“We’ll schedule a session for next Saturday, Joshua. I’m pleased you’re able to gain an erection, but there are several things we’ll need to work on, mainly your premature ejaculation and your refractory period. We’ll want you to last longer and recover faster. We’ll begin exhaustion therapy.”
“What’s that exactly?” I asked, wiping the cum from the head of my cock and sliding my softening shaft back inside my jeans. I was overcome with a feeling of failure.
“Next week.” She said firmly, avoiding my question. “You’re doing quite well. You should be pleased with your progress.”
“It’s just…” I stammered. “I’m worried...that’s never happened. You know.”
Mona laughed quietly. “Joshua, nearly every man is overly excited when presented with new pussy. Don’t worry,” she said, lowering her glasses to the tip of her nose and looking at me intently. “I have faith you’ll be back to normal in no time and be an even better lover than you were before.”
I stood and walked to the coat rack just at the door. Taking my coat in hand, I placed my hand on the knob.
“Joshua?” she asked.
I turned to face her. “Yes, Mona?”
“What excited you most?” she asked.
Thinking, I tapped my foot, remembering the feel of her body against mine. “The feel of your gorgeous tits in my hand. My cock felt so hard it was going to break.” I replied.
Mona smiled. “Good…. Next week, then?” she said.
“Next week,” I said as I turned the knob and left the office.
***
I’d prepared steaks, cauliflower, mash, and a salad for the evening. Complete with a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, I’d planned a quiet and romantic evening. It was the first time Becka and I had plans since I’d begun therapy with Mona, and I wanted the evening to be perfect. She’d decided to stay at the apartment she shared with her old college roommate the past couple of weeks so I could focus on getting better and not feel any sort of pressure to perform. She also needed to work out the feelings she was experiencing due to my issue. I held an immense amount of grief still, having put her through the pain of thinking she wasn’t attractive or desirable to me anymore, which simply wasn’t the case.
After dinner, we sat on the couch, sipping wine and cuddling close. She looked as sexy as ever. She’d refrained from straightening her naturally curly hair, something she knew I loved. It made her irresistibly sexy, and I loved the way it flew around her head as she rode me, which I was hoping to get the chance to experience tonight. She wore a tight, white tank dress that showed her voluptuous curves. Her juicy breasts were hiked high, showcasing her jiggling tits. As we sat close, I let my hand brush her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it, a beautiful smile coming to her face as she realized I was frisky and that she would, possibly, finally, get to enjoy the feel of my cock inside her pussy. It had been about nearly a month since we’d attempted to have sex, and I missed the feeling of being inside her.
“You sound like you’re happy with how it’s going,” she said, letting her head fall against my shoulder.
“Ya, it’s going well. I don’t know what it was, but I am certainly up to the challenge again, if you know what I mean,” I joked.
She giggled, placing her hand on my thigh. “Babe, I’m sorry I took it so personally. I--“
“No, no…. Babe, I totally understand. You don’t owe me an apology. That has to be hard to deal with. You know I love you. You know how hot you make me. I guess…I guess I was just stressed.”
“It happens to all of us. Remember when I stress-ate popcorn all month that one time!” she laughed.
I chuckled. “Yea. I had to hide the air popper from you.”
I brushed the palm of my hand against her breast again, letting it run to her shoulder and down her arm. Raising my arm, I slid it behind her back and grabbed her thigh. “Not that I don’t enjoy some of the payoff,” I said, squeezing her soft curves gently.
“Oh, you stop!” she giggled.
Taking her chin between my fingertips, I turned her head to mine, kissing her sweet lips. She tasted of red wine. I flicked my tongue against them, tasting her. Moaning softly in my mouth, she relaxed into me.
“Oh, Josh….” she moaned.
“Mmmm, come here, baby,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her body against mine. How I missed her supple curves and sweet smell. Rising from the couch, I slid to my knees. Positioning her, I leaned her back gently and reached for the hem of her tight, white dress.
“You look so unbelievably sexy tonight, Becka. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Josh. So much…” she said softly.
Pushing the skirt of her dress to her waist, I reached underneath and pulled down her black, satin thong panties. In my haste to taste her, I tossed them to the floor.
“Open your pussy for me, baby,” I instructed. “I want to taste you. It’s been too long.”
“Ohhhh...” she whimpered as she spread her legs for me.
Placing my hands on her thigh, I spread her lips, opening her to me. I moaned loudly. It’d been too long since I’d seen my sweet Becka’s pretty pussy. Leaning, I extended my tongue and licked her slit, tasting the delicate pearls of cream as they began to drip. I could feel her clit constrict. Placing my tongue against it, I flickered softly.
“Oh, Josh…” she whispered, sliding further into the couch and spreading her legs wider. I slid my body in between her legs and posted there, ready to satisfy her and eat her sweetly.
“I know, baby. I know…I’m going to take care of you tonight,” I said, reaching up to pull her sexy white dress over her head. Her big tits fell free, contained in a black, satin, push-up bra.
