The Sex Therapist

[Flurtayshus]

The Sex Therapist- MONDAY

(currently closed for chris2c4u)

Dr. Dannah Wyman walked into her spacious office and smiled. She was exceedingly proud of herself because she'd finally earned enough money to open her own private practice after years of working for a public agency. Now she could do the type of work that turned her on, in more ways than one.

She admired the floating glass desk that was almost as big as a full-sized mattress, held up by brushed silver legs and eased gracefully into the black leather chair behind it. She examined her new client list. Each client was currently marked off for a whole day because she wouldn’t know how much time each would need for ‘therapy’.

She went methodically down the list:

Monday Morning- Alan Roberts, age 38
Wednesday Afternoon- William Wexler, age 42
Thursday Evening- Donald J. Williams III, age 37
Saturday Afternoon- Dan Phillips, age 23

After double-checking that she had all the basic information she needed on her clients, Dannah stood up to make sure that everything was set up just the way she wanted it.

Herself and her secretary Kinsey had personally decorated the whole office. The walls were a light gray, the carpeting made up of alternating silver, black and white squares set inside each other. The rest of the furniture soft buttery black leather to match her chair and brushed silver lamps and other accents.

The most intriguing part of the room was the art. Along every wall were photographs of different parts of male and female nude models. Her favorite, a black and white photo from the neck to the mid-thigh of a couple wrapped passionately around each other hung behind her desk.

There was a large mirror placed strategically above the fireplace on the opposite wall of the photograph so she could still see it even when she was speaking with her clients.

Walking over to the mirror she critiqued her appearance. Dannah was a trim woman with soft curves, jet black hair that fell straight down passed her shoulders, light green amber eyes and the flawless caramel complexion she’d been afforded by her Hawaiian heritage.

She wasn’t scheduled to begin work until tomorrow which was why she was startled when she heard a knock on the outer doors that led into her waiting room.

Dannah, dressed in her lilac pantsuit strode confidently down the hall toward the doors. As she turned the corner there stood a well-dressed man in a black suit, blue shirt and blue tie but looking quite frazzled.

Through the door, Dannah raised her voice to be heard, “Sir we’re not open. Is there something I can help you with?”

The man with his olive skin and green eyes attempted a whispered shout through the door. “You’re the therapist right?”

Dannah nodded, one hand resting on the door.

“I really need your help. I can’t lose another girlfriend.”

Hmmm, this could be interesting she thought and unlocked the door.

“What’s your name hon?”

“Alan Roberts, publisher, nice to meet you.” Alan Roberts shook her hand briskly quickly walked down the hall and threw himself hopelessly down on the long couch.

 

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Alan lay on the couch, collecting his thoughts while Dannah knew he needed time. She put on coffee and waited for him to begin.

He was pleased that she seemed to want to let him speak in his own time and that, to begin with, she kept herself discreetly out of his line of sight. Slowly, as if talking to himself, he began.

"I have this problem. It began innocently enough I guess. My girlfriend at the time well we were just out in the car, we'd been someplace - a gallery opening I think and she'd had a bit too much of the free wine and she started, well, being suggestive - much more than she would normally!" He stammered, "as we drove, she..."

He blushed and paused. Dannah passed him a cup of coffee and he got up the nerve to sit up and look at her and smiled as she looked encouraging, not appearing as though she would be judgemental at all. Lying down again he went on. "Of course I didn't mind that, didn't mind as she leaned against me, started fondling me, arousing me. I stopped the car in a back road and - well, we went at it like a couple of horny teenagers with no place else to do - it."

He sipped his coffee as he mused, "it was after that I couldn't get the experience out of my head. Being there - in the open so to speak, anyone could have seen. I - I - I found the thought of that very arousing."

Biting his upper lip he paused, thinking back to how he asked her if they could do it again. "When she wasn't drunk she was quite straight laced. Sex was for the bedroom. So..." he blushed, "I knew I had to get her drunk again. I loved it when she leaned on me as we left the bar that night and whispered, "I know what you want to do," We got in the car and I could hardly drive. This time..." he paused and took a swig of coffee.

