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Subject: {ASSM} Doctor Betty & Hal {MC MF} by Ben Wa
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Doctor Betty & Hal { MC MF } by Ben Wa BenWa@hushmail.com
Enhanced by graphics at http://www.angelfire.com/film/benwa/

Synopsis: Betty, a brilliant college co-ed with a huge submissive
streak was being transformed by Hal, a graduate psychology
student, from being a fat girl with poor complexion & rotten
self-image into the woman she (& he) always desired (see
forthcoming "Betty & Hal"). Betty had a fertile imagination when
she masturbated (frequently) this was one of her favorites, Dr.
Betty. In this daydream ... My life as a beautiful, brilliant,
highly successful, psychologist with a diverse fantasy wardrobe
who is changed forever when I take on Hal as a new patient with a
common problem and an extraordinary scent.

I'm a psychologist, with a Ph.D. in Male Sexual Dysfunction,
highly skilled, and in great demand. Billing out at over $300 an
hour, I earn more then most doctors or lawyers. Many CEOs,
Politicians, Judges, CFOs, Doctors, Lawyers, and Chairmen of the
Board are among my regular clients. They're wealthy enough to be
willing to pay extra for range and quality of the services I
provide and interested in being able to write off the expense of
using a registered fully-accredited therapist.

In addition to my impressive credentials, it helps to be 26 years
old with a 5'8" tall 36D-23-36 tanned body, long legs, and tight
ass. My waist length dark-blond hair could appear brunet or
blond, depending on the conditions of the room light, sun, or how
much I felt like highlighting it that week. As for appearance,
with my sculptured profile, full lips, long lashes, blue eyes,
and perfect teeth, I could have been a supermodel if not for my
firm overlarge breasts. I keep in shape with a careful diet and
50 laps four times a week at the pool at my (I'm 30% owner)
private women's health spa.

 My grades in school were good enough to get me into any college
or graduate school I wished with a full scholarship, but my
mother was a poor divorcee who could not afford all the little
extras that make college life bearable. I had to work to afford
the clothes and lifestyle I wanted. I found the most
cost-effective use of my time was exotic dancing. The local laws
were quite loose, so I usually began wearing one of my trademark
butterfly outfits and ended up wearing only my smile. I had a
great body and saw no reason not to put it to use as long as I
was the one in control. It paid way better then waitressing and
kept my body in great shape. If I needed extra cash, a little
"hooking" with a few special clients would pay for a Caribbean
vacation or special gift for myself with no strings attached.

I always had a clear idea of my goal and the means needed to
achieve it. I'd lost my virginity at 15 to a boy I deeply loved.
He dumped me two weeks later. I was so naive about sex that I
didn't even use birth control. I thank my lucky stars that I
didn't get pregnant or worse disease. During college and graduate
school, I'd occasionally go on dates to get a good dinner, but
the boys and later men my own age all seemed immature or overawed
by my looks, intelligence, or money.

My clients are all older, well-spoken gentlemen. I am treated
like a lady at all times (dirty-talk during sex in the bedroom is
a separate consideration). They bring little gifts of
appreciation, flowers, candy, jewelry, or a fantasy costume they
want to see me wear. Anyone who doesn't meet my standards is
never invited back. The one or two creeps that fooled me at first
were dealt with by my self-defense training or the "panic button"
in my office that quickly summons the 24-hour private security
force in my co-op. With the tips my knowledgeable clients give me
(no pun intended) on investments, I've become a wealthy woman.

Although older, most are quite virile. They come to me for things
their pampered wives refuse to provide. It may be oral, anal, or
a fantasy the wife considered to degrading or obscene. When I
allow evening appointments, it is usually to be escorted to the
opera, theater, concert, or artistic event. I've grown to love
these evenings even without my $2000 flat fee. He pays for
everything, of course.

 I have accumulated a wide variety of costumes and sexual
paraphernalia over the years for use in an even wider variety of
fantasies. Nothing you could do would please me when I play the
dominatrix in my vinyl and fishnet bustier with its cage-style
bodice, fishnet insets and lace-top fishnet stockings. I have the
medicine you need as the tender hearted nurse who'd see to your
every medical and physical need in white uniform, hat, and skirt,
lacking only bra and panties. I'd become a virginal bride anxious
yet eagerly awaiting her first sexual experience wearing a white
satin teddy with beautiful lace and sequin appliqu s, under-wire
cups, a G-string back with flouncy tulle skirting, matching pearl
headdress and veil. I'd hop to your command as a two-piece bunny
costume with faux fur, sheer inset, satin bows, puff tail and
Satin-fur ears headband. Ooh-la-la, ze french maid vill be sure
to clean your clock toot-suite, monsieur. A five-piece favorite
with sheer satin mini, underwired fiberfill cups, lace edge panty
with full ruffle back, Lace wrist-lets, headband and apron.

