Sabrina’s Sex Surrogate

Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area. The
lovely young woman kept fidgeting with her long auburn
hair and smoothing her pale blue sundress. She’d been
building up the courage to make this appointment, now
she had to keep focused on the reason she was here.

The 27-year-old wife wanted to be a better lover. Even
before her marriage five years ago, Sabrina realized she
was inexperienced sexually. She loved her husband
dearly and wanted desperately to please him, and
herself, in bed. But her puritanical upbringing and
somewhat sheltered social life had left her almost naive
about sex.

The problem was variety and experimentation. She had
been raised with the idea that making love simply meant
intercourse in the missionary position. Of course, now
she had been married long enough to know that there were
other “flavors” to sample in the bedroom’s candy store,
but she just could not let go of her inhibitions enough
to enjoy them.

Her husband was patient and never tried to pressure her
with demands and she appreciated that. Finally,
however, Sabrina’s frustration made her seek
professional help. That decision brought her to this
moment where she sat waiting anxiously to meet with a
highly recommended and well-respected sex therapist.

At last Dr. Burrows came out to meet her. Sabrina
jumped slightly when he breezed into the room extending
his large hand.

“Hi, you must be Sabrina. I’m Dr. Burrows. Sorry if I
kept you waiting too long.” The handsome man was smooth
and confident as he took her hand and held it, almost
caressing it lightly for a lingering moment.

“Hi, yes … I’m Sabrina,” she answered with a small
voice. “Thank you for seeing me.” He was a very good-
looking man, she noticed, and his calm, easy manner
helped settle some of the butterflies soaring in her
stomach.

Finally releasing her delicate hand, the smiling doctor
gestured toward his open door. “Please come in and
let’s visit.”

Soft music drifted through the pleasant room and scented
candles flickered here and there as they settled in the
office. Dr. Burrows directed Sabrina to sit on a large
leather couch arranged so she was required to place her
legs straight out in front of her. She crossed her
ankles and smoothed out her short dress modestly, while
he took a seat in a comfortable chair facing her.

“All right,” he began, “let’s talk about why you are
here, Sabrina. I assume you know what we do at the
clinic, and therefore you feel you need some help with a
problem you’re having in your marriage, a sexual
problem?”

The young wife cleared her throat, suddenly quite timid
again about discussing such things with a stranger.

“Well, yes. I mean, that is why I’m here. I guess the
main thing is I just can’t seem to relax and let go when
we are, you know, having sex. I want to try new things
and be more active when we make love, but I just keep
having these, I don’t know . . .guilty feelings? I’m
not really sure if that’s what it is, but I just get so
up tight and frustrated.” She felt her cheeks blushing
with embarrassment as she looked toward him shyly for
his reaction.

“I see,” Dr. Burrows said, smiling warmly still. “Well,
the good news, Sabrina, is that this is quite common.
In fact it’s something we specialize in here at the
clinic. Your reservations and inhibitions are likely
being caused by something in your background or
childhood. What I can do is work through an interview
process with you to help uncover some of these sources
of repression, then perhaps we can start you on some
special therapy to help you overcome the problems.”

Sabrina had been thinking about this very idea since she
made the appointment, and she felt another little shiver
as she asked the question that had constantly been on
her mind: “What kind of therapy are we talking about,
Dr. Burrows?”

The doctor’s eyes lit up even brighter as he leaned
forward and tried to reassure the obviously hesitant
young woman by touching her slightly trembling hand.

Not for the first time he marveled at her incredible
beauty, and he felt an intense stirring deep within his
groin. He decided he needed to proceed carefully.

“As you know, I am a licensed sex therapist. That means
I have a great deal of education and experience in
treating the exact kinds of problems you are talking
about. My treatments include a wide variety of methods
depending upon the specific need. In some cases we work
with a couple to suggest new techniques or practices
they can try at home with our supervision. In other
cases, we work with the individuals directly – here in
the office – in what we call ‘sexual surrogate’
encounters. These sessions allow what you might call
‘hands-on’ therapy where we demonstrate how to develop
and apply proven sexual techniques.” He paused for a
moment letting her process this, as he noticed her face
and slender neck begin to flush red again.

