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Chris Dunn Ch. 01

By: Ginopikken



 Part 1: Where are thine accusers?

James stood at the door and argued again with himself whether to go through with the appointment. The placard read Christine Dunn, MS. He was in the right place and on time. It was the third time he had made the appointment. Calling twice before with excuses, he had cancelled. It was fear and self-loathing that caused him to repent of making the appointment. It always was the fear that complicated things.

Chris Dunn knew that it took several rounds of appointment and cancellation before her clients actually showed up. Then it was often a long time before they could actually confess to her what it was they needed from her. It was always the same need: to be forgiven. Forgiven of their sexual desires.

She had been hired for just such a job. An enlightened congregation created The Family Life Center and had established a counseling clinic. The staff consisted of four marriage and family therapists, a psychologist, two mental health counselors and her—a sex therapist. The sexual issues that appeared in their sessions hampered the work of the staff. Without proper training, the staff was unable to move people along in their therapy. So, the staff prevailed upon the board to create Chris's position. An affair between a male therapist and one of the clients convinced the board that if they were going to continue to operate the Center, they had to be able to deal with sexual issues effectively.

There was no application process because the Center did not want to arouse concerns in the congregation. If you announce that you are doing sex therapy, it will bring out so much resistance that the entire operation would be threatened. Dr. Allen Beal, a former member of the Center's board, recommended Chris Dunn. She had been his research assistant and received his unqualified endorsement. After a brief interview with the staff, she was hired. In the four years that she had practiced, everyone knew they had made the right decision. Her skills were excellent. She displayed the right amount of decorum and self-effacing humor, and she was a deeply spiritual person. Her work was a ministry, she often said. Although she was not a minister, per se, she had the ability to confront deep spiritual issues. With her, the clients could confess their brokenness and, in so doing, receive forgiveness.

Hesitantly, James tapped on the door. He heard her say to come in. He pushed the door open and saw her sitting at her desk in front of a large window. The light coming in the window poured around her like a halo. The angelic presence greeted him with a tender smile. 

"Hello, James. I am so glad you were able to make it today. I have been eager to meet you," she said as she stood to greet him. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed a kind face and her blue eyes shone with sincerity. Already his heart rate had slowed and he was able to breathe freer.

He stepped into the room and crossed to the desk. She held out a hand pointing to a chair in front of her. She was pretty, he thought, but more beautiful than pretty. It did not make sense to him even as the thought rose in his mind. Pretty meant striking, a real looker. She seemed more. There was an attractive wholesomeness to her that made her physical beauty more intense. She had lovely skin and a radiant smile. Her cotton blouse was unbuttoned enough for him to see a slight cleavage. His eyes fell to examine her breasts and he was please to see that they were full. Her nipples were slightly visible and she made neither a move to cover them nor to thrust them forward. Her bra must have been of a light material, he wondered; not one of those foam armors that women often wear to improve their figure. She was just comfortable in her own skin and allowed her nipples to react as they may without the need to attract or deflect attention.

Seeing her nipples through the cloth caused James's cock to stir. He could feel the blood empty out of this chest and arms and a weakness between his shoulders. It always preceded an erection.

He took the chair and crossed his legs both to hide his erection and to provide some more stimulation to it. Squeezing his balls between his crossed legs made the feeling of arousal last longer. 

Chris sat back down at her desk and waited for him to speak. She stared into his eyes in an inviting, undemanding way. "She's so pretty," he thought, "so gentle. I could just look at her all day." He was relaxing into the chair. His cock felt a sustained low-level arousal. They sat there looking at one another for several minutes without saying a word. Chris knew she had to help him relax if she was going to find out what was bothering him. 

Finally, he took a very deep breath and blew it out. "Well, I guess you need to know why I came here today." She nodded slowly. "Well, I have been meaning to talk to someone for a long time and finally got up enough courage. I kind of thought I'd be talking to a guy, so this is a little weird. You'll tell me if I make you uncomfortable or anything, right? I mean I have a pretty bad problem and I don't want to scare you."

"I can't imagine what you could say that would scare me. If you have committed some kind of crime, I will have to tell the authorities. There is rarely something that either surprises or scares me when people come here to try and work things out. Because I am a human, I can contemplate myself doing anything that any other human might contemplate doing." She smiled inwardly recalling Dostoevsky's idea. 

He felt more invited to reveal himself. "No, I haven't broken the law. I haven't like done anything to kids or anything if that is what you mean. That isn't what I am worried about. I have done some things that I could get caught at in public that might get me into trouble, but not very often." He looked at her fearfully checking for any minute sign of rejection. He saw only the light of her eyes and calm of her cheek.

She leaped to a hypothesis because she had heard this introduction many times before. He was a masturbator: A nice-looking, steady sort of guy, mid-30s, probably married and still jerking off. His wife had likely found his DVDs and magazines and thrown a fit. Now he has to hide it. And it sounds like he has jerked off in public places as well. That is the part about being caught. 

"So, you came here because you are worried that somehow you are weird or abnormal and are hoping to get some relief from your worries." She wanted to see if she could speed up the process because she only had 50 minutes to get things moving. He flinched at her directness, but pressed on.

"Yes, ma'am. I need to know how to stop something. Or at least control it." 

"Can you tell me what it is you would like to stop or to control? That would help me figure out how to help you." She looked again at him with that angelic look and leaned in to convey her interest.

He looked down and uncrossed him legs. He leaned forward so as not to look at her and then very softly said, "I, umm. I, ah...masturbate." A load fell from him. He had said it. He had confessed it instead of hiding it. It was not enough.

"I am so sorry. I didn't hear what you said. Could you tell me again, please?" Chris needed him to do it again so that he could look at her and say directly what it was he did.

It was excruciating to have to say it again. "I said, 'I masturbate', at times."

"I am sorry to have to do this to you again. I know that you are having a little trouble, but could you tell me again what the problem is. Perhaps if you look up at me, it will help me to hear you." 

His eyes were moist and he looked at her defiantly. His voice rose and was thick. "I said, 'I masturbate.' I jerk off. I hand-fuck. I play with myself. There! Did you hear me that time?"

"Oh, is that all we're talking about? All men masturbate until they die. Women too. It's one of the joys of life. It's a blessing. Imagine what life would be like if we couldn't have an orgasm whenever we needed or wanted one." She smiled at him. She was not conceding any self-pity or anger directed at her. She was going to handle this problem with him, right there, right then.

He was shocked. It had the effect she wanted. They could move on to a more direct handling of the case. 

"I have read that men masturbate, but I thought it was like something we'd outgrow,' He said, puzzled

"It would be like trying to outgrow your own cock, James. Can't very well do that, now can we?" She began to slip more direct language into the conversation so that he would do the same. "What, I suspect, you want is to be able to masturbate without fear. You want to be able to jerk off when you want and to know that it is okay. It's having to hide and to sneak around that is the problem. The question is, "'Do you want to get over this problem or not?'"

"Well, yes, that is why I am here, isn't it?" He was getting angry again.

"James, you need to trust me on this one. I am an expert. Your getting angry is a sign that you still feel shame. We need to eliminate that shame. I can help you with that today. Right now. But you have to trust me to do that. You have to do everything I tell you to do without exception. Will you do that?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I guess..."

"Nope. Not good enough. You have to do what I tell you without exception." The angel that had greeted him had now become a tyrant. James's head was spinning as he tried to imagine what might happen next. 

"Okay. Okay. I will do whatever you tell me. I want to get over this problem."

"Great. I was hoping you would say that." Her voice turned tender again. She resumed that kindly, beautiful persona she had. "Then, I need you to masturbate for me. I need you to show me how you jerk off."

James' head snapped upward and his neck ached. What?! "Now, I am the one who needs to hear that again. What did you say?"

"You heard me perfectly well. Either, you can pull your cock out and start jerking off, or your can leave. Your choice." And she smiled that gentle smile again. 

He widened his eyes and shook his head at the ultimatum. And he complied. He began to unbuckle his belt. Chris reinforced him by nodding. "I know this is awkward, but it is the right thing to do. You can do it. I know you can."

"I am going to need something..."

"I have already thought of that," she said. She reached into her desk drawer and retrieved three magazines, a container of lubricant and a towel. "Will these help?" With that she stood and walked around to the front of her desk handing him the magazines and lube. "Show me how you do this at home. Do you take off all your clothes or just pull your cock out through the zipper?"

"I do it lots of ways. Mostly I like to take my clothes off. Should I do that here?"

"Yes. It's okay. You can fold them and put them on the desk. Let me watch you undress. I give you permission to enjoy masturbating," she encouraged.

"Well, why don't you join me? If I am going to get down, so should you." He was immediately aware that he was angry again. 

Without a moment's pause, she rejoined, "James, you come here to be forgiven of sins, not to commit them. Now, let's see that pocket monster of yours." Her words stimulated him. But she made no unprofessional moves, nothing that would be considered unethical or immoral. He was her client. His needs mattered. She would not take advantage of him in any way. 

He took off his shirt and jeans. Then bent over to take his boxers off. There was a spot on the front where his cock had leaked a small amount of pre-cum. He stood askew of her, not wanting to show himself fully. From that angle, Chris could see an impressive, half-firm cock. It drooped slightly a third back from the crown. She liked looking at men's cocks in this state of arousal. They were vulnerable at this state. She encouraged him, wanting to help get hard and able to cum.

"James, in my professional opinion, that is a very nice cock you have there. Is it about eight inches? I notice that you do not shave, but it appears you are trimming yourself regularly. You must like how your cock looks to take care of it so well. I can see that it is filling with blood as I look at it. That is very nice."

"Do you really think so? Is it a nice cock? I always have worried. Guys are forever thinking they have to have a really big cock. So, it's a nice one, you think?" He was so innocent in his questions. When you are naked, you cannot hide anything. That was part of the therapy, to be naked with someone so you can know the truth.

I was indeed a beauty. The clean head was sharply defined. The rim around the top stood proud, sloping away from the slit in the end, a smooth ring of flesh, firm with pressure, but soft and pliable to the touch. He used his entire hand to encircle it, folding his thumb down. Some men, Chris knew from experience, grab their penises back-handed and pull it away from themselves. Others tip their little finger up as is they are holding a delicate tea-cup. Each grip revealed something important about the way the man perceived his manhood. James held his cock full-staff like he was holding a flag. He was waving his sexual flag, saluting her as she watched him.

"Yes, James, it is a lovely cock. Now, let me see how you make love to it. Do you need some lube or a magazine to look at?"

"Well, no. Actually, just having you here talking to me is pretty exciting. I think I can do this on my own. I'll let you know. Are you going to watch me the whole way?"

"That is the plan. I need to know it all if I am going to make any suggestions. Show me what you like to do. Hold it for me."

James held his cock at its base, cupping his balls in his hands. His cock stood vertically and he was proud. The office was cool, but the sunshine falling on his cock warmed it. He was happy just to sit in the sunshine holding his cock. "I like this feeling, just sitting here looking outside. I like to jerk-off outside. I like to be naked outdoors and feel my cock get hard then soften and then get hard again. This feels nice." 

"That's wonderful, James. Just relax. See? Nothing bad is happening to you. Here you are with a nice hard-on just enjoying the feeling. It's really a beautiful thing, isn't it? I like watching it too. You have a lovely penis. It is a real piece of art. Stroke it for me. Let me see how you stroke yourself."

How odd, James thought. He had never had a woman talk so kindly to him about his cock. If he was naked with a woman, it was all hot and bothered with him trying to fuck her. This was so nice. He looked at her. Her eyes were so kind. Her lips were so sweet. He had a fleeting thought of putting his cock between her lips, but it was not right, somehow. It was better to look at her as a thing of beauty rather than as a means of gratification. 

