back. Swanson could feel Sam’s erect nipple and was turned on by the fact that Sam was turned on by her. She stopped resisting her advances and allowed Samantha to take control.
Samantha nibbled on Swanson’s earlobe, then kissed down her neck to her clavicle and back to her lips while exploring every curve of her body with her hands. How far would her therapist let her go, she wondered, as she longed to taste that pussy. Sam slid her hands down to Swanson’s ass and hiked up her dress while rubbing her large, but firm, round cheeks. Once the hem was at panty level, Sam moved down Swanson’s body and ducked her head under the dress. She pulled Swanson’s panties to the floor, removed them, and forced her doctor to spread her legs. Sam reached up through the interior of the dress with her left hand to squeeze and play with Swanson’s right breast while she used her right hand to probe her pussy. She moved her fingers in and out of her vagina, through her lips, around her clit, and back. Then she began gently licking and flicking Swanson’s clit with her tongue, and inserted three fingers into her widening and swelling pussy.
Swanson moaned with pleasure and reflexively reached down to press Sam’s head harder into her. Sam loved this and her doc’s excitement made her even hotter. She spread Swanson’s legs a little further apart, sucked and licked her clit harder and faster, and slid another finger inside. As she forcefully thrust her fingers into Swanson’s now-dripping pussy, she turned her head sideways and began sucking the lips together hard against her clit. She pushed her face in deep one final time as she fingered and devoured Swanson, and the therapist’s hips flew forward while her hands remained tight against the back of Sam’s head.
As her final moans of pleasure faded and her muscles began to relax, Sam slowly slid back up Swanson’s body, hugged her around the waist and gave her gentle, loving kisses on the lips and neck.
“You taste so good,” Samantha whispered. “I could eat you all day.” She kissed Swanson one more time passionately on the lips and said, “I think we made some progress today,” before tossing some of the money CEO Laura had given her on the doctor’s desk and heading for the door.
4
The Business“man”
It was almost 11 p.m. on Wednesday night as Samantha approached the residence of her first call of the evening. She knew the routine. The client was a mid-30s, Beverly Hills “trust fund baby” with a businessman fetish, except she liked the role of the businessman to be played by a woman in drag. Hence, Sam’s sharp, fitted, Tom Ford men’s suit, Gucci leather men’s shoes and matching briefcase. With her short wavy hair and athletic build, Samantha could pass for a man from a distance. Up close, however, one could see that her features were fine and feminine, and there was a gentle curve in the suit from the pressure of her breasts.
“Honey, I’m home!” Samantha bellowed in a deep voice as she strode up the front steps, past the tall pillars, across the mansion’s vast portico, and swung the tall front doors open.
“Oh, baby,” the tall brunette cooed as she approached Samantha in a silky red negligee, black come-fuck-me pumps and a bottle of champagne in one hand. “You must have had such a long day.” She grabbed the briefcase from Sam’s hand and kissed her on the cheek.
“I did, sweetheart, but it was worth it to come home to you,” Samantha replied and slapped her on the ass.
“Oh, daddy!” Traci cried as she turned and led Sam up the staircase to the master bedroom. “I’ve been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for you allll day, and I’ve had such naughty thoughts in my head.” She entered the room and threw the briefcase on the bed.
“Is that right?” Sam replied with mock concern as she followed her inside. “What kinds of naughty thoughts?”
“Well,” Traci
Samantha nibbled on Swanson’s earlobe, then kissed down her neck to her clavicle and back to her lips while exploring every curve of her body with her hands. How far would her therapist let her go, she wondered, as she longed to taste that pussy. Sam slid her hands down to Swanson’s ass and hiked up her dress while rubbing her large, but firm, round cheeks. Once the hem was at panty level, Sam moved down Swanson’s body and ducked her head under the dress. She pulled Swanson’s panties to the floor, removed them, and forced her doctor to spread her legs. Sam reached up through the interior of the dress with her left hand to squeeze and play with Swanson’s right breast while she used her right hand to probe her pussy. She moved her fingers in and out of her vagina, through her lips, around her clit, and back. Then she began gently licking and flicking Swanson’s clit with her tongue, and inserted three fingers into her widening and swelling pussy.
Swanson moaned with pleasure and reflexively reached down to press Sam’s head harder into her. Sam loved this and her doc’s excitement made her even hotter. She spread Swanson’s legs a little further apart, sucked and licked her clit harder and faster, and slid another finger inside. As she forcefully thrust her fingers into Swanson’s now-dripping pussy, she turned her head sideways and began sucking the lips together hard against her clit. She pushed her face in deep one final time as she fingered and devoured Swanson, and the therapist’s hips flew forward while her hands remained tight against the back of Sam’s head.
As her final moans of pleasure faded and her muscles began to relax, Sam slowly slid back up Swanson’s body, hugged her around the waist and gave her gentle, loving kisses on the lips and neck.
“You taste so good,” Samantha whispered. “I could eat you all day.” She kissed Swanson one more time passionately on the lips and said, “I think we made some progress today,” before tossing some of the money CEO Laura had given her on the doctor’s desk and heading for the door.
4
The Business“man”
It was almost 11 p.m. on Wednesday night as Samantha approached the residence of her first call of the evening. She knew the routine. The client was a mid-30s, Beverly Hills “trust fund baby” with a businessman fetish, except she liked the role of the businessman to be played by a woman in drag. Hence, Sam’s sharp, fitted, Tom Ford men’s suit, Gucci leather men’s shoes and matching briefcase. With her short wavy hair and athletic build, Samantha could pass for a man from a distance. Up close, however, one could see that her features were fine and feminine, and there was a gentle curve in the suit from the pressure of her breasts.
“Honey, I’m home!” Samantha bellowed in a deep voice as she strode up the front steps, past the tall pillars, across the mansion’s vast portico, and swung the tall front doors open.
“Oh, baby,” the tall brunette cooed as she approached Samantha in a silky red negligee, black come-fuck-me pumps and a bottle of champagne in one hand. “You must have had such a long day.” She grabbed the briefcase from Sam’s hand and kissed her on the cheek.
“I did, sweetheart, but it was worth it to come home to you,” Samantha replied and slapped her on the ass.
“Oh, daddy!” Traci cried as she turned and led Sam up the staircase to the master bedroom. “I’ve been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for you allll day, and I’ve had such naughty thoughts in my head.” She entered the room and threw the briefcase on the bed.
“Is that right?” Sam replied with mock concern as she followed her inside. “What kinds of naughty thoughts?”
“Well,” Traci
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