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Scott was delighted with how it ended. It was exactly what he had hoped for. Tony hammered into his wife's pussy, causing her to work her clit frantically. As he felt his climax, Tony yelled out, "Fuck, you slut, take my cum inside your cunt, bitch! Oh god, fucking YEEESSSS!" he shouted, which triggered Maxine's own orgasm. She thrashed her clit mercilessly, and screamed in joy as another thunderous orgasm shook her and swept through her body. Like a fairground merry-go-round ending its cycle, the couple gradually slowed their breathing and their heart rates. Tony remained inside Maxine, his cock softening. His cum oozed around Maxine's pussy lips, and she scooped it up, licking it into her mouth and enjoying its taste. "Wow," she whispered. "Just wow." "I fucking love it, Tony!" yelled Maxine, on the verge of ecstasy. "Keep going, I'm so close baby, please don't stop! Aaaaaarrrrghh!" she screamed, as she came explosively, squirting her fluids all over Tony's hands, and arching her

"Don't forget, folks, there's a shower room next door if you want. Otherwise, I'll see you in reception when you're ready," Scott informed them.Later that evening, The Rector's Gown"Gin and tonic for the lady, sorry, consultant," said Scott to Jules, as they clinked glasses. "Don't worry, they offer finance facilities at the bar. Reasonable rates, too. You don't see many pubs that offer Klarna.""Do I take it, O sex therapist, that your first clients went away happy?" asked Jules, ignoring Scott's sarcasm. "Will they be back for more?""Well, they have signed up for three more sessions," Scott replied, "so I'm sure they'll be back, even if it's just for the free booze. But yes, I think they were very, very happy. They love each other, Jules. They'd just forgotten how to show it."I suggested that we do a de-fuzzing session, because they both resemble the Amazonian rain forest down below. I was thinking, once they're both nice and smooth, of some mutual masturbation, with them facing

"That, my little anal whore, is to show porn," answered Scott. "I mean, I could put sport on, but it's there for clients who would like some added spice in their session." Jules shrugged, and left. In fact, thought Scott, this afternoon's client will probably want that.Later that afternoonMaria Karlsson was one of the most glamorous clients Scott had encountered. At her consultation, she informed him that she was originally from Sweden, but had moved with her Swedish husband to the UK many years ago. She was now fifty-three years old.She had the classic Swedish look: blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a narrow nose and full lips. She arrived at her consultation on a loud motorcycle, which Scott heard before he saw it. Her tight leather jeans and black leather biker jacket gave her a rebellious but sexy appearance, enhanced by a generous bust and black leather biker boots.Scott had been rather surprised that she wanted his help. A drop-dead gorgeous married woman clad in figur

The cab pulled away. She stood under the streetlamp, one arm hooked under her boyfriend's shoulder, dragging him along. For a moment, she paused to gather her thoughts, the night air biting against her skin and the lingering smell of exhaust from the cab filling her senses. His head lolled, words slurring. Her heels scraped the pavement, each step echoing in the stillness. Her skirt rode up with every step, crop top tight and damp with sweat. Curls stuck to her neck, gloss smeared on her mouth. The porch light snapped on. The door opened. His father stood there, tall and sober. She flushed, chest heaving, skirt barely covering her. He said nothing, just grabbed his son's other arm. They hauled him inside together, his body hot against hers. They dragged him up the stairs, one step at a time. The boy groaned, shoes scraping. Her heel slipped and she pitched sideways. His father grabbed her hip, fingers digging in, steadying her. He held on a second too long. Even after he let go, h

"Bend over," he ordered, pressing between her shoulder blades until her ass lifted high. Her skirt rode up around her waist, panties damp and clinging. She shook her head, twisting, trying to straighten up, but he pushed her back down hard. She kicked once, heels slipping on the carpet, her arms shoving uselessly against the mattress. His weight held her firm, no match for his grip. He forced her legs apart with his knee, prying her thighs open. His hand grabbed her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks until cool air hit her pussy. She whimpered, face pressed to the mattress, eyes on her boyfriend inches away. The man tugged her panties aside, fingers stroking her slit, smearing her slick higher. "You feel that?" he muttered, cockhead grinding over her lips. "So wet you can't hide it." His hand locked on her hip and hauled her back as he pressed forward. She twisted, pushing against the bed, arms shaking, but his strength caged her tight. Silence. The thick head shoved steadily,