4 comments/ 75953 views/ 15 favorites The School Counsel Who Can't Say No Ch. 02 By: Dunross2011 Claire Lin, school counselor at a community college, stepped into her office and checked her appointment book—she noticed she had 40 minutes free before her first session with a student. She glanced at her new book, entitled 10 steps to gaining control over your sex addiction-- and your life She opened it randomly -- and found the chapter—"Masturbation as a key to dealing with sexual impulses—" She read the first few sentences. "For many sex addicts, masturbation may the least harmful way to deal with overwhelming sexual impulses. Through masturbation, many sex addicts feel that they can gain temporary relief of their impulses without actually risking their health, jobs or family by actually following through on their impulses." She sat back and considered the argument. She thought abut her encounter on the bus this morning, how she took that young black man's cock up her ass --bareback!--in the abandoned building; shame and disgust filled her at the memory—but also something more. If she could have pulled out her dildo on that bus and masturbated, she might not have actually taken that young man. Wouldn't that have been safer? She reached between her legs and touched her moistening pussy lips, remembering again where her panties now lay, on the dusty floor of that building, remembering the size of the young man's cock—its girth as it slid up her anal passage. She glided a finger through her dampening labia; her long painted nail disappearing into the folds of her slick pussy. She moaned softly, and had an idea. She turned her computer on and placed her handbag at her feet. Inside, she found her black dildo—8 and half inches—and caressed it in her hands. She loved the way her nails looked as they stroked the black rubber—if only it was real! She placed the dildo head to her pussy, rubbing it tantalizingly along her clitoris to lube it up, and slowly began working it inside of her. She thought of that black boy on the bus, her pussy dilating, becoming ever more slick, the dildo sliding further in. She left it inside her as she turned to the student body list, and found the football team roster. She began flipping trough it—all these handsome young studs! Which one would she choose for today? All of them! But she settled on one; a running back; black, handsome, but scary. That's the one. She pounded the dildo up her, rubbing her clit with her other hand, rising rising— She stopped with a gasp. Anal; that's what I want! Inside her bag of toys, she found her lube and plastic anal beads. Just the thing.... She sat back in her desk chair and spread her legs, raising her pelvis. She placed one silky smooth leg on the desk, the other stretched before her. She squirted a thick, glistening dollop of lube on the pink beads. Her hands shook as she spread the lube across the beads, from the tiny little ones at the front to the great beautiful big ones at the rear. She placed the tip of the beads to her rectum; her sphincter quivered in anticipation. Slowly she pushed the beads in; her rectum tightened around them. With her left hand, she slid the dildo up her pussy. She bit her lip suppressing her moans; the twin stimulations leaving her gasping. Her anus dilated; she pushed the bead chain further into that smooth, sensitive brown hole. She watched the screen and pretended the boy was in the room with her, watching her. She was doing a show for him; willing to do anything for that big cock. Anything; I promise, she whispered aloud. She slid the beads in further. Her body tightened, strained against the seat back. She pumped the dildo deeper into her pussy, staring at the boy in the photo- she watched his publicity shots, his leg muscles against the nylon of his uniform, his massive member (and she just knew it was massive...) bulging from behind his cup. Anything... she whispered. Her anus spasmed again, dilating once more as she pushed the last -- the largest—bead into her rectum—gritting her teeth as her sphincter expanded from the pressure, then softly moaned; her sphincter sucked the bead in, closing around the plastic line. Heat surged through her. An overwhelming pumping orgasm swept through her; she bucked wildly in the office chair, thrashing her mane of black hair and biting her lip to suppress her screams. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, and a voice calling out, "Miss Lin?" She jolted, gasped, her orgasm just peaking, ripping through her as her eyes automatically went to the clock on her desk. 10:00 am. - time for her first appointment! "Just a minute!" She managed to call out. Then tried to get herself together. She pulled the dildo from her pussy—oh!