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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Beth found herself wandering off from the moment, from the present. Sending her mind far away from the reality when her husband used her body to get himself off. Trying to find some fantasy that would make this acceptable. Seeking some inner masochism that would turn this encounter gratifying for her. Counting down the moment until Ellis finished and they could move on to something more pleasant.

As much as she was in her own world, disassociating from her husband’s selfishness, so was Ellis. Her pleas for consideration or relief went unheard and unheeded. They had never done this before. He had never done this before. Used her, like a piece of meat. Fucking her, without regards to her liking. She knew she had messed up, that last evening all those nights ago, but did she deserve this? With one last thrust into her, slamming into her cervix until she clenched with all her strength, Ellis came, flooding her body with his carnality. Flowing in distinct contrast to her own discomfort.

There were both gasping and heaving as he finished, Beth still in denial over how callously Ellis had fucked her. She tensed for a moment as He caressed her, having to remind herself that he was her husband, and he loved her. Even if it didn’t feel that way right now. But she forced a smile, even if she stiffened against the kiss, trying to give in but able to let go completely. “I hope you…feel better,” she said, not wanting to fight. Not up to fight, for fear she might start crying. “Let’s go to bed, for round two. I just need to clean off first.”

Cleaning off had taken awhile, as she came face to face with herself in the mirror. Her smeared makeup and spit that still clung to her lips. How could Ellis look upon her, like this, and get aroused instead of appalled? Beth took several moments to regain her composure, claiming herself as she cleaned off. She must have taken too long, because when she did return to their bedroom, ready to try again, to insist her husband tend to her desire this time around, Ellis was already snoring. Why shouldn’t he be? He got what he wanted. Her pleasure wasn’t his concern. Beth sat beside her slumbering husband, knees pulled up to her chest, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Was it just tonight, or was it something deeper?


Session 4​

“I’ve still been having dreams,” Emily opened with, as they began their newest session. Back in the school girl uniform. He responded so well to that one. Now, how would he respond to this next admittance, while she wore this uniform. Will he be able to control himself? Able to stop himself from acting on her words? “The dreams I spoke to you about before, with Trudeau. I am still having those dreams, except, it’s not with Trudeau. “

“It’s all the things I did with Trudeau, in much of the same places as with him. Blowing him under his desk. Bent over the top to get fucked from behind. Sitting on his couch as he gropes me, until I am spread open and wet for him. All the same acts and same scenes, but not with him. With…” She stopped, looked away. Fidgeted with her hair, anything, anything to avoid the truth. Letting the anticipation build until it was palpable. Finally, she met his eyes, her own wide and vulnerable, her lip between her teeth in embarrassment. “I’ve been dreaming of you, Doctor Mc Hugh. Been dreaming of doing all the things I did with Trudeau with you.”
 
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McHugh's snores were fabricated. With the euphoria of his orgasm having departed and mental and physical creeping in, he didn't dare face Beth. He knew the mention of a second round had been for his benefit not hers, and that in reality she must be appalled at his actions and the ferocity of the fucking. So the Doctor feigned sleep when entered the bedroom, all the while admonishing himself that the fantasies of Emily Harris must end. Before he destroyed what had always been good, if a little staid, between him and Beth. Only after he made the mental decision that, at their next session, he'd advise the schoolgirl that he wasn't the man to help, and he'd refer her onto a colleague who could, did the man slip into a real sleep.

Waking early, he slipped out of bed quietly, and peered down with a sense of guilt at the woman he'd solemnly vowed to forever cherish, then showered, dressed and walked to the kitchen, There, Ellis brewed a pot of coffee, and contemplated his actions of the previous night, before he re-entered the bedroom, placed a cup of coffee for Beth by the bedside, and kissed her on the cheek. "I've a busy day, see you tonight."

For that day and the next, and the one after, he buried himself in his work, locked in the office from sunrise to sunset, dreading the next appointment with Emily.

Session 4​

Every shred of Ellis's McHugh's resolve departed the moment she appeared in her School uniform.

Seated at his desk, pen trapped between his fingers and tapping the wood, he'd rehearsed his speech, but as she sat down, the devil on his shoulder began to whisper in his ear. Was he really going to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He just couldn't, especially after hearing her the first words that came from her mouth. The directness of which she spoke about dreaming of him sexually elicited a shiver, and for McHugh's hand to tremble when he reached for a glass of water.

"No." The angel, in his opposing ear.

"Yes, go for it. She wants it. Look at her, how upset she is, you'll only be helping. Come on Ellis, don't be weak. When else are you to be going to be served up teenage pussy on a platter?"

Water spilled from his glass when he placed it back down on the desk, attention focused on his client, "Of me?, and McHugh's voice was hoarse when he stepped from behind the desk. The devil had spoken louder, but how to handle the delicate situation? She appeared so vulnerable and upset, he couldn't rush it or damage her further.

If there was a lesson he'd taken from the latest episode with Beth, it was there was a vast difference between porn and reality, and between Emily and the girls at teensweethearts.com. The latter were paid actress, who received money to perform sexual acts that simply catered to the most Neanderthal impulses of men, and what he'd fantasised about with the teen was not just how it'd feel to bury his cock in her tight cunt, but that the two of them could also possess a deep emotional connection. As she'd experienced with Trudeau.

Approaching Emily, McHugh composed his thoughts and placed his hand on her upper arm. "I'm flattered." Forcing a self-deprecating smile, he squeezed and met her eyes. "However, I'm your Doctor, that wouldn't be ethical." With his soft gaze locked on hers, and comforting touch on her shoulder, he licked his lips, and breathed deeply. Contemplating, or at least pretending to, if he should utter the next words aloud. Then he sighed as his hand drifted to her neck, and fingers brushed her hair. "No matter how much I might dream about you, too."

