Fiction – Taboo Sex #8

Case study #8 in

Her phone rang just as she got back from dropping off the kids at school. She didn’t recognize the number. The man on the other end gave his name “Wayne” and said that he had heard about the case studies she was doing. He told her he felt so much guilt but couldn’t stop himself and wanted her help.

She said she was glad to listen and try to help but couldn’t make any guarantees. They quickly set an appointment up for later that morning. She asked him to bring proof. She knew they almost all liked to have proof themselves: pictures, trinkets, souvenirs. She needed to make sure he was what he claimed to be or she would just be wasting her time.

He came at exactly the time set. He was very handsome and well dressed, but in a low key way. He looked like he could be the CEO for a quirky new tech company. She never asked for more than a name and never assumed it was real. She got them both coffee, it tended to make people more talkative and the warmth of the beverage also added to the warm comfortable atmosphere she was trying to convey.

She could tell he didn’t want to chit chat much, so she went right into it.

“When did it start?”

Hours later when they had gone all the way back to his own childhood and introduction to sex to current times he sat back comfortably. He didn’t want her forgiveness, because they both knew she couldn’t give it. He just wanted her understanding and to get it all off his chest.

She asked him to go into more detail about his grooming behavior and what that looked like now. He looked at her questioningly and said “Can I show you?”

She knew all this was completely inappropriate. She knew she was skirting a line that no professional could or would ever cross. But she was just a layperson and this was just a conversation and she had no legal proof of anything. She was genuinely just trying to help him and hopefully find ways to manage his desires. This was all so new to her too.

She was also still working through her own trauma. But here was this attractive man wanting to show her his approach. It ignited something deep inside of her. Plus, she tried convincing herself, it might help the case study.

They both sat quietly as she contemplated this. He stared at her intensely and she found it hard to swallow. She set down her notebook slowly and nodded timidly. Immediately feeling like the little girl from decades past. He probably knew the moment he saw her that this was a possibility. She was so naive sometimes still, but she couldn’t help herself. Her body responded on its own and she could already feel the moisture between her legs.

He asked her to stand up and not say a word. She slowly did as she was told. He calmly walked over to her staring at her. She drew her gaze down feeling the shame she was so familiar with. He caressed her cheek lovingly “you’ve always been such a good little girl, haven’t you?” he said tenderly. Her breath drew itself in quickly and her heart pounded loudly in her ears.

He slowly and methodically undressed her, leaving only her silky lace underwear on. Then he took off his button down shirt and put it on her with only one button fastened and told her to lay on the couch motionless. He draped the blanket she kept on the couch over her and slowly knelt beside her on the floor.

(Part 1….to be continued)

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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