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The story of a BBW seductress, the man she seduces and the consequences of their incredible sexual encounter.
By: Mike Rockett, Jr.
There was a time, not long ago, that I wasn't an overtly sexual person. Don't get me wrong I like sex as much as the next person and, being male, I very much enjoy a sneak peek at the opposite sex when the opportunity presents itself. However reckless carousing and one night stands weren't carnal pleasures someone like me could afford.
Its not that I am unsightly?on the contrary?I consider myself to be an attractive and confident person, unafraid to approach or flirt with any woman that may appeal to me. And it isn't that there was something wrong with me. I am fully functional in all capacities (sexual or otherwise), and enjoy good mental health.
The problem, you ask?
The problem (if there was one), was my profession. One year ago I was a licensed psychiatrist in the process of beginning my own practice in the suburbs of the Kansas City area. And one thing, if anything, I have learned about the people in these areas is that the great Midwestern pastime is gossip. And if a practitioner was smart he or she would do everything in their power to keep whatever gossip may be circulating on the positive side. This was the best advertising: word of mouth.
However, it was six months into my burgeoning practice that word got out that I was a hypnotist.
I am one of the few in my field that had embraced hypnotism as a way of effectively correcting negative and or self destructive behavior patterns. And it's not that I hypnotized everyone that came to see me. I employed hypnosis in only the severest of cases. At that time I had only three patients in a backlog of at least three dozen that were clear candidates for hypnotherapy and only two of those that consented when I recommended it.
One of those two was a woman I'll call Melody Lane.
It was early July when Melody came for her first session. She was a sweet but desperately withdrawn woman who struggled with depression and poor self esteem. It was by mid September that I suggested hypnotherapy. She readily agreed.
By late October I began to see positive changes, particularly in her appearance. Gone were the t-shirts, jeans and stringy blonde hair from her first session. As her self esteem mended she dressed herself in a more provocative manner. Two sessions before her last she had appeared at my office wearing a short form fitting, purple sleeveless dress with high heels, her shoulder length hair worn down and slightly curled. She wore moderate amounts of make-up that brought out high cheekbones and striking green eyes. Her smile boasted a pair of enticing dimples that were definitely eye-catching.
It was at that same session that I realized that I was attracted to her.
Red flags signaling danger in my mind went up and waved furiously. Admittedly I couldn't keep my eyes off of her though I tried to keep my disposition as professional as possible.
As she stood to leave that day I noticed her body for the first time. Melody stood at about 5'5" with broad shoulders and a frame that was generous, round with ample curves in wonderful places. Her breasts were full and bouncy, her ass and legs were thick and firm.
It was then that I had experienced for the first time the desire to ravenously fuck one of my patients.
You won't find anywhere in the Hippocratic Oath anything about fornicating with patients, but then again you won't have to. Ethics clearly dictate "fraternizing" is forbidden. And it has been the ruin of many a talented therapist. I had determined during my education that I would not fall prey to such folly. Yet I had a clearer understanding of how easily it could happen. I decided to set parameters to protect myself and Miss Lane, from temptation.
Yet somehow it was those same parameters that made the situation all the more intriguing.
Melody had two sessions of hypnotherapy left and she was making excellent progress. I felt sure that I could perform them without any problems or mishaps. Then after a brief series of follow up visits I would be in the clear.
The next session went smoothly even though I fought a raging hard-on and the intense desire to ogle her from head to toe. Clad in another provocative ensemble I managed to keep my wanton lust to myself (at least I think I did). And apparently Melody was none the wiser.
However our last session proved to be much more trying.
Melody was my last appointment for that Friday afternoon and I had graciously sent my receptionist home early for the day. I decided to take a few minutes and mentally prepare myself for the challenge ahead. I perused the latest issue of some magazine from the lobby when my patient showed up?thirty minutes early. Unsure of what to do I let melody in and we began early.
