Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Throughout the afternoon sessions - thankfully only two remained after Emily Harris, - the image of the girl lingered. He could still vividly envisage her model features, the manner in which her perky young breasts strained the fabric of her shirt, her luscious blonde hair, smile, youth. and, oh god, that ass. The perfect, tight buttocks that flexed under the thin fabric of her uniform, and which his gaze never left until the office door had closed behind her. When it had, Dr McHugh no longer attempted to stop the physical reaction Emily's presence elicited, but embraced it. With the teenager out of sight, he could, without guilt, push aside the memories of her anguished voice, and tear-filled eyes, and allow himself to fantasise. The Doctor moaned softly when he closed his eyes and gripped his erection, however, was swiftly forced to pull his hand away, and, with forced composure, respond to the buzz of the intercom that signaled the arrival of his next patient. Send him through. Although McHugh's erection had abated by the time he'd completed the final afternoon session, a level of mental arousal remained, and he rushed into the house, hoping to gain a few minutes in his study alone in the company of TeenSweethearts.com. That intent was scuppered when he noticed Beth on the sofa, eliciting a sense of disappointment and brief flare of anger. Not that he didn't love his wife, disliked her company, or that they weren't good for each other. They were, and she suited him perfectly supportive, and career-orientated, just as he was. Without Beth, Ellis wouldn't have been able to achieve what he had, and the family connections he'd married into, had also granted him the societal status he'd always craved. However, after so many years, the marriage felt routine and stale, and Beth had never been the most adventurous sexually to begin with, which Ellis became more resentful of as time passed. Their love life now down to nothing more exciting than perfunctory once-a-week missionary in bed, it was no wonder he found jacking off to websites more gratifying than making love to his life partner. What man wouldn't when you could witness eager teenagers more than willing to take it up the ass, or listen to them cheerfully encourage a man on to coat her face with his load. To his wife, Ellis wouldn't dare suggest either, and imagine the scene if he arrived home with a school-girl uniform for her to model for his benefit. Dinner will be served in five minutes, Mr McHugh. Amid the throbbing of his cock telling him that it wasn't fair the he should have to wait for sexual release until his spouse had retired for the night, Ellis jumped at the sound of Yvette's voice, and swiveled his head. You can leave now, we'll serve ourselves. But, Mr McHugh. Leave. Ellis's stern tone caused the woman's cheerful expression to fade, before she meekly acquiesced with a nod, and turned on her heels. He didn't witness the latter, and barely heard the door close a moment later, for he'd locked his attention on Beth, Approaching his wife, she somehow appeared younger than usual, more attractive, alluring. Like when they'd first met. Hey baby. Ellis un-knotted his tie as he dropped into the seat next to Beth, and threw an arm over her shoulder. Tedious. A bunch of privileged assholes suffering first world afflictions a mother addicted to sleeping pills, and a paranoid schizophrenic, hearing the voice of God instructing him to peep into the next door neighbours window. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. No mention of his teenage client. McHugh smiled, and his palm drifted from Beth's shoulder to cup her breast, whilst he simultaneously leaned in to press his lips to her neck, and kissed up to her ear. He was married, he was an adult, he was my teacher. But, he pulled my shirt over my head, and kissed his way down my neck, and shoulders. Nibbling her lobe, Ellis slipped his fingers under her top, and glided his touch upwards. I've sent the maid home, so it's just us. Why don't we forget about work, about dinner. Soon hefting one of his wife's tits in his palm, Then my bra was off and his lips were on my nipples , McHugh pinched the nipple through fabric, then reached around her back to locate the metal clasp of Beth's bra. Fumbling to undo it, he continued to issue bites and nibbles to his wife's neck, and caught her eye. He just fucked me into the cushions, pumping in and out in and out. No words, just moans and sighs. One moment, he was cumming inside me, and the next he was letting me use his shower. Because I'm in the mood to screw your brains out, right here, right now, on this sofa. If Beth possessed any doubt about that, all she'd need do was glance at her husband's crotch, for, as Emily Harris' words reverberated in his thoughts, the good Doctor's raging hard-on threatened to burst the seams of his pants.