-- And put it into her handbag. No time to remove the anal beads—just too messy- she'd just have to deal. She wiped her hands off on some tissues—noticed they were still sticky with the KY— She grabbed the corner of the desk--oh god! Her body trembled; her orgasm still rippling through her. She straightened up and pushed herself to cross the room—the anal beads that filled her rectum distracting her, making walking difficult. She stood before the office door and opened it. She nearly gasped in amazement. Standing in the doorway, filling up the doorway, was the same big, black, handsome football player she had just been fantasizing about! She stood there—confused—Had someone seen her on the computer records? "Miss Lin?" The young man asked, humble and polite. "Yes," she just stood there, staring at him. "I'm Terence—I'm supposed to be here at 10 today to discuss my academic progress." "You're the football player, right?" She managed. "Yeah, that's right." "Oh..." she stared at him more, remembered to stop gaping, her pussy getting wetter. "Wow.. a football player..." she murmured. "That's really cool." She held out her hand to shake his, and nearly cummed from the touch of his strong hands, then remembered the KY on her fingers. She quickly withdrew her hand. He looked at his hand, then at her, puzzled. "Thanks." She realized she was acting weird. "Yes, well, Thomas, please come in and let's see what we can do here." "It's Terence, ma'am." "Terence," she giggled a bit. "Sorry about that." "Are you ok, Miss Lin?" "What?" She asked sharply. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" "I dunno. You just seem a little, something." "Oh, well," she ran her hand through her hair. "You know how stressful things can get." She walked ahead of him, wondering if he could tell she still had the anal beads in her rectum- making walking without actually cumming so difficult. "Please, have a seat." He sat in the offered chair at the conference table; she sat in the chair beside him, too close, she realized, as she slowly sank into the soft cushion of the seat, trying with difficulty to maintain control over herself, feeling the heat, the presence of his massive body so close, her pussy dripping, the beads in her ass screaming for attention. "So, what's going on with you?" She asked, hoping he couldn't catch the quaver in her voice. "Well, you know I'm not doing too well in my classes." She stared at his academic report. A collection of D's mostly—with the occasional C. Not up to par, she realized. "Hmm... yes, it's not looking too good. Why are you doing so poorly?" "I don't know," he said apologetically. "Well, I understand school can be a really big place," she observed, her eyes tracking his body, drinking in his muscular frame, dropping to the thick bulge in his jeans. "Really big.. and hard... so hard..." Her voice grew husky. "Ma'am?" "Uh, I mean, for someone like you." "Someone like me?" "Yes, I mean, someone with the pressures of being a star—all those distractions." She murmured. "Yeah, I guess so." She felt him, sitting so close to her, his thighs right next to hers—his cock hiding just out reach. She squirmed in her chair, just a bit, to get the juices flowing. "What do you think are your problems here?" He sat back, ran his hand over his closely-cropped hair, his shirt lying across his pecs. "I dunno, Miss Lin.—" "Please call me Claire." He looked surprised at this. "Ok," he nodded. "Claire, I just can't seem to understand all of this shit—I mean stuff—" She smiled at his politeness, taking in the muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He had crossed his calf across his thigh; his thick package sat there, teasing her. She swallowed. "You're so polite. And so big...." "What?" he asked, again looking confused. She sat up, feeling herself flush. "I mean, your muscles are so big..." she stammered. "I wasn't talking about your... you know..." She tried not to stare, but her eyes were drawn to his crotch like a magnet. Silence filled the room. He stared at her, his face expressionless. She swallowed again. "So, lets talk about your academic record." He leaned in close to her. "What did you just say?" "I said; let's talk about your academic record." "I mean, before that." She sat up primly. "I was just saying you have big muscles—of course, you're a football player." She stared into his eyes; tension gripped her like a vise. "I wasn't talking about your..." Her voice dried up. "My what?" She hesitated; tears of desire almost forming in her eyes. "Your cock. I wasn't talking about your cock," she whispered. He touched her arm, lightly; she moaned. "Stop it!" "Stop what?" he asked, smiling shyly. "You can't do this—I'm your counselor!" "You want to see it?" Her hands reached out, lightly grazed his taut thigh beneath the denim of his jeans. "I can't," she breathed. His eyes bore into hers. "Do you want to?" Her lower lip trembled; she squirmed in the chair and returned his stare. "Yes...." she whispered. "Show me." He grinned as he leaned back in his seat. He slowly undid his belt; she licked her lips. He undid the button oh his jeans and paused. "You ready?" She met his gaze and nodded, biting her lip. He lowered his zipper and opened his fly. He wasn't wearing undershorts; he reached in, and pulled out his massive black member, still soft but thick and turgid with blood. "Oh!" she whispered. "It's—it's beautiful... Can I?" He nodded; she slid off the seat to her knees before him, took his massive organ in her hands. She smiled with delight, wrapping her jeweled-nailed fingers around its thick