It has been a week since my last session with the mysterious Lor'eal and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I made it my mission and purpose to find out who she was and where she came from, even more so why she was here, in a psychiatric hospital. She didn't communicate with herself or inanimate objects, she didn't have the mental capacity of a child, she wasn't paranoid and didn't seem to display symptoms of bipolar disorder. Although she could be a depressant, which would explain her lack of communication with others. Autism maybe but we don't treat autistic patients. Who was this woman that I undoubtedly am developing a connection with?
It was time for our weekly session and I had the notes I gathered on her on my desk in front of me. In those notes were her parents names and medical history with the hospital. Both of her parents were afflicted with bipolar disorder, her mother also suffered from manic depression and paranoid schizophrenia. She was genetically at risk for those same conditions which could be why she was being evaluated. A police report on file stated a domestic situation in which she was removed from the family's home. I had to make sure that she was aware of what we had done during our last session.
Lor'eal entered my office, gracing me with her amazing presence. A smile was plastered to her face when she saw me. I felt that rush in my groin area that I felt every time she smiled at me. She was a beautiful and lost soul. "Hello again Lor'eal. You've been on my mind a lot since the last time we met." Her smile grew wider as my penis grew stiffer. I smiled back to take attention away from what was happening in my pants. I wanted this woman in the worse way and the fact that she is forbidden makes me want her even more.
She strutted sultry towards my desk, her flower printed sundress hugging her curvaceous body in all the right spots. She had her own distinct scent that filled my office, it was pleasurable to say the least. She smiled at me again before pushing the plethora of items atop my desk on to the floor and climbing on top. She spread eagle exposing her beautiful gem. She was definitely my treasure. I wondered more about her sanity now that I realized that she remembered everything about our last session and didn't wear any panties this time around either.
I accepted her invite as I planted a gentle kiss on her juicy fruit. I heard her gasp as I looked up to see her nibbling on her bottom lip. Seeing her in pleasure brought me pleasure so I continued to kiss her lips, sucking, licking, and teasing them. She moaned so soft and sweet, it was like music to my ears. She began to spill her sweet, sticky honey all over my fingers, mouth, and tongue as her moans grew louder. I removed my lips from her love below and began to kiss her speaker box to quiet her moans. She kissed me back deeply and passionately. I grabbed her curly locks which were falling freely this week and pulled her head back, kissing and licking her neck.
I felt her hand grasp my throbbing dick. I inserted two fingers into her throbbing and dripping wet pussy. I wanted to feel her walls squeezing on my dick but she was enjoying the moment so I let her. I went back to sipping on her sugar honey ice tea until she was out of breath from orgasms. She left a puddle on my cherry oak desk that dripped onto the tapestry covering the wooden floor. Her sweet scent would be the fragrance for my office once it penetrated in the thick rug.
She was satisfied and so was I! We had just explored another dimension to her and our relationship. I felt like with each session we were getting closer and I was getting to know her better. And I was being selfish, at this point, I looked forward to our sessions, not to help her, but to dance around her sticky sweet dancefloor. I just needed one more dance.......
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