Her eyes were closed.
"Hands all over me. Mouths all over me. Voices in my ears and the weight of bodies all around me."
I was taking notes. Well, drawing actually.
"I'm surrounded," she said.
"My body is shaking and I have goosebumps all over and... all this... sweat!
My sweat, their sweat and I can't believe I'm doing this!"
She ran her fluttering fingers down the length of her arms and shuddered.
"Mmmmmm, this is amazing! Everything is so smooth and slippery and hot! So much body heat and passion and desire and spit and dirtiness and...."
Her skin was flushed and she was on the edge of her seat, voiced raised. She seemed to become aware of her heightened emotional state and paused to compose herself. She looked down for a moment as if shame had overcome her.
"They were filling me, I was so stuffed."
She lifted her head suddenly, almost proudly, and looked directly into my eyes.
I was overstuffed and I kept saying that. I kept saying 'I'm sooo stuffed, I'm sooo full!'"
"I see," was the only reply I could think of.
I had simply asked about her weekend.
She was wearing an incredibly inappropriate ultra low cut mini-dress, stockings and heels. She was dressed in black, with gothic style make up and jet black hair with subtle purple streaks. She had several piercings in her ears, one in her eyebrow, and a small ring in her lower lip. It was also quite obvious both her nipples were pierced. She had three visible tattoos, a biohazard symbol on the side of her neck, and on each of her upper arms were daggers with snakes coiled around them. Above the one one her left arm, the word SEX was inscribed, above the one on her right arm, DEATH.
She leaned forward, arched her back and took a deep breath.
"You see this face?" she asked.
I maintained eye contact with her for several seconds, then lowered my eyes to my notebook.
When the silence became unbearable she continued.
"I've been told I have a blowjob face," she boasted.
I covertly worked on my sketch, a thorough and explicit artist's rendition of her nude body, with just about every imaginable spot lanced and/or punctured and filled with stainless steel. She was very sexy, in an un wholesome way; adulterated and sensual.
"You see this mouth?" she asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
"It was made to suck cock."
She moaned softly.
"I love to suck dick."
She looked me up and down seductively, shamelessly.
"I love to use my tongue," she laughed.
"I have really good oral skills."
Her bright blue eyes widened.
"I love to deep-throat, I can put a dick really far down my throat. I love the way my eyes get watery and I love it when a guy grabs me by the back of the head and makes me gag on his cock."
She took a deep breath, sighed and closed her eyes.
The first time I ever gave head I was in eighth grade and it was two guys from the football team behind the boy's locker-room. From there I started perfecting my technique."
She opened her eyes and looked at me, humorless and pensive.
"And I am very, very good."
I put down my pencil and took off my glasses.
"Miss Black, " I said sternly.
"To be honest, I don't even know how many cocks I've sucked...and I'm only 19!" she continued.
"Miss Black! Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"This is our first session, we've just met; these are very intimate details of your life. Do you feel the need to shock me? Or is it your plan to seduce me? Because a sexual relationship, even a consensual one, between a doctor and patient is certainly... improper, to say the least."
She laughed mischievously.
"I know all about the rules, Dr.," she said sarcastically.
She leaned back slowly and gracefully, sinking into my overstuffed couch. She wiggled her ass and extended and crossed her legs, letting her silky smooth stockings rub together. The soft sound of the friction was... delicious.
"You know," she said.
"I think it's the sounds of sex that turn me on the most."
