Taming His Inner Thirst

A young man named Tom, aged 19, is seeing a therapist. Throughout their sessions, Tom reveals to his therapist, Lucy, aged 31, that he experiences many insecurities regarding his ability to make relationships with others. He is worried that he will struggle to find a meaningful relationship with someone if he continues to experience doubts about the other persons feelings. He feels as though his need for reassurance becomes tiresome and pathetic and thus pushes people away. Lucy, finds Tom to be sweet and kind and treats him with compassion, doing her best to resolve these issues with him. She thinks Tom needs to feel wanted and to have his feelings reciprocated. However, she feels as though the only person who could do that, is herself. She goes about convincing Tom that his former partners were not right for him and didn’t appreciate him for the sweet and handsome young man he is. After taking the time to slowly incorporate these ideas into their therapy she begins to make herself more desirable to him. She understands his attraction to women older than him who want to be in control. She validates him and makes subtle changes to herself. She begins to wear clothing that is more revealing in certain ways, jeans that hug her legs, button up shirts that show off a slightly less professional amount of cleavage, skirts that show off her waist and her slender smooth legs and curvaceous ass. Shirts with no bra underneath that almost the vague outlines of her areola to be seen while showing her nipples and the shape of her breasts. All of this culminates in Lucy calling Tom in for an impromptu session on a Friday, her last one for the day where she’s the only other person left at the office. She reveals to Tom that she believes they should begin a new treatment plan. It’s unconventional and it’s unorthodox but she leaves that out. What she tells him is that in order to feel secure he needs to feel as though his partner wants him as intensely as he wants her, he needs to be pursued, desired, the object of another woman’s perversions. She tells him, that what he needs is her. She tells him, “I will make you feel better than anyone else ever will.”

Tom's palms sweat against the leather couch as he sat, waiting. Lucy was running late, but he didn’t mind. He liked being alone in her office, surrounded by her scent, her things. It felt intimate, like a secret. When she finally entered, Tom's breath hitched. Lucy's blouse was unbuttoned just enough to hint at her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Her skirt was tight, riding up slightly to reveal her long, smooth legs. She looked different, more inviting. Lucy noticed his gaze and smiled softly. “Tom,” she acknowledged, her voice a low purr. “Thanks for coming in on such short notice.” “Of course,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She sat down across from him, crossing her legs. “I’ve been thinking about our sessions, Tom. About your insecurities, your need for reassurance.” She leaned forward, giving him a better view of her cleavage. “I believe I have a new treatment plan for you.” Tom swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “What do you mean?” Lucy’s eyes locked onto his and she leaned in even closer, her breast almost resting on the counter. “I mean,” she began, her voice dripping with intent, “that you need to feel desired. You need to be pursued, to be the object of someone’s obsession.” Tom's mouth went dry. “Obsession?” Lucy smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips. “Yes, Tom,” she said. “Someone who wants you as intensely as you want them. Someone who will make you feel better than anyone else ever has. And I think I’m the one to do it.” Tom's mind raced, his body responding to her words. He could feel his cock stirring, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the hunger in her eyes. “Lucy, I... I don’t know what to say.” Lucy stood up and walked over to him. She leaned down, her face inches from his, her breath warm on his skin. “You don’t have to say anything, Tom,” she whispered. “Just feel.” She placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “And I promise, you’ll feel more than you ever have before.”

Slowly escalate intimacy, Lucy teases Tom with light touches through his clothing that make his skin crawl. Dragging her manicured nails across him she continues to slowly escalate. Tom is still hesitant and nervous and objects to what’s happening though Lucy knows better. Lucy knows that tom loves it when she’s in control. She can feel his erection pushing against his pants. She lingered closer, whispering into his ear, her breath hot and wet. The sound of her lips smacking as she salivated at his shyness made Tom’s skin crawl. He felt wanted, more than before but he knew he should denounce what was happening. She points out the changes she’s been making to her clothing and her behavior and how she’s aware of how he’s been staring and struggling to ignore them. She loves to tease him but also reassure him that she cares about him and wants him to feel the need and reassurance he craves from a partner.

Tom's breath hitched as Lucy's fingers trailed lightly up his arm, her nails lightly scraping across the fabric of his shirt. He stiffened, a shiver running down his spine. "Lucy, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Her touch was feather-light, teasing, driving him wild. She dragged her nails across his chest, over his nipples, feeling them harden under his shirt. "Just exploring, Tom," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. "Isn't this what you want? To be desired, to be touched?" Tom's hesitation was palpable, but Lucy could see the effect she was having on him. She could feel the tension in his body, the bulge in his pants growing more prominent. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "You love this, Tom. You love it when I'm in control," she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. The sound of her lips smacking as she spoke made his skin crawl in the best way. Tom's protest was weak, his body betraying his nerves. "Lucy, this... this isn't right," he managed to say, even as his cock twitched in his pants. Lucy chuckled softly, a sound full of promise and heat. "Isn't it, Tom?" she countered, her hand moving to his thigh, squeezing gently. "Look at you, so hard and ready. You can't deny this, Tom. Not when your body responds to me like this." She leaned back slightly, her eyes roaming over his body. "You've noticed the changes, haven't you, Tom?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "The way I dress, the way I act. I know you've been staring, struggling to ignore me. And I love it, Tom. I love teasing you, pushing you." She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I also want to reassure you, Tom. I care about you. I want you to feel the need, the desire, the reassurance you crave from a partner. And I want to be that partner, Tom. I want to be the one who makes you feel wanted, who makes you feel complete."