“So … you’re talking about actually having sex with
someone, here in the office?” she finally asked meekly.
“Who … who would that be with?” she stammered.

Perhaps she’s not so naive, he thought before he
answered. “Well, of course that depends on you. It’s
determined by how fast you want to proceed, what your
needs are; and, of course, who is available on staff at
the time of your appointments. Sometimes I administer
the treatments myself … other times one of my very
qualified assistants will work with you. But we can get
started right now if you like …”

Sabrina’s mind was cluttered with all kinds of vivid and
illicit thoughts. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying
to focus her suddenly clouded eyes on the handsome man.

“Well, I could begin by asking you some questions now;
then, if we still have some time, perhaps we could work
on a few things. Or, if you prefer … we could go
more slowly, give you some time to think about this and
come back when you’re ready.”

“No, let’s start now,” Sabrina heard herself say. She
waited a long time to get up the nerve to do this, now
she wanted to go through with it.

“Fine,” the doctor agreed. “Let me just dim some of
these lights to make things a little more comfortable
and we will get started.” He busied himself adjusting
some of the indirect lighting in the room until it was
fairly dark with only the flickering candles casting a
soft glow in the area where they were seated. Then he
flipped another switch in a stereo in a cabinet and the
soothing sound of waves gently crashing on a beach
mingled and rose above the music.

When he was seated again in front or her he said softly,
“Close your eyes, Sabrina. I’m going to ask you a few
questions, and I want you to be absolutely truthful with
your answers. Do you understand?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, shifting around slightly
on the couch until she was completely comfortable and
relaxed.

“You said you feel inhibited sexually, that you are
afraid to let go.

You do enjoy making love, don’t you?”

“Yes, sometimes …” she replied.

“When do you enjoy sex most?”

“I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried
about anything,” she admitted.

“What kinds of things do you worry about during sex,
Sabrina? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?”

“No, well … sometimes, maybe,” she said, as the
butterflies took flight again in her belly and she
unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch.

“You do have orgasms, don’t you?”

“Yes …” she said softly.

“Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with
your husband, or when you masturbate?”

Sabrina couldn’t help opening her eyes slightly and
glancing at him. “Um, probably when I masturbate …”
she whispered, feeling ashamed.

“Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong? “Did
someone tell you that sex is dirty-especially oral sex?”

“Yes, my parents. People at church,” she admitted.
“Can you have multiple orgasms?”

“I guess. I mean, I think so,” she answered, as if the
question caught her off guard.

“Good. Close your eyes again,” the doctor said softly
as he carefully shifted over and sat next to her on the
couch. “Now, you mentioned that you would like to try
new things when you are having sex. What kind of things
would you like to try if you felt more comfortable?”

She vaguely realized that he was now sitting close to
her, but she tried to focus on the question. After a
moment she answered, “I guess just things my husband
wants to do. You know, other things besides just having
him on top, and … oh, I don’t know!” she admitted
with frustration.

Reaching out and taking her soft, trembling hand to
comfort her, the doctor shifted closer and whispered,
“I’m going to suggest some other things that you could
do when you make love. You tell me honestly if it’s
something you want to try. All right?”

She bit her lip and nodded slightly, keenly aware that
he was almost on top of her.

Dr. Burrows leaned down so his mouth was close to her
ear. Silky little hairs tickled his nose as he
whispered softly, “Would you like to feel a warm tongue
on your vagina, moving all around while you lay back and
simply enjoy the feeling?”

“I … I guess,” she barely whispered, her heart
starting to pound in her chest.

“Would you like to have your swollen little clitoris
licked and kissed until you shudder with pleasure?”

Sabrina closed her eyes tighter, she was starting to
feel racing hot tingles all over. “Yes…”
“Would you like to make love somewhere different …
somewhere besides a bed … somewhere exciting and
maybe risky? Would you like to be taken from behind,
like an animal, in this strange place?”

