Female for peer support RP

[xPassionx]

I have an interesting scenario that just occurred to me. This is partially based on some truth. I want to start a peer support RP where I'm a young, shy man who receives services from a female peer support worker. Feel free to look up peer support if you need. I'm not concerned of your actual age, but I'm hoping that you'll play an older woman (around 30) I would start that you're assigned as my case worker. You see me at my home on a weekly basis, although the frequency is negotiable. You have your own secret sexual methods to encourage my improvement. I'm looking for a girl who can be dominant, forceful, and persuasive.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

This is my first assignment. In high school I was a nerd - not pretty - not sexy = not a cheerleader and I didn't even know how to dance so I was a wallflower. My only friends were smart guys, and none of them wanted anything other than for me to do their homework while they were out with some cute babe getting laid or getting a blowjob.

But in college I tried to right my ship and "join the club". I failed miserably, but graduated and later got a MS and PHD in business, but with my lack of personality or outgoing ability, I couldn't even get a decent job.

I was confined to the back room in our company, doing planning and accounting, but no contact with suppliers or customers until we had a crisis and I was called in for background support.

That was how I was recruited for this voluntary and non compensable vocation, as part of an expansion of my job responsibilities.

I arrived where he lived and rang the doorbell. The guy that answered was dressed in grubby clothes, looked like he hadn't shaved in several days, and had been described as a smart guy with no people skills, but useful talents we might be able to use if we could bring him out of his shell.

He invited me in, and without even offering me a cup of coffee or a coke or a beer, we began to talk.

 

[xPassionx]

This is my first assignment. In high school I was a nerd - not pretty - not sexy = not a cheerleader and I didn't even know how to dance so I was a wallflower. My only friends were smart guys, and none of them wanted anything other than for me to do their homework while they were out with some cute babe getting laid or getting a blowjob.

But in college I tried to right my ship and "join the club". I failed miserably, but graduated and later got a MS and PHD in business, but with my lack of personality or outgoing ability, I couldn't even get a decent job.

I was confined to the back room in our company, doing planning and accounting, but no contact with suppliers or customers until we had a crisis and I was called in for background support.

That was how I was recruited for this voluntary and non compensable vocation, as part of an expansion of my job responsibilities.

I arrived where he lived and rang the doorbell. The guy that answered was dressed in grubby clothes, looked like he hadn't shaved in several days, and had been described as a smart guy with no people skills, but useful talents we might be able to use if we could bring him out of his shell.

He invited me in, and without even offering me a cup of coffee or a coke or a beer, we began to talk.

I sit in a chair in front of you. "Hi." I fidget with my hands in nervousness. I didn't think they'd get me a woman. This makes it uncomfortable. "Well...I guess we should get started. I struggle with anxiety and depression. My goal is to be more involved with people and groups. Do you think you can help me?"

 

[Joycelet]

Karen

I didn't tell him my real name, and especially not my last name. I really didn't want him to know whom I really am. So I told him I was Karen, and that of course I could help him. I had been told he was anti-social.

But I didn't know shit about anxiety. My own background didn't include that. I was just a nerd and took put my anxiety on my textbooks.

So I asked him why he was distressed, and told him I had heard nice things about his potential talent, and that was why the company sent me here.

"The first thing we need to do is get you squared away. You look like a fucking bum."

I used that word to get his attention.

"Next time I see you, I expect you to be clean and have a fresh shave, and if we need to, I will take you shopping. We don't need to spend a fortune but we need you to look like you fit in a business atmosphere. And I expect you to at least offer me a drink or a glass of wine or coffee. I assume you have a coffee pot. If not, put it on your shopping list.

After all that, you will feel a lot better about yourself, and that alone will cure 90% of your depression, not to mention what else I have in mind for you."

 

[xPassionx]

I feel shamed and self-concience when she calls me a 'fucking bum.' I don't look her in the eyes when she says anything after that. I simply shake my head 'yes' to everything she says. I know she can sense my anxiety.

I sit in silence with my head at the floor and fidgeting with my hands a lot. "Okay. I can do most of those things, but I don't have a car, so you'd have to take me shopping. I have some money."

"So you really think you can help me?"

 

[Joycelet]

Karen

"Of course I can help you if you want to be helped'

I was glad he announced that he had some money. I knew what he was being paid. I was being paid to know those little details. And, I well know how good it feels to be able to buy something you want and need.

This was just a start. Let's see what he looks like when I come again tomorrow.

This was enough for today. I told him I would be back tomorrow at the same time, and added "Let's see some progress."

 

[xPassionx]

"Yes, mam."

The next day I shave my face completely and put on a torquiest t-shirt and tan pants. I put on aftershave and deodorant to smell better. I've bought a coffee maker even though I don't drink coffee, but I did it for her. I answer the door with a little more enthusiasm this time. I tell her to come on in as I hold the door for her. She sits down in the living room and I hand her a fresh cup of coffee while I drink water.

