Monica sat down in the big chair kinkymaturesluts beside her desk . She pulled out her notebook. She studied the distraught young man sitting in front of kinkymaturesluts her. He was under thirty, of no unusual size or character, with a bland, forgettable face. A rather all plain woman herself kinkymaturesluts, Monica had a lot of sympathy for the ordinary.
"Doctor," the kinkymaturesluts man said, "You have got to help all me. I can't handle this any more . I read in the paper that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me, this power or ability or something -- and kinkymaturesluts it's driving me crazy."
She kept her continence even. "What kind of kinkymaturesluts power, Damien?" she kinkymaturesluts asked gently.
He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It kinkymaturesluts was part of my kinkymaturesluts research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the kinkymaturesluts planetary alignment a kinkymaturesluts few weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you know all an alignment like that only happens every thousand kinkymaturesluts years? I won't tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals kinkymaturesluts and dancing kinkymaturesluts naked around a stone circle under kinkymaturesluts a full all moon."
Damien ran a kinkymaturesluts hand through kinkymaturesluts uncombed hair kinkymaturesluts. "I knew it the instant it happened kinkymaturesluts. I don't know how kinkymaturesluts to all explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt , sensed kinkymaturesluts, a change in the natural order of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into me, into my mind, into my kinkymaturesluts soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful."
"But what kinkymaturesluts if he kinkymaturesluts could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What if he could make the kinkymaturesluts girl stop and strip and bend over so he kinkymaturesluts could admire her behind? What if he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the bus and make out with him until kinkymaturesluts her stop? Better yet, what kinkymaturesluts if he could transform any kinkymaturesluts ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot kinkymaturesluts and have her fuck him on the bus kinkymaturesluts in front of everybody. What if he kinkymaturesluts could instantly fulfil all kinkymaturesluts the selfish, base, lustful desires that float around in the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him kinkymaturesluts then?"
"I kinkymaturesluts must kinkymaturesluts not give in to the temptation. Because once kinkymaturesluts I start using it, I know I won't be able to stop. The kinkymaturesluts steps are so obvious kinkymaturesluts. First, I'll kinkymaturesluts start indulging my idle whims kinkymaturesluts, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting out my kinkymaturesluts most perverse fantasies."
"Oh? How did you use it?"
Something about the way he said that troubled Monica. She kinkymaturesluts decided to press on.
Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on all her nylons but decided not to pull down her miniskirt. Let him look. Better men should admire her shapely legs than ignore her small chest.
"I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to show me the power, or face up to the fact that it may not exist." This was harsh, but a breakthrough in the first session was kinkymaturesluts a real kinkymaturesluts possibility. She prepared herself for kinkymaturesluts his kinkymaturesluts collapse when the "power" did not work kinkymaturesluts. Then they kinkymaturesluts could get at his real problem kinkymaturesluts.
"Tell me about kinkymaturesluts the kinkymaturesluts weather." he shouted with sudden fury kinkymaturesluts.
She pulled back the curtains kinkymaturesluts. The day was sunny, bright with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on kinkymaturesluts a summer breeze. Astonished, she kinkymaturesluts looked down at the city street. The pavement was dry. There were no puddles. A man was kinkymaturesluts idly watering a potted tree on the kinkymaturesluts sidewalk.
What kinkymaturesluts was going on? For a brief kinkymaturesluts moment, Monica just kinkymaturesluts stood there, dumbfounded kinkymaturesluts. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly kinkymaturesluts. There was no umbrella kinkymaturesluts stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
When he lifted his kinkymaturesluts eyes Monica realized he had indeed been looking up her brief skirt. Now his attention shifted to her kinkymaturesluts cleavage. She felt a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my kinkymaturesluts word, you're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
"Yes kinkymaturesluts, but kinkymaturesluts the temptation, the temptation will always be there kinkymaturesluts."
She worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match his, grateful that kinkymaturesluts she had at kinkymaturesluts last been able to do something for him kinkymaturesluts. There was still a kinkymaturesluts great mystery here, this so-called power, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that kinkymaturesluts could wait kinkymaturesluts until another session. Damien had made great progress.
He was still grinning kinkymaturesluts. "Ah kinkymaturesluts, but kinkymaturesluts Doc, I'm not ordinary people any more, am I? I'm all something more. Besides, it's too late for me.
"She's busy kinkymaturesluts, Doc," Damien said.
"That's Mr. Albright, your two-o kinkymaturesluts'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped kinkymaturesluts him a kinkymaturesluts little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal kinkymaturesluts magnetism that few women can resist will kinkymaturesluts help a lot too."
Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping kinkymaturesluts in her kinkymaturesluts office instantly turned on her kinkymaturesluts juices, as virtually anything sexual kinkymaturesluts always did. No, wait, he had changed kinkymaturesluts that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real and what kinkymaturesluts was Damien's artifice.
