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It was embarrassing to say the very least. Attuma, nearing 30 years old and still hadn't been able to take things further than a sloppy hand job when it came to his sexual activities.
He wasn't incompetent, far from it actually. He knew what it was. He knew how to use what he was given. He just had no desire to. The only reason he ever made use of what was in his pants was to stop his jeering friends who seemed to never be satisfied with making fun of his 'situation'.
Once that very incomparable experience was over, he vomited in the nearest bathroom and drove home to wash himself of the filth.
Sex was never something he truly desired. Attuma saw it as a chore almost. A chore that would simply never get done.
That was until he met Okoye, his therapist. He started seeing her as an outlet for the many things that took up the space in his head. She would always sit pretty in that yellow rocking chair, a form fitting dress, and a pair of glasses on the tip of her nose.
She smelled of vanilla and her voice was like silk, drawing him in with all sorts of articulate words. Her nails always done in rhinestones and glitter and he wanted her to drag the tips along his skin, leaving him scarred and pleading for more.
Ever since Attuma started seeing Okoye, he wanted sex more than ever.
She had to be good at it, he was sure. She was a woman who knew what she needed and wanted, Attuma doubted that her sexuality was any different.
"Attuma, how's your sex life?"
The question made his ears ring as his head whipped up in a swift manner, his eyes blown wide as his mouth stammered for words. "I- I don't-"
Now how was he supposed to tell the woman he desired so deeply that a sex life was non existent. That it was just an idea for him.
"It's not- um..Why do you ask?"
Okoye's brows furrowed as she rolled her shoulders back. "We were just talking about your overall health, yes? Do you remember?"
Attuma gasped, nodded his head with much eagerness as he recalled the mess of words she spoke while he got lost in how pretty her lips looked with the sheen and glimmer of gloss over them.
"Yes..I do."
"Well, having a good sex life is part of your overall health. Everyone needs some sort of release once in a while, right?" It was like she was fully doing it on purpose, making him crave her. "So how's your sex life? Active?"
"Hardly." Attuma's pout was unmissed. Just a little pucker in his lips and a scowl in his eyes. It made him look...cute.
"So it's been a while?" Okoye tilted her head as she thought of how to write some notes for the next session.
"No..I've just never..done..it. Sex..It hasn't happened for me yet."
"Oh." Frankly, she didn't believe such a thing. That a man with such charisma and looks as Attuma was a virgin. "Well, that's not a bad thing at all."
"...Thanks."
"Do you desire it? Sex?" Okoye couldn't help but cross her legs, clenching her thighs together as she wondered just how innocent was he when it came to sex. The things she could teach him were endless.
"Not until recently." He shrugged those broad shoulders of his, lowering his head in some shame at the topic as his face flushed pink. "Haven't really been looking forward to it until maybe a few months ago."
Suddenly, her throat ran dry. No way was he talking about her. Okoye didn't think the idea was too far fetched, as delusional as she seemed to be. They had started meeting about three months ago and since, he seemed to be in some sort of state she couldn't quite get him to open up about.
That was until now, as he spoke of his desire for this person, it became clear that he was most resembling a man with needs very unmet.
"....I can't seem to control it..It's all I think about. But I can't do it."
"Why not?" Okoye pressed, breaking Attuma from his rant.
"It's...weird. The woman I want, I don't think she feels the same. I don't want to embarrass myself by asking her to fuck me-" His words were cut by the abrupt slam of her clipboard to the floor and the clatter of her pen to the table.
“Attuma?”
“Yes..” He whispered as her eyes bore into his soul.
“Who is this woman?”
“I- I just-“
“Tell me who she is, Attuma. I can’t help you if I do not know.” Okoye rose from her seat, taking her glasses off and letting them sit at the table.
“It’s embarrassing!” He shuddered, watching as she sauntered to him.
“You are embarrassed of me?”
“Never! Never..I want you so bad. I just don’t know how.”
Okoye’s lips turned up in a smile, soft and sweet, very contrasting to the force at which she kicked her heels off. “Do you want me now?”
“Always.”
She wasted no time in mounting his lap, tugging up her dress so her damp panties could rub against his growing erection.
His hands trembled as he braced them against the cushions of the couch.
“‘m sorry.” He mumbled, his chest heaving as she raked her fingers through his hair, fixing it so it draped and framed his face perfectly.
“Don’t be sorry, honey. Mama’s gonna teach you some things. You just have to be willing to learn.”
Attuma nodded, wildly, eagerly as his hips thrusted shallowly for some friction against her cunt. “I want to learn.”
“Good. Now keep your hips still.”
“It hurts..”
“You will get relief soon enough. For now, kiss me.”
Okoye cupped his cheeks in her cold hands, lightly scratching at his stubble with her nails as she pressed her lips to his.
It took him a moment to react, when he did he was rough, rushed and her grip on his chin had to draw him back before she lost her mind.
“No rushing.” She slapped his cheek lightly. “You’ll get nothing from rushing. Take your time. Enjoy it, Attuma. I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a small whimper as his lips parted again, her grip on his face too strong and her gaze too intimidating to go against her wishes.
