14 comments/ 47150 views/ 20 favorites TheRapist By: Submissioness This is my first reluctance/non-consent story and I'm very excited about it. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback and vote vote vote! * Alli wasn't sure if it was her nerves getting the best of her or actually something strange going on. Ever since her parents told her that they were going on that cruise, she'd been paranoid about being left home alone in that big empty house out in the middle of nowhere. They kept telling her not to worry. Only a few people knew that they were leaving and they were only a phone call away. But Alli felt like someone was watching her those last few days before they left. For instance, at the shopping mall, there was a man sitting in the food court that she swore was staring at her. For an older man he was attractive with his long dark hair and stylish clothes but it was really strange the way he sat there a few tables away with his shades on. He didn't even have any food; just a magazine and a cocky smirk. It was really weird. The man even seemed familiar but she couldn't place the face. Later that day, she thought she saw him again in an SUV a few rows back. As soon as her parents left that Saturday afternoon, Alli decided to sunbathe nude in the back yard but cut it short when she felt the eerie sensation that someone was watching her again. There seemed to be noises coming from behind the fence that she couldn't explain. Sure, it may have been an animal but she wasn't keen on the idea of finding out one way or another. She scurried inside clinging the over-sized towel to her body and locked the door from the inside. That night Alli ordered pizza and tried to convince herself that it was only her imagination. No one was stalking her. No one was coming to kill her. No one wanted to harm her. The man in the mall was probably just some old pervert scouting out young girls. No one even knew her in this new little town her parents had dragged her to. Alli sat alone in the dark watching television and eating pizza when the phone rang. She jumped and nearly dumped her plate on the floor. Shaming herself for reacting so silly, she reached for the phone. "Hello?" "Hey, honey. It's Dad. How's it goin'?" A sigh of relief escaped her. "Oh, fine. I was just watching some TV. I ordered some pizza but I'm about to go to bed." "You doing okay without us there?" he teased. "Dad, I'm 19, I think I'll be alright." "Alright. I just know you were concerned. That's why I called." "I was over reacting. I'm fine. It's just this new town and being in this new house. I wish we didn't have to move." "You know why we had to move, Al. This move has done wonders for me and your mom." "I know, Dad. It's all worth it," she admitted. "That's my girl. You sleep tight tonight. And remember: we're only..." "...a phone call away, I know, Dad. Thanks." "Alright. Good night, angel." "Night, Daddy." Alli sat the phone down and her mind wandered. They moved to this rinky dink town to get away from all the stress that was tearing her parents' marriage apart. Before the move, they'd found a marriage counselor here and began seeing him regularly. After only a few visits, they fell in love with that little town and packed their bags. They put a whole lot of trust in this guy in these short months that they'd seen him but they swear he's changed their lives. Well, he'd changed hers for sure. She wanted to stay behind but didn't want her only family to be 3 hours away. Her father found a job where he worked less but still got paid well. And her mother got a job that she actually enjoyed. They put some of their savings into opening a flower shop. It's the only one in town so it was doing very well. Needless to say, they were one big happy family again. Alli sighed and took the pizza box and dishes to the kitchen. She headed upstairs to shower before bed. She started to close the bathroom door and lock it but then felt silly. I'm the only one here. No need to close the door. Besides, it will let some of the steam out of the room so it's not so foggy when I get out, she thought. Alli was rinsing out her hair when she thought she heard the door creak. Her eyes darted to the door. She couldn't see clearly so she rubbed her hand across the translucent glass of the shower door. "Chester?" she called out on the verge of a panic attack and slid the shower door open enough to poke her head out. "Chester?!" A shadow crossed the door. "Chester!" she screamed. The door creaked open a little more and she saw her mother's cat stroll into the bathroom. "Fuck! Chester, you fucking asshole cat! You scared the shit out of me!" The cat scratched at the shower door. She calmed herself down and turned off the shower water. "I forgot to feed you. Okay, okay. I'm coming." After feeding Chester downstairs in the kitchen, Alli checked every door and window before heading to bed. She usually slept with her bedroom door closed, but since her parents were gone she felt the need to leave a light on down the hall and leave the door open to let in just a little light. Perhaps she was letting her nerves get the best of her. She didn't care. She knew that was the only way she was going to get any sleep. *****~*****~*****~*****~***** Alli lay sleeping on her left side when the intruder entered her room. A middle-aged man crept toward her sleeping body. He held a 4 inch piece of duct tape in one hand and held tightly so as not to make any noise, a pair of open hand cuffs in the other. Standing beside the bed, he looked upon her. Her long brown hair was almost completely dry now. She was beautiful laying there with her covers dragged down around her hip. Her little cotton nightdress was rumpled and twisted from tossing and turning. Her eyes, which he knew to be the most beautiful shade of green were closed tightly as she breathed deeply and slowly. She was in a deep sleep, he realized, and he knew he'd come at the perfect time. The strange man positioned his cuffs around her wrists and in one fluid motion, he locked the cuffs, slapped the tape over her mouth and pushed her onto her stomach. Alli woke with a start and tried to scream but couldn't. She could tell that someone was straddling her back but she couldn't tell what was going on because she couldn't see behind her. All she could do was thrash around and cry. She was only able to breath through her nose so her breaths became very labored and soon made her head dizzy from lack of oxygen. "Sssshhhh..." the man coaxed. "Alli, you're alright, my dear. You're alright." Alli stopped thrashing suddenly. Her eyes wide with terror and her body stiff, she listened to the invader. She didn't recognize the voice. How did he know her name? "Alli, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." Her breath was still quite labored and he could tell she was having trouble breathing. "If you agree to be quiet, I will take off the tape. But if you disappoint me, it will go back on. There is actually no sense in screaming anyway. There isn't anyone around to hear you. But you know that." Alli began to sob again. "Do you promise?" Alli nodded her head as she cried. "Do not cry, little Alli. I won't hurt you as long as you do as you're told." His voice was sounded eerily calm and soothing. But soothe Alli he did not. The man reached down and gently pulled the tape from her mouth. Allie wailed with the removal of the tape and gasped for air, coughing and crying. "What do you want?!" she cried out. "Now, now, little Alli. You