“Yes!” she almost whimpered.

The doctor pressed a button and the couch began to
recline with a quiet electric buzz. Leaning even closer
he said, “Now I want you to concentrate on the sound of
the waves you hear. Listen only to the waves. Hear
them crashing against the shore, again and again. Don’t
think about anything else except the rhythm of the waves
rising and falling, lifting and crashing against the
shore.”

His fingers gingerly caught the hem of her little
sundress and slowly raised the thin cloth away from her
thighs, still tightly pressed together. Carefully he
moved the dress up and away from her tan, shapely legs.
“Keep listening to the waves,” he whispered
hypnotically. “Concentrate on just the waves. We are
going to begin the therapy now. I understand what you
need and I am going to help you. But you must do
everything I say. And you must understand that no one
will ever know about anything that happens in this room.
Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she answered, barely making a sound. She could
feel her dress lifting up and laying back gently over
her stomach. Sabrina fought the urge to reach up and
push it back down. She kept trying to concentrate on
the sound of the waves as he had suggested, but the warm
little prickly feeling spreading all over her body was
making it difficult.

The good doctor was gazing down in rapt appreciation at
the bright white and very skimpy panties barely covering
her puffy mound. Leaning close again he said, “I’m
going to show you how wonderful sex can really be,
Sabrina. I am going to show you how it feels to have
your sensitive clitoris kissed and to have a long tongue
slide up and down your wet slit. You want to feel this,
don’t you?”

“Uhhh, huhhh…” she moaned, feeling his fingers
lightly grazing the tender softness of her inner thigh
and inching closer to the crotch of her panties.

“You do want it, don’t you. You want to feel what it’s
like to let yourself go completely; to feel yourself
free of inhibitions. You want to have multiple
orgasms,” he continued as his hand moved up to the
waistband of the scant garment. Pressing his fingers
down and in, he soon touched the little wisps of hair
and could feel the moist, hot treasure right below. “It
feels so good to be free and untied; to be naked and
open,” he whispered soothingly, as he shifted around,
hooking his fingers at the top of her panties, sliding
and rolling them down and off her slender, smooth hips.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Sabrina? Don’t you like to be
free and naked? Feel how your warm, wet vagina is
uncovered and open; ready to be touched and kissed. You
want that, don’t you, Sabrina. You want to be kissed
and licked and touched down there. Wouldn’t it feel
wonderful?” he murmured, lowering his mouth down to the
little triangle tuft of dark hair. “To have the lips of
your sex touched and caressed by someone’s mouth …
like this.”

Sabrina felt his hot breath first and then an electric
jolt surged through her every fiber as his lips made
contact with her drenched opening. She could barely
breath; her mouth and her legs fell open and she groaned
softly, feeling him nibble and tease at her most
sensitive area. Somewhere in the distance she heard the
waves crashing, but the sound was no match for the
thundering beat of her heart echoing in hear ears.

The doctor’s strong, but gentle hands slid under her
thighs and pressed them apart. Then the pointed tip of
his tongue lashed out and danced up and down her slick
groove. Her body shuddered and her veins flooded with
intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for
attention and she prayed his tongue would find it soon.

He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper
to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her gasp
with approval above him, the doctor spread her
glistening vaginal lips open with his fingers while he
lapped at her furiously, letting her luscious taste wash
over his palate.

Sabrina gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch.
Her aroused body was already stirring with the first
tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her,
almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the
little button at the center of her sex throbbing and
pulsing, aching for his touch. Finally he gave into her
need and swiped his probing tongue directly over the
pearl. Skyrockets went off in her head and her entire
body went rigid against him.

Dr. Burrows was also enduring carnal rushes of desire.
His big cock was fighting for room in his pants and
needed release. While one hand continued to hold the
writhing woman pinned down and spread open, his other
hand deftly removed his shoes and socks and opened his
pants and shirt. Pushing his trousers down and slipping
his legs out, he then tugged his boxers down and stepped
out of them to finally give his painful erection
wonderful freedom.