I averaged four 2-hour (actually 100-minute) sexual sessions a
day, six days a week. If you do the math that's $14,400 a week,
before taxes, but excluding the many unreported gifts and perks.
During most sessions, the client needs to bring me to a
"shattering climax", but keeping control of the delicate
situations and tight schedule I face every day is too important
to actually permit an orgasm during a session. Fortunately, it is
impossible for a man to tell if a woman has actually climaxed.
With my training and experience, it was easy to fake. I enjoy the
sex and attention. The moisture of my easily aroused sex was
almost always genuine, occasionally assisted by an artificial
lubricant. Being too dry is the one unforgivable sin. If I became
frustrated, a few minutes self-manipulation before the next
session was enough to provide relief. I had not climaxed with a
client, in fact any man or woman for over six years, maintaining
my professional authority was too important to me. Maybe that
makes me a control freak.

I look forward to the rare occasions when I can help someone with
a genuine dysfunction. Richard was one of her very first clients.
He'd help set her up here. They had genuine affection for each
other. Richard loved his wife deeply, but she had been paralyzed
from the neck down in a tragic car accident. Once when I met her
I was stunned to find she knew all about us. She expressed her
deep appreciation for providing the necessary outlet her vital,
viral husband needed to avoid trouble with sordid prostitutes.

Richard asked if I could help his only son who was my own age. I
would have helped for free, but Richard insisted on paying
standard rates. According to Richard, although the son was a
handsome, successful young man, he had a problem with women. He
seemed to have no problem attracting them, quite the opposite,
but the spoiled pampered women of his social circle had no
patience or tolerance for dealing with his sexual impotence. We
arranged an introductory session, the last appointment of myday.

"Come in Hal, call me Betty. You're even more handsome then your
father said," I truthfully observed. I walked over and gave him
my (standard welcome) big hug, pressing my bountiful breasts
against his broad chest. He smelled so yummy, I held him longer
then I had planned, nuzzling his neck to get more of his scent.
He was still about an inch taller then me in 3" heels say 6-foot
even.

I wore a white blouse under a business jacket with a matching
knee-length double-slit skirt, and matching heels. I gave us both
a glass of my favorite Chardonnay, finishing mine quickly. While
making small talk to set him at ease, I crossed and uncrossed my
legs several times, until I was sure he realized that I was not
wearing underwear, top or bottom. I judged the time right to say,
"Your dad and I have known each other for many years. Because he
loves you and knows I am very good at what I do, he described
everything, and asked me to help you find a satisfying solution.
I am ready to begin, OK?"

 When he nodded acceptance, I rose and removed my jacket,
exposing my mid-drift through the translucent blouse. Then I
lifted my hands behind my head to lift the line of my breasts,
and thrust out my chest. Making my breasts jiggle as I completed
striking a pose that was always successful, and inquired, "Do you
like me?" Eyes fixed on my tits, he nodded once more, and I sat
next to him, out thighs touching.

I turned and brought his hand to my ample breast and appealed,
"Then touch me." He tentatively began a gentle massage through my
thin top. I laid my head down on his shoulder and whispered into
his ear, "More." Hal's touch became firmer. When my nipple popped
up from his attention, I whispered, "Now my other breast." His
hand shifted and began another gentle massage. As the second
nipple popped up, I whispered "Now slide your hands under my top,
gently twist both nipples back and forth between your thumbs and
forefingers." I whispered encouragement, "That feels so good Hal,
a little harder". My body rapidly warmed as Hal's stimulation
continued.

I continued to direct and encourage Hal, unbutton my top, lift
the breast, kiss the nipples, lick between my breasts, lick my
nipple, suck on the nipple while massaging my breast. I had
expected the arousal that spread from my nipples to my cunt, but
it was strong. I was getting hotter, wetter, faster then normal.
Hal's breathing hadn't increased. I reached for his cock to
better judge his reaction, whispering "I'm going to touch you
now." Hal's cock still soft although it felt as large as many
men's erections.

She began gently rubbing Hal's cock through his pants, continuing
her directions and encouragement, "Roll my skirt up as I lift up.
See how hot you've made me. Touch my knees. Slide you palms
slowly up the insides of my thighs." I undid his belt. "Make
small circles and gently spread my thighs apart." I pulled down
his zipper, "Help me pull down your pants and shorts." When we
did this I grasped his naked tool. It was still soft! I expected
more reaction then this. Well, I'd keep on going, sure I'd get a
reaction soon,

I whispered, "Now there's nothing between your hand and my naked
pussy. Cup my pussy with your palm and fingers and feel how wet
and hot you've made me. Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good. Now rub
your middle finger along my hot wet slit, gently pressing in.

Ohhhhh, I felt things spinning, was it that 4th glass of wine I'd
had today? I took a firmer grip of Hal's cock. Holding it made me
feel in control of the situation. Hal smelled so good. I let the
heady aroma fill my nose, my lungs, my brain, and everything
began to get fuzzy, white, soft and warm.

Hal's finger was soaked in my juices. It felt hot and slippery as
it pressed past my labia into my cunt. I was floating on a soft
cloud of sensation. My hips began to gently thrust against the
intruder; my inner muscles tried to pull it deeper into me. Only
soft moans escaped my lips.

I floated like that for a long time. Gentle waves of bliss
breaking upon me. Then I heard a voice from far away, "Betty, are
you OK?" I felt a wonderful kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered
open to see whom it was. Hal smiled down at me and said, "You
looked like a beautiful princess, so I tried to wake you with a
kiss." His finger was still inside me making it difficult to
think. I asked, "Please hold me tight Hal". He withdrew his
finger from my pussy with a small slurping sound. Strong arms
wrapped around me pressing my breast against his. I squeezed to
check his cock again. It was still soft. My pussy felt empty
without his magic finger.