girth, staring holding its head towards her, looking into its eye. She kissed this head, then, finally giving in to her deepest desire; she opened her mouth and received his black cock head. She moaned rapturously, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth, feeling him grow to epic proportions, his cock stiffening in her mouth. She ran her tongue down the entire length, amazed at its length. "It's huge!" She murmured. "How big?" "10 inches, baby," he whispered, cradling her head in his big hands. "You like it?" "It's so beautiful... so delicious." She ran her hands along the shaft, caressed his massive balls, managing to take only a fraction of his length into her mouth. "It's too big for me... I can barely fit it!" "Keep trying, Miss Lin," he murmured, thrusting deeper into her mouth. She took as much as she could, relaxing her gag instinct, her throat practically orgasming as it opened to receive his girth down it. Juices flowed down her thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Her anus dilated, and she felt the largest bead pop out her sphincter. "You look so good doing that," he encouraged. "You little Asian slut... you are a slut, right?" "Yes!" she gasped, so excited by his attention. "It's true--I am a slut! In my ass—please--I want your cock up my ass!" She stood up, tearing her blouse over her shoulders, revealing her smooth body, pert breasts with large erect nipples. His hands caressed her skin. She hiked her skirt up her hips, and sat back on the desk, spreading her legs for him. He got down on his knees to kiss her pussy when he discovered the beads protruding from her rectum. "You are such a slut," he murmured as she lapped at her. She stared at his head between her smooth thighs, his tongue lapping her labia, her lips, circling the anal beads. Her rectum dilated again; he gripped the ring in his teeth and pulled; she nearly screamed. He stood up before her, his jeans falling around his ankles. She reached for him; they kissed passionately, tongues entwining. His hands went to her ass, lifted her off the desk and thrust deep into her pussy; again, she nearly screamed, sucking his tongue as another orgasm surged through her. She grasped him around his shoulders, riding his huge cock like a jockey, drilling herself deeper onto him, sucking his neck. He backed his neck away from her, put her down on the desk. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, you little slut." "Yes," she panted. "yes --my ass-- fuck it!" She lay back on the table, her legs spread before him. He ran his hands along her smooth inner thighs, down to her calves, all the way to her glittering heels. His cock slick with pussy juice, he positioned it right to her rectum. "Do it—do it!" she demanded. " Oh god do it please!" He held her by her tight hips and slowly slid his massive cock into her anus. He pushed deeper, penetrating deep into her rectum. Her back arched; her hands grabbed the edge of the table, she bit her lip so hard to prevent her screams she drew blood. He pumped his cock deeper—deeper—all the way until his testicles slapped against her ass-cheeks. He lifted her again easily by her ass; her arms gripped him around his thick neck as he held her, his cock penetrating even deeper into her rectum. "My god, my god," she gasped. "You are my god!" She drove herself down on him, drilling his cock even deeper into her asshole. "It's too big, oh my god-- its too big," she gasped into his ear. "Don't stop don't stop" And suddenly, she exploded. Her orgasm ripped through her so violently she nearly fainted; the world went white, disappearing into a swirling, oozing shimmer. Pussy juice gushed out of her as she squirted all over his pelvis, dripping all over his thighs. She heard him-- seemingly from far away say-- "Damn bitch, you squirted all over me!" She trembled as he lay her down on the table again, anal spasms rippling through her body. A rap on the door jolted her. A voice called out, "Miss Lin? I'm here for my appointment." She glanced over and saw the door handle begin to twist. "Don't come in!" she called out, panicked. She pulled herself off his massive organ, again nearly fainting as it slid and finally popped out of her rectum. "I'll be right there." His eyes were alight. "Wow!" he whispered. She smiled shyly; fear and soft rippling orgasmic gratitude alternating through her. She stood up off the table, pulled her skirt down her hips, then sank to her knees, taking his deflating, still engorged cock again in her mouth, licking and sucking her cum off him. She fixed her bra and grabbed her blouse from off the floor as she licked his sticky cock, struggling to pull the blouse on over her head. She then stood before him and reached to kiss him once more. