  Excellent.  You have a very beautiful body.  Now come closer to me.”  She took a step forward and I encouraged her to come closer.  As soon as she was within reach I put my hands around her hips and slowly slid them down her backside.  She was trembling slightly.

“You should try to become more comfortable with your naked body.  When you are home alone, wear very little or no clothes.  Try wearing just a slip, for example.  No bra or panties.  Try dancing to some music naked.  You need to appreciate how your naked body can affect men.  Here can you see the bulge I have here.”  I took a moment to adjust the thick bulge in my pants while she watched me.

Have you ever considered trimming your hair here?”   I ran my fingers through her coarse black public hair.  I deliberately moved my finger tips along the edges of her vulva and across the flesh of her hooded clit.  I heard her moan a muffled “No.”  “You should think about it.  Open your legs a bit.”  She did as she was told.

“Good girl.”  I reached my hand between her legs.  Reached under to touch the bottom of her bum and slid my fingers forward into the folds and cracks of her flesh.  Her trembling became more noticeable and her breathing was loud and labored.  I could feel the juices pouring out of her.  I ran my finger along the edge of her slit.  After a few moments of doing this I was afraid she was going to fall down.  I got up from the chair and set her into it.  Standing in front of her, my pants at eye level, I asked her to remove my pants.  She hesitated but I insisted and she did.  My cock sprang out of my boxers through the slit, pointing at her forehead.

“Have you ever touched a man’s penis?”

“Yes a couple of times.”

“Touch mine.”  She reached up for it with her right hand and leaned to the left as though it would hit her in the face.  She touched it tentatively with her fingertips.  She squeezed it with her thumb and forefinger as if it was a toe.

“Don’t be so delicate.  Grab it with your whole hand.  Pull it as hard as you can.”  Her hand slipped off the end.  I nodded and she continued again.  She obviously had no idea what to do so I showed her the more sensitive parts of my cock, how to stroke it and explained to her about the uncomfortable flesh against raw flesh friction.  I managed to remove my boxers while I was demonstrating various parts of my anatomy.  I hinted that she should moisten my cock with her mouth but she was really shocked at the idea and I let it go.

There was some lotion in the side table and I settled for that.  I had her apply some to my cock and told her to rub me.  She got better under my verbal instructions but she wasn’t going to get me off.  I was excited and would have loved to have gotten off.  I let her play for a while.  She entered another world, eyes focus on my erect cock.  Her hands stroked it, amazed by its movement.  She was fascinated by the way my cock bobbed and reacted to her touch.  She let go and watched it much to my consternation.   I wanted her to continue the rhythm of her stroking but she kept breaking off to watch it struggle, pop and beg for attention.

It was an excruciating torture.  I loved the excitement.  I loved being on the edge but it was frustrating at the same time.  I suggested some cuddling.  The two of us naked on the bed.  It helped to bring me from the brink and calm myself some but her soft brown skin was exciting still.  I cupped her breasts from behind and my fingers found her bumpy nipples.  I enjoyed the smell of her skin as my lips found the back of her neck.

When the session ended we both dressed and she left.  I immediately returned to the bedroom, threw off my pants and jerked myself off with the thoughts of her nakedness, her resistance, her shyness.  Together we would explore her sexuality and awaken her desires.

I had an X-Ray of my lower back today.  The technician was a very attractive woman about 15 years younger than me.  The X-Ray Lab was packed.  Aren’t they always?  I had to wait about 20 minutes past my appointment time to get called.  The technician put me in the X-Ray room, handed me a Johnny and told me to put it on.  She was obviously in a hurry and returned while the Johnny was above my head.  My blue boxers exposed to the air.  I really didn’t mind and felt a bit amused by it.

The conversation was easy.  About how hard she worked but she seemed to genuinely like her job.  She asked about me, my injury, my work.  She said I would be more comfortable taking the pictures standing versus lying on the table.  I agreed when she asked for it, although this was such a rare occurrence for me I had no idea what would be more comfortable.

Then she began positioning me.  More specifically my hips.  Her hands gently framed my hips , her fingertips crept into the tender area of my abdomen.  Did she have any idea?  She stood close behind me guiding my hips this way and that, taking 5 or 6 X-Rays.  Now I was glad I was wearing the Johnny.  Now there was something private to hide.

