“How you like my costume for tonight’s Easter party?”
Berseh came crashing into the bedroom and looked into the mirror.
Em turned and looked at her.
“It’s .. eh ..”
His mind wandered down below, before he found the word he was looking for.
Berseh turned around and back again, noticing Em’s hesitation.
Em turned towards the cabinet. “I got you something to go with that.”
“Why? You think it is too..?”
“No. I like it. Nice ears, great heels. What’s more to like?”
She said it with a smile.
“What’s that behind your back?”
“Just a little extra, to complete your costume.”
He showed her.
“Let me help you with this.”
Berseh was shocked! How could he?
Then she saw the smile on his face. That wicked smile.
She turned and ran away.
I watched her face closely. Her expression, her body language.
And above all, her reactions to the touching of her skin, the moistness when he entered her,
and her erect nipples when the other one folded his lips around them, one by one.
She was ready. Maybe one more session, before letting her go.
A simple nod from me was enough to send the men away.
Leaving the woman behind, who was still breathing hard.
Rocking her body slowly to the rhythmic moves she followed a few moments ago.
For a few minutes, I kept watching her. Until she landed from the erotic cloud she had been on.
Her fingers trailing the fluids he left, slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs.
My fingers trailed the same fluids, caressing her swollen lips.
She held her breath; because she thought it was over. And it was.
I walked around and made her suck my fingers clean.
Sensing her tongue between my fingers, stirring my own reactions.
I quickly abandoned the thoughts and opened my eyes.
She blinked when I took the blindfold away. Licking her lips, before looking up to me.
I should not have wiped that drop from her lips, letting her clean one last finger; a moment of weakness.
“You did well. Please leave your cheque at the desk when you leave.”
I pushed her towards the dressing room. My secretary will book another session for her.
One of those sessions I really like; a sensual erotic vibe coming from all participants.
I am allowed to watch. To observe those bodies, the touching.
I can imagine the sensations of the men playing with her, taking it slow, building up the tension, until…
My thoughts linger when my last button doesn’t come off quick enough.
But then I am ready. Naked, the way I was born.
I toss the door to the men’s room wide open and return to the couch.
Just before I put on the blindfold, I see a glimpse of the men approaching.
Big, virile. And ready for action once more.
I am not used to being the client; giving away control is not that easy…
My body reacts to the powerful throbbing between my breasts.
When I feel that tongue at the top of my crack, hot and wet, I surrender.
And abandon my urge to stay in control.
No need for instructions, they know what to do.
T.E.T. Therapy Efficiency Testing
Nakano, sex therapist
I guess berseh is enjoying the local culture across the big pond. Must be fun!
"No! This is not normal! This…"
"Ease down, lady. It’s just a local game of spinnin’. You did enjoy yourself last time, didn’t ya?
Now me and the boys are showing you some rope tricks too. Local stuff, ya know?
Such a fine-looking gal like yourself shouldn’t worry too much, I reckon."
"But, you undressed me!?"
"Sure thing, hon, we don’t want them fine European clothes getting wet, now don’t we?"
"Wet? What do you mean, wet?"
"Well, bombie, You see them row of beers on that bar? I reckon that’s coming your way and then…"
"Whaaaat!? Don’t you dare throw that…"
"And then me and these fine young studs here will lick it from your body."
"…beer on me. What are you? Primitives? A bunch of cowbo…
Licking you said?"
"Yee, ma’am, sure did."
A graphical hobbyist with a chaotic mind.
inspired by...actually everything.
Anything can trigger an idea which I then want to convert into a picture;
another picture, a remark, an event, the news, you name it.
Which accounts for my different creations and too little time.