J. Forte: The Sex Thief

"You mean that you'd… "

"Yes," she answered before he could even ask.

"Well I'll be damned!" he exclaimed and gathered her into his arms to kiss her passionately as the girl licked the underside of his prick and held his balls gently in her soft, young hand.

It was well after dark when Marc dressed finally. He slipped into his jacket and glanced at the leather gloves lying next to the chair. He smiled inwardly as he picked them up and slapped them across his open palm. Cindy and Barbara walked him to the door and he kissed them both gently as he prepared to leave.

"You'll call me, then?" Barbara asked anxiously.

"Of course… I've got a-couple of friends who live on the beach… perhaps we can all get together next weekend if your husband's going to be out of town."

"The lesbian couple you told us about?" Cindy queried as she rubbed the front of his trousers.

"Jamie and Marty… I think you'll like them," he said, and ran his hand under the short gown the girl wore to cp the cheek of her naked ass. He kissed each of them softly and smiled as Barbara opened the door for him and stood aside as he walked out.

The night air was clear and crisp and Marc walked briskly to the Chevy parked a short distance away. His life had taken a sudden turn and it was difficult for him to believe that so much had taken place in just three short weeks since he had first seen Dr. Andrea Murtaugh. And as he thought about her, a rush of excitement coursed through his body-his appointment was for for the next day, but somehow it didn't seem necessary for him to keep it. He hadn't had a headache in over two weeks, and other things had been resolved for him too. That he didn't understand them fully was of no matter; that the old feelings were gone was enough for Marc Andrews as he started the engine of his automobile and pulled away from the curb. He drove slowly toward the parking lot where his Porsche was parked and thought about his job-even it had taken on aspects of something new as he realized he would have Lorna there with him every day-and probably Sandy, too, if he so wished. Now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep and the time to think. Only one thing remained before he put away his leather gloves and sold the Chevy… and that would be accomplished soon enough.

Felicia answered the telephone at five minutes of five; she recognized Marc's voice as he asked to speak to Dr. Murtaugh, and she put him through.

"Marc," Andrea questioned, "where are you? I've been expecting you any minute."

"Sorry I've hung you up, really… something important came up and I didn't have the chance to call earlier to cancel my appointment."

"Cancel?" she asked.

"Yes, Andrea… so much has happened I don't know where to begin. But my feelings on so many things have changed-almost overnight." He laughed lightly, "I haven't had a headache in nearly two weeks and… and so much more. I feel great, really, and I owe it all to you."

"But Marc, don't you think it's a little soon to to terminate our relationship?"

"Oh, I have no intention of doing that… it's just that something I've wanted to do for several weeks has come up and I really can't put it off."

"Well, whatever it is, you sound exuberant about it, and that's a good sign!" she told him emphatically.

"Thanks for understanding… I'll tell you all about it next Monday, okay?"

"Certainly, Marc… and let me say this-I'm happy you're feeling so well."

"So am I, Doctor… so am I."

Andrea hung up the phone and looked up to find Felicia smiling at her. "It works! It actually works, Felicia!"

"The telephone?" the younger woman asked facetiously.

"No-the technique! That was Marc Andrews, he cancelled his appointment… he was absolutely bubbling!"

She shrugged, "Psychosexual analysis… too bad you can't report it to the American Psychiatric Association."

Andrea laughed and reached out to run her hand up the back of the woman's leg. Her fingers moved from the sheer material of her stockings to her naked thigh as Felicia moved closer and she told her huskily, "It's the fastest breakthrough I've ever made with a patient and I could care less about the Association!"

Felicia spread her legs as Andrea's hand moved between them to stroke her naked pussy. She reached out and touched the woman's head and smiled. "I'm happy if you're happy," she said as Andrea's fingers touched the hair-lined lips of her cunt.

"That's what I told him… " she said wistfully, and licked her lips as Felicia lifted her short skirt.

"Make me happy. Andrea… make me happy," she said thickly as the psychoanalyst stared at her cunt, a look of lust on her face.

"I will, darling… then I'm going to go home and soak in my tub for simply hours-would you like to join me?"

Felicia moved her hips sensuously before the woman's face and shook her head lightly, "I wish I could, but I've promised my sister, Lisa, I'd take her shopping tonight-she's getting married next week, you know."

Andrea sighed heavily and nodded as she leaned forward to nuzzle the woman's pubic bush; then she kissed the pouting lips of her pussy. "Guess I'll just have to spend the evening alone,… "

"There'll be other nights, Andrea… many, many of them. Suck my pussy for me… make me come," she said, and pulled the woman's face into her crotch as she hunched her hips forward. "Yessss… Oh, God, yes, Andrea… lick my clit!"

And as she did, Andrea Murtaugh thought again about the rapid break-through with Marc Andrews and she wondered idly what it was that had made him sound so excitedly happy-and what had happened that would take precedence over his appointment.

Marc walked leisurely around the plush apartment as he sipped the mellow wine. It was fast getting dark and he knew the person he waited for would not be long in coming-and as he paced, his excitement grew, for this would be his last encounter by force. He had decided that the night before, lying alone and relaxed in his bed. The last rape, he thought absently and took another swallow of the wine. He glanced at the clock on the far wall and as the hands nearly six, he heard a key in the door. He set the glass and walked rapidly to the apartment's entrance foyer and stood in the darkness beside the door. As it opened, he saw a slender hand reach for the light switch, to throw it.

"Oh, damn!" Andrea Murtaugh cursed when the foyer lights failed to come on. She stepped in to the darkened apartment and closed the door to lock it and sighed heavily just before a gloved hand closed about her mouth and another took hold of her arm.

"Don't resist, Andrea… you won't be harmed," a soft voice told her, It was somehow familiar, yet she couldn't place it. She felt her hands tied expertly behind her back, and then something was slipped over her eyes to cut off her vision.

"Wh… what do you want?" she asked in a fearful tone.

Marc cupped her full breasts as he pressed his body against hers. He moved his hips sensuously and rubbed his swollen prick against her soft ass cheeks and said lowly, "I just want to repay you… for everything."

Andrea shuddered as she felt her assailant's cock pressing against her ass, and a chill went through her body as she felt gloved hands raise her skirt and take hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. She gasped as a gloved finger entered her cunt and stroked her gently, and she wondered: Repay me for what?