Her hands were gentle, her fingertips expertly laid on me.  I reacted to her touch.  I wonder if she had any idea.  We chatted.  She complimented me.  Called me smart.  Was it possible that she was flirting with me?  I was putty in her hands.  Please leave your hand there a little longer, I thought.  Please move it a little closer.  May I kiss you?  I wondered if my excitement showed as she disappeared behind the curtain, telling me to hold my breath.  Another shot, another positioning but soon it was over as quickly as it started.  People in the waiting room.  Wait while she checks the X-Rays.

Tempted to remove the Johnny.  To show her the results of her professional training on my clearly unprofessional body.  But reason prevents me.  Instead I hope all the X-Rays come out blurry and I have to get more.  Likely, though, that I will never see her again. The thought depresses me yet I will focus on the thrill.  I’m so easy.

Her name was Binita and she was from India.  More specifically, her parents were from India and she was born there, but she moved to this country when she was under two.  Her problem as she described it was a bad feeling about her body and about sex in general.  At 24 she was still a virgin and, in fact, had never had a serious relationship with a man or boy.

“So Binita, would you consider yourself a shy person?”

“I would say I’m on the shy side although mostly in social situations with men.  I do fine at my job or when I was in school but if I am alone with a man I tense up and become overwhelmed with the feeling that at some point, that man will want to touch me or see my body.”  In truth she didn’t have a bad looking body although she dressed in baggy clothes that didn’t complement her body.  Her skin was magnificent; blemish free and chocolate brown.

“Whenever I’m in an intimate situation with a man I become overwhelmed with this thought of what will happen if he wants to become more intimate.  Once I actually jumped when a man put his arm around me and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“And how did he respond when you did that?”

“Well, he took his arm away and even though I apologized there was no touching for the rest of the date and he never called me again after that date.”  She showed no sign of any accent.  Perhaps a bit of residual tone – slightly higher than a second generation American – but her words were pronounced impeccably.

“How far have you actually gone with a man?  Have you kissed a man?  Made out with a man?  Let him touch your body?  What about girlfriends?”

“I’ve kissed men – sometimes for a sustained period – but never let them touch my body.  There have been a few times when I would have let them touch my body but they didn’t take advantage of my willingness.”

Well, I’m sure that had to do with the signals you are giving off when you are with them.  Would you like to feel more comfortably around men, improve your confidence, and better understand the signals you give off?”

“Yes, very much.”  I got up from my chair and walked around behind hers.  I put my hands on her shoulders and felt her neck tighten up as I did.

“Try to relax.”  I began to massage her neck and shoulders lightly.  She continued to tense her muscles.  “I assume this is the way you always dress.   These clothes look two sizes too big.  And too many layers.  Aren’t you hot in all these clothes?  Why don’t you take off your sweater?”  She didn’t respond.  She seemed frozen.  Stiff, silent, in spite of my attempts to relax her neck muscles.

“I’m going to take off your sweater.  Please try to relax.”  It was a pullover and I slowly lifted it from the bottom rolling it over her ample breasts and pulled first one arm. Then her head, then the final arm through the material.   Under the sweater she wore a flowered blouse made of some synthetic material looking like silk but considerably thicker.  I could see a white cotton slip under her blouse and there was undoubtedly a bra under that.  She wore a long woolen skirt that dipped below her knees.  Rather thick stockings or yoga pants were under that.

“I have a bed in the adjoining room.  I’d like to go in there with you and just cuddle for a while.  Is that okay with you?”  She paused for a minute.

“Yes. I guess that would be okay.”

“Well, I would like for you to take off your blouse and your skirt before we do.  Correct me if I’m wrong but you would still be wearing pants and a fully covered top.”

“Yes, but I can’t do that.  I would feel naked.”

“Alright, let’s go lie down.”  I led her into the adjoining room and got into the bed before her.  I encouraged her to climb in and she was obviously shy, getting in tenuously.  I positioned her so that she was lying on her side facing away from me and I spooned her from behind.  My lower hand fit under her waist and my upper arm surrounded her upper torso.  My bicep crossed her breast and my hand held hers just above her other breast.  I gave her a one armed squeeze, pressing her breasts with my arm and hers.  I lowered my head against the back of her neck.