"This time was on a suburban street. It wasn't too well lit but the people were up in the houses. We...you need all this detail? OK...I'll try...We got in the back seat. She pulled up her skirt and told me she'd already lost her panties as she fumbled with my belt, my pants. Then she just impaled herself on me. I was so hard...I don't think I had ever been that hard before. She rode my, her rising and falling blocking my view of the street light and then letting it dazzle me through the fog that was forming on the windows. I could feel the car gently rock as we...we...made love...no...fucked."

He glanced over at Dannah. "It got worse," he mumbled. "I suppose in your job you know about that place over by Jenkins Park? Yeah, where all the peeping toms go to look at the kids in the cars. And.. and people who - well people who go there to be watched."

Sitting up on the couch he leaned over his head in his hands. "I went there to be watched. She didn't know, she was horny as hell when she got a drink in her and it didn't take much to convice her to get naked in the car this time, to let me wind down the windows. Feel the breeze I said to her. Feel all those guys coming up to the car more like, feel them watching us."

He couldn't meet her eyes. "How did it feel? It felt good," he whispered. "Until the next day, The phone call, to me at the office, her sobbing, remembering eyes, voices, telling me what they were doing as they watched her...and of course that was it. I never saw her again."

He sat up. "I suppose I should have learnt my lesson," he said, stealing a glance towards Dannah's shapely form as she listened. "But I didn't. It was - is - just getting worse. Can you help me doctor?"

 

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Dr. Dannah Wyman

Dannah sat in her leather chair, her legs crossed gently twirling the chair back and forth as she absorbed all that he’d said.

“Hmmmmmmmmm. So you’re an exhibitionist.” She stated pinpointing him with her eyes.

Alan seemed startled by the word. “What?”

“An exhibitionist.” Dannah stood and began to pace the room in an unassuming manner.

She always remained in his eyesight though. Walking around the backs of clients made them feel as if they were being spied upon.

“An exhibitionist is aroused by the shock and surprise of a potential audience seeing you involved in a sexual act.” Dannah moved so that she was standing next to him. She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and asked, “You like the surprise when someone lays eyes on your cock entering a wet pussy don’t you?”

Alan’s mouth fell open. “W-w-well yes.”

“Of course you do. And you are not alone.”

“You like this too?” He asked excitedly.

“Now now Alan, “ She gently chastised him. “This is about you, not me.”

“Well can you help me?” He sat his coffee cup down a little defiantly.

“Of course I can. As part of your therapy, I’m going to need a little more ‘hands on’ information. Can you clear your whole afternoon for next Monday?”

“Well yes if you need me to.”

“Well I need you to. So meet me at this address next Monday at 10:00 am. That should be the perfect time. Plenty of people around.” Dannah mumbled as she leaned over a legal pad and wrote down the address for him.

Looking it over, Alan looked up surprised. “But that’s the public park…I don’t understand.”

“Oh. You will. I’ll see you next week. Until then keep your dick in your pants. I want you to be fresh come Monday. Understand?”

“Sure.” Alan nodded eagerly and Dannah knew that her words had sent a pulse of excitement straight down to his groin.

“He is going to be fun.” She whispered to herself as she watched him go. “Lots and lots of fun.”

 

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Alan's week crawled by as he waited for his appointment with Dannah. Meetings went by in a haze as he daydreamed of her office, the pictures on the walls of the naked men and women, the images of lovemaking all around. Most of all he dreamed of Dannah's face and her long legs as she sat in the chair explaining her diagnosis to him. He also wondered what was in store for him at the park; what did she mean that she wanted "hands on" information? His groin ached each time he thought of where he wanted her hands. All day...Monday...at the park.

Then there was that hint - "You like the surprise when someone lays eyes on your cock entering a wet pussy don't you?"

Alan felt himself become hard yet again that week as he recalled her words, knowing how much he liked that feeling of being watched as he fucked.

"Of course you do. And you are not alone."

"You like this too?" He'd asked excitedly; he blushed a little at this, his eagerness telling her about his needs, desires, hopes that she would share them. Did she? He moaned and tried again to concentrate on work...on anything but his desires.

