Sexual Counselling Part One

I see a woman in a room. She has her back to me but she knows I am there. She is wearing a white shirt and a pair of black panties.
I watch as she slowly drags them down her legs, steps out of them and turns around to greet me with her fulsome tits and a shaven pussy. She nervously moves her fingers towards her cunt, looking at me for encouragement, still wearing the white shirt as a clear contrast to her tanned body.
I nod towards her cunt and she guides her finger over her clitoris, biting her lower lip in nervous anticipation.
She places herself on the low chair, straddles her legs apart to give me a full sight of her pink and excited pussy wings.
“Now what?” she asks timidly.
“Reach inside”, I say. “Pull you labia back and let me see”.

She expertly divides her skin and reaches inside herself with one singular digit. She moves it softly in and out, moistening her finger with every stroke.
“Take another finger inside” I say. “Stroke your insides and see if you can feel that erect bulge.”
“Can you feel it?” “How does it feel?”
“It feels good, I think” she responds. “Oh yes, I can feel it thickening. Wow!”

I move towards her and kneel in front of her so that I can get a closer look at what she is doing.
I tell her to move further down the chair so that her buttocks are edged towards the rim.
“Widen your legs further and push the fingers in deeper. Don’t rush it. Take your time. Feel the energy of the growing climax. Now reach in deep as though you are trying to wank your clitoris from the other side. Press hard. Feel the orgasm rising”.

She looks directly at me and rubs herself hard, not too hard, being careful to ensure that she is doing as I had directed, reaching inside herself to find the sensation spots.

“Now close your eyes. Imagine that your lover is here. Imagine that it is his fingers that are deep inside you. Imagine how much he is enjoying your cunt getting this juicy. Imagine how much he would like to be sitting where I am, waiting for your climax. How badly do you want his cock right now? How much do you wish that his juicy cock was dribbling in front of you? How much would you like him to be fucking you right now, withdrawing just in time to shoot his stuff all over your tits?
Think about him fucking you. Go on, rub harder. Use your imagination. Fuck yourself just like he does. See him watching you do it. Go for it girl. Push harder”.

Whilst she was going for it, I had already inserted my own fingers into my own cunt, such was the excitement at my encouragement for her.

“I’m cumming” she said and as she did, she dribbled a small but clearly visible ejaculation from her pussy. Speckles of cunt juice trickled onto white towel on the floor and she looked down in fascinated glee.

“Oh fuck, I’ve peed!” she screamed.

“No you haven’t!” I said. “Remember we completely emptied your bladder beforehand. Look at the towel. It’s not even the colour of urine. Get down and smell it. I assure you, it is not piss.”

Unassured, she reached down to inspect her juices. An inquisitive glance towards me, and she smiled.
“It looks pretty clear!” she said.

“It’s a good start” I said “but I think you could shower him. You have that capability and that is why you are here isn’t it?”

“Can you show me how?” she asked.

In a way, I was hoping that she would ask. I was already aroused by seeing her excitement, knowing that it was my instruction, my words and her memories that had brought her to climax.

“I can but you are going to have to talk to me. Just as I spoke to you – the cruder the better!”

“I’m not sure I can” she responded.

“Try!” I said as I pulled my skirt up and sat where she had been a few minutes before.
I slid my backside down, whipped my legs over the side of the chair and whacked a couple of fingers up my cunt. Slowly I stroked myself, withdrawing my fingers to rub my clit, then returning them to my juiced up body.

“Talk!” I demanded.

“What shall I say?” she asked.
“Tell me how you are feeling, watching me wank. Tell me what you think of my cunt. Tell me what you see and how sexy you feel.”

“I can’t believe how sexy I feel” she said. “I’m so fucking turned on by this. I’ve never seen a woman wank herself. Do you like me watching? Do you want cock right now? Wow, you’re so swollen and so wet….. fucking hell!”

I withdrew my fingers and pressed hard on my clit just at the point of a huge ejaculation that projected straight out of my cunt, spraying all over the towel beneath and speckling her knees with a small spotlet of my sensational cum.
The first ejaculation was rapidly followed by a stream of cum that soaked the towel.

“Fucking hell!” she repeated. “How the fuck do you do that?”

