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?

Embellishment or is it?

READ PART TWO FIRST

Stupefied by arousal, she stood there, staring at the door, clutching yet another piece of paper, wondering if she had imagined that encounter too. But the hurried scribble of an address some mere three miles away showed her that this was no fantasy.
She turned away from the door, slumping into the wall and closed her eyes.

She needed a wank.

The memory of his hardened cock as she sensed its wetness was too much to bear. She clutched herself hard to hold on to the feeling that she was now experiencing, her palm stretched over her pussy and between her thighs, pushing, holding, experiencing. Would it disperse? Could she just ignore this incredibly urgent need to fuck herself?
But was fucking herself enough?
It would have to be.

She returned to her papers and shoved them emphatically into her bag. She gathered her cardigan from the chair and made her way towards the exit.
As she did so, the door opened and he glared at her; no trace of a smile, just an indomitable gaze that she understood.
Without warning, he undid his zip and pulled out his cock, firmly gripping it, rapidly rubbing it until its length was exaggerated with this action. She stared intently as she saw the translucent thread of juice escape, as though making way for the eruption of spunk that was impending. He continued to jerk at himself, clearly energised by the unbelievable situation he had initiated.

She stood before him, out of reach, whilst she watched his sizable cock waggle around irrationally in his grasp. His face was responding to his arousal. Still he stared but a glimmer of a smile was returning to his face.
She lifted her skirt to grab the sides of her panties, and slipped them to the floor. Stepping out of them, she tossed them in his direction, towards the hand that was not consumed with energetic fucking.
Expertly caught, he hoisted them to his face and smothered his nose within the black silk, deeply inhaling her essence, rubbing harder on his reddened cock, madly wanting to fuck her.

She climbed onto the table, resting her arse where her papers had previously been. She opened her legs and gathered her skirt towards her waist, revealing her fanny to him as his eyes darted towards this newly invited territory. She thrust her fingers inside herself and vigorously rubbed, mirroring his urgency. She curved her fingers towards her g-spot, feeling the arousal but knowing that she would have to withdraw in case she wet herself.

He moved towards her, still wanking, pushing her thigh further away from its partner.
He looked intently at the cunt in front of him, and with his free hand, he pulled hers from its hole. Immediately, he sidled his own fingers inside her, replacing her own that now flopped redundantly on the table. Expertly, he curved his long fingers up towards her cervix, tapping forcefully and perpetually on her engorged spot.
She was incapable of controlling herself. Instinctive functions took over. She arched her back, hands behind her as she allowed him to fuck her hard with his fingers, all the time continuing to rub his dick in simultaneous rhythm.

Suddenly, she bit a silent scream and looked down in astonishment to see cascades of water bursting forth, spraying everything in front of her, splashing his clothes, soaking his hand that was still firmly clutching his fucking big cock, saturating his hand that was plugging her gushes.
This was fucking unbelievable.
She’d never cum like this before and she was utterly shocked at the flow from her fanny.

Without warning again, he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, turned in profile to her and continued to ram his hand up and down his cock. With a muted groan, he raised both hands above his head, freeing his dick to spurt its spunk straight across the room in a silvery, slithery stream.
It was the horniest thing she had ever seen and she simply gazed in astonishment at what she had just witnessed.

He slumped down, resting his hands on the chair, curving, head down to take a breath, sighing with overwhelming satisfaction.

Together they paused, collecting their thoughts, allowing their independent orgasms to work their way through body and mind.

Nothing was said.

Eventually, he lifted his head, composed himself and stuffed his flaccid cock back inside his pants, wiping away the remnants of her cum and rezipped his trousers.
He pulled the chair to sit between her still outstretched thighs, and gazed intently at her wet pubes and the darkness of an as yet unseen fuck hole. Placing one hand on her right thigh, he looked up at her and smiled.

“There’s more” he said, eyeing her face and then her fanny. She leant down and kissed him as he brushed her labia aside and poked a solitary finger inside her, feeling her folds of skin engulf it. He moved his mouth from one set of lips to another, and swinged his tongue into action, replacing his sticky fingers in motions that sent waves through her torso. He clipped his tongue on her hood and circled it constantly whilst revisiting her cunt with his fingers.