"I was just thinking. Is it okay to just look at you? You are very pretty and I am so relaxed. Do you mind if I just stroke myself as we talk?"

"Perfectly fine with me. Tell me what you are thinking," she said

"Well, I like it that you are looking at my cock. That is exciting. It's sort of a fantasy to have a woman watch me masturbate. It's always in the back of my mind when I jerk off outdoors. So, I want to make this last and I want to show off my cock to you."

"Go on. Keep stroking it and telling me what is on your mind." She had done this so long, she was able to "hold" her clients without losing control herself. She could hold their arousal and keep her own sexual feelings at bay. She got wet still; she was getting wet now. But she did not need to satisfy her own itch. She just let her body do what it needed to do and she concentrated on helping her clients. It's why she let her nipples show through her clothing rather than trying to hide them. In fact, her nipples were hard now watching this man pleasure himself.

"Well, I like your nipples. I mean I like your breasts, but your nipples are hard and it makes me think you like what you are seeing." He caught himself, not wanting to say something inappropriate again. "I mean..."

She interrupted. "I know. I can't help it. I am a human too. But let's get back to you. You like to look at me. Can you look at my eyes and jerk off? Let's see if you can cum for me."

He needed little more encouragement. His hand quickened its pace on his shaft. The head was getting deep red. Veins began to enlarge on the sides of his cock. His back curved slightly in the chair. With his left hand he cupped his balls, squeezing them.

A large drop of pre-cum seemed out the slit in the end of his cock. Chris watched, fascinated by the way the sun illuminated the clear fluid. It began a slow-motion slide down the grooved cleft of his cockhead. James took his left forefinger and wiped the crystal drop away and held it up for a moment. Chris's eyes followed and her mouth open slightly. James then brought the finger to his mouth and tasted himself. As his lips closed around his finger, Chris's own lips unconsciously formed an O and closed.

"You like the taste your pre-cum, don't you?"

"Mmmhmmm." His breathing was deepening and his eyes, half-lidded, continued to look at her breasts. 

"Do you ever taste your own cum?"

"Mmmhhmmmm... Sometimes." He breathed harder. Exhaling through his nose. He was getting closer. His left hand grabbed his ball sac and squeezed. His right pumped harder, but no faster. The head of his cock was purple. 

"I'll bet you like to shoot a lot of hot cum and then lick it off, don't you? I hope you do that for me, James."

He shifted slightly and groaned lowly.

"Oh, James, I can see the signs. You are breathing harder. Your cock head is hot and full of blood and your balls are tightening. Come for me James. Come for me. It's okay. Show me how much you like jerking that lovely penis. Make it shoot a lot of cum for me."

He erupted with a groan. He eyes squinted at the effort. Semen shot straight in the air in a solid stream. It crested and began to fall heavily back to earth when another shot erupted from the end of his cock. The first spasm's load landed with a smack on his stomach as the second reached the end of its arc and began to fall. 

White floods of cum flew out of his cock and splattered on him. They shone in the sunshine like lightning bolts and seared his skin when they landed. He directed his cock so that the semen would land higher on his chest. A volley hit his left nipple and another just below, above his rib-line. 

He opened his eyes to see Chris's reaction. Her own eyes were wide with wonder. He was still coming for her, but the flow had subsided. Knowing he had her full attention he squeezed his ass cheeks and forced the final squirt hard. It soared out of him and sailed up. It was a thick shot of come and it skidded forward as it landed on his chest. Chris watched the entire curve of its flight and stared at it as it came to rest. He licked his hand, tasting his semen. As he did, he stared at Chris. She smiled and nodded her approval.

His semen lay on him in a broken white wreath. He liked seeing how much sperm he was able to produce. It made him feel proud. His breathing relaxed. He shook his head to clear his thinking. He looked again at Chris and she was holding his gaze, smiling. Some of the semen had begun to thin and started a slow trickle down his side. Chris instinctively reached for the towel. She had to rise from the chair next to him and as she did, Chris felt the air cool the damp spot on his panties. She handed the towel to James and stood over him inspecting the results. She didn't say anything, just watched patiently, kindly, lovingly.

As his penis deflated, James became self-conscious again. He took the towel and covered himself quickly, not wiping the now clear semen running down from him. Chris reached for the towel and pulled it away from his groin and began to dry him. "It's okay, James. You are still beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay. And your penis is still lovely. It worked beautifully and I am so happy I was the one who got to watch. You can get dressed again and I will watch."


Chris Dunn Ch. 01



James slowly got up and continued to dry himself. He walked over and started to dress as Chris watched him. He pulled his boxers up and she noticed he dressed right, tucking his cock to the side, carefully putting it away for later use. When he was completed, he stood quietly awaiting the next command. Chris had written something on a piece of paper, folded it and handed it to him. He opened it.

Jesus said, "Where are thy accusers? She answered him and said, "They are not here." 

"Neither do I accuse you. Go and sin no more."

She took his hand in both of hers. Their warmth penetrated him and he looked in her eyes. "You are not broken. You are not bad. You are a wonderful man with a lovely cock and a strong sexual urge. Freely make love to yourself and be proud of who you are. Your spirit will do the rest. If you need to come back here to see me, you will know. I will be here to help you, James. Go in peace."

He left the office and got into his car. He felt lighter, unburdened. He knew the truth and it had set him free.



Chris Dunn Ch. 02



2: Confessional

Christine Dunn, MS was employed as a sex therapist at the congregation's Family Life Center. She took cases that the other staff could not deal with effectively. Her deep spirituality and her excellent clinical skills combined to help the parishoners work their way through whatever sexual problems they experienced. 

She maintained the highest ethical standards and had gained enough clinical stamina to avoid the entanglements that come with doing sex therapy. It was not that she was unaffected, just that she had found a way to hold her client's pain without it staining her own psyche. In fact, she had found a way to discharge her pent-up emotions and restore her own spirit. 

Chris was single and, honestly, bi-sexual. She understood sexual attraction as a matter of proximity, action, and desire. That knowledge allowed her to explore her feelings. She was not in a committed relationship at the time and thus needed to work out her sexual energy alone. Or nearly so.

One of her clients confided to her that the manager of the Hilton Hotel downtown maintained a Glory Hole operation. Her client had often wanted to experience a Glory Hole as a way to have oral sex with another man, yet not have to go through the emotional involvement. He did not want to make love to a man or to kiss him. He was not gay, he proclaimed. He only wanted to feel another man's cock and to suck him off. As they worked together, Chris got the client to explain more about the Glory Hole operation. Together, they concluded it would be safe enough for him to try it.

After several sessions her client felt satisfied that his need to take a man orally had been satisfied and he did not feel the need to return either to her office or to the Hilton. Chris had learned enough by now that she felt the need to investigate it herself. She explained it to herself as professional curiosity. He supervisor, Alan Beal, PhD knew that some of the inquisitiveness was driven by Chris's own sexual urges. The fleeting encounter, he explained to her, was as powerful for her as it was to her client. 

"You'll know whether it is a good thing for you or not. Just be sure to go only as far as you want to go. There is no pressure to do anything you don't want to do freely," he counseled. It was the identical advice Chris had given to her client. With her supervisor's encouragement, she decided to check it out. 

It was a Thursday night and James, her last client had just left. He had masturbated in front of her and the sight of that magnificent cock and the semen he shot all over himself had demanded a lot of concentration. She needed to relieve herself of the sexual arousal that session had caused. 

She drove to the Hilton and went to the bar. She ordered a cosmopolitan and relaxed. Several guests were in the bar watching the news and paid her no attention. After her second drink, Chris decided it was time to check out the Glory Hole. She left the bar and went through the lobby and found the private restroom at the end of the hallway. The concierge nodded as she passed. She looked familiar, but Chris could not place her. Chris smiled and said, "Yes, thank you." That was the signal she wanted some action. 

The restroom seemed to be the one that conference guests would use, being away from the rest of the hotel activity. As she stepped in, Chris noticed it was a large, well-decorated room. The plumbing seemed to secondary to the décor as if the room was really a place meant to house other activity. Indeed, it was intended for more than personal hygiene. Chris sat on the toilet seat and unbuttoned her blouse. She took her stockings off and hung them from the rail. Her skirt came off next and then her panties. The pungent aroma of her arousal during her last session wafted to her nose. A grin crept across her face. She folded a terry towel and sat on in as she opened her blouse and unsnapped her bra. 

The drinks must have been strong ones, because she felt no compunction about getting undressed and getting ready for whatever might follow. She was locked in a room by herself and felt safe enough. "So, where is this hole?" she wondered. After a little exploration, she found it at the right height behind a framed mirror. She took the mirror off the wall and set it down. The room on the other side of the wall was dark.

Chris sat back on the toilet, spread her legs, and began touching herself. She was moist already and that gave her a kind of relief. She was carrying so much of her clients' sexual energy that she needed to release it soon. Getting wet meant that she could bring herself off even if no one showed up on the other side of the wall. With the lights on in her room, she was clearly visible to anyone who happened to look through the six-inch hole. 

A click sounded in the next room and lightning-like a lamp lit up. She could see a man briefly and then the light went out. Chris fingered herself lightly, swirling around her swelling clit. If the man wanted a show, she was giving it. With her right hand, she pulled her tit and pinched her nipple. She pulled on the other tit and both nipples stood hard and firm. Her reddened areolas shrank as the skin formed a lengthening nipple. She lifted each full breast and flicked her tongue at the nipple. Her nipples were firm and thick. Then she circled the nipples and gently sucked on them in turn. The whole time she worked her clit in delicious rhythm. Her juices began to flow in earnest now and Chris dipped her fingers into her pussy. 

It was hot and wet in her pussy and she worked her fingers in and out slowly but forcefully. She wanted the watcher to become aroused knowing that she was giving him all she could. Her body responded to the unfolding scene, but her mind did wandered. She began thinking of her clients that week. How many of them were sad and lonely? As she sat there fingering herself, it aroused not feeling of passion, but feelings of compassion. Not lust but love. Even the man in the other room, for whom she was performing, was benefitting from her ability to put others ahead of herself. She accumulated the sexual pain that others carried and gave herself up as a sacrifice for them. With her orgasm, all the energy she stored in herself would be released and the pain would be expiated.

A tear formed at the corner of her eye and she let out a deep exhale forcing some of the tension from her body. She stared at the hole. Was someone actually watching her as she watched her clients? Was he getting turned on? She hoped so. Soon more tears began to fall on her cheek and splash on her breasts. She lifted them to see if she could lick the tears away. All the while she thrust her fingers, now three of them, into her sopping pussy. Whether or not someone was going to join her in the action through that Glory Hole, Chris was feeling the urging need to cum. She felt the pain building in her. 

As she stared at the hole, she saw a cock wave in front of it. Light from her room illuminated the first several inches of the room next door. A man was walking toward the hole. His cock was hard. He had been watching her and it gave him a raging erection. Chris watched as the cock came closer, just outside the hole, it lingered. Then slowly the man's clean cockhead appeared through the opening. Then followed seven more inches of firm, pulsing man-meat.

The cock was thick with striking veins along the sides. The last third of it arced slightly upward. It was a good cock for fucking because with each thrust, it would rub against a woman's G-spot. Even as she watched the beauty of that gleaming cock, Chris's clinical training kicked in. She knew a good cock when she saw one. And this one was a lovely, perfect, beautiful penis. The man stood against the wall with his cock sticking through the wall. He waited. Occasionally he made it bounced up and down. He was signaling to her.

Chris leaned forward and examined it. She could smell the cleanness and his cologne faintly seeped toward her. The man had shaved recently and the cock was smooth. The light from her room lit his balls and she saw they, too, were smooth. He cared about his equipment and took care of it. Chris liked that about the man. 

