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WARNING:  The following contains sexual content intended for
adults only.  If you are under 18, or if such material offends you, do
not read further.


Sabrina's Sex Surrogate (MF/cheat)
By Snake

Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area.  The lovely young
woman kept fidgeting with her long auburn hair and smoothing her
pale blue sundress.  She'd been building up the courage to make this
appointment, now she had to keep focused on the reason she was
here.

The 27-year-old wife wanted to be a better lover.  Even before her
marriage five years ago, Sabrina realized she was inexperienced
sexually.  She loved her husband dearly and wanted desperately to
please him . . .and herself, in bed.  But her puritanical upbringing
and somewhat sheltered social life had left her almost na ve about
sex.

The problem was variety and experimentation.  She had been raised
with the idea that making love simply meant intercourse in the
missionary position.  Of course, now she had been married long
enough to know that there were other "flavors" to sample in the
bedroom's candy store, but she just could not let go of her
inhibitions enough to enjoy them.

Her husband was patient and never tried to pressure her with
demands and she appreciated that.  Finally, however, Sabrina's
frustration made her seek professional help.   That decision brought
her to this moment where she sat waiting anxiously to meet with a
highly recommended and well-respected sex therapist.

At last Dr. Burrows came out to meet her.  Sabrina jumped slightly
when he breezed into the room extending his large hand.

"Hi, you must be Sabrina.  I'm Dr. Burrows.  Sorry if I kept you
waiting too long."  The handsome man was smooth and confident as
he took her hand and held it, almost caressing it lightly for a
lingering moment.

"Hi, yes . . .I'm Sabrina," she answered with a small voice.  "Thank
you for seeing me."  He was a very good-looking man, she noticed,
and his calm, easy manner helped settle some of the butterflies
soaring in her stomach.

Finally releasing her delicate hand, the smiling doctor gestured
toward his open door.  "Please come in and let's visit."

Soft music drifted through the pleasant room and scented candles
flickered here and there as they settled in the office.  Dr. Burrows
directed Sabrina to sit on a large leather couch arranged so she was
required to place her legs straight out in front of her.  She crossed
her ankles and smoothed out her short dress modestly, while he took
a seat in a comfortable chair facing her.

"All right . . ." he began, "let's talk about why you are here, Sabrina.
I assume you know what we do at the clinic, and therefore you feel
you need some help with a problem you're having in your marriage .
. .a sexual problem?"

The young wife cleared her throat, suddenly quite timid again about
discussing such things with a stranger.  "Well, yes.  I mean, that is
why I'm here.  I guess the main thing is I just can't seem to relax and
let go when we are, you know, having sex.  I want to try new things
and be more active when we make love, but I just keep having these
. . .I don't know . . .guilty feelings?   I'm not really sure if that's what
it is, but I just get so up tight and frustrated."  She felt her cheeks
blushing with embarrassment, as she looked toward him shyly for
his reaction.

"I see," Dr. Burrows said, smiling warmly still.  "Well, the good
news, Sabrina, is that this is quite common.  In fact it's something
we specialize here at this clinic.  Your reservations and inhibitions
are likely being caused by something in your background or
childhood.  What I can do is work through an interview process
with you to help uncover some of these sources of repression, then
perhaps we can start you on some special therapy to help you
overcome the problems."

Sabrina had been thinking about this very idea since she made the
appointment, and she felt another little shiver as she asked the
question that had constantly been on her mind:  "What kind of
therapy are we talking about, Dr. Burrow's?"

The doctor's eyes lit up even brighter as he leaned forward and tried
to reassure the obviously hesitant young woman by touching her
slightly trembling hand.   Not for the first time he marveled at her
incredible beauty, and he felt an intense stirring deep within his
groin.  He decided he needed to proceed carefully.

"As you know, I am a licensed sex therapist.  That means I have a
great deal of education and experience in treating the exact kinds of
problems you are talking about.  My treatments include a wide
variety of methods depending upon the specific need.  In some
cases we work with a couple to suggest new techniques or practices
they can try at home with our supervision.  In other cases, we work
with the individuals directly - here in the office - in what we call
'sexual surrogate' encounters.  These sessions allow what you might
call 'hands-on' therapy where we demonstrate how to develop and
apply proven sexual techniques."  He paused for a moment letting
her process this, as he noticed her face and slender neck begin to
flush red again.

