Not a Normal Counselling Session: Chapter 2

Message from the Author

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing this second chapter of the Not a Normal Counselling Session story. This chapter looks at some initial erotic lessons being taught to our inexperienced protagonist. I would love to hear from you in the comment section for any improvements or future story plot-points you would like to see develop in later chapters. I would also love to hear what you enjoyed reading, writing this chapter whilst on academic break has provided an exploration for my own fantasies and I hope it aids yours as well.

Francesco x

Chapter 2 - Sexual Respect

I zipped my fly and as I did Elijah's hand slipped out of my shorts and off of my leg. I opened my eyes with a little confusion. After all, wasn't this what he wanted, it was certainly what I needed. He had moved behind my chair. 'Keep going...' he whispered into my right ear. I shivered a little as the moisture from his mouth condensed in my ear causing almost an electric charge to run down my neck. I did as I was told and pulled my shorts down to just above my knees. My hard dick exploded from the restraints leaving a large bulge in my boxers. The freedom, however, felt short-lived, it was now harder than ever to focus. Focus on what even? He was in control and I knew I had to do as I was told. I didn’t want to misbehave, he was playing me like a symphony, and I knew that if I grabbed hold of the cock trying to escape through the new pulsating gap in my boxers, well let’s just say a symphony is better than a solo flute ending. I laughed awkwardly expecting a response but he said nothing, just his warm humid breath on my neck told me to stay quiet. I grabbed the sides of the chair with my hands tightly, ‘fucking shit’ I said leaning my head backward. The chair leg rims dug into my skin, at least the pain could help distract me from the sexual torture between my legs. I pressed my fingertips into the bolt heads on the underside of the chair. I felt like snapping them with the pressure I was feeling. My head hit the back of the chair and I started breathing heavily, trying to swallow the saliva in the back of my throat. My lips were dry and pursed. My eyes were shut. ‘Please… stop this’ I said. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know what I meant if I’m honest. I wanted him to tell me what I meant. I wanted him to tell me what to feel. Like thick cream, my lips were coated with a slow drop from above, which was not from me. I didn’t flinch. The saliva dripped down filling every crevice and crease, as it slipped slowly into the valley between my lips. I gripped the chair harder. Elijah’s fingers ran up from my waist getting harder the further he went. Never speeding up, and never slowing down. Digging his fingernails, leaving three painfully strong and tingling lines across my body. I knew where he was going, and so did he. His fingers, as fast as they had been, moved up towards my chest and plucked at my nipples like guitar strings. One… ‘mmm’. Two… ‘mmm’. He plucked them pulling the heads with his nail as he went. They may well have been bleeding with the grip he had against my chest, not that I was focusing on that though. As he softened his nails, Elijah ran one hand up my neck, grazing my Adam’s apple, and over the ridge of my chin. I started trembling, my hands shook with excitement and terror. His thumb stopped. wrapping over my bottom lip. With such smoothness, his mouth moved over to my ear, I heard his breath, slow and rhythmic. So calm and assertive, whilst mine was erratic and pining. He let out one long deep breath and his thumb pulled downwards. The thick drop of saliva slipped between the gap and met my tongue like a starved snake dying for food. Cold and somehow knowingly not my own, it slid down coating like thick gold. Not daring to move, it slowly inched its way down, until it slid to the back of my throat. I shivered with excitement, I wanted it more than anything. Swallowing my sexual medicine, my tongue like an animal searched my lips trying to extract any remaining saliva that it could.

As I tried to calm myself, the air around my dick was all of a sudden noticeably colder, as I could feel the wet tip bouncing freely against my abdomen. With my eyes still shut and still shaking a little from the experience, my hands went to touch my boxers to find that they had already been removed. Wait what! Had I removed them? Had Elijah? In such excitement had I been so distracted as to have had my hands do the rest? My grip on the chair was relenting throughout, but I wanted this more than anything, I wanted him so bad. Elijah called my name sternly from the other side of the room, as though I was being told off. I opened my eyes to realise that my clothes were down on the floor by my bare legs. I looked over. Elijah sat on the brown leather chair with his shirt undone from the top. His hands rested on either side and his legs were confidently apart. He didn’t say a word. I knew what he wanted me to do. I was his, and I had to show it. I needed to show it. I stood up, my dick sticking out between my legs and my hands caressing it for comfort. Feeling the wet rim and the thick girth of veins pushing between my fingers, before Elijah gave me a look, and I surrendered my dick from my fingers, and wiped my chest with the precum as I walked over to him. Whilst his legs were apart he had made no effort to undo his belt or made any attempt to give me easier access to his throne. I stood in front of him, completely naked, precum drying on my chest, my hands awkwardly moving across my body, my legs apart, and my dick pulsating midair. He just looked at me. God, he knew what he was doing. He just stared at me. And I stared at him. My hands started to touch myself, first rubbing my neck, and across my shoulders, then my hands moved down and rubbed against my biceps and across my torso. My dick bounced in midair as it dripped long drops of cum onto the floor. Whilst nothing was happening in the moment, so much was happening between us. My young inexperienced body was fresh and waiting, but I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, and he knew that I would wait, touching myself, until told.

