This erotic story, by sex blogger Ella Scandal, originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Girl on the Net
I’m lying here, eyes open wide, legs open wider, straining to hear any sounds that might be coming from the room next door. I think I hear a muffled cry but I could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time my imagination ran away with me in here.
This room is too white. The walls, blinds, curtains and carpets are all white. Pryde’s Relaxation Centre is so clinical I’m always surprised by the way I feel as soon as I walk in to this particular room. Surprised by how my pussy starts to throb as I follow the instructions on the poster beside the window.
Remove all clothing.
Get comfortable on the sofa using the exaggerated arms as foot rests.
Apply a small amount of pleasure cream (given to you at reception) to your vulva.
Think relaxing thoughts, let yourself unwind and the next available therapist will be with you shortly.
I follow the guide to the letter, but instead of helping me unwind it winds me tighter. I always lie here, eyes glued to the small screen that’s fixed to the wall. The images on there are only seconds long flashes, barely visible long enough for me to make out one from the next. But every couple of minutes I pick out a bitten nipple or a swollen clit or a spurting cock.
By the time I’m certain I can hear shrieking coming from next door my pussy is soaking and the door behind me is opening with a soft creak.
A gentle dip on the backrest of the sofa. Warmth, the scent of body powder and the underlying tang of strong hand soap. Soft skin pressing against my cheek, hair tickling my ribs, a hard nipple coaxing my mouth open.
My lips close around it and I suck, but only for a minute. I want to do it a little longer but it’s being pulled away from me. I don’t even look at the woman who settles between my thighs. I keep my gaze fixed on the screen in front of me, picking out longer scenes now that the erotic images are starting to slow.
A private smile twitches at the corners of my lips as she kisses my stomach before wrapping her lips around my pulsing clit. All of the therapists smell and look the same, but Alicia has something that makes her stand out from the rest. For me, at least. She has a special way of moving her face so that her nose rubs my clit as her tongue plunders my depths, all while her long slender fingers tickle my anus.
She moans while she goes down on me, sinking one finger into my cunt and finding my G-spot immediately.
When I whisper “Eat that fucking pussy,” her nails dig into my hip and she bites my clit. The owner of the clinic hates that term. The official line is that Alicia is relieving my executive stress, but I know better. She’s eating me out and, though I would never tell anyone, she’s loving it almost as much as I am.
The hand that was scraping red gouges into my skin vanishes and I laugh, arching my spine, finally letting my eyes settle on Alicia’s dark hair. Her forehead creases, she bites her lip, both of her shoulders move, shaking her tits as she rams two fingers in and out of me while rubbing her clit hard and fast. She’s a rule breaker, and watching her do it with such fervency is so fucking hot.
My feet slip off the sofa onto the floor and Alicia gasps, pressing her face into my cunt, muffling the hot little cries that she isn’t supposed to be making. Even though my own orgasm is tearing me apart I still register her warm fluids splashing on my toes.
I stare at the TV screen, amazed once again that, right on cue, the titillating imagery has been replaced with a smiling woman floating blissfully on a peaceful lake. My ten minutes are up and I’ve never felt so satisfied.
Alicia gets to her feet. She takes a tissue from the box and wipes herself down, giving me a sheepish grin when I grab one and start to clean her juices off my foot. As soon as I’m cleaned up and dressed, she picks up my lanyard and slips my ID over my head. I kiss her, because I know that for the next four hours, she’s going to belong to everyone but me.
“You’re going to have to stop coming in here,” she laughs. “I know you miss me, but if my boss finds out I’m sneaking my new girlfriend in here so I can fuck her during my break she’ll fire me.”
Holding the door open for her, I follow her into the corridor. “Fire you?” I whisper as a few naked girls quietly say, good afternoon, Dr Pryde, as they walk past. “I would never do such a thing.”
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