"So . . .you're talking about actually having sex with someone, here
in the office?" she finally asked meekly.  "Who . . .who would that
be with?" she stammered.

Perhaps she's not so na ve, he thought before he answered. "Well,
of course that depends on you.  It's determined by how fast you
want to proceed, what your needs are; and, of course, who is
available on staff at the time of your appointments.  Sometimes I
administer the treatments myself . . .other times one of my very
qualified assistants will work with you.  But we can get started right
now if you like . . ."

Sabrina's mind was cluttered with all kinds of vivid and illicit
thoughts.  "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to focus her
suddenly clouded eyes on the handsome man.

"Well, I could begin by asking you some questions now; then, if we
still have some time, perhaps we could work on a few things.  Or . .
.if you prefer . . .we could go more slowly, give you some time to
think about this and come back when you're ready."

"No, let's start now," Sabrina heard herself say.  She waited a long
time to get up the nerve to do this, now she wanted to go through
with it.

"Fine, " the doctor agreed.  "Let me just dim some of these lights to
make things a little more comfortable and we will get started."  He
busied himself adjusting some of the indirect lighting in the room
until it was fairly dark with only the flickering candles casting a soft
glow in the area where they were seated.  Then he flipped another
switch on a stereo in a cabinet and the soothing sound of waves
gently crashing on a beach mingled and rose above the music.

When he was seated again in front or her he said softly, "Close your
eyes, Sabrina.  I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you
to be absolutely truthful with your answers.  Do you understand?"

She closed her eyes and nodded, shifting around slightly on the
couch until she was completely comfortable and relaxed.

"You said you feel inhibited sexually, that you are afraid to let go.
You do enjoy making love, don't you?"

"Yes, sometimes . . ." she replied.

"When do you enjoy sex most?"

"I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried about
anything," she admitted.

"What kinds of things do you worry about during sex, Sabrina?  Do
you worry about reaching orgasm?"

"No, well . . .sometimes, maybe," she said, as the butterflies took
flight again in her belly and she unconsciously raised her knees
slightly off the couch.

"You do have orgasms, don't you?"

"Yes . . ." she said softly.

"Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with your
husband, or when you masturbate?"

Sabrina couldn't help opening her eyes slightly and glancing at him.
"Um, probably when I masturbate . . ." she whispered, feeling
ashamed.

"Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong?  "Did someone
tell you that sex is dirty -- especially oral sex?"

"Yes, my parents.  People at church," she admitted.

"Can you have multiple orgasms?"

"I guess.  I mean, I think so," she answered, as if the question
caught her off guard.

"Good.  Close your eyes again," the doctor said softly as he
carefully shifted over and sat next to her on the couch.  "Now, you
mentioned that you would like to try new things when you are
having sex.  What kind of things would you like to try if you felt
more comfortable?"

She vaguely realized that he was now sitting close to her, but she
tried to focus on the question.  After a moment she answered, "I
guess just things my husband wants to do.  You know, other things
besides just having him on top, and . . .oh, I don't know!" she
admitted with frustration.

Reaching out and taking her soft, trembling hand to comfort her, the
doctor shifted closer and whispered, "I'm going to suggest some
other things that you could do when you make love.  You tell me
honestly if it's something you want to do.  All right?"

She bit her lip and nodded slightly, keenly aware that he was almost
on top of her.

Dr. Burrows leaned down so his mouth was close to her ear.  Silky
little hairs tickled his nose as he whispered softly, "Would you like
to feel a warm tongue on your vagina, moving all around while you
lay back and simply enjoy the feeling?"

"I . . .I guess," she barely whispered, her heart starting to pound in
her chest.

"Would you like to have your swollen little clitoris licked and
kissed until you shudder with pleasure?"

Sabrina closed her eyes tighter, she was starting to feel racing hot
tingles all over.  "Yes. . ."