Increasing the pressure of his touch, he subtly stepped closer so that the erection he sported was at eye-level. "Nor how much you arouse me. Or that I've considered myself as that man who could assist you fully heal. Those dreams should remain just dreams, don't you think, Emily?"
 
“I don’t know, Dr. McHugh. As a teenager girl, my judgment is notoriously bad.” She cooed, playful. It was a bit on the nose, a bit dangerous, but he also had his hard on right in her face. The time for subtlety was clearly over. “I just fear what I might do if the man I crave were to reject me. Who might I seek approval from? How many men would it take to make me feel worthwhile again? Or would that just be a vicious circle of hating myself, and punishing myself with rough, anonymous sex?”

She stood now, that taut teen body brushing against his, not avoiding his prominent hard on. “Tell me to leave,” she breathed, meeting his frank gaze. It was her turn to touch him, trailing fingers down his arms, to the waist band of his slacks. She was unbuttoning and un zipping him, “Tell me to stop.” His pants were open, and her hand reached in, easily find that throbbing organ. “Tell me you don’t want this, even as your body tells me otherwise.”

Emily held his gaze as she stroked him, supple fingers squeezing with just enough pressure to drive him mad. He could stop her, she knew. So much bigger and stronger than her, it would be nothing for him to push her off. Still, she persisted, taunting him to make her stop. Tempting his better sense, “What did you dream about, Dr. McHugh? Did you dream that I’d stroke your cock, until you shot your cum on my face and breasts? Or did you dream that I dropped to my knee, and swallowed your length, Smiling with your cock in my mouth?”
 
Staring down at the teen, Ellis's mind wavered as the angel spoke again, reminding the Psychiatrist of the irreparable harm it could do to his marriage, reputation and profession, McHugh briefly closed his eyes. Stop it, stop it right now. But he couldn't, he'd come so close to realising his fantasy and all it needed was a sign from Emily that she was prepared to take the next step to push Ellis over a threshold that there was no coming back from.

If he'd been in another frame of mind, it this had been just another client, he'd have sensed something not quite right in her demeanour. A slight mocking in a tone that didn't mesh with teenage girl attempting to recover from the trauma of being abused by a predator. However, Ellis's mind was too clouded to notice. Never before had he felt so powerless as when she stood and the brush of her body against his erection elicited a groan.

His gaze remained locked on hers and he couldn't move as she continued, couldn't speak. He could just stare at her young face, eyes fluttering closed when he felt her hand undoing his trousers, and making no attempt to stop her. Ellis' entire body shuddered in pleasure when her fingers touched his meat, and he wordlessly shook his head when she asked if she should stop. Oh god, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop.

As her teen hand stroked his shaft, her questions rang in his ears. It was if she'd read his mind and seen every fantasy he'd had about her. Stroking him to release, on her knees, taking his length into her mouth, jerking him off onto her face and perky tits. "Yes," he finally gasped. However, maybe she hadn't seen it all, that it wasn't only sex he'd fantasied about, but a deeper connection.

That thought finally allowed him to move. Ellis raised his arm, hooked his fingers into Emily's hair and placed a hand on her waist, then pushed her backwards, pinned the schoolgirl's back to the wall and did something that could be considered even more intimate than fucking. Something he hadn't done with Beth that evening on the sofa. McHugh mashed his lips against Emily's, forced her lips apart with his tongue and thrust it into her mouth, engaging the sixteen year old in a heated kiss.

Just as suddenly as he'd initiated it, Ellis broke the kiss. "All of it." The man gasped for breath as he focused lust-darkened eyes on the schoolgirl and pumped his hips into the hand wrapped around his cock with increasing urgency, already close to exploding. "I want it all, what you had with Trudeau. More. Make me cum Emily, make me prove how much I need you."
 
Emily took the kiss from Ellis, moaning in his mouth as her tongue met his. Pursued and withdrew and invited him to explore her mouth. Inviting him to explore her body, soft tits flattened against his chests. Not stopping her stroking, gripping him tighter as he thrust into her. Staring into Ellis’ eyes as he broke the kiss, enjoying the way he was lost to lust over her. It was almost too easy. God, he was throbbing in her hand like a teenager. He must not fuck his wife anymore.

“Make you cum?” She breathed, licking her lips to tease him. She pushed back against him, making space between them, space enough to get on her knees. Looking up the length of his body, posed with his cock pulsing against her cheek. Soft lips ghosted over him, over his meat, taunting him. Would he force her? Knowing her history? Or would he hold back as long as he could, until he was putty in her hands? The needy throbbing of his cock was a powder keg ready to burst, and she had to be careful if she wanted to maintain control of him. After one last, long linger lick, she took him in her mouth, starting half way down his cock and going deeper and deeper each time.

It didn’t take much before she was deepthroating him, blowing him far better than his prude of a wife likely ever had. Letting her tight throat massage the head while she stared up at him. He’d never forget this, the look in her eyes as she took him balls deep in her mouth, and he’d be all hers now. All she had to do now was make his cum, and he’d be too addicted to her to ever willingly give her up, no matter what she did. So she bobbed along his shaft, taking him to the head each time, smiling up at him with eyes alone.
 
Totally consumed by lust and the realisation of his fantasy, nothing mattered to Dr Ellis McHugh's except his need to come. Any way possible, and it wouldn't take long. The kiss was instinctive. Deep and passionate, he slipped his tongue into Emily's mouth as she stroked him, and ground back into her hand. His eyes remained open, albeit glazed over, and locked on the gorgeous face of the sixteen year old he'd been fantasising about from the moment she'd walked into his office. He'd thrown all concerns about right or wrong aside.

