billie - dom/ g!p | y/n - sub

"Billie it's for your own good. Especially on tour and you know that."

That's my mom trying to convince me for the 59 hundredth time to talk to a therapist while on tour. First of all, i barely even have time to masterbate anymore what makes her think i'll have the time to regularly talk with a therapist? Yes my mental health has been at an all-time low but what the fuck was talking gonna do?

"Uhuh whatever, you never understand 'therapy' doesn't work for me anyway."

"Billie don't say that you might like it this time around. You just haven't found the right one."

well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

not in the mood to fight i just nod in compliance. whatever, the least i can do is go now that we're on our way and i have no other option.

"you'll see im right when we get there." i say full of attitude.

"thank you for giving it a chance."

blah blah blah bullshit. this was not me giving therapy 'a chance.' if anything this is me closing the door on it. but again, whatever.

our car drive is a tense one. i just sit there in silence because i really don't wanna be doing this right now when i could be doing quite literally anything or anyone else in the world.

I take off my seat belt and make my way to the front door of this clinic.

"it'll be fine billie, breathe."

last therapist went down pretty bad. chicago; horrible hair cut, even worse at his job. Im convinced i ended up getting more depressed because of him but here we are.

"Billie O'Connell?" A cheery old white woman peers from a door frame. they are so peppy for what? Giving my mom a look i get up and follow the jovial worker inside the mysterious door. "You're gonna love it here hun."

here goes nothing.

I go into the directed room with a knot in my stomach. I've been in this position countless times before and i still find myself nervous.

"Hi, Billie?" so it's a chick this time around...cool.

"Yep thats me."

"Hi billie, i'm y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you." she says. I get a good look at her face and the bitch was fine.

"Uh yea you too y/n"

"so what's up? tell me about yourself Billie." she readjusts herself in her chair, legs crossed and in a tight button up. to be honest she entices me. i've never had a 'hot' therapist before.

"what even is there to say..." my eyes drift off not to the sides but to her body. to the hair that perfectly cuts at her chest. and the chest with the buttons nearly popping off at the bust.

"how about i tell you about me first. Im 21, i just got this job this year actually, i live with my girlfriend and dog, well ex-girlfriend...we're roommates now but it's chill. and umm yea i live a fairly simple life." she says all trapped within eye contact. the way she stares at me made me almost completely tune out her words.

"so" i eye her up "you're gay?"

"mhmm what about you? is there something you'd like to start off with? I know this part is awkward but we should get to know each other if it's gonna work out."

"i don't do these kinds of things really." i fan out my shirt and scooch closer. "Sorry it's hot"

"it's fine you must be" her hand pushes my hair out of my face. "try over"

i could feel myself get turned on by the second. it was only nature for me to look at her in shock, her lips, her eyes, her lips until i got so close there was no more space between us. what was i doing.."fuck sorry."

without being able to process what happened im forced to taste her supple sweet lips again.

her palm pushes the rest of her body onto me where she rests straddling me.

i can feel myself grow. if only i could just retract myself... in the heat of the moment i take off her shirt. "mm"

billie what the fuck? a moan? you're kissing your therapist. pull away.

"Oh my god...i'm sorry" y/n says grabbing her shirt and covering her chest. "That was very unprofessional of me.."

maybe i do like therapy

i get up and kiss her again both of our bodies falling backwards into her chair.

"shh it's ok. can i?" i say referring to her boobs. she gives me a guilty nod that i return with a light squeeze and another kiss.

i am so turned on right now. leading whatever is going on right now gave me a feeling of dominance that i needed. especially since i'm constantly being told what to do on tour.

she unbuttons her pants and slips them off so i do as well. this is moving quickly-

"oh."

"shit yea sorry. we can..we can not" i say quickly realizing my looks deceive of my parts.

"no-i i like it it's hot." she says palming me through my boxers. my length snakes itself out of the hole in my briefs, even if i put no effort in. it slaps against my sweatshirt reminding me to take it off.

my breasts fall to their natural place and she licks her lips smiling up at me before rubbing my hard back and forth.

"oh my god y/n your hands are like magic" i groan in pleasure. the last time i've gotten a handjob was like 3 years ago as a joke- but fuck she worked me good.

"put it in me?...daddy"

this is my shit right here.

"if you're good" i brush her bottom lip down "ahh" for her to open. she licks the top before enclosing her mouth on me. sooner than later her steady slow movements become quicker. her head bopping and eyes filling with tears.

"you like that huh."

she can do nothing but gurgle me as i throat fuck her.

"fuck. get on the couch ass up for me baby."

compliant she lays down in front of me."yes daddy." i rub myself on her slit through her underwear. her breath is shaky in response.

"you're so wet...was this here before i came in?" i continue to tease.

"n-no it's all you daddy. i w-want you b-bad" she says loosing strength when is stoke her clit.

"so bad?"

"mhmm" her teeth sink into her bottom lip

i take off the provocative underwear, squeezing her cheek. i start giving her lips kisses before giving her a taste. a long stripe of cum that makes her shiver.

i align myself with her entrance unapologetically pushing myself in and earn a moan, accompanied by one of my own.

"fuck youre tight...you ok with this? we can stop."

"no...please" and with that i start slowly pushing

myself further in, and back out repeatedly.

her heat was so warm around me. her boobs went back and forth smashing into the couch with every thrust until she adapted to my girth.

"ride me? i wanna see your face."

she turns us around with me now laying on couch. she lowers herself on my dick, covered in her own wetness.

"ride me? i wanna see your face."

holy fuck i've never liked a patient so much. i slide onto billies tall length with ease, my walls hugging her perfectly and her top ramming into the perfect places each time.

her hands brush the hair out of my sweaty face while i bounce on her.

her grip on my waist becomes firmer as i get eerily closer to climaxing. "augh bil-"

"i'm gonna finish y/n" she warns

i feel her twitch in me but i totally ignore it because i'm much too distracted by my own pleasure.

"fuck just cum in me." i say feeling myself coming to a close. i ride her at a rapid pace, both our faces scrunching in euphoria.

her cum fills me up making me even weaker than before. luckily she lies me down and continues to run into me while i play with my clit.

"ohh billie don't stop please." my circles become smaller.

my walls come in on her length whilst my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. "fuckk" this orgasm was strong. i release once her member is out, the sudden wave of exhaustion kicking in.

a mixture of both of our cum sinks into the couch leaving a wet stain.

"fuck billie.." she catches her breath right as i go in to lick her clean. unsatisfied, i brush by her clit causing her to release even more. this time onto my tongue and in my mouth.

"when's my next appointment?" i smirk, my lips wet and dirty.