"Would you like to make love somewhere different . . .somewhere
besides a bed . . .somewhere exciting and maybe risky?  Would you
like to be taken from behind, like an animal, in this strange place?"

"Yes!" she almost whimpered.

The doctor pressed a button and the couch began to recline with a
quiet electric buzz.  Leaning even closer he said, "Now I want you
to concentrate on the sound of the waves you hear.  Listen only to
the waves.  Hear them crashing against the shore, again and again.
Don't think about anything else except the rhythm of the waves
rising and falling, lifting and crashing against the shore."

His fingers gingerly caught the hem of her little sundress and slowly
raised the thin cloth away from her thighs, still tightly pressed
together.  Carefully he moved the dress up and away from her tan,
shapely legs.

"Keep listening to the waves," he whispered hypnotically.
"Concentrate on just the waves.  We are going to begin the therapy
now.  I understand what you need and I am going to help you.  But
you must do everything I say.  And you must understand that no one
will ever know about anything that happens in this room.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes," she answered, barely making a sound.  She could feel her
dress lifting up and laying back gently over her stomach.  Sabrina
fought the urge to reach up and push it back down.  She kept trying
to concentrate on the sound of the waves as he had suggested, but
the warm little prickly feeling spreading all over her body was
making it difficult.

The good doctor was gazing down in rapt appreciation at the bright
white and very skimpy panties barely covering her puffy mound.
Leaning close again he said, "I'm going to show you how wonderful
sex can really be, Sabrina.  I am going to show you how it feels to
have your sensitive clitoris kissed and to have a long tongue slide
up and down your wet slit.  You want to feel this, don't you?"

"Uhhh, huhhh......" she moaned, feeling his fingers lightly grazing
the tender softness of her inner thigh and inching closer to the
crotch of her panties.

"You do want it, don't you.  You want to feel what it's like to let
yourself go completely; to feel yourself free of inhibitions.  You
want to have multiple orgasms," he continued as his hand moved up
to the waistband of the scant garment.  Pressing his fingers down
and in, he soon touched the little wisps of hair and could feel the
moist, hot treasure right below.  "It feels so good to be free and
untied; to be naked and open," he whispered soothingly, as he
shifted around, hooking his fingers at the top of her panties, sliding
and rolling them down and off her slender, smooth hips.

"Doesn't that feel good, Sabrina?  Don't you like to be free and
naked?  Feel how your warm, wet vagina is uncovered and open;
ready to be touched and kissed.  You want that, don't you, Sabrina.
You want to be kissed and licked and touched down there.
Wouldn't it feel wonderful?" he murmured, lowering his mouth
down to the little triangle tuft of dark hair.  "To have the lips of
your sex touched and caressed by someone's mouth . . . like this."

Sabrina felt his hot breath first and then an electric jolt surged
through her every fiber as his lips made contact with her drenched
opening.  She could barely breath; her mouth and her legs fell open
and she groaned softly, feeling him nibble and tease at her most
sensitive area.  Somewhere in the distance she heard the waves
crashing, but the sound was no match for the thundering beat of her
heart.

The doctor's strong, but gentle hands slid under her thighs and
pressed them apart.  Then the pointed tip of his tongue lashed out
and danced up and down her slick groove.  Her body shuddered and
her veins flooded with intense pleasure.  She could feel her clit
throbbing for attention and she prayed his tongue would find it
soon.

He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper to taste
the sweet nectar waiting.  Hearing her gasp with approval above
him, the doctor spread her glistening vaginal lips open with his
fingers while he lapped at her furiously, letting her luscious taste
wash over his palate.

Sabrina gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch.  Her aroused
body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm.  His
mouth moved languidly on her, almost teasing her by not hurrying.
She could feel the little button at the center of her sex throbbing and
pulsing, aching for his touch.  Finally he gave into her need and
swiped his probing tongue directly over the pearl.  Skyrockets went
off in her head and her entire body went rigid against him.