As he moaned into her mouth McHugh dropped a hand to her ass and squeezed and kneaded Emily's firm butt cheeks like a man on a mission. When she broke the kiss and replied to his request, he could only nod. Expecting her to continue with her hand, when Emily dropped to her knees, of her own volition, he almost shot his load right then and there.

"Oh god, oh god, ohhhhhh god." McHugh planted his hands on the top of Emily's head as she went to work, running his fingers through her hair, and emitting a moan or pant with each suck and lick. Eyes fluttering, he forced them to remain open so that he could watch, the sensations so much more intense than the night Beth had gone down on him.

It wasn't simply the suction of her soft lips on his meat, the vision of his shaft disappearing further into her mouth or that Emily appeared to enjoy the giving as much as he did the taking that had the man quivering, but also but the contrast of her youthful, innocent appearance against the expertise with which she sucked cock. "Oh shit, that's it, just like that. Good girl."

Ellis's words tumbled out faster and his entire body shook. Gathering her hair in his hand, he tore at the teenagers blonde tresses and thrust his hips, pumping in and out of Emilys hot little mouth. The lewd, wet sounds of her sucking mingled with his gasps of pleasure, both growing in intensity until he knew that one more second and he'd explode. Without warning, Ellis ripped her lips from his shaft and jerked Emily to her feet. "I need to be inside you."

Chest heaving, face flushed and forehead beaded with sweat, the man's mind was in a haze. McHugh pushed the Schoolgirl against the office wall, kept her pinned with his torso, dropped his hand under Emily's uniform skirt and roughly tugged her panties aside. Then, he dug a knee into her thighs, spread her legs and groaned in pure ecstasy when Emily's muscles clamped his engorged cock as he struggled to shove every last inch inside her tight, teen cunt. "Is this what you dreamed about, me fucking you against the wall?"
 
Emily expected to feel that first burning jet of cum shoot down her throat any moment now. Ellis was so thick and hard between her lips, it seemed impossible that he might be able to hold back. Tearing her from his cock was another feat entirely, an act so unexpected Emily was caught off guard. She didn’t like being caught off guard.

Wide blue eyes met his as he pinned her to the wall, her breath coming in quick pants. Everything happened so quickly, so far out of her control, as her panties shoved aside, and her thighs forced open and her slick walls split open on his thick cock. Her gasp echoed his, higher pitched and stretched out, like her cunt on his meat. She’d miscalculated, she realized. Teased him too long, misreading his desire all the while. Ellis had been boiling over for some time now, and she had lifted the lid off the pot.

Still, the thrill of knowing that even a keen, rational man like Ellis could be brought to animalistic lust was intoxicating for Emily. Sure, she’d come on too strong today and lost control of his every move, but he was still wrapped around her finger. Much like her slick walls were wrapped around him.

"Is this what you dreamed about, me fucking you against the wall?"

“Yes,” she moaned, squeezing his hips with her thighs and pulling him in closer. Deeper. It wasn’t just a hot, tight pussy he dreamt of. No, it was an eager, enthusiastic woman, dripping at the thought of fucking him that he craved. Her desire would be more enthralling to him than her body. “Fuck, Ellis, I wanted this so bad. Wanted… wanted you…” His strokes grew faster, harder, pounding her into the wall. The house shook with the motion, shook in time to the rhythmic thudding that played background to their fucking.

“More!” she cried out, her tone sharp as his thrust reached deep inside her. “More, God, Ellis, I need more!” Was she playing the wanton teenaged seductress now? Was she sincere, somewhere deep inside, some depth Ellis had reached in her? Emily let the thoughts fade away, fade into the wordless moans of ecstasy that filled the office, filled like her slit was filled by him. Emily could lose control, she knew, because her loss of control would consume whatever doubts lingered in Ellis’ mind. She could lose control like this, to gain complete control over him. A simple exchange of power.

“Please Ellis, please…I need you!”
 
Emily's enthusiastic urging was everything he'd fantasised of. The teenager articulated want and need with every word and action, demonstrating an intensity of sexual desire for Ellis McHugh that he'd forgotten existed. And had never garnered from Beth. When he slammed his cock into her, he knew that he shouldn't, but he'd already broken his professional vows. What further harm could it do?

“Fuck, Ellis, I wanted this so bad. Wanted… wanted you…”

Not that he'd have been able to resist, even if he'd gathered the moral fortitude to try. Emily's nubile body and plaintive cries were, to the Doctor, like the siren call of heroin to a drug addict. All else cleared his mind and he ravaged her with wanton abandon. "Oh, god, Emily. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I promise I'm not like Trudeau." McHugh's breaths came out in ragged pants. Her young, oh-so-fucking-tight, cunt gripped like a vice, and he threw his head back in pleasure, eyes rolling in his head. If only he could remain buried balls deep in the sixteen-year-old for eternity.

Soon he could hold on no longer, Ellis shifted his hands to her thighs, lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his back, then pinned her wrists to the plaster above her head. "Cum with me, Emily. Prove it's true, how badly you wanted me. How badly you needed me." The man was out of control. He drove his hips up, smashing Emily's cunt and bouncing her off the wall in an ever-quickening tempo as he screamed, bucked and shot rope after thick rope of his seed into her soaked hole.

After he was done and his balls drained of every drop, McHugh's chest heaved and perspiration beaded his brow. While in the throes of ecstasy, he'd buried his face into her neck and not noted if he'd brought Emily to climax with him. When he loosened his grip on her wrists and pulled his gaze to her face, Ellis assumed that he had. "Shit." Continuing to ride a wave of euphoria, the misgiving, fear and full awareness of the line he'd crossed wouldn't kick in until the dopamine levels normalised in his brain. "I haven't come like that in years. See what you fucking do to me."
 
