Seeking Professional Help

Owen sat in his car, anxiously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was listening to the sound of the evening rain batter the roof of his car, trying to use the steady rhythm it made to calm the pounding in his chest. He had been sitting in this empty parking lot for almost twenty minutes, trying to psych himself up for his upcoming appointment. Owen glanced once again at the package of still sealed cigarettes on his passenger seat, using every ounce of willpower to not rip it open. When he and Olivia broke up six months ago, he had started smoking again almost instantly. They had been together for just over seven years, and when Owen had finally moved the last of his boxes out of their two bedroom condo, his next stop was the gas station for his first cigarette since he had fallen in love with Olivia. It wasn't even a painful breakup.

Well, no more than any other long term relationship. The truth is, that it was rather amicable. No infidelities, no "fuck you!" matches, just a couple quiet tears, and a single kiss on the cheek from Olivia. They had become different people, or maybe they always were. A common issue when you start dating someone in college. Owen met Olivia at 22, when he was still not much more than a dumb, horny kid. And like all stupid twenty-something kids, he followed his dick right into a relationship with someone who's only common interest was wanting to fuck each other senseless. He smiled to himself, as he couldn't help but reminisce about his ex.

While it's true they had almost nothing in common outside the bedroom, he found it hard to believe anyone could make him feel the way Olivia did almost every single night. Hell, it had been five months since they broke up, and he could still feel her nails digging into his back, her soft lips breaking away from the nape of his neck to scream an orgasm that the neighbours would surely complain about. The way her body used to clamp down on his cock when she came, almost as if refusing to let him go, pulsating around him, until he couldn't take any more, until he had no other option but to spill every last ounce of -- Owen shook his head, trying not to spiral any farther down that rabbit hole. "Fuck it, I'm already here, no point in backing out now," he thought to himself, finally steeling his nerves. He took a moment to adjust himself in his slacks, realizing just how badly he needed this appointment. He threw the pack of cigarettes into his pocket, sighed one last time, and stepped out from the comfort of his car to get this over with.

Owen made his way up to the unmarked, decrepit building, and before he could second guess his actions for the eighteenth time, he realized he was already standing in the reception area. He took in his surroundings, in awe of where he found himself. The stark contrast from the condemned looking exterior somehow managed to make him more nervous. White marble tile covered the floor of a brightly lit room, pristine paint covered every other surface, not a speck of dust in the place. Large authentic art pieces hung in various, well thought out locations. Owen's eyes locked onto one painting in particular, two generic and monotone blobs on a white background, but where the two objects connected. Where the two objects touched, explosions of deep colour cascaded outwards in abstract lines, spiraling in every direction. Owen had always hated art, probably because he was shit at it. This was the first time he ever looked at a painting, and saw a meaning within the brushstrokes. He looked closer and noticed a single white flower was etched in the middle of the left flower. He thought how strange it was to find a painting that made him feel this way, in a "massage parlour" of all places.

In the centre of the roof was a gigantic hand carved desk, made out of what he assumed was an incredibly exotic wood. A firm and questioning voice spoke to him from behind the counter, pulling Owen from his trance. "And what can we assist you with today?"

Owen panicked to pull out his phone, completely forgetting the curated response he had been instructed to give. After another 20 seconds of fumbling, he replied, "I have heard the flowers are lovely this time of year."

"Ah!" The voice softened immediately, "You must be Owen. I was starting to think you were going to sit in that fucking parking lot all night." Before Owen could begin to apologize, the voice laughed beautifully, "I'm only fucking with you, don't worry."

The woman finally stood up and walked out from behind the desk, making her way towards Owen. She was seven inches shorter than Owen's 6' 2", even while wearing her set of light blue stiletto heels. The dress, matching the heels of course, clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her figure perfectly. Owen tried so desperately to not notice the way the dress stopped just a little too high, and he could see traces of a tattoo wrapping around her toned thigh and continuing up to her hip. It seemed to be a vine of flowers. The dress continued up her slender frame, somehow managing to support her breasts perfectly and supply an amount of cleavage that left very little to the imagination. She had another similar tattoo that ran from above her right breast, and ended just below her shoulder, this one was more of a bouquet though, and it was dotted with pink and white flowers, similar to the flower he had noticed in the painting.

Owen took a deep breath. While gazing directly into the woman's piercing brown eyes, he decided honesty was the best policy in this situation. "I'm sorry, I'm a little on edge, I've never done anything like... this before."