I burst into tears, crying into his chest. I, the expert, the
control freak, had completely lost it under Hal's caresses, but
had not been able to make his cock the least bit hard. I had been
helpless under the spell of his touch, he could have used me
further, my body had been prepared for it, but it was his
chivalry not my loss of discipline, that was the deciding factor.
"It's all right Betty", said Hal, trying to comfort me, as he
rocked me gently. I burst out crying yet again, his voice, and
the comforting arms holding me tight were exactly like my
childhood memories of my long dead father. It made me feel safe
and secure.

It must have been 15 or 20 minutes as I lay in his arms not
wanting to move before I recovered my composure. I spoke into his
broad chest, apologizing profusely for my behavior. I said he
probably never wanted to see me again considering how
unprofessionally I'd acted. I dreaded the answer as the seconds
ticked by. Hal gave me a squeeze and said, "I very much want to
see you again, Betty. You've made me feel more like a man then
any woman I've every dated. What's the next step?"

His words filled me with an overpowering sense of relief. What a
wonderful man! I took 3 deep breaths, his scent filling my lungs.
The loudest reply I could manage was a whispered, "It's OK to let
go now, I'll be fine. Thank you for holding me."

As he released me, I felt a longing for his arms around me again,
but sitting back I was able to think a bit more clearly.
Treatment of Hal's problem would be best handled by bringing him
to a relaxing environment where I could focus on the issues
without distraction for an extended period of time. A period of
2-3 days, not hours was required. The best solution was the cabin
I had used in the past for similar situations. It was isolated,
in an idillic location a few hours out of town. Collecting my
thoughts I explained, "I think it best if we plan a weekend away
from familiar surroundings. Let's start planning in two days. I
have an opening, lunch time, here, if that works for you." I had
succeeded in re-establishing control. He thought a minute,
checked his schedule and graciously agreed.

He stood up and turned around to pull up his pants, giving me a
chance to fix my own clothes. I walked him to the door, threw my
arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss, letting our tongues
exchange good-byes. The few seconds I'd planned dragged on. I
couldn't bring myself to break away. Finally he broke our kiss,
turned, and left. I stared at the door several minutes, thinking
of how powerfully I was drawn to him then looked at my clock. It
was more then two hours past the scheduled end of our
appointment. Suddenly I wasn't sure at all of my control the next
time we'd meet. I went to the bedroom adjoining my office,
undressed, lay on the bed, and brought myself to four gentle
climaxes, thinking of Hal.

Next meeting I greeted Hal with a deeper kiss, shoving my breasts
against his chest and using my thigh to determine if his cock
might start to harden. His tongue explored my open mouth as I
gently rubbed my nipples and thigh against him. His wonderful
scent seemed stronger then last time. Instead of breaking away
after a few seconds, I was content to rest against him. As his
arms tightened around me, I though he certainly seemed to be
enjoying this except for his still soft cock. When he decided to
break the kiss, he allowed me to take a step back. I gave a
little hop to put a bounce in my bra-less breasts, then I slowly
twirled to display my back-less red dress with high slit skirt,
and plunging neckline that ended just above my already pouting
nipples.

I pulled him to the couch to show him pictures of the summer
cabin I owned. Snuggling next to him, I was enveloped by his
distinctive scent. I kept interrupting my own explanation
whenever I felt the need to pull down his lips for a kiss. The
main room taking up half the house was a combination
bedroom/living room with a super king-size bed that had satin
sheets. I pointed out the projection TV/VCR/DVD on the wall that
often showed X-rated movies to set the proper mood. A full
kitchen and bathroom were right off the main room. My favorite
part of the cabin was the attached structure with a heated-pool
and Jacuzzi; both designed for lovemaking in many different
positions. The walls were opaque for privacy, but with full
length mirrors dotting the walls. The entire ceiling was a sun
roof. The pleasent dizzyness started to return. I reached for
Hal's hand to bring it to my breast, just as the buzzer I had set
before we started indicated the need to prepare for my next
appoitment. It was something I never normally used, but
considering Hal's effect on me and with another client coming in
20 minutes, I'm glad I did.

We disengaged and rose to prepare for Hal to leave. Quickly
checking both our calendars, we decided on a date two and a half
weeks away. This would not have been enough time for me to have
the necessary preparation sessions with Hal if he did not agree
to double-length sessions at the end of the day. I told him at
our next session, he would help me decide what to wear on our
weekend.

 It was time for my fashion show. I explained I wanted to dress
for HIM. To take the outfits that HE thought were the hottest and
sexiest. Gallantly, he said he liked what I was already wearing.
I smiled and went to the changing room and came out in several
"conservative" outfits, beginning with my "teacher" dress. Many
men like the idea of turning a conservatively dressed woman into
a hot, panting slut. Hal let all these pass with a small shake of
his head. The next set was "fantasy professions", nurse, doctor,
policewoman, fire-woman, all rejected.