“You understand that the purpose of this is to make you feel more comfortable with intimacy.”  She nodded but I could feel the tension in her whole body.  She had an interesting aroma.  Like no other woman I had ever been with.  Probably due to her diet.  I wanted to taste her skin.  I moved my lips against her neck.

“In our next session I want you to take off your clothes before we cuddle.  I want you to learn to feel comfortable about your own body.  I want you to appreciate the beauty of your nudity.  You do have a beautiful body, you know.“  I gave her another squeeze and pressed my lips on her neck.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”  My lips began to kiss her naked neck, tasting her sweet spicy brown skin.

“You must.  If you want to get better.  If you prefer, I can bring in another man but you must learn to be naked in front of men.  You must learn about the power that your body wields over men.  You must achieve some comfort with your sexual side.

“I’m just not sure.”

“Today I will let you get away with it but not in the future.  Next time you will be required to get naked in front of me.  I will promise to keep your virginity intact – at least until we have talked about the possibility of taking it.  That, of course, won’t be necessary, but undressing and showing me your naked body will be required.  Think about that and plan for it.”  She remained quiet.

After a time, I could feel her responding to our cuddling.  Her whole body was beginning to shake.  I cuddled her closer, kissing her neck, nuzzling her thick black hair.  Her aroma, her closeness, the shivering of her warm body, all intoxicating me.  I soothed her with my arms, pressing against her back, squeezing her.  We lay like that until the end of the session.  Got up, got dressed.

“Will I see you next week, Binita?”

“Yes.”

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“Hi Doctor.  How are you today?”  Lena shook my hand and immediately invaded my space, moving her body right in close to mine.  I didn’t mind.  Taking in her aroma was like fresh based bread.  No, it was like the fresh scent of flowers in the spring.  No, it was her.  The warm heat of her smooth flesh emanating an odor that surrounded her like a cocoon, and enveloped me in its sweet, soft arms.

Today, I expected to fuck her and so everything this gorgeous nymphomaniac dished out today, I was willing to accept.  I hoped it would lead her to a better understanding of her behavior but I had also got caught up in the fantasy.  All week I had been thinking about her.  Letting my imagination get away from me.  Letting my erection grow under my naked self as I went to bed.  Sometimes having to relieve the pressure that built up within.  These were good releases.  Strong releases.

Realizing that I showed no intention of moving away from her, she pressed her body against me.  I felt an electric shock as her breasts squeezed themselves against my chest.  Her arms slithered around the small of my back.  My cock was already hard and it pressed against the rounded flesh of her abdomen.

“Are you going to make love to me today, Doctor?  You’ve hinted at it.  You seem ready.”  Her eyes pointed downward.   I was aware of every movement of her body.  Arms, breasts, stomach, legs – all moving just slightly making my insides shudder.  Her blonde hair fell across my neck.  Its softness was startling yet soothing.

“Well, Lena, I occasionally use it as part of my therapy.  I sometimes find that it helps a client make progress toward understanding their behavior.”

“Well you’ll have to stop the mumbo jumbo talk if you want a piece of this.”  She took a step back and pushed one strap over her shoulder, then the other.  Her dress fell to the floor, revealing her black matching see-through bra and panties.  Why is it that seeing a breast or a pussy in a shadow, fully exposed but slightly disguised is so much hotter than the naked truth?

“You should be telling me how beautiful I am and how much you want me.”  She had one hand on her hip and was swaying her body, flaunting her perfect figure in front of me.  “If you think I’m so easy that you don’t have to romance me, you are mistaken.  I want the romance just like any other girl.”  She moved forward putting her outstretched hand on my chest.  She pushed me back into my chair until I was seated.  She then straddled me.

“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?”  She reached behind her and started to remove her bra.  Her hips were moving across my thighs rubbing against my extended cock.

“Do you always get the romance you want?  Could you stop yourself now if you wanted to?”

“Of course I could stop.”  She leaned forward and pressed her naked breasts against my chest.  Her mouth hovered over my ear while her hair tickled my cheek.  “Do you really want me to stop?  I feel something down here that tells me you want to continue.”  Her hand was rubbing my swollen cock which was feeling terribly cramped inside my pants.

