Ebony Femdom Noire

“So what brings you to our office today, Mister Tully?”

He turned his head in response to her voice. The sweet, velvety voice that threw him off guard. Cass wasn’t ready for what he saw when she finally came  into view. He had been sitting in her office, after being ushered in by the secretary, and told to sit, and wait, and the therapist would be in shortly. So he had, wringing his hands the whole time.

The sight of her did nothing to settle his nerves.

Red lace up boot sandals that came up to the thigh, yellow short shorts with gold piping around the edges and waistband, a yellow mesh bikini top with yellow piping, and an applique of red lips across – and just barely covering her nipples. Long black hair like silk, swept to one side, brown eyes and silky mocha brown skin. She certainly didn’t look like any therapist he’d ever consulted before.

Cass swallowed hard, staring up at her, as she stood right in front of him, leaning back against her desk, looking down and raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

He stammered, “I’m.. I’m sorry, I was looking for a hypnotherapist and I was referred to you.”

His voice trailed off, the provocatively dressed woman staring back at him intently.  “Yes, I was told… my name is Willow, and I believe I can help you.”

But help him how, he wondered, for the only thing he could focus on now was her thighs. “Well that’s what I was hoping for, but I am wondering..”

“Can you give me one second?” she asked, turning around and leaning over her desk, reaching for something on the other side. Hopping up on her tippy toes causing her ass to bounce slightly.

Cass shifted in his seat, squirming at the sight of her.

“I was looking for your paperwork,” he heard her say, taking in the view of her ass, unable to look away.

“Found it.”

She pulled herself back up, adjusting her bikini top. “It says here you are having trouble sleeping and wanted help with stress.”

Tease me.

He blinked, looking right at her. His mouth opened and closed, eyes going wide, “I’m… sorry what did you say?”

“Your insomnia. That is the reason you’re here, correct?”

Remembering the conversation he had with a colleague, about the therapist that could help him. Was this a joke? The woman that stood before him looked to be more of a stripper, than therapist. Cass cursed himself, the labels placed on women based on how they dressed, and here he was, insulting the very person he’d been sent to, for help.

“I’m very sorry, Miss… ahm..”

“Just call me Willow,” she replied.

Stammering again, Cass nodded, “Willow. Forgive me, you are… I… you’re very… attractive. And I am distracted by your outfit, and because of such I have made some assumptions. I owe you an apology, it’s not like me to-”

Desire me.

His face crumpled. She was standing right in front of him, looking right at him. He had not seen her lips move, yet he heard the voice, telling him….

Taste me.

Feeling his face turn hot red, Cass gripped the chair until his knuckles turned white. The messages coming in faster now, Cass struggling to concentrate on both what the voice that seemed to be in his head, was saying, and attempting to focus on the failure of an apology he was making.

“Maam. Willow, please I… I don’t really understand what’s happening. I’ve had insomnia, yes, but I am suddenly feeling not myself, and I think it was a mistake coming-”

Cumming for me.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, “can you hear that? Am I the only one that hears that??”

She sat calmly on the edge of the desk, watching his every move, watching his mind break into a thousand tiny pieces. “Cass, listen to me,” she began, “I believe you’re having an episode, which is normal for my patients. Just look at me, and breathe deeply.. focus on me, the sound of my voice.”

Lick me.

His hands flew to the sides of his head, covering his ears, hunched over.

“Cass… I need you to look at me.. inhale through your nose, nice and deep...”

Please fuck me, Cass.

He looked up at her then, eyes wild and glossy, and launched himself at her, pushing her back against the desk.

“Cass no! Stop… I need you to wake up now..”

Beyond reason, his full weight pressed against her, nipping at her flesh, the scent of her skin, his brain fused with lust for her. He began sliding down her body, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. The commands flooding his head, as he pulled her shorts down, with him.

Fuck. Please. Tease. Desire. Obey.