Now my outfits became steadily more provocative, selectively
exposing, my back, thighs, shoulders, belly, cleavage, ass
cheeks, etc. Starting with revealing, I moved onto skimpy, and
then bawdy, waiting to see if his cock would harden. I struck
poses to display my body to him, hoping to incite his lust. He
got into the fun, pretending indecision until I agreed to have
him direct the movements of my body. He systematically moved me
through my standard poses for each new outfit. He also required
several additional "naughty" poses, rubbing palms up thighs,
lifting breasts, spreading ass cheeks, and pinching nipples.

 I allowed him to keep this control; even though being commanded
to display myself in one "naughty" pose after another was getting
me very hot. My skin was becoming flushed, especially on the top
of my breasts and belly. It was easily visible when we moved onto
bathing suits where he selected only the skimpiest string bikinis
or the most transparent fabrics. Last, onto night-wear where his
preference leaned to transparent camisoles, bustiers which lifted
by breasts but left my now engorged nipples fully exposed, and
lace, crotch-less panties which became wet with my arousal as
soon as I put them on. Hal continued to command my movements,
bend over to display my ass, lift my hands to display the
fullness of my breasts, thrust my hips forward to make everything
jiggle, spread my legs apart to display my soaking wet slit.

 Our time was up just as he approved the last outfit, stick-on
breast petals and thong g-string. My entire body was flushed as
the smell of my own wet sex rose to my nostrils. I ran back to
the dressing room my arousal dripping down my thighs and asking
Hal to please let himself out and remember our next appointment.
I did not trust myself enough for a goodbye kiss. If I let him
touch me, I definitely would have thrown myself at him, begging
to be fucked. Putting that kind of pressure on him to perform
would have destroyed our relationship both professional and
otherwise. As I heard the door click I reached down between my
legs. Two strokes later I had a massive, multiple orgasm that
knocked me to the floor as I burst into tears. I was getting
emotionally involved. I should break off the sessions, but both
Richard and Hal depended on me, and I needed to prove I could
re-gain objectivity.

The next session was designed to give him the confidence that he
could bring a woman to orgasm without using his problematic
penis. I explained there were many erogenous zones on a woman's
body in addition to the obvious ones. These become more sensitive
as her body's arousal rises, but some become painfully sensitive
and should be avoided. My body, for example, had greater
endurance then average, but was exceptionally sensitive
(particularly around Hal). He must use a light gentle touch and
learn the signs of both imminent climax and exhaustion.

We disrobed. I lay on the floor with a thick towel under my cunt.
He lay next to me. I placed one hand behind my head. The other
grasped his still soft cock to insure my control (nothing else
gives you the same control as holding a man's cock). I told him
to experiment to find my erogenous zones and judge their
sensitivity. He began by licking around my belly button, a very
ticklish spot that often becomes painfully sensitive once fully
aroused. The air exploded from my lungs as I jerked at his first
touch. He held down my hips as I had instructed and proceeded to
drive me wild with his tongue. In five minutes my pussy was
gushing fluids.

He broke off and moved to nuzzle and lick my sensitive earlobes,
whispering how beautiful I was, how marvelously sensitive, how
much I made him feel like a man. I began squirming and he moved
to my face and neck, raining kisses on them. Proceeding downward
he licked up and down my cleavage and massaging my breasts while
avoiding the engorged nipples. My moans and rapid squeezing of
his cock signaled the next change. He disengaged my hand on his
cock so he could move downward.

Starting at my toes of my right foot, he licked and sucked each
one (fortunately I keep my feet very clean), then up the instep,
the knee, legs, and onto the thighs which he gently pressed
apart. Here tactics changed. He began moving in small circles
licking and sucking my sensitized skin always moving slowly
upward. Passing the halfway point the nails from his other hand
almost made the reactive flesh leap off the inside of my other
thigh. At the doorway to my womanhood he stopped and gathered me
into a deep kiss.

Breathing through my nose, I inhaled Hal's wonderful scent; it
seemed stronger then ever. I began to feel fuzzy again, I needed
to have the cock in my hand that I had been forced to release. I
closed my hand around his manhood; it was hard! How had it
happened? I had succeeded, at least in part, without knowing why.
I yearned to ask, but could not, knowing it would destroy the
progress I had somehow accomplished. I squeezed and rubbed Hal's
cock gently while letting him direct the dance of our tongues.
When our kiss ended, I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs. I
asked for a break, needing the bathroom and a chance to recover a
bit. We put on light robes and Hal sipped wine while I excused
myself. After I peed, I brought myself off twice trying to get my
arousal under control.

We sat on the couch together. I asked Hal to hold me and I told
him how wonderful he had made me feel with his lips, his mouth
and his tongue. Hal's robe shifted and I saw his cock had
softened completely again, but was still a full 6" long. I was
sure he had not ejaculated, but asked him gently for
confirmation. I asked him to hold my breast while I reached for
his cock. I put my head on his shoulder as we each massaged the
other gently, in silence while we thought. He had been hard. He
should still be hard. I felt dizzy again. It must be Hal's strong
scent that I had not noticed while I had been lost in thought. My
arousal came back stronger then before I masturbated.