She leaned in farther and held her cheek a fraction of an inch from the smooth corona of his cock. She could see it pulse with each heartbeat. She felt its heat on her cheek. She let the cock head graze her soft cheek. The man sighed on the other side of the wall. She let the cock run over face, the weight of it pressing on her eyelids, its heat searing her flesh. She rubbed her face all over the cock, her tear-stained cheek being rubbed by this model of firmest manhood. She felt more tears well up and fall from her eyes on to his cock, bathing it. Then she reached for it and held it in her hand, directing it all over her face soaking it with her tears. 

She turned her face slightly and felt the length of his straining penis slide along her cheek. The head caressed her chin; the shaft, she supported by both her soft hands. Her face rested against his cock and she smiled briefly and then began to sob. Holding the man's penis against her face, she sobbed with great silent wails of sadness. He could feel her heaving. The warm tears and smooth skin were pleasant and her heaving made him think she was giving him a facial. 

With the head of his cock by her chin, Chris instinctively opened her mouth. She moved her lips up along the shaft as if it were a harmonica. She was crying freely and licking her tears from his cock. She lwashed him with her tongue and licked up all the wetness along his shining tube. The feeling of his wet cock painting her face opened a torrent of emotion in her. All the week's events came pouring out of her.

She pulled back to look at the cock in her hand and uttered a prayer. "Thank you for this magnificent cock. I have needed to feel such closeness for so long. Thank you." Then she took the offered meal into her mouth. She felt the crown of his cock slide past her lips and graze the top of her mouth. The long tube of his urethra glided over her tongue. Its warmth filled her. She pulled on him trying to get to his balls. He stepped closer and she pulled his sack through the hole. With his cock in her hungry mouth and his balls cupped in her hands, she was complete.

On her knees, her naked body leaned into the wall. She pulled the cock farther into her mouth. She tried to take him all the way, but she coughed. The frustration angered her and she cried harder still. She tried again, and again she gagged. She remembered that she had to relax if she was going to deep throat this cock. So, she pulled away and let the cock come out. She looked at it lovingly and closed her eyes. She put her hands behind her back and slowly opened her mouth to take him. He slid in again and pushed past the back of her mouth. Her forehead bumped the wall. She was a penitent, posed in reverence, defenseless, and impaled on a magnificent rod of salvation.

She meditated on what this must look like. She wanted to have a photo of it to help her remember the way it made her feel. She bobbed her head several times letting the man know he was deep in her. Then she rested against the wall, mouth stretched wide with a cock thrust deep inside. "Thank you," was a constant refrain in her mind.

She brought one hand around and rubbed her clit. With the other, she lightly touched her anus. The whole of her sexual region was flooded with her juices. She concentrated on bringing herself off, now. She pressed harder on her anus and maddened her work on her clit. As she neared her crest, she dug a finger into her ass and mashed her other hand into wet box. The wave rose through her spine, over the top of her head and along her cheeks. She could not scream because of the cock still in her mouth. She sucked on him and wracked her head back and forward. Then her nipples tingled as the orgasm began to pour over her. She shook uncontrollably. Her head bumped against the wall and the man tried to pump his cock so he could release his load.

Chris hung on the man's cock as she tried to regain herself. She put her hand against the wall to steady herself. Then she slowly removed herself from his cock. As the head came out it made a pop and she heard herself say, "Sorry." She knew she had been sucking and biting on him very hard. She kissed his cock head gently and licked all around it trying to soothe whatever pain she may have caused him. 

It was time to rescue the man from his own pain. She licked and sucked lightly on his cock. Then she came closer and placed it between her breasts. He began to pump again. She would, at times, lean down and let him pump his cock into her mouth. She loved the feeling of her nipples being rubbed by a firm cock and loved how it felt after it pierced her waiting lips. 

The man was getting intense in his movements. He strained to come through the wall and penetrate her. She continued to lick him and ride him on her breasts. His balls began to contract and Chris knew he was about ejaculate. She directed his cock and her waiting mouth and he shot the first load right in. Chris lapped at it and opened again in time for the second sound. A third flew across the few inches and landed on her chin. She pointed his cock lower and let him come on her tits. She covered each one with his semen and rose slightly so she might anoint her nipples with his cock-seed. 

He shuttered and spat the last drops of semen. As it fell, Chris caught it with her hand and rubbed in on her forehead. Then she rubbed the wetness of his spend all over herself. The metallic smell was like incense to her. She wanted to bathe in semen and be washed clean of all the sadness and frustration her clients had laid on her. She was their scapegoat, bearing the weight of all their sins. She went alone into the wilderness and allowed herself to be pierced by this man's sword. 

It was an act of contrition. This room was her confessional. She had brought deep pain into the room and now left it there. She was whole again.

The man withdrew his cock and leaned down to speak to her. He could see her face, wet with his come and her tears. "Thank you." She sat back on her ankles and peered in the room. He was getting dressed. She only say him briefly as the light in the hallway lit him as he left. 

Chris took her time getting washed and dressed. She was wobbly as she walked down the hall. When Chris passed the desk, the concierge licked her lips and smiled. Chris smiled back and stepped into the evening.



Chris Dunn Ch. 03



Chris Dunn needed a break from the exhausting work of being a therapist. She was good at handling the weight of the sexual problems her clients brought to her, but needed to get away from time to time in order to keep herself centered. This time, Chris called Eve, her sister, and invited herself up to the farm for a long weekend. Eve was a professional photographer and had turned part of an outbuilding into a studio. Chris was proud of her kid sister and liked to see her developing sense of the erotic. She also liked to see her nephew Paul, a healthy, handsome college boy.

The two-hour drive went by fast enough and Chris pulled into the driveway around 4:00 in the afternoon. Eve had a location shoot and told her they would eat in town around 7PM. That gave Chris time to unpack and to relax. She wandered out to the studio building and as she passed the barn heard what sounded like people talking. She thought Paul might be there with a friend, so she opened the door and walked in. 

"Paul? Hello, anyone here?" No answer, but she thought she heard someone in the loft. She climbed the ladder and smelled the sweet smell of hay. It was her nephew's voice; maybe he was just talking to himself. 

When her head cleared the last step, she had a view of the entire loft. At the end, turned sideways was Paul, her nephew. He had his pants down around his ankles and was jerking himself off. His eyes were fixed on a magazine resting on a hale bay. The light from the window poured in on the scene. It was like one of those familiar farm scenes illuminated in golden hues. Except the farmer was in the act of a different kind of seed-planting. 

"Paul?" she asked again, though admittedly much quieter. She did not want to surprise and embarrass him, but at the same time she did not want to intrude. Except, she could not take her eyes off the scene. She climbed the rest of the way into the loft and found a place to sit and watch. She was in full view if he turned, but he was too focused on the woman in the magazine to do notice Chris.

Chris leaned into the hay and relaxed. Her breathing calmed and she felt peacefulness descend on her. Paul was enjoying himself taking long strokes of his cock and holding his balls with his other hand. Occasionally, he would take a finger and wipe the pre-cum from his cock and lift it to his mouth. Chris licked her lips imagining the sweetness he was tasting.

As she watched, her own desires stirred. She felt wet between her legs and pulled her cotton shorts to the side so she could massage her pussy. She smiled at Paul as he stroked his cock wondering if he knew what he was doing for her. His enjoyment became hers. 

He had a beautiful cock. It was long and thick and its crown was blushing purple in the available light. He shaved himself so she could see every vein in his cock and texture of his balls. They hung very low when he released them. When he pumped harder, his balls slapped against his leg.

Chris worked the material of her panties against her clit until she felt the need for more direct action. Her lips were engorged and she was flowing with dew. Spreading her legs farther, she dipped a finger inside herself as far as she could. Pulling it out, she imitated Paul by tasting her own pre-cum fluids. She smelled strong from a day at work and a long car drive. The aroma of fresh hay mixed with her own aroma giving the air a fertile mellowness. 

Mutual masturbation, she knew, often brought couples together. She liked the idea that she and her favorite nephew were masturbating together, but she knew as well, that she was close to a very dangerous line. Still the powerful scene held her and she could not break away. She was getting close to that inevitable build up to a nice, fun orgasm.

Perhaps it was a sigh that escaped her lips or a momentary sensation that someone was there: Paul looked over at his aunt and smiled. Then it flashed that someone was there and he was filled with horror at being caught. "Aunt Chris!"

Chris snapped out of her reverie and stared wide-eyed at her nephew. She struggled to her feet and lurched over to him. "It's okay, Paul. It's okay. I was just enjoying watching you. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. I am so sorry that I interrupted. I called, but you did not hear me. It's my fault. Please go back to what you were doing."

She was serious about her instruction, but it did not register with Paul. His erection was fading and he was trying to cover himself. Chris reached her hand out and took hold of his cock, encircling it in her soft fingers. She felt its warmth and weight. That his aunt now had his cock in her hand staggered Paul as much as the surprise of seeing her. She began to stroke him gently and spoke reassuring words to him. One hand was one his shoulder, the other on his cock.

"Paul, I know what you were doing and it was lovely. You are so beautiful and strong. Look at that photograph. The woman posing knows you are masturbating and wants you to find her attractive. She's awfully pretty, don't you think?" She looked down at the magazine and his eyes followed. She tugged his penis in emphasis.

He nodded. 

"Then why don't you show her how pretty she is. Let me watch you stroke your nice, big cock and cum on her. Show us both how pretty she is." She took his hand and replaced hers. Then she scooted his hips into the place they were before. "There. Just imagine us both watching you."

He was still dazed enough to do as instructed. Chris kept talking to him so that he would start masturbating again. Her encouragement worked and soon Paul was working his manhood like before. She was an expert at that sort of thing after all. 

"That's right, Paul, stroke that beautiful cock. Oh, look at how hard you are now. It's so hot looking. That big drop of liquid at the end must be very sweet. Why don't you lick it off for me?"

Paul dipped his finger in the pre-cum and raised it to his mouth. He watched Chris as he licked it. She smiled at him. He turned his head to look at the magazine picture and stole a glance at his aunt. she was watching him! He stroked his cock more slowly and let her take in the full view. He wanted to look at her instead of the magazine, but was not that confident in himself. Instead, he imagined what his aunt would look like naked. He superimposed her face on the model's picture and continued to jerk off to that idea. Paul was getting close.

His balls were tightening."Yes, Paul. You're going to cum now. I can see your balls getting ready. Your cock is getting harder. Oh, look, honey...here it comes!"

He shot a hot white load of semen three feet in the air. It landed with an audible splat on the magazine. He bucked his hips and forced more cum out. Hot splashes landed in front of them both. Chris held her hand out inviting him to cum on it. He squeezed two ejaculations onto her hand. As the force of his orgasm waned, he leaned back against the hay bales. He was exhausted. He still held his cock in his hand and gasped for air. 

His cock dripped with the remains of his ball-load. He stood looking at his aunt. "That was awesome."

She replied, sweetly. "I think so too. I am so sorry I surprised you. I just thought it was sweet to see you having such a nice time I didn't want to leave. And then it was too late to move. So, I just enjoyed it. I have to say it got me pretty worked up too watching you."

"It did? Really? So, you were like going to come too?"

Chris needed to slow things down a bit. With the hand that held his semen, she reached out and grasped his cock again. The semen was no longer thick, but had become clear and running freely. It was cool against the heat of his less-firm penis. 

"Paul, I am a woman and I have the same desires that all women have. You are a handsome and strong young man. Of course I was excited. I am your aunt, however, and perhaps we need to leave it at that." She squeezed his cock firmly and looked deeply in his eyes. "I won't tell, if you won't."

With that she turned and made her way to the ladder. As she climbed down, she saw that Paul was still standing there, cock in hand, looking at her. The last thing she saw was the smile on his face as she climbed below his view.