Her wet lips kissed me just below my ear, then on my neck.  Her hands worked at my belt.  Oh, her aroma, the softness of her hair.  My arms surrounded her, touching her warm supple tempting flesh.  I felt her pop me free, as she slid down my body, her face moving closer to my cock, now constrained not by my pants but by the size of my skin.  I swear the inside of my cock was trying to expand outside its skin.  It wanted to explode.  My mind could sense her moving, coming closing.  The anticipation growing powerfully like an accelerating freight train.   Finally her lips wrapped themselves around my hard stiff pole.  Her tongue and lips danced, her hands removed my pants.

It’s a powerful feeling to have a beautiful woman attending to your sexual desires.  Watching her between her legs, sitting at your feet.  Her eyes staring up, submissively, actively seeking your approval.  She had sparkling blue eyes that darted back and forth, seeking, searching for every little sign of reaction.  With every reaction to her lips, her tongue, her cheeks, her hands, she countered.  I had to admit she was wonderfully talented.  Accelerating my excitement she would take me close to the brink and then slow before it’s too late.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  Each time a new level was achieved.

I don’t remember removing my shirt or shoes or anything for that matter.  I do remember her leading over to the bed and lying me down.  We were both completely naked when she sat her soppy musty pussy on my face.  It was demanding attention and I didn’t let it down, licking her moisture, tonguing her slit, sucking on her quite large clit.  Her clit was like a tiny penis.  I had never had one so large inside my mouth.  I could actually pull it into my mouth, wrap my lips around it and pull the skin up and down it.  She began screaming with each thrust of my lips.

She was playing with my cock but I could tell she was losing control as her ministrations began to lose focus.  Her breathing became labored and when I poked a finger into her ass while sucking on her clit, her body released and convulsed.  Fluid poured from her cunt, soaking my face.  Her legs clamped around my head.  I had trouble breathing but held on through the length of her orgasms.  When she finished she rolled off me and while I was still gasping for air, mounted me.

She sat on my erection pushing it slowly into her.  In spite of the abundance of moisture, her tunnel was tightly wrapped around me.  It was wonderful, natural, normal.  She sat on me and moved up and down slowly.  Her hands rested her weight on my chest.  Her hair fell around her face as she stared into my eyes.  Her eyes were no longer darting, no longer seeking but driven, purposeful, persistent.  She moved her hips deliberately.  Gaining speed, she lowered her chest against mine.  Her nipples hard as pebbles, pressed into her pillows of supple flesh.  It didn’t take long before she overwhelmed me.  Wrapped together as one.  Hips moving together.  Flesh melded.  My excitement all consuming and her enabling it, allowing me to consummate it.  In perfect time I exploded deep inside of her.  Her movements perfectly timed to each explosion.  Peaking with each burst.

“Fuck,” I thought as I realized I hadn’t used a condom.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  But done.  Too late to reverse the action.  I could only hope she was clean and on birth control.  And I knew, of course, that she perhaps the highest risk person I had ever fucked with.  A woman who probably does 20 men a month.  Gesus what was I thinking.  Normally I would want to push this woman off of me but in spite of her promiscuity, I felt a connection with her and continued to hold her in my arms as a soothing numbness filled my brain.

She woke me up when she pulled off of me.  The cold air rushing over me where her warm body had been.  How long had a slept?  I looked over at the clock and our time was over.  I had another client in 15 minutes.  It was the last thing in the world I wanted.  And I sure didn’t want to use our entire session fucking.  There was supposed to be a wrap up but it would have to wait until our next session.

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Lena and I

I was ready for Lena when we met again.  I was prepared for her to be sexually aggressive toward me.  I had decided for this session, I would not have sex with her.

“Tell me Lena, what is the longest time you’ve gone without having sex with a man?”

“Maybe a week.  Probably not that long.  I guess it depends how far back you want to go.  Maybe when I was 15.”  She was wearing a tight fitted red dress that showed off her hourglass figure.  Spaghetti straps, naked legs, and 2 inch heels completed the seductresses outfit.

“Have you ever tried to go without sex?”

