"It's going to hurt?" Steven's head snapped up to look at me.

"A bit. The more foreplay and lube used, the less it'll hurt. It will feel uncomfortable until you get used to it." I reassured him.

"Have you done it?" he asked.

My least favorite question. While I would help with just about any situation my clients had, I didn't like including my personal experiences and preferences.

Smiling, I gave a one-shoulder shrug. "I don't like to share my personal stuff. Sorry." I had experienced being fucked by a woman and a man and it was pleasurable both times, but it was completely none of their business. "Just know that any time you want to stop, just say the word. Talk it out with your wife. Breathe through any discomfort. I am here to make sure everything goes smoothly so be as free and open as you can. And you can be as vocal as you'd like, it won't bother me."

"Yes, of course doc." Steven nodded rapidly.

I stepped back from the bed and let them get started kissing and fondling. Although my eyes never left the bed, my mind wandered to Alix and what it would be like to get my dick in her. I wondered if she'd ever had it up the ass or if she'd let me show her the ways of that if she hadn't.

Moaning from the couple in front of me snapped me out of my musings. Both looked to be ready to move to the fun part. They had even removed Steven’s briefs while I was lost in thought. Quietly pulling on rubber gloves as protection, I stepped up next to the bed with a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“You ready?” I quietly asked, leaning my hip against the bed to get their attention.

“Yes, God, yes,” Julie mewled as she rutted the rubber penis against her husband’s dark pink, dripping one.

They had already gotten themselves situated with Julie on top of Steven so I popped open the top of the container. “Let’s get you all lubed up, Julie.”

She sat back on her haunches and thrust the penis at me. I held the bottle clear of the appendage and let a few drops fall on it. When she continued to stare at me, expecting me to do more, I shook my head and dripped a bit more on it.

“You smooth it in. Get it ready for Steven,” I told her. As she took her penis in hand and stroked it, I looked to Steven. “Spread your thighs as far as you comfortably can.”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, but did as I asked. I let a few drops of the lube drip down the path between his balls and puckered hole. Before I could say anything else, Julie was there, rubbing it in and slowly pressing the tip of one of her fingers past the squeezing muscle.

“I know how to do this part. He likes it when I play with his ass. Don’t you baby?” She confidently slid her finger in farther and farther before picking up a slow rhythm of press and slide.

“Excellent. Now gently add another finger. Keep the same rhythm.” I told her. Slowly I talked her through adding another finger then changing her fingers out for the slicked-up dildo attached to her hips. Her large hips and rounded belly made it hard for her to get the angle right for the dildo though, which is what I had suspected was going to happen. Steven wasn’t in any better position to help, so I reached forward and helped her line up with his tight rosette until she managed to get the head to enter him.

As soon as I could, I got my hand out from between their bodies and stepped back from the bed. They didn’t need much guidance from that point so I removed my gloves and stood back to wait until they finished. It was rare that I had to “help” in that manner, and for that I was thankful. While I didn’t mind watching and instructing, I didn’t find pleasure in being an assistant to another like that. It made the dominant side of me want to come out and take over the situation when it wasn’t my place.

I did have to help one final time when I instructed Julie to jerk her husband off while she was thrusting into his ass. Once she did that, they were both spent minutes later. After making sure the dildo was safely extracted and there wasn’t any bleeding from Steven that I could see, I left the satiated couple to enjoy their afterglow.

Chapter 9

Alix

It seemed like every second lasted minutes as the days passed, but finally it was Wednesday and I would be seeing Master J again. To say I was looking forward to it was an understatement of epic proportions. Besides, I hadn't seen John — yes, I finally had his name — since the incredibly awkward run in on Monday when I'd been with Jennifer.

She had cornered me so we could compare notes about the party. It had taken a lot not to tell her that I'd been back for a one-on-one session, but I knew she'd never leave me alone if I let that tasty little tidbit get out. I had mistakenly said that I was anxious to get home so that I could text someone. She wouldn't let me go until I'd finally admitted it was a man whom I'd had a date with the night before. She'd been in the process of trying to pry more details out of me when we'd stumbled upon John in the hallway outside of my event.

He hadn't uttered one word, but his eyes spoke volumes and his body was just as potent up-close. He'd practically ignored Jennifer until she started trying to get her greedy little claws into him. Jealousy had sparked within me at that; then again, I'd never really said a word to the man so he wasn't even close to being mine and I had no grounds for the feeling.

She'd stood in the hallway after I rushed away in an embarrassed mess. I think she tried to embarrass me on purpose, and really the last person in the world I wanted her to be telling about my so-called date was the man I frequently dreamed about. Although ever since Saturday night with Master J, my dreams had been split between that nameless, faceless man and the sexy man I'd been watching for months.

It was my turn to try to pry information out of Jennifer. I wanted to know everything she knew about John. I'd about fainted when she'd said his name. She had known his name all along and I'd finally learned it. I had a name to call out as my orgasm rushed over me at night in bed, in my shower in the morning or in the afternoon during my lunch break.

My addiction was getting out of control, I knew it. Every day I was sucked further into it's grip no matter how much I tried to fight it. I was tempted to get back online and try to talk to someone there, but I'd been too busy to make time to tear open the closet filled with skeletons. I vowed that on my next day off I would make the time. I'd set everything aside and talk to someone even if it made me uncomfortable. However, that wasn't always so easy, seeing as I was a salaried employee for the hotel. I often worked after-hours at events or I'd have to come back hours later for a function. A full day off was rare. When I did actually get one, I had so much stuff left to do that I'd barely stop all day trying to get caught up.

When my normal office hours were over, I all too happily gathered my purse and threw a wave to Jennifer before quickly making my way to my car. I didn't have time to mess around. Speeding a bit, I rushed to get home so I could shower, do my hair, shave, and dress in clean stockings, garter belt and another pair of my favorite lacy panty-bra sets. Standing in just my undergarments, I stared down my closet. I didn't have much in there that fell under “sexy” but I wanted to look good for Master J — not that he would see me fully dressed. Thankfully I had a slight addiction to fancy panties and sexy underthings. I suppose that only fed my sex addiction, but I wanted to feel pretty even if I was the only one who would see them.

Finally, I selected a button-up blouse and a knee-length skirt. That was another thing that I needed to make time for. Shopping for sexier, non-work clothes. Slipping on my four-inch heels, I grabbed my purse and sent a quick text to Master J letting him know I was coming to him.