It was happening again. She wished she knew why it always happened to her. She just couldn't quite understand....
This time the man was her therapist. Other times it had been friends, family, co-workers, strangers..... This time, she barely knew the man, but, just like with the others, she was helpless to stop him. And - just like the other times - her breath started coming fast and she could feel the pressure building in her swollen clit. Her head started to spin as she felt the spasms in her pussy and then the orgasm crashed over her. She moaned loudly as she squirmed herself against the rock hard cock that continued to ram into her over and over and over....
The effect was always the same. Her uncontrollable orgasms made the man think that she was loving what he was doing to her. "That's it, come for me baby," he said to her. His cock pounded into her even harder, encouraged by her reaction.
Inside, Stacy was struggling against the man. Inside, she was pushing him away, trying to get him off of her. Inside, she was begging him to stop.
Outside, she was also struggling - struggling to hold onto her ankles as she spread her legs wide. Outside she was also pushing - pushing herself onto his cock with each thrust. Outside she was also begging. "Oh god, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
She had gone to see the therapist to try to figure out why she acted this way. Why she was unable to resist men. Eventually, he asked her to tell him about her childhood, so she told him how she had been raised by her aunt. Her aunt taught her all the right ways to behave. How to dress properly. How to be polite to everyone. And her aunt also taught her another lesson - how to fuck like a cheap whore.
She remembered how during the day, her aunt was a very proper, very polite southern lady. She spoke in a fine manner, dressed very nicely, and took care of her home. Lots of women came over to socialize and they would drink tea and chat about all sorts of things.
But at night, her aunt was a very different women. She still had lots of visitors, but they were only men - friends that her husband brought home with him. Many of them were married to the same women who had visited during the day. Just like during the day, at night she also dressed nicely. A corset laced up tightly that left her tits fully exposed were one of her favorite outfits. Stockings and heels were always worn, although panties were somehow always forgotten. Her lips were always thick with lipstick and her eyes fixed beautifully.
Stacy would sneak out of her room at night into the hallway upstairs and peak over the balcony at what went on below. The mouth that spoke in such a refined way during the day was filled with the coarsest of language at night. Her aunt urged the men that had come to visit with her uncle to fuck her in every hole she had, often all holes at once. Her uncle was usually there, but not always. Sometimes he got a little rough with her, slapping her face lightly then shoving his hard cock into her mouth. He liked to tell her what a slut she was as he or another man fucked her. Her aunt loved it all and would come repeatedly in orgasm after orgasm.
As she lay on his reclining chair, Stacy told the psychologist that she thought maybe this is what made her act the way she did - feeling like she was resisting and avoiding men on the inside while her body seemed to do exactly the opposite on the outside. As she described her problem, telling him how it was hard for her to keep a man from having his way with her, the psychologist raised his eyebrows.
"That's a very interesting problem," he said to her. He tried to resist letting his eyes wander over her body, but it was hard when a girl shows up wearing such a tight, revealing top and a very short skirt. Even harder when she had a body like Stacy's. "It seems you have a disconnect between your conscious desires and something deeper. Between your mind and your body."
"Yes, that's exactly right. That's the problem. I can't seem to make my body resist," she answered. She noticed him looking at her, and before she realized it she slowly slid a finger up across her full lips, into the corner of her mouth, and let her tongue slide across it sensuously. Her eyes drifted down to his cock, and she wondered how big it was, then she realized what she was doing and tried to get herself back under control. Too late, though. She could already feel her nipples swell larger and her pussy started to get all wet. On top of that, when she looked back into his eyes she could tell that he knew where her mind had wandered to...
"I would never have guessed it," he said as he put down his paper. "You look like such a nice girl," he commented. His eyes drifted down to her large tits and his mouth almost watered at the sight of the large nipples sticking out from her tight shirt. He reached out and stroked her bare leg as he spoke, as if to reassure her of that fact. In reality, his cock grew stiff as he felt the smooth skin of her thigh. He wondered what would happen if he slid his hand a little higher. He wondered if what she had told him was true. Slowly he moved his hand over her skin until he was just under her short little skirt.
"Tell me what you were doing when you were watching your aunt," he said to her. "What you were feeling?"
Stacy could feel herself starting to go into her meltdown mode. She knew what was going to happen next and she couldn't stop it. She knew it was wrong, but in spite of herself she spread her legs open so he could move his hand higher. She saw his eyes on her tits so she slid her hands back behind the chair, making her shoulders pull back and her chest thrust out. She'd seen her aunt do this many times, on her knees in front of a man presenting her bare tits to him as she sucked his cock. She looked at this man now as his eyes went from hers to her tits to her legs then back again.
"I would touch myself," she confessed to him. "I knew it was wrong, but.... it just felt so good." Stacy remembered how sexy her aunt looked when she held her arms behind her back and sucked a hard cock. "It always made me feel very..... dirty. Like I was doing something wrong.... being a bad girl."
As she talked, he slid one hand up her skirt until his fingers found her panties, pushing them aside so he could stroke her wet pussy. With his other hand, he reached over and squeezed her large tits through her shirt. Looking into her eyes, he saw the confusion that reigned inside her. They were almost pleading with him to stop, to leave her alone. At the same time, he could feel how stiff her nipples were through her top and how wet her pussy was under her skirt. He saw how she made her body fully available to his touch.