Ellis’s words, about how he wasn’t like Trudeau, almost broke Emily’s control. He really had no idea. Idiot. So she moaned, converting her laughter into sharp cries. His cock rubbed her clit, friction burning and then bursting into bliss, second only to knowledge of how far she’d pushed this man of science. His sincere words of belief were what ultimately drove her over the edge, trembling muscles fluttering over his steel hard shaft. Emily was utterly unsurprised when Ellis came only moments later.

Emily leaned into Ellis as he lowered her to the floor. While her legs were wobbly, she could have held herself straight up, but this was part of the act too. The boring part, as far as Emily was concerned, but men like Ellis or Trudeau liked this sort of thing. The naïve young waif who was utterly dependant on the older gentleman, adoring and craving him with every fiber of her nubile body. He’d said it plainly before; he didn’t want something solely physical with her. He wanted everything. And so did she. She wanted to take everything from him, just because she could.

Looking up at Ellis through her lashes, Emily giggled. That practiced, innocent, “I have no idea the effect I have on men” giggle. “I’ve never felt like that before. Trudeau never made me…” She didn’t finish her sentence, just filled in the missing words with a sheepish blush. Building up the doctor’s ego, and disrupting his ability to think critically about her antics. Now, a test, to see well she had him entrapped.

Biting her bottom lip, Emily wrapped her arms tight Ellis, and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “So…what are we now? What does this mean? Am I still your patient or…are we something more now?”
 
Emily appeared like an angel when McHugh's locked his eyes with the teenager. His blissful expression changed to surprise at the revelation that Trudeau hadn't brought her to orgasm, and it also elicited a feeling of pride. That was exacerbated when her girlish giggles - as if she'd accidentally found herself being screwed against the wall with no idea how it had come about or concept of the youthful innocence she exuded that drove men over the edge - spoke directly to his ego. She'd been unable to resist him. "Warren didn't care about your pleasure, Emily, only his own, but not all men are that selfish." Subconsciously, he continued to paint a positive distinction between him and the other man.

As the high of his orgasm faded, apprehension attempted to invade his mind. Before it could gain a foothold, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged Ellis back into her web. All that he'd fantasised about seemed within reach. Not only screwing a teenager who desired him sexually, but the whole shebang. Emily hadn't stated it aloud, but he'd read between the lines. Her infatuation mirrored Ellis's, and she aspired to a relationship.

A relationship that possessed the potential to destroy his marriage and career.

An iota of rationality returned and with it came thoughts of self-preservation.

"What are we; what does it mean?" He broke the embrace and perched on the desk, staring at the schoolgirl. Ellis sighed. "We're Doctor and Patient, Emily, but I'd like more. To spend time with you outside the confines of this office as your friend and lover. However, is that possible? We'd have to keep it a secret."

She'd likely heard that statement from Warren Trudeau.

"No one could know, they wouldn't approve of our relationship."

That, too.

"Is that fair on you, Emily? After the traumatic experience with Warren and his lies and deceit, could you trust me to know what's best to ensure we can be together?"
 
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“I want to trust you, Ellis,” Emily breathed, playing the vulnerable teenaged girl for a moment longer. “It’s scary to open myself to another man, to let you in.” She looked down now, biting her lower lip. So unsure, in need of guidance and a firm hand. “I do trust you, Ellis. I trust that you’ll do only what’s right for me.”

Now, for a bold move, a demanding one, closing the distance between them. She pressed herself against him, breasts flattening against his chest and hot breath wafting across his face. Her lips found his, taking a deep, hungering kiss from him. Not a long one, though, pulling away before he could reciprocate in kind. Leaving him thirsting for her. Lips, still moist form his saliva, brushed his ear, “I look forward to our next appointment, Doctor.”

And then she turned and left, allowing herself a triumphant smile.

~*~

It wasn’t quite a week before Emily contacted Ellis again, beyond the little texts she sent him a dozen times a day. Little things, mostly. I miss you. I am thinking about you. I dreamt of you. Small reminders of their liaison, carefully planned to keep him on the edge of sanity while they were apart. Keeping his dick hard and his mind dull. No calls though. Not until that Saturday, almost four days since her appointment.

“Ellis I…” Sobs filled in the silence, “I need help. I need you…” Whimpers now, sniffling between the words. “My parents they… We got in a fight, and I stormed out, but… I don’t know where to go. I’m scared, Ellis.” She gave him a chance to respond, sniffling more and crying softly while he spoke. “I know I can’t go to your house, not while your wife is there but… Do you know where I could go? Somewhere that would be safe for me, just for tonight?”

Completely fabricated, of course. Her parents weren’t even in the country, off on some business trip in Singapore. But she doubted he’d be able to resist coming to her rescue, especially if he thought he could get some teen pussy out of it as well.

Whatever. She really could go for a nice pounding tonight.
 
Emily's response and the hunger of her kiss sent a thrill of relief coursing through Ellis's veins.

Accompanied by a sense of apprehension and fear.

Could he get away with it?

Images of Beth, his practice, his friends, colleagues and, social and professional engagements flashed through his mind. Could he maintain a relationship with the sixteen-year-old girl, while keeping it a secret and from impacting the rest of his life?

The answer was a resounding yes.

Not because he'd yet figured out how, but because where there existed a will, there existed a way. Ellis' will had never been stronger.

"I can't wait to see you again, Emily." He reluctantly allowed her to slip free of his grasp.

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By the fourth day without seeing or talking to her, Ellis was on edge and the texts weren't enough. Every waking moment when he wasn't consulting a patient or being drawn into a conversation with Beth that he couldn't recall five minutes later, she consumed his thoughts.

