by JB Duvane
"So, Emily, let's talk. I know you're going through much more than a girl your age typically has to go through. What can I help you with?"
She gazed at the ceiling, contemplating what she wanted to say to me, then heaved a huge sigh and leaned back in her chair. The way she flung her body back reminded me of a child on the verge of having a tantrum. The contrast between her child-like mannerisms and her very womanly body was making my dick positively ache.
Finally she spoke, "The house is just so big and lonely. I thought I could handle it, but I don't know what to do. My mother was such a control freak; she had everything organized down to the letter. But I’m just not that good with keeping things running smoothly. I don't know how she did it, especially with her ... habits." She looked bitter as she said this word. I was well aware of her mother's vices.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she went on, “And all of those empty rooms are starting to take their toll. Too many memories associated with those abandoned rooms."
"What kind of memories?" I asked, my cock growing harder with each word.
She looked at me darkly, but said nothing. She looked even more fuckable with that nasty look on her face.
I took a different approach when she remained silent. "We don't have to address everything right now, Emily. But I do hope that one day you will trust me with what’s bothering you—with your … memories."
She nodded, her blonde hair falling in front of her face a little. I wanted to reach across the desk and brush it out of her eyes, but if I did that I wouldn't be able to resist putting my tongue into her mouth.
"Have you thought anymore about selling it and moving somewhere a little more manageable?"
Her face returned to normal and she started to come back out of her shell. We could talk about more mundane things this session—that was fine. But I was going to find out what was floating around that mind of hers, and before long, she wouldn't be holding anything back from me at all.
"Well, yes. I've thought about it quite a bit since you mentioned it at the funeral. I just don't even know where to start with selling a house like that. Not to mention all of the antiques my mother collected. None of it is really my style."
"If you'd like any help with that I'd be more than happy to look into it for you."
"Really? That would be so kind of you. I don't have anyone to help really. I mean there are some aunts and uncles and cousins, but I don't have much of a relationship with any of them, and they all live so far away. Besides, to tell you the truth, I don't exactly trust my extended family. I'm not sure what my mother may have told you, but there have been a lot of ... rough spots in our family relations. I don’t want to speak ill of her, but I know my mother told the rest of the family many things about my behavior, many things which were not true. She had very skewed views of me—like I was some sort of competition.”
I raised my eyebrows at this, although not in an incredulous way, but instead with a knowing acceptance. I knew there was tension between Amelia and her daughter. Her mother was a beautiful woman and wasn't used to being upstaged by anyone, but I had no idea she had told anyone but me about her feelings. From what she said to me they were fears that she tried not to dwell on. Fears that embarrassed her and that she didn’t want to be judged by.
"Well, I don't doubt what you’re telling me. I am aware you and your mother had a very complex relationship." I waited for her to go on.
A thoughtful look came over her, then she spoke, looking me directly in the eye. "I think I would like you to help me sell the house, though. I have no desire to manage a huge piece of property like that. The thought of it is just too overwhelming. I would much rather liquidate and move on. Would you really be willing to help me with all of that?”
"I certainly would. I told you, Emily, I’ll do anything I can to help you.”
"How can we get started then? Do you know any realtors you can refer me to?”
"I do. But I’ll tell you what. If you're really serious—and you feel like you can trust me—you can just sign the deed over to me and I will take care of the rest. You don't have to lift a finger. As soon as the house sells, I will notify you, and in the meantime I’ll help you look for a place that is more suited to your lifestyle. How does that sound?" I truly was happy to help, mostly because this arrangement would bind me to her more solidly than we already were.
She smiled warmly. "I would like that very much. Thank you, Max." Then she blushed, and said with an air of playfulness, "I still think I might feel more comfortable in that big old house if I had some company, though. It gets so cold there at night, and while we’re finding me a new place I think it would be good for me to have someone there to curl up with. Someone to keep me warm." She looked straight at me, gauging my reaction. She was a bold little thing.
I chuckled at this, although in my mind I pictured her lying underneath me, sweating and screaming out my name. "How about a dog instead?" I offered with a little smirk, then fidgeted under my desk, adjusting my posture.
"No, I'm allergic. I really do think a man would be better."
She smiled coyly. She was being a lot more direct than I had anticipated. I should have known—having been raised by a woman like Amelia—that she wouldn't be easy to predict. But that’s what made this conquest all the more thrilling. She bit her bottom lip again and looked up at me, waiting for my response. At least she was steering this conversation in a good direction for me to find out some things I needed to know.
“So no boyfriend then?" I asked her, with what I hoped was an expressionless tone.
"Is that really any of your business?" she asked, feigning offense.
Contrary to the illusion that she was trying very hard to create, I didn't suspect that she had ever had a boyfriend or very much experience with a man at all. But I imagined she didn't want me to know that. She wanted me to think of her as a worldly woman, one that would rival her mother in every way. But what she didn’t understand was it was her innocence—her lissome, nubile body that screamed virgin at every twist and turn—that made my cock stand at attention and practically bust through my pants.