“Not really.  I can’t control my urges and when I want sex – when I’m horny – I just do it.”  She crossed her legs.  Her dress crawled up her thigh exposing almost all of it.

“Are you satisfied with the way you behave?”

“Sometimes I’m ashamed of my behavior but most times, I’m okay with it.  Depends on the guy and the circumstances.”  She began rocking her upper leg.

“Have you ever met a man that you wanted to have a long term relationship with?”

“Oh yes.  A couple I guess.  But it’s been a while.  I kind of gave up on that way of thinking.”  Her leg seemed to be moving faster now and in a wider arch.

“Why do you think you go after all these men?”  She sat a bit straighter in the chair as if taken aback by my comment.

“Most of the time, these men come after me, you know.  I don’t have to do much chasing.”  She seemed genuinely hurt by my comment which I hadn’t intended.

“I’m sorry, Lena.  I didn’t mean it like that.  You are an extraordinarily beautiful woman and I’m sure there are many men who pursue you.  Let me ask this a different way.”  She seemed to settle down a bit.  “You say that you desire a lot of men.  Where do you think this desire comes from?”

Lena stood up and unzipped the side of her dress.  “I think it might be physical.  I think there is something wrong with my clit.”  By this time she had stepped out of the dress and wore a matching bra and panty set – white, lacy and very revealing.  She moved toward me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and sat down on the couch beside my chair.

“Here, take a look.”  She removed her panties and opened her legs exposing her entire genital region to my view.  Her lips were clean shaven and there was a small patch of closely trimmed hair in a triangle above her pussy.  This arrow of hair seemed to be pointing downward as though I needed a directional signal.  I tried to act nonchalant but I could feel my pants squeezing my growing member.  I wasn’t completely immune to this woman’s charms.

She spread her lips and pulled them upwards.  “Have you ever seen a clit as large as mine, Doctor?  Can you see it?  Come closer.  Really, I think it is abnormal.”  I did turn my chair and dip my head a little closer.  Sure enough, her clit was one of the largest I’d ever seen.  It was clearly visible and stood close to an inch long.

“Have you been examined by an OBGYN?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“And what did they tell you?  Did they find that it was abnormal?”

“No.  He just said it was large but not abnormal, but I think it demands more attention because of its size.  I hate it and wish I was just normal like every other woman.  Sometimes I think I might be a hermaphrodite.  You know, part man.  Cause I think like a man about sex.  I want sex for sex sake and I don’t care about all the love stuff that other women seem concerned with.  And I’m horny all the time.  My clit is hard right now.  Touch it and see how hard it is.”

I found I couldn’t resist her suggestion.  I was fascinated by the size of her clit.  I reached out and touched it.  I held it between my two forefingers and my thumb and unconsciously pushed her outer skin down the shaft.  She moaned and lifted her hips slightly.  I pulled away but it did feel like a small penis.  It was hard and sensitive and definitely the biggest clit I had ever seen.

I looked over at her sitting in her bra and high heels.  Her legs spread open, hips on the edge of the couch.  Her fingers were still spreading her privates.  I was excited by the inside of her thighs and for a second fancied how my head would fit.

“Well it’s possible that there is a physical component to your problem but I think we should focus on the mental aspects.  It is after all where my expertise lies.”

“Are you sure, you don’t want to work on this, Doctor?”  She thrust her hips toward me.

“No thank you.”  I deliberately did not qualify my answer even though I still was thinking that sex with this client might be necessary.  If only to get the sexual tension out of the way.

“Don’t you find me attractive, Doctor?”

“It’s not that.  It’s not that at all.  I just think that, for now, we need to focus on the psychological side of your problem.  I find you very attractive.”

“But not irresistible?”

“Does that make me more attractive to you, Lena?  The fact that I may find you resistible.”

She looked me over, finally releasing her lips from her fingertips.  “I don’t know.  But I do find you very attractive.”  She got up from the couch and moved behind me.  She took off her bra and wrapped it around my neck.

“I am attracted to you.  And I find my hormones out of control.”  Her fingers began running through my hair as she pressed closer to me.  “I can feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter.  It’s as though you are playing with it.”  She pressed her breasts against my hair.  Her hands moved down the front of my shirt.  “Just being naked with you got my juices flowing.”