Seated on the sofa that fourth evening, with his arm around his wife's shoulder, Ellis continued to act the devoted husband. When his cell buzzed, indicating a voice call, and he saw it was Emily, his heart skipped a beat.

"Excuse me." Ellis forced a smile, then moved from the seat and walked as rapidly as he could without his hurry attracting attention in to the adjacent kitchen. Once out of earshot, he swiped the accept call button; missing the first time with his trembling fingers.

Before he spoke, Emily's plaintive cries came through from the other end, raising hackles on his arms. He remained silent and took it all in. Her parents, a fight, she needed somewhere to stay.

"Calm down, baby, calm down." Eyes locked on the sofa, ensuring Beth didn't stir and encroach on the conversation, his concerns for Emily abated.

What teenager didn't fight with her parents? It seemed catastrophic at the time, but would be forgotten or forgiven by the next day. Nothing to be overly worried about.

However, it did provide an excuse to see her and to possibly.....

Ellis couldn't bring her back home, nor to his office, and mulled over alternatives. "Emily, do you know the Motel 8 on the corner of Fifth and Bryant?" It was close to her. Assuming she did, he continued without waiting for confirmation. "Meet me there, I'll be fifteen minutes." He ended the call, exhaled to calm his excitement and reentered the living room.

"Is everything alright?" Beth looked up from the sofa.

"A patient had a relapse. She's under suicide watch at the Hospital and they want me to come in."

Beth's lips formed an 'O' of sympathy, but before she could ask anything further, Ellis had tossed a jacket over his shoulder, pecked her cheek, "Don't wait up; I could be a while," and vanished out the front door.
 
Motel 8? Were they roleplaying as poor people? Ugh, Emily was going to have to train him better. No, you don’t sneak your illicit teen aged mistress into two-star motel. There was a temptation to blow him off, leaving him hanging with his hard-on to teach him a lesson in economics. But it was too early in the process, and she needed this night to enrapture him to her charms. Fine, she could play a cheap slut for one night. But she wasn’t going to wear her school girl uniform. Instead, she settled on loose sweater over skin tight jeans. Hinting at her sensuality, and inviting him to unwrap each layer.

She took an Uber to motel, practicing her crying in the car. It saved her the effort of rebuffing the driver’s advances, who looked more uncomfortable than turned on, and it would put Ellis is rescue mode once she arrived. Of course, she was careful not to cry too much; puffy eyes and a runny nose wouldn’t do.

When she arrived, she didn’t text. Let his concern build, let his anticipation build. Instead. She looked around, until she found him, taking a moment to push down her satisfaction and put on her upset face. Rushing towards him, she threw herself into his arms, tight firm body wrapped around his. The sweater obscured her curves, but they pressed into his chest and she held him close.

“Thank you,” she breathed, just pulling away a little, but her hands were still on his arms. “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”
 
Anticipation replaced guilt as Ellis left Beth behind and drove towards Emily. With the sound of her sobs echoing in his mind, he couldn’t wait to be the one to hold her close and soothe her tears. Twenty-five minutes after he’d left, Ellis braked to a stop at the corner of Fifth and Bryant; next to a tattered neon sign reading Motel 8. Leaving his vehicle at the curb, out of sight of motel guests and staff, he locked the door and paced the sidewalk, searching for Emily.

Apart from three cars in the Motel lot, the area was deserted, and the roads were quiet. Not the place for a sixteen-year-old girl to roam alone, especially in the pitch-black of night. Ellis chided himself for not suggesting another location, but with the fear of Beth eavesdropping, it’d been the first to come to mind. “Shit, where are you?" Finding no sign of her, he fumbled with his cellphone, checking for a missed call or text. None. Tendrils of dread snaked up his spine as he shifted in circles, becoming more anxious the longer she didn't appear.

When her familiar voice finally pierced the silence, Ellis barely had time to register a sigh of relief and pirouette in her direction before Emily thudded into him. “You had me scared,” he exhaled, wrapping his arms tight around her. Safe in his embrace with her firm breasts pressed to his chest and Emily’s scent wafting into his nostrils, memories of screwing the schoolgirl against his office wall returned unbidden.

McHugh shoved them aside and rubbed Emily’s back, “I’m glad you called. Remember what I said in our sessions; that I’m not just your Doctor, but your friend. That’s true, and you can trust me.” After she pulled away, hands on his arms and tears in her eyes, the teenager looked so innocent and vulnerable that the visage stole Ellis’s breath away, “I’ll make it better, I promise.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, McHugh released Emily and shifted into Psychiatrist mode, “In your distressed state, it’s best if you allow time for your emotions time to settle and not go home tonight. Will you be okay if I leave you here for a minute while I check into a room?” Ellis smiled, “Don’t worry, you won‘t be alone. I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

As long it took to have the sixteen-year-old peeled out of her skin-tight jeans and impaled on his cock.
 
Damn, she could nearly feel his erection through his clothes, as tightly as he hugged her. Getting a chance to play her rescuer was doing it for him, and he was certain to claim his prize for coming to her aid. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

True to his word, he didn’t leave her waiting long, and lead her upstairs to the unassuming room he rented. It wasn’t impressive, not with a single queen-sized bed and cheap furniture that hardly matched. But it would do for tonight. Besides, it might be kinda fun to pretend she was a cheap whore for the night, the sort that could be purchased on an hourly basis.

“Thank you, Ellis. I think I am going to take a shower, see if that soothes my nerves.” It was hard not to smile as she spoke, as she imagined how he was taking that suggestion. A shower might just calm her nerves, but it would send his on edge, knowing she was just in the next room, naked, water spraying her curves and tinging her skin pink.

