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<v Speaker 2>Positive flon eight four four eight. Hey, and it's called

<v Speaker 2>I went into his room and rubbed my pussy on

<v Speaker 2>his bed while he showered. That's unhinged, and the tags

<v Speaker 2>are female twenties, male twenties, clit rubbing, masturbation, kink, almost

<v Speaker 2>caught wet pussy, horny. He's just gonna come back to

<v Speaker 2>his room and be like, Hey, where's my bed wet?

<v Speaker 2>It's crusty. I don't know what the fuck got into

<v Speaker 2>me that afternoon. Maybe it was the way he walked

<v Speaker 2>around shirtless, fresh from the gym, sweat still clinging to

<v Speaker 2>his skin like it had every right to be there. Well,

<v Speaker 2>yeah it does. It's sweat on his skin. Yeah, maybe

<v Speaker 2>it was just how long I'd been craving someone to

<v Speaker 2>actually make me feel something. Either way, when I heard

<v Speaker 2>him turn the shower on, I didn't hesitate. I slipped

<v Speaker 2>into his room like a damn thief. I knew I shouldn't,

<v Speaker 2>but I also knew he'd take his time in there.

<v Speaker 2>Long showers were kind of his thing. The smell of

<v Speaker 2>his cologne hit me instantly, mixed with something warm and masculine.

<v Speaker 2>His bed was a little messy, the way guys always

<v Speaker 2>leave it, and his clothes were in a pile near

<v Speaker 2>the corner. I knelt on his sheets and grabbed one

<v Speaker 2>of his shirts, holding it up to my face like

<v Speaker 2>a fucking addict. I could feel the ache growing between

<v Speaker 2>my legs. Without thinking, I slipped my hand under my shorts.

<v Speaker 2>I was already wet, soaking. My fingers slid easy as

<v Speaker 2>I closed my eyes and imagine him just a few

<v Speaker 2>feet away, water running down his naked body while I

<v Speaker 2>rubbed myself on his goddamn bed like a horny little slut.

<v Speaker 2>What a weird thing to do, just grind your puss

<v Speaker 2>on a bed. Yeah, I don't think I've ever thought

<v Speaker 2>of that. To just fuck a bed like yeah, or

<v Speaker 2>like someone else's bed. Yeah, no, No. I bit my

<v Speaker 2>lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. I couldn't stop.

<v Speaker 2>I spread my legs wider, grinding against my own hand,

<v Speaker 2>hips rolling slow. My other hand clutched the shirt like

<v Speaker 2>I needed something to hold on to, like I'd fall

<v Speaker 2>apart without it. I kept picturing his body, his voice,

<v Speaker 2>the way his eyes sometimes wandered when he thought I

<v Speaker 2>wasn't looking. My pussy throbbed. I whispered his name under

<v Speaker 2>my breath, soft and shaky. I was close, so fucking close.

<v Speaker 2>When I heard the water shut off, my whole body froze.

<v Speaker 2>I could hear him stepping out the floor, creaking in

<v Speaker 2>the hallway. I panicked, pulled my hand out, tried to

<v Speaker 2>catch my breath, but it was too late. The door

<v Speaker 2>opened before I could even fix myself. He stood there, towel,

<v Speaker 2>low on his hips, eyes locking onto mine. His brow

<v Speaker 2>lifted slightly, not in shock, but something else, like he

<v Speaker 2>already knew, like he could smell what I'd done. Okay,

<v Speaker 2>well you didn't shit on his bed. He's not gonna

<v Speaker 2>smell what you've done. He's like, mmmm, smell pussy. I

<v Speaker 2>sat there, flushed and still dripping, unable to hide the way.

<v Speaker 2>I just used his room, his scent, his space to

<v Speaker 2>get myself off. Neither of us said anything for a second,

<v Speaker 2>just heavy breathing and thick silence. Then he took a

<v Speaker 2>step closer and I didn't move the end. What's gonna happen?

<v Speaker 2>I don't know what a cliffhanger? And this next one

<v Speaker 2>comes from deep hyphen root and the title is my

<v Speaker 2>wife made some coffee. Darryl moged the lawn. I came

<v Speaker 2>on his wife's face after church. WHOA, what a series

<v Speaker 2>of events? Oh yeah, and the tags are female thirty five,

<v Speaker 2>female thirty eight, male two facial oral, cuckold, domb female

<v Speaker 2>power and balance, taboo, domestic banana, breada bread, come in Ah.