She kicked her shoes off and made herself comfortable on the divan. I engaged her in the usual small talk, completely aware of how sexy she really was. I discretely moved my leather chair back a few feet trying to put as much distance between myself and this wonderfully fuckable creature as I could.
She closed her eyes and began the relaxation techniques I had taught her. I took full advantage of the moment and studied her delicious curves from head to toe. I wanted to burn her image into my mind. My imagination danced with loud, sexual fantasies. My cock became erect.
The next step was to take her to a happy, pleasantly relaxing place. I described in great detail an island beach setting, the blue waves of ocean water gently rolling ashore.
Melody's breathing became deeper and more rhythmic. I calmly, and in soft tones, told her to sleep. After a few moments it was clear by the relaxation in her countenance that she was under. It was time to go to work.
That was when it hit me. The true purpose of hypnotherapy was to reprogram the ever elusive subconscious mind. In doing so this makes the subject susceptible to suggestion. I was almost paralyzed with the temptation to suggest that Melody Lane fuck me like a wildcat. My imagination came alive with thoughts of our bodies writhing together on my couch. Yet somehow I closed my eyes and pushed the urge aside.
I called her name.
"Yes," she returned.
"Do you see anything?"
I asked her what she saw. She described an office setting. I asked her if she was in this office setting. She said that she was there.
"What are you doing there?"
"I'm lying on the couch?" Suddenly a slight moan escaped her mouth. "I'm with a man." She moaned a little louder. "We're naked and fucking."
My eyebrows furrowed, half of me was confused and half of me was aroused. I was unsure of what to say next. I thought for a second and asked the only thing I could think of.
"Who is this man?"
Melody smirked. "It's you," she said.
I was stunned and speechless.
Melody opened her eyes and sat up. She turned to look at me, her mouth poised in that sexy smirk that made one dimple deeper than the other.
My cock jumped to attention.
She stood to her bare feet. Her eyes never lost my gaze. She disrobed before me.
I tried to speak. "Melody?"
Her clothes were in a pile on the floor. She stood before me in nothing more than a thong and that smirk that was hypnotizing me.
"I saw that cock of yours lastweek. It was hard as a rock, wasn't it?"
Yes it was but I couldn't tell her that. I couldn't say anything.
"Just like now," she continued. She stepped over to me and straddled my lap. She lowered her mouth on mine and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around her pulling her closer to me. I squeezed her tight. Our kiss became feverish, animal like. My hands ran the course of her back, from her broad shoulders to her round hips and finally to her deliciously fat ass.
There was no turning back. For a split second I saw my practice, my career and my life swirl down the drain of failure. But as this sexy woman took me none of it seemed to matter. I was going to fuck her.
She pulled back and stood to her feet.
My eyes took a walk all over her. Her breasts were as big, round and full as I had imagined. Her nipples stood erect. Her waist was short and her tummy protruded slightly. Her hips were wide and circular. The majority of her height was in her long, thick legs. They had just enough muscle definition to make them look solid. She removed her thong underwear slowly, savoring the attention that I was giving her.
She took my hand, stood me up and removed my clothes. She stripped me down to nothing then sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She moved in and out slowly at first taking the time to taste me, working up lubrication to pick up the tempo. And pick it up she did. She sucked me vigorously, rhythmically grasping my waist with her hands. She pulled me into her and pushed me back out for several minutes. It was as if she was content with sucking my rock hard cock. She had no idea what this was truly doing to me, how crazy it was making me. I tried to last as long as I could, but her mouth was too warm and too wet. She sensed the tension that built up in my body as that burning sensation worked its way up my shaft. She sucked harder and faster. In one last effort I tried to hold on to my climax desperately wanting to make this last, but it was too late. She stopped sucking and stroked me with her hand. My cock was on fire. It was as if time stood still and the only thing that mattered was release. I let it go.