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you. You are a god... Will you come back and see me again?" He chuckled. "Damn girl, you know I will!" "Then pull up your pants!" she grinned. "I don't want all the other girls to see my prize!" He did as he was told, and together they walked to the door. She looked at him, arching her brow. Ready? He nodded, grinning slyly at her. She opened the door. A thin, young Asian girl stood on the other side, dressed in a button down blouse with a plaid miniskirt and black tights. Not beautiful; a bit pale and thin, but cute in a mousy way. She stared at Miss Lin in suspicion, and then her jaw dropped as Terrence passed out of the doorway. Miss Lin met the girl's stare matter-of-factly. She turned to Terrence. "You did very well today, Terrence, I'm very pleased with your performance. I think we're making great progress. I'm scheduling you for next week—is the same time good for you?" A grin flashed across the young man's face, but quickly disappeared. 'Yes, Miss Lin, next week would be fine." He said, with exaggerated formality. "And, uh, thanks for your, uh, great attention. I feel much better now." A smile wisped across her face. "Good. I look forward to seeing you. Good bye." "Good bye." He turned to leave; she admired his ass he walked away. She then fixed her gaze on the Asian girl before her. "Please come in." To be continued... The School Counsel Who Can't Say No Ch. 03 'I wasn't always like this,' it occurred to her as she sat naked, on the pool table in the dingy back room of the bar, the yellow light from the dangling overhead lamp gleaming in the eyes of the black men surrounding her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her bag lying on the pool table near to her, and thought, inside that bag is her license, her phone, her ID that said, Claire Lin, licensed therapist and student counselor at junior college. For an instant, she thought of her husband at home, taking care of the kids. She thought of her quiet normal life. Then, she raised her legs, the crystal studs of her stiletto heels shimmering, the skin of her thighs creamy smooth, and showed the men her battered holes. Her pussy and anus gaped at them, bright purple after being penetrated by a dozen black cocks, semen dripping in gobs onto the green felt. She stared into their faces and rubbed the rim of her anus with two elegantly manicured fingers. Moaning softly, she slid her fingers up her rectum and then, her slanted oriental eyes glimmering, licked her fingers clean. "I wasn't always like this," she thought, as the men cheered her on, "but I am now." She smiled at them and said, 'More please.' A young buck approached her, the fly of his jeans open, his massive member long and hard in his hands, 'May I, ma'am?" She smiled and nodded. "Please." She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and cried out bucking as he slid his thick cock into her pussy. 'No-- my ass,' she whispered, as she backed off. 'I want to feel you in my ass.' She reached down and grabbed his throbbing member and guided him to her rectum. Even though her anus was already gaping when his head popped through her sphincter, she cried out in pain and bliss. He slid into her anal canal smoothly, her hole already slick with cum and she whimpered with every inexorable inch until he filled her to the root and she moaned with ecstasy. Another black jumped up on the pool table, knocking the low overhanging lamp and cursing. He knelt on the pool table next to her, big cock in hands. She turned to him and sucked on this dark meat, desperately shoving as much of his thick rod into her mouth and down her throat as she could, watching for the video camera recording it all. The young man pumped deeply into her, and her anal orgasm surged through her like a giant wave that kept washing over her, warm electricity flowing through her from her rectum to her fingertips to her lips stretched around the other's cock. She sucked harder and then noticed the young man's eyes rolling back in his head. She dropped the cock from her mouth and wrapped her hands around his face and kissed his thick lips murmuring, 'Cum in me baby cum in me.' They exploded together. He roared and she felt his massive cum load surge through his cock and explode deep in her rectum. She screamed, her orgasm so electric she nearly fainted as she squirted clear pussy juice all over the young man's tight gut. She lay back on the pool table, the felt of the pool table gentle against her sweaty back and smiled dreamily as a cock loomed over her and spat its thick load in her eyes. Later she woke up alone in the dingy room. She sat up, the towel that lay over her naked body falling to her lap. She looked around and heard a noise and held the towel up to cover her nudity. An older man came in the doorway marked exit. He smiled at her, his teeth bright against the ebony of his skin, 'You're up?' She smiled at him, recognized him, 'Yeah,' she whispered keeping the towel around her. 'You remember what happened last night?' She looked down then back at him, her smile tiny and chagrined. 'Uh huh.' They both laughed. 'You put on quite a show, young lady.' She dropped the towel and straightened her posture, her tiny breasts pointed and erect, 'Can I have some more?' 'What? No ma'am, playtime is over for you. Get dressed and I'll walk you to your car. And when you get into that car you drive straight home to that nice house in the suburbs and that nice white man you married and those adorable kids you got, you hear me?' 