must lower your voice. You need to play by the rules or you won't be very happy by the time I leave." Alli sobbed loudly into her pillow, unable to believe this was all happening. "I will only tell you what I want when you calm yourself down," he added. Alli sucked it up and tried her best not to cry anymore. He was still straddling her and it was beginning to hurt so she knew she'd better cooperate. "Now then. That's a good girl." The man began to brush her hair away from her face and comb it with his fingers down her back. "Just relax. Keep being a good girl like you are right now." "I'm going to ask you some questions, Alli, and I want you to be honest. I can tell when you're lying. You don't want to lie to me." Again Alli nodded her head. "Are you a virgin?" Alli let out a little sob as the reality of the situation set in. He was going to rape her. But first, he was going to humiliate her. "I will get what I want one way or another, it is up to you how convincing I have to be," he warned. "Are you a virgin?" "No," she whimpered. "How many partners have you had?" "Two," she said. "This isn't so hard, is it?" He pushed her hair over her shoulder and began to lightly rub her back through the thin cotton fabric of her nightie. "Do you shave your pussy?" She blushed from embarrassment. "Sometimes." "How about right now? Are you shaven?" "Yes." "Very nice. Did you give your partners head?" "Yes," she choked out softly. "And did they eat you out in return?" She took a moment to answer. "Sometimes." "Only sometimes? So you sucked dick more times that they ate your pussy?" His voice was only above a whisper now. "You believe that it should be reciprocated fairly, don't you?" "Yes." "Your boyfriends didn't think so. Why do you think that is?" "I don't know," she said, barely audible. "It's because they were selfish lovers, Alli. And you are not a selfish lover. You also deserve an unselfish lover. She felt him squirm above her and then saw a black shirt land on the floor beside her. "You're going to be caught," Alli said sternly. "I won't. By the end of the night, you won't want to turn me in." His cocky behavior disgusted her. "Who the hell are you?!" she screamed. "Ah ah ah... voices, Alli. I still have the tape. I'll tell you what, if you behave, I'll tell you who I am. Lie still." He shifted above her and was now sitting beside her on the bed taking off his sweat pants. It was the first time she could see his face in the dimly lit room. It was the man from the mall, she was almost certain. "You've been following me!" she exclaimed. "Not as much as you might think. Only a few times." The thought of making a run for it crossed her mind but she knew he'd catch her and her punishment wouldn't be worth the risk. He stood up and climbed back on the bed behind her, this time straddling her legs. "Pull your knees beneath you. Push your ass up into the air." "Please!" she cried. "You don't have to do this, mister. Please, just leave me alone and I won't call the police, I swear!" "Ssshhh, little one. Do as you're told. Do you want me to be a selfish lover or an unselfish lover?" Alli cried softly into her pillow praying that he would stop tormenting her. "Answer me, Alli. I will get what I came for and I will take it being rough or being gentle. You decide how. I'd rather be gentle so I can teach you what it's like to be with a kind and caring mate." Alli couldn't answer. Her mind was swimming and all she could think of was how much she wanted this to be a dream. "If you don't answer me," he started. He pushed her legs underneath her and positioned her the way he willed. "...then I will assume..." He pushed her nightgown down to her shoulders and ran his nails sharply down her back, "...that you want it rough!" "No! Please!" Allie wailed. "Please, don't hurt me, I'll do what you say!" The intruder ran his hands over the scratches to soothe them. He hadn't intended on causing her pain but he could see red marks on her back. "Good girl," he said. "For that, you get a treat. He ran his fingers beneath the hem of her pink cotton panties. He slowly pulled them down her hips to her knees. "Lift up," he whispered and urged her knees off the mattress one at a time and threw her panties to the ground with his clothes. Her limbs trembled beneath his touch. The man urged her knees apart. "Relax," he whispered. "Keep your head down." "These cuffs are hurting me!" "I'll take them off when I know I can trust you." He ran his hands across her ass and she shivered. His index finger traveled down her crack and over her little pucker before finally arriving at her pussy. To his discouragement, she wasn't as wet as he'd thought she'd be by now. He wanted her to enjoy what he was doing to her. He knew he needed to get her aroused, at least a little. "Did you like it when those boys went down on you, Alli?" "Yes," she said under her breath, defeated. There was no use in lying about it. He'd know. "I want you to think about how it made you feel when they slid their tongues up and down your pussy. Remember how it felt when they made you cum and clench your thighs around their heads as you orgasmed." He cupped her mound in his hand and she jerked. "Could they make you cum multiple times?" "I never came," she admitted ashamedly. "You never came? Were they stupid or just didn't give you enough time?" "They both stopped too soon." "I won't stop too soon, Alli." He heard her sobbing softly again. "Don't you want to cum for me?" "No," she cried softly. "Sweet Alli, don't you want to know what it feels like to have a real man give you pleasure?" "Please, don't." "Yes or no, Alli." "I can't," she blurted. "You want to. You're just scared. Is that it?" Through her crying he heard a faint reply, "I'm scared." A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "But you can't tell me 'no'." His middle finger on the hand that was cupping her crotch slipped between her folds and slid down the length of her slit. Again he could feel her tremble beneath her. She bit her lip to keep her silence. He checked her again for wetness and he concluded that what he did worked. She was getting turned on whether she liked it or not and whether she wanted to admit it or not. "I can't!" The man slowly slid his finger into her tight hole and a moan escaped her. Ashamed and embarrassed, she pushed her face into the pillow and cried again. He began to finger her skillfully moving in and out of her, pulling out to lubricate her folds and tease her clit. Her body defied her. She was sopping wet and whimpering into her pillow as his fingers worked. He pulled his fingers out and the next thing she felt was his hot mouth on her behind. He kissed and licked a trail that let to her little shaved pussy and he wasted no time getting down to business. He licked her gently at first, trying to get her to enjoy it. And finally she seemed to, despite herself. He could tell that she was slowly, and perhaps unconsciously, pushing her hips out and her ass up so he could better access her. Once he could hear her muzzled moans more frequently he sped up his pace and began to concentrate on her little nub. Eventually, her head came up and was panting and moaning freely without reservation. He pulled away briefly. "Now do you want me to stop?" "Please don't stop," she said with alarm. She was too close to cumming for him to stop now. "Ask me to make you cum." "Make me cum." She was barely audible and her face was burning with humiliation. "I said to ask. And ask nicely." "Please. Will