In Frank Noir’s erotic novel “Wet Dream Therapy”, the happily married couple Rebecca and David Durand are sex therapists, specializing in erotic dreams. Their own active sex life is fueled by their retelling of the dreams of their clients. But when a male client fantasizes about sex with Rebecca, their marriage is pushed to the breaking point – and both therapists are thrown into a turmoil of lust, forced to explore their own erotic fantasies.
Excerpt from Chapter Six:
“So …” the maid asked. “What do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.”
David’s erection had almost subsided – his cock just felt slightly warm and swollen. He turned to face the maid, smiling, too.
“I’m a therapist,” he said. “A … sex therapist, in fact.”
The maid’s eyes widened.
“Ooh,” she said. “That sounds interesting.”
David shrugged.
“I guess,” he replied.
“So … you in town for some kind of conference?”
He winced.
“Something like that,” he said quietly.
The maid carried the towels to the bathroom and came back. She stood next to the desk, shaking her head.
“No, please,” she said. “You mustn’t let me keep you. I’m sure you have work to do.”
Before he could stop her, she’d opened the lid to his laptop.
“Oh, ah, oooh,” the blonde in the video gasped, as the policeman thrust hard and deep into her cunt.
David felt his cheeks turning red. The maid giggled.
“Oh,” she said. “I’m … I’m sorry.”
”Never mind,” David said, reaching for the lid.
“No,” the maid said.
She reached for the laptop to keep the lid open, her little hand brushing against David’s.
“Don’t close it,” she said. “Let me see what it is.”
“It’s porn,” David said coldly.
The maid nodded, grinning.
“I know,” she said. “And I like porn. I like it a lot.”
“You do?”
“Mmm. Ooh, look at that. He’s really giving it to her, isn’t he?”
David pulled back his chair. The maid leaned over the table, her round breasts stretching the grey fabric as she watched the video.
“Oh, yes, ah!” the blonde cried.
The maid turned her head to look mischievously at David.
“So you weren’t working,” she said slowly. “You were watching porn.”
David nodded.
“Guilty as charged,” he said.
“Oh dear,” the maid said. “So I did interrupt you, didn’t I? You were getting ready for a bit of pleasure and I walked in on you and ruined everything.”
“Well …”
“Would you like me to take over?” she whispered. “I don’t mind.”
“Take over?”
The maid knelt down in front of his chair and slowly zipped down his trousers. Her slim fingers released his cock. After watching the porn video again, it had swollen to a half-erection. Smiling, she gently stroked it, making it twitch and throb. She parted her bright red lips and slid the shaft inside. As David felt her wet mouth engulf his cock, he gasped.
“Ah!”
The maid moved her head back and forth, back and forth, slurping loudly as she sucked his tool, covering it in her saliva. It grew harder and harder. David felt the swollen head brush against the roof of her mouth. The maid’s hand reached inside his trousers, grabbing his hairy balls. The tickling sensation made his cock jump and stretch.
“Ah yes,” he whispered. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
Her eyes met his. He watched his cock – now completely erect – sliding wet and slippery in and out between the bright red lips of her classically beautiful face. She slobbered, drool running down her chin as he fucked her mouth.
“And you know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?” he said.
He grabbed her curly, blond hair, pulling her head away from him. His cock slipped from her mouth, making a popping sound.
“Ah!” she gasped, licking her lips. “What?”
“I’ll show you,” David said. “Take your clothes off.”
Smiling slyly, the maid stood in front of him and slowly undressed. Her body was a beautiful hourglass figure, her full breasts firm and shapely, and between her curvy hips a neatly trimmed blond bush just barely hid the entrance to her cunt. David stood up, swiftly threw off his shirt, and pulled down his trousers.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “On your back.”
The maid obeyed, lasciviously arranging her naked body on the bedspread.
“Ooh, doctor,” she said in a mock baby girl voice. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“You just wait and see,” David said.
The maid’s hand found her pussy, and her fingers began sensually circling her clit.
“Yes,” David gasped. “Like that. Keep going. Play with your cunt.”
“Ooh,” she purred. “Sounds like you’re a naughty doctor. A very naughty doctor, indeed. Ah …”
She writhed on the bed, rhythmically massaging her clit. David masturbated at the sight.
“Put two fingers inside your pussy,” he ordered.
The maid obeyed. Gasping loudly, she fucked herself with two fingers of her left hand, still masturbating with the right. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
“Ooh, doctor,” she squealed. “I’m coming. Can I come, doctor?”
”No!” David said. ”Wait.”
Naked and aroused, he climbed onto the bed and forced her thighs apart. He grabbed his erect cock by the root like a truncheon and slapped it hard onto the hood of her clit.
“Ah!” she cried.
He slapped it again. And again. Clenching his teeth, he kept slapping his meat onto her most sensitive flesh. Shivering all over, the maid arched her back and let out a loud cry as she climaxed.
“Aaah!”
“Yes!” David gasped. ”Like that!”
He crawled off the bed, watching her trembling in orgasm. Her big breasts quivered. As her climax subsided, she brushed her fingers across her cunt and put them to her mouth, curiously savouring the taste of her own wetness. She looked at David, her eyes glazed.
“Ohmigod,” she whispered. “That was fucking hot.”
“We’re not done yet,” he said. “Play with your cunt again.”
Again she obeyed, letting her nimble fingers circle her hardened pink clit. David wished he’d brought some kind of sex toy. There were so many things he’d love to do to that gorgeous little creature. She looked at him pleadingly as she spoke in her mock baby girl voice:
“Will you fuck me now, doctor?”
David’s cock twitched at the sound of the word. He would have loved to fuck her right then and there, but …
“No,” he said. “I want to watch you come again.”
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