Questions:2
Erik shows up unannounced, and gets some things off his chest .
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“She won’t let you in, especially if you don’t have an appointment “ Your assistant told Erik. He stood at your door, fist balled ready to knock.
“She with a patient?” He asked her, walking over to her small desk .
“She’s on lunch”
“So It’s just her in there”
“I can’t let you in, she will be pissed off “ your assistant complained . Erik rested his arms on her desk , he didn’t think she was that cute of girl . After his first session , the idea of fucking her ran across his mind . Those were the easiest to fuck , and most willing to do any nasty fetish he had in mind.
“What’s your name sweetheart ?” He asked .
“Rachel”
“Rachel” he repeated , flashing those perfect teeth at her . “When is your lunch ?”
“About a half an hour” her tan skin blushed as he spoke to her . He was no ordinary guy, he was royalty . Irresistibly Handsome royalty at that.
“I just need to talk to her for a second , when I’m done , how about I take you to lunch” he inched closer to her, his lips almost touching hers . She froze .
“Uh, okay” she whispered . His fingers lifted her chin towards him, he placed a small kiss on her lips . She moaned softly , panting . “Just walk in”
Erik removed himself from her desk and walked through your office door . You didn’t hear him come in. Your back faced him as you bent over , applying lotion to your legs. Your pencil skirt was lifted, the top of your thigh was exposed . Erik could almost see the cusp of your ass .
“You got some nice ass legs” Erik mumbled , you stood quickly, pulling down your skirt .
“Wh- why are you here!” He startled you.
“Is that how you greet paying customers?”
“Yeah, those who don’t have an appointment until tomorrow . Where is Rachel, I’m on my lunch” you snapped .
“She wasn’t there when I walked in” he lied , he didn’t want to hear her complain about getting in trouble later . He was definitely going to fuck her tonight .
“Umm, what do you need?” You asked him, sitting behind your desk .
“To talk to you” he sat on the leather couch. Ready for another session .
“Erik, my office is not a pop up shop. You can’t just walk in when you feel like it”
“I’ll pay you double what I’m already paying you “
You opened your planner, checking to see what appointments you had coming up. You had been eying a red Gucci shoulder bag, that extra money would come in handy. You had an appointment in twenty minutes. You pressed the intercom button on your desk phone .
“Rachel, can you phone my next appointment and tell them I had to postpone. Give them the next available appointment “ you eyed Erik, flashing those boyish dimples of his. Rachel told you she would do it , she seemed agitated when she spoke . “You okay?” You asked her .
“Splendid” she replied .
“What’s wrong with her?” You said to yourself , Erik shrugged his shoulders and laughed . You went to sit across from him.
“No pen and pad ?” He asked you, noticing that you were empty handed”
“No, you said you wanted to talk, so talk. I’ll jump in if necessary” you crossed your legs and sat back .
“As soon as I left your office , I had sex”
You chuckled . “Did you at least try?”
“No, it was already a done deal. It would have been rude of me to cancel on her”
“Erik, this goes against what the world says but you cannot trust your thoughts . Your brain is convincing you to not make good progress”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like , procrastination. When you make an excuse not to do something or hold off . I gave you specific instructions not to have sex and you knew that . You are saying that it would have been rude to cancel on the girl , that’s an excuse to not make yourself feel guilty “
“I tried”
“I’m not upset with you . This is only the first step ”
Erik looked out of your window , your office was on the seventeenth floor, so all he could see were the beautiful mountains. He was in deep thought , he stayed silent for some time . You watched him, resting your head on your fist . He opened his mouth to speak.
“Is something wrong with me ?” His voice was soft, not that strong raspy vibrato he spoke with .
“Sexual addiction is not about the sex. It’s about how for view yourself , it’s about the sexual experience” you told him. He still gazed out the window . “Why don’t you want to look at me?” You asked .
“My baby cousin, she’s the smartest girl I know . She had a presentation at school , she told me that it was important for her that I was there . I made a promise” he ignored your question, and your eyes .
“Did you miss it because you were having sex?” You asked . He didn’t say anything at first . He was full of shame .
“I can’t fight that fucking urge”
“Isn’t that reason enough to try harder ?”