'Yes, Daddy,' she said, her eyes downcast. The man stared at her and sighed. 'Okay, okay, you can suck my dick one last time.' She looked at him, her eyes bright, and shimmied off the pool table and went to work on his thick cock. As she drove home, through the dark and dirty streets of the ghetto, she warily watched for possible attackers. Not that she was necessarily afraid of being attacked; it was just, how would she explain what she was doing in this neighborhood at four in the morning? Finally she saw the signs for the highway, got on the entrance ramp and could relax as she sped through the dark landscape. She thought about what she had become, about why, what were her reasons. She knew why other women had affairs—they were unhappy with their husbands, they felt unloved, they were bored. . . But she knew that wasn't it. First, she wasn't having an affair. She was slutting around. That was clear. She didn't love these men—the black men, as they were almost entirely black men-- who fucked her ass with their massive cocks. It wasn't an emotional need at all. She loved her husband, she loved her kids, and she loved her job. No, it wasn't emotional. It was physical. She was an addict. She was addicted to black cock—that was it, plain and simple. She loved the feel of 12 inches of thick massive hard meat sliding up her anus. She loved getting as much of that meat down her throat. She loved the thrill of walking through her campus in a short skirt and no panties and maybe anal beads inside her -- of finding one of the college students and fucking him in a stairwell or empty bathroom. The truth of it hit her like a slap to the face. She was an addict; as bad as any junky or alcoholic. And just like a drug addict, she knew this addiction had the possibility—no, the likelihood-- of derailing her entire life. She couldn't stop sucking black cock... everywhere. Just the week before she had the bag checker at her local supermarket walk her to her SUV; when he got there, she invited him in to the back seat, behind tinted windows. She moaned just thinking about how massive his cock had been, and how it felt to take that cock up her ass right there in her vehicle, in the middle of the afternoon, as shoppers passed by going about their ordinary days. But her day had been anything but ordinary. Few of her days had been ordinary recently. She licked her lips, and tasted the salty taste of cum, and thought of tonight's session. A dozen of them, at least. She had gone out cruising. Yes, that was the word—cruising. She had gotten off work, but she just couldn't head home. She needed something; something big, thick and hard, and she needed it now. So, she headed where white—or, in her case, Oriental-- girls headed when they wanted to be naughty—she headed to the dark side of town. As she recalled the night, she glanced in the rearview mirror-- at her slanted eyes, her puckered lips, and gave a little kiss to herself. She thanked fortune she had lips that men just loved to see wrapped around their cocks, and a body that drove them crazy with desire. She had driven through the bad section of town, scared and exhilarated. She kept driving up and down streets, gaining the attention of drug dealers and other thugs who started calling out to her. She had gotten frightened then; she wanted to fuck, not get robbed or killed, after all, and had nearly driven home, but then caught site of the bar along a set of row houses. Two men stood out front; not street thugs, but men, working men, smoking cigarettes and talking. She had pulled over to the curb and asked them if they knew of any good bars. The men had exchanged glances. "Here's good," one of them offered. He smiled at her. She had looked at them, wavering. Neither of them was handsome; one was tall and skinny, the other more portly. A breeze came along, a spring breeze filled with promise, and she noticed they weren't smoking cigarettes but a joint. The shorter, plumper one approached her car and leaned in to the passenger window. "c'mon, girl, don't be afraid. Park your car out back and come on in for a drink. No one will hurt you." She had noticed how bleary red his eyes were, and the beer on his breath, and almost told him to go away. The man had seen her indecision. "What's your name, girl?" She hesitated. "Claire," she finally said. "What you like, Claire?" She had bit her lip at this one, and looked down. "Come on, Claire, its ok, you know what you like. And you can find it here." She had looked up, into his eyes, and read the hunger in them. She had been frightened, she remembered, and had been amazed when she heard herself say, "Where can I park?" The man smiled and said, "That's my girl," and told her where to park, in the lot behind the bar. The two men had waited for her; Lester and John she seemed to recall, but couldn't be sure. She had met a lot of men tonight. They had met her and walked her into the bar. The door had opened, and the bar had fallen silent as all eyes turned to them—to her. A dozen black men, some sitting or standing at the bar, others around a pool table in the back. "Guys, I'd like to introduce Miss Claire. Now, she's new to this part of town, so