Dr. Burrows was also enduring carnal rushes of desire.  His big
cock was fighting for room in his pants and needed release.  While
one hand continued to hold the writhing woman pinned down and
spread open, his other hand deftly removed his shoes and socks and
opened his pants and shirt.  Pushing his trousers down and slipping
his legs out, he then tugged his boxers down and stepped out of
them to finally give his painful erection wonderful freedom.

She felt him moving around and then settling, but all she could
concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure radiating out from
between her legs.  Another great shudder rocked her small frame as
he intensified his tongue movements on her clit once more.  He
reached for and found one her delicate hands and held it; interlacing
their fingers, they squeezed and caressed each other, sharing another
contact point of passion.  Then he gently moved her hand over until
her fingers touched him; first she could feel his wiry hair, then the
solid column of flesh brushing against her knuckles and then her
palm.   His hand left hers just as his mouth and tongue began the
final assault to bring her over the edge.

Reflexively she gripped her fingers around him tightly.  Somewhere
in her foggy mind she knew she held a large cock in her hand; it felt
warm and rock hard, throbbing and twitching slightly against her
soft palm.  Her instincts told her to pump the velvety flesh, so she
did . . . gliding her fingers up and down and feeling the ridges and
contours of the veiny shaft.

His breathing was ragged and his stomach tensed as she jacked the
turgid flesh of his cock.  He continued to lap between her legs
hungrily.  One long finger found her soggy opening and pressed
deep inside, causing her churning hips to jerk off the cushion.  Her
hand tightened around his swelling shaft, and the fingers of her
other hand tangled in his hair and pressed his head urgently against
her squirming mound.  Suddenly she cried out, jerking almost
completely up off the couch until only the top of her head and her
curled toes remained in place.  Her tortured pussy seemed to
explode around his mouth with contraction after contraction sending
deep waves of rapture flowing throughout her shaking body.

Gradually Sabrina floated back to earth.  She crumbled onto the
couch, physically exhausted by her climax, but her excited flesh still
tingled and her mind whirled with sexual contentment.

Slowly the doctor stopped tonguing her and raised his head.  His
eyes were glazed with arousal, and he smiled with satisfaction when
he noticed her tiny hand still stroking him.  Her grip was not as tight
and the tempo was easing, but he could see that she was receptive to
suggestion and ready for the second phase of therapy.

While she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Dr. Burrows took
hold of her dress bunched around her waist and tugged at it until she
leaned forward and allowed him to pull it over her head and off.  He
grinned when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra, the perfectly
rounded globes bounced and jiggled when they were released from
the confines of the fabric.  Little pink nipples stood up proud and
erect, begging for attention.

Temporarily drained, Sabrina was only vaguely aware that she was
being undressed and that someone was lying down with her on the
couch.  The doctor snaked his arm around her and gently pulled her
soft flesh against his.  She scooted back against him, feeling safe
and warm in his strong embrace.  Abruptly she realized where she
was and whom she was with, however, and her body tensed.

"Relax, easy . . ." he breathed in her ear.  "Listen to the waves, focus
on the waves."

She glanced down at his big arm around her waist, holding her
tight; his hand just inches away from her damp, rust-colored nest.
Though he was not doing anything to cause her fear, she did have a
fleeting thought that there was no way she could escape if he did not
want her to.  Sabrina's breath caught and she felt a strong shudder
that she couldn't quite attach an emotion to.  She didn't know
whether she was thrilled or frightened.

His big hands began to caress her firm belly and she stiffened with
trepidation again.  "Shhhh.....just let yourself go, Sabrina.  That's
what you want, remember?   You want to be rid of your fears and
inhibitions.  I'm going to help you," he whispered, trying to
encourage her.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on anything but his
hands and fingers gliding over her silky skin.  Then she
remembered that, only a few moments ago, this man enraptured her.
He took her to the very brink of ecstasy for one of the very few
times in her life.  Perhaps if she simply relaxed and did what he
said, he really could help be the lover she truly wanted to be.  With
that in mind, she resolved to give herself over to the doctor, to let
him rekindle the fire that sill smoldered within her.

Dr. Burrows' fingertip dipped down and into her tight passage.
"Feel the buttery liquid flowing so freely.  Feel the heat building up
inside you," he urged.

