Filling Heather's Open Position
"Hey Heather, what do you want to talk about today?" Mr. Northam inquired, gripping his hands together and aiming his best 'here to listen' expression at her.
This was Heather's initial session with a therapist. She'd heard others talk about how successful it had been for them, and the fact her health insurance entirely covered these sessions made her give it a go.
Mr. Northam was a handsome man, possibly in his mid-fifties. He had tranquil blue eyes and his face exhibited signs of experience, even under his suit that suggested a physically active lifestyle. He stared serenely at Heather, exuding only attentiveness rather than condescension. Heather had her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders, and she returned his gaze with her steel-gray eyes. The twenty-two-year-old looked somewhat daring in her attire: a crisp white button-down shirt, undone half-way, revealing abundant cleavage that needed little assistance from the visible bra, and a shorter-than-acceptable pleated red flannel skirt.
Despite the misgivings, Mr. Northam couldn't fault her for it. It wasn't up to him to judge.
"Mr. Northam, are our sessions confidential?" Heather queried.
Mr. Northam nodded with reassurance, "As your licensed therapist, what you tell me in these sessions stays between us. I won't be divulging any details to your family and can't share with the police, unless you express intent to commit a violent act. This is a judgment-free environment. I want you to feel at ease divulging any information."
Heather nodded in comprehension and took a deep breath. "I suppose I...I feel inadequate, I guess."
"I see. Are you feeling trapped in a routine or are you simply uninterested?" Mr. Northam offered.
"No, I'm not uninterested. I adore my everyday activities. I just want...more, in some way."
Mr. Northam furrowed his brow and then said, "Perhaps you could detail your routine to me."
"You want to hear about all of it?" Heather inquired.
"If it's relevant," Mr. Northam replied.
"And I can be completely honest?" Heather asked again.
Mr. Northam nodded warmly. "Go ahead."
Heather seemed to consider her answer and then decided. "Alright, well, um...so every day begins identically. I wake up around 7 upon hearing my step-brother return from the gym. He claims to get the hardest after a workout, which aids my deep-throat practice."
Mr. Northam's demeanor wavered. "I think I misunderstood you."
"I give my step-brother a blowjob after his shower every day. I can now engulf him entirely down my throat and maintain there for several seconds."
Mr. Northam found his demeanor more challenging to retain. "Ah...I get it."
"How did we arrive at this pattern?" Mr. Northam inquired.
"Oh, we just sort of fell into it. I'd always been curious about boys, but when my mother married John and he and Mark relocated with us, my curiosity intensified. After five years, we couldn't suppress it any longer. But I never allow him to climax down my throat, due to Mrs. Langford."
"Mrs..." Mr. Northam faltered, maintaining his veneer of professionalism. "Because?"
"She's my neighbor. She cares greatly for semen, almost as much as me, so I bring Mark's over to her house and let her lick it off me before we perform cunnilingus."
"Holy shit," Mr. Northam stammered, shifting and crossing his legs. "So you're merely...running between the houses, naked, covered in semen?"
"Correct. He fills my mouth entirely, so dripping off my chin and chest is inevitable. For this reason, I no longer bother wearing shirts and rarely any clothes at all, so I make my way to her house promptly to avoid any spillage. Of late, Mrs. Langford has desired to lick Mark's cum from my mouth, so I've attempted to retain it to prevent gulping it down, as I still have some control over myself."
"Uh-oh, not at all between them. The fencing is too high. I'll simply run around to the front. The other neighbors don't appear to care, or at the very least, have not voiced any complaints."
Mr. Northam tightened and loosened his jaw. "And Mr. Langford..."
"Oh, he usually leaves for work by 7:30 am, unless it's the weekends. On those days, he mainly watches us, but sometimes I peddle to him as well."
"And these carnal encounters with your neighbor take place..." Mr. Northam asked.
Heather nodded. "Daily. They're so delightful. They occasionally put on extravagant parties where I function as a serving dish for their guests."
"Ah. Right."
"Oh, do you know what that implies?" Heather inquired when she observed her therapist seemed slightly baffled.
"Do I want to know?" He asked.
"It means I lie down on a table, counter, or quite simply the ground, only enveloped by hor d'oeuvres. I can then stroll around and park my bottom on laps if I please."
Mr. Northam bit his bottom lip, attempting to digest this information. Then he continued, "Let's get back to your typical schedule. So you... conclude... with your neighbor, and then..."
"Then I head to work."
"Where do you work?" Mr. Northam inquired.
