Erica's Disclosure

He walked to a small table that had a coffee urn and poured himself a drink. Erica followed. Perrin said, "I must say, your story was quite compelling. I'm so glad you found the courage to share. It can't have been easy on your first night here. You're a fascinating woman, Erica".

Erica blushed, feeling both vulnerable and strangely validated by his words. "Thank you," she murmured and took a step back, suddenly needing to create some distance between them.

"However, I do wonder, if you'll be able to stay the course."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Unfortunately, I've seen all this before. Lots of women come here looking for help. Most are very sincere and genuinely seeking an end to their licentious urges. But there's nearly always the same problem."

"What sort of problem," responded Erica, perplexed.

"It's clear you have a wild side that you're desperate to tamper down, but because you don't understand these urges and impulses, how can you possibly expect to exercise control over them?"

"But that's why I came here tonight. To get help for my condition."

Perrin's hand reached out, placing it on her shoulder. Erica recoiled instinctively.

"Oh, don't be afraid, my dear," he purred. "I'm here to help you, to guide you on a journey of self-discovery. Trust me, it'll be quite the ride. When you understand these proclivities of yours, only then can you fully control them."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at," she said, her heart racing.

"Sometimes, confronting our desires head-on is the only way to truly understand and take charge of them," Perrin explained. "I propose an exercise - a test of your willpower and commitment to change."

"An... exercise?" The word hung heavy in the air between them, charged with unspoken possibilities.

Leonard leaned closer and whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "If you can withstand my touch, and hold onto your resolve, then you will have taken the first step toward conquering your addiction."

At that moment, Erica began to understand the dangerous game Perrin wanted to play. Her apprehension intensified. Was he trying to test her resistance, or was he just another of those perverted old men who couldn't resist exploiting her weakness? A rational part of her brain screamed at her to run, to resist Perrin's advances, so thinly disguised as therapy. However, as it so often did, her body betrayed her, already responding eagerly to the prospect of his touch.

"Alright," she murmured, her voice shaking with equal parts fear and anticipation. "Show me."

The room was charged with electricity and her pulse raced, both from the thrill of the unknown and the lingering fear of what she was about to do.

"Remember, Erica," he said softly. "This is all about control. I want you to focus on your breathing, on the sensations that arise within you, and make a conscious decision to resist the urge to give in."

Perrin's eyes burned into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She knew she should be repulsed, this wasn't her first rodeo, and it was becoming so clear to her that this older man was intent on exploiting her vulnerability for his own twisted desires, but there was something undeniably enticing about the way he looked at her, as if he saw past her weak denials and understood the depths of her craving.

"Let's begin," he whispered, his fingers brushing against her cheek before trailing down her neck. The sensation was electric, awakening a hunger within her, one she'd been trying to suppress since her encounter with Old George.

"Focus on your breath, Erica," Perrin instructed, his voice a soothing balm, which was actually intensifying her growing arousal. He moved even closer, their bodies almost touching in the intimate space.

"Remember, you're the one in control. You have the power to stop this at any time."

Despite Erica's desire to believe otherwise, she couldn't escape the feeling she was standing on the verge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath her feet.

"Your body will try to deceive you," Perrin continued, his skilled hands now tracing delicate patterns along her collarbone, causing her to shudder. "But your mind must be stronger. Use it to try to assert your dominance over your baser instincts."

The soft cadence of Perrin's assurances did little to reinforce Erica's rapidly deteriorating restraint. His touch-a flame to her tinder-dry resolve-stirred a riotous blaze in her, insatiable and all-consuming. It was as if he knew precisely how to manipulate her senses, drawing out the dark desires she had tried so hard to suppress.

"Please," she gasped, as the intensity of her arousal peaked. "I think it's too much, too soon. I can't... I don't know if I can do this."

"Trust me, Erica," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. "This is the only way to truly free yourself from your addiction."

Erica's heart raced as she stared into Perrin's smoldering eyes while feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers. She knew it was wrong, but for reasons she couldn't quite understand, or perhaps she didn't really want to, at that moment she couldn't bring herself to push him away.

"Tell me you want this," Perrin whispered, his lips grazing her throat before nibbling on her earlobe. "Admit that you crave the pleasure only a man like me can provide."

