Unlocking April

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall couldn't believe it. In all his years of counseling troubled women, he had never been reduced to this. Sure, there was the occasional dalliance. Such a thing was unavoidable when you made a profession of hypnotizing women so they could regain their sexual vitality. In the past, it had always been mutual, brief, and usually signaled the end of their client-therapist relationship.

This was new territory. Here the sex was the therapy and he wasn't in control. How had he relinquished it so easily?

He marveled at the spectacular creature who knelt before him, consuming him voraciously. He suspected that April had very little in the way of sexual experience; certainly nothing kinkier than matrimonial roleplay. Miranda was a different beast entirely. She couldn't be any more experienced than April obviously, but her skills were innate. While her technique wasn't perfect, she exuded a confidence and enthusiasm that easily glossed over any shortcomings.

To whit, in a few short minutes she had him ready to erupt in a geyser of ejaculate. He tried to hold on, but Miranda would not be denied.

"Oh god..." was all he could mumble before rivulets of his seed began spurting down Miranda's throat.

 

[Lillypen]

Miranda moaned with pleasure as she tasted his seed in her mouth. She held her mouth still as he came, though her tongue was still working the head of his cock. As she felt the waves of cum subside she worked on cleaning his cock. Softly she licked up the sides of his shaft and gently sucked on the head. When she felt she had cleaned him up as best as she could she leaned back on her heels, looking up at him. She grinned before opening her mouth, showing him the full load of his seed sitting on her tongue. She smiled as she swallowed it in front of him before standing up.

Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement now, and though she yearned to have his cock inside her she chose to control herself at least for a moment to give him some time to recover. Casually she brought her foot up to rest on the arm of Marshall's chair, her pussy displayed before him. She reached down with her hand, stroking his chin gently.

"Please." Was all she said, looking into his eyes.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall watched as his cock flopped from Miranda’s lips. She was clearly ecstatic to have brought him to orgasm so easily. It was especially hot to see her open her mouth and show him all of his cum on her tongue before swallowing it. He knew this was just the prelude and she wasn’t done with him yet.

So he wasn’t surprised when she stood up and presented her sopping wet sex to his face. She asked nicely, but he knew it was more of a command. One he was eager to comply with.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers. She moaned. Opening and closing his jaw, he gently swirled her juices around her labia with his lips. After his face was sufficiently coated in her dew, he slipped out his tongue and began to flick her clitoris. He felt her hand grab a fistfull of hair in the back of his head. Groaning, she pushed his head deeper against her sex, lewdly rotating her hips as she grinded her pussy against Marshall’s face.

He tried to match her urgency with the pace of his tongue. He was taking her entire vulva into his mouth and forcefully running his tongue up and down her slit. By now, her juices were gathering on his chin, a single drop falling and splashing on his cock. He had started to get soft but it only lasted a moment before his arousal started to build again. Soon it was standing at attention again as Marshall continued to lap at Miranda’s sex.

 

[Lillypen]

Miranda moaned, feeling Marshall's tongue buried in her pussy. She closed her eyes, running her hand through his hair and focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. She moaned softly, grinding her hips against his head. After a moment she looked down, seeing his cock at full attention now. Grinning she pulled his head back, leaning down and kissing him deeply. Tasting her juices on his lips and tongue made her even hotter. She stepped back then moved the camera, focusing it back on the divan. She knelt on it, her ass up in the air while her hands held on to the seat. She stared across the room at Marshall.

"Fuck me doc. I need you, now."

She could feel that her orgasm would come to a crescendo shortly after he starts to slam inside her. She was full of lust and desire though, and ready to ride the doc into exhaustion to sate her sexual appetite.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Miranda was clearly pleased to see that Barry was erect again. Wasting no time, she crawled onto the divan, exposed herself to him, and demanded he fill her. Her careful attention to the camera gave him a brief pause to wonder if she expected April to see everything that had transpired. Would April want to see it? Would he want April to see it? What an odd experience it would be to see yourself having sex but have no memory of it...

His mind didn’t wander for long, not with such a delectable woman before him giving herself completely to his desire. He stood up and briskly maneuvered himself behind her placing his dick on the crack of her ass. His intent was to tease her a bit, but she was having none of it. Her hand snaked around and grabbed him firmly, guiding his bulbous head directly into her pussy. She immediately began rocking her hips against him, forcing him to lean into her lest he lose his balance. He dug his heels into the carpet and grabbed ahold of her hips to steady himself. She was already lost in ecstasy, moaning and bucking wildly.

She felt wonderful. Miranda's insatiable, loose demeanor suggested a loose fit as well, but this was April's body, not Miranda. It was tight and wet and milked him firmly with every thrust. He couldn't believe it, but he was about to cum again.

"Oh God Miranda... you feel so good," he whispered between gasps as he struggled to hang on to her.

 

[Lillypen]

Miranda clutches the divan, forcing herself back against Marshall feeling his cock so deep inside her. She could feel him filling up her tight pussy, his cock throbbing within her as it seems he is getting close to cumming.

"Fuck yea doc, pound my little pussy. You like having a tight slut to play with don't you?"

She leaned down, pressed forward as she wriggles to move one hand back and play with his balls, coaxing him to pound harder as she groans and moans beneath him. She felt her own orgasm building, the dam ready to break. She turns her head to look at the camera, making sure April would be able to see her face and the pleasure she was feeling. She was doing her damndest to hold back until she felt him start to cum, but she didn't know if she could hold on much longer.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall went rigid, locking his knees and hips as he tried to fight back the surging wave of orgasm. His grip on Miranda’s butt intensified trying to hold her still, but she was having none of it. She continued thrusting against him defiantly, causing his head to bob back and forth. She purred, knowing full well that he was about to cum. She kept right on pumping, pushing him over the precipice.

