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  THE V WHISPERER

  BY

  DEBORRAH GIRARD

  Triskelion Publishing

  www.triskelionpublishing.com

  Published by Triskelion Publishing www.triskelionpublishing.com 15508 W. Bell Rd. #101, PMB #502, Surprise, AZ 85374 U.S.A.

  First e-published by Triskelion Publishing First e-publishing June 2005

  ISBN 1-933471-20-4 Copyright © Deborrah Girard 2005 All rights reserved.

  Cover art by Triskelion Publishing

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  CHAPTER ONE

  “What the hell am I doing?” Abbey mumbled for the hundredth time. “Is a sex expert my best or only option? God! I’m ringing the doorbell. Turn around and run, dammit.”

  Except for the engraved plaque on the door there was no tell tale sign this was an office. It looked the same as the rest of the neighborhoods in the area. The manicured lawns and gardens, plenty of flowers and the two large sedans parked in the driveway was the norm and no way hinted at the practice within. Was it a practice? Mandy never said. The door opened and a clean- shaven, gorgeous man with short, dark hair and brown eyes ogled her with a lengthiness that made her self-conscious. “Hello.” She spoke shyly and extended her hand to him.

  “You must be Abbey Fuller. I’m known to most as the whisperer.” His laugh emphasized his jovial mood, as he accepted her offer of friendship. “Come in. Actually, they call me Dick. I prefer Rick. You decide.”

  “Thank you. Did my girlfriend, Mandy fill you in?” She hoped so, because going into detail with this gorgeous man isn’t going to happen.

  “Yes. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite.” He closed the door behind her. “Did you have any trouble finding the place?”

  “No.” Abbey was guarded about this meeting to begin with, now she sensed herself going shy on the handsome man. “How do you do, Rick.” She trembled at what her imagination conjured. “I don’t think I can call you Dick. I hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all. You can call me what you like.” He smiled, trying to make her feel welcome. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come this way.” He led her through the house, stopping outside a room where clean white robes hung in a row and handed her one. “Take all your clothes off and slip this on. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

  “All my clothes off?” She darted him a curious look.

  “That’s right. We’ll get right to it. I want to move you through a few steps today. So the sooner the better.”

  Abbey walked into an oversized mirrored room. Aside from the large screen television playing porn, the chairs and a gigantic examination table sat off to one side in the room. The place did have some clinical aspects to it. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. What could he do besides talk, examine her and give her a few books to read. No big deal! No sweat! She was in control. She changed, and stood holding the robe shut when Rick returned

  “Good girl. What do you think of my space? This house previously belonged to a very famous magician, hence the mirrors and magic table.”

  “It’s very…nice.”

  “It just needed a few tweaks.”

  “I wouldn’t have guessed.” she said meekly.

  “I’m going to get you to sit up here Your legs slide in where indicated.” He pushed her along and eased her up.

  “Oh!” she said stupidly “I don’t think so.”

  “Don’t worry about it It’s not as intimidating as it may seem I’m going to hook everything up making sure you have maneuverability without allowing escape once you’re in full session A lot of people give up half way and accomplish nothing. I want you to succeed I believe you will.” He watched her “Now relax.”

  Abbey looked around and saw herself from so many different angles, relaxation wasn’t possible. “I’m not sure about this. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Twenty images of her all moved at the same time. She couldn’t pick herself out in rolling parade.

  “Remember why you’re here, Abbey I know you’re nervous Take a few deep breaths.”

  “I’ll try.” As she inhaled, she felt his fingers on her flesh. They made her tingle where they touched which in itself was an accomplishment. “This isn’t easy for me.” He was so handsome. Like a Greek God. The dark hair with semi-curls, obscure almost occult eyes that drew her in the moment he opened the door. His tongue kept moistening his split full lips, and he wasn’t embarrassed by his untied, draped white robe. The folds of the material swayed when he moved and hugged his body when he didn’t. He was so velvety, effortless in his presentation. Even his voice spooned her along. He could have led her to the guillotine right now. She couldn’t think.

