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The Compulsive Gambler

When he walked into her office she could tell this man was stressed out. He was pacing back and forth and his nails looked like they had been hit with a belt sander from him chewing them so much.

“Sit down and relax” she said. Trying to calm the man down. “What exactly is the problem?” she asked.

“Well, I’ve got a gambling problem.” said the man, as he looked nervously around the room.

“That’s a pretty common issue. I’ve dealt with lots of gambling addicts before.” said the psychologist.

“Well, this isn’t any normal gambling problem.” he said. “You see, when I start playing poker I get the sudden urge to play with myself.”

“Play with yourself?” she asked quizzingly. “What do you mean? Play poker by yourself?”

“No” he said. “I mean I take my cock out and start stroking it during the middle of the game. I know that’s fucked up. You should see the look on the other player’s faces when they see me tugging on my cock. I’ve been kicked out of 3 casinos already. But it’s like a good luck charm to me. As soon as I start yanking on it, I start winning hands. Nowadays I’ve been surviving by playing at home online, but it’s just not the same.”

The psychologist moved closer to him and said in a soft voice “So if I were to pull out a deck of cards right now and start a game of poker with you, you’d need to pull your cock out and start masturbating?”

“Yes, that’s exactly my problem” he said, as he watched her reaching into her desk for something.

“Let’s play” she said, as she plopped a fresh deck of cards on the table in front of him.

“You don’t understand” he said nervously. “If we start playing I’m going to have to start playing with my cock. I can’t help it.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly.” she said as she crossed her legs in her chair in front of him. She could see a slight bulge start to rise in his pants as she slid her chair closer to him.

“OK” he said with a nervous laugh. He shuffled the cards and began staring at her smooth, black pantyhose-covered legs, peeking out of her black skirt. You can see lots of hot sluts wearing black pantyhose at prostitutemovies.com.  As he started dealing out the cards one by one, he motioned for his pants and undid the button, then unzipped his fly and pulled his semi-soft, meaty cock out into the open. She watched intently as he began stroking himself.

As they each placed their first bet, she could see the veins start to bulge in his cock. He was fully erect now and she was surprised at just how massive his swollen member was. He raised her another $20 chip, and began stroking furiously at that point. “Call.” she said in a seductive voice.

He stroked his cock like he was trying to pull start a chainsaw. He leaped up out of his chair and moved his cock closer to his psychologist. He could tell she wanted it.

“Give me what you got!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve got a Fulllllllllll Houuuuuusssssseeeee!!!” He screamed as the cum erupted from his glistening cock, blasting all over her face. She opened her mouth wide as the hot spray covered her. It was so thick and creamy it felt like giant ropes hitting her. She swallowed as much of it as she could, while the rest lay strewn across her hair, face and blouse. Her eyes were partially glued shut from the massive amounts of semen dripping down her face.

The man sat down, exhausted and breathing heavy. “Well?” he said.

“Well what?” the psychologist asked, as she began wiping the cum from her eyes and face.

“Well, what did you have for a hand?”

She laid her cards on the table and said, “Looks like I lost. Your 30 minutes is up for today. Come back next week, and bring more money next time. We’re going to have to do some serious research the tackle this problem.”

The Dominant Psychologist and Her Sexual Desires

I’ve been a practicing psychologist for the last 10 years. Once I started my practice I started to really do well for myself. You could say I’m a very successful woman. I soon began to learn that a strong woman like myself has power over men. Especially men who are vulnerable and at their weakest, looking for someone…anyone to help.

That’s when my sexual desires began to rear their ugly head in my office. The first time it happened, I was seeing a police officer. He came to me in confidence and told me he had a sexual addiction problem, and that he would often force himself onto prostitutes and homeless women, using his authority to convince them to have sexual relations with him. He knew this was wrong and was deeply ashamed. He broke down and wept in my office. I literally had to get him a box of Kleenex because he was dripping tears all over my expensive Italian sofa.

He was quite pathetic. How could this blubbering man have that kind of power over any woman? Deep down I was disgusted by him. I suddenly felt myself growing tired of his incessant complaining and whimpering, scared to death that he was going to go to jail for the things he had done. That’s when I thought he needed to be taught a lesson.

He was still sobbing as I got out of my chair. I was in a short skirt, with black sheer pantyhose and high heels. I looked like a sexy secretary. You can see sexy secretary videos on prostitutemovies.com. I walked slowly over towards him as he continued his sob story, not even bothering to look up at me as he blathered on. That’s when I cocked my hand back and struck him hard in the face. This wasn’t just a simple slap, my hand left an imprint on his cheek that you could instantly see turning red. He was completely shocked and even dazed from the blow as he looked up at me flabbergasted.