As the days passed he managed to follow her instructions, keeping himself "fresh." In one way it was easy - the reason he had gone to her was his lost girlfriends, so there was no danger of him having any action there. The office where he worked though was full of nubile young women and he spent longer than usual ogling them that week, chatting by the water cooler, excusing himself when the flirting made him hard. It was so easy to get hard at the moment...

As the minutes, hours, days slowly passed he kept wanting more and more to relieve the ache that was building in his groin. The mornings were probably the worst, waking up hard, then the shower, trying not to touch himself - well, not too much, knowing he had to stop, keep himself for her. What was she going to do? Make him come? If she did he would explode with relief...

Finally, Monday morning came. He dressed casually, loose linen shirt, jeans, sneakers. He drove to the nearest car park and felt his mouth go dry with anticipation as he walked towards the park. Nervously he bought an orange juice carton, finishing it quickly, feeling his heart begin to race as he stood by the park entrance, looking at the many passers-by in the early sunshine.

 

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Dannah

Dannah parked her car along the street that ran around the fringes of the metropolis that was the park. She opened the back passenger door of her Mercedes and pulled out the duffle bag full of the items they would need today.

As she approached Alan, she called his name. “Hello Mr. Roberts.”

Alan turned. “Please call me Ala…” The words died on his lips as he took in her wardrobe.

For this to work today she needed to be able to blend in and the perfect out fit for that was a sports bra and running shorts. Only those two items plus a pair of ankle socks and Nike sneakers covered her supple tan limbs. Her thick dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She watched his startled expression through a pair of Iron man sunglasses her hand sliding up to his arm to reassure him. “I promise you, it’s not what it looks like. Follow me.”

Dannah turned knowing without question he would follow her. She walked relatively deeply into the center of the park and thought it a stroke of genius that she’d picked this spot. There were hundreds of women out today, some jogging, some walking, some playing with children, everyone just enjoying a lazy summer day.

Dannah found an empty bench and sat the duffle bag down. “Have a seat.”

She pulled out two tiny pieces of electronics and stuck one, an earpiece inside her ear and handed another to Alan. “Put this in.”

She then pulled out a hemp necklace with a little shell placed at the center. It was a guy’s necklace and she ordered him to put that on as well.

“What is all this for?” Alan watched her suspiciously.

“No questions until later.” Dannah continued pulling items out of the bag, each one more and more confusing to Alan.

She handed him a magazine whose cover boasted U.S. News. “Do not read this yet.”

“Read?!” He began a protest but Dannah's hand shot up to silence him.

She then handed him a hotel-sized bottle of lotion. “Put this in your pocket.”

He looked at it completely confused but did as she said.

“Now you stay here.” Dannah gathered up the other items in her bag, a yoga mat, a portable cd player, a towel and a few other miscellaneous items and turned her back to him walking across the green grass toward a stand of trees where there was shade.

On her wristwatch, Dannah hit a button and Alan’s harsh breathing filtered into her ear.

“Calm yourself Mr. Roberts. You are doing just fine.” Dannah hadn’t turned back to him but she knew that he’d heard her loud and clear through the tiny earpiece she’d given him. “Now listen to me. This will be an experiment to see what your stimulation level is like and the result of it.”

Dannah reached a spot where she could keep an eye on Alan but remain relatively out of his sight. She began the act of setting up the yoga mat and CD player. She glanced in his direction and saw him looking around trying to figure out where heR voice was coming from.

“Mr. Roberts, we have technology to thank for what we are about to do. The necklace I gave you has a miniature mic and camera in it. I believe the ear piece is self-explanatory.”

“You can hear me?” He nearly shouted.

“Don’t shout Mr. Roberts. I can hear you just fine. Besides we don’t want people thinking you are talking to yourself.”

She saw him nod from across the quadrangle. “Now here is your mission Mr. Roberts. You are to open your magazine and pretend to be reading.”

“Pretend?” He picked up the magazine, opened it up and then slammed it closed again. “What the?!”

“It’s a magazine published by voyeurs. I’m sure you can appreciate the content.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?” The anxiety was creeping into his voice and Dannah smiled, pleased. That would make what was just about to happen more intense.