you please make me cum?" she exclaimed with frustration in her tone. The strange man quickly resumed his minstrations and soon after, Alli was grinding herself into his face as she rode through her orgasm. "You taste so good. I was glad to see you just got out of the shower. It was like you were getting ready for me." "Stop it!" she screamed. "I was paying you a compliment, Alli. Don't be shy. I knew you'd taste sweet when I first saw you." "Why are you doing this to me? Who are you?" Alli cried. "Now a moment ago you were loving what I was doing to you. And I'll tell you who I am soon enough. We're not finished yet. We've really only just begun. "Allison Ashcroft," he said as he moved off the bed and removed his boxers. His semi-hard cock bounced into view. It was bigger than the other two she'd seen, Alli realized. "Do you remember agreeing that oral gratification should me reciprocated?" "Please don't make me do that," she begged. Fear coursed through her. "Oh, Alli. You're not being a selfish lover are you?" A tear fell from her eye and down her cheek. "No," she sighed. "Sit up," he said. She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her nightie back down to her hips. "If you do well I'll have another treat for you. But you have to make me cum." "I can't," she whimpered. "What do you mean you can't? You said you've given head before." "I never made them..." Alli swallowed. "...finish." "I see. But that's not your fault, Alli. Listen, I'll help you. And I won't hold out on you and make it longer than it has to be. Just do what feels natural and I'll do what I need to do, too." As strange as it sounded, she agreed with the man's bargaining. It had been months since she'd given head and was already very nervous considering the circumstances. Even though she wasn't sure why, Alli wanted to do a good job for him. She tried to convince herself that the only reason she would give it her all is to get it over with as soon as possible. She couldn't bare the thought of enjoying herself. The man stepped directly in front of her and put his legs on either side of hers. Alli reached out with her cuffed hands and wrapped her shaking fingers his cock. She began by timidly stroking him while he played with her hair. When she slipped the head past her lips and touched it with her hot tongue the man let out a deep groan and held onto her head to help guide her. He urged her into shallow strokes before speeding up into deeper, longer thrusts. "You're doing very well, Alli," said the stranger. His eyes closed as he mildly fucked her face. Alli became more enthusiastic with her task once she realized how much he was enjoying it. She flicked her tongue against his cock as it pumped in and out and he began to moan. "Keep doing that, baby. That's really good," he encouraged. He began thrusting deeper into her mouth and hit the back of her throat a few times. Her gag reflex kicked in and she started to choke a little and panicked. "You're fine. Just relax. I won't be long. Just keep doing what you're doing, baby girl," he panted. Alli's eyes were watering and she kept gagging now and again but she did her best to keep up. Then, she got an idea. She wasn't sure how he'd react but she thought it was worth a shot. Her hands gently grabbed his balls and began massaging them. "Fuck, baby. Yeah, that's a good little girl," he cried out. Suddenly he was pumping into her face almost mercilessly, holding her head in place as he entered the home stretch. She gasped for breath and struggled to maintain her concentration. Without warning, he pulled back on her head and pulled out of her mouth. As he came, ropes of semen hit her cotton nightgown. Still holding her head back by her hair, he pumped himself dry, groaning and panting. Finally, he let go of her head leaving her scalp was a little sore from his aggressive actions. "You get extra points. And extra pleasure for the good job you just did." Alli blushed. He pulled the handcuff key from his pant pocket on the floor and removed the cuffs. "You're a mess, let's get this off of you. Stand up." Alli stood before him and he rolled the night dress up to her chest. "You're going to have to lift your arms so I can take it off," he teased. But she wasn't smiling. "I'll be naked," she said. "No different than laying naked out by the pool, right?" "You were watching me?!" she yelled and slapped him across the face. His expression became stern and Alli was now very frightened of what he might do to her. Without a second thought she darted for the door. But she didn't get but a few steps away. The man grabbed the nightdress that was still tucked under her arms around her chest and pulled her back causing her to fall to the ground. He sat on her legs to keep her from kicking and pinned her arms to the ground. Therapist Swinging a sixteen pound splitting axe is damned hard work, but Danny needed the job. The little 20" chainsaw was sharp and ran good, it had made short work of the huge Fir tree even though as he got to the butt of the thing he had to cut the blocks from both sides because the saw as not long enough. "100 mile per hour gusts!" The news had said, but now two days later the Sun was out and everything was getting dry again. Barely 20 years old, Danny was a strapping young man, probably why his phone rang that morning. Mr. Johnson's big Fir tree was broken right in half about 15 feet off the ground. Luckily the thing had fallen into his yard rather than on his house. Cutting up the big tree into firewood was going to be a two day job, and since old man Johnson had offered Danny $300 to do it, that made his day. Sure, it would have cost probably four times that to hire a professional company but $300 to Danny meant money for parts to fix up his old Chevelle he had been working on. It ran now, and he could drive it but it was a long ways from pretty since it was three different colors. Shelly Epperson didn't seem to mind riding in it though. He liked her, besides, she would let him play with her a little bit when they parked after a date. Danny had been making progress, the first few dates Shelly wore sweaters and a heavy bra that felt like it had wires in it. The last two times she wore a blouse that buttoned up the front and a soft frilly pink bra. That was cool, he actually got his fingers inside the bra cup and played with her bare nipple a little bit. On their last date her hand had slid right across the front of his slacks, then she had giggled and pulled her hand back. Since he had been rolling her nipple just before, he was hard as a rock when she reached down. He was thinking about that as he split and stacked the blocks of firewood. Danny had his shirt off, sweating profusely. This was the hard part, splitting the big blocks of wood into usable sections. The lower blocks were big and really didn't want to split worth a damn. The one he had set on a concrete slab had two big knots right in the middle of it, and he had been belting it for a solid 10 minutes. Frustrated, Danny swung the hug axe with everything he had. The blade sank in and stuck, he leaned forward and jerked upwards on the handle to get it free, thinking to hell with this. He would just dash home and get the wedge and drive that in, that would do it. He would have been done by now except for the last few pieces that were being stubborn. He had even given up for awhile and carefully stacked the rest of the wood, old man Johnson had came out and paid him thinking he was about done. Danny had leaned