She was waiting at the café when Eve arrived. "Did you see Paul today? He was working in the barn." 

"Yes, he was," was Chris's simple reply.



Chris Dunn Ch. 04



Over dinner, Eve told Chris how the photo business had been developing. With people wanting to "express themse3
lves" these days, the usual studio photos with bland backgrounds and stiff chairs gave way to scenic shots with props. High school graduation photos might be taken over several days with the subjects changing clothes to show off their participation on sports, academics, and social activities. Wedding photos tended to be book-length portrayals of the couple's lives apart and now together. 

What surprised her most were the requests people made to have themselves shot in the nude. With more people working out and staying trim, they wanted to show off their physiques. Middle-aged moms were shedding their clothes and posing on tip-toes like they were centerfolds. It gave Eve an idea that maybe she could encourage more sexual posing and erotic content to her clients. She needed Chris's expertise as a sex therapist to help her figure out how to do it.

"Well, you need to have something to show clients to suggest that it isn't all that big a leap from straight posing right?" Chris asked helpfully.

"Right. I was thinking if I had a few samples to show, it would give the clients permission to explore a little on their own. The problem is finding models. Out here there are no agencies and I don't want to run an ad in the paper and have all the perverts calling," Eve added.

"Hmm.... That is a wrinkle." When she was stumped in a therapy session, she relied on the pause to help her figure out what to say. It gave the clients time to solve their problems themselves. 

"What I need is a man to photograph. I think it would appeal to both men and women. If I show the female poses, it gets the guys excited, but the women end up comparing themselves to the person in the picture. Couples would be nice, but if I had a man or two to shoot, that might really open up some possibilities..." Eve's voice trailed off in contemplation.

Almost without thinking, Chris said, "What about Paul?"

"Paul who?" Eve shot back. "Paul, my son? Your nephew, Paul? Remember what I said about not wanting perverts? I don't want to be one either, Sis.".

"No, seriously. Paul. Your son; my handsome nephew. Why not? You want to encourage people to explore. Why not explore some yourself? He is very photogenic and he might be flattered that you want to take his photos. He's not a child, you know." Chris was pressing her point. The image of his stroking his cock a few hours ago came flooding back as she gathered her argument.

Eve sat pensively. "It is an idea. I never thought that I might have to actually grow myself if I am going to grow the business."



"What would Larry say?" Chris asked about her brother and how he might react.

"Oh, nothing. You know Larry. Loves farming. Likes what I do, but doesn't consider it to be a real job. He is pretty open to ideas and actually has a good eye for composition. I don't think he'd be upset as long as Paul was okay with it." Eve was warming to the idea. "I just need to figure out how to get Paul to agree."

"Maybe I can help. He trusts me. You trust me. I can use my clinical skills to help him over any fears. Would you like me to talk to him?" Chris hoped she would get a chance to see him again with that magnificent appendage of his.

"Sure! I mean.... I ought to be there, too, don't you think?" Eve was excited.

"No time like the present," said Chris as she spied Paul coming into the dining room where they were seated. 

The waiter asked if Paul was joining the ladies and before Paul could answer, they both said, "Yes." Eve wondered if they were a little too eager and said, "Of course you'll have dinner with us, honey. Aunt Chris and I were just talking about you."

Paul shot Chris a pained look. Had she told his mom about finding him jerking off in the barn? Chris shook her head ever so slightly 'no' and smiled at him. 

"Yeah, Paul we were talking about an idea your mom has for improving her photo business and we wanted to get your opinion," said Chris opening the door. "You see she has an idea that needs a handsome model such as yourself. We think it would be a wonderful plan if she started taking pictures of people in the nude. She just needs a handsome model, such as yourself, to practice with."

Paul nearly spit out his water. Chris held his eyes as he looked at her for an explanation. It was his mother who spoke, next. "Of course, it would all be very tasteful, honey. We wouldn't do anything to embarrass you. And, after all, I am your mother. I have seen you naked before. So has Aunt Chris, here."

Now it was Chris who nearly choked on her ice water. Yes, she had seen him naked. And loved every second of it.

Paul still had not spoken, so Chris filled the silence. "Paul, it is true that you are a lovely specimen and have taken very good care of yourself. I can tell you professionally, that you would make a very good nude model. Psychologically speaking, that is. Men will imagine themselves looking as muscular as you. Women will imagine that they have what it takes to be attractive to someone as handsome as you. You are a very handsome man, after all. And very desirable."

She went on, "You have seen naked women in magazines before, I am sure. Well, you must know that every one of those models hopes to instill some emotion in the person viewing them. They get stared at, but they stare back at the person viewing the picture. You will have a powerful effect on the people who see your photos." There. She hoped she could link the afternoon's lesson to the topic before them. The part about the models looking back was a nice touch, she thought.

"Are you saying that you want me to be a nude model for you so you can encourage other people to let you take their photos in the nude? I thought you were already taking naked photos, Mom" Paul was trying to find the angle, here.

"Well, yes, Son, I have been. But I thought if I had a more definite business plan to do more erotic photos, I could create a niche for myself. A tastefully done niche, that is. With Aunt Chris's help we could figure out what was the most erotic and provocative and help people get comfortable with their own nakedness." Eve added the part about Chris's expertise. Yes, she would be able to make the scenes little hotter.

"I guess, it's okay. I mean, you won't be embarrassed or anything, right Mom? Aunt Chris?" Paul was getting the idea and getting hard. "What happens if I... you know. I mean, getting naked to take a shower or to change clothes is one thing, but around women... Well..."

Eve, reassured him, "That's the point, honey. We want to make it hotter than just posed portraits."

Chris smiled and seized the moment. "Paul, what your mom is saying is that she would like you to get and keep an erection. It is completely normal, natural, and wonderful. In fact, just thinking about it now, I can tell this will be just what your mom's clients will want. It will give them permission to be themselves completely free and unguarded in front of the camera."

Eve jumped in, excitedly, "Paul, this is really important to me. I hope you will say yes. I think you are perfect for this. I know it may be a little awkward at first, but I am willing to be uncomfortable, if you and Aunt Chris are. It's not like we are having sex or anything. So there is nothing wrong with taking photos of my child. Photographers have always taken pictures of their children."

Chris heard the remark about having sex and two thoughts competed for her attention. The first was that Eve had just made a slip of the tongue revealing a latent wish to fuck her son. The second was that Chris had a manifest wish to do the same.

When the waiter came, the all asked for more ice water. The conversation had heated them all a good deal. The rest of the meal was spent talking about the mechanics of the shooting schedule. In fact, the conversation was more technical than enjoyable, but such is the nature of art: more perspiration than inspiration.

Shooting began the next morning according to schedule. Paul sauntered over to the studio in his gym shorts, tee shirt, and sandals. He had shaved himself and doused his body with spicy cologne. His penis was full, but flaccid. He did not want to walk into his mom's studio sporting a boner, but he knew the two most important women in his life were going to be watching him.

The lights were arranged and Eve's camera was staged in front of a drape. She took some test shots to get the lighting right, then the moment of truth arrived. Chris broke the silence.

"Paul, just relax and think about that woman in the magazine looking back at you. Let her affect you." This, she meant to recall the scene in the barn from the day before. Eve believed it was a general instruction and did not catch on. Paul got the message.

"Yes, sweetie, just imagine that we are not here. Go ahead and take your clothes off for me." It was clumsy of Eve, but she did not want to make any bigger deal that it already was. 

"Paul, let me help," Chris offered. "You are alone and private. You have magazine showing a very lovely woman with large breasts and hips. She is bending over and her breasts are hanging down. Her nipples are firm and her expression is saying, 'Look at my tits. See? They are all for you.' Her eyes are locked on to yours. She wants you to get erect and to start stroking your cock for her."

Paul relaxed and focused his attention on his aunt's voice and instructions. His mom began snapping photos. Paul's shorts started to tent in front of him. He shifted his weight and pulled on his waistline. 

"That's right, Paul. Let me talk you into a nice hot erection," Chris said. "Think of that girl showing you her pussy. See? Her lips are so full and she is wet for you. She is rubbing her clit for you and pulling on those nice fat nipples. Oh, they are so firm and hard, like pencil erasers."

It worked. The weight of Paul's filling penis was overcome by the hydraulics of the erection. He tented his shorts and a drop of pre-cum spotted the front. Paul shifted his cock upward. 

The head of his dick began to pry beneath the waistband of his shorts and poked out. Paul needed to free it. Chris gave permission and he complied.

"Oh, Paulie, I see the head of your cock sticking out. It wants to breathe. Pull it out for me. Show me that big beautiful cock of yours."

Paul first ripped off his tee shirt. Bending as he did helped his cock to free itself a bit above the waistband of his shorts. Then came the shorts in one swift motion. His cock slapped his belly loudly and both the women winced imagining the pain it must have caused. Paul didn't feel a thing.

He grabbed his cock and began pulling at it, stretching it. His mom focused her camera on the action snapping pictures on the auto-drive, and then backing off to take him full frame. Behind the camera, she was a pro, framing the shots and considering interesting angles. It was all professional. When she dropped the camera to take in the scene, she could not escape the fact that the stud she was shooting was her own son. Her eyes were glued to his cock with its head swelling and his balls bouncing against his legs. She had to put her eye to the viewfinder again in order to concentrate.

Chris urged him on, knowing that he might cum and hoping that Eve would be able to catch that as well. "Yes, that is my big boy and his big toy. It's so nice to see you stroking again, Paul. Mmmmm... that is so nice. It makes me very hot thinking that soon you are going to show your mom and me all that nice hot cum you have in you."

From behind the camera, Eve asked, "Again?"

"Work with it, Mom," was Paul's quick-thinking reply. He smiled at his Aunt Chris and slowed his stroking so she could view him more deliberately.

"Slowing down, huh? Need to take a little break so you don't cum too fast?" Chris asked. 

He let go of his cock and took a step back and turned facing his mom who continued to snap photos. He turned slowly letting her get the profiles and the 3/4 angles. A drop of pre-cum formed at the slit in his crown and began to gather volume before starting its descent. He just watched it and flexed his cock squeezing it out.

Chris watched as well. His mother zoomed in on the end of his cock with her lens. The three of them in tableau stood watching the diamond-drop twine down on a slender thread. Eve could tell the curves and straight lines would converge to make a nice abstraction that only after some study would the viewer be able to make out.

When the drop hit the floor, the silvery thread of fluid was pulled down as well. Another drop formed at the end of his cock. This one he wiped with his finger and brought it to his mouth. Eve caught all of it. "Place it on your lips, son. That's nice. Now wipe your lips with it and let me see how shiny they get. Oh that is lovely. Very kissable." 

Chris was thinking the same. She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, then backed away. "Ready for the next series?" She asked them both.

Eve snapped the image of her sister kissing the pre-cum off her son's lips. Despite hiding behind the camera, she was affected. It gave her some ideas to explore later.

"Okay, sweetie, let's let Mom see what you can do. Now, Paul, We want to make sure Mom gets every bit of your orgasm on film, so I will be telling her when you are near. If I miss something, be sure to let us know, okay?"

Paul nodded and kept looking at his aunt as his stroked his cock. "I think I am going to need some help. My mind is kind of wandering."

Eve, in her nervousness, offered to stop shooting. The thought of taking pictures of her sister and son fucking was hard to clear. 

"No, I just need something to help me stay hard. Maybe you could keep talking to me Aunt Chris. Or maybe you could tease me some. You know, show me something. I'm standing here buck-naked after all. It's the least you can do." Paul grinned at her and looked over at his mom for support.

"He's right Chris. Just a little, though. We don't want to do anything really naughty," she said, then added under her breath, "yet."