Dannah settled herself down onto the yoga mat in the lotus pose as if she were going to meditate, pressed play on the calming music which Alan could also hear and began to speak in a low soothing tone. “I want you to open the magazine.”

He tentatively did as she said. “Ok.” He whispered trying not to move his mouth.

She smiled and watched him from her hidden vantage point. “Now unzip your pants.”

“What!” Alan was surprised even though he had to have known it was coming.

“Unzip your pants, pull out your cock, stroke it and don’t-get-caught.”

 

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Alan swallowed and took in his doctor out of uniform. Very out of uniform. He followed her into the park, sitting beside her and trying to figure out what all these things were that she was giving him.

By the time she was walking away he was very confused; surely this was extremely unconventional but she had come highly recommended so he watched her walk slowly into the distance, admiring the sway of her hips before jumping at the sound of her voice in his ear.

"This will be an experiment to see what your stimulation level is like and the result of it." He swallowed. "OK," he said softly to himself then after her next words he suddenly realised she could hear him as well as talk.

"Now here is your mission Mr. Roberts. You are to open your magazine and pretend to be reading." He looked at the innocuous magazine cover and opened it.

"What the..." A naked man and woman photographed through their bedroom window, obviously by someone using a telephoto lens as they made love, greeted his eye. He closed the magazine quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen it.

Responding to her request he opened the magazine again warily, holding it close to him so, hopefully, no one else could see.

"Now unzip your pants."

"What?!"

"Unzip your pants, pull out your cock, stroke it and don't-get-caught."

"Dannah, I..I..but it's right in the open..."

"Do as your told Mr Roberts."

He folded the magazine back on itself so it was easier to hold - though it's contents couldn't be hidden so easily - and looked about for long minutes to see who was around. With a shaking hand he reached down and unzipped his pants, looking at the images of a couple in a car fondling each other's naked bodies. Even that didn't do anything for his flaccid cock.

He pulled it free of boxers and zipper, covering himself with his hand, feeling very nervous. Then he thought of Dannah in her sports bra and running shorts and his dick began to come to life in the warm summer air. Slowly, looking around nervously, he began to feel himself grow in his fingers as he realised she was watching him excite himself. He knew Dannah could hear him begin to breath deeper, from somewhere she could also see what he was doing to and he moaned feeling now how hard he was in his fingers and almost forgetting to keep an eye on the path for passers by.

"Dannah," he hissed, "It's been a long week without any... well, release...if you make me keep this up I'm gonna cum real soon..." He moaned as he continued to follow her instructions.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Dr. Dannah Wyman

“Mmmmm,” Dannah moaned into his ear piece and heard his groan in response. “That’s what the towel is for Mr. Roberts. It can easily be cleaned up as I’m sure you are well aware.”

“But,” Alan’s breathing was becoming harsher and Dannah stood to get a better look.

“You are to continue until completion Mr. Roberts.” Dannah instructed him in a voice more even than she actually felt.

She was indeed a voyeur and this idea was genius on her part. She got to help a client and make things fun for herself as well.

Dannah surveyed the passersby and one or two people had taken notice of the lone man on the bench but not seriously yet.

She knew that would soon come though because Alan’s moans were getting louder and more frequent. She decided to tease him a little.

She moved her yoga mat out into the open where Alan could see and then told him where to look for her. Dannah lowered herself gracefully down onto all fours, her ass in his direction. She began the “cat stretch” by pulling her hips forward toward her chest, arching her back up in the manner of a cat and then she reversed direction, dropping her chest toward the floor and pushing her ass up and back toward him.

“Ohhhh god.” She heard his gasp and it made her pussy begin to throb. To sweeten the pot, she went into “downward facing dog” her body in an inverted ‘V’, her shapely behind and long legs making a perfect picture for him.

“Oh my god you’re wet.” Alan gasped out loud.

“Oh?” Dannah thought about it and determined that it was entirely possible. After all she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the blue shorts and she knew from experience that this particular color showed moisture easily. Just to screw with him she released one arm from the pose, separated her feet just a bit and slid her hand up between her legs to check for the offending wet spot. While there she allowed one finger to trace the lines of her vulva, the fabric allowing it too to be clearly defined.

