I want it all.
There’s only the quiet of my breath and the humming noise of the sound machine in the room. And as he his eyes hold mine in place, he takes his hand and slides it up my calf until it rests on the fleshy part of my inner thigh.
“Do you want more, Katrina?” he asks in a bass-heavy voice, as if he can read my lewd wishes.
There’s no turning back if you say yes.
There’s no Time Machine.
If you do this…it’s done.
If you say yes…
“Yes.”
A sinful smile spreads across my client’s face as he checks the time.
“We’ve got twenty minutes of this session left for you to discover why they call me Dirty Dak. Are you ready, Doc?”
dak
I slideKatrina’s silky slip dress up to her waist with both of my hands, holding it in place as I pepper soft kisses along her inner thigh.
“Keep your leg right there,” I tell her when I raise my eyes to meet hers. I love the way her body quivers from my touch. So fucking responsive.
“Eyes on me, Doc.” I tell her when she attempts to close them. “I want your full attention.”
She looks nervous, but in a good way. The way you are when you’re anxiously anticipating that something amazing is about to happen. Or maybe, like she often says, I’m projecting my own emotions.
I go back to what I was doing. Tracing light kisses along her thigh and close to her core. Her champagne-colored thong panties are sitting in between the bare lips of her pussy, hardly covering anything at all except her clit.
I flatten my tongue and lick the small piece of fabric, amused by how she’s desperately still trying to hold her balance in her heels. I grab her hips and hold them in place so that she won’t fall.
“Hold your dress up,” I tell her. “Hold it up high or better yet, take it off.”
I use my tongue to slide the crotch of her thong over (I’m a pro at this shit) and run it against her bare clit. Her back quickly arches as she drops the dress and leans her hands on my shoulders.
“Dak,” she hisses with pleasure and it makes my dick extra hard to hear it.
I chuckle sinisterly as I again direct her to, “Take off the dress, Katrina. I’ve got you. You won’t fall.”
She pulls the silky fabric up and over her head as I watch with rapt delight. Her tits are shaped like soft teardrops with dark nipples that beg to be sucked and pebble the moment the air hits them.
“Beautiful,” I praise her. “Now hold on.”
I grab the ankle that has been resting on the edge of the couch and try lifting it over my shoulder. She’s quite flexible and we’re successful, but I know this position isn’t sustainable, so I lean back and lift her other knee on the couch. I place my face back between her legs as she falls forward, leaning her palms against the wall behind the sofa.
“Dammit,” she curses as I suck hard on her clit and massage her ass cheeks with one hand. I’ve never heard Katrina use foul language before. I smirk to myself. I must be doing something right.
I alternate between strong suction and flicking her clit back and forth like the motor of a little vibrator for several minutes until she can’t take any more and cries out, “Dak, I’m coming!”
“That’s it, sweet pussy.” I growl into her cunt. “Come for me, baby.”
Her body contracts violently as she fights herself from screaming through her orgasm. The fact that we’re in her office and need to be quiet makes it all the more sweeter. Her body continues to shudder as I lap her clean. Katrina is a thing of beauty when she orgasms, and a primal part of me wants to own every last one of them.
I help lower her leg and now she’s resting on her knees in front of me, her face flushed, desire wildly swirling in her mesmerizing eyes.
“You were kind of loud,” I joke, stroking her back. “I hope Fatima didn’t hear you.”