"Okay, Paul. Look in my eyes. See where they are focused? I am looking at this nice warm cock you have and thinking how nice it would be to kiss it. I can feel the hot head on my face and touching my eyelids. Oh, look! My nipples are getting hard. Can you see that through my blouse?" She ran her fingers over them and they grew. Paul grunted in approval.

"Keep it going, Paul. I want to see you come for me. Oh, could you shoot it all the way over here?"

"If I had a target, maybe I could," Paul teased back.

Chris unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra snapped in front and she undid it. Her breasts came partially out. He could not see the nipples uncovered, only the catenary curve of her breast where it departed from her shoulder and dove under the material of her bra. "Is that what you had in mind?"

"More." Paul responded. His face was getting red and his breathing deepened. "Let me see some more."

Eve took photos of Paul's face and closed in on his eyes. His lids were closing slightly even as his pupils widened. She liked it that she could capture these spontaneous emotions. That is precisely what she wanted to do with her new line of images. Not just static photos, but ones that conveyed how it felt to be free to follow your body's lead.

Chris pulled her blouse more open revealing more skin, but because her blouse was still tucked into her slacks, she did not reveal herself fully. Paul could only make out the very edge of her areola. He wanted to see more and said so.

"Paul, my sweet. There is always more for me to show you. But you have not shown me what I want to see. Let's see what this can do for you and I promise there will be more for you later. Does it help to know I am soaking wet? My pussy is dripping at the sight of me handsome nephew jerking off for me. Won't you drip something for me?"

Paul's balls began to climb upward. His breathing was getting ragged and his strokes were quickening. His shoulders slumped inward and his hips inclined toward Chris. Even Eve knew what was happening. She did not need to be told to prepare for a wider-angle shot. Quickly she focused on the end of his cock where the geyser would erupt, then she pulled back practicing a quick change of focus. "Here it comes!" Paul cried. He spat one bolt of semen at Chris. She reached her hand out to catch it, but was too late. Paul shot another and she managed to catch some on her fingers. Then he turned full toward his mother and let her shoot the remaining ejaculation. He got her tripod wet with drops and the ground in front of him was spattered with his semen. 

He was still convulsing and now sweating heavily as well. 

The women looked at each other and then at Paul. Moments passed as they watched him recover. Eve finally broke the silence.

"Paul, that was very nice. Better than I anticipated. Thank you. Maybe we can look at what we got and think about what is next. That is, if you are up to it." She smiled at her son and then at Chris. "This is going to work!" she thought. 



Chris Dunn Ch. 05



Paul was a bit frazzled by the experience of posing, well... performing for his mother and aunt. He was not ashamed, but felt rather awkward about being naked and post-orgasmic. He looked for his tee shirt and shorts to put them back on, but didn't really want to get dressed.

"We need to have a robe here for you between sessions," Eve said helpfully to her son.

"I need a cold shower" Chris said, buttoning her blouse again. "That was very hot."

"So, Aunt Chris, you meant it when you said looking at me made you horny?" Paul asked, trying to sound innocent. He was still naked and his cock was fat from being hard and exercised. 

"Yes, dear. Every word of it. You are a handsome and hot young man. I may be your aunt, but I am still a woman," she replied with a gentle smile. "I love you, Paul, so I want to be sure that you understand my comments were to help you and your mom get these photos right. It is what I do for a living. I help people express their sexuality."

"Well, you sure helped him do that!" Eve chimed in. She smiled at Paul again and winked.

"Mom, I need a break. I am going to get a coke. I'll be back in a minute." Paul started to leave the studio with his clothes in his hand. He just walked out the door and up the driveway. It didn't really matter since they were on the farm, still it amused his mother that he was so casual. 

"See? People like it when they are free to be and do what they want," Chris instructed.

They looked at the images Eve had transferred to the monitor. She quickly deleted ones that did not meet her standards for art or precision. The finished file had some very hot images of Paul. He came back in with a towel around him just as they were saving the file. 

"Wanna see? There are some really nice shots here," Eve asked.

"Maybe later. I'm good now." Paul seemed completely back to normal. He was a young and virile young man, after all. He may have recovered even faster than the women who were not so exercised.

"Well, let's try something else, shall we?"asked his mom.

"Sure, like what." Paul replied and leaned against a chair.

"Well, I was thinking about something a little less emotional to begin with. You are such a handsome boy, I mean, man, that it would be good to get some pictures of you relaxed. Naked of course, but natural,"Eve suggested. "We can start with you there, leaning against the chair with your towel on. Let me get the camera."

Eve walked around taking pictures and looking at him. "Okay, take the towel off and just relax."

When Paul dropped the towel, his mother inhaled a bit and pulled the camera back to her face. He was gorgeous. His penis hung low and long. His ball sack was sagging and his balls seemed heavy. Not more than 45 minutes earlier she had watched him shoot hot loads of semen directly at her camera. Still the sight of that relaxed penis on her handsome son, just got to her. 

She snapped shots of him from all around, again focusing and then zooming out. Paul was fidgeting. "What's wrong?" Chris asked. 

"Well, I have to pee," he replied.

"Okay. Pee." His mother said flatly. He gave her a quizzical look. "Seriously. This is the stuff that life is made of. I want to shoot it."

Chris liked the idea and looked for something for him to empty his bladder into. 

Eve set the scene. "Chris, I want you to kneel next to Paul, flat on your shins, very prim and proper. I'd rather you have a skirt on, but the shorts will do. Pull them up just far enough to show your knees. Sit up straight. Paul, stand next to Aunt Chris; you, too, very straight and tall."

"Hurry up, Mom, I have to piss like a race horse," Paul complained. 

"Well, do what I say and you can. Chris. reach up with your right hand between Paul's legs and grasp his... (she swallowed) his... penis. You are going to aim him for us."

Chris was curious and Paul was in agony. She threaded her arm between his muscular legs and grasped his cock, wrapping two fingers over the shaft like a pitcher readying a fast ball. The rest of her hand rested, curled against his balls. She felt Paul start to fill. Her red nails gleamed on the surface of his cock.

"Okay, that is perfect," exclaimed Eve. Chris look at me. That's right. Okay, Paul, any time. Chris just aim his stream out about three feet in front of you."

"You mean, you want me to pee on the floor?" Paul asked incredulously. 

"It's okay, son. There is tile underneath the drape and we can wash it up later. Now, get going."

Paul shrugged his shoulder and tried to relax enough to urinate. It was difficult with his aunt holding his cock. Somehow the fact that making erotic art is not all that erotic., helped him. Chris did not stir or excited him any more than he was.

A drop or two came out of his penis. It was a mix of pre-cum and urine. Then the stream started in earnest. A hot, clear flow of piss poured forth and landed in front of him. The relief was immense and he closed his eyes. "Open your eyes, Paul. Look at me," Eve instructed.

Chris began to move his cock from side to side giving the camera a chance to record the S-curve his arcing piss made. She, herself. was feeling wet between her legs.

Paul had a very full bladder and Eve was able to take many shots, even one that seemed a little blurry due to the long open shutter time.

When at last Paul was finished and pumped the last of his urine out, Chris remained fixed in position. Paul's cock had deflated and she wanted to see him get erect again. After all, she was merely a model and needed to wait for the artist to tell her what to do. Paul didn't mind either. From his position, he looked down and had a view of his aunt' cleavage and her hand curled around his cock. Why break the scene? he wondered.

Eve checked the camera back to make sure the shots were recorded and called for them to break the scene. "I have another idea. Chris, you better drink a lot of water. Paulie, that was wonderful. You can relax for a bit. We are going outside next."

Eve led the way. She sent Chris back to the house to change into a checked cotton dress she knew that Chis had brought. When Chris found them again, her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had flats on her feet. Very perky and very summery looking.

Eve was talking to Paul who was naked and leaning against a wooden wall in the barn. When Chris came in the barn she saw that the big door at the end was open. It was where they brought wagons in to heave the hay into the lofts on either side above. It lit the scene from the back making the scene very stark. Eve set up some fill lights, but she wanted this to be a high-key photo. 

"Paul, honey, I need you to be erect for this one. Can you do that for me?" Eve asked politely.

"If you help me, I can. Tell me what you like, like Aunt Chris did. That kind of talk really helps me," he said without a bit of self-consciousness. Eve swallowed hard. "Well, your penis is very nice. It's very clean." She felt stupid trying to invent sexy things to say to her own son. She knew that if she really let go, she would reveal a lot that she might want to keep hidden.

Chris rescued her. "What I think your mom means to say is that you have some of the nicest man-flesh she has ever seen. We both think so. Look at how nicely you take care of yourself. Your mom thinks you have the nicest cock she has ever seen. Isn't that right, sis?

Eve nodded, blushing. "It's true, son. It's just lovely. It's so kissable." Again, she felt goofy.

"It is kissable, Paul." And with that Chris leaned her face down to his crotch. Spontaneously his cock rose toward her waiting lips. She planted a kiss on the smooth top of his penis and lifted it with her left hand. It sparked the erotic inanition and he fired on his own. Paul began to pull his cock, stretching it toward the women.

"That's it, honey. Make it nice and hard for Momma." Eve let her guard down a bit.

As Paul was working himself up, Eve told Chris to drink another bottle of water as she explained the scene. 

Paul would lean back against the wall with his cock sticking straight up. His arms would be behind him protecting his back from the rough wood. His head would be turned toward his aunt, listening. Chris would be in front and to the side, with her left hand on the wall supporting herself. In this way, it looked as if they were involved in a conversation and she had leaned in close to make a point.

As she leaned in toward Paul, Chris was to use her right hand to pull her skirt up halfway between her knees and thighs. Then she was to pee. Holding her skirt would keep it from getting wet and would emphasize the golden shower. Because of the way they were situated, the light streaming in the big barn door would have them in the shadows and illuminate urine stream of urine. 

The person looking at the scene would think that this was a couple having a serious discussion, but on further examination would see his erection and her pissing. Eve was inspired by a photo by Harry Callahan. His wife, Eleanor, let herself be photographed just as she was. The backlighting and pool of silver liquid under her were simply beautiful.

Both Paul and Chris had to work to execute Eve's idea. Chris drank the water and practiced posing. Paul stroked his cock and watched his aunt raising and lowering her dress. 

"This is getting to be difficult for me, Aunt Chris. What about showing me a little more, like you promised, "pleaded Paul.

"Well, sweet boy, I guess I do owe you something. I'm not wearing a bra this time. Why don't you tell me that you'd like to see my breasts and see if they respond." Her voice was low and husky.

"Aunt Chris, I really want to see your tits. I know you must have some really nice nipples. That's what I really want to see. I have jerked off thinking about them a lot. So, make a boy's dream come true, why don't you?"

Eve noticed that they relaxed into the scene and their playfulness was precisely what she needed. She snapped a picture or two getting her exposures and color balance right.

Chris rubbed her breasts through the cloth making her nipples stir. When she lifted her dress, she dipped her hand into her pussy and pulled it out again damp. Holding it up for Paul to see, she drew it closer to his face. so he could smell her.

"See, how my titties like being here with you? Put your hand on my dress and feel how hard my nipples are," she encouraged. He placed a hand on her breast and felt a hard knot under his palm. He moved his hand around in a broad circle feeling the weight of her breast beneath the cloth. His cock responded to the sensation.

"Mmmm, that feels nice, Paul. I like that. Can you pull on my nipples some? Oh, yes. That is nice. I wonder if you would like to feel them without this dress over them. Would you like that, honey?"

Paul nodded. 

"Well, after this scene is over, maybe that will happen. Who knows what your mom has in mind for us to do next. We'll just have to wait and see. But right now I have to pee. Would you like to see me pee. Paul. Oh ha! Pee Paul." She snickered at her own joke.