  “You didn’t say whether you liked the mirrors.” He tried to keep conversation going and make her feel reassured and comfortable.

  “It’s different and I’m sure, efficient for what you use it for.” Her girlfriend, Mandy left out a few details about this place. Perhaps it was on purpose.

  “Instead of tearing them out, I put them to good use. They’ll keep you focused on yourself and your sexuality and the stimulus will prevent you from loosing your momentum.” He watched her reaction.

  “Very interesting Mister Vagina...er...Doctor Dick...Rick.” She blurted at last.

  “Don’t be nervous. I know what it took for you to come here today. That’s why I want to make sure when you leave, you’re ready to do so and able to take the next steps on the road to your happiness and ultimate recovery.”

  “What are you going to do?” She saw his eyes run over her. She shivered.

  “First, I’m going to take this robe, Abbey.” He pulled it from her quickly and painlessly, maneuvering it off her shoulders while gauging her reaction. “I usually turn the lights down a bit but not this time. You’re going to need full visuals of yourself and the movie. My advice to you is don’t hold anything back. Everything is going to work out, you’ll see.” He ended flatly and disappeared out of sight without giving her time to protest or object. If she did, there was no progress to be made here today. He knew that for a fact.

  To say she was perplexed was an understatement. What did he want her to do? Sit here and watch herself in the mirrors? This was bizarre to say the least. Then she felt the table move and heard sliding sounds. “You’re very sure of yourself. I, on the other hand...”

  “I am.” He cut her off “ Are you watching the movie, Abbey?” He knew he needed to control the situation by getting her involved as soon as possible. No way he was going to loose her now.

  “It’s hard not to.”

  “Is it shocking to you?”

  “A little.”

  “I t doesn’t anger you or turn you off?”

  “Not really.”

  “Good.” Another hurdle cleared. We’re on our way, he thought to himself, as a jolt of excitement rushed through him. “I’m going to fast-forward it to a very specific act. I want you to watch this man suck this woman and tell me what you’re feeling. Can you do that?”

  “I can but I’m not sure I want to do that.” She fiddled with her hands, wondering where the hell she was going to put them.

  “You’ll be fine, Abbey. Lay back a little and fasten your seat belt...so to speak.”

  “Where are you?” She looked around using the mirrors to her advantage.

  “I’m going to stay out of your view for a while. Just until you get over your shyness. Don’t worry about it. That’s normal. Now, I want you to concentrate on what you’re seeing.”

  “All right.” She caved to that soft, sexy voice. Although she couldn’t see him, she pictured hi
m in her mind.. His aura, his essence, his very soul was enmeshed in this room and the combinations damned near knocked her over. His attractiveness could only be played up by the imagery in this space

  Maybe it was a good thing he was out of her view.

  “Comfy?”

  “Yes.” She admitted it and braced herself nevertheless.

  “Okay, Abbey. Are you starting to feel a little horny right how? Be honest.”

  “Not really.” The man on the screen was a rugged, muscle-bound black man with attributes like she’d never seen before. The woman, black, tall, gorgeous, held her clit open for her lover to slather. He teased, she pulled away. He held her firm and buried his mouth deep into the woman’s generous folds. Abbey saw her writhe and heard her moan her pleasure. The long, pink fingernails left marks on his shoulders but the man paid no heed. His body arched repeatedly with the force of his passion. The long tongue was seen only on the upswing.

  “How about now, Abbey?”

  “A little.”

  “Tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to help you along by using my fingers.” He announced “Let me squirt a little baby oil on you. Before you know it, there will be plenty of your own juice filling my hand.”

  “Oh! No! I don’t think so.” The cold oil splash surprised her. Not just because she wasn’t expecting it, but because she was hotter than she thought, making this feel like a cold douche. Then his fingers began messaging her pubic area. Her initial reaction was to tense up. “I’m not sure I paid for this.”