That did it. She heard his sharp intake of breath and immediately came out of the pose. She watched as the magazine drifted dangerously close to falling out of his hand and caught sight of his beautiful cock. His balls tightened close to his body and all of a sudden, a hot jet of sperm shot straight up landing in his hair followed quickly by several more powerful bursts he tried to keep close to his body even in his pleasure.

Dannah gathered up her things quickly and ran to him just as his orgasm, which had not gone unnoticed by several groups of women near by, ended.

Towel in hand, Dannah pretended as if she’d just come back from running. “Hi honey. I’m done now. You ready?”

In a couple of slick moves with the towel Dannah managed to make cleaning up the cum in his hair look like an innocent ‘hair tousle’ and cleaning his hands up as well as covering up the re-sheathing of his penis, look like a playful towel toss having it land in his lap.

“You did good.” She murmured under her breath as they made their way quickly out of the park.

 

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"You are to continue until completion Mr. Roberts."
Alan gasped as his fingers ran the length of his cock as his mind filled with the excitement of being watched alongside the fear of being discovered as an exhibitionist. He groaned as he saw the woman walking along the path with her poodle trotting along beside her. Flushing brightly Alan quickly closed the magazine and laid it over his exposed cock and balls.

The poodle paused at his bench to lift its leg, embarrassing his owner who hardly let him finish before pulling him away; if only she knew who should really be the one embarrassed. Quickly, Alan opened the magazine again and continued to stroke his stiff erection.

"Over to your right Alan, just in the shade of the trees..." He looked and saw Dannah walking closer to him and placing the mat down. She was close enough now that he could see her smile before she languidly flowed onto her hands and knees.
"Ohhh God," he moaned as she moved rhythmically, looking like she was just doing exercises, making him forget about anyone else he stroked himself for her.

In a ragged voice Alan pointed out the wetness he could see on Dannah's shorts. He let out a series of moans as she slid her hand between her legs and pulled the fabric sheer over her pussy.

"Yesss...look at me Dannah..." He saw her quickly sit up on her haunches and examine him. Briefly he was also aware of two pairs of women sitting on the grass further away eyeing his now obvious activities.

Grunting, he spasmodically bent forward as he ejaculated, the semen shooting up onto his hair, then in other waves falling on his hands and pants. He was drawing a deep breath Dannah ran over to him.

"Hi honey. I'm done now. You ready?" He was grateful for her inventivness as she helped him clean up. Looking up he saw one of the women further away reaching for her cell phone and his stomach lurched...the police?

Quickly, doctor and patient headed for the park exit and ensured they were not followed before strolling the warm summer streets. Alan felt like everyone was lookiong at him, knowing what he had done; was this what Dannah had planned as part of his treatment? He looked over at his therapist, remembering her pose in the park, knowing he would like to see more of her.

 

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Dannah

“You did very well Mr. Roberts.” Dannah commented as they reached their cars.

“That was hot!” Alan declared with intensity. “What does it mean? How did you come up with that?”

Dannah smiled at him removing his earpiece and necklace. “It was….educational, to say the least.”

“Aww, come on, you can’t say you weren’t turned on. I saw you. You’re pussy was wet.” He argued.

“And your dick was hard, what’s your point?” Dannah

Alan blanched at that not sure at her reaction. “Well is that it?”

“For today,” Dannah said dropping her bag into the trunk. “Yes that is it.”

She slid down into her car and rolled down the window. “I’ll see you next Monday, Mr. Roberts.”

“Well what do I do in the meantime?” He asked in frustration. “Can I have sex?”

“If you can do it without losing another girlfriend, feel free.” Dannah laughed and drove off. She knew that last comment was a bit unprofessional but she wanted to test his true commitment to getting help. She would see next week what he actually did.

 

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Alan phoned Shelley that night. They'd met at a party somewhere and exchanged numbers but neither had called the other. He was pleased when she remembered him and they spemt some time getting reacquainted on the phone. She'd agreed to meet him for a drink, a meal, "take it from there," she'd said. Before finalising the time, he said he had to take another call on the other line.