"What?!" She laughed in that gentle, almost musical voice again, "You're telling me a guy like you isn't absolutely drowning in pussy? Wait... you're not a virgin are you? Because we don't do first times." The way the woman said pussy sent a small jolt down Owen's spine. He was a sucker for a woman with a dirty mouth, and it somehow sounded even sexier coming out of someone almost a foot shorter than him.

Owen took half a second to register that this woman was still messing with him. Not being one to lose his cool, he responded, " I'm actually just here for a massage, what kind of establishment is this?"

She chuckled and closed the distance between them, "I'm Elle," she very obviously looked Owen up and down, her gaze intentionally lingering just a little too long. "Let me bring you through to the back, and we can get you all set up. Don't worry, we will walk you through the whole process and all the rules."

Owen smirked, and decided it was his turn to try and get Elle a little flustered. "Elle, please for the love of god tell me that you're the receptionist and the masseuse."

Elle didn't pause for a moment. "Baby," she lowered her voice to more of a smokey whisper, "You have no fucking clue what you're getting yourself into." Owen felt his nerves start to fade away for the first time, praying to every god he remembered the name of, that this beautiful woman was more than just a receptionist.

Elle led Owen through another lavish looking hallway, and at the end of the hallway, she led him through the door on the left. He always assumed it would just be a small massage room, with water stained ceiling tiles, a table in the middle, and a tub of lube in the corner. Instead, he found himself in a room almost the size of his old condo, a large four post king bed situated in the center of the room, with mirrors installed on both the ceiling and one of the walls. Strewn around the rest of the room was a large couch, a couple chairs, a hammock, and yes, also a massage table. Elle's intoxicating laugh brought Owen back from his trance. " In the back corner is the bathroom, you are required to take a shower before we begin." Elle blew him a kiss and lowered her voice again to that sultry, almost primal tone, "See you soon, baby." Owen, starting to feel the nerves come back now that he was alone, made his way to the shower and got cleaned up.

A soft knock sounded on the door. Owen, wrapped in only a towel and seated on the couch, waited for Elle to return. He couldn't help but notice the faint blush on her cheeks, and that her breathing seemed to be heavier than before. Elle composed herself and approached Owen. She gracefully climbed up on the couch, and sat herself down right on Owen's lap. He couldn't believe how light she was, and his brain started going into overdrive, thinking about all the different ways he dreamed of taking her. As if thinking the same thing, Elle gave her hips a little wiggle, pressing herself into Owen's quickly growing cock. "There," Elle chirped, as she rested her small hand on Owen's chest, "Nice and comfy." Elle whined to Owen, "There's a whole boat load of rules here, but I'm so fucking horny right now ugh."

There it was again, that filthy mouth in that cute, whiney voice. He felt his dick lurch in his pants, which caused Elle to let out a little gasp. "Well, why don't you give me the CliffsNotes then, and I'll promise to be on my best behaviour?" Owen asked. Starting to finally feel more horny than nervous, he started to trace little circles around the bottom flower tattoo that wrapped up Elle's thigh. He felt her body shiver, and her nipples started to poke through the skin tight fabric of the dress.

Elle started to slowly grind herself back and forth along Owen's lap. "Fuck. Okay, well you did the advanced screening, and you paid for two hours, so you can do almost any fucking thing you want to me," Elle panted out. She stood up and quickly hiked her already high dress up above her hips, revealing a high cut, lace thong that matched her dress. She made sure Owen got a perfect view of exactly how wet she was already. With her dress still covering the upper half of her body, she climbed back on Owen, but this time rested her legs on either side so she was straddling him. Owen let out a low moan as he felt her settle back into his lap, greatly enjoying the extra sensations of this new angle. Elle began to work her hips forwards and back, "Yeahhh......" she purred out and the more direct stimulation. Elle seemed lost on her own little world.

"Uh... Elle? I'm no expert, but I think this is the part where you finish telling me about the rules," Owen managed to say, while silently begging her to continue grinding on his now fully erect dick.

"Nnnngh. Sometimes I hate the fucking rules," Elle pouted, "Two hours, sound proof room, condoms in drawer for sex, rimming is.... $50 extra..." she trailed off for a minute before continuing, "coming in my mouth $50 extra, bondage stuff $100 extra, anal $100 extra." Elle raised herself up from Owen's lap. She looked up at him for approval, and Owen gave her an eager nod. The towel was quickly undone, and Elle looked down with wide eyes, Owen's thick cock now on full display. "Fucking Christ!" She yelled out, "you're going to break me in half with that thing."