I tried to focus on his face while I continued. He would now use
his mouth and tongue to perform cunnalingus. He should focus on
the folds of the labia, the clitoris, and inside the vagina. I
did not want him to use penis in nay way. He'd learn to please a
woman without it. His penis should not enter me or perform
intercourse. That would come later. If he became too excited then
I'd give him oral relief.

The key to maximizing a woman's pleasure, I explained, was to
bring her to the brink of orgasm without allowing climax to
increase her anticipation unbearably, but finally allowing climax
before she became exhausted by the muscular tension and
frustration. Most important each woman is different and a man
must be sensitive to those differences. The most difficult part
for a man was to control his own needs and orgasm. If he could do
that then he could pleasure any normal woman.

There are certain time-critical things he must notice, I
explained, like my hips moving as a prelude to climax. To calm
the fires by gently rubbing his hand against mound of flesh above
the pubic bone. And that he must make the decisions, no woman,
not even I, could be rational when, aroused in this way. He must
ignore any pleas to force climax, indeed ignore everything I
said, but should listen immediately if asked to stop.

Once again, I lay on the floor fully exposed under his gaze. I
kept my pussy clean shaven, so not even a thin barrier of pubic
hair offered any protection. I had replaced the old towel, which
was soaked with my lubricants, with another thick, dry towel
under my cunt, which was already very wet. He moved between my
legs already spread to give him access. For a moment I tried
protecting my clit with my right hand, but instead I
unconsciously began to rub it. Hal took both of my both hands and
placed them above my head. I missed the feeling of control that
holding his soft cock would have provided. Once I became
sufficiently aroused (I was almost there already) I would be
helpless to resist anything his wished to do to my body. I didn't
like feeling that vulnerable, but I felt I knew Hal well enough
to trust him and it was part of the job. Actually, I was torn
between trusting Hal and wishing he would lose control and drive
his cock into my hot, wet, empty cunt.

Instead of the direct route, Hal began running up his fingers
inside my inner thighs. This brought low moans to my lips and my
hips began to gently thrust upwards, before I had told Hal they
would. He needed to hold me down so his target would stop moving.
Suddenly, a searing bolt of lightning electrified my entire body.
The tip of his tongue had fallen directly on my clitoris, which
had left its normal protective concealment because of my earlier
arousal. An immediate hard climax left me breathless.

I was unable to speak as Hal's probing tongue and lips continued
to force dazzling sensations from my cunt. I came again, a flood
of my juices bathing Hal's tongue. Hal continued as I instructed,
not realizing that the way I was held, my hips could not move to
signal him to slow down. The smell of my own sex mingled with
Hal's scent permeated my brain. My mind dissolved under the
onslaught of one orgasm after another. I could only feel the
empty need to be filled by a cock, Hal's cock doubling and
re-doubling with each climax. I had always been multi-orgasmic,
but never like this. I finally caught my breath enough to beg,
"Fuck me ... please ... shove your cock into me!" The images of
us skin-to-skin, the rightness of being helpless under Hal's
touch, burned deep into my brain. Fortunately, Hal ignored me as
I had asked him to do, but he continued to use his lips and
tongue, forcing one orgasm after another. In some indefinable
way, I was changed, but the intensity of the experience allowed
me to remember only the pleasure.

I don't know how long passed until I swam back to consciousness
as if from an erotic dream. I was only aware of the most
wonderful feeling of safety and security from someone holding me
close while gently massaging my breasts with one hand and rubbing
me above my pubic bone with the other. Hal whispered in my ear,
"Are you OK, Betty?" I just lay there. After a few moments, not
wanting to break to mood I replied, "I'm peeeeerfect, please
don't let go." More blissful minutes passed. Feeling an insistent
pressure, Hal finally said, "I'm sorry, Betty. I have to pee."
Disappointed, but understanding, I let him up, put my robe on and
sat on the couch waiting for his return. Looking at my clock, I
saw that once again I was more than an hour beyond the planned
schedule. I didn't mind. I hadn't felt like this in a long time.

 When Hal returned, I praised him unreservedly on how marvelously
he had made me feel. I left out the part about my own orgasms,
but asked about his. Hal said, his cock had gotten quite hard,
but did not cum and was now soft again. I asked if he needed to
cum. He said yes, he was uncomfortable. I kneeled down on the
carpet before him and gave him my best blowjob. I had to work at
it for a long time, but with a great shout he finally came in
great spurts which I, of course swallowed. When he recovered, he
was lavish with his thanks, no other woman had ever been able to
do that for him before. I confirmed our next appointment and we
got dressed. As he left, I gave him my best goodbye kiss to be
sure he'd come back. I knew now I could make him hard and make
him cum. I was more determined then ever to figure out the rest
about this mystery man and get him back into my pants.

For our last session before the weekend, I decided to find out
more about his past, hoping it would help me understand the
mystery. I needed Hal to be comfortable, could not accomplish my
goal if we ended up naked, rolling on the floor. So, I decided to
wear a low-cut, form-fitting, black jumpsuit. I greeted Hal
warmly as always and had him sit on the couch with a glass of
wine. I sat at an angle in the armchair with my own glass.

Using my training I gently probed Hal's past. Everything his
father, Richard had told me was true, Hal had absolutely no
trouble with women except at the culmination. He had never become
so hard and excited before he met me. For that, I gave him my
brightest smile. Did he think he could hold it during intercourse
with me? Maybe, he wasn't sure.

