Chapter 4
Fucking Desiree each morning became a regular thing. Within the next two days, Desiree started just coming to my office in the morning, bending over the arm of the couch, pulling her skirt up and asking, "Where are you fucking first today, Mr. Kent?" She discovered thongs and g-strings at the boutiques I had sent her, but also found other types of lingerie panties. Crotchless and other 'fuck-me' panties. I made good use of my receptionist, after all, she was available and only too happy to get fucked so why not?
I knew eventually I'd have to cut down, but my young virile testicles were currently up to the task. I didn't want to get older and regret not fucking the hot eighteen, nineteen and early twenty year olds that had been available to me. Fuck, it was so hot.
I needed to build up my client list. Looking at my weekly schedule, my appointments were an hour long, so taking a lunch hour each day I had a potential of up to 40 appointments each week, but currently I had less than half of that on a weekly basis. I had enough spread through the month, but I wanted weekly appointments, at least until I started filling up, then I could maybe start shifting people to bi-weekly to free up more time, and work toward getting a full month of unique appointments. The problem was client acquisition was hard, and my marketing plan, hypnotizing them into believing since they were benefitting so much they should suggest anyone who they came in contact with would benefit from regular visits with me. But that put it out of my hands.
Friday was bittersweet, next week Karen's appointment was moved to Friday, and she had booked appointments out for a month. It seemed my tiny Japanese fucktoy would indeed be a regular thing. It made my cock ache thinking about it. Luckily, I had Desiree to relieve myself into. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me. I'd already fucked Desiree's pussy twice, made her suck me off once and fucked her ass twice more, but thinking about Karen joining my regular rotation I called her back in for another round.
Desiree came in happily and seeing the lust in my eye bent over the couch again, and lifted her skirt with a grin. Damn, she liked being used as a cocksleeve. There was still enough lube in her that I didn't even have to add more, I just slipped my dick in her backdoor and started plowing her bowels.
As I was deep in the throes of fucking her ass, my computer made a "bing" noise. A notification about a new client. The thought of sexy new clients filled my head and I finished deep in her bowels and as she ran to the bathroom I sat down and checked on my new client. The name was "Harold Moore", and his appointment was just after Elizabeth Moore's appointment on Monday and listed Elizabeth as the one who gave him the referral. This was the opposite of a sexy new client. I got nervous. If Harold Moore was Elizabeth's husband, was he onto me?
No, I couldn't assume that Harold was onto me. I'd have to see what was going on.
I paced for a second then checked on Elizabeth's profile. She had a comment.
"I have been sleeping soundly all week... but I dream about you. Is this normal? I can't tell my husband, but I think he knows I am thinking of another man. He wants to meet you to ensure that you are taking good care of our daughter."
I resumed pacing. This would be the first real test for me. I'd been hypnotizing people for long enough that I'd never been worried about the hypnosis. Being able to actually help people enough to validate my cost was also something I'd proved years ago, and the world didn't expect a permanent fix, so the world's assumption was that continued visits were needed.
What the world would never accept was the fact that I'd fucked Desiree twice in the pussy, three times in the ass, and once down her throat today. They'd never be okay with me casually groping her ass or tits when no one was around. Desiree had accepted it with hardly any resistance, but that wouldn't matter to the authorities. Luckily, in court, they'd have a hard time proving in court that she wasn't willing, but I was sure they'd find something.
A suspicious father looking into my treatment of his wife and daughter was dangerous.
"See you on Monday, Mr. Kent!" Desiree called as she left for the day.
Damn. I'd really just spent the last hour of the day worrying.
I drove home, and messaged Angela. She was the last of the girls I'd acquired before opening my practice. All the other girls had all moved out of state for college, work or due to family reasons. I needed someone to drain my balls into all weekend. Angela was great. She'd been a cheerleader and actually preferred my dick buried in her ass to her pussy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just left for a job in Tampa." Angela replied.
Fuck!
Now I would be home all weekend, with no one to fuck, worried about how on Monday I had a suspicious, christian husband who's daughter I was fucking and who's wife I had plans to fuck who would be coming into my practice.