“Need… to taste you,” he rasped, grabbing her as she struggled and pushing her thighs open. No panties, he thought to himself, somewhere in the back of his mind, he flashed back to the moment he saw her pussy print, and his mind and loins flooded with lust, running his tongue over her lips and bud. He could hear her cries of… was it pleasure or protest? All of which only served to provoke him further, filled with the desire to make those sounds louder.

Lick… oh yes..

He licked, sucked, probed with his tongue until his chin dripped with her juices.

“Cass..” she whispered, “Mmmm god… you shouldn’t… w-we need to stop.”

Don’t stop.

“This isn’t at all what I intended for our first meet- Ohhh, fuck, Cass please you have to...”

Placing a hand against his forehead and pushing with all her might to stop the lapping and kissing as he hungrily continued.

So wet… my cunt is so wet for you… take me.

He pounced on her with a growl, his primitive instincts taking hold as he pinned her wrists against the desk and repeated the words that filled his head.

“Your cunt is so wet for me,” he heaved, the scent of her juices on his wet lips, “you want me to take you.”

Willow shook her head, turning from him when he tried to kiss her. The more she protested, resisted, the more aggressive he became.

Take me, don’t stop, fuck me.

Struggling against her, he freed one hand do undo his belt, never noticing in his daze that she did not fight back or attempt to escape as he was distracted with his zipper. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he seemed mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced and swayed with the movement, tugging on the strings of her bikini top one breast sprung free, revealing dark chocolatey nipple, hard and excited, haloed by an equally dark areola, bumpy ridges forming around the peak.

He stopped, staring down and reaching to toy with it, tugging and plucking at it as his cock stiffened against her wetness.

Tease. Fuck. Cock. Cum. Wet. Cunt. Need.

Cass didn’t remember the moment it happened. Braced over her, pumping and lunging, he was too far gone to focus on anything but her explicit moans, and the wetness of her sex. All those dirty, filthy commands filling his head, fueling his need for her.

“Cocks and cum,” he mumbled, thrusting one final time and releasing inside of her, crying out – or was it her that cried out?

“Cass… Cass wake up now..”

Lifting his head, he saw the therapist clutching a baby blue kimono, tying the sash on the fabric that came to mid thigh. He could see the outline of her breasts, and his cock twitched with hunger.

But what had happened? He didn’t remember. Looking around he saw no sign of whatever might have occurred when he went under. Then he saw the pile of neatly folded yellow fabric. The shorts and bikini she had been wearing when he first came in.

Willow smiled down at him, “you did very well your first session. I think we will do very well together, I’d like to see you again next week, you can schedule with my secretary on your way out… how do you feel?”

Mouth agape, he stared back at her, and then looked down. His shirt was tidy, pants and belt in order, but at the back of his mind something was gnawing at him. He scanned over her breasts and hips in the light colored satin robe, and looked down to find her legs and feet bare. Cass wanted to ask her, did they…. Did he and the therapist…..

But all he could manage to utter, was a nod of agreement, and a broken, confused string of words.

“Fine, yes I feel.. fine. I-I will schedule another session with your secretary.”

Cass got up, smoothing his hands over his shirt and rummaging through his pockets for his keys. “Thank you,” he said, with one last long look at the therapist, before turning to go.

He stopped, turning the knob on the door and gripping it tightly, as if waiting for her to say something, or waiting to hear the voice in his head, again.

“It was my pleasure, Cass,” she replied from behind him.

Opening the door and exiting her office, he got less than halfway down the hall, before he heard it, again.

Mmmmm… Cass, you made me so wet.. so much pleasure.. cum… soon… cock…. need...

He froze, looking left and right, turning to see if someone was behind him. His cock stiffened again, and it was all he could do to adjust himself, and make his way to the front desk, without the secretary knowing something was wrong.

Opening and closing his fist tightly and squeezing his eyes shut, Cass covered the front of his pants with his jacket, just as the secretary lifted her head.

“I’d like to make an appointment for next week, please.”