  “It’s all free, Abbey. That’s because you’re a friend of Mandy’s, who is a friend of mine. The purpose here is to instill a feeling of warmth and trust. We’re all friends. We belong to the same group.” He told her, knowing he’d already won that battle and she’d eventually admit it to herself.

  Abbey thought about moving. She actually tried to pull away but there was something about those fingers. The good- looking expert had her right where she needed to be. Dueling with fleeting regrets and grasping at a change of heart. The oiled fingers now parted her thick lips and slowly slid from her clitoris to her ass hole and back again.

  “Relax, Abbey. Let your juices flow. I can see and feel you want to.” He told her evenly. “You need this and you shouldn’t be ashamed.”

  Abbey dared to look down. She could see his fingers. She watched his hand work her vagina with natural ease. The visual stirred her more than she cared to admit. Here she sat wide open to his ministrations while tweaks of alien pleasure began to disperse her pent up emotions. The sensations overpowered her with a constant barrage of sexuality. This man had performed this duty many times.

  No doubt about it.

  “I’m going to insert my fingers now, Abbey.”

  “Oh! Rick, I think this is enough.” She tried to sound composed but her heightened awareness dueled with her aplomb and quickly gained ground.

  “We’ve only just begun. Listen, can you hear that, Abbey? Do you know what that is? It’s your love juices. Your mind may not want me to go on but your little pussy wants it more than you can imagine. I’ve never let a pussy down and I never will.”

  She really could hear his fingers sluicing in and out of her. She dared not look down again. Instead she looked straight ahead and saw herself in the large mirror. Her cheeks dotted red, a flattering shade of red, her mouth open and her chest rose and fell just like it should be. Ten minutes into this and already she could see and feel the change in herself. She definitely was not the same person who’d walked in here a short time ago. She was more like that black woman on the video and she was positive this expert would say this was a good thing.

  Rick was a master with his fingers. He twirled them relentlessly now. Two, maybe three at a time, in and out, around and around. The incessant pressure and the sound of her juices began to get to her. She hated to admit it but it was true.

  Suddenly his other hand began a warm vigil around her asshole and Abbey thought she was going to go out of her mind . The sensations got better and better. Nothing like she’d imagined. “Ohoo! Gawd!” The sounds burst from her, exploded like a bullet from a shotgun . Once the trigger was pulled there was no stopping it, no turning back. She forgot there was anyone else in the room, which likely was the intention.

  “That’s it, Abbey. Let it all go. Don’t hold anything back. If you want to yell, scream, swear, go ahead. Just don’t forget to check on your reflection in the mirrors. I want you to see the passion sweep through your body and acknowledge it.” He told her slowly, indulging his hands into her sweetness. Hands, very close to evoking her first voluntary climax since that fateful night. He knew it and so did she.

  There was something wildly exciting about this primitive technique. The man with all the answers and expertise was for the most part, hidden from her embarrassment. All she could see was her own mounting desire in the reflection beside her and the top of his head. The new visual stunned her to say the least. It was all so clever.

  The experiment progressed. She felt heated, wet, out of breath. A familiar need pulled at her stomach area and stretched it. In response, her legs strained to open wider while she pushed down harder enabling his fingers deeper access. Was she insane? The lady in the video screamed, “yes, yes”, and helped the man licking her by tweaking her clit with her manicured hand. Either Rick had impeccable timing or he was playing with the video player. Could she, Abbey Fuller, do that? Could she? The question ran circles in her head. Her hand rose in earnest from the titillation in her mind’s-eye but quickly dropped to her side. She couldn’t do it. Not yet.

  All too soon there was no room for any other thoughts. Her mind was occupied with what was

  happening right now. It was difficult to hold her composure in check “Oh, my Gawd! Rick!” “C’mon, Abbey. Let it go. Feel the rush.” “Oh, God!” She barely concealed her excitement. “I’m going to pop. I am. I am. It’s really

  true. Rick...can you believe it?” “Good girl Let it flow.” He replied, working his fingers into a frenzy. “Yell...help it along.”

