Innovative Counseling

(This story is based on real life incidents that happened over twenty years ago. Back then, computers and the Internet were new to India, and the job market for software engineers and programmers was exploding. This story predates cell phones and even email that almost everyone has now).

Zara! I turned startled, my heart racing.

That unforgettable fragrance of Zara wasn’t a figment of my imagination. I couldn’t believe my luck that, after losing all direction and hope she was right here!!! After losing my virginity to her, I had lost Zara’s phone number when she moved and had been heartbroken for a while. I had lost all interest in life, and had been merely drifting through life.

I looked around for her frantically, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Zara!” I shouted, hoping she would hear me and come forward.

“Hussshhhh”, said the lady at the reception desk raising a finger to her lips and glaring at me.

It was my first day at the computer institute and I was waiting to be told where my class was. It’s never easy to get over the person you lose your virginity to. I could not focus on studies, or sports. With every passing day, my parents had become increasingly worried. Hoping that it might spark my interest and act as a distraction, dad had enrolled me for a course in this institute.

What were the chances that the woman I thought I had lost forever would be right here waiting for me to show up? Was it a hallucination? It couldn’t be.

“Can I help you?”, someone said from behind me. There was that unmistakable fragrance of Zara again. I turned to face a complete stranger. Confused, I blinked.

“I am sorry,” I said looking down, still confused. Zara had to be here. I could never forget the heavenly fragrance of the woman who had helped me take the very first steps in the gloriously beautiful world of sex.

“What’s the matter?” she said, walking around the desk she was standing behind and up to me. It couldn’t be! She was wearing the exact same perfume that Zara used to wear. No wonder I had thought Zara was here. My heart was crushed.

“Nothing,” I said, still staring at the floor by my feet, “I am sorry, I thought I recognized someone.”

“My name’s Sana,” she said, extending a business card my way, “I am one of the counsellors here. You are obviously a new student. If you ever need any help, do contact. It’s my job to help students. All the best with your classes.” With that, she turned and headed back to her desk.

Sana was the daughter of an aristocratic family that had distant links to the Tippu Sultan dynasty. Over generations, bad decisions and bad luck had almost brought the family on the streets. Under different circumstances — even though she was a psychology major — the idea of Sana working would have been unthinkable, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Sana must have been in her late-20s when I joined the institute. I learned later that her nikaah (wedding) had happened two years ago to Mehboob, a young entrepreneur who had just started his construction business. When his first apartment complex was a success, threats and extortion from local gangs had driven him to drinking and frequent panic attacks. The profits from the first project soon disappeared. The second project was also languishing because of Mehboob’s fears.

The situation had impacted their marital life too. Tensions resulted in arguments.

Some arguments turned into fights and off-late, her loving and caring husband had found a release in forcing himself on Sana against her will, and even sodomising her.

Maybe because he wasn’t man enough to face the circumstances, he took to taking it out on Sana sexually. Her pain and humiliation seemed to give release to his frustrations.

With debts mounting and desperation getting out of hand, Sana had taken up the job of a student counsellor at the institute.

She never let her domestic situation affect her work.

Always warm and genuinely caring, Sana always had a smile on her face and went out of the way to make sure students were cared for and didn’t face any difficulties.

I had no interest in software development. If it wasn’t for my dad, I might not even have joined a computer course. In fact, I had no interest in anything anymore.

Maybe because she sensed I was on the brink of depression, Sana took a special interest in me.

Maybe because her perfume reminded me of Zara, I sort of related to her and poured my heart out.

She just listened with genuine empathy and no judgment.

Unlike most people, she didn’t ask me to get over Zara or move on.

She understood the pain of lost love and was happy to just listen and be there. That was probably what I needed at that time.

The problem was Sana reminded me so much of Zara. Truth be told, the two women were very different. Zara was petit while Sana was full-bodied. Zara was effervescent while Sana was calm. But there were similarities too. Both wore a Hijab and the exact same perfume. Both had a genuinely warm and caring nature. Both were beautiful and incredibly sexy. Teenage hormones were at work too and I invariably had a raging boner whenever I was around Sana. I ached to fuck her. My teenage mind somehow believed that fucking her would help me get over my heartbreak and move on.

