Chapter 4: Praxis 2
Dr. Scott Harris stood concealed in a dark alleyway across from the bus stop where Jenny usually waited. Everyday sights and sounds swirled around him - the revving of a taxi's engine, the cacophony of horns, and the aroma of fried food emanating from nearby food stands.
He watched Jenny hunched on the bench, thoroughly engrossed in her phone. Her blond hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulder, and her plump, inviting lips glistened with gloss as they curved into a subtle smile.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath, drawing attention to the generous cleavage revealed by her low-cut top.
A stirring inatingrained curiosity in Dr. Harris, watching her clandestinely from a distance – her posture, her attire, but more importantly, the way her eyes darted around as if recounting an X-rated daydream. An inavoidable hunger surged inside him, an urge to pounce upon this mysterious damsel in distress.
Dr. Scott Harris wasted little time, emerging from the alleyway with his pants around his ankles. Here he stood, fully exposed, his cock bobbing obscenely mere inches away from Jenny.
The shock on her face was delightful, a mixture of terror and arousal. What had become of her psychiatrist? Little did she know, she was on the verge of plunging deep into her own erotically charged fantasy with a twisted real-life twist. Jenny would soon abandon herself to the overwhelming rage of desire that gripped both of their souls in that very moment.
She hadn't expected Dr. Scott Harris to be the burglar she'd so eagerly fantasized about; nevertheless, a perverse thrill tore through her system at the discovery that it was indeed her own therapist about to unleash the depths of her obscene desires and humiliations.
The bus station's narrow corridors echoed with murmuring voices, rattling escalators, and shouts from passengers jostling about at the kiosks and food stands.
The sounds were mere background noise to Dr. Scott Harris as he watched Jenny from across the street, her petite frame now just a few feet away from him. He was growing impatient and frustrated, hidden in the shadows, so he decided to make his move.
Scott approached Jenny cautiously, trying his best to stay concealed as he approached her from behind. Jenny remained oblivious, staring intently at her phone as she swayed side to side on the metal bench.
Scott felt his cock swell with anticipation as he stood directly behind her.
He could hear her phone buzzing but she remained completely focused on the screen, giving him the perfect opportunity to execute her deepest desires.
Scott reached for his cock, slipped off his condom and wrapped his right hand around the hard shaft, while he caressed Jenny's cheek gently with his left. She tensed up, her eyes snapping open as she felt his hand against her skin. It took only a second to understand the situation, and her eyes widened with shock.
"Shh, it's alright, Jenny. Don't be afraid.
Just let go." He murmured the words sensually, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. Jenny's heart raced as she looked up and saw the determined expression on his face. The man she had fantasized about, her psychiatrist, Dr. Scott Harris, was staring at her with undeniable lust, his hand wrapped tightly around his thick, pulsing cock.
She hesitated for a moment, but the mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins melted away her reservations.