Emily took her time in the shower. She kept herself mostly hairless from the neck down, but no reason not to go over every inch of her skin once more, and ensure she was perfectly smooth and slick. Besides, every moment she took in here, the more his mind wandered, imagined her, imagined the things he wanted to do to her. She could picture his cock, thick and throbbing in anticipation of having her. Did it ache, strained against his pants? Or was he jacking off right now, imagining her dripping wet?

Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around her slender figure. “It’s too bad the showers in this motel are so small,” Emily remarked, drying off her hair. Now, it was time to teach him what she expected out of him. “If we had a bigger room, you probably could have joined me in there.”

Before that thought could get very far in his lust fogged brain, she pushed herself up against him, “But, you’ll join me in bed, won’t you? Hold me, until I fall asleep?”
 
Shit. Elliot chided the fact he didn't have the cash to pay for the room and was forced to use his credit-card instead. On receiving the receipt, he hid it behind the other cards in his wallet; a reminder to get to the statement before Beth. Any concerns about his wife or marriage disappeared the moment he laid eyes on Emily again.

Far from luxurious, the room was clean and contained all the necessities, including only one bed, as Elliot had requested. Nerves tingling with excitement, he restrained his disappointment when Emily mentioned leaving him to shower, "Go ahead."

Alone while the shower ran next door, Elliot paced the room. Images of Emily under the torrent, naked and soaped up, invaded his head, eliciting a frustrated growl. Fighting the temptation to intrude on her, McHugh fell back against the wall, slipped a hand into his pants and stroked his cock to the mental slideshow. Emily's time in the bathroom lasted a fucking eternity.

At last, the water stopped and when Emily exited, Elliot stood near the door, erection tenting his pants and his arousal heightened. The visage of the teenager, nubile body covered only with a towel, hair damp and pink skin beaded with water droplets, almost sent him over the brink. Her allusion to showering together didn't assist matters. "Next time," he croaked.

As she melted into him, Elliot glanced at the bed, "I'll join you. Hold you safe in my arms all night, but first, why don't I make you feel good like I did in my office?" As he spoke, McHugh ground his throbbing cock into the teenager and tugged at her towel. When the fabric parted and Emily's perky tits popped free, he squeezed one and cupped her chin in his other hand. Pulling her gaze to his, Elliot's smile didn't reach his lust-darkened eyes, and his words came out in a rasp, "Do you want me to make you feel good, Emily?"
 
There was an immediate recoil in Emily’s mind. She’d been manipulating the entire situation, of course, and Ellis was behaving exactly as she planned. But… Well, how much of this was her guiding him to this moment, and how much was his own latent desires? What if she were a troubled teen-aged girl, looking for guidance and support in her doctor? What if she needed an adult to look after her and save her from her worst impulses? Would Ellis still take her to bed, still take advantage of her vulnerable state to slake his perversions?

He deserves this, Emily decided, tugging his pants open. He deserves everything I am going to do to him. This righteous justification brought a genuine smile to her smile, a satisfaction she couldn’t begin to contain under the mask or the lies or the game. As far as he knew, or frankly, cared, her smile was excitement, thrill at fucking him again. He’d be too busy using his cock to use his brain, and that would be his downfall. Her triumph.

“Yes please, Ellis,” she breathed, curling damp fingers around his throbbing cock. Her lips just ghosted against his, so close she could taste his breath. “Please…” Her words wafted over his mouth, and soft curves molded to his body. “Please, make me feel good…” Finally, she opened her mouth to the kiss, and his tongue was already down her throat. While his entire mind was consumed by the kiss, she walked them back, towards the bed then on it, lowering herself down.

Now she was eye level with his cock, nearly an angry red as it pulsed in her face. She hovered over his length with her lips, caressing the shaft with the heat of her nearness, but did not actually touch her mouth to him. How much teasing could one man take? What would make him snap? “How are you going to make me feel good, Ellis?” Lips parted like she might swallow him, instead, she just looked up. “What do you want to do to me?”
 
While his gaze darted to her tits, Emily grazed his erection and whispered yes. Any concern he’d taken it too fast dissipated, and when she undid his pants and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, he realised the teen was as eager for it as he was. The moment she pressed her mouth to his, he shoved his tongue down her throat and clamped his free hand on her luscious little ass. Kneading her butt, Ellis pumped his hips and groaned into the kiss.

Next he knew, she’d broken it and perched on the bed.

“Oh God,” Her breath floated floating over his length elicited shivers, as did her image. Although her breasts and shaved pussy were exposed, Ellis gave those but a cursory glance and focused on Emily’s face. With her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, clear blue eyes and flawless skin flushed pink from the shower, she appeared the picture of purity. Purity who had her mouth placed a hair’s breadth from his throbbing erection and teased Ellis to the brink of insanity.

“What do I want to do to you?” he gasped, retaining the good grace to not say he wanted to split her in half with his cock, “Everything.” Ellis hooked his hand her hair and tugged her forward, shuddering when his tip brushed her cheek, “Remember what I told you about how powerful it is for the woman when she’s on her knees for a man. How she’s the one in control? Take my cock in your mouth Emily, and feel what you do to me."

“TAKE IT.” Ellis’s self-control snapped, the ferocity in his tone matched by the roughness of which he yanked on her hair and drove his meat between her parted lips. All sense lost, Ellis’ speech morphed into grunts, groans and howls as he thrust again and again. Bubbles formed on Emily’s lips and spittle hung in threads from his shaft as his balls slapped her chin and the lewd sounds of McHugh throat fucking his sixteen-year-old patient in a sleazy hotel room echoed off the walls. Any pretence of it being about Emily’s pleasure obliterated in his lust-ravaged mind.
 