I thought I was doing a good job of hiding my erection around Sana, covering it with my bag, but Sana called me out about it during one of our counselling sessions.

She wasn’t judgmental about it, nor did she sound offended in any way. It was just a matter of fact observation. I had no choice but to tell her how she reminded me of Zara about their similarities and how being around her turned me on sexually. She didn’t judge me for it and seemed to genuinely understand. Not sure if she actually felt flattered at the effect she had on me sexually.

The conflicted emotional wreck that I was, my grades didn’t improve. I was dropped from the college cricket team, and I wasn’t making any progress at the computer institute either.

Exams at the computer institute were just two days away. I had already flunked the mid-term exams at college. I was trying to focus on studies but my mind was conflicted between Sana and Zara, when an email arrived.

(Editorial comment: everyone today seems to have an email ID, but back in those days, emails were neither free not commonplace, but everyone at the institute had been shown how to create and use emails — yes, those were the days).

“Maybe this is what you need” read the subject line. The email was from Sana.

I clicked on the email and my jaw dropped. She had attached a topless picture of herself to the email.

I had an instant erection.

“Pass the exams, and I will let you touch and kiss them — if you want to.” was the message below the email. “But don’t forget I am a married woman. All I offer is for you to kiss them, nothing more. Interested?”

Who wouldn’t be interested in kissing those? I had to masturbate before I could even begin to think.

Finally, having relieved myself, I got back online and replied Sana’s email.

“Challenge accepted!”

I had no idea how I was going to focus on studies after a treat like that. I had no idea how I was going to pass my exams either. But I knew I had to.

I was a robot during the exams. I don’t remember what I answered or how.

When I walked out of the exam hall two hours later, I was pretty sure I had flunked and blown away my chance with Sana.

And then, I cursed myself for having let Sana down.

I knew how much of an emotional and moral conflict it would have been for Sana to make me that offer.

It would have taken a lot of courage for her to not only to take and send me a topless picture, but also to offer someone other than her husband to actually see her topless, touch and kiss her naked breasts. To let her down after that was worse than me letting myself down.

Disgusted at myself, I headed home.

The results would be out after the weekend and I spent half the weekend mad at myself and the remaining half, staring and masturbating to Sana’s topless picture.

Results day…

“Vijay,” I heard Sana call out my name from behind me, as I entered the institute and headed to check the exam results. “Care to step in here?” She added when I turned.

She stood there watching me while I walked up to her. Then she turned and led the way through a passage. Opening the last office down the passage, she stood aside and gestured with her hand for me to enter.

I knew I was in for a scolding. I knew she was going to tell me how disappointed she was in me. Crestfallen, I dragged myself past her and into the office and collapsed in one of the chairs, my head hanging in shame.

Closing the door behind her, she locked it and stepped towards me.

“I know you just got in and haven’t seen the results yet,” she said, placing an envelope on the table between us. “I wanted you to see them in private first.” she added.

I was trembling and just sat there, staring at the envelope, too scared to move.

“Go ahead, open it.” she added, pushing the envelope close to me.

With trembling hands, I reached for it. I was too scared to look at her as I opened the envelope and pulled the results out.

“Congratulations!” she said as I stared at the results. I hadn’t realized she had moved around the table, next to me, till she placed a hand on my shoulder.

When I looked up, I was staring at two of the most beautiful breasts — soft, creamy, and blemish less.

They were perfectly shaped with hard erect nipples proudly facing me.

“You can enjoy your reward,” she said shyly. I had passed!!! I couldn’t believe it.

Turning in my chair to face her, I caressed one breast and then the other. Sana closed her eyes as I circled her areolas and touched her hard nipples. Pulling her closer, I pecked one nipple, and then the other.

She pushed my hands and stepped back when I tried to kiss the first tit again.

“I told you, all you get is to kiss and touch.”

“Yes, but you didn’t say just one kiss, and you didn’t say kiss only for the nipples, and you didn’t say only a close mouthed kiss.”

Throwing her head back, Sana laughed.

Somehow, the tense, embarrassed and shy moment had passed. Whatever inhibitions Sana had, a simple statement like that had cast aside.