Sabrina's mind was hazy.  She nodded slightly as she listened to
him whispering instruction to her, but she was also aware that those
tingling sensations were coming back.  As he fingered her lazily,
she became aware of his very erect cock pressing against her
bottom.  Her little clit started its throbbing dance while her thoughts
centered on the immense size and girth of the fleshy tool poised
behind her.  Almost involuntarily, her small body shifted back
against him.

The doctor was still whispering and directing her.  "Notice and
cherish every sensation you feel from your lover," he continued, as
his fingers traced along the lips of her labia.  He teased her with
long, slow strokes down the length of her furrow, coating his
fingertips with her gleaming juices.

A soft, low moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered shut as
trembled with mounting desire.  Both she and the doctor could feel
the last of her defenses drifting and melting away with his knowing
touch.

"Feel how your vagina provides sweet lubrication, letting you know
when you are ready for sex," he instructed.  His thick fingers
churned in her honey pot, causing her to gasp and grind her soft
buttocks back against his hardness.  He listened to her pant and
whimper as he touched and prodded her pink folds, knowing she
was getting close to going off again.  He purposely avoided contact
with her neglected clit, challenging himself to make her come
without the easy trigger.

Sabrina's heart pounded and she fought to drag deep breaths into her
scalding lungs.  The overheated young wife was dizzy and she
could feel strong contractions beginning to build up from her very
core.  The doctor shifted lower on the couch, but she did not notice.
His cock moved down past the cheeks of her perfect bottom and
brushed against the back of her smooth thigh.  The blunt,
helmet-shaped head pressed insistently against her juncture, and her
weary legs moved apart.

While one hand continued to stroke and finger her, his other hand
reached down and grasped his straining cock.  "You are probably
needing some kind of release from the intense sensations you are
feeling now, correct?" he asked, as he positioned his big pole at her
entrance.

She nodded her head dumbly; there was a rushing sound in her ears
and she felt almost feverish.  Behind her, the doctor flicked his hips
forward and pressed the blunt head between her swollen lips.
Sabrina groaned and pushed back against him to hasten his entry.
All pretense of therapy was gone now for her.  All she desired was
to be filled completely and to find the sweet release of her climax.

But the doctor was not quite ready to give into her.  "Feel how
partial entry only brings partial relief," he commented.  Then he
pushed only the tip of his thick shaft into her.  Pausing there, he
listened to her give a little whimper.  His fingers continued to tease
against her slippery lips, but he still avoided her clit.  Gradually he
began to move the head of his cock around her opening a little
without pushing any farther inside.  The poor young woman tried to
grind back against him unsuccessfully, and she bit her lower lip
softly in frustration.  "Notice how gradual entry changes your direct
response," he said calmly.

Sabrina moaned and waited for him to push up into her, but he did
not move for a moment.  At last he started to slide slowly into her.
She held her breath as his thick, round shaft eased forward inch by
inch.  Her strong inner muscles gripped around him tightly, almost
pulling his rod up into her steamy tunnel.

One of his hands reached up and massaged her breast.  She could
feel the soft, quivering flesh getting wet with her own juices.
Arching her back, she crushed her tit against his fingers as they
rolled and tweaked her turgid nipple.  Her climax continued to build
up as he pushed his cock deeper inside, and she wiggled her taut,
round bottom back against his flat abdomen.

Finally he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt in her clutching
wetness.  "Now that you have experienced the satisfaction of full
entry, we can explore the opposite sensation of total emptiness," he
said, as he started to pull his length back away from her.

Her eyes flew open when she realized what he was planning.
Afraid he was going to take his wonderful cock out of her again, she
cried out helplessly, "No, please!"  She tried to grip him tighter
inside to keep him in place.

Smiling to himself, the doctor simply shrugged.  "All right, we can
always examine the effects of friction and motion, then," he
chuckled, immediately pushing back deep inside her in one motion,
then he pulled back partially and slammed back again.  Sabrina
threw her head back against his shoulder as the waves of her orgasm
continued to crescendo within her.  She shook and trembled when
he began to thrust in and out with long smooth strokes.