"I think you ought to get ready, Evie. I am ready to let go." Chris warned. She spread her legs and hoisted her skirt just so.

Paul took his place and looked at his aunt, waiting for her to begin peeing. Then it came down. The floor began to puddle beneath her and spread. The stream was confused and splashed as it hit the worn wooden floor. Eve snapped picture after picture. Some flashed and some did not. Chris lifted her dress as she had rehearsed and Paul looked to see if he could see her pussy. Chris just smiled at him naughtily. 

"Paul, look at Chris, like you are just having a conversation," Eve instructed. "Keep that cock up in the air. Hurry, if you need to rub it. She can't piss forever, you know." Eve was insistent that they not waste a second.

When Chris ended her pee production, she lifted her skirt even higher. "Oh, look I have some on my thighs after all." She smiled at Paul whose cock was aching for relief. Still he leaned on his hands against the wall. 

Paul stared at the junction of his aunt's well-shaped legs. Her inner lips hung low and glowed deep red. They were wet, as was the top of her inner thighs. He imagined he could smell both urine and her own muskiness. That and the smell of the barn made a toxic brew of rutting aromas. His cock bounced now with every heart beat. The head of his swollen staff burned and shone smoothly from all the blood pressure in its column. Pre-cum sleek and smooth, ran in a rivulet down the side of his veined shaft.

"I guess I will have to air dry a bit. You don't mind, do you, Paul?" Chris asked coyly. 

"Not if you don't mind me watching to see when it is dry. I have a little hand work to do while we wait" Paul asked teasingly.

"We'll have to watch each other. How's that?" The exchange went on this way for several seconds. Paul shifted his weight and stood upright and Chris, now, leaned against the barn wall. She lifted her skirt around her hips and kept her legs spread wide. Paul, was standing in the puddle of her cooling liquid and worked his cock with his hand. He stared at her sex and she at his. Eve watched them both for opportunities to take more photos.

It did not take very long for Paul to begin spitting semen out of his cock. It landed on the floor in the midst of the puddle Chris had made earlier. Their fluids mixed, soaking into the floor together. His white lustrous seed thinning and flowing the longer it was away from its source. 

As he squeezed his cock to express the last drops of his load, Chris took the head of his penis in her hand, the one that had tested her own dampness. She drew the remnants of his spend and ran it between her thumb and forefinger. Then she placed it on Paul's lips. He smelled her and tasted her and tasted himself. He sucked on her finger for a moment and smiled. 

And the camera caught it all.



Chris Dunn Ch. 06



She squirmed in the chair waiting for Dr. Beal to look up from his notes. 

"This is what my clients must feel when I am not ready for them at the start of a session," she thought to herself.

Alan Beal, PhD, was her supervisor. She had been his graduate assistant during her clinical studies and she continued to see him to work out her own personal and professional development. When she had a problem client or felt some boundary issues, she made an appointment with him. 

"Well, Chris, from what you said on the phone, it sounds like you are worried about...incest, is it? But you have not children and your parents are both gone. I am afraid I do not understand, "he began.

"No, that's right Alan. It's about my nephew, Paul. You see..." she was interrupted.

"Paul is committing incest? Oh, no he's Eve's son. How is Eve? I have not seen her in years. Is she still taking pictures?" Dr. Beal was just not getting it and Chris was becoming very frustrated.

"Alan! Listen to me. Yes, Eve is doing fine as a photographer. That is part of the reason I am here today. Will you let me finish?" She had to assert herself and get the conversation going in the right direction. She needed Dr. Beal to pay attention.

"Yes, yes, Chris. I am so sorry. I was...well, it doesn't matter. What matters is what you want to talk about. Please, go on. I won't interrupt again. I promise." He regained his composure and sat back in the chair awaiting her continuing.

"Okay, Eve, is still a photographer, yes. And Paul is her son, my nephew. He's like 19 now and very attractive. I was up there visiting recently and Eve asked me for some advice. She has had a number of requests to take pictures of people in the nude. So far so good. She has this idea that people might like to do more than just take their clothes off; they might like to do some more erotic kinds of posing. I actually think it is a good idea and so we talked about it." Chris had told him the beginning. 

Dr. Beal was already forming a hypothesis as to why Chris was there. He frowned as she went on. 

"Oh, Alan..." Chris paused. "Eve asked me if taking pictures of Paul was a good idea. I told her she needed to ask him. Well, he agreed to it." Chris breathed deeply before going on. She wanted him to be erect in the photos so I talked to him encouraging him a bit."

"A bit? What does 'a bit' mean, actually?" Dr. Beal zeroed in on the hole in the fabric. "I can't tell if you are delaying something or avoiding it, Christine." Dr. Beal, only used her formal name when he was impatient or angry. He did not believe in being euphemistic. Tell it straight away he would often instruct his students. 'It's fucking, not copulating,'

"Okay, so, I am attracted to my nephew, sexually. I got turned on watching him masturbate and I encouraged my sister to invite him to pose nude for her photography sessions." There. She had said it.

"Is that all?" Beal pursued.

"I participated, too. I let him feel me up and I..." she was feeling embarrassed, but pressed on. "I peed on the floor and let him watch."

Again, Beal, probed, "Is that all?"

"Well, yes, that's all!" Chris' anxiety was high and she was getting defensive.

"Chris, I am only asking because it seems you are making a lot out of nothing. Okay, you have an attraction to your nephew. He's an adult. His mother is there taking pictures. You haven't fucked him. Why are you so worried about incest?" His flat explanation calmed her. Hearing him repeat it, calmed her.

"Well, I don't want it to get out of hand. And I certainly don't want to hurt him," she confessed.

"It would hurt him if he did not agree fully and freely. It would hurt him if this were done in secret and he had no recourse out of it. But from the way you describe it, this has all been above board. I am not seeing the incest angle. Instead, I think you are arguing with yourself here. Your body is telling you one thing and your defenses are getting in the way." 

Chris was relieved to know that she had not crossed that invisible line that exists. Her feelings were complicated. Paul was 18 years younger than she and the relationship, while close was never going to be more than aunt and nephew—with privileges.

Dr. Beal encouraged Chris to talk frankly about what she fantasized and how that might be productive for the photography sessions.

"Well, since you asked, I want to suck his cock. It is magnificent. So hard and so young. He shaves himself and is in very good shape so his cock and balls just stand out when you see them. He gets hard very fast and I can talk him into an orgasm."

"Oh, so, you have some power over him. I suspect you enjoy being able to arouse a younger man. You certainly can arouse an older one." Beal winked at her and kneaded his crotch with is hand. Chris was a fine looking woman with blond hair and nice figure. As she leaned one way or the other, Dr. Beal leaned the other way. He was trying to look down her blouse. She used to be freer with her peeks when she was his student. Back then she did not wear a bra and he had ample chances to see her nipples through the thin material of her tee shirts. Now he had to work a little harder.

"Listen, Chris, you are being too hard on yourself. Tell me about your client load. I wonder if your boundaries are still firm." He also wondered if her tits were. 

The rest of the hour revolved around her clients and how she was able to keep herself centered. She even told him about the glory hole she had visited. He reflected her deep feelings of relief but warned her about being safe as well. It's better, he told her to find a committed relationship or at least have some trusted people in her life with whom to work out her kicks.

"Like you?" she asked cutely. "Alan, I owe you so much. I notice that you have been working under duress. Do you want me to take care of that bulge you are getting? It's been a long time since we did research together." Chris looked straight at him. Beal's research was on the masturbatory practices of men and women. He and Chris would watch people masturbate and record their observations. Often they would watch each other, as part of their "research." It is in these sessions that Chris lost all inhibition and was able to be so frank about the human sexual experience.

He went right to the point. "Well, maybe if you showed me some of that lovely tit-flesh and let me beat off a little." He wanted to see if she was teasing or if she was serious. 


Chris began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore a bra that hooked in the front and with her left hand undid it. Her breasts fell out as she pulled the cups apart. Alan liked what he saw. 

"You have magnificent breasts. I have seen them over the years become more beautiful. I love how they sag gently now. You are a beautiful woman, Chris." Alan was admiring her expose flesh and overtly rubbing his cock beneath his trousers.

"Why don't you let me help you with those pants. I want to see my old lab partner again' Chris cooed. She reached over and unfastened Dr. Beal's belt and zipper. He straightened his legs to allow her to pull his pants down to his knees. He pulled his cock out of the fly in his satin boxers. 

His uncircumcised cock rose like a monument. It grazed Chris' tit and Dr. Beal groaned at the pleasure of her soft skin against his hot penis. He pulled back the foreskin and began stroking the head. Chris knelt in front of him smiling. She pulled on her nipples and they became hard. 

Dr. Beal relaxed against the back of his chair and admired the woman before him. He was unashamed and enjoying the view.

Without a moment's reflection, Chris leaned over and took him into her mouth. She had never sucked Alan off before. Her feelings of relief and gratitude at receiving his permission to take the action with Paul and Eve further made her want to express her gratitude. 

Beal let go of his cock and allowed Chris to work him over. She was good at sucking cock. He wondered where she learned it. She licked the bottom of his cock and swirled her mouth around the topside. She bobbed her head and let him go deep. With her left hand she dug for his balls. She felt the tangle of pubic hair as she tried to grasp the sack. When she had encircled his balls, she began to squeeze. Beal moaned.

Chris held him firmly as she worked her mouth up and down. When her jaws began to ache she leaned back and looked at her mentor. He was smiling. 

"Use your other hand and jack me while I look at you." He commanded.

His cock was wet enough that she could rub him easily. His foreskin moved beneath her hand giving him even more pleasure. He stared at her tits enjoying how they bounced with her hand movements.

"I remember how you liked to shoot straight up in the air. Is that still your practice? See how high you can go?" Chris remembered the experimental device he made to measure the height of ejaculations his subjects were able to maintain. 

"Twenty-seven inches is still my record. I am afraid I am not as ballistic as I used to be," he confided.

"Well, let's see what you've got. Give it to me Alan. Let me see you cum. Can you hit my titties with your stuff? Here let me lean over you and give you something to aim for. I want to feel that spunk all over them. They need a good lubing." Chris was using the very same kind of talk on her mentor, Dr. Beal, that she had used so successfully on Paul and the rest of her male clients. 

She felt his balls begin to contract. She squeezed harder, so hard she was afraid it would hurt. It did and he loved it.

"Oh, God that feels good!" he exclaimed. "Here I come!"

His first ejaculation was thick and slow. He bucked his hips and managed to shoot higher. With his third convulsion, his semen leaped in the air and flew the short distance to hit Chris's right breast just above the nipple. 

"That's what I wanted to see. Come on Alan; hit the other one. Come on, sweetie, shoot that stuff on me." Chris was pumping him still but her grip eased to allow him to ejaculate easily. She used a rhythmic approach to squeezing his balls that matched the up and down motion on his cock. 

He shot one more, hefty load and hit her just above her navel. He was breathing heavily and she continued to excite him by squeezing his cock and wiping the semen from his cock as she raised her hand. Using all that he had spent on her hand and shot on her chest, Chris began to rub the hot liquid on her skin. 

"Oh, look, Dr. Beal. See my pretty tits are covered with your hot cum. Oh, that feels so nice. Watch me rub that hot cum into my skin. See how it is getting clearer now?"

He had grasped his cock now and was trying to pump more semen out of him. He was spent, though and had to admit to himself that his orgasm had come and gone.

"Thank you, Chris. That was great. It was nice of you to go the extra mile for me. I may not be as randy as I was when you were studying with me, but I can still get hard and cum for a pretty girl. I would rate that an eight of ten on satisfaction and a three of five on force and quantity wouldn't you?" He could not help being clinical with his former student.