“Fair enough, smart guy” she said, stepping forward. Running her hands through my hair, she grabbed my head and pulled me into her breasts. “Have fun. But no hickies or I will get in trouble at home” she added.

“Thank you,” I said, “you are so beautiful.” I had a raging boner as I watched Sana blush and go deep red in the face.

I hungrily kissed, licked and sucked both tits and kissed every inch of her gorgeous breasts. While I was kissing and sucking one, I was caressing and squeezing her other breast, pinching the free tit.

She let me enjoy her boobs for close to ten minutes. All along, her breathing was getting shallower and shallower as her body was getting turned on.

“Enough,” she eventually said, a little breathless, pulling my head back from her breasts, “I better stop while I still can.”

“But there was more than your breasts in the picture,” I protested.

“What?” she sounded confused.

In reply, I stood up from the chair, grabbed her neck and kissed her lips. Startled, she pulled back at first, before smiling, as she realized what I meant, “Oh, you mean my lips?”

“No,” I replied, “I meant every inch that was visible in the picture.”

When I kissed her lips again, she was ready with an open mouth, welcoming my tongue in her mouth. I pulled her into me and kissed her passionately. Our tongues fought hungrily for close to five minutes before we broke the kiss. Both of us were gasping for breath.

“Wow! Sana,” I said and proceeded to kiss her all over her face, from forehead to eyes, to nose, to cheeks. I nibbled on both ears before kissing her neck and shoulders.

I kissed and sucked on both her breasts, my hunger and passion even more intense than before. When I pulled her to me and started grinding my boner against her, Sana pushed back.

Pulling my head up, she smiled into my eyes and kissed me hard and deep.

“Please stop,” she finally said breaking the kiss. “I kept my promise. Now you need to respect my limits.” Her breath was ragged and she was clearly aroused.

“Does the offer still hold for the next exam?” I asked as she started covering her breasts and adjusting her clothes.

“Maybe,” she giggled.

“And what if I more than pass? What if I get a 1st Class?”

“What do you have in mind,” she said fastening the last couple buttons of her top, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing.

“How about letting me kiss every inch of the rest of you?”

“No, I can’t?”

“What makes you think I can get a 1st class?”

“Ha ha ha… true enough.”

“So, how about the impossible challenge?”

“Challenge accepted.” she said after an unsure and scared moment.

Three months later…

I had a firm grip on her hip, her legs over my shoulders as she squirmed, moaned and thrust her hips feeding me her pussy.

My face buried between her legs, I had been devouring her incredible and dripping wet pussy for the past fifteen minutes, taking turns sliding my tongue in and out of her hole and sucking on her swollen clit.

“Maaaaaa…..” she groaned, one hand over her mouth trying to muffle her cries, when her orgasm hit.

She shook violently. Her free hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her as her pussy erupted, filling my mouth with her juices.

I drank her nectar right out of her and continued eating her right through the orgasm.

Over the next hour, I ate her through four more violently squirting orgasms, drinking her honey fountains right out of her pussy, before she finally begged me to stop.

It was three months since I had kissed Sana and her boobs. I don’t know how I did it, but I had passed the next exams in fist class. Excited, I had headed to her office where she gave me a warning look. “After office closes, not now,” she whispered as she passed me.

I had returned to the institute about ten minutes after office closing time. The office was deserted with only Sana sitting at the reception desk. She had locked the main door and led me to the conference room.

“As a married woman, this is not easy for me, you understand?” she asked coming up to me. I nodded.

“Please respect my limits and be gentle,” she said, guilt and fear in her eyes.

Whatever reservations and fears she had melted away when we kissed. Her hunger and passion matched mine as our tongues fought each other.

While continuing to kiss her, I caressed her body — pressing her boobs, squeezing her ass, sliding my hand up and down her legs and rubbing her pussy over her dress.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes, I started undressing her. I kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin as I took off her top, followed by her bra. After devouring both her boobs for close to ten minutes, I had continued kissing and licking her down her bely. I undid her shalwar pants while probing her navel with my tongue.

Her panties already had a growing damp spot on them, telling me how aroused she was.

I caressed the inside of her naked thighs while kissing her lower and lower down her belly.