on the handle to rest for a minute as old man Johnson hopped in his Nash and headed for town. Then he let fly with that last lick at the block. Thunk. Nothing. He jerked upwards on the handle, felt a tug in his right hip. He reached back and rubbed it, feeling a stab of discomfort. Then it hit him. The pain was so severe he had to sit down. Mr. Johnson came back from the store about 20 minutes later, spotted Danny just sitting there. "What's wrong?" He asked, setting down a jug of milk and a box of pancake mix. "I think I pulled a muscle." Danny told him. "Oh, shit. Damn. Come on in the house and let's get you some heat lotion, that works pretty good." Danny followed him inside, the old man came out of the bathroom and handed him a tube of something. He rubbed it on his hip and back, that helped. "Better let things just sit for now, no hurry on it." The old man said. Danny thanked him and went home. There was no such thing as sleep that night, by morning there was also no such thing as a position that did not hurt. He called Mr. Johnson to let him know that there was no way in hell he could finish up until his back got better. "Don't worry about it, I got plenty of wood. Hey, why not go see Mrs. Sykes? She does rubdowns, I bet she can make you feel better." "Mrs. Sykes? Who is that?" Danny asked. "She works out of an office over on 8th and main, let me get you her phone number." "I can't really afford...." Danny started to say. "On me, hell, I feel bad you got hurt and besides, it's only $50.00. She charges new clients half price the first time." Danny wrote down the number but was thinking it would be a waste of time. By afternoon, he changed his mind. +++ "Oh, yes. You are Harold Johnson's friend? Come on by this evening about six, OK? It's all paid for." Her voice sounded soft on the phone. The office was up two flights of stairs, there was an elevator but it had a sign that read "Out of order." on it. Danny made it up the stairs, barely. The woman that answered the door looked to be at least forty, perhaps older and she was nearly as tall as Danny was. She wore a light blue smock that buttoned up the front all the way, a pair of dark framed glasses perched on her nose. Her forearms bristled with muscles, she was slender and reasonably attractive for an older lady. Danny glanced around the well kept living room, there were some photos on a counter of her and a tall man. "That's my husband Ray, he is at his bowling league so we have the house to ourselves." She said, noticing his inspection. "Ray usually takes off when I have a client." She added. Danny nodded. He was bashful enough about the idea of getting a massge so not having her husband around was helpful. "Well, come on back." She urged. He followed her into another room. In her little side room was a table, it looked more like a spare bedroom than an office. There was a table and chair in one corner with a lamp, and a row of closets on one side of the room. An odd looking free standing sink was the only other thing in the room, it looked a bit out of place there. "Doing massage work is just a sideline I do here at home, I work as a Nurse over at Samaritan the rest of the time." She told him with a smile, apparently reading his mind. Danny nodded, unsure of what to do. He waited, looking up at a poster of a man's body with no skin on it. That was sort of gross. "Have you ever had a massage before?" She asked. "No." "OK. Well, go ahead and get undressed, lie face down on the table. Here is a towel to use to cover yourself." She handed him what looked like a large bath towel. Danny was mildly uncomfortable with that since he was a little bit bashful, but his back did hurt and she was a nurse. He did as she asked, finally getting the big towel over himself with a struggle. When she came back in, she had another towel and a bottle of some kind of lotion. She began at his feet, that felt nice. Then her hands went up his legs and back down, after a few minutes she reached across his body and bared one butt cheek which caused him to flinch slightly, then her hands began to flow over his hip and down across his glutes. That felt marvelous, Danny forgot his initial embarrassment at being nearly naked and began to relax. The entire session went like that, at one point he felt himself erect and was glad he was laying on it. He felt much better after, he drove home that evening nearly free of pain. +++ A couple of weeks later Danny went back over to Mr. Johnson's house and finished up the wood. This time he brought his splitting wedge, driving those in being careful how he swung the sledge made short work of it. He was stacking that last of the wood when old man Johnson came out. "All done, huh? Great! Say, how did you like Marie?" He asked. "Marie?" "Yes, Mrs. Sykes, the lady I sent you to?" "Oh. That was great, it really helped, thank you." Danny told him. "Good. Hey, if you go again she gives me a client referral discount of $10, ok?" "Maybe I will." Danny grinned. "You should, she gets better once you get to know her." Danny nodded, not paying much attention to the comment. Thst night he felt the mild tug in his hip again, those wet blocks of wood were heavy and he realized he should have waited. Counting his money, he had just over $100 left after buying the pretty blue paint for the Chevelle. "What the hell. Why not?" That had been great, he could use another session, so he picked up the phone. He had four clients that he did odd jobs for, he knew he would find some kind of work. Again Mrs. Sykes told him to drop by at six in the evening. This time the elevator was working, he took the rumbling old thing up to her floor. Everything was exactly the same. Danny undressed and stretched out on the table. "I am really glad you came back, followups can really help. We can get more comfortable with each other." She told him as she came in. Danny didn't turn his head, he just lay there in anticipation. Once again her hands went to work, and once again in short order it felt marvelous. Danny very nearly went to sleep, at one point her hands were flowing up and down his back, the rythmm was intoxicating. Then Mrs. Sykes moved up to the head of the table, leaning over his body letting her hands flow all the way down to his waist and back up. Danny turned his head on the pillow, as he did he realized the lower buttons of her smock were undone. They were undone far enough that it hung open as she leaned, and he realized he was looking directly at her hairy pussy from less that a foot away. Danny figured that was just an accident, but he could not stop himself from looking. Her lips were very large and hung down, visible though the mass of pubic hair. He thought about saying something but he was afraid he might embarrass her. Then he did his best to not look but that was impossible. She was speaking softly the entire time but he only grunted in response, having no idea what she was saying. This was amazing, he had never seen a real live vagina before, although he had plans on getting a look at his girlfriend Shelly's sooner or later. She had let him look at her titties and touch her for a few minutes but that was all so far. Danny could not help himself, he developed a massive erection. But then Mrs. Sykes returned to the foot of the table out of his sight, began to run both hands all the way up his legs. She didn't stop at the bottom of the towel, her hands pushed it upwards until he was wondering if she could see his testicles. Suddenly she was at his side, holding