We talked about his mother who Hal described as very warm,
loving, beautiful, strong, and brilliant. I blushed when Hal said
I reminded him of her in many ways. She'd obviously had a big
influence on him. He remembered her warning against becoming
attracted to shallow women who would not give him their whole
heart. Ah, perhaps the women he had known before could not
measure up to the memory of Hal's mother.

Then I switched the conversation back to Hal. What was he
thinking when we were together and he became hard? He started
with the usual compliments, I was so beautiful, hair so soft,
smell so great, etc. Then he moved on to more important areas. He
felt a special bond with me, he loved to feel my body move
beneath his hand, to hear my passionate moans, to know he was
giving me pleasure and that I wanted to return it all to back
him. This then, was the key. Now I knew what I needed to do.

 The big day arrived. Hal would drive us in his convertible. I
was a hot day in May so, I decided to wear a sizzling, little,
black cami top and skin-tight, matching shorts with provocative
slits on both sides and the V of the cami. It was one of the more
"conservative" daytime outfits that Hal had selected.

As we drove, we talked about many things, the cabin, camping,
fishing, sports, music, books, theater, and more. Eventually we
grew quiet, just enjoying each other's company. I noticed Hal
occasionally looking at my legs and down the cami which gave him
a good view. I leaned against Hal, to improve his view and rested
my head on his shoulder, something I loved doing. Even with the
convertible top down, I smelled his musky scent. Generally, I
don't like petting in cars, but I reached for his free hand,
placed it on my left breast, and closed my eyes. He gently
massaged my breast through the cami. When he felt my nipple
harden and rise, his hand easily slid under the cami to hold it
directly. The arousal spread to my pussy as Hal's thumb &
forefinger continued to rub my erect nipple between them. I began
to feel dizzy, so I reached for my traditional control rod, Hal's
cock. I let out little moans, and pleasantly felt Hal begin to
harden.

As one point Hal pulled over to the side, saying he was getting
so excited it was difficult for him to drive. I was pleased to
hear about this "problem" and went down on him, quickly releasing
Hal's tension. We switched places and I drove the rest of the way
while Hal took a nap.

When we reached the exit for the cabin, I was getting hungry so I
stopped at a little Italian diner I love. I got lots of stares
inside, but since Hal was with me, I wasn't worried. We shared a
wonderful dinner of Veal Mariana over linguini with a rich red
wine. Giggling together, we played some obscene games with the
breadsticks until I began to get some dirty looks from the
owner's wife.

Fifteen minutes after we left we were at the cabin. Hal unloaded
while I took my "special" bag to the bathroom to "make myself
beautiful". I got completely undressed then applied perfume and
power to all the hidden places. Then I put on the blue string
bikini. It wasn't the skimpiest I'd brought, but was Hal's
favorite, Finally I fixed my makeup and swallowed a birth-control
pill since Hal's wouldn't be using protection.

One of my firm rules was men must a condom to avoid diseases. I
always insisted on this before sex with my clients. The only
exception was a client willing to provide proof of a full medical
check with a clean bill of health less then 90 days old. Along
with a signed contract guaranteeing me millions if anything went
wrong, regardless of whose fault it might be. Few of my wealthy
clients were interested in risking that kind of loss. She never
had a single problem with those that did. Betty encouraged Hal's
dad to provide me with both which he was glad to do. Betty knew
she must maximize his stimulation to overcome his problem.

The other keys, Hal had revealed in our last session. He needed
to believe the woman he was with was truly in love with him and
second he needed to hear and feel her growing passion. No cold
fish would do the trick. Hal was also unusually sensitive to my
feelings. It would require that she dig deep into my true
feelings that she had always kept hidden from clients.

I asked Hal to go downstairs while I prepared. I laid down on the
bed opened myself for him, placing one hand above my head, then
the other, crossing my wrists, legs spreading wide. While my
pussy got more wet in anticipation of his arrival, I thought
about how my body had first tried to tell her that she needed
him. Now my mind had caught up and acknowledged my true desires
for a real relationship and my undeniably growing love for Hal.

 I called Hal to enter the cabin. He locked the door behind him.
He removed everything, but his boxers, his cock clearly visible,
but still soft, and said, "You look like my dream of a goddess,
Betty, though its all the non-physical things that draw me to
you, but can the goddess love a mere mortal like me?"

Releasing all the emotions I had been trying to control and
conceal since I first met Hal, I put them into my voice enhancing
them with my training, "Hal, I want you. I need you. Touch my
body and feel how much it desires your caress. See my nipples
poking through the thin fabric of my suit.. Smell how wet my
arousal has made me. All in anticipation of your touch."

I never trusted any man before you. I always had to maintain
control of every situation. But, my body trusted you long before
my mind caught up. I admit control has always been important for
me, but I can't control myself when I'm with you, I don't want
to. The woman hidden inside at last has found a man, a man to
love. "Do you mean it, or is it part of the service you provide?"
I mean every word of it darling. I have no reason to be anything
other then honest with you. I want to be honest with you because
I trust you and believe in you and love you.