I pulled her panties down, exposing her shaved pussy.

You are gorgeous Sana,” I said, caressing her shaved mound with my fingers.

I kissed her all over her mound and licked her up and down her opening a few times.

Sana was unconsciously moving her hips, thrusting her pussy towards my mouth, her eyes closed and moaning with pleasure as I kissed her nakedness.

“Enjoying your reward?” She groaned.

“I am just getting started,” I said, taking her pussy lips in my mouth and sucking on them.

Sana lay completely naked on the conference room table. I stepped back to drink in her naked beauty and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“No,” she stopped me, “Just kissing remember? If you get naked, I don’t trust myself to stop with kissing.”

“Ok…” I said, “but no limits on how long I can kiss you right?” I added winking.

With that, I spread her legs and buried my face between them. I had enjoyed every inch of Sana’s naked beauty and devoured her through nakedness.

“Oh maaaaaa” she screamed as her body shook and she erupted, squirting in my mouth during her first orgasm. I couldn’t help cumming in my pants as I devoured her delicious juices hungrily.

I had kissed her long and deep, letting her taste her own orgasm on my tongue.

As she tried to reach for her discarded clothes, I stopped her.

“Not yet,” I said.

“You had your reward, didn’t you?” she asked, her breathing ragged as she was still recovering from her orgasm.

“Yes, but there weren’t any limits on how long I could enjoy my reward, remember,” I said spreading her legs again and burying my face in her pussy.

I ate her through four more orgasms drinking her juices every time she came before finally giving in to her begging me to stop an hour later.

As she reached for her clothes, I headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess in my pants.

By the time I returned, Sana had put on her clothes.

We kissed and I caressed her body over her clothes for a while before she finally broke the kiss, smiling shyly and we parted ways, going back to our respective homes.

I learned much later that, even before their relationship went downhill, her husband’s idea of sex was kissing her for a few minutes and sucking on her tits before turning her on her hands and knees and fucking her doggy-style for 3-5 minutes till he came.

The next day when I reached the institute, Sana was at her desk. She smiled at me, blushing at the memory of the previous day.

Walking up to her desk I whispered, “I hope the challenge stands for the next exam too?”

“If it helps you do well in your studies, then yes.” she whispered back shyly.

“Can you help me with a situation?” I said pointing towards one of the meeting rooms.

“Sure,” she said, getting off her chair and leading me to the meeting room.

As I sat on the chair, she closed the door behind her and stood leaning against it, one eyebrow raised at me in question.

“I was wondering,” I said, “What if I top the class?”

“What if you do?” she asked, smiling shyly.

“Will you let me go all the way?”

“No way!” she said, “I am married.”

“But it’s hard for me you know? You have no idea how much my balls were hurting last time. I had to relieve myself four times thinking about you before I could go to sleep.”

That made her blush a deep red, “I understand and I am sorry. I also appreciate that you didn’t take advantage of the situation, but you can’t fuck me.”

“You know you want it as much as I do Sana.”

“It’s not right.”

“I have seen you completely naked. My mouth, tongue and hands have explored every inch of you. Was that not wrong? You let me eat your pussy through five orgasms and I have drank your squirts right from your pussy. Was that morally right?” I said, “Come on, don’t lie, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did, I won’t lie” she confessed blushing and going red in the face, ” and you are the only man besides my husband to have even seen me naked. Unlike you, my husband doesn’t like to go down on me. Eating my cum is out of the question. You are the first man to have given me that pleasure and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.”

“And you know you want more,” I added, “Besides, I have to top the class for it, Sana. Not much chance of that happening.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe what?” I asked, “no chance of me topping, or maybe all the way?”

“Maybe both,” she giggled nervously.

After the next semester exams…

She slipped me a piece of paper, as she was leaving the institute. She completely avoided eye contact, her head bent down as she walked past me.

I had just stepped into the gate. She must have been watching from the window of her office because by the time I reached the stairs, she was coming down them.

I watched her go out the gate and turn left without a backward glance.

I opened the note she had slipped in my hand.