Lucy tells tom that she often fantasizes about what she wishes he’d do to her if he had the confidence she wishes to instill in him. But ultimately, she wants to take him how she likes before that happens. She describes in details the things she imagines them doing. She then puts her hands firmly on his shoulders, pinning him to the couch before she begins to sit in his lap, legs splayed either side of his thighs. She towers over him, breathing hard and feeling the heat rising in her body. She moves a hand from his shoulders and places it on his jaw, holding his head, angling it up to look her in the eyes. Suddenly she forces her lips onto Tom’s and kisses him furiously. Breaking away after a second, she asks him how he feels and he says nervous, she asks if he feels wanted and he says yes, she asks him if it feels good and he says yes. But he is still afraid. The suddenness and unpreparedness still hold dominion over him. She asks what it’s like to have her straddle him? What it’s like to feel the weight of her body on top of him? She begins to grind into gently, the underwear under her dress is beginning to feel damp as her pussy gets even more excited by the actions taking place. Tom’s cock is throbbing under his jeans to the delight of Lucy, spurring on her movements with more force, dragging a hand down across his shirt and over his chest, she squeezes his bicep and curses at the feeling of his flesh being squeezed in her hands and she tells him how she loves his body, what little of it she has seen. She asks him if he loves hers and he says, with a little bit of confidence, that he loves it. She tells him to show her and he slowly begins to explore her body over her clothes with his hands

Lucy leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Tom, do you know what I fantasize about? What I wish you'd do to me if you had the confidence I want to give you?" Tom shook his head, his eyes wide with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Imagining you taking me how you desire, Tom. Making me scream your name, begging for more. But for now, I want to take you how I like. I want to feel you beneath me, hard and ready, while I ride you like you've never been ridden before." She described in vivid detail, her voice low and sultry. "I imagine you, Tom, fucking me hard and deep, your hands gripping my hips as you pound into me. I imagine you, Tom, taking me from behind, my ass in the air as you slap it, leaving your mark on me. I imagine you, Tom, sucking my nipples, biting them, making me cry out in pleasure and pain." Her hands firmed on his shoulders, pinning him to the couch. She shifted, straddling him, her legs splayed wide on either side of his thighs. She was almost sitting in his lap, her core pressing against his growing erection. She leaned down, her breath hot on his face. She could feel the heat rising in her body, her heart pounding in her chest. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his jaw, holding his head, angling it up to meet her eyes. Her lips crashed down on his, the kiss fierce and hungry. She forced her tongue into his mouth, exploring, tasting. She broke away abruptly, her eyes locking onto his. "You feel that?" she said. "Nervous?" Tom nodded, his breath ragged. "You feel wanted?" His body responded, his cock throbbing, but he was still hesitant. "Y-yes," he stammered. "And it feels good?" "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. She could feel her own arousal growing, her panties dampening under her dress. She began to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. She dragged a hand down his chest, squeezing his bicep, her nails digging into his flesh. "Fuck, Tom, you feel so good," she moaned, her body taking control. "I love your body, Tom. What little of it I've seen. I want more. I want all of you." Tom’s hands trembled slightly as he placed them on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She encouraged him, her eyes never leaving his. "Show me, Tom. Show me you love my body too." His hands were tentative at first, but as she ground against him, he began to explore more boldly, his palms cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. He squeezed her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She moaned at his touch, her body arching into his. "Yes, Tom. Just like that. Touch me. Make me feel good." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Now, Tom, I want you to show me how much you want this. I want you to show me how much you want me."

They lock into another kiss, this time tom Is accepting of Lucy’s advances while she spurs on his exploration. Groping her body intensely as his need is taking over before he can mentally catch up. He can’t help but grab her as hard as he can, pulling her against his body with all his strength, he loves the way she makes him feel. Lucy grinds more intensely, breathing heavily between each kiss she lets out short sounds that are an instinctual reaction to the pleasure she’s feeling. All the ridges, bumps and stitches of Tom’s jeans are grinding against her clit and she’s moving back and forth furiously as she nears her first climax

