Sex Surrogate by BigDog959

Splashing water over my face and staring into a large bathroom mirror, tired from the long evening I had last night where I had a conference of over one hundred guest in which I talked to them about my job. No I wasn’t a call girl, I’ve never stripped, I’ve never worked in a brothel, and I don’t do advertisements. I’m basically a psychologist who helps out men, women, and also couples with disabilities to perform during sex.

As a sex surrogate most of the time I teach intimate touch, teaching people how to find their g-spot and stimulating their most sensual body parts. Helping them learn how to please the opposite sex or even same sex. Whether they have erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculations, or sometimes just learning to please themselves.

I began working as a sex surrogate after a psychologist approached me at a tantric sex conference I was lecturing at. This psychologist (Michael Carter), explained his work helping people overcome their sexual issues and said that sometimes a surrogate was required in order to teach intimate touch. After listening to me speak about my experience teaching tantric techniques he believed I had the knowledge and skills to take part in his work. When he asked if I was interested I jumped at the chance. I’ve always been fascinated by how sexuality can change our lives and this felt like an opportunity to bring transformation through structured learning of intimacy.

Now I admit I was nervous as hell my first few sessions, one where I had to teach a man about touching himself. It wasn’t that his techniques were wrong, but more of him trying to count how many strokes it took before he would make himself ejaculate. But this caused a problem, because now he wasn’t able to perform at all due to counting instead of just enjoying the moment. It’s like trying to text and drive, your mind can only fully focus on one or the other, never consistently on just one.

I’ve also dealt with quite a few women who just did not know how to please themselves, which is where my story begins.

First let me describe myself. My name is Candice, but growing up my nickname became Candy. Nothing sex related of course. I have a caramel complexion, light brown eyes, and stand at about five foot six with an athletic figure, due to daily running and regular exercise. I ran track in College, although I continue to go to yearly events, I just never pursued it as a career. I have curly brown hair that I usually wear pulled back in a bun, oh and of course I have medium size 34c breast. I’ve been working as a surrogate for about two years now in which I had started months after graduating from Spelman College.

After a quick wash up I pushed myself to get dressed for my early morning run. After my morning preparation and of course coffee, I headed out the door to begin my journey.

I began my Friday morning, summer jog around a beautiful lake in Fayetteville Georgia, just outside of Atlanta. I was wearing some red with black line Adidas shorts with a black shirt with red Adidas lettering on it. I had old 90’s music playing through my head set when my phone started ringing. I answered only to hear Mike’s voice on the other side. Good morning beautiful, how are we doing today? Mike is normally a great professional, but does give the occasional compliments every once and a while, which I don’t mind. Now Mike stands at about six foot, white man with short brown hair and can pass as a underwear model with his physique. I sometimes joke on him saying that he’s a black man in a white man’s body because of the way he talks and acts.

After our morning greet he explained to me that he had a client that he would like for me to meet up with. He explained to me that she was very shy, was a beautiful woman, but lacked confidence in herself, and also found her to be socially awkward. I let him know that I would be available to meet her just after lunch so I could close out some studies in the morning. I often kept notes of my clients back at my office and I would be happy for her to meet me there.

We ended our call saying that we haven’t had lunch together in a while, in which we usually go to a near by PF Chaing’s, and that Monday would be perfect. I than continued my last mile around the lake before heading back to my condo.

Just to describe my home, you first come into a hallway. If you make a left I have a half bath and an office. If you continue forward you run into an open concept kitchen and my living room. The living room has a full windowed two story wall, I live on the forth floor and it over sees the pond that I like to jog around. In the right corner facing the window is my stair case that leads to the upstairs bedroom that hangs over the kitchen like a large balcony and opened to the living room. It has a large master bath and In the bathroom I have both a stand up shower and a large corner jetted whirlpool therapy tub. This is my most favorite item in my condo and has worked wonders on my body.

When I arrived back home I went straight to my bathroom and turned on the shower so it could get hot. I then removed my clothing and threw them in a nearby basket. I then grabbed my towel and draped it over the shower door. Standing in front of my door mirror I admired my toned legs and turned to look at my rear while elevating on my toes to tighten up my muscles. I then hopped in the shower and slowly got my body use to the water. I usually take my time in my body soothing water, but today I had a long day ahead of me so I hurried up, soaped, rinsed, and dried off. Normally my shower time is my me time for extra activities. I don’t really need much make up for I rather be natural, so I apply the basics accents like eye liner and lipstick, fixed up my hair so that it would be in in a tight bun, and then I threw on a pressed dark gray business suit with a blue blouse, and some black high heels. I then grab a mixed fruit bowl, yogurt, and some juice before heading out the door and then took the elevator down to my parking garage where my black Hyundai Genesis was parked.