  He instructed. “Rick...please!” “Please what, Abbey? You?” He did. His fingers worked at a speed comparable to blender blades. She began to rapidly

  exhale and moan. Gravity began its long pull from her center core. The pull was fierce. It felt like she’s peed herself and was left laying in a very deep pool. The waves of which rolled over her repeatedly until she nearly drowned from the force.

  Then it was over. The fingers lulled into a deliberate dismount and unhurriedly swirled through the thick juice she unknowingly spewed. She felt the weight of the world get up and leave her, taking with it the ghost of the past. Relief.

  “Was that so bad?” The satisfied expert asked. “No.” She replied on a low exhale. “Not bad at all.” “You did very well.” “Are we done?”” “Like I said before, you’ve only begun, Abbey.” As he spoke, Abbey could feel his hot breath on her pussy. Could she have imagined it.

  “There’s more?” “Yes. Before we move on to the next step, I have to jerk off. Have you ever seen a man jerk off, Abbey?” “Er...no.” She stammered, her eyes widening.

  “You will. But not at this very moment. There’s no time to set it up.”

  Then Abbey could hear the man’s hand resounding against himself as he jerked his cock. It was singly the most foreign thing she’d ever heard. The idea alone was erotic and excited her more than she could make sense of. “You aren’t shy.”

  “Abbey, you gave me this wonderful hard on. You and your beautiful pussy that’s so ready and eager to move forward. You will soon be giving many men this same pleasure.” In the back of his mind, he acknowledged the truth of his words while a tiny part of him wished it didn’t have to be that way.

  This particular pleasure took but a minute. It was over before Abbey could suffuse with embarrassment. Was it embarrassment? She began to doubt herself. Maybe she trusted him more? She had to give him credit. He delved where no one else had and with a semblance of
success. Would she have achieved this with anyone else? Unlikely. Or it could have taken years. This was a perk she’d never heard of before. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? Did he say there was a group? Her mind tried to piece this extraordinary puzzle together. She breathed, thankful for the few moments grace before his warm breath heated her energized pussy once again. It sent tingles all through her.

  “I want you to now imagine being kissed on the lips.” He told her.

  “All right. She could do that. No problem. She felt his breath getting hotter.

  “I mean these lips.” He brushed his hot ones against her open, steamy ones.

  The contact made Abbey jump from her position but on second thought, she was intrigued and quickly resigned to the actuality. “I never thought of them as lips.” She admitted, her middle core relaxing back onto the table.

  “You’ve been missing out.” As he spoke, his lips and breath fanned her with repetitious rhythm.

  Abbey tensed. Her confusion and this man’s steady pace made her break into a mild sweat. She wanted to say something. But say what? Her rationale was already different then when she first knocked on his door. Was this possible so quickly? She really was enjoying this man’s ministrations and truthfully, she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Now pay attention, Abbey. You are going to experience the hang-up free difference between a jab and a suck . They are both individual and ultimately satisfying. You may have a preference. Don’t be afraid to tell me. You can call out which you want me to perform . Because if you don’t tell me, I don’t know, nor would any partner.” The circumference of his lips took on her clitoris and began to suck teasingly on the erect organ. “Personally,” his lips smacked loudly, “I love to suck women. I’m going to suck a little harder now.” He warned “Like it?”

  “Yes.” She admitted readily. Her chest was already heaving from the generated pleasure he was giving her. There was no denying it.

  “Not so fast, Abbey. Stretch it out. Enjoy the feeling a little longer.” He told her between hardy sucks. “Now, this is what we call jabbing.” He hated to shift gears because the lady certainly loved the sucking. His tongue took over the duty and Abbey audibly moaned her delight. Rick’s tongue sought and found her swollen hole and repeatedly jabbed it in and out of her. “How do you like that?”