The Therapist - WS Greer Page 0,1
recharge my battery.
I take a deep breath like I'm about to dive underwater, and start my engine back up, pounding Becky like a madman. She lets out small screams every now and then, and I watch her hand slip down between the two of us. Becky starts to rub her clit, and just watching her sets me ablaze. She’s so gorgeous, and it’s so hot watching her that I slow down just to witness it.
“No, don't stop,” she says, pulling me back into the moment. “Choke me.”
My mind scrambles and I lose control of my body just long enough to stop pumping altogether.
“What?” I ask, because I couldn't have heard her right.
“Choke me, Sean, and don't stop. Keep going,” Becky barks, before grabbing ahold of my hand and placing it on her throat. “Yeah, choke me, and keep fucking me.”
I hate that she had to tell me, but I like what I’m hearing, although it’s hard to believe. This is a first, but it’s so hot that I feel rejuvenated by it. My muscles spring to life and I thrust in and out of Becky just like she asked. My grip on her throat is light, though, because the last thing I want her to do is pass out from me applying too much pressure. Becky lifts her head, forcing her neck into my hand, but I don't want to hurt her, so I make sure to keep my grip loose. I love her too much to hurt her, and not to mention the fact that I’m a man and she’s a woman. I’m stronger than her, and if I squeeze too tight, she might lose consciousness and I'd have to call an ambulance. That’d be an ugly way for the night to end.
“Choke me, Sean! Keep choking me,” Becky demands again, the skin on her neck starting to turn red beneath my grip.
Her eyes are closed and her hand works furiously between us as Becky rubs her clit as fast as she can. It’s in that moment that I look at her face and see how red she is. Her cheeks are flush and a bead of sweat rolls down her face. I’m choking her too hard, I know it. I don't want to hurt her. I can't do that. So, I pull my hand away from her throat and move it down to her breast.
Becky’s breasts are the best I’ve ever seen, and I’m a man who really loves breasts. Some guys love butts, but not me. I’m breasts all the way, so when my hand finds her supple, thick breast, I’m in heaven. Becky lets out a long breath that confuses me on whether or not it’s a breath of pleasure or anger, but I choose not to linger on that. Instead, I get back to work, pounding Becky with everything in me while I squeeze her beautiful tits together. When I look down at her, it all looks so good that I feel everything surge forward in a rush. I know where this is going, and although I’m not sure if Becky came already or not, I feel myself running towards the edge and there's too much momentum for me to stop myself.
“You're so sexy, Becky,” I yell, as I feel myself take the plunge. “I’m coming!”
It hits me like a train wreck, and my body goes into full spasms. My eyes slam shut, my hands clench into fists, and I fall into a glorious orgasm that curls my toes, before falling down on top of the love of my life.
When I regain my senses, my breathing is long and drawn out. Sweat has formed another tiny puddle on Becky’s chest where my head lays, and I feel like I accomplished my mission. That was fantastic. For me.
“Sean,” I hear Becky call for me, and I smile in anticipation of her praise.
“Yeah. Yes, baby,” I manage to answer between ragged breaths.
“Get off me, please.”
Becky reaches up, places a hand on my shoulder, and pushes me over to the side. The second she’s free from the weight of my body, Rebecca gets up, throws on her black and blue robe, and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
You don't have to be a genius to realize what just happened. That's never been my problem, though. Hindsight and I are best friends, but by then it’s too late. I can never pull it all together in the moment—when I need to .
So, once again, Becky’s in