"Please... don't," Erica murmured, torn between desire and fear. But deep down, there was no denying the truth of his words. The arousal that coursed through her nervous system was irrefutable, fuelling a familiar and delicious hunger that excised any rational thought.

"Relax," Perrin instructed as he slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse, revealing the delicate lace of her bra beneath. Tracing a tantalizing path, his skilled fingertips caressed the outer contours of her ample breasts, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as he paused to tease her already aroused nipples through the lace fabric, sending waves of pleasure radiating from her chest to her core. Her body responded to his touch, betraying the depth of her desire and need for more.

"Ah..." It was a gasp torn from Erica, her back curving in an instinctive arc as pleasure-sharp and electric-surged through her, setting every nerve alight. Any residual reluctance evaporated, replaced by an urgent need to submit to this man who appeared to know just how to manipulate her most primal desires.

"Let go, Erica," Perrin urged, his voice thick, almost hypnotic, as with practiced finesse, he skilfully unhooked her bra, setting her breasts free, and leaving her exposed to his intense gaze. Her heart raced as his hands cupped her soft flesh, their warmth igniting a delightful tingling sensation.

His touch was both tender and firm, kneading her breasts with skill. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but press herself closer to him, inviting more of his touch. Her breath stopped for a moment as his lips descended upon one of her erect nipples, capturing it between his teeth. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as he suckled on her, drawing moans of ecstasy.

Perrin's lips and teeth worked her sensitive nipples, alternating between gentle licks and teasing bites, each sensation sending out waves of delight. Her world narrowed down to the intoxicating rhythm of his mouth against her flesh.

"Stop," Erica pleaded weakly, though she made no move to escape his grasp. She thought she should resist, but her body was betraying her, calling out for more of the exquisite torment he was so expert at delivering.

"Erica, you're not fooling anyone," Perrin replied, his breath hot against her skin.

"You're just a horny little slut who talks about controlling her desires, but the truth is, you're a dirty fucking whore, who can't get enough cock. Now stop with the pretense and unzip me."

"No, I can't do that," she said, but without any real conviction.

"Take out my cock, you teasing little slut!" He'd stopped sucking on her nipple and was staring at her intently.

A sudden jolt of fear shot through Erica as Perrin's voice and demeanor shifted from soft seduction to menacing demand. She hesitated, her breathing shallow and unsteady as the tension between them intensified. Then, with trembling hands, she reached forward, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the zipper on his pants. Perrin's body heat radiated against her skin, as she tentatively slipped a hand inside.

Her eyes widened as she felt his large throbbing erection beneath her fingertips, and despite the fear coursing through her body, it was rivalled by an unexpected thrill, a zinging undercurrent generated by this skin-on-skin connection. She couldn't deny it any longer; this was what she wanted. Slowly and deliberately, she began to stroke him while his eyes stayed locked on hers.

Perrin unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles, leaving her clad only in a pair of lace panties and black high-heeled pumps. "Tell me to stop, Erica, and we can end it all right now. I think I've already proved my point. You've no control over these impulses."

"Please," she whispered. At that moment, Erica surrendered to pleasure. She allowed herself to be guided backward by Perrin until her arse met the edge of the table, then widened her legs as he positioned himself between them.

"Okay, I think that's enough with the games," Perrin growled, slipping a hand inside her panties to stroke her soaking-wet folds. His fingers found her clitoris and began expertly rubbing it in slow circles that made her hips buck involuntarily. "You do want this, don't you, you fucking slut!"

Erica couldn't deny it; she wanted it, more than anything else in the world at that moment. She closed her eyes and wallowed in the sensations he was eliciting from her body, knowing that submitting to Perrin's will was the only way to achieve the release she so desired.

Perrin pulled back slightly and grinned wickedly at Erica before pushing his forefinger deep into her wet cunt, making her moan audibly, as he started to thrust in and out of her with increasing intensity. He added another finger and continued pleasuring her until she was trembling on the brink of orgasm.

Erica was already moaning in ecstasy as Perrin's free hand came up to cup one of her breasts while his tongue explored every inch of exposed skin: licking up along the hollow of her throat.

Perrin removed his fingers, but before she could object, he positioned his manhood at her vagina. Erica gasped when the head of his insistent cock pushed against the slick, wet lips of her cunt.

She wanted; no, she needed him to enter her. "Fuck me! Please... Fuck me!"