I think we should all be as nice as we can and show her a good time." Lester, the portly one, led her to the bar, where a few of the guys' hurriedly made way for her, their eyes wide and mouths open. They ordered her a drink, making faces at her choice—margarita—the bartender—an older fellow, protesting he didn't even know how to make it. But he had been kidding. They had all been so nice. And one drink led to another, and another. Claire had noticed as the men started circling the little group she had made with Lester and several of his buddies. She felt so warm, being at the center of this little group. And then the joints came out. She took a few puffs, protesting that this stuff made her so horny, and then started to really have a good time. Someone had asked her, "What's your ultimate fantasy?" She had looked at them, suddenly so turned on being at the center of this horde, and whispered, "To be -- you know, what do you call it? gangbanged? By a group of black men." The men all exchanged glances, their smiles excited and knowing. And when she had felt that first cock, huge and hard in her hands, she had practically fallen off her barstool to put it in her mouth. She continued driving down the highway, suddenly wet at the memory of how the men had carried her over to the pool table. She remembered how she just lost all of her inhibitions with this group; she stripped off her clothes for them—everything but her fuck-me crystal stilettos -- and had practically begged them one after the other to fuck her. She gasped as she drove, thinking of the DP they had given her. One of the men had lain on his back on the pool table, and she straddled him, taking his long member deep in her pussy. But then another had gotten behind her, and slid his huge 11 inch cock up her ass, making her scream and cum like never before, squirting all over the pool table. And it had just kept coming- all night—a dozen of them. "Oh god," she whispered, as she saw the exit for her small suburban village ahead. "What am I going to tell my husband?" She drove down the quiet empty streets of the leafy suburb, seeing not a soul, and pulled into the driveway. She took off her shoes and tiptoed into the front door. She quickly scanned the downstairs, and noticed a bottle of whisky, half empty- on the kitchen counter. He had gotten drunk. Thank god, she thought. And she tiptoed into the bathroom to wash her sins away. The School Counsel Who Can't Say No Ch. 04 Claire Lin stepped back into the carpeted office to let her next charge enter. The college student—young, skinny Asian with a thick mop of hair and wearing a tartan miniskirt, black leggings and tight sweater—walked into the office looking around as if she expected to see something. Claire peeked out of the office door into the hallway of the community college and watched the young muscular black man walk away, admiring his body, the echoes of the orgasm he gave her still reverberating... She breathed in and bit her lip as she thought about his massive thick cock and how it felt as it penetrated her poor abused anus. 'Oh god,' she whispered, her sphincter throbbing, her pussy dripping, as she glanced around to see if anyone might have heard the sounds of their lovemaking. She turned back to her office only to find the mousy girl staring at her. She straightened up with a start and motioned for the girl to sit at the table in the corner of the office—the table where she had just ridden that cock!- before noticing a thick smear of girl cum shining on the linoleum surface. 'Let's sit at the desk,' she said, cutting the girl off and directing her to the chair before her cluttered desk. Lightheaded, she walked around the desk and sat down carefully; intensely conscious that she wasn't wearing panties beneath her short tight denim skirt and that cum might actually leak out of her battered rectum. She looked at the girl before her and tried to smile, despite the young Asian college girl's suspicious stare. 'So, what can I do for you today, uh...' 'Eileen. Eileen Chen. We've met a few times you know.' 'Of course. What is it this time, Eileen? Still having problems adjusting to college life?' 'What's that smell?' Claire's eyes narrowed. 'What smell?' The girl looked around the room. 'It smells weird in here.' Claire sat back carefully in her seat. 'Oh really?' Her hands went to her skirt hem and nervously tugged it lower across her creamy thighs. "Like what?' 'Like sex.' Blood rushed to her face. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I don't smell anything.' The student continued her icy staring. 'Who was that guy?' 'What guy?' she shrugged. 'That guy that just left. He's one of the football players, right?' 'Umm... I'm not sure. We didn't discuss sports.' 'Really? What did you discuss? Cock?' Claire's eyes widened in surprise. 'Excuse me? I'm not sure I like the tone of your voice, young lady.' The college girl crossed her arms and her legs on the chair. 'Well, I'm not sure I like you having sex with your students—' The air seemed to disappear from her lungs and for a moment Claire was speechless. 'They're not my students—I'm a counselor, not a professor here.' 