She felt him moving around and then settling, but all
she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure
radiating out from between her legs. Another great
shudder rocked her small frame as he intensified his
tongue movements on her clit once more. He reached for
and found one of her delicate hands and held it;
interlacing their fingers, they squeezed and caressed
each other, sharing another contact point of passion.

Then he gently guided her hand over until her fingers
touched him; first she could feel his wiry hair, then
the solid column of flesh brushing against her knuckles
and then her palm. His hand left hers just as his
mouth and tongue began the final assault to bring her
over the edge.

Reflexively she gripped her fingers around him tightly.
Somewhere in her foggy mind she knew she held a large
cock in her hand; it felt warm and rock hard, throbbing
and twitching slightly against her soft palm. Her
instincts told her to pump the velvety flesh, so she did
. . . gliding her fingers up and down and feeling the
ridges and contours of the veiny shaft.

His breathing was ragged and his stomach tensed as she
jacked the turgid flesh of his cock. He continued to
lap between her legs hungrily. One long finger found
her soggy opening and pressed deep inside, causing her
churning hips to jerk off the cushion. Her hand
tightened around his swelling shaft, and the fingers of
her other hand tangled in his hair and pressed his head
urgently against her squirming mound. Suddenly she
cried out, jerking almost completely up off the couch
until only the top of her head and her curled toes
remained in place. Her tortured pussy seemed to explode
around his mouth with contraction after contraction
sending deep waves of rapture flowing throughout her
shaking body.

Gradually Sabrina floated back to earth. She crumbled
onto the couch, physically exhausted by her climax, but
her excited flesh still tingled and her mind whirled
with sexual contentment.

Slowly the doctor stopped tonguing her and raised his
head. His eyes were glazed with arousal, and he smiled
with satisfaction when he noticed her tiny hand still
stroking him. Her grip was not as tight and the tempo
was easing, but he could see that she was receptive to
suggestion and ready for the second phase of therapy.

While she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, Dr.
Burrows took hold of her dress bunched around her waist
and tugged at it until she leaned forward and allowed
him to pull it over her head and off. He grinned when
he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, the perfectly rounded
globes bounced and jiggled when they were released from
the confines of the fabric. Little pink nipples stood
up proud and erect, begging for attention.

Temporarily drained, Sabrina was only vaguely aware that
she was being undressed and that someone was lying down
with her on the couch. The doctor snaked his arm around
her and gently pulled her soft flesh against his. She
scooted back against him, feeling safe and warm in his
strong embrace. Abruptly she realized where she was and
whom she was with, however, and her body tensed.

“Relax, easy …” he breathed in her ear. “Listen to
the waves, focus on the waves.”

She glanced down at his big arm around her waist,
holding her tight; his hand just inches away from her
damp, rust-colored nest. Though he was not doing
anything to cause her fear, she did have a fleeting
thought that there was no way she could escape if he did
not want her to. Sabrina’s breath caught and she felt a
strong shudder that she couldn’t quite attach an emotion
to. She didn’t know whether she was thrilled or
frightened.

His big hands began to caress her firm belly and she
stiffened with trepidation again. “Shhhh…just let
yourself go, Sabrina. That’s what you want, remember?
You want to be rid of your fears and inhibitions. I’m
going to help you,” he whispered, trying to encourage
her.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on anything
but his hands and fingers gliding over her silky skin.
Then she remembered that, only a few moments ago, this
man enraptured her. He took her to the very brink of
ecstasy for one of the very few times in her life.

Perhaps if she simply relaxed and did what he said, he
really could help her be the lover she truly wanted to
be. With that in mind, she resolved to give herself
over to the doctor, to let him rekindle the fire that
sill smoldered within her.

Dr. Burrows’ fingertip dipped down and into her tight
passage. “Feel the buttery liquid flowing so freely.
Feel the heat building up inside you,” he urged.

