Hmmmm...well, if I'm ever going to do it, today has to be the day. After all, it's my birthday today and a girl should have what she wants on her birthday, right? And today, I want to eat, be eaten and fucked by my counsellor, Ramon.
You see, I have this counsellor at uni that I have had the hots for. I've had a crush on him since he started, not quite sure why, but he's leaving today.
Not quite sure why? That's not true. You see after a few sessions with him in which we mainly discussed sex, I mentioned that I never knew what a 'quickie' was.
So one day, at the end of our session in which we discussed my not liking to wear panties out in public at times, he got me to lean over his desk. I guess he was pretty turned on by our discussion. So was I.
He pulled up my skirt and parted my legs with his knee. I heard him unzip his pants. He pulled down my panties and I then I felt this thick, hard cock slide inside me.
Totally un expecting anything like that, he took my breath away. He fucked me, hard and fast, and then I felt him pull out as his hot gooey cum spurted onto my tight rounded butt. He told me that was a quickie as he wiped my butt with tissues.
I left that day, totally unsatisfied. I went home to my room, hopped onto my bed and satisfied my aching pussie with my fingers, but vowed to really satisfy myself with Ramon one day soon.
You see Ramon has this wonderful voice, big strong hands, and a little glint in his eyes whenever I flash too much leg at him in his office since that day. He wears a fancy religious robe. And apart from that one time he fucked me, he has the strangest effect on me. He's tall, brown skinned, big hands and a wedding band, but that didn't worry him, and that only makes me want him more.
I am not so tall, creamy white skin, brown hair and brown eyed. At times all I can do is think of me and him together. Intertwined limbs, dark & light together, just like creamy milk chocolate & rich dark chocolate.....mmmmmm chocolate, another favourite of mine, but lets not get side tracked.
Like I mentioned during our counselling sessions we'd mainly talk about sex. I never really did have a problem to discuss, other than like I said, I loved not to be wearing panties under my skirts, but it was the only way I could get to spend 50 minutes with this hot man each week. I'm sure he knew I didn't need those sessions with him, and probably thought I wouldn't come back after he fucked me, but I think he enjoyed them immensely too, although we never 'quickied' again. I'm sure he was turned on by our talks, because I was, but it was hard to tell with that big religious robe he always wore covering him.
I always made sure I was wearing a skirt to my sessions and I always caught him trying to peek up my skirt. He had told me several times that he often thought of my lovely legs and hot butt.
It's my last session with him today. I booked his final appointment at 6.30pm. As I enter his office, he takes my hand and we kiss cheek to cheek as we usually do. I notice there is a new black recliner in there and he explains that it got delivered today and belongs to the new counsellor that is replacing him.
I'm smiling moving the across the room to have a better look at it. It's black, it's leather. I lean forward to touch it, it's soft. As he turns from locking the door, he indicates for me to have a seat on the recliner.
As I sat on the recliner, he came and stood in front of me. He asked me to lay back. As I parted my legs, his eyes followed up along my legs, to my creamy thighs and beyond. I heard him suck in his breath. I forgot to wear panties under this floral skirt. Or did I really forget? Oh well, lets go on.
I noticed he became a little flustered as he started telling me this would be our final session as he walked around in his robe and I got comfy.
"Rebecca, am I right in saying that I haven't been able to help you with your problem of not wearing panties under your skirts?" he asks.
"Why would you say that sir?"
His voice becomes harsh. "Are you wearing any now?" he asks me.
"No, would you like to see?" I replied.