Sally cut him off, "No, he doesn't ever intentionally hurt me. He just knows how to make me feel good. He knows how to eat me out; he eats me out like I'm the tastiest fruit in the world. And then he fucks me crazy. I mean, when he rams his cock into me, I'm like, screaming my head off because he's so big. But he doesn't ignore my needs. He waits for my pussy to stretch out first, and then he pounds me like he's lost his mind. And he gets so hard for me. All he has to do is look into my eyes, and he gets hard. I mean, can you imagine what that does to a girl like me? How sexy that makes me feel? It's such an amazing feeling, I can't even describe it."
Dr. Allen's dick was stiff as ever, pointing straight up and ready to take off like a rocket, so he stayed planted firm in his chair behind his mahogany desk. It was obvious that Sally worshiped Damian, who in all other situations seemed unworthy of such blind adoration. Dr. Allen felt like he was steering towards somewhat of a dead end with Sally singing her lover's praises. Perhaps he should try a more direct approach at this point. While Sally was still floating in dreamland, her eyes still gazing upwards, Dr. Allen decided to become more forthcoming.
"Sally, I'm going to ask you a direct question. Now, I understand if you need some time before answering it, or if you don't want to answer it at all, but I still need to ask it, alright?"
"It's alright. Go ahead."
"Abby, your co-worker, mentioned she saw your back a little while ago. Those welts on your back, Sally, how did you get those welts?" Just as soon as he had uttered the question, however, Dr. Allen felt he had struck a raw nerve, because Sally's sunny gaze suddenly dimmed ten-fold, and she quickly cast her eyes downward.
After what seemed an eternity, she finally spoke. Without looking up, she solemnly declared, "I don't want to answer that question."
Dr. Allen immediately regretted his decision to be direct with his new patient. After a few additional moments of complete silence, Sally quietly stood up, picked up her purse, and walked out of her therapist's office. Seconds later, Dr. Allen heard his front office door open and slam shut.
Oh well, he thought, it had at least been worth a try. He had needed to get to the bottom of things, so he momentarily took a chance with a different approach. Now, kicking himself for being uncharacteristically hasty, he lost himself in deep thought; he was jolted out of his pensive zone by the "beep, beep, beep, beep" that signaled the end of the session.
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"It's ok, I understand", Sally said in a demure voice. It was a phrase she found herself often uttering these days. Somehow, she had been obliged to repeat these words yet again; she was now beginning to sound like a broken record.
Why Sally had even agreed to be set up on a blind date again was beyond her own better judgment. She had experienced her fair share of disappointing dates and rejection engineered by a meddling third party; but Auntie seemed so hopeful and excited for her to meet this "nice young man who's really honest and sensitive", that about the thirteenth time she was pestered about it, Sally was finally worn down. She reckoned that her aunt would keep insisting on the meeting until Sally gave in, so she reluctantly agreed to meet the "nice young man".
While waiting for "the nice young man" to show up, Sally thought to herself, "I've already met the man God wants me to be with, so what I am doing agreeing to this blind date? Oh right, to make Auntie happy and finally get her off my back."
The blind date ended up being almost an hour of the most awkward interaction Sally ever endured with another person. Her aunt may have thought the young man was sensitive, but all Sally noticed was the way his head snapped around every time an attractive female walked by their small table at Starbucks. The young man, so praised by Auntie as honest, was truthful enough to give Sally the "It's not you; it's me" speech as their date wound down for the evening. So after about the tenth time Sally found herself saying, "It's ok, I understand", she lost it. Her normal reasoning was now getting ready to leave her.
Later that night in her bedroom, Sally lifted the covers off her pajama-clad body, rose from her bed, and, with almost robot-like movement, walked over to her armoire and got dressed. She seemed temporarily possessed, moving methodically as she finished putting on her clothes.
Since it was near the middle of the night and early springtime, Sally put on a scarf, a hat, thick socks, and a big coat. However, she wore a skirt underneath, not pants. Mere minutes later, she silently floated down the stairs to the living room, opened the front door, and proceeded to walk out into the night. It was indeed cold outside, but that didn't deter her one slightest bit. With resolute purpose, she walked down the almost deserted suburban street until she arrived at the night owl bus stop. The bus arrived shortly after, and Sally swiftly hopped in, noticing that she was the only passenger at that hour. Daydreaming for almost the whole ride into downtown, she finally got off the bus and started walking towards the direction she usually took to work. She noticed that the city street, which was almost empty, had been bustling full of people just hours earlier. Every now and then, out of the corner of her eye, she observed bums lying on their makeshift beds out in the open, and some approached her asking for money.
After a good hour of trekking from the "nice" part of town to the "not so nice", Sally was not in the least bit scared, tired, or discouraged, because at last, she arrived at the alley. As she entered the narrow walkway, she suddenly recalled how striking the stranger's green eyes had appeared to her the morning they met. All she could think of now was shoving his cock into her mouth and sucking on it like it was the sweetest lollipop. Sally wouldn't care who heard or saw her; all she could think about was satisfying her intense craving for the stranger.
She walked further in, and a few steps later spotted him sleeping in the same tattered clothes he wore the day they met. The alley stank of urine, and the night wind was still able to creep into the narrow hideaway. Sally noticed thick cardboard panels, crumpled up newspaper, and smelly blankets making up the handsome stranger's home. She also noticed bottles of whiskey lying around, though most of them were empty.
Snoring quietly, the man's face was buried in a soiled blanket. Not wanting to startle or jolt him awake, Sally decided to gently caress his arm. After a few seconds of stroking it, and not getting results, she decided to rub more forcefully. That did the trick. The man slowly came out of his deep sleep, and after a minute or two, opened his eyes to find a young woman kneeling next to him. At first, he thought he was still having the dream he had been having just minutes earlier. He had actually recognized the woman's face, but for her to be right in front of him in the alleyway, in the middle of the night, he was somewhat confused about that.
After a few minutes of trying to focus, the man realized the young woman's face remained fixed before him. He could even smell a fruity scent on her, which he guessed was strawberry or apple, or a mixture of the two. The young woman was gazing at him this whole time, never taking her eyes off his.
The man was utterly confused and speechless. But the young woman, she knew exactly what she was there for. She reached down to grab the man's belt and began unbuckling it. She then proceeded to unzip his pants, all the while staring at him intensely. She quickly reached inside and found his cock, already semi-hard, pulled it out, and wasted no time in sucking it. It grew stiff in her mouth at an alarming rate, hardly accustomed to such sweet attention.
"This is not real. I'm still having the dream", the man told himself, as Sally teased the tip of his cock with her flicking tongue. She then took a little break from sucking in order to nuzzle her face in his balls, rubbing her eyes, nose, and mouth against them.
Back to his cock, now completely hard; Sally took the whole engorged organ into her mouth, whereupon the man felt the softest, warmest piece of flesh his prick had ever had the pleasure of touching.
After a solid 10 minutes of being sucked, the man couldn't stand it anymore. Real or dream, he felt an intense urge to fuck the young woman in front of him. He quickly rose to his feet, took the girl's delicate hand and pulled her up to her feet. He then positioned her so that her ass was facing his cock. He fervently lifted up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and shoved his hard cock into her willing, waiting pussy.