I wasn't about to go out to clubs. I had a hard time picking up girls in clubs. Those girls were weird. They went out for the purpose of finding a guy to fuck. They wanted to get drunk, having men buying them drinks, then take their pick of the liter and get fucked by them, then decide if they wanted to call it rape based on if they orgasmed or not. To hell with that.
I didn't have addresses for Karen or Olivia, and while I had Desiree's address, the last thing I needed before Monday was getting caught at her place or having her at my place.
I kicked the couch and accepted the weekend for what it was going to be.
The next two days sucked.
When Desiree came in on Monday, I pounded her pussy like a jackhammer then went straight into her ass.
"Oh, boss! That was incredible!" Desiree gasped as she pulled her skirt down to cover both of her cum leaking holes, then ran off to clean up in the bathroom. The automatic air freshener that Desiree had gotten for me on Friday went off and I tapped it to deploy it again.
I sat down satisfied, but still nervous. I checked my schedule, As I had noted before, Karen had had to move her appointment to Friday. So all I had today before Elizabeth Moore's appointment at 4:00 and her husband's appointment at 5:00, was the appointment with James Wilson. James was easy. Just continuing to reinforce everything that we'd already done. It was free money for me. I did need replacements for my older clients. I didn't really know five of my clients, but they had put some of my pre-office clients with the best results down as the ones who gave them the referrals. I knew this office was a risk, and I'd paid extra for my office to be so insulated. If this didn't work out, I'd end up just being an office worker and my amazing sex life would end.
I put that out of my mind. I needed to focus.
James came and his appointment was as easy as I expected. The old man needed to get me more clients. But he didn't seem to have what it took. People could tell James, the sweet old man, "sure, we'll give this therapist a call", then walk away laughing about the cooky old man.
I called Desiree in and had her lay on the couch as I plowed her asshole again. Her pussy was starting to feel less tight, probably the constant stretching. Her asshole was still amazing. Maybe I needed to have her do Kegels or something.
I needed better placed marketing people, I thought, fucking her amazing ass. Placement was important. I needed people with connections to young families, people with connections to young parents.... A newlywed MILF could be fun.
I thrust deep into Desiree's ass and came hard.
"Oh, that's so much cum!" Desiree moaned, as I was filling her ass get filled to the brim.
She ran off to clean up, and I cleaned my cock.
Desiree had gotten me disinfecting wipes, apparently she'd read somewhere about UTIs and yeast infections and it said this could help. I didn't mind. The wipes were nicer to clean my cock with than tissues. She'd also found better air fresheners. She'd told me that the Febreze only made the room smell like sex and flowers. The new air freshener actually covered the scent.
I calmed my nerves. I had to trust in the system I had set in place. I'd only been "open" for a week. Ten clients would pay my bills and do what I needed. I just needed to keep them.
After lunch, I decided to do some research on Harold Moore. I immediately found something interesting. An article from earlier this year said he was the football coach at the local high school. A football coach? I wondered if I could maybe use that to get teachers, or better administrators into my practice to recommend 18 year olds to me. I pondered that. 18 year old High School students would be a source of fresh pussy, but they'd all be heading out to colleges and work. Who stayed in their hometown anymore? Some might go to the local state college though, and if I could get in there, then I would have people who were stuck here for four years. Male clients on their parent's insurance that would pay the bills. College girls I could fuck and send out to the world when I got tired of them. Who knows maybe I'd find one I wanted to keep around as a wife?
I must have lost track of time in my musing, because the door opened and I heard Elizabeth Moore greet her daughter. Then a deep masculine voice greeted her as well.
The Moores were here, 10 minutes before Elizabeth's appointment. I sent Desiree a message to send in her mother when she was ready.
A minute later, hearing Harold fill out his form with Desiree, Elizabeth walked in.
I could immediately tell why Harold was nervous. Elizabeth was wearing what must have been her lowest cut blouse, showing off almost her entire cleavage. The material of her dress was stretched and clung to her body. She was the image of a woman trying to seduce a man. The door closed behind her and I could no longer hear Harold as we were now sound isolated from the front room.
"Good afternoon, honey." Elizabeth said, taking my hand and kissing me on the lips.
She sat on the couch, her DD-cup tits almost spilling out of her top. I badly wanted to grope them, and last time I'd changed her mind to think of me like a second husband, but even her current husband hadn't had sex with her in a year and a half, by her own admission.