TABOO novel Chapter 30

" For a start. Why don't we talk about how you're feeling right now, Mr. Osborne." Paula said as she stared at me.

I stayed calm in my seat, back pressed against the couch as I watched her. Paula was my therapist. I've been having sessions with her for nearly two months now, and fuck me, she's gorgeous as hell. With her sexy blue 'fuck me' eyes and tempting full lips that was always painted red. I stared at her beautiful oval shaped face and down to her white dress shirt that clung to her body, giving me a perfect view of her full breasts. I imagined what her tits looked like and how they would feel against my hands. She wore black tight skirt that was pretty long. Paula had her legs crossed in front of me as she stared at me patiently.

As much as I make my therapist uncomfortable sometimes, I think she was attracted to me. The few sessions we've had these past months are mostly about her. I barely talked about myself. And why was I seeing a therapist in the first place? It's because of sex addiction. I was addicted to sex. I couldn't help myself. Some experts said wanting a lot of sex doesn't mean it's an addiction, but some people are always ready to argue, saying that wanting too much sex is an addiction. At this point, I didn't know if it's an addiction or not. But I was sure about one thing, this whole sex addiction is messing with me. It's fucking with me.

I couldn't even keep a god-damn girl. They were always complaining the only thing I cared about in the relationship was sex, more sex. I always wanted to fuck. I was once married too. My wife divorced me. She said she couldn't keep up with my constant sexual urges. According to my ex wife, she said my libido was too much. I didn't doubt her. Maybe it was. Lately, since I barely could keep a girl, I always jerked off every morning before leaving for the office, and during lunch break, I jerked off in the private restroom or my office. And then when I closed for the day and went home, I jerked off, and sometimes later, I always visited a brothel to get hammered. It was becoming a habit and that was when I talked to myself that I needed to see a therapist. I thought it was the final solution to my sex addiction. But I guess I was lying to myself.

First glance at my therapist and I wanted to fuck her. God she was sexy as hell. She was a complete sex on legs. Beautiful dark skin, brown haired, with her small portable glasses that hung on her nose. I googled her the minute we met and I discovered she was a Latina. A fucking sexy Latina. Throughout almost all our sessions, Paula always tried to get me into talking, maybe have a better communication with her. But I just talked little all the time and let her talk while I fucked her in my head.

" Mr. Osborne?" Paula called for my attention, absently pushing her glasses against her slim nose.

" When are you gonna stop addressing me by my last name and just call me Daniel?" I said to Paula.

She sighed and leaned back on her seat, with her hands crossed on her knees in front of her.

" You know that will be unprofessional of me. I can't do that Mr. Osborne. Can we start by talking about your day? What did you do today?"

" What did I do today?" I repeat her question as I stare at her.

My eyes went to her tits again as I stared too long at them.

" If you want me to help you Mr. Osborne, then you'll have to learn to talk to me." Paula said.

I smiled and nodded.

" I did a lot of things today."

" Please be honest with me." She said, opening a notepad and jotting something down.

" You don't want me to be honest, Paula." I said softly.

Paula looked up from her notepad as her gaze fell on mine.

" I want you to be honest. Please."

" Okay." I smirked at her. " I'm gonna be honest then."

" Thank you." She looked down at her notepad again and jot something down on it.

" My life isn't perfect Paula. I have problems and I'm pretty sure you know all that. It's been pretty difficult for me especially when I try to keep a woman and my relationship. It never works. I got married once. I know I didn't tell you that but it's true. We use to fuck a lot. I mean I used to want to fuck her a lot. She couldn't handle it. No one could. I'm always fucking horny, Paula, and people are making it look as if it has turned into a problem for me. I don't even know if it's a problem. I fucked my last girl hard, fast, and rough, she ran away. Didn't return my calls either…" I trailed off, whispering every word as I stared at Paula.

She was in a daze for like a minute. I wondered what's going on in her head. Paula cleared her throat and asked.

" What did you do today?"

" I signed a deal with this new investor. It was a big shot for me. And then I went online, streamed porn and then I fisted my dick, jerking off slowly as I watched these two women eat their cunts." I said softly.

Paula was speechless.

The few sessions I've had with her, I've never talked this dirty and open before. I was a difficult client. She didn't have to tell but I knew that already. But today, today was like a big blow for her.

Paula stared at me with a slightly opened mouth. Slowly, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked her bottom lip.

" I thought about you a lot too." I whispered.

She paused, bit her lip and stared at me.

" Mr. Osborne, you really have to be honest with me and stop playing games."

" I'm being honest with you Paula. And I did think about you. I thought about your fucking sexy eyes. I thought about your lips and how full your tits are and I imagined how they would feel in my palms as I kneaded them in my hands. I thought about kissing you, sucking your full lips, and I imagined you on your knees with my cock buried deep inside your mouth as I fuck your mouth. I thought about spreading your beautiful legs apart as I pushed your panties aside. I thought about sliding a finger up against your warm cunt as I feel your hotness and wetness. I thought about going on my knees in between your legs and then I buried my face in between your legs, tasting and eating you out like my fucking breakfast…"

Paula took in a deep breath as she squeezed her legs together that were already crossed. She was turned on already. Interesting.

" I thought about fucking you on this particular couch I'm sitting on, with your legs widely spread and wrapped around my waist as I pound into you. Fuck, then I'm gonna take you from behind, with your arms held behind you and your fine ass to my view. I'm gonna fuck you from behind and then I imagined you screaming my name, begging me to ruin your cunt, and have you whichever way you want." I whispered every word as I stared into Paula's blue eyes that were slightly dark and filled with lust.

Fuck she was horny and obviously thinking about everything I said. She imagined it and I think she thought about if I could really do all these things I promised her.

" You can really do all that?" She whispered.

I smirked and sat up, with my elbows on my knees. I stared into her eyes as she shifted uncomfortably on her seat.