There was no other call; instead he phoned Dannah.

"Hello? Mr Roberts?" Dannah picked up the call her receptionist had put through.

"Doctor, hello. I was wondering, do you work late at the office

sometimes?" Dannah laughed. "Of course, don't we all? I was here till 7 last night."

"I meant really late. Say 1 am?"

There was silence on the line.

"Perhaps you might tonight? I have something I need to show - tell you but can't make it until then."

"I see," Dannah said, evenly. "It sounds important. I'll be here."

****

The Hacienda was a bit noisy but the music was always good there and they imported Scotch. Shelly made an impression with her little black dress and diamond earings, the long silver chain that sat against the honey skin of her cleavage. She smiled and kissed Alan on the cheek and then reminded him that she was a serious drinker as they continued getting to know each other, well enough so that by the time they were going on the for meal she was happily squeezing his thigh and leaning her warm soft body against him.

Playing footsie as they ate was a good sign, Alan smiled and as her eyes sparkled like jet when they left he kissed her as the stood against the car. She looped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss, pressing her body close, eager, murmuring as they stood close, "let's go somewhere more private. Your place?"

Alan kissed her neck feeling her quiver as his lips moved to her
shoulder. "Let's go somewhere secluded, not private," he murmured. "The night's warm."

She giggled and slid into the car. He put down the roof before driving off.

Dannah's car park was secluded, it couldn't be seen from the road. Her office, however, overlooked it and a small light burned up there as Alan parked the car. He leaned over to Shelley and she to him and they began to kiss; deep, hungry kisses. Shelley was nervous, she'd never done this sort of thing before, out in the open but he'd picked a good spot. No one would see them here.She let her hands roam over Alan's body, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, at his belt.

His arms folding around her he slid down the zipper of her dress,
feeling the ridge of her backbone, the soft undulating skin over her ribs as he slid the top of the dress down, exposing her firm breasts, which he began to immediately devote his attention to. His mouth circled their firmness, taking his time slowly spiralling into her nipple and suckling her, feeling her excitement mounting.

Eagerly she began to tug him into the back seat where she sat back against the leather, her feet up on the seat, legs splayed, invitingly showing her shaved pussy. She dipped a finger inside herself and then pulled it out, holding it out for him to suck, which he did, keeping his eyes on hers before sliding hid mouth onto her navel, probing it with his tongue. Slowly he slid down her body until he was kissing her pussy lips, her hands on his head pushing him to her as her hips pushed up to excite her clit against his hot tongue.

She squealed with the pleasure of her first orgasm, her head falling back against the seat while Alan pulled himself up to the seat and let her see his hard cock. She bent to kiss it but then slung her leg across him, letting him feel her juices combining with where he had wet her with his mouth before impaling herself on his erection, moaning with pleasure again as she took him deep inside her.

As As Alan moved inside her beautifully tight pussy, as he watched her silhouette moving against the light filtering around the offices, against the light in Dannah's room. He watched the office as they moved, faster, feverish, as she road him to an exploding climax for them both.

 

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Dannah

Dannah paced around her office beginning to get irritated. Alan had said 1 a.m. and it was now 1:05. She really shouldn’t have agreed to meet a client after hours, but he’d sounded as if it were really important besides she was curious. But the least he could do was be on time.

She made her way over to the window looking out into the secluded parking lot for her office building and gasped. Below her, in a convertible, were a couple obviously engaged in sexual activity.

“Oh my god.” Dannah covered her mouth with one hand in disbelief.

The longer she watched, the more she felt like a peeping tom. But there was also something else she was feeling. A tingle had begun deep in her belly the moment she’d spotted them and accompanying the tingle was a heat that was slowly spreading over her entire body.

The man in the car threw his head back and looked directly up at her office and her breath caught in her throat. Despite the fact that his face was twisted in that pain/pleasure grimace that most men get during sex it was obvious whom he was.

“Alan.” The tingle turned into something far more electric and Dannah found herself sliding the latch that would open the window. She didn’t need to open it very far because their moans were bouncing off the buildings walls carrying easily in to her.