 

[Joycelet]

Karen

I told him I was pleased with his progress. Actually he looked very nice, but he needed a haircut and I told him to have one before he arrived at the office on Monday morning.

His clothes were clean - not at all stylish, but passable, and his face was shaven, but he reeked of a batch of smelly stuff he had doused himself with.

Gently I advised that he ease off that crap.
"You don't need it. Just be presentable and forget the cologne."

I asked him how he felt about being cleaned up and properly dressed to face the world. Then I told him I was going to take a tour of his kitchen, looking at his inventory of food and the cleanliness of his cooking facilities.

If he lived like a slob, he would either get in gear or find himself another job .

I opened the fridge and about puked. I said "Look in here. get this cleaned up before I come here again."

There was spoiled milk that reeked, an d probably eggs that were far too old.

I told him to get his garbage container, and started throwing things in it, and by the time I was finished it was empty. I even threw away his ice cubes from his freezer, and ,looked at the dates on the labels on the stuff he had in there.

All that went in his garbage c an as well.

Then I told him that since he didn't have any food available, we would go out to dinner but first, I wanted to see his bedroom and bathroom.

Both were a mess, but I didn't b other to clean either.

"Pick up all that laundry and we'll either wash it here or take it to a laundromat."

He didn't have time to get depressed or feel sorry for himself. It was midafternoon on a Saturday, and we had things to accomplish over the weekend.
T

 

[xPassionx]

I was humiliated and ashamed when she reacted to the state of the place. All that food I let go to waste. I felt so stupid. But she's right. This is unacceptable. I gathered all of my loose laundry. I apologized and said that I'd pay for lunch.

 

[Joycelet]

Karen

"It's a little late fir lunch. I'll pay for dinner and yiyu can b yut me lunch and feed me tomorrow."

So he knew we had an other session on the schedule for Sunday.

With his bag of laundry, he took me down to the laundry room in the basement of his building. It was a disaster to say the least.

I looked at him and told him we would take it to my place and do it there.

We climbed into the car I was driving. It was a cheap rented Miata. My BMW wouldn't exactly fit in his neighborhood, and would be quite noticeable. Plus I didn't want him to know what I drove either.

The reek of his cologne was overwhelming and I made a decision and smiled to myself. I didn't take him to my own place. We went to a condo the company owns and uses to house visiting executives or important clients. Actually it was cheaper than a fancy hotel room, and had other useful amenities.

It has a washer and dryer. W we dumped out all his dirty linen, including the towels and bedding from his place. I sorted the whites from the colored stuff and even held up a pair of dirty boxer shorts, noticing the nicotine stains.

I looked at him and said "I know shit happens, but did you ever consider washing this stuff? With the washer running I told him I couldn't stand the smell of the cologne, and he needed a shower.

The bathroom here was immaculate. We pay good money for maid service after each use including the one yesterday when we were interviewing a man we wanted to hire away from a competitor. His price was little high, but after I took him to lunch and then here to the condo, a leisurely blowjob and fuck convinced him that a change of his employment was in his interests.

I told him to undress and jump in the shower. I took his clothes and added them to the washer load, and returned to the bathroom where he was in behind the shower door with the water running. Without hesitation, I stripped and joined him. In surprise, he looked at my naked body and I asked how long it had been since he saw a naked woman, other than in a strip club or a porn movie.

Standing face to face, my nipples tickled his chest and my mouth was only inches from his. I wanted to see if he would take the initiative to kiss me.

He didn't so I did, and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Then I asked if he didn't think this was a better way to live than cooped up in that crappy apartment in all that filth?

He didn't say anything, but he grinned, put his arms around me and pulled me even closer, and returned the kiss.

NOW real progress was being made.

We dried each other. With me on my knees drying his legs an d whatever, I pulled him close and his rather nice cock was right in my face and then in my mouth. A few sucks and I told him I had a better use for this, and led him still naked into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed I had used yesterday. Then I mounted him and impaled myself on that impressive cock and told myself he was coming along fine, as he cried out and I felt the spurt of his cum deep up in me.

Then I asked him how long it had been since he had a woman. I knew better than to ask how long it had been since he last came, having seen the cum stains on his bedding when we stripped the bed for the laundry.

 

[xPassionx]

"That was.....amazing." My cock spasms as I lay there trying to catch my breath. I was stunned by what just happened. It was a mixture of disbelief and happiness.

I reluctantly tell her that I'm a virgin and that I've never been in a real relationship. I tell her about a girl I liked that was very seductive but it turned out that she already had a boyfriend. As tempting as she was, I somehow had the self-control to step away from that situation.

I'm reluctant to admit all of this to her, but I'm supposed to be honest with her for her to have any chance of helping me. Plus after what just happened it wouldn't be fair to be anything but honest with her.

I look over at her and scoot down to her legs. I find the courage to rub her sexy inner thighs and kiss her hips. I stare at her pussy as I run my hands over her body. I look up at her and ask her if she's done this before with her clients and if her employer knows about it.