My Slutty Ways

Now I know what everybody thinks--A slut with such humongous knockers as myself must indeed be fiction—well my stories may have been fictionalized in parts, but I am indeed real. I am 6' 2" tall, blonde-haired, have eyes the color of glacial ice, am very in shape with an 18" wasp waist and am blessed with an all natural set of 60DD breasts. Yes, I know I look like the proverbial Valkyrie come to take a warrior off to Valhalla, but being a slut is my real advocation.

Take the other night for example. I had just got my last patient for the day and he was gorgeous. Oh, did I mention, I work as a sex therapist? No, well, now you know why it is my advocation. Where else can I fuck like a minx, tell people the best way to do it and get paid handsomely for it rather than arrested?

As this 6' tall, brown-haired, hazel-eyed god walked into my office I about creamed my panties. Or I would have if I actually bothered to wear any.

"Now," I began, "how can I help you today Mr. Jameson?"

"Well," he started, "it is kind of uncomfortable to talk about."

"That is why I am here. Nothing between you and I leaves this room," except, I thought, maybe the moans as you fuck me hard, fast and deep.

"I am not sure how to begin. So please excuse me for being blunt ma'am, but my girlfriend is upset that I seem to have a mental block against certain sexual play," he continued.

"We all have those dear," I said.

I could see in his eyes he was not sure exactly how to continue on, but he stammered on anyway.

"I can't eat her out ma'am and that bothers her, especially as she loves to eat me," he stammered out at last.

"There is nothing wrong with that. Have you tried doing it before at all or is it simply a matter that the idea of it turns you off," I inquired.

He went bright red at the question.

"Well, the idea I find intriguing, but the actual act seems to turn me off. Is there anything you can do to help me," he said.

"Indeed there is, but I must warn you that sex therapy is considered a fairly new form of therapy and therefore can take a bit more time then the more conventional forms of therapy," I explained.

"I'll do anything, anything at all, to please my girlfriend."

"Ok, well let's begin with something simple. A quiz if you will."

I handed him the same form I use with all of my lovers. It is a sceneing questionnaire. In more understandable terms, it is a way of learning about one's desires, one's experiences and one's tendencies during sex and/or BDSM sceneing.

The look as he saw it was one of sheer confusion and excitement. At least his cock seemed to be rather hard from looking at the form. A large tent pole seemed to have replaced where his cock was as he read the form and by its mere outline one could tell he sure had one heck of a pussy pleaser.

"Here is the thing," I continued, "Sex therapy requires I know this information so that I can best figure out the way to integrate your desires and experiences into treating your condition. There will be times when my questions may seem coarse or none of my business, but I assure you I am only asking them to help you. Please keep this in mind before refusing to answer them."

"Yes ma'am," he replied simply.

Somehow I thought that we were on the right track. It seemed to me that he was very much the submissive type and that he would follow orders rather well. That would make his therapy all the simpler—not to mention enjoyable for me.

Of course, having any man in my chambers was enjoyable for me, not to mention arousing for them while they looked at my sizeable endowments for an hour (assuming I didn't fuck them), but it also gave me a chance to do what I like to do best: tease men until they cum in their pants, become my slaves or make me theirs. It looked like I was well on the way to having a new slave all to myself for a while anyway whilst I trained him how to eat pussy and enjoy it. I have a feeling it will take a lot of therapy and a lot of practice.

"Mr. Jameson," I stated rather bluntly, "I need to know the level of your skill at cunnilingus as well as your reaction to the act of doing it. Therefore, we will begin rather simply. Remove your clothes, come here on your knees and eat my pussy out!"

I could tell he was pulled in two directions at once: Doing what was necessary to move the therapy along and being faithful to his girlfriend. I must admit the hesitation was pleasing to me as it meant that I was dealing with someone who would benefit from my therapy and not just use it as an excuse to get some extra pussy—namely mine.

Being a slut I am sure it is no surprise to you that I never wear--and haven't in many, many years---undergarments. Bras and panties, even the smallest ones, only slow down how quickly I can have a long, thick, hard, pulsing cock between my legs, in my ass, between my breasts or all the way down my throat. I simply pulled my dress up, rammed his head between my legs and let him get to work.

As it turned out, he is pretty good with his tongue—professionally speaking of course. Why he seemed to be turned off by something he was obviously very good at was the tough question that I would have to answer. I mean, why would you be so good at something you don't seem to enjoy doing?

Perhaps it was just natural talent, perhaps experience, but he sure knew just the right parts of my pussy to please. I've never had a man, or woman for that matter, eat my pussy as good as this patient did. His tongue worked my lips, clit and g-spot over in ways I could only describe as good enough to turn a frigid woman multi-orgasmic.

As his tongue slid slowly and sensuously over my lower lips I moaned a low moan of absolute pleasure. When he gently, yet insistently, pushed his tongue deep into my pussy and twirled it inside me somehow managing to, it seemed, hit both my clit and g-spot simultaneously I exploded so forcefully that the sheer amount of my release made him gag as he tried to swallow every drop.

What happened next sent me over the edge into sexual oblivion, but that is part two. Keep reading dear readers, keep stroking and the next part will be out soon. Of course, my stories are slow to come as I am cumming hard whilst I write them down.