As I stood closer to him I thrust my pelvis right into his face and said “You’ve been a naughty boy. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Now you’re going to have to eat my pussy or I’m going to let your Chief know what you’ve been up to.”

At first I could see an expression of anger form on his face. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that. He definitely wasn’t used to being struck in the face by a woman half his size. He began to lean back in an aggressive manner as though he was going to get up off the couch. That’s when I struck him again. This time on the other side of his face.

“Don’t you know what you’re dealing with here?” I shouted. “You’re going to jail for 20 years. You’re a rapist you son of a bitch! Now are you going to eat that pussy or am I going to make a phone call?”

I didn’t even wait for his response. I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down. My pussy was already dripping down my leg. I was so turned on and I didn’t know where this excitement was coming from. I guess it was so many years of listening to people bitch and moan about their miserable lives. I finally had enough.

I violently rammed my vagina into his mouth and began grinding up and down as I clutched the back of his head and forced his face into me tightly. At first I could feel him try to pull away, but then he relaxed and I could feel his wet tongue come out. He began licking me and his hands reached up to get a grip on my firm buttocks.

I was in a state of euphoria. I don’t even remember the next 3 minutes as I think I blacked out. I remember coming to in the middle of a monstrous squirting orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I soaked his face with so much of my pussy juice that for a second I thought he was going to choke to death. But he suffered through my spray and licked it up and swallowed as much as he could, cleaning me up like a dog finishing off it’s meal from a dog bowl.

When I was finished I released my grip on his head and looked directly into his eyes. They were bloodshot and watering. He was crying right in front of me. It was a pathetic sight. He had obviously never been so emasculated in his entire life. The big, tough cop had been put in his place by a 130 pound woman. I grabbed a tissue for him and wiped my cum off his face. He was completely speechless. I kneeled down on my knees and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a gentle hug. That’s when he began bellowing like a baby. The waterworks were in full force again. I think it was the realization of what had just happened to him, and the fact that I showed him mercy after I gave him some of the same victimization that he had forced upon so many poor prostitutes.

I told him in a soft, caring voice that I wouldn’t be telling anyone about what he had done. A look of relief came over his face. Then I said “I expect you here next week at the same time.” He nodded. He already knew he was going to become my submissive little slave. That was the price he had to pay for his transgressions. And he was OK with it.

He was my first. The first of many. I had many more clients to see. Many more men that needed to be dealt with by their psychiatrist. I was open for business and looking for clients.

From Street Whore to High End Escort – Sarah’s Journey – Part 3 of 3

As Sarah made her way back to her apartment, she held on to the rich director’s business card like her life depended on it. It was essentially her golden ticket. She just had kinky sex with a famous director with a foot fetish and had been given the chance of a lifetime. The chance to become a high end escort catering to the rich and famous.

She couldn’t sleep that night. She just sat in bed staring at his business card. Her phone rang off the hook with her regular customers looking to book appointments, wondering where Sarah was. But she couldn’t be bothered with such trivial things right now. Even though she made hundreds of dollars an hour from her regular crowd, there were far more important things at stake now.
Not wanting to seem too needy or desperate, Sarah waited 3 days until she finally called his number. Not surprisingly, he never answered the phone himself. A male with a deep voice answered and said “Hello. Did you receive one of his special cards?”

“Yes.” She replied. “One minute then.” The deep voice said. 30 seconds later her returned and gave her an address. She knew where it was. The rich area on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She had so many questions to ask, but before she could get two words out, the man hung up.

“What did this mean?” she thought to herself. Was she just supposed to show up there? What time? What should she wear? She was so confused, and now even more anxious than she was before. After much thought, she decided she was going to take an Uber there and just see what happens.

She spent hours getting herself ready. Manicure and pedicure. Hair styled. New stockings and sexy underwear. Expensive perfume and clothes. And finally an organic coffee enema to make sure her asshole was primed and ready to service her new found clients. She went the full nine yards to make sure she looked her best. When her driver pulled up to the address, she could see rows upon rows of exotic looking cars. The type of cars she had only seen before on TV and in magazines, with names so long she couldn’t even pronounce them.

She approached the front door and could see the security cameras following her every move. Outside the door stood a security guard. A giant of a man with a massive revolver slung under his left arm. “Do you have a card?” He asked. She handed him the card the famous director had given her. “Right this way” he said as he motioned her inside the house.

