Before the Weather Breaks
Copyright© 2019 by Kellyfred
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - Introducing Miss Valdez, the protagonist of the Breaking series. This story was written in response to requests from readers for background detail. I hope it meets that need. Miss Valdez is a children's mental health counsellor, but finds she has certain troubling desires she must either explore or suppress. The chapters are very short, ~1000 words. Also be aware that the first three chapters, while explicit, are more scene setting than sexy. The steam cranks up from chapter 4.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
Monday comes around, I do my work on autopilot, helping the anorexics with strategies to break out of negative cycles of thinking, talking to the boy about his conflicting feelings, how he loves his dad even though he hurt his mom and part of him hates his mom for what she did. Then the rape survivor. Not the tall coffee-colored beauty of my imagination but a short, round girl, very pale skinned and with a haunted look in her eyes, even now months after the fact. Her straightened bangs shade her eyes as she stares at the blank wall, deep brown eyes rimmed with tears as her hollow voice recounts how, her parents out of town for the weekend, she was left in the care of her uncle. The dose of GHB left her mind mercifully blank of the events that followed, but she remembers finding the bruises on her inner thighs, the blood coming away on the tissue every time she wiped, the ache of joints and muscles forced into unnatural positions. When the infection set in her parents took her to the doctor and the truth was revealed. My empathy and professionalism beat back my sordid interest, but I hang on her every word, imagining her big tits jiggling and swaying underneath her as her generous ass gets torn open and she squeals like a stuck pig. I fight for space in my head, lifting my notepad to conceal my nipples poking out through my shirt. Forcing my lust back down I help my client as best I can, talking around her feelings of shame and her issues managing her emotions. I can assist her in putting things back together but it’s going to be a while. A lot longer if I keep imagining her getting brutally raped and getting aroused.
I write up my notes, quietly masturbating myself to an orgasm to take the edge off, biting my lip as I bring myself over, suppressing my cry into a small grunt and some heavy gasps as my clit pops little bubbles of pleasure into my system. When I return home I imagine Sophie and Beatrice again, the voluptuous and the toned. Really there can be only one choice. The gorgeous freckled redhead beauty, darling Beaty, innocent as they come. I look at the forecast. The weather is due to break Wednesday night. I think I will go out for a run that evening.