“What would you like to have happen right now?”

“I would like to suck on your cock.  I would like to get it hard and stiff and see it respond to my touch.  I want you to suck on my pussy and fuck me hard right here on the floor.”  I felt her warm breath against my neck causing goosebumps.  Her hands worked their way inside my shirt.  Her words were flashing images through my mind.  I felt her breasts rubbing against me, smelt her fresh feminine fragrance.  I was surrounded by her naked skin, so soft and supple.

My heart was racing and my mind was blurred by the miasma of this woman.  I could fuck her.  Would probably have to, to get it out of the way, so we could move forward.  But was right now the time.  It took all the mental strength I had to stand up and pull myself away from her gentle caresses.

“Not today, Lena, not today.”  I helped her gather her clothes and get dressed.  “For our next session, I’d like to plan 2 hours.  Are you okay with that?”  She gave me a big smile and her assent.  I hoped I’d get some therapy in before she attacked me next time.

I have been posting an erotic serial series, about a Sex Therapist on WordPress while Xanga was rebuilding.  This is the 9th installment.  To read them all (or pick out a specific client using tags) you can start here:  http://rushmorejudd.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/diary-of-a-sex-therapist-part-1/.

Diary of a Sex Therapist, Part 9

Michael and Brandi

Michael arrived early which made Brandi smile.  He was enjoying these sessions and eager to be there.  She brought him in early to reward his enthusiasm.

“How are you today, Michael?”

“I-i-i’m g-g-good.”

“Well today we are going to turn the tables a little.  Today you will begin to build your confidence in dealing with women.  I am going to teach you how to make love to a woman, so that you can become a great lover.  Does that sound like something you are interested in?”

“Y-y-yes.”  I thought he was going to pop his load right there as I watched from the comfort of my office through the video feed.  Brandi was such a fox.  She could exude sexuality as easily as some could talk.  She was completely at ease with her own sexuality.

“Maybe if you become more comfortable with your sexual ability, you’ll get rid of that stutter.  Come over here and take off my clothes.”  Michael obeyed, first looking a little stunned as to where to begin, he realized that the buttons on her blouse made the most sense.  The first one was easy but the next one right between her breasts gave him a hard time.  And his hardon was quite noticeable.  He eventually removed her blouse.  She refused to turn around and he had to reach back and fumble with her bra strap for a long time before she finally gave up and turned around.

“See how this is constructed.  There are hooks and you have to pull one way moving the straps closer until the hooks free.”  He unhooked her bra using two hands.  “Hook it back together and try it again with one hand.”  He did this and she made him do it one more time but from the front this time.  As he leaned in close to her, reaching back for her bra she kissed him on the cheek.  He removed the bra sliding the shoulder straps down her arm.

“Good.  The movement of your hands along my arms while you remove it is very sensual.”  She slipped out of her sandals while he began to work on the belt of her shorts, then her zipper.  “Don’t be afraid to touch me sensually while you are doing this.  You can touch me anywhere you want in whatever way you want.”  She could see him go weak in the knees.

“For example, when you are removing someone’s pants sometimes it’s fun to put your hand down the front first.  Sometimes the zipper will just work its way free with your hand on the inside.”  It was too late for him to try this, of course, as he was pulling her shorts down over her slim smooth legs.  She only had her tiny panties on.

“Now use a little sensual touch as you remove my panties, Michael.”  He got on his knees reached behind her placing his hands on the top edge of her panties and began to slowly peel then off her behind.  Making sure to run his fingertips along her rounded flesh, he followed her curves along her bottom to the tops of her thighs.  He pressed his face against her stomach and kissed her.  His hands moved around to the side of her thighs and pulled her panties down and off her legs.

“That was very good Michael.  You have do have a natural talent.  Look at how my nipples have responded.”  She held her breasts displaying her nipples to him while enjoying a little squeeze.  “Now let’s see what you know about exciting a woman’s breasts.”

Michael stood up and put his lips around one of her nipples.  He then started to bite it.

“Ouch.  Not like that.  That’s too rough.  Some women like it rough like that but it’s a small minority.  Licking, sucking and kissing is good.  Biting and pinching have to be done gently and with extreme care.  She led him to the bed where she lay down.  “Let’s try that some more.”