“I mean, I guess”
He was still looking away from you . “Erik, you are worth more than this. Don’t sell yourself short. You don’t deserve the solitude you’re allowing yourself to have.”
He nodded his head. To you, when people responded with movement , it meant they were not listening . “I’ll ask you again, why can’t you look at me ?” You repeated your question. He still ignored the answer.
“But Im constantly thinking about how I can get off, and who can do it for me . I’ll jack off in a church bathroom if I can’t find a bitch fast enough”
“Look at me please, when you turn away from me, it makes me feel like you don’t want to hear what I have to say “ you pleaded . “Face this , Head-on”
“You not understanding me. You really want to know why I can’t look at you?” You said yes. “Ever since I walked in here I’ve been thinking about all the shit I want to do to you”
You wanted badly to say “tell me” but professionalism . Your medical reputation was at always stake . You didn’t want to ruin it, no matter how enticing Erik was.
“Can I tell you? “ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath . “I won’t even look at you when I say it but I just gotta get this shit out, for me” he spat , like it had been weighing heavily on him.
“Erik, I don’t know” your voice reeked of worry . His face finally turned to you . He closed his eyes and took a breath.
“You so fucking fine. Even with my eyes closed, I see that face . I have this thing that I like to do when I’m about to nut, I like to make women get on their knees and catch it on they face. Especially the pretty ones like you . But nah, I wouldn’t do you like that . I wanna see that face when I nut, I want you to look me dead in the eyes too. Every time you say my name, I can feel my dick twitch. I wanna’ hear you say my name while I’m inside of you . I wanna’ know how it sounds when I make you scream it . I’m constantly hoping that the top button on your shirt pops open so I can see your titties. I know they big and perfect, my dick would fit real good in between . Whenever you move your legs to cross them, I try and sneak a peak between your thighs . Just so I can get a glimpse of what your pussy would look like . Is it small? Is it tight? I bet that shit is fat, and it’s hiding behind those thick ass thighs . I imagine myself, lifting you up. Kissing and sucking on your neck . You probably smell good, you probably taste good too. I’d lay you on top of your desk, I hope it’s sturdy because the way I want to fuck you, we might break that shit. My fingers sliding up your thighs as I push your skirt up. I don’t wanna waste no time with you, so I’m moving them fucking panties to the side . I wanna kiss that pussy, I wanna eat that shit like it’s my last meal. That little clit is peaking out, asking Daddy to play with it .I can see your eyes, looking down at me. You moaning my name, running your fingers through my h-.”
“Erik” you whispered, squeezing your legs tightly. You were flushed with just as much lust as him. His eyes remained closed .
“Say my name ,just like that baby. I’m just watching my dick go inside of you . I bet you get so fucking wet, I told you I loved to fuck nerds. Ima’ stroke you. I can hear it, that shit sound like I’m stirring something up. I love that shit, everytime I’m inside some pussy , I crave that shit . I unbutton your shirt, pop both titties out your bra. I always start on the left one, running my tongue on your nipples . Then I start sucking on them . You keep saying my name , and it’s driving me crazy “
“Erik!” you said , more stern this time . You were slightly coming to your senses.
“Will you let me do this shit to you, please” his eyes opened slowly, his hands pressed against his hardened dick. “You see what you did to me?” You could see the size of it, it was huge .
“Yea- no , I can’t” your lips spread apart as you breathed out . “You have to go” you turned away from him, embarrassed at how he was making you feel. This was unlike you , you would never allow a man to make you his toy . You could sense him raising off he couch , his shadowy figure was moving closer to you . “Get the fuck out!” You yelled , fuck professionalism. You groaned and cradled yourself onto your chair . Without a word, Erik walked out of your office . You bit your lip hard, taking your hand under your skirt . You pressed down on your pussy, through your panties you could feel how wet you were .
“No!” You told yourself , denying yourself of the pleasure your fingers would give you . You had an appointment waiting for you . You had to get yourself together .
You walked back to your desk and hit the intercom. “Rachel, can you send in my next appointment?” You asked her . Moments later, there was no response . “Rachel?” You said again .
You noted the time, it was after her lunch break . You figured she went to lunch late .
But Erik needed to release what he built up in your office , he had taken her with him.