After an excruciating minute of standing and gagging for some sign, he looked down at the patch of cum on the floor. Shit, I thought, I’m ruining his carpet. But then what did he expect, from what I can remember he may have been the one who removed my clothes in the first place. I was a performance for him. I took the tip of my thumb and rubbed it on the top of my cock. It was so sensitive, I wanted to yank it off and fucking smash it against him. But I couldn’t, because I wasn’t allowed. Collecting some of the cum from the head of my cock and onto the surface of my thumb, I rubbed it across my waist. He looked at me, still silent, not moving at all. I knew he wanted more from me, but what and how much more? It was like I was back in school and had been asked to answer a question that I did not hear being asked. I rubbed my cock for a moment and pulled back the skin. The sensation of pulling my hard dick back was sensitive and painful enough, but this terrifyingly sexual and inexperienced pain whilst he watched me made it so much worse. The air rushed against the tip and with one hand I took some more moisture from the head as I milked it with one long thrust from the other hand. I rubbed the cum between my thumb and forefinger before then rubbing it slowly against my hard nipples. He looked straight into my eyes, and I looked straight back into his. I just stood there rubbing over and over. Him watching me… and it felt good. I pinched them because I wanted to, and because I knew he would let me, a sharp pain shot across my chest as I dug my nails into them only for them to slip off against the tips from the wet cum. He moved one finger on his left hand and continued to watch me. I had to earn him.

After a minute of this, my dick was leaking again and I slowly rubbed my hands down to my groin, pulled back against the skin, and caught some more cum as it was dripping its way out of my wet pipe and onto my thumb. I rolled the drop around my thumb for a moment and looked into his eyes, the back of my mouth salivating for him. A wave of heat hit me as I knelt down on the floor, and sat my cock between my legs. I moved my hand up a few inches away from my mouth and stretched my fingers apart with my thumb arching towards my mouth. I sat there for a few seconds with my other hand trembling. I didn’t dare look at him now but I knew he was still watching me. As I was waiting for the drop to collect itself and work its way down my thumb, he moved his leg slightly. I was doing as he wanted. I moved my resting hand under my naked butt to stop it from shaking. Waiting for the drop, I started to feel myself, touching and rubbing my tight hole, wanting my finger to be something else, something from him. But without a change of expression, with one swooping pivot of Elijah’s foot against the floor and towards me. I removed my hand and moved it back as I was told. The drop got faster… and faster… and finally, a small string of cum dropped on the edge of my mouth. On the edge! God, I can’t even aim right! Looking straight up as I had been, without saying a word, I moved my hand down and held the other as they started to shake. The drop slowly, painfully slowly, moved to wet my lips before dropping straight to the back of my throat. It was salty and it mixed with the mint taste of Elijah’s saliva he had so perfectly executed earlier. The mixture felt good though. It felt like we had mixed each other. It felt like we had become or made some sort of sexual contraband. I looked at him feeling good about myself, and for a moment he smiled back at me. He knew how much that smile meant, it meant that I had proven myself. I’d done something that I would never have dreamed of doing before this session but here I was, and it was so good.

But before I could celebrate, his smile slowly disappeared. With a sense of urgency, my eyes dashed across his body. What had I done wrong? What else did I have to do? I pushed against my hard cock, with both hands rubbing it against my legs to comfort myself. His eyes looked at the carpet, to the patch where the cum had dropped earlier and was wet against my knee. At this point, to touch him, I would do anything he wanted. Without hesitation, I moved back and like a dog, I started to lick the patch from the carpet. The carpet rubbed against my tongue and I opened my butt to the warm air of the office. As I licked, I looked up, but I couldn’t really see him. I moved my head to the side and closer to the floor. Whilst still licking the salty damp patch, I saw him, and he saw me. He saw me naked, my clean young butt poked in the air, my chest resting against the floor licking cum that had dropped on the carpet minutes earlier, but not for one moment did he move. It was incredibly exciting and so hot that it was just making more cum drip from my cock. There were arguably two bigger patches on the floor now, but he didn’t really care about the mess. He hadn’t even asked me to do this. He hadn’t said a word this whole time. He had just watched me, as I worked myself from rubbing cum on my waist to trying to drink it from the carpet. I had put myself in his hands and humbled myself before him. He moved his hands, slipped himself slightly down the chair, and fingered to tell me to get up and move towards him. I did as I was told, leaving the now arguably damper and bigger two patches to saddle him. Staring into his eyes as I had been this whole time, he looked back at me and smiled, my hands rubbed against his smooth chest and under his shirt. I was still waiting for him, I didn’t dare want to screw this up now. Slowly and with the smoothness that he had shown this entire time, he tiled his head. A shot of adrenaline ran across my groin, as I moved my mouth onto his neck and kissed him slowly.