Abruptly, Perrin thrust forward, and Erica experienced an intense wave of pleasure. His hips moved in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, teasing every sensitive nerve ending inside her. She moaned in response, arching her back to better accommodate his entry.

Erica's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she let out a long, deep moan, as he filled her completely, steadily pushing every inch of his cock into her warm wet pussy. With his hand squeezing her breast, his tongue invading her mouth, she shuddered as he shifted his hips and began slowly pulling out of her, before thrusting all the way inside again. Sitting on the edge of the table, she was able to bend her knees and bring her legs up to find purchase around his hips.

Perrin began to move faster and faster, his dangling balls smacking against her arse, each thrust bringing a new level of intensity to her pleasure. Her senses were ablaze, so it wasn't long before she was teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. Her throat released a cry of pure delight as he accelerated his tempo, relentlessly fuelling her ascent to overwhelming bliss.

"Oh, God, yes!" Erica cried out, as she clung to him, driven by lust and an insatiable hunger to have his cock fill out her cunt. Thoughts of betrayal and wedding vows were swept away by the prospect of her climax. "Fuck me! Faster, harder-oh God, I'm so close! I'm going to come, don't stop! Give it to me! Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Perrin growled, "You want your tight little cunt filled with my cum, do you, slut?"

"Yes!" Erica screamed, her body trembling in the expectation of her orgasm. "Yes, please, please..."

"Fucking say it!" Perrin demanded.

"Please fill me up with your cum!" Erica cried, feeling her cunt tighten around Perrin's throbbing cock.

"That's it, you tramp," Perrin said, biting her neck in response. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." His hands tightly gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper and deeper, hitting all the right spots.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm so close," Erica groaned, her cunt tingling as blood rushed to her swollen, sensitive clitoris. Her body convulsed, and her pussy clenched around Perrin's cock as with each thrust, the pleasure increased, coiling tighter and tighter, until it reached a breaking point. And then, like a dam bursting, the orgasm crashed over her with an intensity that left her breathless.

"I'm coming! Oh my God, I'm fucking coming!"

With a primal grunt, Perrin thrust himself into Erica with unbridled force, burying his cock as deep as it could go. "You... You fucking whore!"

The unrestrained intensity of his movements sent further shockwaves of pleasure through her body, causing her to gasp and moan with each forceful penetration. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and probably marking his skin, as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

He shivered in the throes of his own pleasure, and the sight of him losing himself to the moment only fuelled her desire even further.

"Christ! Oh... fuck me!" Perrin groaned. He tensed and shuddered, triggering another devastating wave of pleasure deep inside of Erica. "Oh... fuck!"

She felt the hot, creamy liquid gush inside her pussy, filling her up with each powerful spurt.

"Oh yes! I can feel it," Erica whispered, her mouth inches from Perrin's, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head while her entire body began to convulse with the force of her ongoing orgasm. "I can feel your jism inside me!" Her pussy walls tightened around Perrin's cock, aware of every ridge and vein of his organ as it rubbed against her inner walls, setting her nerve endings on fire with pleasure, as her hips lifted to meet his continued thrusts.

At that moment, Erica was lost in euphoria. Perrin's touch, his plunges, every movement sent her higher and higher until she was floating, suspended in a world of delicious, sensual pleasure. And in that intoxicating haze of gratification and release, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Eventually, Perrin relaxed his grip and withdrew his spent cock from Erica, a look of satisfaction etched across his face.

She smiled weakly back at him, her breathing still ragged and heavy. As she sought out her discarded clothes, her body felt like jelly, and she couldn't help but notice the sensation of his warm semen trickling down the inside of her thigh.

"I think I proved my point," said Perrin. He had pulled up his trousers and was pushing the ends of his shirt inside. "We can talk about coping strategies and how to recognize triggers, but the simple fact is, you're a horny little slut. You like cock too much to really want to give it up."

Erica bristled with indignation, wanting to snap back at his smug and dismissive remark, but the undeniable truth hung heavily between them. Perrin's accusation was undeniable; for, in the blink of an eye, she had just gone from wanting to reject his advances to having her wet cunt wrapped around his throbbing cock.

"I'm going to clean up," Perrin said walking away. "When you come to next week's meeting, we'll see if you can manage to hold out any longer."