Sexy Therapist Novels & Stories

They had sex in many areas of the house, but she never imagined he would want her to drop in panties in the kitchen pantry. Dexter strolled closer until Taesha's back brushed against the small table shelf. Taesha's eyes fluttered, and she knew what was coming next. Dexter was so close that she could feel the heat from his body as Dexter inserted his muscular thigh between her legs, making her kitty and breast ache with need from his touch. Seconds later, his hands and mouth slid from her breast to every aching body member. It didn't matter where they were anymore. Any available surf they could find would do. Dexter brought out something that Taesha didn't think she possessed: naughty Taesha.

This time, the dominant who wasn't used to being at the end of this fucking sexual tease gripped hold of her hand as soon as she left his skin, his jaw ticking in impatience. She looked up to him, a knowing smirk gracing the side of her beautiful lips. Hell, even her mole was more prominent now, and accompanied her dark make-up to perfect the act she was putting up at the moment. A fucking dangerous woman. "What. Is it?" That low sexual caress messed with his brain, and he bit his cheeks hard before he spoke in a strained voice. "This wasn't the deal, cara. My therapy is physical torture." Not this sexual frustration which was affecting his psychological state.

The Certified S*x Therapist (CST) ****** [Warning! Oral S*x Ahead!] Intro; “S*ck his c*ck until he spurts, and don't touch your p*ssy!” She ordered. Meanwhile, Madam Victoria–a CST (Certified S*x Therapist) crossed her legs, and dropped her chin, peeking at me through the edge of her sunglasses. Promptly, I protested, “B–But I already did that. Didn't I perform well–?”

Tessa’s pov My boyfriend fucked my best friend. The room tilted, walls blurring as if the world itself had lost its balance. The sound of skin against skin echoed in my ears, sharp and unmistakable. A woman’s voice echoed through the room, breathless and intimate. “Fuck yeah! Evan…oh daddy…oh God oh!!” The woman moaned. “Take my hole, baby. Don’t…don’t stop. Deeper honey, put that big boy deeper!”

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now. Alicia muffled her screams again, unsure of what to send back to him. It was funny because she was and always has been a horny nineteen year old virgin and she didn’t even know the guy she’s been sexting since summer. She had found his number on her phone and decided to text him and they’d started talking and ended up becoming sext buddies. He said things to her, things she could only fantasize about and she loved it. She wanted to meet him so badly but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if they met.

I almost squeal in delight when I brush against his growing bulge. My walls crumble down around me, and I toss my anger to the side to relish in his godlike body. My fingers comb through the back of his short black hair, grabbing some in my fist. I tug at it, not to break our connection, but to get his sexy voice to talk to me. The one which makes my knees wobble and propels me to my limit. Pleasure surges through me as he hisses. His deep, raspy voice stirs the beast within me. “Ah… Tiffany..”

Zeyo laughed after knowing that I have a new secretary, and it's a woman. "Stop it; I'm tired and bored of pretending to be gay. I'm going to have a female secretary. Dude, it's killing me!" I said with a frustrated voice. I felt someone hug me around the neck. I'm sitting on the sofa in my condo right now. Here, I can do everything that I couldn't do outside or inside the company. Here, I don't have to pretend. "Is she sexy?" a seductive voice from behind. "Are you acting like that because she's sexy?" Nheya asked while hugging my neck. I grabbed her hand, wrapped it around my neck, and glanced at her.

"I got you." Joan didn't want me to quit working at the club, but that hustling was just not for me. At some point in my life, I knew I would look back and ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?" Tucked away on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper, Secre X was a private and exclusive members-only gentlemen's club, where only elite businessmen—mostly married and bored—were admitted. It had no more than about thirty members and each member rented their own booth. Scott made loads from those guys.

*Will* Kelly's scent lingered… sweet, needy. I gripped the counter, my cock rock-hard, pre-cum staining my boxers. Divorced two years, I'd kept it locked down, but Kelly? no one likes her. She is my student and it's forbidden. But that tight hot body...curves begging to be gripped, and eyes promising sin. Fuck. But replaying her ass arched at my board... I unzipped, stroking hard, grunting her name. Cum hit my fist, shame mixing with hunger. The next session would be game over, if I didn't lock it down.

“Then… what happens now?” Jax leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Now we stop hiding it. We want to make you feel good. All three of us. Whenever you want. However you want. No more bets. Just us making our girl moan and cum until she can’t think straight.” Theo’s hand rested lightly on my hip. “And we’ll keep telling you how beautiful you are. How much we love your soft curves. How perfect your pussy feels when it gets wet for us.”