'Whatever. Did you just fuck that student?' She bolted upright in her chair, the smooth leather beneath her ass slick with pussy juice. 'What? Of course not! How dare you ask me such a question?' She stared defiantly at the student, swallowed nervously and finally dropped her gaze. 'You did- I can see it!' the girl pointed at her accusingly. 'God, I can't believe this! You're just another—another Asian slut! How could you? You're the school counselor and you're fucking the students!' Regaining her breath, she then tried to regain her composure. 'Are you accusing me...?' 'Yes! You're just another Asian slut—how could you act so stereotypically? Isn't it bad enough with how the media portrays us but you have to go out and confirm everything they say?' Tears sprang to the young woman's eyes and her face changed from rage to despair. Claire's heart was racing and she wiped sweat off her hands on her denim skirt and cleared her throat. 'First off, no, I didn't just have sex with one of the students, and I really don't appreciate being called a slut. Second,' she paused and smiled slightly. 'Why are we talking about me when this session is about you?' The girl's face fell and she started to cry. 'It's not just about me- it's about all of us! All of us Asian girls. Everyone thinks we're these oversexed sluts and then I come here for help and I find you're doing exactly what they say we're all doing! How could you?' 'Now, come on Ellen—' 'Eileen!' 'Eileen- sorry—come on now. Let's just calm down. I don't know what you think happened—' Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, the girl stood up with a start, the steel and cushioned chair clattering to floor behind her. 'Forget it! I'm leaving.' Panic gripped Claire. She rose from her seat behind the desk, catching a glimpse of the black dildo in the open drawer. 'Where are you going?' 'To the administration! I'm telling them what you did!' The young woman moved to the door. 'Young lady, you come back here and sit down.' 'No!' Eileen cried. 'You can't make me- you... you... slut!' Claire rushed around the desk and caught the young woman by the arm at the door. 'Ow! You're hurting me!' She stared into the girl's slanty, red, swollen, tear-stained eyes. 'You come back here and sit down,' she hissed, half leading, half pulling the young woman back to her seat. 'Stop it!' The girl protested. 'You can't do this to me!' With her free hand Claire lifted the chair upright but facing away from the desk. Desperate to regain control of the situation, she pushed the girl's knees into the foam seat. 'What are you doing? Are you crazy? Let me go!' With strength she didn't realize she had, Claire pushed the girl over so her torso sprawled across the desk. Then she pulled up the young woman's plaid miniskirt to reveal black tights over little cotton panties. 'You call me a slut? You little frigid bitch, let's see what kind of girl you really are.' 'Stop it!' Eileen screeched as Claire savagely dragged her panties down off her ass. Claire stopped herself, terrified by her own actions. But then the sight of the girl's peach shaped ass, plump and white and fragrant, filled her with rage and desire. She slapped the girl's ass hard and the girl squealed. She spanked her again and again and again until the girl moaned and writhed in pain on the desktop and her ass cheeks were glowing pink. Finally she stopped spanking the girl. Instead, panting, she spread the girl's cheeks; the girl's anus winked at her purplish and cute, above a smooth pink slit. 'Stop it! She heard as she thrust her face between the girl's cheeks and licked at that salty little rectum, then lower, to the girl's already soaked pussy. The girl became quiet, as if trying to come to grips with what was happening. The girl started moaning, softly at first, then louder and she pressed herself more forcefully into Claire's face. Claire had never tasted another vagina or ass save her own- and that was just licking the juices off the cocks of her various lovers—and couldn't believe how delicious and fresh the young lady tasted. Her tongue probed the girl's pussy while her nose slid across her slick rectum. The girl moaned softly as Claire reached between her own legs and started fingering herself beneath her own denim mini skirt. God the girl tasted so good! Her tongue lapped and probed the girl's two holes; Eileen moaned and sobbed and murmured 'No No No...' The girl's orgasm was explosive and wet—she screamed as delicious sweet pussy cum squirted into Claire's mouth and then Claire cummed herself, sucking deeply on the young lady's pussy as she shuddered with ecstasy. A knock on the door disturbed them. 'Is everything alright in there?' Claire stood up, 'Yes, Tracy. We're just practicing a new form of therapy.' The voice went away. Claire looked over her handiwork; Eileen lay sprawled across the desk, eyes closed, panting, shivering slightly. Claire struggled to regain her own breath. She leaned over and whispered into the girl's ear. 'Are you ok?' The girl turned away. Claire reached across the desk and took out the black dildo from the open drawer. She rested herself against the girl, feeling her smooth body beneath her own. 