I had a sixth sense for untouched pussy and innocence that was desperate to be sullied. To be honest, I wanted her either way, but the thought of my cock being the first one inside her—ripping her little cherry to shreds—had me going wild. It wasn’t just desire now, I fucking needed to rip her apart.
"I think it is my business if we are going to have a doctor/patient relationship. If I am going to be able to help you at all, you have to let me in, Emily.” I replied, using my best psychiatrist tone with her.
"What about if we were to have a different kind of relationship? Then would it still be your business?" she responded, looking up at me with big eyes. This was obviously all a game to her, and my heart was pounding right along with her through every twist and turn that our discussion took.
"Then it would most certainly be my business," I said sternly, without missing a beat. I looked her dead in the eye, letting my darkness bore into her, and letting her know in no uncertain terms who was in control here. Who would always be in control. Her cheeks visibly flushed when she noticed me staring at her and I openly ogled her tits for a moment, letting her see me stare, then raised my eyes back to meet hers. She should know that I was going to take what was mine, and that her games had consequences.
She looked down at her hands, seeming to lose some of her confidence, and nearly whispered, "No, then, I haven't." She looked down at the floor, suddenly being bashful, and I couldn't tell whether this was a part of her act, or not. She looked like nothing but a scared little girl to me.
After unsuccessfully trying to pry information about my own love life out of me, she started biting her nails and I knew that scared little girl I saw a minute ago wasn’t an act. It was a habit of hers I’d seen before, and her obvious nervousness made her even sexier. This newly formed woman, sitting in my office chair flashing me her pussy and pointing her nipples at me had n
ow reverted back to a nail-biting little girl. I couldn’t have wanted her more.
I leaned across my desk and grabbed her wrist firmly, its dainty size and smoothness feeling absolutely perfect under my firm grasp. I wanted to grab the other one and hold them both above her head while I fucked her senseless.
She looked up with a start, but kept her eyes on her hand as I pulled it away from her mouth. She was so close I could smell her fruity lip gloss. I wanted to suck those pouty lips into my mouth and lick every last bit off of them. We both paused for just a beat, my strong hand wrapped firmly around her thin, delicate wrist. I let her feel the power that was present in this simple, seemingly non-sexual act of dominance, that made my desire for her soar.
She let out an audible gasp and her eyes rose to meet mine. “Don’t bite your nails. Your hands are far too beautiful to be chewed on,” I said to her in a deep voice that had taken on an air of sensuality. I didn't sound like a doctor any longer, I sounded like a man who was about to explode all over a set of perfect pink lips. I slowly brought her hand to my lips and wrapped my lips around her finger, looking into her eyes as I did.
My movements were slow and measured, but I had to hold myself back from jumping across the desk, my cock was aching so badly. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. I needed to own her.
I released her hand and watched her cheeks flush as she looked down. She brought her hands up to her breasts and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, revealing a dangerous amount of cleavage. Her nipples were still covered but everything down the center of her chest was visible. I watched her with interest.
“Do you think I'm beautiful, Dr. Max?" she asked, her voice taking on a sultry tone of its own, one that I didn't even know she was capable of.
I let out a low chuckle, leaning back in my chair now, repositioning myself and cocking my head to the side. I waited a moment before speaking, somehow forcing myself to say the words. "I think you should button your shirt, Emily."
She smiled her sweet, sexy little smile. "It's a little hot in here, don’t you think? This feels much better.”
She undid another button, and her nipples threatened to pop out entirely. Her light pink areola teased my vision ever so slightly, and I let out a deep sigh.
"As you wish. Now, where were we?" I said, trying to ignore the distraction. I would show her that I wasn't a man to be toyed with. I would fuck her when I said it was time, and the build up was assuring that it was going to be spectacular.
"You were asking if I was a virgin, and I was telling you that yes, I am. But I’m ready to not be, Max. I'm a lonely woman in a big, empty house."
"That's not exactly what I asked," I started, but she cut me off.
“It's what you wanted to know, though,” she retorted. Her bratty side was only egging me on.
She scooted forward and leaned toward me over the desk. "You told me yourself, if I needed anything at all, that you'd be happy to help me."
"I think we should wrap things up for the day. Why don’t you come back and see me again next week, and we can start over?” I said evenly, avoiding eye contact.
Emily huffed, and looked at me sternly. I sincerely hoped she wasn’t gong to throw a tantrum in here. I wanted her to wait until she was tied to my bedposts. Then she could huff and puff all she wanted, and I would spank the fuck out of her until she screamed.
She licked her lips, not rising from her chair, and undid another button of her top, her eyes locked on mine.
"Still want me to go?" She asked innocently, as she shrugged out of her blouse. The sheer fabric slipped down her arms and revealed her perfectly round breasts with nipples so erect that I wanted to bite them off.
“That’s enough, Emily.” I stood, walking around to the other side of my desk where she sat topless before me, her untouched breasts begging for my attention, her pussy undoubtedly leaking all over my office chair—the very same one that her mother had occupied many times before.