Michael kissed her nipple and sucked on it.

“Yes that’s good.  Try a little squeezing with it.  Touch my other nipple.  Oh.  Too hard.  Graze it gently with your fingertip.  Run around the edge in a circle.  Nice.”  She let him go for a while, then showed him some squeezing techniques and let him try that.  “And don’t just focus on one nipple move back and forth a bit.  Very good.”   Michael was a fast learner.  Brandi was enjoying herself and his ministrations.

“Okay.  Now for some advanced training on the other erogenous zones.  Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

“Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy up close?”

“N-n-no.  Not since I was born.”  Brandi laughed at his joke.  Again she felt an overwhelming urge to hug this kid.  He was so very cute.

“Well take a close look.”  She moved her hands down to her clean shaven pussy and pulled her outer lips apart.  Michael moved his face within a couple of feet.  Brandi enjoyed this part of her job.  She was an exhibitionist at heart and showing off to young boys was definitely one of the enjoyments of the job.  “There are two sets of lips inner and outer.  See.  Can you see where my opening is?”

“Yes.”

“Touch it.”  He put his finger on the outer edge of her vagina.  “Yes, that’s it.  Now push your finger in just a little.  Good.  Feel how tight that is with just one finger.  Now make a circle and press on the edge.  I like the way that feels.  It’s a good way to start.  Hmmm.”

She let him do that for a while before beginning again.  “Okay now we’ll find my clit.  It’s hidden a bit.”  She still had her lips held open.  “Run your finger tip up through the deepest part of my pussy.  Find the crease between the lips.  When you get to the top stop.  Yes right there.”  She took a deep breath.  “Right now you are at the bottom of my clit.  Clits are very sensitive and just holding your finger there excites me.  And I can feel every tiny movement.  I want you to slowly lift your finger until you feel my whole clit.  Ahhhh.  Yes.”

“Can you feel how it is hard like a tiny penis?”

“Sort of.”

“Try it with your tongue.  You may have to hold my lips open.  Run your tongue through my crevice and all the way up like you did your finger.  Oh, Michael, you have no idea how good that feels.  Please do it again.”  He did and then she lifted his face off of him.  She didn’t want him to stop but knew she had to finish his instruction.  Dr. Potterfield was watching.

“Each woman has a different clit and each has a different way she likes to be excited.  Most won’t tell you exactly what they like, so how are you going to tell?”

“I don’t know.”

“By their reaction.  Try different techniques and listen to their breathing, their moaning, feel how their flesh reacts, if their muscles tighten, etc.  I think you are a natural at listening to a woman’s body.  Some like you to run circles around their clit because it’s often to sensitive too touch it directly, so just getting close and causing movement in the area is what they like.  Some like you to suck on it.  Others like you to flick it either with your tongue or your fingers as fast as you can.  Whatever you do make sure there is plenty of moisture present, either from her pussy or from your own mouth.  So let’s try these three techniques.  Make yourself comfortable between my legs and let’s see how you do.”

Michael did very well.  And Brandi encouraged him with her moans and her hands in his hair.  Whenever, he hit a good spot she would overtly react even arching her hips occasionally.  It wasn’t hard to do.  He was genuinely very good and she was genuinely excited by him.  There was not much to chide him about.  Her pulse was racing and her breathing was much quicker.  At one point she decided to let herself have an orgasm.  It was not part of the training but something she needed.

“Please suck on my clit some more, Michael.  And put your fingers inside of me.  Deeper.  Push them in and out.  Faster.  Oh god yes.  Suck me, lick me.  Yes, yes yes!”  She gripped his hair with her hands in tight fistfuls and let herself go.  Michael could feel her orgasm as she thrust her hips toward his mouth and moaned loudly.

“Enough.  Enough.”  She pulled his head up and kissed him and hugged him.  “Thank you, Michael, that was wonderful.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”  Brandi smiled, her hands cupping his head, fingers in his thick brown hair.

“Yes, of course I did.  Did you?”

“Yes I accidently went off while I was licking you.”  She gave him another hug.  He was eager to please and would make a good lover.

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