She was going to cum again, but surely she couldn’t have any more juices left. The carpet beneath her was already speckled with her watery cum; a watery cum that she had never experienced before.

He stood up, and latched onto her mouth whilst delving further inside her to bring her to climax. He moved aside as he felt the engorgement springing to life, and with perfect timing she shot her stuff towards the wall; great, forthcoming gushes splashing everywhere.

Again she looked on in astonishment as he removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth, licking them free of her cum.
His eyes twinkled and his smile grew.

He returned her panties to her, placing them around her ankles and drawing them up her body.
He liked dressing her. He liked the intimacy of putting them back and folding them over her dampened cunt, smoothing them over her arse, clutching it one more time.

They were both standing, holding hands and simply staring.

“I think it is time for bed” he whispered, and with that she grabbed her bag and finally made her way towards the door.

Feeling horny - again

Prologue
This was written a week ago and it has been altered accordingly.

I feel so horny at the moment. I've got a seriously juicy pussy, that has protruding labs in quiet desperation to be touched. I am lying here thinking about the many things that excite me and how much I need to pull up my skirt, to position my moist knickers away from my eager cunt, waiting to be released from the tight clothing around it. I want to slide my hand down my body toward my pussy, stroking the top of my clit through the warm texture of my pubic hairs that are gently covered with pre cum spotlets of excitement. I want to curl my fingers into a hook, beckoning toward my hole. I want to curve them into my body, swiftly following the contours of the folds of my inner skin, as I reach and manoevre toward my oh so very needy g spot. I want to feel my way toward my spot and to gently spring it to life. Then I want to push it with an urgent vigour, rubbing hard until it is ready to ejaculate hot, gushing streams of female spunk. I want to feel that overpowering climatic orgasm run through every vein of my body, bringing my sexuality to the heart and soul of my being.

And I want to do all of this with someone watching me, someone sitting before me holding their cock, enjoying the feel of it in their own hands. And as I am ready to cum, I want that cock placed underneath my cunt so that I can drip my juices all over it, and watch it grow with excitement as my fuck juices flow out if me. And once that cock has received the stimulation of my wetness, I want it to find its way straight into my cunt, immediately after I have cum, and jab hard within me, thrusting powerfully and ably until I cum again, with me pushing and yet retaining it within me, allowing cock and owner to be yet again smothered with my cum! And then, because I am feeling particularly greedy, I want to get on all fours, turn around and be fucked from behind with infinite passion and energy. And when the time is right, I want the cock to withdraw just at the time of climax and I want to feel hot, sticky semen splashing all over my arse. All over my arse, rubbed in and around it. And then I want to suck the remnants of cum away, savouring each droplet of flavour. I am now going to fuck myself senseless as I have about a gallon of fluid that will not allow me to rest in bed until I have seriously squirted.

Epilogue
And much of the above has just happened, just now. Hot, oozing juices cascading out of my sexually cleansed cunt, time after time, perpertually following on with but a touch of a finger, a fist, a fucking marvellous, majestic cock that pleasures me every single time it thrusts its way inside me, allowing me to devour it with the greed and hunger of my raw sexuality, pushing on that cock as it vies for space in my embellished, engorged pussy. I have just cum everywhere; over the settee, over the carpet, over that sensational cock, over my hands and his. Oh I want this again and soon. I felt that awesome, spunky, hot, hot cum as it splashed onto my arse, trickling down my body. And that was the very best arse massage I have ever experienced, artistically spreading warm, thick, glistening spunk into every pore, tickling me with the smoothness of the circling motion of a hand already moist from my own lubrications. A sensational, satisfying end to an evening. How I love to be fucked with such extraordinary care and consideration. And what makes it even more special and personal is that somebody took the time to read my words, to inwardly digest them and then ensure that my moment of fantasy horniness became a reality; all perfectly executed just as I had suggested and hoped. Maybe I should write more about other sexual fantasies and await the moment when they can be realised. Thank you, you fucking gorgeous human being.

And with a prologue and epilogue such as these, what on earth do we put into the main body of writing? I'll just have to fantasise something together.