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Luckily Samantha’s therapist, Dr. Swanson, was only a couple buildings away from Laura’s penthouse. She dreaded these sessions, which were court-ordered following a D.U.I. arrest two months prior, but the therapist was very appealing to Sam, so they weren’t as miserable as they could be.

“Hi Sam. How have things been this week?” Dr. Swanson opened with her usual question. Did she realize it was her usual question, or was it just the only opening that ever occurred to her, Samantha wondered.

“Great. Great, Dr. All’s well,” Sam said with a smile. She didn’t enjoy talking to therapists and having her inner-workings probed by someone who didn’t permit her to probe them in such a way.

“You said you were great last week. And the week before that,” Dr. Swanson noted. “If everything is always so great, then how did you end up here?”

Samantha looked at Dr. Swanson and seriously tried to come up with an adequate answer. Even though Swanson bought into the talking-will-cure-everything idea that Sam dismissed as b.s., she had certain reflective, philosophical qualities that appealed to Samantha. Swanson was 17 years older than Sam, but she was one of those women who got better looking with age. She had perfectly formed features and beautiful, sympathetic eyes, but Sam found herself staring at her cleavage and fantasizing about what she was like in bed.

“Well …“ Swanson was still waiting for an answer to her question. “How did you end up here if everything is great?”

“It was just a fluke,” Sam finally said.

“Just a fluke?“ Swanson asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Sam continued. “It was late and I was drinking at a client’s house. It was a 6-hour call – I was supposed to be there all night. Two hours in, her husband calls and says he’s on his way home early from some trip, so she has to chase me out. I never, ever drive drunk, but I was loaded and I had drive and I did get caught. Just a fluke.”

“I see,” Swanson said. “Well, is there anything going on that you would like to talk about? Anything you’re struggling with?”

“No, not really,” Sam replied. A blank stare and silence ensued, which made Samantha even more uncomfortable than being asked intrusive personal questions. To cut the tension and the boredom, she finally said, “Well yeah, I guess I do have kind of a problem.”

“Okay … “ Swanson encouraged.

“Is it a problem if I think of you sexually and have romantic fantasies about being with you?”

Sam could see Swanson’s pale cheeks suddenly flush with red, and she unconsciously (or consciously, Sam wasn’t sure) touched the side of her left breast.

“Well, uh … no, no, that’s … uh … that’s a normal experience in therapy. It’s called transference,” Swanson said.

“Oh, I see,” Samantha replied, even though she already knew and dismissed the term.

“A lot of people have warm feelings for their therapists and sometimes these feelings can take a romantic turn and … uh … yes, it’s normal to have those feelings,” Swanson continued.

Swanson seemed a little unsettled by the disclosure, but Sam was developing a real interest in her and didn’t see a wedding ring, so she persisted.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Sam asked.

“Uh … haha … “ Swanson clearly did not feel comfortable being asked these questions, but she did her best to respond in a professional and helpful manner. “I, you know, uh … I haven’t, actually. But uh … I don’t have anything against it. I just haven’t, uh … “

“Have you ever thought about it?” Sam asked in an attempt to get Swanson to at least think about it.

“I … uh … yes, I have on occasion thought about … uh … other women … But uh, these sessions are about you, not me. So let’s get back to you.” Swanson leaned forward in her chair, reached to the glass coffee table that separated her from Sam and picked up a small tin of mints. “Would you like a mint?” she asked.

At this angle, with Swanson bent forward in her seat, Sam could see directly into the top of her dress and had a full view of her voluptuous, dangling breasts. She recognized this move immediately as a sign of sexual interest. Every time a woman had used it in a bar or public place while talking to Sam, they eventually had sex. Without exception. Swanson was obviously sending mixed signals. She wasn’t supposed to want it, but Samantha knew she did.

“Yes, thank you,” Sam replied to the offer of a mint. She leaned forward while still staring at Swanson’s breasts, then made eye contact as she took the mint and held Swanson’s fingers for a moment. The damn glass coffee table was proving to be an obstacle. Sam would have moved in and taken the good doctor right then if it hadn’t been there. How dare she show her tits like that and then remain so coy. What a tease, Sam thought.

Sam leaned back in her chair, popped the mint in her mouth and alternately looked at Dr. Swanson’s tits and eyes, trying to let her know nonverbally that she knew what she really wanted.

As the session eventually ended, Swanson stood up, walked around the glass coffee table and Sam’s chair, and began escorting her to the door. “So is the same time next week good for you, or would another time be better?” she inquired.

Sam, following from behind, grabbed Swanson by the waist, turned her around, squeezed both her breasts firmly and asked, “Why’d you show these to me?”

“Wha … what do you mean? What are you doing?” Swanson asked, backing away and maintaining her professionally-appropriate modest stance.

“You know, when you leaned over for the mints,” Sam continued, as she backed Swanson against the near wall. “You made me look up at them just when they were exposed,” she said in deeper, more passionate tones as she slowly pressed her body closer to Swanson’s.

“I … I didn’t …” Swanson began to protest.