a pillow. "Go ahead and lift up, Danny. I want to put this under your belly so you will be more comfortable." Danny lifted up, her forearm slid underneath him, her hand brushing across the end of his penis, then back. Danny's mind was completely aware of that. He glanced up at her, she just smiled. "There. That should help. You young men are so virile, this will relieve the pressure." Her hand patted his bare buttock lightly. Then she stepped to the foot of the table and began to stroke his legs again. With each stroke, she pressed Danny's legs further and further apart until he was sure that his privates were easily in her view. Then her hands turned upwards and she cupped him, letting her fingers trickle over his length and back. That almost tickled, and it felt so erotic he didn't even tense up. "You seem to be a little bit uncomfortable here." She said softly. This was a surprise, Danny did not expect it at all. The towel was now draped across the middle of his back, he knew he was completely exposed. Her hand reached back underneath and grasped him, sending another shock wave through his body. "I had better take care of this, we don't want you to be uncomfortable." She said quietly, her voice husky. Her hand felt slick with the oil, sliding easily. Danny let out a groan, he could not have stopped her if he wanted to. She began to stroke him, after a few minutes of that she asked him to turn over. Danny did without hesitation, having lost his initial shyness. This was neat! Mrs. Sykes removed the towel completely leaving Danny naked. He glanced down, her smock still gapped enough that he could see her pussy, she saw his eyes drop and smiled. "Visual stimulation is good, it helps to relieve you." She said, her hand busy pulling on his length. "Yea." Danny managed with a groan. It was now completely clear that her exposure was no accident. "Do you mind if I slip this off?" She asked him. "No, that's fine...uhh..if you want to." God. Was she really going to....? Mrs. Sykes reached up and flicked the remaining buttons, shrugged the smock off of her shoulders. Naked. Completely naked! Her medium size breasts sagged but only slightly, her abdomen was nice and flat. She had a fairly heavy mass of pubic hair, trimmed lightly at the edges. Her body would likely put the much younger one of his girlfriend Shelly to shame. "Does this help?" She asked coyly. "Yes." Danny barely managed. She then let go of him, stood there for a second looking at him. Danny's erection was so hard it stood up a good three inches from his belly. Next she reached over to the table and picked up a washcloth, dampened it in a nearby pan of water, began to clean his cock and balls. Setting down the washcloth, she leaned forward and engulfed his erection into her mouth! Danny's hips began to thrust with a mind of their own, Mrs. Sykes reached out with one hand and placed it on his belly. She wasn't licking him, she had her lips rolled inwards and was sucking on him. It was incredible, each time he felt himself begin to peak and blast off her thumb slid down to the base of his penis and stopped him. With his mind lost in a whirlwind, he felt himself finally slide past the point of no return, suddenly she removed her mouth and he felt slippery as she grasped him firmly with both hands. Just as he let go into the air, he realized that she had added some kind of slick lubricant. There was at least a half dozen spasms, each one stronger than the last. Not letting go, her lips slipped over one nipple, pinching the very tip gently. That caused him to swoon, and his body let go with a final amazing contraction. Opening his eyes, he saw Mrs. Sykes leaning over him, her bare breasts sagging slightly. "Wow. That was nice, you got really hard!" She whispered. Her face was flushed and Danny noticed that her nipples hd snugged up into tiny little buttons. There was a nearby sink, she stepped over to it and washed her hands, then grabbing another washcloth she carefully washed his penis and testicles. The water was slightly hot at first but cooled quickly "So how do you feel?" She asked him with a sly smile. "I...that was...wonderful!" Danny managed. "I love doing that. At the hospital I don't dare, but here in my home office I can do about anything I want to." She grinned. "I didn't expect..." Danny started to say. "I know. Usually I wait until after several sessions but Harold told me you were all right. Plus you are so young, and cute? I couldn't help myself." "But you are married?" Danny asked. "My husband knows all about my work, and he knows I like to so it's OK. Besides, the extra income is nice." She grinned, holding out her hand. Danny reached over into his pants pocket on the nearby chair and handed her the cash. She turned and opened a drawer, dropped in inside and closed it. Then she picked up her smock and slipped it over her head, tugging on it to adjust it into place. She reached down and did up the lower buttons. Danny was suddenly aware of being completely naked but he also was not really bashful now. Not after that. "So. Will you come back to see me?" Mrs. Sykes asked him with a grin. "Yes, I sure will." Danny told her, then she stepped up close and hugged him. As he left, he looked up to see old man Johnson pull into the parking lot. The man got out with a grin and waved. Danny waved back, watched as he knocked on her door. Then he climbed into his Chevelle and drove home. He could hardly wait until his next date with Shelly, man did he have some things to try and teach her. He was also thinking that he really did need a full time job. Therapist & the Naughty Nympho Pt. 01 I grew up watching my grandfather smoke himself into an early grave. I listened to him every day cough and wheeze, struggling to breathe his every breath. I wondered why on earth, he would keep doing something that was so dangerous to his body. I guess as a young boy, I didn't fully understand the effects and the addiction that cigarette smoking could have on him. Therefore, I didn't understand why he wouldn't just lay them down, instead of having to breathe on an oxygen machine for the remaining years of his life. However, I loved him just the same, no matter what. I urged him to quit every chance I got. I even got a license as a hypnotherapist in hopes of helping him to kick the habit. Unfortunately, it took longer to get my license than he had left. I vowed when he passed away, to do all that I could to help others in the same situation to quit smoking. That is why I have chosen to start my business as a licensed hypnotherapist, specializing exclusively in helping others to quit smoking. My only problem is that I do not have enough money just yet to rent my own office space or building. Being a newcomer in this field is taking me a little while to build my clientele. It is hard to be serious when you don't have a professional area to work in. This is why I have decided to discuss my options with my mentor, Dr. Milton Dickerson. I know he'll have some good advice for me, so I called him and invited him to lunch. When we met at the restaurant, I slowly worked my way into telling him about my plans. I told him that I really wanted to do this but wasn't sure how to get an office without the funds to rent it. I asked him if he knew of anywhere reasonably cheap that I could rent in order to get my business started. Dr. Dickerson told me that the building he was renting was originally a Dental Office. He said it had a waiting area, along with four individual