Claire Lin, school counselor at a community college, stepped into her office and checked her appointment bookâshe noticed she had 40 minutes free before her first session with a student.
She glanced at her new book, entitled 10 steps to gaining control over your sex addiction-- and your life
She opened it randomly -- and found the chapterâ"Masturbation as a key to dealing with sexual impulsesâ"
She read the first few sentences.
"For many sex addicts, masturbation may the least harmful way to deal with overwhelming sexual impulses. Through masturbation, many sex addicts feel that they can gain temporary relief of their impulses without actually risking their health, jobs or family by actually following through on their impulses."
She sat back and considered the argument. She thought abut her encounter on the bus this morning, how she took that young black man's cock up her ass --bareback!--in the abandoned building; shame and disgust filled her at the memoryâbut also something more.
If she could have pulled out her dildo on that bus and masturbated, she might not have actually taken that young man. Wouldn't that have been safer?
She reached between her legs and touched her moistening pussy lips, remembering again where her panties now lay, on the dusty floor of that building, remembering the size of the young man's cockâits girth as it slid up her anal passage.
She glided a finger through her dampening labia; her long painted nail disappearing into the folds of her slick pussy.
She moaned softly, and had an idea.
She turned her computer on and placed her handbag at her feet. Inside, she found her black dildoâ8 and half inchesâand caressed it in her hands. She loved the way her nails looked as they stroked the black rubberâif only it was real!
She placed the dildo head to her pussy, rubbing it tantalizingly along her clitoris to lube it up, and slowly began working it inside of her.
She thought of that black boy on the bus, her pussy dilating, becoming ever more slick, the dildo sliding further in.
She left it inside her as she turned to the student body list, and found the football team roster. She began flipping trough itâall these handsome young studs! Which one would she choose for today? All of them!
But she settled on one; a running back; black, handsome, but scary.
That's the one.
She pounded the dildo up her, rubbing her clit with her other hand, rising risingâ
She stopped with a gasp. Anal; that's what I want!
Inside her bag of toys, she found her lube and plastic anal beads. Just the thing....
She sat back in her desk chair and spread her legs, raising her pelvis. She placed one silky smooth leg on the desk, the other stretched before her.
She squirted a thick, glistening dollop of lube on the pink beads. Her hands shook as she spread the lube across the beads, from the tiny little ones at the front to the great beautiful big ones at the rear.
She placed the tip of the beads to her rectum; her sphincter quivered in anticipation. Slowly she pushed the beads in; her rectum tightened around them. With her left hand, she slid the dildo up her pussy. She bit her lip suppressing her moans; the twin stimulations leaving her gasping. Her anus dilated; she pushed the bead chain further into that smooth, sensitive brown hole.
She watched the screen and pretended the boy was in the room with her, watching her. She was doing a show for him; willing to do anything for that big cock.
Anything; I promise, she whispered aloud. She slid the beads in further. Her body tightened, strained against the seat back. She pumped the dildo deeper into her pussy, staring at the boy in the photo- she watched his publicity shots, his leg muscles against the nylon of his uniform, his massive member (and she just knew it was massive...) bulging from behind his cup. Anything... she whispered.
Her anus spasmed again, dilating once more as she pushed the last -- the largestâbead into her rectumâgritting her teeth as her sphincter expanded from the pressure, then softly moaned; her sphincter sucked the bead in, closing around the plastic line.
Heat surged through her. An overwhelming pumping orgasm swept through her; she bucked wildly in the office chair, thrashing her mane of black hair and biting her lip to suppress her screams.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, and a voice calling out, "Miss Lin?"
She jolted, gasped, her orgasm just peaking, ripping through her as her eyes automatically went to the clock on her desk. 10:00 am. - time for her first appointment!
"Just a minute!" She managed to call out.
Then tried to get herself together. She pulled the dildo from her pussyâoh!-- And put it into her handbag. No time to remove the anal beadsâjust too messy- she'd just have to deal. She wiped her hands off on some tissuesânoticed they were still sticky with the KYâ
She grabbed the corner of the desk--oh god! Her body trembled; her orgasm still rippling through her. She straightened up and pushed herself to cross the roomâthe anal beads that filled her rectum distracting her, making walking difficult. She stood before the office door and opened it.
She nearly gasped in amazement. Standing in the doorway, filling up the doorway, was the same big, black, handsome football player she had just been fantasizing about!
She stood thereâconfusedâHad someone seen her on the computer records?
"Miss Lin?" The young man asked, humble and polite.
"Yes," she just stood there, staring at him.
"I'm TerenceâI'm supposed to be here at 10 today to discuss my academic progress."
"You're the football player, right?" She managed.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Oh..." she stared at him more, remembered to stop gaping, her pussy getting wetter. "Wow.. a football player..." she murmured. "That's really cool."
She held out her hand to shake his, and nearly cummed from the touch of his strong hands, then remembered the KY on her fingers. She quickly withdrew her hand.
He looked at his hand, then at her, puzzled. "Thanks."
She realized she was acting weird. "Yes, well, Thomas, please come in and let's see what we can do here."
"It's Terence, ma'am."
"Terence," she giggled a bit. "Sorry about that."
"Are you ok, Miss Lin?"
"What?" She asked sharply. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"