Owen wrapped his hands around her waist. Taking a little bit of control, Owen gently started lowering Elle back down until she was back on his lap. He could feel her wetness now directly on him. Owen brought his hands from her slim waist, over to her much wider hips. He gently started sliding her back and forth along his dick. "Elly, tell me the rules before I accidentally break them." Owen gave her ass a gentle smack and dug his fingertips gently into her ass. Despite her small frame, they were still a handful.

Elle's soft moaning became more anxious, frantic even. "Ffffuuucker," she squeaked out in between gasps. "Okay, okay. Just keeping fucking doing that. Other rules are personal rules. I love spanking, but I don't like any other pain. I'm not a squirter, so don't expect that. If I ask you to stop at any time, you stop, there is on site security for the real assholes who come in here. Open communication at all times between us, tell me when you like something and tell me when you don't. I'll do the same. For example, I fucking love the way your big hard dick is rubbing against my clit while you throw my tiny fucking body around on your lap."

Owen pulled one hand of her ass, and reeled back to give her a little harder of a SMACK.

"AHHH!" Elle cried out as she rested her head on Owen's firm chest. "I... also love... when you... take charge... tell me what to do," she gasped out.

Owen turned his head down and laid a kiss on the top of her head. From this angle, he realized she had streaks of blue in her dark hair. "You know what I want you to do for me Elly?" Owen asked, in a deep low voice.

Elly moaned in reply, her grinding becoming more frantic. "Mm baby what? Tell me. Tell meeee!" She was practically begging him already. Elle couldn't believe how close she was to getting off, usually she was a slow-burner, who loved the slow and dramatic build up to her climax.

Owen, seeing the signs of Elle's quickly approaching orgasm, whispered in her ear. "I want you to come for me." He gripped her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to pull Elle's head off his chest. He lunged forward, simultaneously grinding harder into her while also taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking firmly, he lightly flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub. Owen gave her ass one more firm Smack!, but this time he let his finger trail off and ever so gently glide across her sensitive asshole.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUCKKKKK," Elle screamed out. Her body began to tremble, and as her legs shook, it pushed Owen's dick harder against her clit. Owen placed his other hand on the small of her back, holding her in place, savouring the feeling of the gorgeous woman losing her mind on his lap. All he can think of is wanting to be inside her. To feel her shaking like that from the inside, her crying out in ecstasy shaking like that on his cock. After about 30 seconds, Elle finally comes back down to Earth. "Holly... sh.. Shit. What the fuck. I've never.... Come from... that before..." She pants out through laboured breaths. Tiny little aftershocks, still bouncing through her system, making her legs twitch every now and again.

Owen slowly let go of her hair, and Elle's head sunk down against his chest again. He becomes very aware of exactly how hard Elle came, as he can feel her soaked thong still pressed up against him. "I bet you say that to all your customers," Owen said softly, his hand now running through her hair.

"Hnnggghhhh," was all Elle could muster up in response. She tried to stand herself up.

"You can take a minute, Elle. Let yourself relax," Owen held her body back against his. Elle only managed to groan again in response. She stayed that way for a couple more minutes, waiting to get her energy back. Owen was content to bask in his moment of smug satisfaction at what just transpired.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Elle glanced up at him, running her hands up and down his muscular arms. Without waiting for a reply, she continued, "That was the best orgasm a client has ever given me. Most of them dont even fucking get me off, and you did it by making me dry hump you while telling me to come. Why the fuck are you in here paying for sex?"

Owen figured he might as well keep going with the whole honesty thing at this point.

"I'm single for the first time in seven years. I moved halfway across the country to be with someone, and now that I'm not with her, I guess I don't really know who I am anymore. I can't start a new relationship with someone, I"m a fucking disaster right now. And I'm bad at hookups. My last hookup turned into seven wasted years of my life. I haven't had sex in six months, and I guess I'm scared I'm going to fall back into old habits."

"... Wait, you haven't had sex in SIX MONTHS?" Elle blurted out.

"How did I know that was going to be your key takeaway from my monologue," Owen replied, only half serious.