"Portman Lewis and Portman. It's a law firm. My superior is a partner, the second Portman, much to my dismay." Heather smiled in a 'you know how those lawyers can be' manner.
"Do you enjoy your job?" Mr. Northam enquired.
Heather thought for a moment. "I like some aspects of it. The rest is fairly unexciting."
"Like what?"
"The unexciting portions? Oh, like getting coffee, making copies, mailing, scheduling, taking calls. That kind of stuff." Heather shrugged.
"That sounds like routine assistant tasks. What do you like?" Mr. Northam inquired.
"Well, after I bestow my boss his coffee, I move over his desk so he can force his cock in me. He's often on some critical call with judges or attorneys or many others, so I have to be silent. He eventually muted himself, allowing me to let out an audible scream. It's somewhat mortifying, as the entire floor can hear me, but I suppose it also kind of excites me as well."
Mr. Northam swallowed. "Heather, if your supervisor is compelling you to provide him with erotic favors in exchange for..."
"No, it's nothing like that!" Heather clarified. "As previously stated, it's a demanding job. When I initially started, Mr. Portman was so devastated and stressed out. One day, I brought him his coffee, and he appeared so disavowed that I merely squatted over his desk and uncovered my skirt. It was, of course, more nuanced than that; I had to be more enticing. However, the idea was that he should start screwing me. After just nine months, he's become one of the most successful attorneys in town."
"Hmm," was the only thing Mr. Northam could think to say. He was more preoccupied with maintaining his regrettably increasing erection. It was extremely inappropriate.
"After that, I frequently have to go make duplicates, which, as I've previously stated, is exceedingly monotonous. While I'm waiting, I allow the men from the bullpen to take turns sucking on my breasts against the wall of the copier. It's quite cozy. Mr. Portman informed them they could only defile my lips (he actually said that! Described it as my 'pretty mouth') if their document processing was finished. I think that was a clever move on his part since it ensures the processing never lags and means I am mostly free to assist Mr. Portman more."
"C-lips... warming?" Mr. Northam asked.
Giggling, Heather stated, "Yes! I listen under Mr. Portman's desk during his in-person meetings with clients. They are unaware I am in that position since I am merely executing mundane tasks. I just have to hold Mr. Portman's erect penis in my mouth for a few hours. This keeps him solid the entire time, making him more effective with the clients. When he's ready, he'll lightly pat me on the cheek and I just have to slurp on him for a couple of minutes and he promptly ejaculates."
"Afterward, though, I'm so incredibly horny. I've had penises on and in me everywhere except where I want it, which is raging with desire by that point. It's been around five or six hours since Mr. Portman last fucked me. And it's at this point where my predicament begins."
Mr. Northam exhaled heavily, unaware that he'd been holding his breath. Releasing his head, he seemed to be attempting to shake out his thoughts. "Alright, so... So after a long day at work, what do you do to relax? Describe your evening routine."
"It fluctuates. I might enjoy dinner with buddies. It's fantastic, as we typically partake in the same limited selection of establishments, and multiple waiters and a chef all waive my bill. However, this usually occurs around 8 or 9 o'clock. But the true highlight is getting my check comped; the rest is just secondary. However, since my mother's passing a few years back, my stepbrother has been down. Therefore, I return home to him. He claims I resemble her so much. He even calls me by her name when we have sex, and I'm the only one he permits to penetrate my backside. It's endearing because after an hour or so, we're both drained and engage in spooning until he falls asleep, while I remain embedded within him. That's become a necessity for me to fall asleep on my own."
Mr. Northam uncrossed his legs and reclined forward, massaging his face in his palms. "Let me ensure I follow. Waking up in the morning, you immediately transition from your stepfather's penis inside your rectum to your stepbrother's penis in your mouth within a minute or so?"
Heather agreed. "Correct, this is my regular practice. I also like the way the sperm that drips down my thighs can make my stroll to the Langford's frosty, but I adore it."
Mr. Northam reminded himself that it was not his place to condemn. "Okay, so you appear to be quite thrilled, your daily sex life discloses a greater frequency than I've ever heard of. Why is it that you've come to see me?"
"Like I said," Heather stood, unfastening her buttons, "I get overly aroused at my workplace and won't have any genital contact for at least two hours. I have a dinner reservation at seven, but an interval between then and six..."
Mr. Northam looked up from his hands. As Heather moved towards him, unfastening buttons, he noticed the clock revealed 6:15.
"Are you available then?" Heather inquired, perching on his crotch, straddling him.
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