“Yes you did. Don’t lie. You expect me to tell the truth, so you need to.” Samantha put her hands on the small of Swanson’s back and thrust her pelvis into her. “Tell me the truth,” she leaned in and whispered, as she smelled the sweet scent of her doctor. “You wanted me to see. You wanted me to want you. Tell me.” She pushed harder into Swanson.

“Yes … I did. I’m sorry … “

“Shhhh … “ Sam put a finger firmly over Swanson’s lips and smiled. “Don’t ever apologize for that. There’s nothing wrong with wanting it.” She took Swanson’s right hand and slid it inside her/Sam’s blouse to cup her pert left breast. “How’s that feel,” she asked Swanson, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“Oh, sooo good,” Swanson replied breathlessly, and hesitantly kissed back. Swanson could feel Sam’s erect nipple and was turned on by the fact that Sam was turned on by her. She stopped resisting her advances and allowed Samantha to take control.

Samantha nibbled on Swanson’s earlobe, then kissed down her neck to her clavicle and back to her lips while exploring every curve of her body with her hands. How far would her therapist let her go, she wondered, as she longed to taste that pussy. Sam slid her hands down to Swanson’s ass and hiked up her dress while rubbing her large, but firm, round cheeks. Once the hem was at panty level, Sam moved down Swanson’s body and ducked her head under the dress. She pulled Swanson’s panties to the floor, removed them, and forced her doctor to spread her legs. Sam reached up through the interior of the dress with her left hand to squeeze and play with Swanson’s right breast while she used her right hand to probe her pussy. She moved her fingers in and out of her vagina, through her lips, around her clit, and back. Then she began gently licking and flicking Swanson’s clit with her tongue, and inserted three fingers into her widening and swelling pussy.

Swanson moaned with pleasure and reflexively reached down to press Sam’s head harder into her. Sam loved this and her doc’s excitement made her even hotter. She spread Swanson’s legs a little further apart, sucked and licked her clit harder and faster, and slid another finger inside. As she forcefully thrust her fingers into Swanson’s now-dripping pussy, she turned her head sideways and began sucking the lips together hard against her clit. She pushed her face in deep one final time as she fingered and devoured Swanson, and the therapist’s hips flew forward while her hands remained tight against the back of Sam’s head.

As her final moans of pleasure faded and her muscles began to relax, Sam slowly slid back up Swanson’s body, hugged her around the waist and gave her gentle, loving kisses on the lips and neck.

“You taste so good,” Samantha whispered. “I could eat you all day.” She kissed Swanson one more time passionately on the lips and said, “I think we made some progress today,” before tossing some of the money CEO Laura had given her on the doctor’s desk and heading for the door.

4

It was almost 11 p.m. on Wednesday night as Samantha approached the residence of her first call of the evening. She knew the routine. The client was a mid-30s, Beverly Hills “trust fund baby” with a businessman fetish, except she liked the role of the businessman to be played by a woman in drag. Hence, Sam’s sharp, fitted, Tom Ford men’s suit, Gucci leather men’s shoes and matching briefcase. With her short wavy hair and athletic build, Samantha could pass for a man from a distance. Up close, however, one could see that her features were fine and feminine, and there was a gentle curve in the suit from the pressure of her breasts.

“Honey, I’m home!” Samantha bellowed in a deep voice as she strode up the front steps, past the tall pillars, across the mansion’s vast portico, and swung the tall front doors open.

“Oh, baby,” the tall brunette cooed as she approached Samantha in a silky red negligee, black come-fuck-me pumps and a bottle of champagne in one hand. “You must have had such a long day.” She grabbed the briefcase from Sam’s hand and kissed her on the cheek.

“I did, sweetheart, but it was worth it to come home to you,” Samantha replied and slapped her on the ass.

“Oh, daddy!” Traci cried as she turned and led Sam up the staircase to the master bedroom. “I’ve been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for you allll day, and I’ve had such naughty thoughts in my head.” She entered the room and threw the briefcase on the bed.

“Is that right?” Sam replied with mock concern as she followed her inside. “What kinds of naughty thoughts?”

“Well,” Traci continued as she poured them both a drink and handed a glass to Sam. “Thoughts about this,” she said, as she used her now-free hand to grab Sam’s strap-on-enhanced crotch.

“Why would you have thoughts about my hard cock? How do you know my hard, throbbing cock even exists when it’s hiding in this suit all day?”

“I know it’s hiding in there from me, pretending that it doesn’t want pussy, but I want it.” She moved in closer to Sam’s body and held her prosthetic crotch tighter. “I want all of it.”

Sam stared at her and took a long drink of champagne as Traci continued to hold her “manhood.” Finally she said in a deep, sultry voice, “You’re a bad, bad girl, and I need to make you right. Sam finished her drink while reaching out and pulling Traci’s flimsy top open so she could get a better view of her tits. She put her glass down and moved in.

“Oh, I love it when you’re so hard and so hot for me,” Traci said as Samantha forcefully moved her around with her body. Sam repositioned her strap-on so the cock was pointing straight ahead and thrust her hips into Traci while grabbing her tits.

