Olivia sat in her therapists couch completely serene and content. She had come so far since her first sessions with him, she’d been fidgety, unable to sit still for more than a few seconds, always pulling or tugging at her clothing.
Now, with her lips slightly parted, her breathing nearly imperceptible, her body covered from neck to toe in shiny black latex that made it almost looked like she was made out of plastic, her thoughts were far away.
Her therapist stood up from his chair and walked over to her, taking hold of her right leg and pulling it to the side, positioning it so her foot was on the floor. Then he did the same with her left leg, before taking hold of her hips and pulling her down slightly.
He walked over beside her and reposition her arms and hands, so they were interlinked behind her head. Her whole body was tingling with excitement, what came next was her favorite part of therapy.
He threw a leg over her, positioning himself so he straddled the couch and her, then he moved forward slightly and she felt the tip of his dick push up against her lips. It took every ounce of will power she had not to gobble it up, she was so proud of the progress she had made, remaining silent, motionless, serene.
She didn’t have to wait long though, he pushed deep into her mouth and started to stroke back and forth. Again, it took all her will to stop her hands from flying to her breasts and pussy, but she remained there, her hands holding her head in the perfect position for him.
When he came down her throat, she orgasmed hard, but still remained perfectly still. The only sign that she’d cum was her dilated pupils and her flushed cheeks.
