***A note from the author: If you're jumping into this series with Part 02, don't worry. There is still plenty to enjoy. Background on certain details and setting is waiting for you in Part 01.***
The door clicked behind him as he entered her office, a small wet dot of precum on the inside of his boxers momentarily grabbing his attention as he moved inside. He had been thinking about today's session for a while, and could hardly focus on the road during his drive to her office.
"Welcome, hello!" She stood behind her desk and smiled as he politely shook her outreached hand. She wore a thin, blue knit V-neck sweater and brown denim pants. As always, her athletic body loved showing off in the form of contours on her relatively modest clothing. "I received your note, and have made some preparations as we discussed. I think we're ready for this exploration." He felt his balls flex, not just at the words she spoke but also that slight accent of hers. Fluent, but somewhat halting on certain syllables. It was cute. "Please, come in and sit."
"Impregnation fantasy is very common, but everybody experiences it somewhat differently. Some have a very deep emotional attachment to this act, others see it more plainly. How do you experience it?"
"For me, this exploration will help me explore my potency with another woman," Daniel said. "I am hoping to experience the primal reproductive act, and the role-play, I hope, will clear away the fog that makes intercourse seem mechanical and time-based to something that makes sense emotionally and spiritually."
"I understand - there is a desire to create an emotional connection through experiencing the physical act."
"Yes, that's right." She smiled. She always found a lift in understanding her clients.
"Do you wish to create characters? Do you want me to assume an identity?" He paused, unsure, but at last found an answer he was comfortable with.
"I'd like you to be yourself." She nodded to him, but inside she twinkled. Though she was a professional and this relationship within the context of her profession, she granted herself the latitude to appreciate certain things quietly in the back of her mind, unshared and secret. She liked that her own identity was what he would be experiencing.
"When we begin our session in earnest, I will seek to move through the experience with you naturally. Should we need to stop at any time, either one of us can end the experience using the safe word 'saga.' Do you wish to proceed now or do you need any time to prepare?"
"I am ready now." She acknowledged as they stood. She walked a step ahead of him towards the session room and opened its heavy door. Her scent was amplified today, a stream of what seemed like floral pheromones wafted behind her as he glanced across her curves. Always in these moments, things felt so unreal. He would soon penetrate this woman, and if the experience went as planned, climax inside her. The spot of precum in his boxers had grown to a wet patch that threatened to become visible on the outside of his jeans. The door clicked behind them, the camera, he knew, was now rolling.
The room was tidy, the bed made, and a small jar of aromatic oils gave the air a warm, welcoming scent of cinnamon and cloves. The lights were on, soft and pleasant, and the door to the small bathroom was shut. His mind raced. It was as though he didn't even know where to hang his arms. She turned to face him.
"Daniel," she said, looking directly into his eyes. "I want you to get me pregnant." Her voice surged through his ears. Her friendly and cordial glance turned intense and smoky. Parted lips sent warm breath towards him, her upper body slightly arched in such a way as to stack her breasts higher within her blue sweater. Her statement was entirely, wholly believable, and he was stunned in his place. She stepped towards him and placed an urgent, delicious kiss on his lips, her palms against his jawline on either side and her pelvis pushing against his. She could feel him jabbing her thigh, a ready erection already blatant.
His hands found her hips and ribs, pulling her against him. He pushed his hips onto her, a reminder of his excitement and readiness, and an acknowledgment of what was to come. It was a greenlight for them both to fuck. She kissed him eagerly, tonguing him with urgency and drawing in his scent and breath. His hands found the hem of her sweater, and drew it upward. Her skin was so soft, her body so warm and fragrant. Obediently, she raised her arms to allow removal of her sweater, exposing a black lace bra that cupped her supple breasts but did little to conceal her tight, excited nipples. As her arms came down, they went to work removing his button down shirt and pulled him closer to the bed. She panted lightly, her cheeks flushed. She felt ravishingly sexy in this moment, and her body was growing ready to take him. Seated on the edge of the bed while he stood, she hurriedly pulled off her belt and drew down her brown denim jeans. Slipping off her flats and easing out of her pants, she now sat before him in her underwear. Her hands went to work, removing his belt with similar urgency. She brought her face to his navel, licking his belly as she undid his button and zipper, pulling his jeans down to his thighs. His surging cock tented his boxers along side her face. He bent, kicking off his shoes, removing his jeans, and tossing his shirt to the bedside.
"Let me see your cock," she whispered. These moments were surreal. For her, her want was genuine. She anticipated his cock, excited to see his member, and excited to have him. He pulled down his boxers and tossed them aside. His cock jutted proudly towards her, a long drop of precum oozing from its tip. He had trimmed himself recently, his balls, bare, tight and pulled close to his body. With her right hand, she grasped its shaft and pulled it towards her face. With eyes closed, she placed a long, lingering kiss upon its sensitive underside. He flexed upon the amazing sensation, and a tiny squirt of fluid leaped onto the lens of her glasses. "You're so ready," she said excitedly. He reached back and unclasped her bra, pulling it from her shoulders. His reach behind her gave her a chance to take his cock into her mouth. He arced over her, her lips encircling him as she moved her tongue madly across every surface she could reach. He groaned heavily, his cock alight with pleasure. She drew back, removing him from her mouth with a wet pop. She shifted, sliding her panties down over her legs to join him in full nudity.
"Your panties," he whispered. She gave them to him. He felt her wetness in them, the crotch steeped in her moisture. Had she masturbated prior? Was this all new? Was she this hot?
"I'm so wet for you, Daniel," she acknowledged with a hot outward breath. The concept of "session" and "professionalism" seemed infinitely distant. She was so goddamn believable. She knew how wet she was. She always spent a little time getting herself excited before a session - finger play, maybe a bullet vibrator over her pants - and this time was no different. But the intensity of this moment and perhaps their natural connection had ignited genuine excitement throughout her body. He dropped her panties aside, and moved towards her. She lied on her back onto the bed, her legs spread and hanging down towards the floor. He took hold of his shaft, running the tip of his head through the folds of her sopping, expectant crotch. His cockhead tasted her, her warm pink flesh raw and ready. Their juices mixed into a cocktail of hot lubricant. Up and down, he painted her entrance with precum, each time he moved across her clit, she felt a heated shock through her body and a light whimper escaped her open mouth.