Traffic was unusually smooth as I headed north into Atlanta where my office was, arriving early giving me time to eat before starting work. I usually try to do both at the same time.

I started work by running through some old files and doing some studies on old cases. I decided to work through lunch to help clear some clutter when I heard the bell ringing from the front door. I step out my office and went to the front waiting room and there stood this beautiful brunette bombshell with her hair tied in a ponytail. She had hassle green eyes and she was about the same height as myself. She was wearing some black spandex and a red Atlanta Hawks hoodie. She appeared to be shy with her eyes looking down to the floor, knees buckled in, and she was fidgeting while twirling her fingers together.

I approached her with a greeting, introducing myself, and of course asked her how may I help you? She introduced herself, stuttering. “I’m a……. Amanda.” Ooh ok, Mike sent you to meet me, you’re a little early but that’s Ok you can come to the back office. She walked as if she wanted to turn back and walk back out, but I insured her that we would just talk and get use to one another.

She entered my office and I had her sit in a chaise lounge chair in front of my desk while I walked around and sat in my chair. I explained to her what I do and she said that she was at my conference last night where she met Mike. “Oh ok, so what did you think about what was said? “ I aa….. I’m sorry I don’t know how to say it.” Amanda was squirming in her chair so I decided to interrupt a little to change the subject and to get to know her. That’s ok we don’t have to get into that right now, so are you a fan of the Hawks (looking at her red hoodie)? “I.. I grew up watching them with my dad and use to get season tickets, but he got pretty sick and now he’s unable to walk, so most games we watch on T.V.” Yeah they’re a tough team to root for now a days huh, I said as I got up, walked around the desk and sat on the corner of my desk in front of her. You could see a depressed look on her face and I asked, so do you have a boyfriend or someone you like to hang out with? She shook her head no and began twittling her thumbs. “I…. I wouldn’t know what to do , she blurted, or know how to act.” You just be yourself. For instance when your having fun with your dad what do you like talking about? “Well we use to talk about all kinds of stuff like being outside, playing sports, or going on long walks.” O.K. so what your saying is that you have the knowledge to hold a conversation with a guy about a subject most women hate even discussing, but men love? You can see that she paused in thought and looked down to the floor. “ I…I don’t think they’re attracted to me,” she said while continuing to twist in her seat uncomfortably.

Let me tell you something, as a matter of fact, I got up to close my door, revealing a large full mirror behind it. I then took her by the hand and stood her up in front of the mirror. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. I had her remove her sweatshirt in which she had on a matching fitted red t-shirt. I then untied her hair which dropped to her shoulders. When you first walked into my office today I saw a young, attractive women standing before me. Now men see confidence, which is what you lack. You have a beautiful face and a body a lot of women get surgery to have. But if you walk with a dark cloud over you then that’s the reaction you get in return.

She then sheepishly looked at the mirror as if she were disgusted with her body. Beauty comes from beneath, the most beautiful women can have the worst attitudes, while the nicest woman that don’t have the sexiest look can be the most attractive beings on Gods earth. Amanda then unexpectedly lift the front of her shirt showing that she had no bra on. “How can I be confident when I have these.” She had smallish B cup breast with brown like areolas. Her breast looked perfect for a girl her size, yet although Her nipples were soft and large, you could tell that if they became hard they would pierce through here shirt like a thumb. I turned her towards me and told her that there was nothing wrong with her breast. May I, I asked as I reached forward to touch her breast, she flinched at first when the tip of my fingers touched her nipples as her shyness continually kicked in. I then ran my finger in a circular motion over her areolas, edging her as if I was about to play with her nipples. Careful not to move too fast or too slow. I continued to tease her as if I were about to touch her nipples, only to pull back to stimulate her glands within her areolas. Paying close attention to her breathing as she gasped, I began massaging her breast. Once her nipple stiffened I grazed my finger upon them and then gave a soft pinch to get the blood going. I then got a little more personal with my questions and whispered warmly In her ear do you ever do this to yourself? She blushed, turning strawberry red with the feeling of my breath hitting the side of her neck, and again dipped her head as I continued to stimulate her snow capped mountains. She shivered a little and stuttered with a “No.” have you ever masturbated before, I asked as I began cuffing her mounds and massaging them in my palms. “ I.. I’ve tried, but I just can’t get it to feel right.