“I hope you reserved all your dirtiest thoughts for me, sweetheart, or else … “

“Oh yes, daddy. Your cock is the only one I can think about.” She slid down Sam’s body, onto her knees, as Sam watched. Traci licked her lips and slowly began unzipping Sam’s pants. She pulled the large, thick, silicone phallus through the zipper and began sucking and licking it. She looked up at Sam as she deep-throated the realistic, veined cock and nibbled on the big head. Sam loved this view and instinctively put her hand behind Traci’s head while thrusting her “cock” deeper into her mouth and throat. Traci knew what this did to Sam, and she was about to get everything she wanted.

“Come on, baby,” Samantha finally said as she threw the end of her tie over her shoulder and leaned over to lift Traci from her knees. “To the bed,” she ordered, and Traci obeyed. Sam followed Traci to the enormous, high bed in the middle of the room and slowly stroked her cock in anticipation while telling Traci, “Take that top off.” Traci removed her lingerie top and let her 36-C’s swing freely, much to Sam’s delight. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned with genuine appreciation as she squeezed and rubbed Traci’s gorgeous tits.

“Bend over, baby,” Sam said while moving them both in the direction of the bed. Traci walked the few steps to the bed, bent over and presented her ass and pussy to Samantha while her elbows and breasts rested on the fluffy white comforter.

“The most beautiful view in the world,” Sam commented, still stroking her big cock. She reached forward with her free hand, pulled Traci’s delicate red panties aside, leaned in and licked from her ass down to her pussy and back again. She grabbed Traci’s firm cheeks with both hands and licked and kissed her ass and nibbled on her pussy until she was wet and ready. Sam slid a finger gently inside Traci’s pussy, then another. Oh yeah, she was ready. Sam could tell.

“Now since you’ve been such a naughty girl today, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, baby.” Sam positioned her cock behind Traci’s ass and spread her legs a little more.

“Oh, no, how will you punish me? I don’t want it to hurt,” Traci replied in fearful tones.

“I decide the punishment and whether or not it hurts, sweetheart. You’ll see. Just give me that tight little pussy. Traci pushed her ass out even more and presented herself for Sam, and Sam took the opportunity to put just the tip of the phallus into her vagina.

“What’s that feel like, baby? Do you like it?” She dipped it in and out and slid it up and down Traci’s pussy; to her enlarging clit and back again.

“Oh yes, more, please. More … “

“You want more cock? Only bad girls want more cock. Are you really such a bad girl?” Sam teased with both her words and her strap-on penis. She dipped it in a little further now, but still continued to only give a couple inches while squeezing Traci’s tits with her left hand.

“I am a very, very bad girl. Please punish me as terribly as I deserve so I can be better. Oh, please give it all to me!” Traci cried.

A long string of wetness now hung from Traci’s vagina. She was literally overflowing with desire, so Sam stopped the tease and plunged the full 9 x 2.5 inches of cock deep into Traci’s hungry pussy. Traci moaned in excitement and encouragement, and Sam continued pounding away. She reached under the ramming phallus and rubbed Traci’s clit with her fingers while grinding and pushing deeper and deeper inside her. Traci moaned and bucked and pressed her ass and pussy hard against Sam, much to Sam’s delight. She slapped her ass hard while fucking her and said, “That’s my girl. We’re teaching this pussy how to be good and it’s getting better every second, baby. Every second,” Sam slapped Traci’s ass again and then reached back down to rub her clit more.

“Oh, gooood! I knew your cock could make me better. It’s such a masterful cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me … Oh!”

Sam could tell Traci was about to cum, but it wasn’t time yet. She wasn’t done having fun. “Get on the bed and turn over,” she abruptly said. “And take those panties off.”

Traci got on her back and threw her panties and heels on the floor while Sam moved in between her legs fully-clothed, except for the strap-on hanging from her zipper. Sam put a small pillow under Traci’s lower back, lifted her legs onto Sam’s shoulders, and slid the silicone cock inside Traci’s throbbing hole. Before getting on the bed, she had subtly slid a cock ring with a vibrating knob on top over the phallus so that every time she thrust fully into Traci’s pussy, Traci received an intense grinding vibration on her clit. Sam grabbed both of Traci’s tits and resumed pounding at her soft, warm, wet box. In the middle of the excitement of fucking Traci and having her legs on her shoulders, her tits in hand and her pussy at her mercy, Samantha orgasmed repeatedly. She did not, however, tell Traci, for Traci was the client, not her. Sam continued thrusting passionately into Traci and began sucking and nibbling her breasts. Traci rubbed Sam’s hair and pushed her head and body harder into her as the cock probed deeper and deeper inside her, and the cock ring vibe brought glorious new feelings to her clit. Traci repeatedly bucked her hips, then arched her back for several seconds while holding Sam tight. Sam continued forceful thrusting all the way through, until Traci was limp and drained.

Sam left her ever-hard cock inside Traci for several minutes as they kissed and cuddled and regained their energy. She had one more client that night and the call required a quick change and a drive to a seedier side of the city, so Sam collected her pay, threw her strap-on into the briefcase, kissed Traci good-bye, and was again slicing anonymously through the streets of Los Angeles in her almost-silent black Acura.