“Take these juicy tits out for me, baby,” I said, remembering my session with Mona and concentrating on how big, firm breasts felt in my hand. I was determined to get my cock big and hard tonight. I wanted to split Becka open and pound her pussy raw until she exploded all over my cock.
Becka reached back and unhooked her bra and smiled at me. She was happier than I’d seen her in a long time. She looked perfect, her sexy curves open for me to explore. Her tits swung as she slid back into the couch, her rosy nipples puckered and hard. I reached to pinch one, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. She winced and moaned, twitching gently as the sensation ripped through her body.
Cupping her plump tit in my hand, I rolled it around, remembering the exquisite sensation Mona had taught me to focus on. I took her thighs in my hand, lifting and placing them on my shoulder. Leaning in, I set my mouth to work on her cunt, slurping her juices and lapping her open hole like I never had before.
“Oh, Josh! Oh, baby!” she cried as she ran her hands through my hair.
I felt as my sweet baby spread herself wide for me, running her fingers through my hair and grinding her hips into my face. Her pussy was soaking me, wetting my lips and chin. I ate her tenderly, flickering my tongue against her clit a while, then sliding it down to tickle the apex of her pussy. Sliding my finger inside, I felt her walls constrict. And I felt my cock harden a tiny bit.
Reaching both hands upward, I cupped her breasts and rolled them in my hands, slapping them together, hearing her large, firm tits clap and bounce together.
“Fuck me, Josh!” she begged. “Fuck my pussy, honey!”
Tweaking her nipples and jiggling her large, round orbs, I urged my cock to harden as I spread my lips on her pussy and munched on her juicy snatch. Think of her big tits and her tight pussy, I thought to myself. Remember what Mona taught you.
Pulling her pussy from my mouth, Becka sat up. She reached for my belt buckle and undid it, throwing it to the ground.
“Becka!” I exclaimed. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t hard enough yet.
Excited and unable to control herself, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled at them. Eager to feel her pussy, praying my cock would swell the moment I placed the tip at her flowery opening, I shoved them to the floor. Pushing her back
into the couch, I mounted her, lifting her right leg high into the air and pulling her by her waist into my cock.
“I missed you so much, baby!” she screamed, taking her fingers and spreading the lips of her pussy. She was like a wild woman. I loved it.
Taking my cock and slapping it against her hot, wet cunt, I urged it to grow. It was only slightly hard, but I couldn’t wait. I attempted to slide it inside her pussy. It was warm and moist, just as I remembered. I wanted to lean her back, open her wide, ram it in and hit her walls. She loved it hard and deep, and I loved giving it to her that way, but it wouldn’t happen. It wouldn’t come. My cock stayed mostly flaccid. I groaned loudly.
“It’s ok, baby…” she urged, taking my cock in hand and stroking it.
Backing away, I fell to the floor, my cock falling from her grasp. Saddened, Becka pulled her legs into her chest. I touched her leg gently, trying my best to comfort her.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, baffled as to why nothing had happened.
“Maybe…” she said. “Maybe you’re just not ready yet. Maybe you need just a little more time. I mean, you only just began treatment. We can’t expect miracles after only a couple of sessions.” She picked up her dress, stood, and slid it onto her body. “I’ll be right back,” she said, reaching for her cell phone on the coffee table and walking away.
As I buttoned my jeans, I heard the sound of her voice emanating softly from the bathroom. She was speaking to someone. I walked to the door, but by the time I had gotten there, she had ended the call. I knocked gently.
“You okay, sweetie?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ll be out in a minute.” She quieted, and I left her to her solitude, walking, defeated, to the kitchen to clean and put the leftovers away.
***
Mona sat atop her desk, legs crossed and sheathed in a pair of sheer, black stockings. She wrote in a small, red, leather bound notebook. She wore a shimmering, black wrap dress with a gold necklace that accentuated her sexy neckline. Her cleavage was deliciously enticing, as always, the plunging neckline of the wrap dress dipping low, revealing the top of her glorious breasts. I instinctively felt my cock grow at the sight of her. It bothered me a bit that I could get hard just thinking about Mona, but not making love to my own girlfriend.
We sat in silence for several moments, Mona seeing to the notes she scribbled in the notebook. I sat watching her, letting my eyes roam up and down her body. It had been a month since I’d felt the sensation of a tight pussy around my cock, and I was beginning to go a little stir crazy. Just looking at Mona’s lithe, lean frame made me imagine her bent over the large mahogany desk, her huge tits swinging as I pounded her from behind.
Setting the notebook down, she slid from her perch on the desk. “How are you today, Joshua?” she finally spoke.
“I’m alright,” I said a tad dejectedly.
“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic.” She walked toward me.
“Eh,” I moaned. “I tried to make love to Becka.”
Her face lit up as she cocked her head to the side. “And…how did that go?”
“Not so well. Disastrous actually.”
“I’m afraid you may have been a little too eager, Joshua. This will take time and, as I said last week, we still have things we need to work on.” She paused. “Becka understands.”