“Congratulations! AGAIN!” it said, followed by an address and 3:00 pm. I couldn’t believe that I had actually topped the class. Today was going to be my lucky day. I wondered if I should buy a few condoms, but decided against it. I would deal with that if she insisted.

“Is this your place?” I asked as Sana opened the door when I showed up at the address at 3:00 pm sharp.

“No, my sister’s.” She is out of town attending a relative’s nikaah and left the keys with me to water her plants and feed the fish in the aquarium.

“Perfect timing,” I said stepping into the house and tossing my backpack on the couch.

“You have no idea,” she said laughing, “she was supposed to leaved at 2 pm. That’s why I said 3 pm in my note. But the taxi guy canceled and it took a while getting a new taxi. She left for the airport just 5 minutes ago.”

She closed the door and followed me into the living room.

“So… coffee, tea or me?” she asked, taking her hijaab off, a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

“You,” I said grabbing her wrist and pulling her on to the couch. We were both hungry and were kissing passionately in no time.

She started unbuttoning my shirt and that was my cue to start undressing her. We were naked by the time she led us to one of the bedrooms.

Pushing me on the bed, she got on top and sat on my face.

Grinding her hips, she guided my mouth as I started enjoying her pussy.

She was already soaking wet and I ate her hungrily.

At times I slid my tongue in and out of her hole, at other times, I licked, sucked and gently bit her clit.

It didn’t take long for her to go over the edge and have her first orgasm.

Once her orgasm passed, Sana turned around and bent forward, taking my rock hard shaft in her mouth.

I continued eating her while she sucked and stroked my pole.

Neither of us lasted long.

I came in her mouth within three minutes and she was rocked by her second orgasm of the day just as my climax ended.

After she had sucked the last drop of cum from my cock, she rolled over and lay next to me.

“Happy with your ‘all the way’ reward?” she asked.

“That’s just the beginning Sana,” I said, rolling over on top of her. Her legs automatically spread and my limp cock was pressed against her pussy.

Kissing her, I started moving my hips, grinding myself against her pussy. “That was just warm up. All the way means all – the – way.” I said.

“Aren’t you done already?”

“Not even close. This is really what I have dreamt of since the day you sent me that first email.”

“But what about my marriage?”

“What about it?” I asked, “you were married when you sent me that picture. I know you wanted this that day too.”

“Did I?”

“Yes you did. You just wanted me to earn it.”

“And earn it you did,” she said kissing me, her hips starting to move with my rhythm.

“Alright then,” she said when she broke the kiss, her legs wrapping around my hip, pulling my into her, “I will let you go all-the-way. But I hate condoms.”

“Lucky you, I don’t have any.” I said.

“Lucky me,” she said giggling as I kissed her again, “but don’t cum inside me ok?”.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I just kissed her again for a few minutes before licking and sucking every inch of her gorgeous naked body.

Finally, when I reached between her legs, I took her pussy in my mouth again.

I devoured and finger-fucked her for close to an hour, giving her four earth-shattering orgasms.

She squirted like a fountain during her fourth and I drank her up as much as I could right out of her pussy.

“WOW!” she said gasping for breath once her orgasm passed. “You did that last time too. Do you seriously not find it disgusting? I always thought men found a woman’s juices disgusting.” she said.

“Are you kidding me?” I said, wiping her cum off my face.

“No but seriously, you like it?”

“Heck no… I love it. You keep doing that all day, and I could devour you all day, and here is proof,” I said getting on my knees and letting her see my raging erection.

Before she could have second thoughts about morality, I shoved my hardness all the way inside her and immediately started plowing her hard.

She was sopping wet, and yet, her pussy wrapped around my shaft like a tailored glove.

Having already cum once, I knew it would be a while before I was ready to go again and was determined to make Sana cum at least once while I was fucking her.

Over the next thirty minutes, she came two more times, the first time she erupted, squirting violently around my shaft.

When she came, I pulled out and drank her juices from the source, before resuming the fucking. The realization that I enjoyed eating her and loved the taste of her juices seemed to turn her on even more.

When she came the second time, I was close to my own climax and badely managed to hold on till her orgasm passed.

“Cum in me,” she groaned, grabbing my his as I was about to pull out of her, “don’t pull out.”

“You sure Sana?”