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Ellis did most of the work, thrusting in and out of her mouth as if it were another cunt. All Emily had to focus on was not choking, but even that was a challenge. He forced her throat open to swallow his length. Her cheeks puffed and her neck bulged spit drooled down her chin.

They were some women who liked this, Emily knew, and they were idiots. Those who gave up their power and reveled in another’s pleasure in their body. Dumb sluts who deserved to be treated like pieces of meat.

Emily did not enjoy it, but it did spark another idea for her. A fantasy she didn’t anticipate, despite the fact it was a natural extension of her games with Ellis. She could imagine him doing this so some other woman, some pathetic sniveling cunt who would whimper and sob and beg for mercy.

What would it take to get Ellis to that point? Until his body was just another extension of her will? A new goal formed in her mind, a new objective. And the first step was to take control, here and now.

Emily wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, giving herself some breathing room. Literally, as she pulled off enough to cough and gasp for breath. Her fist continued to stroke him, however, grip tight around the shaft and slick with her saliva. The other hand teased his balls, fondling them and squeezing just a little. A little pressure, to make the pleasure all the sweeter. They she worked herself down his length again. Long, deep strokes set at her own pace.

When Ellis demanded more, the hands around his cock and ball clench just a little. She would not be a helpless plaything for him, but an equal participant.
 
Lost in a haze of lust, driven mad by desire or recreating a scene from one of the websites where the teenage girls loved it rough, Ellis’ couldn’t articulate what prompted him to drive his length into her mouth on the first thrust. He’d never dare do that to Beth. Not unless he wanted to field a call from a Divorce Lawyer the next day.

Above her with his length jammed down her throat, Ellis held Emily’s head and slammed his cock in and out of her mouth, balls slapping her chin and gagging the girl on his meat. However, he couldn’t maintain the relentless thrusts forever, and when she exerted control and slowed the pace, he fell into synch with Emily, relishing the new sensations. His eyes fluttered, and he drank in the visage of the schoolgirl massaging his balls and sliding her hand and lips up and down his shaft. Offering Ellis the kind of pleasure only a sixteen-year-old could.

“Oh god, oh yes.” One hand remained tangled in her hair as Ellis dropped the other and cupped a breast. Hips moving with her ministrations, he kneaded her perky teen tit and tweaked Emily’s nipple. “Good girl. That feel’s so fucking good.“ When the pit of heat spread from his stomach and set every nerve ending aflame, heralding his imminent release, Ellis shuddered and yanked her off his cock.

Pre-cum leaked from his tip and threads of drool hung from her chin, but Ellis didn’t care about that when he tilted her head up and leaned to shove his tongue into her mouth. Moaning into the kiss, he removed his hand from her breast and buried two fingers second-knuckle deep in Emily’s tight cunt. “I need my cock here,” Ellis groaned, eyes pleading and his digits thrusting in and out of her pussy when he broke away to meet the teen’s gaze. “Turn around and get on your knees for me Emily."
 
Good, Ellis took to her suggestions, and let her take control. He was strong willed, but she could still exert influence over him. And she’d have to start now, while his mind was so consumed with need for her.

Not that he let her have complete control, shoving two fingers into her cunt and making demands. Still, Emily lingered a bit, enjoying the pressure of his two fingers filling her cunt. However Ellis might feel in the moment, she was in no rush. And he could take a moment or two to tend to her pleasure, after forcing his cock down her throat without a care. Even if she were the object of his every fantasy, she was a person too, with desire and needs all her own.

“Turn around?” she purred, clenching tight on his fingers, “Turn around so you can fuck me from behind?” Instead she spread herself wider, writhing hips meeting his ministrations within her. “but… but this feels so good… So fucking good…” Her words became moans, honest sounds of ecstasy that filled their motel room. “Maybe I want to cum first, before I get on my hand and knees for you. Maybe you owe me an orgasm, before I let you fuck me like a bitch.”

Was this driving him mad? Would it drive him over the edge? Would he force himself on her? Again? The thoughts excited her, burning hot in her blood. Even knowing he could just take her, could take what he wanted from her, she pushed back against his demands. “Don’t you want me to feel good? Isn’t that... isn’t that what you promised me? Make me cum, Ellis. Make me cum, and you can fuck me raw…”
 
If Ellis had been in a clearer state of mind, he might have baulked at Emily's shift in demeanour. However, at that moment, he found her foul-mouthed demands unspeakably erotic. Such a contrast from her angelic looks. "You want to come," Ellis groaned as she bucked against his palm, "You're so wet for me, aren't you? Horny for Ellis."

One hand hooked in her hair, his other moved in a blur as he ferociously fingered her teen cunt. Squelching noises filled the room and with every second, his belief that she relished his treatment growing as her moans echoed off the walls. "Come for me, Emily," he grunted, pulling on her hair as he withdrew his digits and slid his palm over her clit, "Show me how much you like it and come all over my hand."

Alternating between massaging her clit and thrusting his digits in and out of her pussy, Ellis' tone was hoarse. When he drove her over the brink and she climaxed, humping up against his palm and coating his fingers in her juices, Ellis grinned like a wild man, "Feel good, Emily? Do you want to come again?"

Ellis offered her no time to respond. "On my cock this time. Spread your legs so I can fuck you." Emily's pink slit glistened with the remnants of her first orgasm when he tossed her onto her stomach and hoisted her thighs apart. After jerking her head up so she could watch his reflection in the grime-streaked mirror of the dresser opposite, McHugh mounted her from behind. Arms wrapped around her, he flattened Emily out on the mattress and drove his length into her schoolgirl pussy.

"How's that feel Emily? Balls slapping her thighs and his moans vibrating off her neck, McHugh relentlessly slammed her cunt and threatened to split Emily in half with each brutal thrust. In the hotel room with Emily, his innermost desires had free rein and Ellis subliminally re-enacted a scene from his favourite jerk-off website. Where the teen girls loved it rough and came harder than he'd ever made Beth, "Do I fuck you better than Warren?"