I looked at her quizzically. “She does?” Whether it be woman’s intuition or therapist’s expertise, I was hoping she was right.
“Trust me,” Mona said matter-of-factly. “She does.”
Walking to the sofa and standing before me, Mona placed her hands on her hips.
“Stand up, Joshua.” She instructed.
I stood slowly with a look of defeat on my face. Mona took my palm in hers and caressed the back of my hand with her thumb. Her touch was soothing and arousing. I felt my body instantly react. My cock swelled and pushed against the crotch of my jeans. I looked down to see her pretty pink painted fingernail move back and forth as her finger gently caressed my skin.
Running her hand up and down my arm, she moved her body close to mine. Her floral fragrance was intoxicating. My head began to swim as I lost myself in her. I had becoming so physically addicted to Mona I could no longer control myself in her presence. I ran my hand up her neck and slid my fingers into the back of her hair, which she wore long and swinging down her back today, the way I loved it.
Raising her hand to meet mine, she removed it from her hair. Pulling me, she began to slowly saunter toward the office door. Like an eager puppy, I followed. She reached for the knob and turned, pulling the door open. She guided me down the long hallway. In the waiting room were two women. One, tall and caramel complexioned with dazzling hazel eyes that glanced as we passed, worked diligently on a laptop. She was strikingly attractive, like that of a model, with long slim legs and curly black hair that fell to her shoulders. The other, a petite blonde with a spiked, pixie-cut, sat casually reading a book. She wore a pair of long, black, feather earrings that fell to her shoulders which were bare in a strapless, red dress that fell to the floor.
“Are those other patients?” I whispered to Mona as we passed. She didn’t respond.
Gliding down the long hallway, her hips swayed seductively. I could see the outline of her panties underneath her dress. Reaching a pair of double doors, she pushed open, revealing a large room with a luxurious bed in the center. The shades were drawn, blocking out the daylight, making the room a dark, seductive sanctuary for today’s session. I felt the excitement creep through my body.
The large platform bed was decorated in rich, crimson, satin sheets, a warm, black, damask spread and a mountain of plush pillows. It looked like the bed of royalty. Placing her hand on my waist, she guided me inside and shut the door softly.
She walked to me with intensity in her eyes I had never seen before. Wrapping her arms around my waist, her body melded with mine. I scooped her into me, feeling her warmth. She took my hand again, caressing it gently with her thumb. My body instantly responded as I felt my cock spring to life.
“It’s hard, Mona,” I informed her. She had taught me well, instructing me to recognize my body’s reactions and tell her exactly what they were.
Swiftly unbuttoning my jeans, she pulled them down my legs and lowered to her knees. I watched as she pulled my cock from its cotton barrier and wrapped her palm around it. Stroking me gently, she coaxed me to a throbbing erection.
“Feel your cock grow in my hand, Joshua. Do you feel it?” she asked.
“Oh, Mona. Yes, I feel it.”
Releasing my rod and sitting straight, she assumed the position I’d come to enjoy. Parting her juicy lips, she awaited the length of my cock. Taking my shaft in hand, I guided the tip to her mouth.
“Tell me,” she commanded.
Remembering my lessons, I shared my desire with her. “Part your lips, Mona. Prepare for my cock.”
She widened her mouth, opening to me. Walking closer, I slid my rock hard erection into her waiting mouth. “Suck it down,” I urged, watching as it slowly disappeared.
She nodded, pleased with my communication. Lifting her eyes to gaze into mine, she sucked softly, gently.
“Twirl your tongue around the shaft,” I instructed. I felt as her wet tongue flickered against the erect flesh, the pointy tip flittering against the veins. I convulsed, losing myself quickly. Reaching down, I caressed her forehead. I pumped her sweet mouth full of my erection. Placing my hands in her silky hair, I began to pump fuck her face determinedly.
Sensing my excitement, she slid the length of my cock from her mouth, circling her tongue around the girth as it exited. Standing, she reached for the ties of her wrap dress. She pulled, and the garment opened. I gasped as I saw the black bustier and garter she wore, her thin waist deliciously cinched and her big, juicy orbs pushed high. Reaching for her, I placed my hands upon them, feeling their ripe fullness.
“Continue to tell me, Joshua,” she commanded.
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p; “Take your tits out, Mona. Let me see them. You know I love them,” I said. I did, I loved seeing her giant tits swing and sway.
Pulling the cups of her bustier down, she freed her big breasts.
“Mmmmmm…” I moaned. “Gorgeous.”
I reached for her, squeezing her full breasts and leaning to pop one of her plump nipples into my mouth. Leaning back, she allowed me to suckle from her for several moments. Unable to control my desire for her, I picked her up, keeping the tip of her breast in my mouth, sucking gently. I walked to the bed and laid her down in the center, sliding next to her. I continued to suck and slurp on her erect nipple as she pulled down my jeans and freed my cock for her instruction. Stroking me, her palm tightly wound around my shaft, she pumped me marvelously. I couldn’t hold it.
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