rooms in it. Then he told me that his landlord had given him a really good rental price, since a dentist before him had rented it. I told Milton, "Man... you are so lucky. I wish I could run across a great deal like that. I know I could make a go at it, if I just had my own space." Milton twirled his fork on his plate for a few seconds as I went on talking about my new business ideas. Then he broke in and said, "Steve, do you really think you can help people quit smoking? I mean... Is that really, what you want to do...? There are so many other things you are qualified to handle..." I replied, "I have always wanted to help others... so why not help save their lives in the process of kicking a nasty habit." Milton grinned and said, "Well... I like your conviction for this... Tell you what, since I have four rooms, why don't you start out your business there with me. Then you can build it up and get your own place when you're ready." My heart just about jumped out of my chest. I couldn't believe my ears. Did my mentor just tell me I could start my business out of his office? Shocked I asked, "Are you sure? You won't be sorry... Thank you. Oh..., this is going to be great! How much are you going to charge me for rent?" Milton sat back in his chair as he laughed slightly at me. He said, "Don't worry about it. We're both in the business of helping other people. In fact, you would be doing me a favor... I've had several of my students use that space just until they were ready to move out on their own to something bigger and better... I can do it for you as well. I know you'll make me proud!" I shook his hand and told him "thank you" several more times, as we finished our meal. I couldn't believe how generous he was being, but I wasn't going to question him anymore. I was really looking forward to getting my name out there. So much so, that I asked him if it would be all right for me to go ahead and get things organized and ready for me to begin... starting today. So, he told me to begin whenever I wanted, "Today was just fine." After lunch, I rushed home and gathered up a few of my things that I knew I would need. Then I headed over to the office and began hanging my license certificates along with some personal photos that gave the room my personality. "This is great." I thought as I organized the desk and labeled the filing cabinet accordingly. Then I posted flyers throughout the office and distributed some around to the local businesses on my way home. Everything was falling into place for me and I was going to do my best and not let this opportunity go to waste. Over the next couple of months, my business was doing well. I successfully helped 51 people kick the habit. They had all stopped smoking with my help. It felt great to have my business up and running so well. That made me even more excited to be doing this on my own. More importantly, I was able to help people change their lives and it felt good. When I got around to telling Milton that I had helped that many people and that my success rate was 51 out of 53, he looked shocked. So I asked him, "What wrong?" He said to me, "Steve, I figured that you had only helped about 5 or 6 clients in this short amount of time, which would have been great. In addition to that, your success rate is off the charts! I had no idea it had been so many... I'm blown away! You have a talent unlike anything I've ever seen or read about!" I replied, "You're too kind." He said, "No Steve really... You're a slam-dunk... averaging 90 points a game! That's amazing... You're really gifted!" Then he became silent for a few moments and added, "Tell me Steve... You are so talented at this... why do you only help smokers? There are so many other issues you could help people overcome... It's all the same. You of all people should know that. Have you thought about expanding your area of expertise?" I looked at him thinking about what he had just said and told him, "Not really. I have my reasons, I guess." Then Milton interrupted and said, "You know what... I actually need a favor, if you will?" I just looked at him as he continued with, "My wife and I are going on vacation to Greece for a month... There is this woman I want you to help while I'm away." I asked him, "How many cigarettes does she smoke per day?" Milton replied, "None... She doesn't have a smoking problem." I replied, "I'm really sorry, but I only help those who smoke... I never told you the full story, but I do it in honor of my grandfather since he passed due to smoking for so long." I was just about to officially tell him no..., and then I realized how generous he had been by giving me the opportunity to do this without it costing me a dime right now. He allowed me the chance to build my business rent free... so how was I really going to say no to him... Without another thought I said, "Alright, I'll do it..." Milton replied, "Great... She could use someone with your talents... Linda and I are leaving early tomorrow morning and I really have to finish packing. So I'll have my assistant put her file on your desk in the morning." I asked him, "Can you tell me the nature of her problem?" Milton replied, "You see... that's just it... That's why I need your help. Ami doesn't have just one problem... She's a very special case..." Then he added, "It's best that you read her file for yourself tomorrow!" Well those statements really confused me, so I stopped asking and let him go on his way. I told myself, I would take a look at it as soon as I got it... She sounded like an intriguing person overall. The next day, I couldn't wait for Ami's file to reach my desk. Milton's words kept replaying over and over in my mind. I was excited to read it. I wanted to find out more about this "very special case." So when Milton's assistant placed it on my desk and informed me that she would be in at noon, I opened it up right away and began reading. Needless to say, it was a very interesting read. I could hardly absorb all the information that it contained. In fact, I never seen a file so thick. It was endless. As I skimmed through it, at one point I ran across a documented that stated that she was a psychological genius and part of a Secret Governmental program. Another file suggested that she was the subject of unusual psychological experimentation. I started flipping through some more, and saw an evaluation stating that Ami was, in quotes, "a nymphomaniac with an irrational inability to understand why she can't have what she wants". It wasn't clear whether they were trying to help her or just trying to figure out her out. Nevertheless, she was ordered to get the help from Dr. Milton being that he's the best there is. I noticed that it was getting close to the time she was to arrive, so I headed to the waiting area to straighten it up before her arrival. I kept thinking about all the different things that the file had to say about Ami and became very intrigued as I continued to rearrange the magazines lying on the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl walk in, appearing to be about 13 or 14 years old. I guessed that she was selling Girl Scout cookies or something without even asking. That was, until she introduced herself. "Hi... I'm Ami. You must be Dr. Steve," she said as she held out her hand to greet me. I was caught off guard. The whole time I read her file, I assumed that she was in her 30's or 40's. Not 13 years old! It hadn't crossed my mind that she would be so much younger at all. I pictured an expensively