She came forward lifting his arms and placing them behind his
neck so her head could rest on his shoulder and inhale his scent
once more, mashing her thinly clad breast against his. "Oh, I
love you," he said, "I know it's your job to lie when you have
to, to use words and your sensuous body to manipulate men, to try
and help them, but I believe you truly care for me." said he.

I whispered in earnest, "Shhh, feel our hearts beating together,
listen to the song they sing together. At first, you were just
another client introduced by a close friend, but that has
changed." I knew I could embellish a little, but if I didn't
stick to the truth, he'd be able to tell, so I continued with
"You make me feel wonderful things like no one else ever has (at
least many years since I'd been in college)." I care for him
deeply, but embellished, "I may be falling in love with you. My
feelings keep growing stronger each time we meet, each time we
touch, and I don't know why (true). My mind is filled with you
when you are not near me, reliving our times together (true).
Control is important to me, but near you I don't mind losing it."
In fact, it worried me, but I seemed unable to stop it.

I began unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckled his belt, taking off
his shirt and trousers. Halting as he slid off his boxer shorts.
His member seemed to jump out of his shorts. It was as big as
I've ever seen it, made hard by my words and my body. I felt a
burst of pride in my accomplishment.

I held up my arms saying, "Now me. Take these silly things off
me. Hurry, darling heart." He hurried, tugging the bow holding
the strip binding my breasts. It burst free and he threw it to
the floor. I threw myself back on the bed. He untied the bows at
my hips and I raised my ass as he freed me of the bikini bottom.

I sank back deep in the cushions, raising my knees, parting my
legs, eager to begin. My eyes locked on the sight of his member,
straighter, thicker, and longer then she had ever seen before. I
felt and gloried in the wetness of my lubricated genital lips.
She believed she could help him cum inside her with her best
acting ever. I threw myself into the fantasy, making myself
believe everything so that he would. "Put him in me," I pleaded,
"I want him in me."

I moaned as he spread my lower lips with the head of his cock.
Then with three quick thrusts he was in me to the hilt, so wet
was I. My muscles were gently pushed aside as his massive spear
penetrated past my cervix into my womb. I was soooooo fulllllll,
he was haaaaaaaard and deeeeeep. My eyes closed tightly, my hips
swaying to and fro as he continued thrusting out then in again
and again. My cunt tried to pull him back each time his withdrew,
reveling in the pleasure of the smooth friction against oiled
walls.

The manipulative words I'd planned were forgotten. My prepared
utterances lost amid every louder gasps and moans torn from my
lips. The ecstasy emptied my mind of all thoughts except the
omnipotent cock that burned into my body and soul. I was filled
and filled to brim. I had once again lost all control, but it
felt as if this is the was it should be, must be. I was not an
audience to my performance, but a partner, involved, entangled,
caught, unable to step back. I was not seeing or hearing, I was
doing, doing and being done to and with.

My arms and legs wrapped around him, desperate to increase the
incandescent sensations, crushing my breasts against his hairy
chest, locking us together. I was a creature of passion, I loved
the--the--what?--game--no, not game--the oneness, the sheer skin
feel, flesh against flesh, suction feel of oneness, and the
overpowering weakening perfume odor of sexual secretions and
loving. They began merging in my mind, scent, Hal, love, Hal,
sex, Hal, need, Hal, passion, Hal, submit Hal, honor Hal, please
Hal, obey Hal, I must try and remember what I'm doing here.
Changing somehow. Remember knowing. Know only now. Know the joy
of encompassing the arousing pleasure-giver inside her.
Needs--being altered. Mind--being improved. Know my desire for
Hal, my need for Hal, my love for Hal, my submission to Hal,
please him, obey him, love him, honor him, want him, need him. My
hands pulled and pushed as they followed him up, down and up. My
hand opened and beat against the sides of whatever I was
becoming.

His firm flesh clasped my flesh below, and the constant kissing
of his skin on my distended clitoris was becoming unbearable. It
was the center of my transformation. Fulfillment would somehow
make the grand alterations permanent. For a very few seconds, I
wanted to escape the radical changes, and meant to, but it was
too late. My mind had been barred from interfering. My inner
muscles down there were contracting, hugging him inside there,
releasing him, taking him back.

Then I heard his triumphal bellow and felt his fiery seed shoot
into me, forcing me over the precipice, into the abyss.

My God, I was suffocating.

I was coming apart.

My God! My God! I'm disintegrating--I wasn't--I didn't--I
can't--no, no, no--yes, yes, yes-ohhh g-g-god!

I heaved high, went rigid as a plank, tightened my thighs about
him to close off the dam, but the dam burst wildly. My old life
cascading out of me, allowing a new life in, sweeping me off and
out of myself on hot wave after wave after wavelet, the perpetual
need for Hal sweeping in like a tide.

And peace.

It was long minutes before I could muster my brain to any
semblance of working order. From the neck down my slack body
floated at rest on the velvet softness of a cloud. But in her
head, the suspended wheels, fitted themselves into slightly
altered places, and once more they began to turn.

 What had happened to her? What had happened to her was so
wonderful, so natural, yet she could not recall when it had
happened last. It was Hal, their love for each other, my need for
him, his dominance, and my submission. Everything I had tried to
pretend was now real. The feelings I'd tried to surpress now
burned undenyably bright. This is how it should be, what I wanted
it to be forever. I had enjoyed or suffered a complete, total
orgasm, with his hard cock deep within me, shooting his seed into
my womb. It was the most profound thing I'd experienced in my
entire life. I had been able to give him what no other woman
could.