"Eight of ten on satisfaction. Well, I must still turn you on, then." She smiled at him, glad that she could give back a little of the joy he had given her today.

She did not bother to dry herself. She just kept rubbing the cooling fluids into her skin letting him watch. Even as his penis was completely deflated she knew he was storing memories for a later self-indulgence. 

As she buttoned up and was collecting herself, Dr. Beal asked, "Don't you want to masturbate now? I would be glad to watch." He meant it more out of kindness than horniness.


"No, thank you, Alan." I have some errands to run. I'll manage myself later. "It's awfully sweet of you to offer. Maybe next time you can return the favor for me. You have already given me what I came for today: permission to explore.

She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Better put that thing away before your next client comes in." He chuckled and began to zip up as she walked out the door.



Chris Dunn Ch. 07



Chris could not stop thinking of Paul on her way home. She was giddy about the advice her clinical supervisor had given her. As long as Paul has the ability to agree or not, any sexual activity between them was okay. He is an adult and he is acting at his mother's direction to be her model, so this is really an artistic endeavor, she rationalized. 

She stopped at the florist and got herself a large bouquet of daisies for her apartment. Chris then stopped at the liquor store and selected a bottle of sweet white wine for herself. She was going to enjoy this freedom from the weight of anxiety she had been carrying. 

When she got home there was a message on the machine from Eve, excitedly telling her that she had three new clients and each had been taken by the nude portfolio she had created. She could not wait to tell her about it. Call me!

Chris put the flowers in a vase on her table and cut four for the bud vase she kept in the bathroom. She set the flowers on the edge of the tub as a reminder of the fresh feeling she had. Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a class of Gewurztraminer and tasted it. It was warm, but sweet. 

Chris went to her bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes. She raced to get the water drawn in the bath. Pulling her hair up and pinning it, she slipped into the water. With only the water splashing, there was no distraction to occupy her mind. She could simply melt into the water.

The water was rising and she felt the sting of its heat as it lapped against her skin. She washed herself and when she was all clean, she leaned back letting the water soak her cares away. Now unwound, Chris began to rub herself. Her pussy throbbed with the heat of the water and her lips were full and pouting. She rolled her clitoris under he middle finger and felt the soothing wave overcome her. Patiently, she let her arousal build. She dipped first one, then two, then three fingers in her vagina. She could feel the slickness of her own moisture and how different it was from the bath water.

With her other hand, she caressed her breasts. Her nipples responded to her touch. Chris pulled at breast flesh and pinched the nipples hard. The feeling of pleasure and pain shot through her. If she had clothespins, she would have attached them to her nipples. She would have liked the feeling of constant sharpness as she became aroused.

Looking again at the flowers on the edge of the tub, she smiled. She thought of Paul. He was so innocent seeming, yet he was all man. He got aroused around her. He liked showing off his cock to her. And she encouraged him. That there were pictures to remind her of the events was even better. Now others would be able to see what had happened and share in the excitement.

She was amazed at her own openness to letting Eve direct her as a model for her photo experiments. When she told Chris that she wanted to photograph her peeing, Chris was excited and at the same time, quizzical. What puzzled her most was her eagerness to do it. 

As a therapist, she was trained to listen to her reactions. They were the best way to get a handle on what her clients were thinking. If she felt angry listening to a story, then chances were pretty good her client was feeling angry as well. So, when she found herself eager to let her sister shoot her in such a personal act, she wondered if there was more Eve wanted of her as well. 

Then her imagination took over and she let her self-analysis slip away. She was thinking of seeing Paul and of his watching her. The object stares back, she knew.

Her thoughts of Paul settled in and she rubbed herself more intently. With her nipples stinging from being pinched, Chris reached for her wine glass. It now tasted cool in contrast to the water in the tub. Chris poured a little on her tits. The cool wine trickled over her nipples. Lifting her breast, Chris licked the wine away. Then she downed the rest of the glass in one gulp. The sweetness ran down her throat and she could trace its course almost to her throbbing pussy.

She recalled Paul staring at her as she peed in the barn before her sister's camera. She stood up in the tub as if to re-enact the scene. Water cascaded down her skin. Spreading her legs, she tried to pee. As the first trickle came, she held the wine glass under herself to catch it. It hissed into the glass and swirled around as it filled. Even when it threatened to run over the brim, Chris allowed herself to keep pissing into the wine glass.

She filled the glass and it ran over, spilling into the tub before she was finished. Chris looked in the mirror at herself holding the wine glass beneath her spread legs. She liked what she saw. Then raising the glass to her nose, she smelled its contents. It was earthy and strong. She held the glass to her cheek feeling her own warmth. She did not taste it, but the thought was strong.

Instead, she watched herself in the mirror pour the wine glass full of her urine down her chest. It ran in rivulets across the skin. Her full globes splitting the flow into four distinct falls. It sounded like spring rain as the urine met the water in the tub.

She smelled like urine and it did not displease her. The soap she had used to wash herself was sweet against the primal aroma of her piss. 

Chris set the glass down and herself down in the tub once more. She let the water and urine wash over her covering her in the diluted fluids of her own making. It felt dirty and fun all at once. And at the same time, strangely cleansing. No wonder people have fetishes about urine, Chris thought. It was an insight that she never expected. 

She reached down and massaged her twat. Her clitoris throbbed and she mashed it hard as she made small circles with her hand. The smell of the water aroused her, as did the thought of pouring the glass full of urine over herself. She could not wait to tell Eve of the idea for a shoot.

Chris worked herself into a fury and splashed water all over the floor as she writhed in her orgasm. When she relaxed again, she lay back in the tub and saw the flower sitting on the edge of the tub. She smiled thinking of her feeling of being refreshed and the new chapter that had opened in her life. 

She dried herself and put on fresh pajamas, cotton ones. She wanted to feel comfortable. She was asleep in no time and forgot to call her sister. The call could wait. She needed to dream, instead.



Chris Dunn Ch. 08



At work the next morning, two of her colleagues asked her about the new perfume she was wearing. It was very feminine and suited her perfectly they said. Chris remembered that she had not showered since her bath last night and that the perfume she applied this morning must be mixing with the her own fluids.

After her first appointment, she called Eve. "Sorry, I didn't call last night. I had an appointment with Alan Beal and got home sort of late."

"Oh, are you okay?" Eve knew Alan and that Chris sought his advice from time to time. A fear went through her sister that perhaps Chris was repenting of the photography idea.

"Just fine, Eve. I told Alan about the photography and he was happy for you. I think you may have a client for some of your images. Anyway, I told him about the project and that Alan and I had been your models. It was really good to talk to him," Chris explained.

"So, you're still okay with this idea, right?" Eve was still tentative.

"Absolutely, in fact I have an idea for another set. But first, why not tell me about these new clients of yours. You sounded so excited on your voice mail." Chris turned the conversation back to her sister.

"Well, they came in wanting a standard set of images, environmental portraits that told a little about who they were. As we talked, I mentioned that we could break some rules if they wanted to. I was open to all kinds of suggestions." Eve continued, "I meant it as not having formal straight-on portraits, but in each case, they asked me to tell them more. I started slowly with some safe examples. You know like a pregnant woman with no clothes on from the side showing her belly. They liked what I was saying so, I pulled out the photos we had done."

Chris was trying to contain herself. "Go on. What happened?"

"I told them I was working on a new portfolio and that I would be glad to show it to them, but it was rather risqué. And do you know what? Each of them said they wanted to see it, without hesitation." Eve was bubbling.

"So? So?" Chris encouraged her sister to tell the rest of the story.

"So, I have some appointments coming up this week. One of them includes a couple. One is a recently divorced woman and the other is a body builder getting ready for a competition."

Chris congratulated her, "Eve that is just perfect. I can't wait to hear how they all turn out."

"Well, if you wanted to, you could come up and help me. Paul has to be in Springfield for a farm show. His dad wants him to look over a new tractor." Eve was hopeful.

Chris was crestfallen. She had hoped for a chance to see her nephew again. Putting on a brave face, she responded, "I would love to, Eve. I imagine the women will like it better having another woman around to help. And the guy might like it to, huh?"

"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that. I could really use the confidence that you give me. I owe you so much, Chris. This has been so liberating for me as an artist. When can you come up?" Eve sounded relieved.

"Actually, I have a several days of vacation to use yet this year. Let me cancel my appointments and be there Thursday. I can stay until the following Friday." Adding at the end, "Surely Paul will be back by then."

"Yes, honey, he is only gone for three days. He'll come back. I have some ideas I want to run by you to shoot him again. Oh, what was the idea you had for me?" Eve asked.

Chris looked at her watch and saw that she had 20 minutes before her staff meeting. She began to tell Eve about the bath and the flowers and the wine and the golden shower of pee. "Eve, it was so beautiful and sexy and freeing. I loved it. And when I looked in the mirror at myself pouring that all over me, I knew it was a winner of a photo. Imagine it in black and white with the pee in yellow."

Eve liked what she heard. "Well, you'll have to show me how you set it up when you come up."

Chris's clients the rest of the day found her to be especially relaxed and open to them. Two women who had lost the passion in their relationship were encouraged to talk about their fantasies. When one of them said she wanted to experiment more, Chris encouraged her to demonstrate instead of tell. Sheila nervously approached Jan and began to unbutton her blouse. Removing it, she unsnapped her bra and began to kiss and suck on Jan's breasts. Chris watched as Jan closed her eyes and held Sheila's head close to her. They didn't do much more than kiss, except for Sheila's insistent desire to nurse at Jan's breast.

"That looks so sweet, you two. How does it feel?" Chris asked.

Jan spoke first. "It feels sweet. It's like when we were first together."

Sheila added, "I love her tiny breasts. They are so young and perky. It makes me wish she were my little girl and I were mommy."

Chris interpreted the odd statement. "Yes, sure, Sheila. Jan's breasts are young looking and it brings out two emotions at the same time in you. First, you like the youthfulness you see and at the same time sucking on them stirs your maternal feelings. It's completely understandable. I think I have some homework for you both to do." She was happy with her creativity in reframing her client's statements.

The following hour came a man who had been wanted to see what it would be like to take a man in his mouth. He had been working with Chris for six months and trying to relax in the face of powerful sexual urges. His wife was completely supportive, but wanted him to be safe in whatever he did. 

Calvin had a picture of a male model with him. He showed Chris the picture and explained why it turned him on. "Look at that cock, Chris. See how beautiful it is? It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Notice the sweep of his skin where the cock joins his stomach? And those balls are so wonderfully pendant in their bag. I can almost feel their heat."

He leaned in to show Chris the photo and pointed to the sections he was explaining. "I love how he has shaved himself. It makes him seem so clean and so big. Why is that, do you think?" He was completely unselfconscious in asking her.

"I think because he has taken such good care of such a precious package, I suppose." Chris ventured. "Have you shaved yourself as well, Cal?"

He blushed now. Chris headed him off. "Come on, Cal, we have worked too hard together for you to be embarrassed. Off with them! Show me how you have shaved." She ordered him to show her, not tell her.

He stood up and unfastened himself and began to lower his striped wool suit pants. He looked nervous, so Chris encouraged him. "Cal, this is just what we have been working on: your being completely comfortable being you. Let me see how beautiful you are." 

Cal let his trousers fall to the floor. He was wearing nothing underneath. His cock and balls were bare. He reached down and lifted them for her to see. Then he turned around to give her the side view. 

"Oh, Calvin, that is magnificent. Wow, how pretty. Have you done this before?" She was not going to let him retreat into shyness now.

"Well, twice. I had to the second time because it itched like hell. Then I found that I really liked the feeling, so I stopped wearing underwear." He confessed.

Chris smile at him sweetly. "Well, it is a beautiful thing to look at Cal. Very handsome and perfectly formed."