Once I had gathered myself together, I told her. I knew my body. I knew when it needed to cum and when it needed to emit fluids. The two were separate but when they happened together it was sensational. It was like nothing else in the world.
I told her that I fucked my own mind to climax. I thought of my desired cock, how it thrust inside of me, right up to my G-Spot, which really did exist. I told her how I remembered the depth of feeling and the warmth of his cock as he fucked me hard and fucked me slowly. In remembering I was aroused.
I admitted to her that I was aroused by her sexuality and the sight of her pussy, though I would obviously not fuck a client.

She listened and thought.

“I’d like to try again” she said “but I am not sure I would be able to cum again so quickly”.

“You will. In time”, I said.

She gathered her clothes together, returned her panties to her cunt, popped her skirt back on, removed her shirt to reattach her bra, and having paid her money, she was walking towards the door.

“Can you fit me in the same time next week?” she asked.

“I certainly can”, I responded.

“And can you do the photo thing too?” she asked.

“I think that can be arranged” I said.
“If you want me to be in the photos as well, my business partner will happily be the photographer, as we discussed earlier”.

“What if he gets aroused whilst taking the photos?” she asked.

I explained that was entirely up to her. If she didn’t want to see him wanking, he would take his stiffy to another room and masturbate himself. Alternatively, I would follow him out of the room and do it for him. However, if it would arouse her further to see how excited he was by taking these photos, he would wank away as he was filming, if that is what she wanted.

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It’s a dream. Possibly a rather far fetched one but I rather like the idea of being a proactive sexual counsellor, offering women the chance to develop their sexuality in a safe environment where they can learn about their bodies and their capacity to cum.

The dream reaches into another realm when I consider the utter joy of sharing this counselling service with my lover, where I can offer his services to arouse beautiful frigid women (we’d only have women that we found attractive) – all part of the service, and not just from behind a camera lens. My cunt is pretty aroused at the thought.

It’s a good dream. It’s a horny and exciting one but there is a little truth in it all in so far that I am genuinely concerned that more women should know the joys of ejaculation.

Nearly a year ago, I wrote a piece on this blog about soaking balls.

http://zenpuss.blogspot.com/2009/06/soaking-balls.html

Please re-read and see how far we have moved forward in a year.

This phenomenon is not unique. I am not the only person who squirts and I do not do it only once a fuck. I somehow have the capacity to juice up pretty quickly these days, such is my state of arousal.
I’ve finally come to accept that it is perfectly normal for me to ejaculate twice or three times in the middle of sex. I am confident that what I emit is not piss and I am telling you that the vaginal orgasm does exist.

It happens when he inserts his fingers and touches the button immaculately. It happens when he sensitises my pussy with his fingers and follows in with his big cock to make me gush.
I gush when I am lying on my back and I can feel the juices trickling under my arse.
I gush when I ride his cock and splash copious juices all over his balls.

We’ve moved around in the bed after sex and found pools of cum in places that are far beyond where our bodies have been.
The other day, I desperately tried to move the duvet in time but to no avail. I left a sopping wet patch on it as the gush rushed out of me at a rate of knots.

This is not an unusual phenomenon and it is about time that women spoke out.

Here’s a slight confession. When I first watched porn, I found it really difficult to believe that the women I was watching were genuinely emitting the amount of fluid that they were. I thought that they had beautifully toned pelvic muscles that could retain a bucket full of water that had been inserted before the cameras started rolling, so that when the film started they could just shove it out. Or that they had some sort of vessel inserted inside that when pressed sprayed in this glorious manner.

Of course, some sites do just that but the reason I thought this was happening was because I couldn’t believe that anyone could emit that amount of fluid in one session? I didn’t believe that it could project that much but that was before I fucked like that. That was before I had sprayed bodies, jeans, floors, carpets and towels with my hurried cums.

I’m not unique. Everyone probably has the capacity and capability to cum like me.
What I would really love to do, was realise this for women throughout the land.

In order to do this, we still have to clarify once and for all that fuck juice ejaculation is not urine. Even if it were, it wouldn’t bother me but I know it would others.
In the meantime, wouldn’t it be great if we could establish some sort of safe counselling services for woman who just want to know their bodies better and are happy for a little glorious sexual recreation whilst they do so?