"I'm Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in kinkymaturesluts shock. Yummy tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I kinkymaturesluts'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots, the tightest Monica had kinkymaturesluts ever seen. The kinkymaturesluts sleek leather glistened kinkymaturesluts as she sidled up to where Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could kinkymaturesluts only come from kinkymaturesluts long practice. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
The headmaster leaned forward urgently. "Tell me the truth now, girl. Is kinkymaturesluts it true kinkymaturesluts that you have been giving -- no, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the boys in your class all?"
"Yes, sir," Monica kinkymaturesluts said. She shifted position a little and the headmaster's attention came kinkymaturesluts back to kinkymaturesluts her kinkymaturesluts flaring thighs.
The headmaster studied his precocious student 's behind kinkymaturesluts for a kinkymaturesluts long time. Monica's skimpy blue kinkymaturesluts panties were much kinkymaturesluts smaller than the regulation kinkymaturesluts white ones she was supposed to kinkymaturesluts wear. But she had given those all away. She liked the kinkymaturesluts way kinkymaturesluts the new ones slipped up into her crack and tickled kinkymaturesluts her while she walked.
Monica slipped out into the empty hallway. Her boyfriend Damien was kinkymaturesluts there, her real boyfriend kinkymaturesluts, the only kinkymaturesluts one who really knew kinkymaturesluts how to all satisfy her. She slipped into his arms. "How did kinkymaturesluts it go, baby?" he asked.
"Let's go to the storeroom ."
The room was semi kinkymaturesluts-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my kinkymaturesluts darling, I can't kinkymaturesluts wait any longer." She was kinkymaturesluts in the arms kinkymaturesluts of a kinkymaturesluts much older man. He was eagerly planting kisses all kinkymaturesluts over her all lips, her kinkymaturesluts face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you kinkymaturesluts now."
"Ooooh, George, you randy man," Monica kinkymaturesluts chided, letting him press her kinkymaturesluts body against his. "Are you walking around with a big hard for me all again?" She was in her red and white candy kinkymaturesluts-striper's uniform kinkymaturesluts, her enormous breasts spilling out kinkymaturesluts the top, the skirt far shorter than anyone could kinkymaturesluts possibly get away with, yet somehow she did. "What about kinkymaturesluts your wife?"
He kinkymaturesluts turned and walked away, just as Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as her kinkymaturesluts own peak consumed kinkymaturesluts her. She felt the acid filter down into the bottom of her soul.
Lazily, she picked up the trade kinkymaturesluts magazine that kinkymaturesluts was kinkymaturesluts lying on her desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's kinkymaturesluts movie-star face gazed kinkymaturesluts back from the photograph kinkymaturesluts accompanying the article with a look hot kinkymaturesluts enough to set kinkymaturesluts the paper kinkymaturesluts on fire kinkymaturesluts.
"Thanks, Kerri kinkymaturesluts," Monica kinkymaturesluts replied. Her appointment at one was a man named kinkymaturesluts Damien. He hadn't said kinkymaturesluts much when he booked the appointment, except kinkymaturesluts that his problem kinkymaturesluts was unusual.
The vibrator kinkymaturesluts inside was kinkymaturesluts exquisitely beautiful kinkymaturesluts. Slender and elaborately sculpted with smooth bulbs and ridges that promised all manner of delightful sensations, it was kinkymaturesluts finished in pure gold. Monica kinkymaturesluts gently lifted kinkymaturesluts it out of the padded box. It came alive kinkymaturesluts at her touch. It's soft hum sounded eager kinkymaturesluts.
Rapture. The vibrator quivered and all danced inside her like a living thing. She lay her head back, groaning, and kinkymaturesluts played kinkymaturesluts the dildo in and out, as kinkymaturesluts slowly as she could bear kinkymaturesluts. It fit so perfectly kinkymaturesluts, it kinkymaturesluts was almost kinkymaturesluts as if it had been custom-designed to kinkymaturesluts fit her pussy. Could such a thing be done? As her breathing became laboured and her arm kinkymaturesluts motions more rapid, further thought on the question became impossible.
She started planning some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to get her into some properly revealing clothes. Something to kinkymaturesluts distract the patients, to make Monica's kinkymaturesluts job of separating kinkymaturesluts them from their money a kinkymaturesluts little easier. Fishnet stockings all and spike-heeled kinkymaturesluts platform sandals would be her kinkymaturesluts trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with kinkymaturesluts her boyfriend, but Monica kinkymaturesluts would tell her to dump him. She wasn't about to kinkymaturesluts share that tongue with anybody.
Monica felt a twinge of guilt about what she had planned for poor Kerri. It passed quickly. After all, everybody was basically selfish, trying kinkymaturesluts to get ahead of the system a little, gain some personal kinkymaturesluts advantage kinkymaturesluts. She was kinkymaturesluts just a little better at beating the kinkymaturesluts system than most people.
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