"I'm sorry, that just sounds so crazy to me. You must be dying inside, I can't imagine going a week without sex," Elle shook her head, "You're being dumb though."

Owen laughed. "Oh? Thanks for the lovely insight."

"No, I mean, you're saying you don't know who you are anymore, but that's the best part." Elle continued on excitedly, "You get the opportunity to completely reinvent yourself. Some people don't ever get that chance."

"... Is this therapy session going to also cost me extra?" Owen asked innocently.

Elle let out another laugh. "God that laugh," Owen thought to himself again, as he feels his dick start rising back to action.

Fortunately for him, Elle seemed to feel it too. A grin spread across her face. "You know," she thought out loud, "I must be the worst escort ever. Here I am, screaming my lungs out and coming on your cock, and I haven't even gotten you off yet." Elle pushed herself up from the couch. "Dress on or off?" She asked innocently.

Owen took one look at the way the dress hugged her body and immediately replied, "On." He sat up straight and discarded the towel that was still underneath him.

"How do you want me?" Elle purred seductively. She adjusted the straps of her dress back into place, then she turned around and slowly slid her thong down, making sure to take her time and give Owen a nice full view of her back side. "You want me on my knees, worshipping you? Should I lay down on the couch so you can play with my ass?" She cupped her breast, and then proceeded to run her hand down the front of her dress. She slipped a finger inside herself, and her eyes rolled back, putting on a show, only for Owen. "Tell me how you want me baby. Do you want it hard and fast? Can I gag on it for you, can I try to put your big fucking cock in my throat?" Elle continued fingering herself, her deep brown eyes locked on Owen the whole time.

Owen's dick was so hard it hurt. There was already a thick bead of precum on the tip. Elle noticed too and licked her lips.

"I want you on your knees," Owen decided. "I want you worshipping me, I want to be covered in your spit. And I want you to use that mouth to say filthy shit to me while you do it."

Elle didn't hesitate. She dropped down on her knees and made a show of crawling over to the couch. She licked her lips again. "Babyyy, these balls are so fucking full. Can I have them?" She asked so sweetly. "You're gunna give me all that fucking cum." She gripped the base of his cock, and brought her tongue out to lick up the pre cum.

"God that's so good Elly," Owen groaned. "You are such a good little slut."

A shiver ran through Elle when she heard that. She pushed her full lips against the tip of Owen's cock, as if giving it a kiss, until she slowly parted them and started sliding down the shaft. Owen groaned again, relishing the feeling of her delicate

tongue lapping at the underside of his cock, her lips slowly sank deeper and deeper. Inch after inch, slowly disappeared inside her gorgeous mouth. Elle was about halfway down when Owen started to feel the resistance of her throat. She paused for a minute there, meanwhile her tongue kept stroking. Finally, with a look of pure arousal and determination, she started pushing herself forward again. Owen felt the most unreal sensation, as his head slowly started to make its way into Elle's throat. She looked so obscene, her mouth stretched out so wide, trying so desperately to cram every inch of him inside her. Before making it any further, Elle felt herself gag and had to pull back, gasping for air. Thick streams of drool were everything, running down Owen's balls and onto the couch, coming off of Elle's face and dripping onto her body.

Owen just moaned in bliss at the unbelievable sensations, and the look of this goddess in front of him, saliva dripping onto her gorgeous dress as she tried to regain her composure. "Noo! I'm sorry. Its so big," Elle said, in her perfect pouty voice.

"You're so perfect Elly. I can't take much more of this, it's too much." Owen managed to gasp out. Elle spit out all the saliva left in her mouth right onto Owen's dick. Owen moaned again as Elle cupped his balls in her hands and started massaging them. "You are such a good fucking girl for me. Make me come."

Elle was practically vibrating as she took him back into her mouth. She was ramming the tip of his cock right against the entrance to her throat with every push. Each time she pulled back, it made that unique "gluck" sound, and more saliva would run down her mouth. She pulled all the way off, and gripped her prized possession with both hands. Even with both hands, she still couldn't grab all of it. Using all her drool to lube her hands, she started stroking him while making out with the head. "God I'm so fucking wet, my fucking cunt is dripping on the floor. I need your cum so fucking bad. Please. I've been such a good fucking slut I deserve it. I need some hot sticky cum."

Owen felt himself quickly barrelling to his release, but then Elle found one more gear.