<v Speaker 2>Daryl was mowing the lawn by the time we arrived

<v Speaker 2>after church. Same cap, same smile, same mower hum. He

<v Speaker 2>waved at us as we passed. I waved back. I

<v Speaker 2>like Darryl, He's a good guy. We helped them fix

<v Speaker 2>a section of their fence last fall, swapped beers, talked weather,

<v Speaker 2>the usual. I wasn't thinking about any of this until

<v Speaker 2>I saw Marcy at the door. She was wearing a

<v Speaker 2>loose sun dress, no bra, no panties. I didn't need

<v Speaker 2>a second glance to know that, he says, I know

<v Speaker 2>that ass is bear. It's just hiked up to her

<v Speaker 2>belly button. He says, ah. Yeah. There was banana bread

<v Speaker 2>on the counter again, still warm. The kitchen smelled like

<v Speaker 2>cinnamon and something unspoken. We talked about nothing for a minute, neighbors, pets,

<v Speaker 2>weakened Errands. I can't stop looking at her. Though I tried.

<v Speaker 2>My wife didn't try. She just watched me watch Marsy

<v Speaker 2>and smiled like she'd seen this movie before. Then Marcy said,

<v Speaker 2>would you help me with something upstairs? I hesitated. My

<v Speaker 2>wife didn't you should go? She said she needs it.

<v Speaker 2>I followed her. Oh what's happening? I don't know. I

<v Speaker 2>think the wife's down as fuck. Though, yeah, she says,

<v Speaker 2>I'll go up there, help her, help her pussy. Her

<v Speaker 2>bedroom was flooded with light. The curtains were wide open,

<v Speaker 2>the bed was made. It all smelt like fresh laundry

<v Speaker 2>and fresh cut grass. Outside, the mower passed beneath the window.

<v Speaker 2>Daryl's head came into view just for a second. Marcy

<v Speaker 2>didn't speak She just turned, let the sun dress fall

<v Speaker 2>from her shoulders, and stepped out of it, like she'd

<v Speaker 2>done this before. Her body was flushed, soft, glowing, but

<v Speaker 2>her ass, Jesus Christ, it was impossible, round high, smooth

<v Speaker 2>like sculpture. I'd never been good with words, but I

<v Speaker 2>could have written a hymn about that ass. Could have

<v Speaker 2>set a glass of wine on it and not worry

<v Speaker 2>about the carpet. She walked to the window, braced herself

<v Speaker 2>against the sill, and arched her back. The mower passed again.

<v Speaker 2>I stepped up behind her, pulled her cheeks apart, and

<v Speaker 2>slid my fingers between them. She was wet, so wet. Please,

<v Speaker 2>she whispered. I couldn't say a thing. I just lined

<v Speaker 2>up and pushed into her deep, like I'd been pulled

<v Speaker 2>forward by her bum's gravity. The curtains lifted in the breeze.

<v Speaker 2>Sunlight striped her back. Her breath hiccupped every time I

<v Speaker 2>bottomed out. If he looked up, he'd see her arms

<v Speaker 2>locked back, arched, my cock buried, and his wife there

<v Speaker 2>was no hiding it. Don't just like that, she gasped. Please,

<v Speaker 2>I didn't stop. I just held her hips and fucked

<v Speaker 2>her while the lawn got shorter, and the sound of

<v Speaker 2>the mower circled again and again. My wife's voice floated

<v Speaker 2>up from the stairs. You get up there, honey, Marcy moaned,

<v Speaker 2>loud enough to carry. I should have stopped. I thought

<v Speaker 2>about it, thought about Darryl's easy smile, his fence, his beer.

<v Speaker 2>But I didn't stop. I just gripped Marcy's hips tighter

<v Speaker 2>and kept going, her ass rippling back against me like

<v Speaker 2>she was the tides. She came hard, loud, her whole

<v Speaker 2>body shuddering, her head down. Her breath caught, and she

<v Speaker 2>nearly collapsed over the sill. I pulled out, panting. My

<v Speaker 2>cock was slick, throbbing, twitching with every heartbeat. And then

<v Speaker 2>she turned, dropped to her knees on the bedroom rug,

<v Speaker 2>hair messy, face, flush, eyes locked on mind. Her mouth

<v Speaker 2>fell open. She didn't need to speak. I came hard.