Sabrina’s mind was hazy. She nodded slightly as she
listened to him whispering instruction to her, but she
was also aware that those tingling sensations were
coming back. As he fingered her lazily, she became
aware of his very erect cock pressing against her
bottom. Her little clit started its throbbing dance
while her thoughts centered on the immense size and
girth of the stiff tube poised behind her. Almost
involuntarily, her small body shifted back against him.

The doctor was still whispering and directing her.
“Notice and cherish every sensation you feel from your
lover,” he continued, as his fingers traced along the
lips of her labia. He teased her with long, slow
strokes down the length of her furrow, coating his
fingertips with her gleaming juices.

A soft, low moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered
shut as trembled with mounting desire. Both she and the
doctor could feel the last of her defenses drifting and
melting away with his knowing touch.

“Feel how your vagina provides sweet lubrication,
letting you know when you are ready for sex,” he
instructed. His thick fingers churned in her honey pot,
causing her to gasp and grind her soft buttocks back
against his hardness. He listened to her pant and
whimper as he touched and prodded her pink folds,
knowing she was getting close to going off again. He
purposely avoided contact with her neglected clit,
challenging himself to make her come without the easy
trigger.

Sabrina’s heart pounded and she fought to drag deep
breaths into her scalding lungs. The overheated young
wife was dizzy and she could feel strong contractions
beginning to build up from her very core. The doctor
shifted lower on the couch, but she did not notice. His
cock moved down past the cheeks of her perfect bottom
and brushed against the back of her smooth thigh. The
blunt, helmet-shaped head pressed insistently against
her juncture, and her weary legs moved apart.

While one hand continued to stroke and finger her, his
other hand reached down and grasped his straining cock.
“You are probably needing some kind of release from the
intense sensations you are feeling now, correct?” he
asked, as he positioned his big pole at her entrance.

She nodded her head dumbly; there was a rushing sound in
her ears and she felt almost feverish. Behind her, the
doctor flicked his hips forward and pressed the blunt
head between her swollen lips. Sabrina groaned and
pushed back against him to hasten his entry. All
pretense of therapy was gone now for her. All she
desired was to be filled completely and to find the
sweet release of her climax.

But the doctor was not quite ready to give into her.
“Feel how partial entry only brings partial relief,” he
commented. Then he pushed only the tip of his thick
shaft into her. Pausing there, he listened to her give
a little whimper. His fingers continued to tease
against her slippery lips, but he still avoided her
clit. Gradually he began to move the head of his cock
around her opening a little without pushing any farther
inside. The poor young woman tried to grind back
against him unsuccessfully, and she bit her lower lip
softly in frustration. “Notice how gradual entry
changes your direct response,” he said calmly.

Sabrina moaned and waited for him to push up into her,
but he did not move for a moment. At last he started to
slide slowly into her. She held her breath as his
thick, round shaft eased forward inch by inch. Her
strong inner muscles gripped around him tightly, almost
pulling his rod up into her steamy tunnel.

One of his hands reached up and massaged her breast.
She could feel the soft, quivering flesh getting wet
with her own juices. Arching her back, she crushed her
tit against his fingers as they rolled and tweaked her
turgid nipple. Her climax continued to build up as he
pushed his cock deeper inside, and she wiggled her taut,
round bottom back against his flat abdomen.

Finally he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt in
her clutching wetness. “Now that you have experienced
the satisfaction of full entry, we can explore the
opposite sensation of total emptiness,” he said, as he
started to pull his length back away from her.

Her eyes flew open when she realized what he was
planning. Afraid he was going to take his wonderful
cock out of her again, she cried out helplessly, “No,
please!” She tried to grip him tighter inside to keep
him in place.

Smiling to himself, the doctor simply shrugged. “All
right, we can always examine the effects of friction and
motion, then,” he chuckled, immediately pushing back
deep inside her in one motion, then he pulled back
partially and slammed back again. Sabrina threw her
head back against his shoulder as the waves of her
orgasm continued to crescendo within her. She shook and
trembled when he began to thrust in and out with long
smooth strokes.

