Jack Stalker
Star
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
Doctor Allison McKenzie was dressed for success... or at the very least to fuck, in a smart skirt that ended above the knee, fishnets, leopard print four inch heels and a tight black spotted light blouse. Hard at work in her counselling office, next to a client who had visited her with so many issues about her marriage. A lack of love from her husband, no real attention, being ignored by her own family, having no one to listen to her or provide any sort of emotional support. Allison had explained to her that all she really needed was someone like Allison, a professional ear to listen to her and a welcoming voice to ease her worries. From there it was easy to insist that some therapeutic massages were the way to help Kristen to relax... and of course the more time they spent with visits, the more intense the massages became. The fact that a counsellor should not be offering such services never seemed to occur to Kristen, mainly because they felt so good. Partly because she had fallen into a state of mind where questioning anything Allison said was unthinkable.
Right now Allison looked down and grinned, as she drove the buzzing ten inch strap on dildo she was wearing deep into the tight pussy of the girl bent over her couch. It wasn't about her own pleasure right now, it was about domination and giving the client enough of what they wanted, what they needed, to keep them ensnared and obedient, keep them coming back for more. It was the culmination of a session which had lasted almost an hour, with her 'client', Kristen Steward a rich business asset, shuddering violently as Allison finally forced an orgasm out of her by fucking her cunny. "Doctor McKenzie... I... I'm... MmmmppPFHH"
Holding one hand over the girls mouth to muffle her moans, she pumped the toy back and forth until she saw the warm juices splattering against her couch from Kristen's cunt, signalling that the girl had orgasmed from a vicious and merciless fucking. The dildo come vibrator was wedged deep into her snatch and Allison left it there for a while, gleefully watching as the girl bucked and spasmed. She then sported a satisfied smirk as she finally finished jolting and jerking, laying motionless with only the odd spasm, as Allison removed the toy slowly from her soaking drenched snatch and snapped off the harness to discard om the couch next to her, keeping hold of the length of throbbing plastic.
She released the grasp she had on Kristen's hair and reaching down she smoothed down the girls short black dress and helped her into a seated position. "That's all we need for today Miss Steward. I expect to see you back here next Thursday... and next time make sure you wear some panties, you know I like to tear them off before I pleasure you with a <i>toy</i>." she enunciated the word toy with some sinful glee to her tone, before resuming a more professional demeanour. "Also, don't forget you will need to confirm that you want a place at the special retreat being organised. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the lifestyle guidance that is going to be made available to selected clients."
A few moments later and Allison had ushered her out, rather quickly and efficiently, without any pause or additional emotion. Once she was alone again in her counselling office she walked over to a large mirror which overlooked the interview area which held her chair and interview couch. Checking her appearance from her reflection, she gave a smirk then stroked her tongue from the base of the long thick dildo up to the tip, then licked her lips and savoured the taste of the girls orgasm before speaking.
"Case 412 is progressing nicely, the subject is almost entirely dependent on me for any shred of pleasure and has been conditioned to refuse any advances by her husband... after all, I have no desire to accidentally taste cum when I eat her out... and if you decide you want to use her, then I'm sure the same applies to you Mr Keis." she giggled softly. Behind the one way mirror was a large space accessible from another room on the floor, which held a camera and microphone set up. She liked to record her sessions for many reasons, mainly to make them available to Mr Keis (who had helped her to set up this entire operation...), but sometimes to provide her with further future entertainment after particularly arousing sessions. Also, occasionally, she knew that Mr Keis watched her counselling sessions with some of her clients from behind that very mirror, nestled away in secret, watching from only a few feet away as another client was fucked into delicious submission... giving her methods and actions an even more delicious feeling as she knew she was being observed.
Returning to her desk she sat down and pulled out her phone, checking over her messages with a sharp eye, then she briefly checked with her receptionist outside. She didn't have another of the easily influenced women to attend to for a couple of hours... whatever was she going to do with her time?