Carefully, she kissed him again, his parted lips giving way for her tongue to delve into his mouth with a moan.
His own tongue chased hers, tangling and trembling as he followed her movements, indulging in the sensuality as his dick began to throb against the rough fabric confining it.
His knuckles flashed white as he gripped hard on the couch, Okoye tasting all the whines and moans that left his mouth.
Her gloss smudged against his lips in a sloppy trace as she pulled away. He chased her with a groan and a thrust of his hips.
“Slow…Attuma. Your patience runs thin. You must enjoy it.”
“I’m trying. It hurts..I need it!”
“Mm what do you need, honey? Talk to me.” Okoye rut her hips against the bulge in his crotch causing his mouth to fall open and a strained moan to leave his throat.
“I-I need you so bad. Please? I’ll slow down..be good.”
“Gonna be good? Huh?” Okoye chuckled as his desperation grew. “Alright.” She climbed off of his lap, plopping her self on the couch next to him. “Take your clothes off. All of them.”
Attuma tripped over his own feet trying to stand and fumble with the buttons of his shirt. His frustration eventually got the best of him and he ripped the damn thing apart, buttons went flying and clattered to the floor as he shrugged the shirt off.
His belt was next as he unbuckled it and pulled it free with a grunt.
“Slower..” Okoye demanded from the couch once she pulled her dress over her head and folded it to the arm of the chair.
With a huff, Attuma used his shaky hands to undo his pants, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping out of them.
His cock sprung free, bobbing against his abdomen firm and hard. He resisted the urge to put an end to his ache, clenching his fists at his side as Okoye stared.
“Is it..” Attuma started to feel self conscious under her stare. The last time someone besides himself had even gotten a glimpse at it was in college with the half satisfactory hand job and that was under the darkness of the night with the cover of his car.
So he wasn’t quite sure if he was truly good enough.
“Okoye? Say something please.”
“You are more than enough Attuma.” She chuckled. “Why I think I’m looking forward to being your first time. Come sit.”
Hesitantly, he sunk into the couch again as Okoye stripped of her bra and panties, folding them up on her dress before she straddled his waist again.
“Are you ready?”
“Hm…I think so.” He murmured. “Are you?”
“More than I ever have been.”
One hand went to his base and the other to his cheek as she latched to his lips and lined him to her entrance, sinking down on the intrusion with a moan.
Attuma flinched hard, tossing his head back and gripping her hips with a force that could snap her bones.
“Okay..okay. Shhh.” She stroked his cheek as she continued to impale herself until she was flush against his pelvis. “It’s okay.”
“Mmm! No! I can’t! Okoye!” His eyes screwed shut as he continued to squeeze her hips with bruising strength.
Both of her hands cupped his cheeks, bring his forehead to meet her own to ground him. “You’re okay Attuma. I’m just gonna sit for a minute okay? You tell me when you’re ready.”
“Fuuuck! I think I’m gonna cum!” He felt the pressure build in his belly at an alarming pace, the clench of her pussy not helping at all.
“No. You won’t. You’ll be good remember?” Okoye brushed his hair back, stroking his cheek with the lightest touch as small gasps escaped his lips
“Mhmm. Oh!”
“Shhh. It’s alright. Mama’s taking care of you, right?”
“Mhm.” Attuma grunted as his chest heaved, his orgasm slowly retreating. “Oh my…fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Yeah?” She chuckled. “Still gonna cum?”
“N-no. It’s gone.”
“Good. Good boy. Now, I’m gonna take my time and I want you to do the same. No rushing, understand?”
“Yes. No rushing.”
“Quick learner.” Okoye lifted her hips, dragging her walls against his cock before sinking back down to meet his pelvis.
She repeated his slowly until Attuma started to meet the slow pace, thrusting his hips in tandem with when she sunk down. “Good Attuma.”
She muttered praises against his skin as his shallow thrusts hit her spot effortlessly.
“There it is.” She groaned, dropped her head to his neck.
“What is?!” Attuma’s hips stuttered as she had stopped lifting her hips. “Okoye?”
“It’s my spot! Attuma don’t stop!”
“Fuck! What does…that mean?” He began to drill into her, a soft clapping sound filling the office as he continued to hit that spongy spot inside of her walls.
“Means I’m gonna cum..Ooh! Faster! Now you can go faster.”
“O-okay..” Attuma repositioned his hands, gripping up the globes of her ass cheeks and holding them up so he could have some room to thrust.
“Oh!” He growled, setting his pace quick and precise. “Shit! Okoye! Fuck, it’s back!”
“Let it go!” She gasped as she hit her peak with a whine and her nails dragging down his arms. “Attuma!” She shivered as she came only supplying him with more slick to reach his own state of ecstasy.
“Ooh! K-ko! Okoye, fuck!” He growled, throwing his head back with a booming thud against the wall as he filled her up to the brim with cum, so much it started to leak.
Chests heaving against each other, sweat mixing between their skin. Okoye couldn’t find much strength to dismount him and Attuma was sure worn out.
“Next time..” Okoye started. “We will try your hand at oral..your mouth I should say.”
“Huh?”