Do you guys know what a sex surrogate is? Well, I didn't either, until I watched the movie Sessions (2012). Leafa had rented it and invited me over. The sex scenes were so hot that we had to pause the movie several times to have sex ourselves before we were once more able to focus on the film!

(Author note: This movie exists in real life. No need to watch all of it. Just go to Xvideos or something to watch its 'interesting' scenes right away! That's what I did too!)

Anyway, one of the following days, I googled the 'sex surrogate' term and found out that there really is such thing! It's a therapist (usually female) who also has sex with her clients. You know, as part of the treatment process! Essentially, a whore. At least that's how I see it. Then again, what does a perv like me know?

So, after browsing through goggle images, jacking off to pictures of several women who do this job, I came across a really hot sex surrogate. A black woman with short purple hair and dark eyes. She looked the same age as Principal Zeliska. As I saw in her bio, her name was Kizmel.

And do you know what the best thing was? That her office was in a city close to the academy premises. Needless to say I emailed her in order to book a session. Yeah, I know those women 'are not whores'. I know they have sex only to 'treat people who have problems'. And I didn't have any problems to treat. On the contrary, my life since the day I set foot in that academy is wonderful. But the sex surrogate didn't have to know! Wink wink.

Yeah, I know, I'm such a bastard. Tee hee hee, I couldn't wait.

'So, Mister Kirito, how may I help you?' Doctor Kizmel sat down on the chair, crossing her exposed legs in an unbelievably sensual manner. She was wearing a black, classy, formal dress and high heels the same color. No stockings! Ohh, I so wanted to grope that exposed leg skin!

Myself, I was lying on the bed of her office, next to the chair she was sitting on.

I was breathing heavily in arousal, but I tried to feign sobs, to mask my horniness as genuine sorrow.

'Oh, doc, I don't know where to begin,' I sat up (mostly to hide my boner!) and feigned another sob.

Kizmel gave me a compassionate smile. 'Calm down and start from the beginning, Mister Kirito. Whatever torments you, we will resolve it. I promise,' she said, holding my hand.

Ohh, that skin to skin contact. I almost cummed!

And so, I lay down on the bed again and started telling her a heartbreaking (and totally fake!) story about how awful my life had been until then.

The doctor would listen to me, taking notes and nodding from time to time. During the times she was taking notes, I shot furtive glances at the area between her crossed legs. I imagined her sitting there and taking notes nude. Lol, such a cliche!

'I see,' Kizmel commented at the end of the story, with a troubled expression, her eyes still fixed on the notebook.

I turned sideways, concealing my boner with my arms, which I had supposedly placed there at random! 'So, doc, is there any hope?' I asked like a sad, little boy. 'If we have sex a few, or several, or lotsa, lotsa, lotsa times, is there any chance I might be cured?'

Kizmel stood up and looked at me. I inwardly rubbed my plams. Tee hee hee, here comes the mind blowing fuck... sorry, I meant, the scientific treatment process.

'I don't have sex with all my clients, Mister Kirito,' she said.

'WHAT?' I cried. Next, realizing that I was about to be exposed as the perv I was, I replaced that expression with a calm, serious one and carried on, 'I mean, I'm really interested in your professional, treatment methods, Doctor Kizmel Sama. Please, elaborate.'

'Not all patients are the same,' the woman continued. 'We need several more sessions before I decide what kind of treatment is right for you.'

Wait, so I wouldn't get any ebony pussy tonight? Bummer!

'I'm glad that you're such a skilled professional, doc,' I said out loud, stood up and bowed in respect.

Afternoon. For the umpenteenth time, I was in Kizmel's office, lying on her bed and blathering on about bullshit I was coming up with as I went, feigning a sob every now and then: 'And then... (sob)... and then, doc, my mother lashed me with a belt. And my three older brothers were like, 'You'll never have any girlfriend, loser.' And that shattered my confidence for life. And I was... (sob)... I was only six years old! Boohoohoooooo...'

I turned into a prone position, buried my face in my hands and pretended to be crying.

'OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH!' Kizmel snapped and jumped to her feet.

I sat up and looked at her, eyes widened. Did I overdo it a little?

'Do you take me for an idiot, boy?' the black woman carried on, angry. 'It is obvious the only reason you have come here is to screw me.'

Yes, I overdid it indeed! But I've got a great imagination, you've gotta gimme that. Perhaps I can become a novelist someday.

I assumed a sitting position on the bed. 'Okay, I admit it,' I sighed with a serious expression. 'I have no problems in my life. I just saw your photo on the Internet and you were really hot and... and...'

'And you assumed that sex surrogate means whore,' Kizmel finished the sentence in my place, arms crossed.

'Yes,' I got it off my chest with another sigh.

I stayed there, looking at the floor, silent. Seconds were passing. Wait, why hasn't she kicked me out of her office yet?

I felt a soft, female hand around mine. I raised my eyes in surprise and saw her having sat next to me.

'Care to now tell me what your life really is like?' she smiled. And, with a wink, she added, 'Don't worry, no extra charge for that.'

'You're a nice person, Kizmel,' I chuckled.

