Unlocking My Private Locker: Seducing My Black Therapist
Here in my private locker, the vault cracks open. David’s office. Dim lights. Third session. Heart pounds. I’ve known since the club. Blue Lagoon. Masked night. His massive black cock haunted me. The third point. Neighbor on the couch. Him. Now, face to face. No more dreams. Real. I stand. Coat clings. Fingers tremble on buttons. ‘It’s hot,’ I whisper. Surprise in his dark eyes. Coat slips. White dress from that night. Short. No panties. Tits spilling. Nipples hard. He recognizes. Jaw drops. ‘Claire, no. You’re my patient.’ Bullshit. I advance. Belt unbuckles. Zipper rasps. His bulge stirs. I yank pants, boxers down. Cock flops heavy. Thick. Veins pulse. Not fully hard yet. Mine to wake.
Kneel. Grip base. Skin hot, smooth. Tongue laps balls first. Salty musk. Suck one in. Roll it. He groans. Shaft twitches. Lick up, slow. Vein throbs under tongue. Gland swells purple. Lips stretch around it. Suction. Slurp loud in quiet room. Hand pumps what mouth can’t take. Halfway, jaws ache. Spit drips. He hardens fully. Monster. Bigger than dreams. Condom from purse. Roll it on. Latex strains. Stand. Straddle chair. Hike dress. Pussy drips. Lips part. Guide him in. Head breaches. Stretch burns sweet. Sink slow. Inch by inch. Fills me raw. Walls grip. Pubes grind clit. Ride. Hips slam. Tits bounce free. His hands maul. Pinch nipples. Pull hair. Adrenaline surges. Secret shared. Exclusive. No one knows.
The Breaking Point
He flips me. Four paws on divan. Mirror ahead. Watch myself. Ass up. Pussy gaping, juices trail thighs. He kneels behind. Cockhead prods. Not pussy. Ass. Lube from spit. Push. Ring resists. Burns. ‘Too big,’ I gasp. Lies. Crave it. He thrusts. Pop. Half in. Fire. Full. Guts shift. Pounds. Slaps echo. Ass cheeks ripple. Mirror shows: white ass owned by black shaft. Veins drag walls. Prostate milked? No, my depths. Orgasms crash. Pussy clenches empty. Squirts floor. He growls. Pulls out. Rip condom. ‘Kneel.’ Mouth opens. Rope one. Hits tongue. Thick, bitter. Swallow two. Gulp. Last paints chin. Drain dry. Limp now. Suck clean.
Collapse. Sweat slicks skin. Pussy throbs. Ass aches full. Dreams dead. Fulfilled. He zips up. ‘Our secret.’ Smile. Light mind. Vault snaps shut. Lighter. Free. No guilt. Just rush. Exhibition thrill. Controlled. Raw confidence. Private locker sealed. Until next crave.