I fell backward in my leather chair my chest heaving for air. I closed my eyes momentarily?until Melody called my name. She was on her knees on the couch her milky-white ass in the air. I went to her and bent myself low. Her pussy was smooth, hairless?except for a small patch just above her mound?and beautiful. I put my mouth on it. She spread her legs wider and pushed her ample ass out further. I licked and sucked her pussy as if I was a condemned man consuming his last meal. Melody began to breathe heavy. As I worked my tongue on her swollen clit she began to roll her round hips. After several minutes it became difficult to keep my mouth on her. She was bucking wildly, almost convulsing. The sounds of ecstasy escaping her mouth began to reach a crescendo. The higher the pitch of her screams the harder she bucked. I could feel her body tense and I could tell that I was about to hit the mother lode. She swung her hips side to side then back and forth as her screams hit an almost deafening decibel.
I was there; she was climaxing.
Her body convulsed as she crossed the threshold silently, unable to inhale for several seconds.
We rested ourselves kissing and caressing each other for a while. It wasn't long until I was ready for more.
Melody assumed the missionary position on the couch and spread her legs for me. I climbed on top and nestled myself deep inside of her. I grasped her ankles, slowly pulled my hips back and just as slowly pushed them forward. I repeated several times pulling my cock almost all the way out of her and pushing forward all the way in. I picked up the tempo a notch or two as I feasted on her inch long nipples.
Melody expressed her pleasure with soft cooing and rhythmic heavy breathing.
I turned her on her side, pushed her knees to her chest and entered her sideways. I pounded her long and hard as she held her legs in the fetal position. At that angle I was able to penetrate her deeper making the sensation more intense for both of us.
All of a sudden Melody stopped me. She opened her legs slipped her hand between them and began to play with her clit. Between my pounding and her playing she quickly brought herself to a second and more intense climax.
Then it was my turn.
I set a throw pillow on the floor and told her to lie down on top of it. I told her that I wanted the pillow underneath her hips and her legs together. She complied and I straddled her. I slid into her from behind. She felt tighter and I could tell from her reaction that I was deeper inside. But instead of thrusting in and out I rocked back and forth. Doing this turned Melody into a wildcat.
She clutched handfuls of shag carpet and pulled violently. Deep into the throes of ecstasy she seemed to lose every last inhibition.
"Fuck me!" She screamed in between loud moans. Quickly she announced her third arrival across the threshold as she violently arched her back. I wasn't far behind with my own climax. I was about to pull out when Melody told me not to.
"Give it to me," she pleaded, "every last drop!"
The fire burned hotter inside as it surged through me. I tried desperately to prolong it, to feed the flame, to make it more intense. I couldn't. My body jerked involuntarily as I came. I filled her taught little pussy with every drop I had.
Fatigue overcame me. I wiped the perspiration from my brow and fell over on the floor. Melody turned over and crawled up next to me. We held each other. When her time was up she kissed me one last time and then stood to dress herself. I watched her clothe that beautifully round body of hers. I wanted to see her again but I didn't suggest it. Nevertheless she walked out the door with a seductive wink and I never heard from her again. I could only assume that she was cured of her depression.
"So it is safe to assume that she wasn't hypnotized?" asked Dr. Martinez, a beautiful brunette therapist looking at me as I lay on her couch.
"Actually," I said, "I'm not sure."
"I see, and your practice??"
"Gone," I muttered. I looked up to see her deliciously ethnic countenance seemingly caught in a tug of war. Her rich brown eyes were studying me and her full lips smiling a bittersweet smile that I knew so well. She scribbled the last of her notes then set the pen and pad down. She removed the pins that held her thick ebony mane on the crown of her head, her hair spilling like water to her shoulders. She shook her head and licked her naturally crimson lips.
She paused for a moment as if in deep thought. She raised a brow, her eyes walked me from head to toe. "Is your cock hard?" she asked.
I looked down at my lap, "yes," I answered.
She flipped her hair to one side, "can I suck it?"
It wasn't her looks that turned me on, neither was it the question she asked, but the seduction in her voice. The sweet breathy tones of a woman in lust and wanting to do something about it. This made me harder than a railroad spike.
I smiled. "Please, by all means?"