'Here, lick this,' she whispered. The girl clamped her eyes shut and squeaked, 'No!' Claire slapped the girl across the face, making her cry out in pain. 'Open your mouth, young lady.' She did as she was told and dutifully opened her mouth. Claire held the head of the dildo to the young lady's parted lips and pushed. The girl choked and sobbed and kept her eyes closed but opened her mouth wider to receive more of the thick phallus. 'Do you like that?' The girl grunted something that sounded like no and Claire slapped her face again and she cried in pain but opened even wider and then took the dildo from Claire's hands and held it like a baby as she sucked. Claire watched with approval and then gently took the dildo from the girl's grasp—the girl once again moaned in protest. Claire slid herself down the young girl's body to her ass once again. Gently she caressed the girl's ass cheeks with the dildo. 'No...' Eileen moaned. 'Please, don't. I'm a virgin. Please don't.' She bent over and once more licked the girl's delicious pussy, still dripping wet and took the thick black dildo and pressed it against the girl's hole. 'No...' the girl breathed. 'No, please....' Claire bit her lip in anticipation as she gently slid the dildo into the girl's soaked slit. The girl bucked and cried in pain and then in pleasure, writhing like an animal on the desk as Claire slid the dildo deeper deeper into her slick channel. The girl reached behind her and spread her own ass cheeks and Claire took the hint and bent over and started probing her rectum with her tongue as she fucked the girl with the dildo. With each thrust she pressed the dildo deeper until it came out smeared with blood and then penetrated all eight inches into the girl and she cried once again and released a gout of girl cum onto the dildo and Claire's fingers, bucking and moaning 'yes yes yes mommy yes!!!!'' Then, sobbing and laughing at the same time she gradually subsided on the desk, blissfully exhausted, the papers and blotter now scattered across the floor. Claire withdrew the dildo with an audible pop and once more leaned across the girl. 'How was that, young lady?' She whispered into the girl's ear. This time Eileen smiled shyly and opened her eyes. 'Wow...' she murmured. Claire giggled. 'The real thing is even better.' Eileen's eyes opened wide. 'Better? Oh my god, I couldn't handle better.' Claire kissed her on the cheek and blew in her ear. 'You were right about that black boy. We did it right on that table. He did me in the ass.... Now, you know why we are like we are...' Eileen was quiet for a moment. 'Was he as big as your... toy?' Claire grinned. 'Much bigger.' 'Bigger? Oh my god....' Claire pulled the girl back off the desk. 'Come here,' and led her to the table where earlier she had taken that big black cock up her ass. She guided Eileen to the chair and then, as before, sat on the table. She leaned back and spread her legs before the young lady. Eileen looked nervously and excitedly at Claire's naked, smooth vagina. Claire tilted her pelvis to display her anus to the young woman. 'Want to taste black man's cum?' And gently led the girl's face to her crotch. The girl didn't resist, but then hesitated. She looked up into Claire's eyes. 'It's ok, Eileen. Just lick...' Tentatively, the girl stuck out her tongue and pressed it against Claire's thick, wet swollen purplish labia. Claire moaned, 'Oh yes, that's right.' Encouraged, the young lady's tongue probed farther. Claire moaned with pleasure and grasped the girl's head and guided her face down to her swollen rectum, moaning as the girl's tongue probed her sphincter. 'Can you taste his cock? Can you?' 'Umm!!' Eileen moaned as her tongue slurped Claire's two holes. 'Lick me oh god Eileen lick me lick me!!!' Claire's orgasm surged through her and she bucked and thrashed on the table and felt her sphincter open and the black man's thick gooey cum ejaculate from her rectum. As her orgasm washed through her she leaned back and giggled at Eileen's face, a wet sheen of girl cum coating her cheeks and thick white goo dribbling from her lips. Eileen's eyes were as wide as her smile. 'That's what cum tastes like?' Claire smiled and leaned forward and drew the young girl towards her. She stared deeply into the young lady's eyes and nodded. 'Delicious, right?' And they kissed, their tongues entwining, both slurping on the thick goo that the black football player had cummed in Claire's ass earlier. They paused. Eileen looked down. 'I'm sorry I said those things about you.' Claire smiled and kissed the girl's lips lightly. 'It's ok. Now do you understand?' 'Yes.' 'Good. So... for your therapy, I prescribe.... At least three cocks before our next session.' 'Three? At the same time?!' Claire laughed. 'Maybe not at the same time, but yes, three. Before next week.' Eileen's smile was excited. 'Will that same guy be here next week?' Claire nodded. 'Want to come?' 'Can I watch?' 'Of course you can.' They kissed again, their tongues passionately entwined. Then Claire pushed her away. 'Now, wipe your face, you silly thing. My next appointment is coming!'