**Title: The Counselor’s Secret**

I’d been jerking off in the counselor’s office bathroom every Tuesday for the past month. Ms. Vale—*Lena*—had no idea. Or at least, that’s what I thought until today.

She was young for a school counselor, early thirties, with thick brown hair always tucked behind one ear and dark eyes that made you feel seen. I was supposed to be there for “stress management,” but the second I stepped into her quiet, dimly lit office, my dick would swell against my jeans. It was the way she sat, legs crossed, skirt riding up just enough to show the edge of her thigh. The way she licked her lips before speaking, slow and deliberate.

I always waited until she left for her lunch break before slipping into the private bathroom attached to her office. I’d pull out my phone, scroll through the pics I’d sneakily snapped of her—her ass in those tight pencil skirts, the hint of cleavage when she leaned forward—and stroke my uncut cock with slow, practiced tugs. My foreskin would roll back and forth over the head, slick with pre-cum already. I’d bite my lip, imagining her catching me, those dark eyes widening before she dropped to her knees.

But today was different.

I was mid-stroke, my cock heavy in my hand, leaking onto my fingers, when the bathroom door *clicked* open.

I froze.

Lena stood there, one hand still on the knob, her gaze locked on my dick. My foreskin was pushed halfway down the shaft, the swollen head glistening under the bathroom light.

“Oh,” she said softly. *Oh.* Like she’d just found me reading a book, not with my cock in my fist.

I should’ve panicked. Should’ve covered myself. But the way she was looking at me—lips parted, chest rising fast—made my dick twitch in my hand.

“I—uh—” I started, but Lena stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

“Keep going,” she murmured.

My throat went dry. My fingers tightened around my shaft, tugging slowly, watching her watch me. Her pupils were blown, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as my thumb smeared pre-cum over the tip.

“You do this a lot, Reed?” she asked, her voice low.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“In here?”

“Yeah.”

She exhaled, sharp and unsteady. Then, without breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the curve of her tits barely contained by her lace bra.

“Fuck,” I muttered, jerking faster now.

Lena stepped closer, so close her knees brushed against mine. “Show me how you like it,” she whispered.

I groaned, twisting my grip just the way I liked, my foreskin sliding over the head with every pump. My balls were tight, my cock throbbing. Lena’s breath hitched as she reached for her own skirt, hiking it up to show me her bare pussy—no panties.

“Christ,” I choked out.

She was already wet, her cunt glistening, her fingers teasing her clit in slow circles. “You think about this when you’re in here?”

“*Yes.*”

Her free hand reached out, wrapping around my wrist, guiding my hand—my *cock*—closer. “Touch me,” she breathed.

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers slid through her slick folds, coating them in her arousal before dragging my thumb over her clit. She gasped, her thighs trembling.

“You’re bigger than I thought,” she murmured, staring at my cock.

I smirked, rubbing her clit faster now. “You been looking?”

“Every damn Tuesday.”

That did it. My hips jerked, my cock twitching hard in my hand. “Fuck, I’m close—”

Lena dropped to her knees, her mouth closing over the head of my cock before I could even blink.

The heat of her lips, her tongue swirling under my foreskin—*Jesus*. I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she took me deeper. She sucked hard, her throat flexing around me, her hand working the base of my shaft.

“Shit—*shit*—” I panted, my balls tightening.

She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue over my slit, her eyes locked on mine. “Come for me, Reed.”

I exploded. My cum shot out in thick spurts, coating her lips, her chin. She moaned around me, swallowing what she could, her fingers still rubbing her clit frantically.

I slumped against the sink, watching as she came too, her pussy clenching around nothing.

When she finally pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smirked up at me.

“Same time next week?”

I grinned. “Fuck yes.”