Sex Therapy

Satin matte foundation. Contouring her high cheekbones and nose bridge. Subtle. But a client would know 10/10 quality even if he had no understanding of makeup. Mauve blush – composed but flattering. Like it was a privilege or honor to be fucked. Sasha’s perfect almond eyes lined with smoky espresso and mascara. Glossy nude lipstick. One that will leave a mark.

There are many similarities between escorts and vampires. Sucking up money vs blood. Beautiful and killer. Dead inside. Well… At least she felt like that. She used to love her job. Fucking big hard dicks all the time. So hot…

He had a client appointment at 6 PM. Dinner. It was with that lonely guy. She liked him. They talked about mutual loneliness. He had been cheated on and his wife left him. Demoralized. He spiraled into depression.

“You know it feels more like therapy when we have sex and talk, than any of my real therapists…” Ralph said.

“Talking to you feels healing as well… But know that I can’t replace your therapist or more importantly your wife…” Sasha said.

“I know… Maybe I should stop seeing you… Don’t want to become too reliant…” he said.

She put a hand on his thigh, “You can rely on me… But if we become friends… I can’t have you as a customer…”

He smiled. One last kiss. He zipped up his trousers and paid the grand. He left. Ralph wasn’t a handsome man. Crooked. Short. Big feminine eyes. He had a redeeming feature: nice big manly hands. Closing your eyes and feeling them run over your body.

Sex therapist, huh?

Sasha was going to a rave the next evening. A festival in a field she wanted to go to for sometime. Her favorite DJ was attending at the 1 AM slot. He wore a holy robe and halo. She wore a slutty get up. Tits tight and spilling out. Tight booty shorts. Face paint on.

Party pills. Pink. Cute. Took them in the bathroom with her vodka coke. Soon everything was hyper-perceptive. Her environment, speeding up. She laughed. Thirsty. More drinks! She swung her hips to the beat. Soon she was hoisted up on the shoulders of a muscular man. She pulled down her top for the DJs. Eye contact. Great tits. Crowd insatiable.

Sasha’s night morphed from blinding lights and bass to an after party at an apartment. She was talking with a couple of guys. And making out with them. Soon cocks were out. She was sucking off four guys. A naughty smile on her face. Perverted. Her almond eyes wide. Horny. She sucked them off. Hand jobs. A couple of other girls joined in. Pretty lips popping on big cocks. Mmm… Fuck… Nutting on her face and tits. Cum shot. Pretty slut face. Ropes of jizz painted on.

Sasha woke up in a bed. Naked. Dry crusty semen in her hair. Damn it. She knew this would have been the result. It was fun though and she had no regrets. She stole some clothes from the closet; hers had mysteriously disappeared. Slipped out of the apartment and off for a morning coffee to ease her headache and thirst.