The Counselor

((Please note that everyone in this story is over the age of 18! This story also takes place in a somewhat fictional world, it came to me in a dream.))

"Violet!" Greta, Violet's mother, called from down the stairs. "Hurry! The Counselor will be here soon! Wear something appropriate, please!" Violet sighed looking at herself in the mirror, The Counselor would never find anything she owned appropriate. He was coming to judge their family's wealth and status to see if they should be deemed appropriate to move to the upper city. She slipped on a white lacey dress with a low cut neckline and was a tad too short. She put on a pair of strappy leather sandals and tied her dark hair into a ponytail that fell just past her shoulders. Before she left her room she slipped on a cropped cardigan. She buttoned is as she walked down the stairs, quickly falling in place next to her mother, as her father answered the door.

The Counselor was a middle aged man, he had dark gray hair, he had it slicked back and tied into a bun at the back of his head, he wore an expensive suit with a silk tie and matching pocket square. He looked over the family carefully, his eyes lingering on Violet briefly.

"Counselor, this is my wife Greta, and my lovely daughter Violet. She just graduated highschool at the top of her class," Violets father, Stephan, said. The counselor shook Greta's hand and then Violet's, giving her a small smile.

"What a beautiful family you have Stephan," the man said, his voice gravelly with a slight accent. "Tell me why you're trying to move to a higher city, your home is so beautiful." He smiled flashing bright white teeth looking back at Violet who shifted on her feet, the hunger in his eyes making her stomach tingle excitedly.

"Well, like I said Violet just graduated high school and she's more likely to get into a good college if we lived in a higher city. I've been working very hard to give her this opportunity."

"I can see," The Counselor said. "Please, why don't you show me around your lovely home?" He pulled a leather handheld notebook from his inside jacket pocket and a heavy stainless steel pen. He opened the notebook and twisted the pen before he began to take notes.

Violet lingered at the back of the small group shyly as her parents showed off their townhome. All the while the The Counselor snuck glances at her, which she returned with a smile and a slight blush. After a full tour of their home Greta and Stephan excused themselves to check on the dinner cooking in the kitchen.

"What college are you trying to get into, Violet?" He asked as they sat across from one another in the sitting room. Violet crossed one leg over the other, unknowingly flashing the Counselor briefly. He smirked.

"I'd like to get into Harvard," she replied. "I think I'd like to be a psychiatrist...I really want to help people." The Counselor smiled and eyed her long, freshly shaven, slender legs. He wondered if anything else was freshly shaven too. Boldly he leaned forward and used the tip of his pen to push her legs open, her cheeks turning bright red, but she didn't object. Instead, she pulled her dress up so he could see better.

"You're a gorgeous girl, Violet," the Counselor said softly. "I think you could do more than just be a psychiatrist." He leaned over, picking up her hand and kissing it softly. Violet was scarlet in the cheeks. She glanced at the kitchen door before siding her thong down her legs and off her feet. She pressed it into his rough hand before sitting back on the couch again, allowing him a full view.

The Counselor shifted in his seat, smirking over at the young woman before slipping her undies into his pocket. He yearned to slide his hand between her thighs and feel her young shaved pussy, he longed to taste it, to fill it with himself. He reached forward and swiftly opened her cardigan to get a better view of her chest, she was breathing hard.

"Sir," she whispered. "I'd be honored to give you my virginity." He let out a soft groan, his erection pushing against his trousers.

"I cannot promise I'll be gentle," he murmured back, nearly salivating at the sight of her there, legs spread wide and chest heaving. He would've taken her right there if her parents weren't in the other room. Suddenly she stood and tugged her dress down.

"I have to use the restroom," she excused herself and hurried down the hall, glancing over her shoulder. The Counselor looked down at his notes and added.

"Daughter; submissive and eager to please." He then put his notebook and pen back into his pocket and stood following the young woman to the bathroom. He knocked twice before the door opened and she stood before him.

He stepped inside, it was just a half bathroom, a sink and a toilet. But he didn't care, wasting no time. He closed and locked the door behind him, pressing her against it and then leaning down to kiss her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She opened her mouth willingly and wrapped herself around him, moaning softly. He pushed the cardigan off her shoulders and to the floor, using his hands to pull her dress down so her perky tits were exposed. He pulled from her lips and leaned down taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling on it, his teeth grazing it making her gasp softly. He used one hand to massage the other, pinching the nipple to make it hard.

"Is it true?" The counselor asked Violet. "You are a virgin?"

She nodded silently. His hand slid up her thigh to the pussy between her legs, carefully sliding a finger into her feeling her constrict around it, making Violet whimper softly. "I cannot be gentle with you, beautiful. It will be too difficult." Violet looked up at him.

"I don't want you to be gentle," she whispered. The Counselor smirked, he would be sure she got to Harvard. He straightened up and pulled out his cock, it was thick like a beer can, and medium in length. Violet swallowed before he grabbed her turning her towards the mirror, took a washcloth from a basket on the counter and shoved it into her mouth. He used one hand to lean her over the counter and the other to line his cock up.

"We must be quick," he whispered. "Your parents will wonder where we went." She looked at him in the mirror with scared eyes before he pushed his cock into her slick pussy, she let out a choked scream muffled by the washcloth. He slowly eased himself into her until he couldn't anymore. Then he started thrusting in and out of her. His hips hitting her ass and her hips hitting the counter. Her tits bounced with each thrust, she let out a groan with each one and the Counselor tried to touch every inch of her body. He began moving faster and harder, so he reached around and clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her throat making her arch her back. He kept thrusting wildly into her until he released his seed.

"Ugh," he groaned as he slowed down. "Yes, good girl...good girl." He pulled his cock out of her pussy and tucked it back into pants. Violet stood there trembling slightly. She pulled the cloth from her mouth and pulled her dress back up, turning to him. He grabbed her neck and pressed a long kiss to her mouth before releasing her and leaving the bathroom. That wasn't the last time he'd be using her body, and she knew that too. He pulled her undies from his pocket and took a deep breath and put them back before heading down the hall where he heard voices.

Violet stared at the door as it closed behind the Counselor, his cum still inside of her, her pussy throbbing from the assault. But a welcome assault. She pulled her dress up and sat on the toilet and peed before washing up and adjusting her clothes and following the Counselor to the dining room, already wanting more from him.