“Just cum in me before I change my mind,” she moaned.

I pounded her for another minute before I stiffened, thrust myself all the way inside her and exploded, shooting my load deep inside her.

“Wow! Zara taught you well tiger.” Sana groaned as I collapsed next to her.

“She did,” I replied, “but let’s not talk about her. Today wasn’t about her, today was all you.”

“You are incredible.” she she said, turning over and kissing me.

Her hand reached out and started caressing my limp cock.

I reached behind her and started caressing her ass cheeks, sliding a finger between her ass crack and probing her hole.

“No, Sana, you are incredible.” I replied when we broke the kiss.

“Ok then, we are both incredible,” she said still panting and laughing.

“…with each other.” I concluded.

Maybe aroused by my finger now inside her butt hole, she started stroking my cock more urgently.

“By the way, when is your sister expected back?”

“Sunday night.”

“That means we have more than two days to be incredible.”

Sana laughed, “But please don’t ask to fuck my ass.” she said. “Ever since his business started going down, all my husband wants to do is fuck my ass. And he takes it brutally and angrily. I don’t want any memory of that till Sunday at least.

“No problem,” I said, “as long as you promise to feed me from your pussy and take me in your pussy, I am a happy camper.”

We kissed and caressed each other some more, our sweaty naked bodies wrapped around each other.

“You weren’t as clever as you thought after the last two exams you know.” she said as my cock started moving steadily in and out of her.

“How so?”

“Nobody said you could have your reward only on the day of the results. You could have claimed it any number of times.”

“Ah,” I said slapping my forehead, “how dumb of me…so since I missed out on taking my reward between exams, I can we go all the way till the next exam.”

“After what you just did, I am hoping that you want to,” she said shyly.

Just the thought of fucking Sana everyday had me hard again.

This time the fire was burning hotter than before, and I fucked her hard and deep, drilling her pussy like a piston and emptying myself in her pussy for the second time that day after nearly half an hour of hardcore pounding.

During that time, she came two more times around my shaft.

Exhausted, we both dozed off after I was spent. I woke up to the smells of delicious food.

I made my way to the kitchen without bothering to put on any clothes. Sana had clearly taken a shower. Her hair was wet and she just had a towel wrapped around her body. I went hard instantly.

I kissed her and stripped her towel off, “why cover beauty?” I said, winking at her.

She was pleasantly surprised to see my erection, “you will make the food burn.” she said as I lifted one of her legs in my hand and entered her.

“Who cares?” I said, “I have all that I want to enjoy right here.”

We fucked in the kitchen for twenty minutes before both of us came at the same time.

After her pussy had sucked the last drop of cum from my shaft, I pulled out.

As we headed for the dining table, I had an idea. Instead of eating our food ourselves, I suggested we feed each other — from our mouths. That meant even more hungry kissing through dinner.

I was hard again by the time we were done eating. When she started clearing the dining table, I stopped her. Leaving the dishes right there, I carried her to the bedroom and fucked her throughout the night.

I emptied myself in her pussy three more times and had lost count of the number of squirting orgasms I ate out of her pussy before we fell asleep.

We stayed naked throughout the weekend. I wouldn’t let her put on even panties.

All of Saturday was spent fucking with breaks for bathroom and food and so was Saturday night.

Sunday was no different. Neither could I have enough of her body, her cum or her pussy, nor could she have enough of my cock in her mouth, hands or pussy.

By the time we reluctantly stopped on Sunday afternoon, we had fucked in every imaginable position, in every room, and on almost every piece of furniture.

Neither had a count of the number of times we came.

Knowing her sister would be returning soon I helped Sana clean up messes.

She had a couple loads of laundry remaining when I started getting ready to leave.

“You better top every exam from now on,” Sana said kissing me as I left — and I did.

But more importantly, I claimed the unending rewards her body offered me, almost everyday after the institute closed.

Most days, it would be either quickies or an hour or two of intense passionate fucking.

But when her husband went out of town for work — that happened every other week for a couple days at least — we would fuck through the day and night all over her house.

She would feed me orgasm after delicious squirting orgasm and I would deposit load after load of my cum inside my sexy counsellor’s hungry pussy.

THE END

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