"Of course one of the advantages of this position of intercourse is
the ease of access to the clitoris," he mentioned casually, and his
fingers at long last pushed down and found the fleshy hood of her
throbbing little bud.  Grasping the sensitive nub between his thumb
and forefinger, he gently rolled it back and forth, around and
around, until she could stand it no longer.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened wide but no
sound came out.  Blinding light flashed in her head and her petite
body convulsed in a series or orgasms, each stronger than the last.
She clutched and grabbed desperately at the cushion beneath her,
and every sleek muscle seemed to strain and freeze up.

Dr. Burrows let her ride through intensity of her explosion until she
gradually began to calm down.  "Ah . . .I see you are
multi-orgasmic," he observed.   "Very good.  Well, let's see what
other variations on the them we can explore."

While she fought to catch her breath and regain her senses, the
doctor sat forward, gently pushing and causing her to rise up on her
knees as he rose up to his.  Groggy and dazed, she fell forward and
dropped her weight onto her forearms.  Now on all fours in front of
him, she gripped the leather cushion with her weary fingers and
planted her knees into it.  Her hands were at the end of the couch
and her cute little ass was raised high against him.

Kneeling behind her, the doctor began to quicken the pace of his
strokes, driving solidly and deep each time.  A soft sheen of sweat
covered both bodies as they rocked together in unison.  The
moisture caused Sabrina's hands to become slippery and one
particularly vicious thrust suddenly forced her off the front of the
couch.  Gasping, her eyes snapped open and she clawed out with a
rush of adrenaline to break her short fall.  Her fingers twisted into
the soft carpet and planted there.

Watching and realizing she had recovered from the slip, Dr.
Burrows resumed his assault on her frayed senses.  His fingers kept
up the sadistic little game of tweaking her hypersensitive clitoris,
while his hips pounded again and again with increasing speed and
power against her rippling buttocks.  Each savage thrust plowed his
impressive cock deep into her tunnel, pushing the hot meat up
against her cervix.

Her head dropped down and her long, silky hair fanned out across
the floor.  Sabrina's swaying breasts and burning nipples scraped
and slid across the leather cushion.  Each time Burrows twisted her
secret button she would respond by grinding her ass back against
him.  Another in a long string of crashing orgasm was quickly
building and ready to consume her.

The doctor was rapidly approaching his own release.  Grunting and
sweating, the big man strained at his pleasurable work.  His hard
buttocks flexed and hollowed as her hammered away, feeling their
slick flesh slap together faster and faster.  His bloated balls swung
heavy between his legs, ready to spray his molten seed in her
furthest depths.  He waited until her constant cries rose to the level
that he knew could only mean she was having another wild orgasm.
Then, while her pussy pulsed and twitched around his pistoning
shaft, he groaned out one last comment to her:  "And this is what we
call a shared climax," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Her eyes flew open and Sabrina tried to scream out in ecstasy when
she felt him grip her hips firmly and slam into her one last time.
But there was no sound from her parched throat.  White-hot fluid
rocketed into her with a powerful blast that triggered yet another
numbing orgasm.  Her body fully spent, she collapsed and fell away
from him, sliding completely onto the floor.  His cock reluctantly
slipped from her slit with an obscene, wet smacking sound . . .his
come seeped from her opening.

Dr. Burrows fell forward too, exhausted.  He eased himself down
onto the floor with the beautiful woman he had just taken; she was
still gasping for breath and trembling from the ordeal.  The doctor
lay down against her naked body, spoon-fashion, and stroked her
soft skin tenderly.

When she could finally speak, Sabrina rasped, "That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it," he whispered.  "You are a wonderful
patient.  So, do you approve of my sexual surrogate techniques?"

She turned her head back slightly and gazed at him.  "You are
almost as good at being a sex surrogate as you are at being my
husband," she giggled softly.  "I can hardly wait for our next
session."

"Me too," he chuckled.  "But remember, next time you promised
we'd do my cheerleader fantasy!"


*****THE END*****

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