“Of course one of the advantages of this position of
intercourse is the ease of access to the clitoris,” he
mentioned casually, and his fingers at long last pushed
down and found the fleshy hood of her throbbing little
bud. Grasping the sensitive nub between his thumb and
forefinger, he gently rolled it back and forth, around
and around, until she could stand it no longer.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened
wide but no sound came out. Blinding light flashed in
her head and her petite body convulsed in a series or
orgasms, each stronger than the last. She clutched and
grabbed desperately at the cushion beneath her, and
every sleek muscle seemed to strain and freeze up.

Dr. Burrows let her ride through intensity of her
explosion until she gradually began to calm down. “Ah
…I see you are multi-orgasmic,” he observed. “Very
good. Well, let’s see what other variations on the them
we can explore.”

While she fought to catch her breath and regain her
senses, the doctor sat forward, gently pushing and
causing her to rise up on her knees as he rose up to
his. Groggy and dazed, she fell forward and dropped her
weight onto her forearms. Now on all fours in front of
him, she gripped the leather cushion with her weary
fingers and planted her knees into it. Her hands were
at the end of the couch and her cute little ass was
raised high against him.

Kneeling behind her, the doctor began to quicken the
pace of his strokes, driving solidly and deep each time.
A soft sheen of sweat covered both bodies as they rocked
together in unison. The moisture caused Sabrina’s hands
to become slippery and one particularly vicious thrust
suddenly forced her off the front of the couch.

Gasping, her eyes snapped open and she clawed out with a
rush of adrenaline to break her short fall. Her fingers
twisted into the soft carpet and planted there.

Watching and realizing she had recovered from the slip,
Dr. Burrows resumed his assault on her frayed senses.
His fingers kept up the sadistic little game of tweaking
her hypersensitive clitoris, while his hips pounded
again and again with increasing speed and power against
her rippling buttocks. Each savage thrust plowed his
impressive cock deep into her tunnel, pushing the hot
meat up against her cervix.

Her head dropped down and her long, silky hair fanned
out across the floor. Sabrina’s swaying breasts and
burning nipples scraped and slid across the leather
cushion. Each time Burrows twisted her secret button
she would respond by grinding her ass back against him.
Another in a long string of crashing orgasm was quickly
building and ready to consume her.

The doctor was rapidly approaching his own release.
Grunting and sweating, the big man strained at his
pleasurable work. His hard buttocks flexed and hollowed
as her hammered away, feeling their slick flesh slap
together faster and faster. His bloated balls swung
heavy between his legs, ready to spray his molten seed
in her furthest depths. He waited until her constant
cries rose to the level that he knew could only mean she
was having another wild orgasm. Then, while her pussy
pulsed and twitched around his pistoning shaft, he
groaned out one last comment to her: “And this is what
we call a shared climax,” he hissed through clenched
teeth.

Her eyes flew open and Sabrina tried to scream out in
ecstasy when she felt him grip her hips firmly and slam
into her one last time. But there was no sound from her
parched throat. White-hot fluid rocketed into her with
a powerful blast that triggered yet another numbing
orgasm. Her body fully spent, she collapsed and fell
away from him, sliding completely onto the floor. His
cock reluctantly slipped from her slit with an obscene,
wet smacking sound . . .his come seeped from her
opening.

Dr. Burrows fell forward too, exhausted. He eased
himself down onto the floor with the beautiful woman he
had just taken; she was still gasping for breath and
trembling from the ordeal. The doctor lay down against
her naked body, spoon-fashion, and stroked her soft skin
tenderly.

When she could finally speak, Sabrina rasped, “That was
amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” he whispered. “You are a
wonderful patient. So, do you approve of my sexual
surrogate techniques?”

She turned her head back slightly and gazed at him.

“You are almost as good at being a sex surrogate as you
are at being my husband,” she giggled softly. “I can
hardly wait for our next session.”

“Me too,” he chuckled. “But remember, next time you
promised we’d do my cheerleader fantasy!”