"Do you really think so, Chris. You're not just saying that, are you? You really think I am handsome and that my penis is nice?" He seemed so like a little boy wanting to be reassured.

"Yes, Cal. Very handsome indeed. I am so honored that you would show this to me. How special of you to trust me to see your most intimate parts. Thank you so much."

Cal smiled in relief. His cock did not become erect, even though she was only a foot away inspecting him. Reaching for the photo, she held it up to compare with what Cal was displaying. 

"Cal, I think you might be even more handsome than this man. His cock is very nice, but it's almost too big. Yours is so well proportioned. I think this guy used a pump to make himself look so big. You are every bit as smooth and the curve of your cock is nicely subtle, whereas I think his is too pronounced." Chris was working very hard to use the immediacy of the session to drive home a lasting lesson.

It is the work she did. She took people at their most vulnerable and made them feel acceptable and whole. She had a client who used to say that she took away the "ick-factor." To her, nothing was icky. There were things that were not preferred and could be harmful, but most of what her clients brought to her had no ick-factor about them.

Cal thanked her and pulled his pants up again. He had tears in his eyes and he fastened his belt. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Thank you, Cal. You do good work. Let's see how things go and we'll meet back in two weeks, okay?

Cal tried to stifle a sob and breathed deeply a few times. "Okay. That is a good plan. Thanks. I'll see you." He had been so broken by his self-loathing. Chris gave him back his self-esteem and made him proud to be a man. His wife loved him of course, but now he felt handsome as well. It was a wonderful feeling and he was deeply grateful. 

As he left, Chris, realized that the light and free feeling she had was gone. She was deeply affected by Cal's pain. She had professional boundaries, of course, but she could not come that close to someone's despair, maker herself vulnerable to it, and yet be unaffected. Paul, gave her something fun and not painful to enjoy. Her clients needed her and she needed to be able to carry their burdens.

She decided to visit the glory hole again. She needed the release that the anonymous sex would provide. Looking at Cal's cock earlier, she had an overwhelming desire to hold it, even to kiss it. But she could not of course. She could however, do all that at the hotel where the glory hole was located.

She said goodbye to her colleagues and got into her car. Her mind was shifting already and she got that funny feeling between her shoulders every time she was about to experience dangerous, yet releasing sex. She drove to the hotel and slipped past the desk to the bar. She nodded to the concierge as she passed, the sign she wanted to use the room. 

She ordered herself a cosmopolitan and drank it quickly. The cold alcohol helped to ease her inhibitions. She ordered a second one, but drank a bit more slowly watching the folks in the bar wondering if one of the men would be her rendezvous. Ten minutes later, Chris was passing the concierge again, this time going down the hallway past the conference rooms. There at the end of the hallway was the employee-only bathroom. It was the same place she had visited several weeks before. 

She walked in and felt a rush of relief as she recognized the surroundings. The ornate frames and the tony wallpaper gave it a very upscale appearance. It was definitely not the dirty public restroom operation that so many glory holes were. This one was really sort of glorious.

Chris removed her clothing and, laying a cotton towel on it first, sat on the toilet seat. Tears came to her eyes as she began to recall the clients she had seen in the last week. Each case came clear and each it of pain or shame revealed itself again to her. She started to masturbate slowly as she remembered the men and women who had told her their stories. The angry clients were the worst because they hurt the most and often hurt others. She would carry all the sins on her shoulders and be led into the wilderness of anonymous sex to lay them all down. She was their scapegoat. It is why the church hired her at the family life center. She was the minister to the lost.

She leaned against the toilet tank and jumped when the cold porcelain touched her back. She leaned again and allowed the cold to arouse her more. She grabbed her breast and kneaded them, mashing them and then pulling them away from her chest. Her nipples began to rise slowly from the touching.

She heard a click on the other side of the wall. Forgetting earlier to take the picture down that covered the six-inch hole, Chris reached over and removed it. Light poured in from the next room. The last time, the man turned the light off so as to remain as hidden as possible. This time, she was able to see him as he moved closer to the wall. 

His striped trousers told her he was a businessman, probably used to call girls or at least better than back-ally blow-jobs. He slid out of his shoes and walked closer to the hole. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. As he came nearer, he was pulling on his cock and drawing his balls down letting their weight descend to their fullest. Something about him was familiar. He took very good care of himself. She liked it that he had shaved. 

He put two fingers through the wall and invited her to touch them. Chris hooked her fingers around them and rubbed the backs with her thumb. She was a gentle person and she wanted to be gentle even with this stranger. He pulled his fingers back and put his semi-stiff penis through the hole. He managed to stand close enough that he could lift his balls through as well. His face must have been held tight against the wall to do this because his cock was not overly large. It was merely nicely proportioned. The way it joined his body was neat and efficient. His cock neither bent to the side now upward. It was just a very nice, straight penis. Nothing special except that it was so ordinary, so well hung, and so well-cared for.

Chris looked at it for a while studying it. Maybe all penises look alike, like sheep in a flock. There was something familiar though, so she kept looking. Unable to figure out what it was, she held it in her hand. The man's cock jumped at her soft touch and filled quickly to its maximum length. 

The crown of his penis was smooth and the cleft seemed to be carved skillfully. The ring from his circumcision was a deep brown against the evenly colored shaft. But for the maroon head, his penis was the same color all the way to its root. 

His balls were hanging low and distinct. Chris liked to see men's testicles. As a woman, they were so foreign to her as to be fascinating. She was as fascinated by them as men were by breasts. She held her hand out and weighed his balls rolling them between her fingers. 

She was lost in her study and enjoying the close examination. Something was familiar about him. Unable to put her finger on the nagging thought, she instructed herself to get aroused or she would not be able to concentrate on bringing herself off or the man, either. 

It was a very nice cock. She leaned in to smell it and she noticed a faint aroma of cologne. Even after a day at work, the man's pungency was muted by his cologne. She liked that complex smell. She ran her nose along his shaft and let it slide against her cheek. Holding it firmly against each eye, she felt the heat all along her cheek. 

The man sighed on the other side of the wall and relaxed his stance. Her pace had calmed him too, apparently. She continued to rub his cock against her face loving the softness of his cockhead against her own skin. 

She opened her mouth and took him in slowly letting the crown pry her lips apart. As it entered her mouth the ridge on his crown rubbed against the roof of her mouth and the cleft drew across her tongue. She pushed against him until he was fully in her. Then she began to suck on it. She conformed her mouth to his shape and held it there. 

Tears began to fill her eyes again and thoughts of her clients came back. She took the offering the man was giving and she consumed it. It was the staff of life able to take her burdens away. 

Tears splashed on her breasts and she rubbed them in. Grieving as she was for the sadness in her clients, she let her tears wash her thoughts away. She gripped the man in her mouth until her jaw ached. He moved slightly losing patience, wanting her to blow him in earnest.

Instead, Chris pulled him out and held him in her hand again. She rose up and let his cock slide against her breasts. She glided it over each globe and made small circles around her areolas, like a fat pencil coloring those centers pink. Her nipples responded to the feeling and her passion to the sight. 

She began to jerk him slowly. Spitting on his cock, she mixed his own pre-cum with her saliva. With her other hand she reached down and fingered herself. She kept perfect rhythm between his cock and her twat. 

As her own dew began to accumulate on her fingers, she decided she wanted him to fuck her. "Do I have a condom in my purse," she wondered. Here was a dilemma: did she break the action and look for one or change getting a disease or pregnant. Dr. Alan Beal had sternly warned about not taking unreasonable risks. It was the advice she would give her clients. 

She let his cock free and kissed it quickly to let the man know she was not quitting. Her was curious about the sudden change in tempo and touch, but was patient as well. He heard her rummaging around and became a little worried that she might do something to his unprotected prick. He was vulnerable and exposed. Maybe he should pull back and look to see what she was doing. 

Just as he had decided to retreat, he felt her warm mouth surround his cock again. But this time it was different. He felt a constriction down the length of his cock. It was warm and tight when he was in her mouth. Then it felt cool, but the feeling of constriction remained. 

Chris had put a condom over his cock using her mouth. Rather than break the mood, he was excited and wished he could have seen it. He was replaying it in his mind when he felt her envelope his cock in a wet and slippery tunnel. He knew she had back up to the hole and that he was fucking her from behind. He was pulled into her.

He dove as far as he could. He loved how hot and wet she was. Even though he had a condom on, the feeling was a delight. He withdrew slowly and pushed in again. At first they could not coordinate their rhythm. Then she planted her ass against the wall and let him lead the dance.

She bent forward and let her breasts dangle. Her legs were spread and she leaned back against the wall, so both her hands were free. Her pussy was in direct line with the glory hole, perfect target for the cock aiming at her. She held her tits in each hand. Pulling down felt good and the blood seemed to warm them as it was drawn down by gravity and her squeezing them. Her nipples became engorged and Chris wished that she had milk to express. She thought now of Paul and how she would like to give him her breast to suckle. She would give him milk, too if she had any.

Thoughts of her clients had receded as Chris was enjoying a hot fuck. All she had to do was stay there and let him plow her. She felt no need to diddle herself, his cock was sliding well enough in and out that she knew she would have a deep vaginal orgasm. 

She let it build. Ughhh...ugh...ughhhh....Mmmmm....mmmmm, she groaned now with each plunge of the man's hot cock. She wanted him to fuck her all night this way. Each stab hit the deepest parts of her vagina and rasped against her g-spot. His balls occasionally slapped against her clit, but it was his steady drilling that affected her most.

He was enjoying the actions and seemed to be quickening the pace. If she was going to orgasm, she better bear down. She did not want him to ejaculate and then stop fucking her. She pinched her nipples hard and bit her lip. She let herself become more vocal as she rose in her passion.

He was grunting on the other side of the wall. In a muffled way, she heard him telling her how good she was to fuck. How much he had wanted to fuck her all along. It hit her like a brick: It was Calvin who was fucking her! It was his cock she had complimented earlier in the day and it was his cock that was pumping into her. She was being fucked by her client.




Chris Dunn Ch. 08



The sudden jolt of anxiety sent her libido into overdrive and she began to orgasm. It screamed up from her feet and raced electrically between her thighs converging in her pussy. Heat and light flooded over her. She began to sweat as the orgasm then pricked across the skin of her back up to her head. Her scalp was on fire. At the same time her breasts felt flooded and heavy. Even her nipples burned with an intensity she had rarely known. It was a complete explosion of sensation and she enjoyed every agonizing moment.

Calvin still pumped into her furiously, now that he could feel the effect he had on her. He froze, moved, and froze again. He then started to ejaculate into the condom. He poured semen deep into her, throwing it from his cock head into the reservoir at the end of the rubber. He stabbed her hard as he finished cumming. They stood locked into one another as their individual waves subsided. She hung on his cock and he stood planted against the wall with his dick deep in her cunt. 

They had helped each other. She had blessed him in her office and he had revived her in the anonymity of a hotel restroom. The intimacy lasted for some time, as he was able to stay hard and stay inside. Neither wanted to move. Chris just let the feeling wane on its own accord. He was exhausted and plastered against his wall.

When at last his cock had softened, it did not take much movement on her part to dislodge him. She dripped with cunt-juice. He was wet with sweat. Calvin withdrew and pulled back into the other room. He rested on a chair in the next room as Chris slowly began to recover herself and her belongings. She did not want to see Calvin. She was grateful for the pain-releasing fuck, but it would be too complicated if they acknowledged each other.

Chris dressed and started to open the door. As she rehung the picture over the hole, she put face to the hole. Calvin could clearly see it was she. She saw and recognized the striped trousers and knew it was he. "Thank you, Calvin. I told you that you had a beautiful cock."

She walked wobbly down the hallway past the concierge. She nodded to her and the concierge smiled back at Chris.