Their mouths crashed together again, Tom’s hands gripping Lucy fiercely, their bodies melding into one. This time, there was no hesitation in him. He was consumed by need, by the heat of her body against his, by the smell of her skin. His hands roamed her curves, squeezing, exploring, claiming. He gripped her breasts, kneading them through her dress, his thumbs rubbing her nipples into hard peaks. She gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking against him. Tom reveled in the sensation of her body moving against his. The pressure, the friction, the heat—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. Lucy leaned back slightly, her eyes wild. She tugged at her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion. She was bare underneath, her breasts heaving, her nipples hardened into tight buds. Tom’s eyes feasted on her, his hands reaching up to cup her again, his thumbs circling her nipples. "Fuck, Tom," she moaned, her head thrown back, her hips moving faster. "You feel so good. You're driving me wild." Her breath hitched as she ground down on him, the denim of his jeans rough against her sensitive flesh. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling in her belly, ready to explode. "Yes, Tom, just like that," she panted, her voice breathy and urgent. "Make me come, Tom. Make me come on your cock." Tom's cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, desperate for release. He could feel her wetness seeping through the denim, could hear the slick sounds of her body moving against his. He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He needed more. He needed to feel her, to taste her, to be inside her. Lucy moaned loudly, her body tensing. She was close, so close. She leaned down, her lips finding his ear. "Come with me, Tom," she whispered, her voice urgent. "Come with me, now."

Her climax sent her into full body spasms on top of him, squirting on his jeans and leaving him saturated from his waist to his knees. He was in shock. He didn’t even realise that Lucy had gotten off of him and was pulling his dick out of his pants and furiously trying to get it in her hands. As soon as it was free she marveled at it, commenting on how perfect it was, telling him it was huge and girthy and so fucking sexy. She needed it and so she began to pump it furiously in her hand, spitting on it to lubricate it and going as fast as she could. She needed him to cum, the sudden pleasure hit him and he began bucking his hips. She held him down with her free hand, not so fast baby, she told him, you’re giving me what I want. Tom came and his semen erupted out of his cock, covering Lucy’s face, hair and tits in an unprecedented amount of cum that elated her. Tom’s cock was so sensitive but she kept pumping it as fast as possible and then she wrapped her lips around it and began giving him the sloppiest and wettest blow job he’d ever receive. She was an addict and he was her supplier and yet she was the one in control.

She pushed herself up and off of him, leaning back, presenting tom with her sweaty body dripping with desire. She held onto him and pulled her panties to the side. Tom saw her pussy glistening as she began to draw violent circles around her clit, the sound was excruciating, the things he wanted to do in that very moment, the pleasure he wanted to feel was so close but instead of being inside himself it was happening before his eyes. Her climax sent her into full-body spasms, she convulsed as a torrent of liquid hosed out of her and sprayed through her fingers and all over Tom’s body. He was being hosed down by her, she claimed him. This jet of pleasure massaged his body as she released herself onto him in every way. She was panting, her chest heaving, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm. She could feel him throbbing beneath her, his cock straining against his jeans, desperate for release. She needed to feel him, to taste him. She needed to make him cum. She threw herself at his belt, frantic, desperate. She needed his cock in her hands, in her mouth. She needed to feel his release, to taste it, to bathe in it. She fumbled with the button, the zipper, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He helped her, his hands shaking as badly as hers, his body desperate for her touch. As soon as his cock sprang free, she marveled at it, her eyes wide with hunger. She took him into her hands, her fingers wrapping around him, her thumb circling the head, spreading the pre-cum that had already begun to bead. She pumped him hard, her grip tight, her hand moving fast. She spit on him, lubricating him, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making him slick and shiny. "That’s it, baby," she panted, her voice breathy and urgent. "Come for me. Give it to me. I need it. I need you." She worked him furiously, her hand a blur, her eyes locked onto his, watching his reactions, gauging his pleasure. She could feel him thickening in her hand, could feel his body tensing, could hear his breath hitching. He was close. She leaned down, her lips hovering over his cock, her breath hot on his sensitive flesh. She needed to taste him, to feel him explode in her mouth. But she didn't want it to end. Not yet. She wanted to draw this out, to make him suffer, to make him beg. She squeezed the base of his cock, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just below the head. She leaned down, her tongue licking a stripe up his shaft, tasting the salty residue of his pre-cum. She hummed in approval, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, a growl ripping through her as he shook, his muscles tensing. Tom's cock was throbbing in her hand, his body convulsing and his hips bucking uncontrollably. His back arched off the couch as his release hit him, hard and fast, like a freight train slamming into him. She kept her hand on him, pump­ing fast, milk­ing him for every last drop. His cock twitched and pulsed, spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum erupted out of him, painting her face, her hair and her tits. She reveled in it, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feel of his hot cum on her skin. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure, her pussy clenching with need. She needed more. She needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her scream. She licked and sucked his cock, tasting the remnants of his release, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh. She was insistent, her mouth a wet, warm heaven that she knew he never wanted to leave. She hummed around him, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He groaned, his hips twitching, his body responding to her touch, her taste, her insatiable hunger.