The pulsating dance music was almost deafening once she was inside. Her jaw immediately hit the floor as her eyes panned across the spacious room. It was a literal who’s who of the rich and famous. She was in utter amazement. And surrounding all these rich and famous people where sexy women in all states of undress. Some of them were on their knees sucking cock. Others were bent over tables getting fucked in the ass. She could have swore she even seen a former president on the floor in a 69 position, eating pussy like there was no tomorrow.

Across the room she seen him, the famous director that had made this all possible for her. He waved for her to come over, as he took another woman’s toes out of his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He said, as he grabbed her by the pussy.

Sarah was speechless, but she knew she had finally made her dreams come true. All her hard work had finally paid off. As he guided her across the room he whispered, “I told these guys about your footjobs. They are going to love you.”

He brought her into a room with a group of actors she recognized from his latest blockbuster movie. One of them began rubbing his cock through his skin-tight jeans as he shouted with glee “Is this the one you’ve been telling us about?”

“Yes” he replied. He gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek and said “Go to work.”

Sarah knew what to do. She lied down on her back and took off her shoes and stockings. The famous actors formed a line in front of her, all of them dropping their trousers exposing their hard, throbbing cocks. One by one they took turns with her feet. Some of them would fuck her soles for a while, then shove their cocks in her wet pussy to finish themselves off. She was full of celebrity cum and she couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was so surreal. These were people she had grown up watching in movies and on TV for years. Now her pussy was overflowing with their jizz. You can see group sex videos like this at prostitutemovies.com.

She kept them busy for almost an hour with her soft soles and wet pussy. She hadn’t noticed, but as each man left, they were leaving something in a bowl at the entrance to the room. When the last remaining man had expelled his last drop of cum and left the room, the director came back in. “Great job honey.” He said. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”

He grabbed the bowl and handed it to Sarah. It was full of cheques and cash. One of them had even left a prepaid credit card. She was so happy she couldn’t contain herself. She burst into tears of joy. There had to be over one hundred thousand dollars in there!

“So, same time next week?” the director asked. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Sarah replied. Her dream was complete. She had come from the trailer park, sucked dirty truck stop cock to make her way to Los Angeles, and sucked even more cock until luck finally turned her way. She was now a high end escort to the stars. And she couldn’t be happier.

Sex In The Year 2177 – Sex Robots Become A Reality

We had just landed on Mars. We had been out mining for 2 years in the Solidium fields on Jupiter. We hadn’t seen a female the whole time we were there. They are too fragile for the work environment on Jupiter and they aren’t allowed to go on mining missions there. I guess you could say we had some pent up frustrations that needed to be released.

The rest of my crew headed straight for the closest bar, hoping to pick up some of the local sex workers that frequent there. I had another idea though. I had been reading about these new sex robots that the Caesar’s Mars Casino had been developing. They were trying to corner the market on the sex industry in their newly built casino / resort on Mars. Anyone could go find a hooker and take their chances at getting Space herpes or something worse, but Caesar’s was targeting the higher end crowd with their new sex robots.

Artificial AI robots had been around for years, but they weren’t allowed to be used in the sex industry. Something about violating the Robot Charter of Rights. It had been tried, but the technology was not there and the government always ended up shutting projects like that down. Caesar’s was the first company to get a license, and the only ones with the new artificial skin technology.

Instead of synthetics and plastics, their scientists had developed a way of growing actual skin and living tissue. They were able to generate real vaginas and penises with blood flow and real cum. I just had to try this out. It’s basically like a real woman, except they are there just to please you and fulfill your every desire.

As soon as I booked myself into a room at the resort, I fired up the entertainment console and started ordering myself a custom-made sex robot. It costs 500 credits and your hooker is made specifically to your own specifications. The tissue is grown in about 30 minutes, so you always end up with your own sex robot that has been untouched by other men.

I sat down and began working on my very own sex robot. I made her black, with abnormally large features. Massive Double G tits. Huge lips, on her face… and between her legs. I wanted a giant fat ass too so she could sit on my face and smother me. By the time I was done customizing her, I had been hit with a penalty of an additional 100 credits to account for all the extra tissue they were going to have to generate to create her body. I guess the process is not cheap and the tissue runs a hefty premium.

40 minutes later I had a knock on my door. In walked my sex robot, wearing leather panties and a tiny bra, barely able to contain her massive mounds of flesh. My penis got rock hard as she called me by my name. She knew everything about me, well, at least everything I entered into the questionnaire when I was designing her. She knew my every fetish and desire.

Her skin was so soft and felt just like any other woman I had been with. Actually, it even felt better, as they are able to genetically modify it to be softer and smoother than a normal human’s skin.