I looked at him in love, wondering what more I could do to be
deserving of such a man. What I needed to become to please him,
so he'd choose to keep me, to touch me, to control me, to love
me. With Hal only it was proper that he, not I should be
dominate, in control. Would he one-day wish to marry me? I smiled
thinking of a sexy bridal gown with my hair blown out. There he
was, all that I wanted in life, nestled in my arms, eyes shut
satisfied, sated, at peace.

 The remainder of the weekend, we rarely left the bed let alone
the cabin. I showed Hal all the many ways I knew of to bring each
other pleasure. He used all my orifices many times. He liked to
sleep with his cock still inside me or his hand gently caressing
my pussy, until he got hard again or my passionate articulations
encouraged him to resume thrusting into me for another mystical
experience.

When I prepared our meals, Hal slept to regain his energy. I must
be exhausting the poor dear. I wore a "bias-cut nightgown" to
avoid a chill on my often sweaty body. Occasionally we might run
naked into the outside hot tub.

That weekend changed my life. I had no desire for any man but
Hal, and that passion was all consuming. I shut down my practice
quickly. All my clients were shifted to my old school friend Ling
Ye. None of them complained, Ling is almost as professional as I
was, and if anything a bit more beautiful in a long-leggy-asian
way. I'd been her mentor in many ways and we had backed each
other up for years. Occasionally, I see an old client at a
society party, sometimes they drop hints, but I am politely firm
with them, and we end up having an enjoyable conversation about
family, friends, business, or politics. We have an understanding,
they treat me with proper respect and I guard their many secrets
as I always have.

It was no problem with the fortune I'd accumulated. My life was
dedicated to pleasing Hal. We moved in together. We shared a love
for many of the arts and sciences that we shared in constant
evenings out on the town. However, each night ended with love and
passion. I might be awakened several times to his thrusting into
me. After the sunrise, I'd wake him with a gentle blowjob, and
we'd greet a new dawn together.

I now did volunteer counseling for troubled children at local
schools. It was very rewarding. Hal never stopped bringing me
flowers or other little presents. We never gave each other any
reason to doubt the love or commitment of the other.

After two years there was no sign of any slackening or decrease
in the frequency or pleasure of sex. If anything, the opposite
was true as we grew to know each other's bodies and moods. Hal
was always attentive, loving, and supportive. We'd had a chance
to play out each of his fantasies and each of my fantasies many
times using all the clothes in my old wardrobe which I still fit
into and which had received extensive additions. Hal still loved
to touch me at all times of the day in all my hidden places and
all locations private and very public. The chance of getting
caught made things more exciting for us, in the park, library,
restaurant, a dark alcove on a crowed street, a bus, a
supermarket, "hot slut in aisle 4 getting reamed." Whenever we
were outside together, I'd wear no panties with skirts so he
could slip quickly inside my front or rear passage. On cold days,
crotch-less leggings would keep me warm, but not interfere with
his rapid, hard thrusts. I'd come to desire his almost constant
touch, inhaling his addictive scent; always I was trying to
incite greater attention to satisfy my body's insatiable need for
him.

One evening at our favorite opera, he began whispering how hot I
was, licking at my ear, massaging my unprotected pussy through
the high slit in my gown, and teasing me unmercifully. My
pleadings to be taken right there in our private box were
answered with a command to pay attention to the opera while the
torture continued and intensified. I felt transported into the
opera, imagining myself the heroine, mistreated by her lover, yet
always returning to him. I was brought to the brink of orgasm, my
hips thrusting uncontrollably, but denied release, again and
again. It was just as I had taught him so long ago. He had me
lift the back of my gown, but the chair was soaked in my juices.
Hal made me wait, burning with lustful need. His touches kept my
arousal stoked up to a fever pitch while he brought me home, had
me do a striptease in front of him before he took me to bed, and
playfully asked me to marry him while buried in me to the hilt.
This pushed me over into a titanic multiple-orgasm. When I
finally recovered, I joyfully accepted, and we did it all over
again to celebrate. In the years that followed I often asked Hal
to relive that night with me.

Hal's father, who'd introduced us and known the entire story,
approved of the match. I got to wear the bridal gown I dreamed of
for so long.

 Occasionally, we invite Ling over for dinner so she and I can
talk shop and catch up. Hal enjoys the menage-a-trois that
usually develops. Ling has told me she's a little jealous of my
relationship with Hal and wishes she could find someone like him.
Recently, she wants to come by more and more. I've started trying
to discourage her and working to be extra sexy so Hal won't even
think about her, but Hal's always had a thing for asian girls and
to make him happy I always let her come by whenever he asks for
her.

Ling and I switch off being the dominant mistress and the
submissive serving wrench, sensuous dancing slave, helpless
virgin captive, or other fantasy role. No matter how we compete
to outdo each other to be pleasing to Hal the three of us always
end up exhausted, asleep, and naked in each others arms. The
first girl awake get to give Hal his morning blowjob, while being
eaten out by the other; I hope it's me.

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