Little would he admit it, but in this Psychiatrist and patient relationship, it was the Doctor's sanity at risk.
 
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Sated from her climax, Emily didn’t resist as Ellis pushed her over, didn’t fight him as he pulled her thighs part. As rough as he got now, he had listened to her, obeyed her, delayed his own pleasure to bring her to climax. He was indeed trainable. Emily didn’t see herself as some ball busting dominatrix, didn’t see the appeal in such crude control over a man, but she wouldn’t be reduced to a collection of holes for Ellis to use either.

There was no patience in his touch, and had Emily been sincere in her feeling towards him, this might have felt like betrayal. Instead, it sharpened her resolved, her own hunger to ruin him. He used her now, but she’d use him in turn. And that thought was enough to bring a smile to her lips are he drew his length into her depths.

In the end, he was a just another man, another brute, pounding her with a desperate hunger. This time, it was easy to hold back her laugh when he asked if he were better than Warren –better than a man that, as far as he knew, had raped her. Damn, Ellis was a prideful fucker, wasn’t he? Emily answered him in moans, meeting his gaze in the filthy mirror of their room. Holding his gaze, with each moan and cry , heavy lidded eyes exaggerating her pleasure. He wanted a porn star? She’d play his porn star, until he was completely addicted to her.

“Oh God, Ellis! Fuck me! Cum in me! Please… please!!!”
 
Ego had been the catalyst for Ellis’s question about Warren. Despite the man’s conviction for raping Emily, McHugh subconsciously viewed the other man as competition, with the teenager as the winning prize. However, he didn’t need Emily to respond with words. Her blissful expression, reflected in the grime-streaked mirror, and the cries of ecstasy he elicited with each thrust gave him the hoped-for answer.

Soon, Ellis lost the ability to form a coherent sentence and only animalistic grunts emanated from the man as he pinned her beneath him and hammered her slick cunt. He raked her skin with his nails and pressed his fingers into her flesh hard enough to raise bruises before her plea for him to come inside her tipped Ellis over the edge.

A bed-spring snapped when he threatened to hit her cervix with a thrust more brutal than its predecessors, accompanied by an ear-splitting howl. The latter morphed into pants and groans as he spurted his load in her teen pussy.

“Holy shit.” In the aftermath of his climax, all energy departed his body, and he lay on top of her, motionless for a few moments. Each breath was a struggle and when he finally moved, Ellis moved as if mired in molasses. His seed leaked from Emily’s slit and stained the sheets after he slipped out, flopped onto his back and met her eyes; struggling to keep his from fluttering closed. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He didn’t have to ask if she’d come again or if the Emily had enjoyed the harsh fucking as much as he had. Both were a given.
 
Emily allowed herself a smirk at Ellis’ admission. Letting him think her satisfaction was due to his skill. Due to her own skill, really, but a man’s ego was a powerful tool. Especially when you could use it against him.

She lay in bed with Ellis for a time, beyond his shallow snores. It was almost thirty minutes later when she dared to move, and dug through his abandoned pants pockets, until she found his phone. Bingo.

Her father was a hedge fund manager, and if she learned anything from him, it was that she needed to protect herself against loss. What if Ellis got his fill of her tight teen body? What if his wife discovered their affair and demanded he call it off? What if he grew a conscience? It wasn’t enough to get him addicted to her; she needed to own his ass. And what better way than to set him up with some child pornography? She’d send it to his phone, with text from “him” coercing her into it. The only alibi he could manage for this night was even worse for him, so she’d have excellent leverage over him after tonight. Both a carrot and a stick.

Except, shit, his phone was locked. Dammit, this could take too long. Would it be his birthday? His wife’s? some random number she’d never guess? Dammit, she hadn’t prepared for this possibility. With her finger on the power button, the phone buzzed, and the screen shook.

FINGERPRINT UNRECOGNIZED

Emily almost laughed. Composing herself, she carefully picked up Elli’s hand, and placed it on the power button. A second later, it unlocked, unlocking Ellis’ downfall. Wasting no time, she began typing out a text to herself.

Send me some pictures of yourself.

Idk if I should.

It’s okay, I’m your doctor.

Emily took the first picture of herself now, so that the metadata on the image would line up with the conversation she fabricated. This picture was full body but not explicitly showing the goods. She also made sure not to look directly in the camera, but held a clear side profile. Expressly identifiable as her, while also looking demure and innocent. Just as the good doctor would have liked. Then she went back to Ellis’ phone for more texts.

Very nice.

You like it?

So much. I want one of your breasts as well.

You won’t share it, right?

Never.

So she took the picture of her breasts, squeezed together by her arms. Her face was in this image as well, looking down as if embarrassed.

Such a sexy woman, Emily. You make me so hard. Is this making you wet?

Kinda, ya.

Show me.

How?

Touch yourself, and send me a pic. I want you to think about my hard cock pounding you while you finger yourself.

Emily spared a glance to Ellis, ensuring that he was still asleep, before taking a seat in the lone chair in the room. Legs spread wide, she stroked herself, snapping a couple pictures that captured everything. This time she stared into the phone’s camera, biting her lip. It was too bad Ellis wouldn’t know about these pictures; he’d probably love that one.

Instead, Emily moved the images onto buried folder on his phone, to a place that was hard to find if you didn’t already know about it. Then she deleted the texts on his phone. They’d still be on the phone company’s records, as well as on her own phone. Plenty of evidence of wrong doing, if she needed it. But, based on the way Ellis snored, she figured her cunt was enough to keep him in line.

For now.
 
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