She got on her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth. Her giant black lips felt like soft pillows wrapped around my dick. I was so excited I was about to cum right in her mouth. So I stopped her and threw her on the bed. Normally I would never do this, but she was so lifelike I wanted to taste her, and see what her juices tasted like. Her pussy was dripping wet and tasted amazing. My face was already covered in her cum. You could feel the blood flowing through her skin and feel her pussy pulsate as I made her more and more excited. I could have ate her pussy for hours.

I finally climbed on top of her and shoved my throbbing cock inside her pink, soaking-wet pussy. The best part about fucking a sex robot is you don’t need to use protection. So I went in her bareback to get the full enjoyment out of her.  I only managed 5 pumps before I shot my steaming-hot load deep inside of her. I couldn’t believe this was a robot I was fucking. It was the best sex of my life!

After the session was done, she sat and talked to me for 10 minutes. Then when I was ready to go, she got up and left. I’m not sure what happens to them after they are finished with a customer. She was taken into a back room beside a big steel door. Some say the tissue gets recycled, while some seem to think they send them to an incinerator. After all, they are only good for one use then they have to be disposed of, for health and safety reasons. It’s such a shame. If I was able to take her away from there, I would marry that girl. She was the most amazing fuck of my life.

When your next John is a multimillion album-selling musician

One of my friends told me about how much money you could make doing a little escorting on the side. I never thought much about it. I didn’t really need the money at the time and had a boyfriend that looked after me. Once that all went to shit I needed to find a way to earn money fast. Hooking was the perfect opportunity and I jumped at the chance. Little did I know, but the company that my friend dealt with to get hooked up with clients was actually a high end organization. We never had to deal with sweaty drunks with stinky balls and erectile dysfunction. Basically anyone that required absolute discretion. These were the types of customers that couldn’t just go pick up a hooker on the corner for a quick blowjob. If they were caught, something like that could ruin their careers. So we were paid extra well to keep our mouths shut.

After about a month or so of working for them, I was called in the middle of the night and ordered to get cleaned up. A special request had been put in for me by a really important client. Our booking agent kept a file with our photos and info on hand, and they basically let the clients look through it like they were ordering from a Sears catalogue. I had never been hired on a special request in the middle of the night before, so it was all a little new to me. I got up and washed my pussy out really good and went down to meet my driver. As soon as I seen the Bentley limousine, I knew I must have been dealing with a super rich client. Who could it be at this hour of the night? I had no idea what to expect.

While I was in the limo a very large black man made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. I had never had to do this before. To be honest it was a little frightening. After about 40 minutes we finally reached our destination. A mansion up in the hills. It was hidden behind a huge security fence and a small forest. Whoever lived here wanted their privacy.
The black man brought me inside and led me to a bedroom. The bed was covered in real animal fur, and the entire ceiling was covered in mirrors. He left the room and suddenly someone entered the room from behind a wall of beads. I couldn’t believe who I was looking at. Obviously I signed a NDA so I’m not allowed to tell you who it is, but he is a multi-million album selling artist. I was in shock. He smiled at me and my knees started to give out, and I could feel the juices starting to flow in my pussy. Not only was I going to get to fuck my dream guy, I was also going to get paid for it.

“Take off your clothes” he said, as he pointed towards the bed. I did as I was told and sat down on the luxurious furs, my naked body glistening in the dim LED mood lighting in the room. The lights shone down upon his rock hard body and I could see the trademark Dragon tattoo upon his chest. He was so damn hot I could barely contain myself.
“I see you like the dragon” he whispered. He must have noticed me staring at it. I was still in such a state that I couldn’t even form a response. “How would you like me to unleash the dragon on you?” he said with an almost evil-looking smirk. I managed to whimper a pathetic “OK.” I couldn’t believe I was acting like a star struck teenage girl. I had sucked hundreds of cocks in my short career as an escort, and here I was acting like a complete amateur.

Celebrity escort encounter

“Perfect” he said, as he dropped his underwear to the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. His dragon tattoo on his chest went all the way down to his penis, and his penis was also tattooed to look like it was the dragon’s own cock, with scales and everything. It was probably the creepiest tattoo I had ever seen, especially considering how small his cock actually was. He was no bigger than four and a half inches, and literally as thin as a Sharpie.

Since I was a professional I tried not to laugh, and I did my job. Thankfully it was all over quick. I let him fuck me bareback with his dragon dick and let him spew his “fire” inside of me. But my fantasies about this rock star had been ruined. Now every time I hear one of his songs on the radio, all I can picture is his pathetic little dragon cock, and the way he roared like Godzilla when he blew his load.

Trust me when I say, sometimes it’s best not to meet your celebrity crushes in real life. That way you can keep your fantasies alive and not have them ruined by reality.