The woman shrieked when her orgasm took her and she saw Alan smile up in her direction. It was too much. Dannah snapped off the light and moved away from the window. Even she couldn’t deny the tell tale dampness she felt between her legs.

She crossed the room to her desk, checked the caller i.d. for Alan’s phone number and dialed.

He picked up on the second ring out of breath. “Yes?”

“That was quite the show Mr. Roberts. I believe I’ve seen enough. I will see you next Monday.” Dannah whispered huskily into the phone and then hung up with the sexy laughter of Alan Roberts ringing in her ear.

She had plans for Mr. Roberts. Dannah grabbed her keys locked up her office and went home with thoughts of beautiful cocks dancing in her head.

 

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Alan's laugh disturbed Shelley's post-coital relaxation, her head resting against his chest.

"What was that," Shelly murmured against his neck, her warm naked body pressed against him. Running his hand up her back he kissed the top of her head.

"Nothing sweetheart, just a friend."

She slung her arms around his neck, the haze of alcohol taking over from lust. "Am I your friend?" she giggled into his ear. He turned and they shared a long kiss. When he looked back to Dannah's window the light had gone out.

Slowly he encouraged Shelly to dress herself, though in reality she just draped her dress around her and fell asleep in the seat. He took her to his apartment, helping her out of her clothes again and slept beside her.

In the morning they sat in bed a little lost for words. Coffee followed morning sex that both enjoyed; Eventually, their gazes locked and they both remembered versions of the night before and smirked at each other and laughed.

They hugged each other as they said, "fun" "sexy!" "God, did we do that? Lucky no one saw us."

She dressed in her inappropriate-for-work sexy black dress and asked Alan for a lift home to change. "Can't be late again or I'll have to fuck my supervisor to get away with it," she giggled.

It was a couple of days later when Alan called Shelly and arranged a meeting at a bar.

"Want to go for a drive afterwards?" he chuckled.

"You're bad," she said, laughing. "No, I think I'd like to spend more time in your nice big bed."

Alan was a little disappointed but he was prepared and said he'd pick her up in an hour. That gave him time for preparations.

****

She'd dressed up for him again though different from last time. Her white shirt was tied below her breasts exposing her midriff and the curve of her hips accentuated by the belt of her black mid-length skirt. In the car before they drove off she slid over to him and they kissed for long minutes as she explored his body without slipping her hands under his white shirt or into his dark pants.

"There," she giggled, "we've done our performance for the night." He laughed and kissed her cheek before they set off.

It wasn't quite the only performance, since they decided to walk back to his apartment and they stopped frequently on the way back to tease each other; Alan managed to keep himself under control - by knowing what he had planned.

When they arrived in his apartment Shelly wanted to strip there and then but Alan said, "no, wait till the bedroom, I want to watch you get naked for me. See? I even have singles for your panties."

He waved a bank note and she laughed, calling back as she let him go and walked on, "what panties?"

He got cold white wine from the fridge and two glasses and joined her in the bedroom.

"Ready?" she said.

He lay down on the bed and poured the wine then studied her. "Ready," he said.

She grinned and began to gyrate her hips, to slide her hands over her body. He got into the show, clapping her moves. As she opened the zipper on her skirt she walked sexily closer and slid it down to reveal a silver thong. "See? No panties." He reached out for her but she sashayed back shaking her head and completed the removal of her clothing until she was stood in just her thong. She approached and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, bending her mouth to kiss the flesh she exposed, to suck his nipples. As she opened his pants she finally let him reach for her and hold her hips, pull her over him and they kissed greedily.

The rest of their clothes disappeared and their mouths devoured each others bodies. Her vocal orgasm from his lips and tongue excited Alan even more and he eagerly entered her pussy from behind, fondling her firm breasts and climaxing inside her, as she felt the hot flood of his semen after she had come again.

As she sank into a deep sleep Alan slid from the bed, pulling a robe on and went to his computer. He checked that all their sex had been captured on video from the various cameras around the bedroom. He edited it quickly and prepared to upload it to the internet, with a note about how hot she was and how much he would like to hear from anyone who watched.

As the film uploaded he sent the URL to Dannah, with the message,
See you on Monday.