When I rounded my desk, she was immediately made aware of the imposing tent in my expensive trousers. My manhood strained at the fabric, and when I stopped next to her, my cock was parked at her eye level. I did nothing to cover myself, instead letting her gaze on my massive cock. I wanted her see the magnitude of what she was playing with.
Her eyes widened as she stared at my erection, her lips parted slightly. She looked like a deer in headlights now, unsure what to do with herself.
I grabbed her by the wrist again, gently but powerfully, just as I had before when I had chastised her for her childish habit. I guided her hand to my crotch and she opened her palm as I placed it squarely on my rock hard cock.
"Feel that, little girl?" I growled at her. My professional demeanor was gone, and had been replaced by the animal lust that this girl had initiated and magnified in me until it threatened to take over every ounce of decorum I possessed. I could barely breathe with her shaking hand cupping my throbbing member through my pants. I felt the intensity pour out of me as my eyes seared into hers. She trembled and nodded, letting out a little squeak that made my cock buck under her touch.
"Do you really think you can take all of that?" I moved her hand up and down my cock. She licked her lips, letting her teeth catch on the lower one, then she looked up at me with hungry eyes.
"Yes", she whispered, her voice an octave lower than it had been a minute ago.
“Is that what you want? There’s no turning back if you say yes.” Her eyes were almost terrified now. Filled with a desperation that spelled out just how much she wanted my cock inside her.
“Yes.”
"Yes, please," I corrected her sternly, rubbing my bulge, still clothed in my trousers, against her pale, soft cheek.
“Yes, please.” Her eyes were begging for me to fill her, but she wasn't getting it today—not yet. Although it took everything I had to not bend her over right there in my office, I held back. Now was not the time.
I pulled her out of her chair and grabbed her ass, holding her body against mine. I cupped her face in my hands and intertwined my fingers in her long, beautiful hair. Then I pulled her face in, almost kissing those plump lips of hers, but instead I hovered over her. My lips were so close to hers I could feel the heat pouring off of her in waves. I stayed there for a long moment, keeping her in my spell while her body squirmed against me, crying out for my cock. I pulled her head back and buried my mouth in her neck, licking and sucking it with a force that was merely a preview of what I would be doing to her virgin pussy before long.
I heard a soft moan escape from her throat as she continued to grind against me, tentatively at first, but with a growing fervor. Her bare tits were pressed against my chest, but I made sure not to touch them with my hands. I wanted her little pussy to ache for me, to be screaming for my touch by the time I finally gave her what she wanted.
I backed away from her, and held her at the waist in front of me. "Make an appointment with the receptionist to come back to me on Wednesday." I said.
She nodded, her blond hair tousled in the back. I crossed the room to pick up her purse and hand it to her while she buttoned her dress. She silently took her purse from my hand, then looked up at me, a fire blazing in her eyes. She looked like she was about to say something, but didn't. I opened the door for her slowly. "Don't forget, Wednesday,” I said in a low voice into her ear as she passed me.
5
Second Appointment (Emily)
On my second visit to Max’s office I confidently strode past the receptionist and down the hall. When I passed her desk, she tried to stop me, but I waved her off. She knew who I was. I saw that look she gave me as I entered the reception area. She practically rolled her eyes when I walked toward her, and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of treating me like a little girl. I had an appointment and I had business with Max.
I had sprayed on my most alluring perfume and was dressed in a tight black dress and strappy heels. I looked like I should be going to a cocktail party inste
ad of to an appointment with my psychiatrist, but we both knew he was more than that. He had played hard to get last time, but those last few minutes in his office took my breath away. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him and I was going to break him down today. I knew he could only last so long before he let me wrap my lips around that massive cock of his.
The corner of the manila folder that contained the deeds to my mother’s—well, to my—property peeked out from the top of my purse. I was more than happy to have Max take over all of the details of my property for me. It was a pain in the ass and I had no interest in real estate. Besides, having Max take over tied us together. If I didn’t find another place to live and the house sold, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go other than a hotel. There’s no way he would turn me away, especially if I looked up at him with my glossy lips slightly parted, like I did when he put my hand over his hard cock. He wanted to slip his cock in that space just as much as I wanted it there, there was no denying that. I knew there was no way he’d be able to say no to me.
Today I was going for a different approach—no more timid little girl. I had dressed for the occasion, and I was done playing games. Well, sort of.
His door was open when I approached, and so I walked right in, leaning against the doorframe for just a moment, showcasing myself.
"Emily. Right on time. Lovely to see you, as always." Max greeted me, slowly looking me up and down with interest. "You do look exquisite today, if you don't mind me saying so.” He smiled as he smoothed down his tie.
Dear god, he was beyond sexy.
I closed the door behind me without him asking. We were going to need our privacy, I had already decided that much. "Thank you, Max." I smiled demurely.
"Please, make yourself comfortable." Max motioned for me to sit across from him. His eyes were boring into me, searing my flesh. I wanted to strip off the tight fabric and just ride him right then and there. I wanted to feel the tingling of my bare flesh as I slid my stomach down his chest—his lips kissing their way down the cavern in between my breasts—as I sat right down on that fat cock of his.