And so, I told her the real story of my life. My real family (mom and Sugu, whom I both love so much), how I used to be a lone wolf until I met Asuna, my dream girl, how I ended up at an all girls academy due to a bureaucratic mistake, how I got sexually emancipated there, mainly thanks to Leafa, that crazy chick I adore.

'I know all those stories sound crazy,' I said in the end. 'I can't blame you if you don't believe me, if you think I'm making up bullshit again. If I were you, I wouldn't believe me either. But my life is perfect as it is and there is nothing I would change about it. Even though we didn't have sex, I'm glad I met you, Kizmel. You could make a good friend.'

'I believe you,' Kizmel caressed my hand with a smile. 'This time, I know you've been telling the truth. This time, your expressions were genuine, your tone of voice was relaxed.'

I smiled back.

'That Asuna girl seems a really nice person too,' Kizmel continued. 'I'd like to meet her.'

'Oh, perhaps we could hang out next time. The three of us.'

'Next time?' Kizmel raised an eyebrow. 'Who told you we're done now?'

And, with those words, she grasped my neck and stuck her lips to mine! My eyes bulged. Ohh, those sweet lips.

I soon reciprocated. We made out like that for quite a while.

Kizmel stood up. 'Undress,' she winked.

Still sitting on the bed, I got rid of all stupid garments on my body in no time. In the meantime, Kizmel had kicked off her high heels, placed a foot on her chair and begun slowly removing her stockings. (Yes, she was wearing stockings this time.)

'Let me do it,' I ran over to her enthusiastically, eliciting a carefree laugh from her.

I started lowering the stockings of the ebony skinned woman while tasting her yummy chocolate colored flesh I had wanted to taste for so long.

'You've done enough, lad,' Kizmel chuckled, gently drove me back to the bed and pushed me on it. 'I'll remove the rest myself.'

She started slowly and sensually removing her black dress. Every time I tried to stand up and charge at her, she was like, 'Uh uh uh! Don't move till I tell you you can!'

Such a torment.

Having been left with only her black underwear on, Kizmel started dancing. Sometimes, I enjoyed a view of her gorgeous front side, sometimes a view of her equally gorgeous rear side.

Finally, she got on me. At last!

She slightly opened my legs, obviously about to give me a blowjob. This way, she also gave me a view of her open ass. That was probably unintentional, but a pleasant bonus nonetheless!

'Gosh!' she exclaimed. 'Your thing is so big, Kirito. No wonder so many girls have thrown themselves at you.'

I blushed. 'Oh, come on, it's not really that big,' I replied modestly. 'It's just that you're so hot and given me such a boner.'

'Nonono, I know what I'm saying,' Kiz insisted. 'Believe me boy, I have seen many penises, due to the nature of my job.'

'A sex surrogate, not a whore,' I reminded her playfully.

'Correct,' she winked.

She took my shaft in her mouth and began giving me a dreamy blowjob. I saw her head bobbing, her back arching and straightening, her ass opening and closing. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to explore that endless, black sea that her body was.

I broke the blowjob, turned her over, eliciting a squeal of pleasant surprise from her, and began exploring her as if there was no tomorrow.

I groped and licked her breasts. 'Harder,' she panted. 'I can take it.'

I kissed her on the neck, eliciting some screams. It seems that part of her body is really sensitive, as is the case with most females!

I kissed her belly, slowly descending towards her... umm... life source. I sucked her pussy for a while, with her wrapping her legs around my head tight. (Anticipated readers' comment: You know, masking the word 'pussy' as 'life source' only to say 'pussy' in the next sentence defeats the purpose. Burn in hell, you bad writer.)

I turned her over again. I kissed and groped her back and ass.

'Time to take the upper hand again,' she declared, turned me over and got on top of me.

Instead of standing up, she reached for a desk drawer, with her foot! She opened it, fumbled in it and took out a planned parenthood condom. Still with her foot!

'Wow, you're really flexible, Kizmel,' I commented, impressed. 'Are you into gymnastics or something?'

Without responding, she laughed, opened the wrapper (with her hands this time) and put the rubber on my dick.

She began fucking me, cowgirl style, while stroking my chest. Meanwhile, I would occasionally grope either her ass or her breasts.

'PLEASE... (pant)... FASTER... (pant)... HARDER,' she begged.

Even though I was having as good a time as her, I smiled deviously, having come up with an idea. 'Only if you admit that sex surrogates and whores are the same thing,' I said.

'YES, I ADMIT IT,' she hollered, eyes on the ceiling. 'I'M YOUR WHORE. I'M YOUR SLUT. FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT THAT I AM.'

Kizmel and I were lying on her office bed, in each other's arms and foot cuddling, resting after the action above. I was telling her stories about my life with Asuna.

'... and that's how I surprised her with a picnic on her birthday,' I concluded.

'Aww, that's so romantic,' Kizmel caressed my bangs.

We stayed silent for a while, until I took a meaningful expression. I placed a hand on her ass. Kizmel got the message and smiled back.

Kizmel was on all fours, me behind her. We were having anal sex. Even during that, I was telling her stories about my life with Asuna...

'... and so, Asuna and I gazed at the stars all night, whispering love songs in each other's ears,' I concluded.

'AWW, THAT'S SO ROMANTIC,' Kizmel screamed in pleasure as she was having an anal orgasm.