dressed, sophisticated woman from a James Bond Action Movie. As I shook her tiny hand, I asked, "Hello Ami. Yes. I'm Dr. Steve. May I ask how old you are?" She replied, "Yes... I know I look about 15... But I'm actually 18." I inserted my thoughts and said, "I was thinking more along the lines of 13." Then we both laughed gently and I told her to follow me into my office. We were walking side by side when she looked up at me and asked, "Are you worried that I'm going to try to suck your cock?" Caught off guard, I shot back without hesitation, "No... not really Ami. I take my job seriously... plus, I'm happily married." Ami replied, "Good... because all those other therapists that have tried to help me..." She paused and then continued, "...they either were praying that I would make a move on them... or they were afraid that I would rape them or mindfuck them. I could tell that they feared that I try to fuck them without their consent... Just look at me. I'm 5 foot 3 and weigh all of 90 pounds soaking wet...So why are all of their therapists so afraid of me?" Talk about getting straight to the point. I did notice that she was rather small and unlikely to overpower any man, even if he didn't try to fight with her. Then Ami added, "And as far as my file, I don't exactly agree with the nymphomaniac label... That needs to be removed. I haven't had sex in about 12 months... I've actually turned down guys including my ex during those 12 months... That file does not represent who I am at all. I just want to make that clear. It makes me out to be some kind of super girl with special brain powers... I'll say this, it's pretty hilarious though... it reads like a cheesy, low budget sci-fi movie." I couldn't help myself. I laughed as I told her that I thought the same thing as I read it. Ami said to me as she looked at a picture of my wife on my desk, "She's pretty... What's her name?" I replied, "Rachel," with a soft smile at her. Then we began talking about my wife for a while. I guess about 45 minutes had passed when I realized that the session hadn't officially started. Ami asked a lot of questions about Rachel and our relationship. I figured it would be helpful to be upfront and honest with her to establish rapport. I then said to her, as a way of getting on track, "Look Ami... I don't care about the file... It seems be a little on the extreme side to me... I actually don't do things like most psychotherapists usually do. I have my own approach. I don't see people as being broken or damaged. Whether you are tall, short, smart, sad, happy... we're all equal and on the same level. We just want to be happy. If we want to improve or go to the next level - whatever that is. We just need to realize that it's possible and then appropriately shift our perspective. If we can shift our perspective in a better way, we'll make better decisions. And if can make better decisions, more consistently, typically that's going to lead to seeing improvements. So I just need some basic information about you... Then if I feel a relaxation session is needed... we'll do that." Ami replied, "Good... That will be alright with me too. You're much different than the other therapists." I said to her, "I know you don't like the file... but tell me what do they mean by you were ordered to get help?" Although I didn't get a chance to fully look at the file, I couldn't see any apparent reasoning for this order, so I figured it was best to ask her opinion about the situation to see what she would have to say about it. Then Ami told me, "It started with a dream that I had... And I guess... Well... maybe if I tell you, you'll know why they ordered me to get help!" I replied, "Alright... You can begin when you're ready." I couldn't imagine what in the world would be in a young girl's dream, that would cause people to think she needed mental help of any kind. Ami looked at me for a few moments as if she were working up the nerve to begin. Then a smile came over her face as she began speaking... "In my dream, I was sitting in a hotel lobby when a married couple walked in and requested a room... I watched and I studied them. I watched them as they hugged cutely and kissed each other a little... Before I knew it, I had walked up to the woman and asked her if she needed a young woman to handle her man." I said, "Go on..." Ami said, "You have to understand, Doc. This is something that I wouldn't do in real life. But the woman in my dream smiled and took me by the hand and led me back to the hotel room with her and her husband. After inserting the hotel key, she let us all in and took a seat in a chair adjacent to the bed. I guess she wanted to watch. I don't know why I asked her what I did... It was just a dream that was unusually vivid and memorable." I said, "Well so far, I see nothing to be alarmed about Ami...We all have unusual dreams. Some clearer than others... Please continue..." Ami obliged and went on with, "When I saw this pretty, older woman take a seat, I began kissing her handsome husband. He was a good bit older than I, the man in my dream... Old enough to be my dad, but I was very attracted... And Doc, I was horny. In my dream it seemed like I was kissing him for about an hour. And I continued to kiss him passionately as his wife watched with a smile. I wrapped my tongue around his and bit at his lip playfully as I watched her shift in her chair. I asked the woman, "Do you want to see me fuck your husband?" When she nodded yes, I became very angry... I don't know why... I was still very hot for this man. I was going to fuck him with or without her there... There was no way she was going to stop me from fucking him! My anger turned to arousal as I kissed him down his neck right there in front of her. I wanted to do more than just kiss him..." I shifted myself in my own chair as I told her, "Please continue, Ami... Nothing sticking out requiring help just yet...but why were you angry if she said it was ok?" with a soft-spoken smile on my face. I was even more curious now, as to what this dream entailed that made Dr. Dickerson think she was unstable. Ami then added, "When I turned to see his wife, I decided to blindfold her. I wanted her to hear how good I was making her husband feel without actually being able to see it. I wanted to make her cum at the sounds of her husband fucking me... The thoughts of her hearing without seeing made me wetter than ever before, Doc... After I blindfolded her with a hotel towel, I went back to her husband, who was just as intrigued as I was. I smacked him on the face as hard as I could and told him to undress me slowly... while explaining very clearly to his wife what he was seeing, feeling and doing." Then Ami continued, "The husband began to remove my blouse as he told his wife how pretty my black lacy bra was. Then he told her that I have beautiful perky a-cup breasts with tiny dark brown nipples that were erect... I gasped as he began to suck each of my nipples gently... then more aggressively as I gasped for more air. His tongue felt so good as he swirled it over my nipples and bit them gently and I was looking at her the whole time. Doc, he just kept feeding on my little hard nipples as I reminded him to tell her everything that was happening." "Her husband told her that my skin was soft... that my breasts were soft and perky... He moaned as he sucked them even more... I told him to remove my short little skirt... and he did. In my dream I had on a little sexy red plaid skirt, Doc. He slid it down around