"I'm gunna swallow every last drop of your nasty fucking cum. I want you to come in my slutty fucking mouth. I need to taste you. I want it in my fucking tummy, you sick fuck! Can I have it? I deserve it I want it so fucking bad. I want it in all my slutty holes." Elly was bouncing in place, looking up at Owen with those big brown eyes. It wasn't just an act, she would never even dream of doing these things with other clients, but she just couldn't stop herself. She felt Owen's balls tensing up, preparing for their release. She kept going.

"I need that cum in my hot fucking mouth, I need it dripping out of my wet slutty pussy, I need it oozing out of my gaped fucking asshole. Can you do that? Can you do that for your good fucking slut?" Elle didn't even know what she was saying anymore. Still, she kept going. "I want your cum in my morning coffee. I want you to cum on the floor so I can fucking snort it and breath it in. Elle herself felt like she was about to come.

Owen belted out his own release. Elle's filthy mouth, finally too much to take as six months of frustration came barrelling to the surface. Elle vaguely heard Owen announce his arrival, and she quickly crammed him back into her mouth and up against the opening of her throat. As the first spray of come hit the back of her mouth, Elle's body started to go limp. She broke eye contact with Owen, her eyes rolled back as she started to come. Her legs started shaking as her own orgasm overtook her. A second rope of come landed firmly in her mouth. Elle started to scream, or as much as one can scream with their mouth full of cock. Elle felt her throat relax and without even giving it a thought, she lurched her head forward and slammed the cock another two inches into her throat.

Owen started to see stars. The tip of his cock was now lodged in Elle's throat, her screaming was sending shock waves throughout his whole dick, and he continued to empty his balls now directly down Elle's throat.

"WHHAAAATHEFUUCCKK," Owen screamed, but it really just came out as gibberish. As Elle took the third, fourth, and fifth spurt of come directly into her throat, she started to come back down from the high of her improbable orgasm. Now completely at her limit, she finally gagged on the massive member stretching her out, and released it from her mouth.

To both of their surprise, Owen was still not done. He growled at Elle to come closer, and Elle eagerly brought her head back and began to touch herself again. "That's my girl," Owen praised her. He took his dick in his left hand, and using his right, he cupped Elle's cheek while putting his thumb inside her mouth. She began sucking his thumb eagerly, and Owen blasted three more shots of cum across her waiting face. Elle whimpered and trembled each time she felt it land on her face.

Owen sank back into the couch, completely and utterly spent. Elle's face was somehow covered in come, even though the majority of it she had already swallowed. Owen still couldn't take his eyes off Elle, knowing that the insatiable woman who had just come from sucking his cock was probably already planning her next move. But Elle hardly even noticed Owen for the next minute. She was humming a song, using the fingers she had just been touching herself with to scoop the cum off her face and back into her mouth. After cleaning herself off, she looked at Owen, bent down to the floor, and sucked up the last couple drops of come that didn't quite make it to her face originally. Placing herself back on her knees in front of Owen, she opened her mouth wide to show him all the hard work she put in. Elle closed her mouth and proceeded to swallow the last bit of come that wasn't yet inside her. She closed her eyes and smiled, making the cutest little sounds, as if she was the lucky one in this situation.

Owen simply watched her in amazement, unable to believe that this goddess was willing to worship him like this. Elle quickly slipped out of her dress that was absolutely covered in bodily fluids. Owen couldn't help but continue to admire the woman. Her amazing hourglass figure on such a small frame, her stunning brown eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, her gorgeous hair running down to the middle of her back. He stood up and made his way towards Elle silently. Lowering himself down, he carefully removed her stiletto heel and thought about how absurd it was she was still wearing them. With the heels no longer on, Elle barely made it up to his chest. He picked her up in one swift motion, and Elle giggled at the feeling of being thrown around once again. After laying the two of them down in bed, Owen started to feel relaxed for the first time in years. A smiling Elle was curled into his side, looking up at him doe-eyed.

As Owen was drifting off to sleep, he whispered to Elle, "That was the best extra $50 I've ever spent." He fell asleep with Elle's perfect laughter ringing in his ears.

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If you are still reading this, thank you for reading my work! This is the first time I have ever written smut, and my first time writing a short story in over 20 years. I would love to hear some feedback of any kind, positive or negative. Please feel free to tell me what you loved, or what you hated. Have a second chapter typed up already, planning on posting it after I finish editing.