“Oh god, oh god…” Marshall moaned incoherently, “Miranda!”

His cock started pumping rhythmically with her thrusts, unloading his semen into her. Miranda moaned loudly as she felt his seed begin to fill her. She continued to thrust, milking every last bit of juice from Marshall’s penis. It was all he could do to remain standing as the waves of pleasure emanating from his cock mixed with the sloppy cacophony of Miranda’s wet sex slapping against his pelvis.

 

[Lillypen]

"Yesssss!!" Miranda screamed as she felt Marshall begin to cum, letting her own orgasm wash over her. She was writhing beneath Marshall, still grinding against him as they came. Then her knees gave out, making her slide down onto the divan. As she did so she groaned, feeling Marshall cock slipping from inside her. With an almost audible pop his cock sprang from her pussy, the last spurt of his cum splashing onto her ass and lower back. She was panting, trying to catch her breath. Looking over her shoulder back at Marshall she licked her lips, smiling at the sight of his glistening cock.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall nearly stumbled as he slipped out of Miranda. His manhood spasmed in the open air, launching the last remnants of his orgasm across Miranda’s wiggling tush. He wanted to collapse on his chair and catch his breath, but one look at her told him that wasn’t going to fly. She licked her lips and stared hungrily at his pulsing member.

Marshall smiled and shuffled over to the other side of the divan and set himself down on one knee, putting his cock easily within reach of Miranda’s wet lips. She eagerly took him into her mouth and began licking the rest of his seed from the tip. Marshall had to lean back on one arm lest he collapse from the heightened sensation her eager mouth was compounding onto his already sensitive prick.

Miranda slurped loudly as she bobbed up and down on his spent cock. She was meticulous and energetic about collecting every last bit of his cum, cleaning him thoroughly. Her hand reached back and plunged two fingers into her soiled pussy. She began frigging herself loudly as she gargled his cum.

Marshall was amazed. This woman was insatiable. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep going this way, but it seemed as if Miranda was only getting started. He was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he began pondering if he should try to put her back under, if only to save himself...

 

[Lillypen]

Leaning back as she got the last of his cum in her mouth Miranda grinned. She opened her mouth to show Marshall the cum on her tongue before she swallowed it. Without a word she practically crawled up his body, pushing him into laying against the divan as she kissed her way up his frame. She nuzzled her nose against his neck, licking his skin softly.

"So what do you think doc? I think I should have a way to come out when I want to... when I need to. I'm tired of being stuck in the background. April is soooo.... boring." She looked him in the eyes, smiling before she bit his lip gently. "There is so much I could be experiencing while free."

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall thought about what Miranda said for a long time. Her affections were distracting enough to indicate that she expected a quick answer, but he was unperturbed. What was the end-game here? His thoughts settled briefly on the idea of continuing this sort of "therapy", only letting Miranda out during planned sessions to serve as his sex plaything, but he quickly dismissed it as selfish and unproductive.

Miranda was a part of April: a subconscious, purely sexual manifestation of her id. April was clearly ashamed of these desires and had repressed them so deeply that they had taken on their own identity; some "other" person she could blame the desires on.

Marshall realized that he couldn't treat Miranda as a real person. Instead, he had to show April that having these sexual cravings was okay. She had to accept Miranda as just another side of herself. If he could convince her of that, everyone would get what they wanted: April would be healed, Miranda would be "free", and Marshall could slowly untangle himself from the mess he'd gotten into.

"Okay... Miranda," he stuttered, "I have a plan."

Miranda's eyes lit up. A giant smile appeared. Naturally, her hand was already stroking his cock in anticipation of what was to come next.

Marshall struggled for a moment, but stuck to his resolve and slowly began to untangle himself from under her. She pouted, but remained attentive.

"You have to trust me now, but know that we will meet again."

"Soon?" she interrupted.

"Yes, very soon."

Marshall succeeded in freeing himself from her and climbed back into his chair, still naked and slick with sweat.

"Now I need you to lie back and close your eyes."

Miranda scowled at him, but then complied with his wishes.

"As you go to sleep, think about how you are connected to April: two parts of the same whole. She needs you Miranda. Show her the way to the light. Let her feel your body the way you do. Let her taste your desire. Show her how to fulfill it. Show her is okay. Pleasure is okay..."

Miranda began to relax as Marshall transitioned into his awakening mantra. He thought briefly of getting dressed but decided against it. April would awaken naked, covered in sweat, and tasting his cum on her lips. Dressing now would only express shame or modesty and he wanted to get April away from that.

"When I count down from three, you will waken completely refreshed and peaceful."

'Here we go...' he thought to himself.

"3... 2... 1..."

 

[Lillypen]

April opened her eyes. As her sense became aware of themselves she could taste the saltiness on her tongue, feel the soreness of her body. She knew she was naked by the feel of the air on her skin, yet this didn't immediately disturb her. When she looked towards Marshall however and saw his naked form sitting there she quickly looked back up at the ceiling. It was obvious that while she was under that they had likely fucked, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him like this, not right now.

A voice in the back of her head whispered to her.

It's okay, it's just sex. Besides, you know you wanted to fuck him.

"So then... how was the meeting with.. Miranda."