my ankles and reached for my black lacy panties as he told his wife how round my butt was. He told her that my shaven pussy looked so inviting... I told him to touch me... and he did..." I looked at Ami with curiosity... "You said this was just a dream? Right..." Ami nodded yes and continued. "Then I said to the man in my dream, 'Daddy... tell her... tell her what you are going to do to me now... and then do it... Make her feel what you are doing to me'... So he did... he told his wife that he was going to rub my pretty little pussy until I came... Then he said to her, Listen to me as I lick her little wet pussy... listen to her moan..." "The man did, he sucked my pussy good and had me squirming as I watched his wife grab her breasts and begin fondling them as I moaned for more... I told the man to kiss my stomach and then go back to tasting my pussy... He began kissing and licking a trail to my pussy very passionately. I saw the wife reach for her blindfold and I told her to stop! I yelled at her. I wanted her to hear her husband and I... I wanted to hear her cum as her husband made me cum...Doc, if she would have taken that blindfold off, I was prepared to slap her with all of my strength. I was very angry at that moment because I wanted her to just hear the beautiful sound of her horny husband feeding on my creamy little pussy. Ami asked me, "Is that a bad thing? It was just a dream... After all, it's been a year since I had sex in real life, so I kinda thought this was normal to have a 'wet dream', Doc." I told Ami, "It's normal, close to 50% of women experience nocturnal orgasms. ... Was that the entire dream? Why was it so important that she keep the blindfold on?" I was eager to hear the rest... However, I still saw no cause for alarm... But it was very important for me to hear more just in case something alarming emerged. Ami shook her head no and continued. "Doc, there's more...After that, the older man, her husband, kissed and bit his way to my swollen pink lips as he told his wife how sexy I smelled... He told her he was sliding his arms underneath my ass as I arched my lower body up to meet his lips. He kissed my pussy very loudly as I moaned and told his wife how good it felt. I told her his breath was hot against my pussy lips... Then I moaned as he parted them with his tongue forcefully and began licking and sucking my clit feverishly." "I watched his wife squirming as she listened to us. I told her she could touch herself as her husband ate my pussy and that she better not remove the towel. So she slid her hands into her panties, with the blindfold blocking her vision and began caressing her pussy to the sounds of mine being sucked passionately." "I told her husband to finger me... So he told his wife to also slide a finger into her pussy as he slowly worked his index finger into me and began sliding it in and out of me as he told her how good my pussy tasted... It was like I was really feeling it, Doc. He told her how wet I was as I rocked back and forth on his finger faster and faster, moaning and gasping for air, as he drove it into me deeper and deeper." Therapist & the Naughty Nympho Pt. 01 "I told his wife how good her husband was at eating my pussy... I told her how wonderful his tongue felt, as it danced back and forth from my clit to my pussy... I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace and thrust another finger deep inside me... I saw her as she squirmed to the sounds of my pussy being fingered repeatedly." "Then it was time... I told her that her husband was going to fuck me now as I reached and pulled him up firmly by his hair... Doc, he was old enough to my Daddy and I was grabbing him by his hair with all of my might. Tell her, I demanded... And he did... He told her that he was going to put his cock into my tight pussy right then... I begged him to do it now, as he slowly worked his throbbing hard cock into my tight pussy... I heard her gasp loudly... as she heard me moan with his rock hard cock sliding in and out of me... I told him faster..., tell her how good it feels, I said..." "Her husband said to her, "Honey... her pussy is so incredibly tight. I'm going to fuck her so hard until she cums all over me... He told her to listen to me moaning... as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy... It felt so good that I told his wife to cum with us... I told her to finger herself faster and faster... I wanted to hear her cum with us..." "Doc, I remember every second of this dream and every little detail. I grabbed hold of her husband's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of me over and over... It felt like heaven. I was so horny. It felt so good having him fuck me at the perfect pace, Doc... as I rocked my hips up into him, grinding him deeper into me than before... I moaned louder as he told his wife that he was very close to cummin inside me... And when he did, I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded himself deep into my pussy and I fingered my clit... exploding all around his spewing cock..." "Doc, we were endlessly cummin at the same time and the both of us watched his blindfolded wife as he told her how hot my pussy was and how great it felt as I was clamping down on his hard cock with each convulsion... He could barely get the words out. I saw the look on her face as she heard our bodies cummin at the same time... Doc, this sent her over the edge! She gasped and moaned loudly as she too came violently shortly after us... fingering her pussy rapidly... She looked so beautiful with that huge towel over her eyes as she collapsed in the chair blushing and breathing as heavily as we were... Her husband held me very tightly...looked me deeply in the eyes as he finished his load deep into my hot pussy..." "After several minutes, we all got dressed and I kissed each one goodbye..." "Well doc... That's it," Ami said as she leaned forward in her chair... "What do you think that dream means, Doc?" Before I answered, I thought to myself, "Wow!" But I still had no idea just what it had to do with Ami needing my help. I had no idea why they ordered her to get help because of that dream. It appeared to me, that it was just a normal fantasy type desire manifesting itself into a dream. An intelligent young woman with a healthy mind typically will have vivid movie-like dreams. So I replied, "It could mean a lot of things." Ami said quickly, "Exactly..." Then she asked me, "Have you ever done something in your dream... or ever been motivated to do something in a dream that you would never do in real life?" I answered, "Yes... I have." Ami shot back even quicker, "Exactly... I mentor young girls after school... I get good grades... I don't do drugs... Yet I have been ordered to get help because I'm an evil nymphomaniac with daddy issues, who doesn't take no for an answer!" Then Ami laughed and said sarcastically, "By the way... what nympho do you know that goes 3 months without having sex... all the while turning down her sexy ex?boyfriend several times... even though it's been a really long time..." Then she stated, "A nympho that turns down sex?... Go figure..." Ami then looked at her watch and said, "I have to go... time flies... It's been refreshing to have you as my doctor... You do seem different. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the same time... Who would have thought that after nine hypnotherapists..., I would finally be able to work with someone who doesn't judge me based on a stupid ass file...?"