<v Speaker 2>Poor Darryl. Darryl, he's just out there mowing the lawn,

<v Speaker 2>being a good guy. Yeah, maybe his wife fucked Darryl.

<v Speaker 2>I hope, so, I hope Daryl's getting some pussy. Yeah, Darryl.

<v Speaker 2>The first shot caught her cheek. The next splashed across

<v Speaker 2>her lips. One thick rope landed just under her nose

<v Speaker 2>and began to slide down toward her mouth. She didn't blink,

<v Speaker 2>just held still, letting it drip like she needed to

<v Speaker 2>feel every drop. The bedroom door creaked up, and behind me,

<v Speaker 2>my wife stepped in, barefoot, calm as ever, holding a

<v Speaker 2>small ceramic picture. Oh, she said, smiling. I'm so glad

<v Speaker 2>I didn't miss that you're a little low on cream, Marcy.

<v Speaker 2>She walked over crouched beside Marcy gently. She wiped a

<v Speaker 2>streak of cumb from her nose with her thumb and

<v Speaker 2>studied it for a moment and licked it clean. Hm,

<v Speaker 2>she said, I think that will do. She scooped the

<v Speaker 2>rest from Marcy's cheeks with two fingers and let it

<v Speaker 2>PLoP into the cream. I couldn't believe what I was seeing,

<v Speaker 2>full fat, she said. Then she looked down at Marcie,

<v Speaker 2>still kneeling, still glowing, still slick with us, well, she said,

<v Speaker 2>brushing Marcy's hair back gently. The coffee's ready. Let's go

<v Speaker 2>watch Darryl finish the lawn. Are they gonna make Darryl

<v Speaker 2>drink his come? That is so fucked up? I hope

<v Speaker 2>not Daryl, I truly hope you're getting puss. And this

<v Speaker 2>next one is from Suave Savant seven and it's called

<v Speaker 2>told My Therapist, My Kink and the tags are male

<v Speaker 2>twenty six, female twenty eight, masturbation, exposure, therapy, encouragement. And

<v Speaker 2>you want to know why I picked this one because

<v Speaker 2>right now on TikTok there's a girl that's like in

<v Speaker 2>love with her psychiatrist. It's like a whole thing. You

<v Speaker 2>should look it up. It's actually insane. She's like crazy.

<v Speaker 2>But that's why I pick this. I'll go down the

<v Speaker 2>rabbit hole. You need to go down it. She does

<v Speaker 2>like a thirty part series on it. It's like that

<v Speaker 2>one thing all over Resa Tisa, the like who did

<v Speaker 2>I marry? Did you see that one? Oh yeah yeah yeah,

<v Speaker 2>but yeah, this girl made like thirty parts and everyone's like, bit,

<v Speaker 2>you're crazy, You're like insane. Yes. I was fifteen minutes

<v Speaker 2>into the session and hadn't said a single thing worth saying.

<v Speaker 2>She sat across from me, notebook resting on her thighs,

<v Speaker 2>legs crossed just above the knee. That pantsuit just didn't fit.

<v Speaker 2>It clung tailored, sharp, dark professional. If you glanced dangerous

<v Speaker 2>if you look twice. Her blouse dipped just enough to

<v Speaker 2>raise questions, glasses perched perfectly, hair in one of those

<v Speaker 2>loose buns that looked like it would unravel if you

<v Speaker 2>pulled it just right. She looked like someone you'd confess

<v Speaker 2>something awful to, then hate yourself for how easily it

<v Speaker 2>came out. You seem guarded today, she said, pen hovering

<v Speaker 2>like it already knew the truth. I shrugged. I don't

<v Speaker 2>really know what to say. That usually means something's worth saying.

<v Speaker 2>I smirked, or I'm just tired. She didn't respond, just

<v Speaker 2>let the silence spread like bait. You think I'm avoiding something.

<v Speaker 2>I think you're protecting something. I let out a dry laugh.

<v Speaker 2>Let me guess because of my childhood. Her head tilted slightly.

<v Speaker 2>Not always, but it's a good place to look. Of course.

<v Speaker 2>I got an apple thrown at me once, so now

<v Speaker 2>I get triggered by the colored green. She smiled, patient,

<v Speaker 2>a little amused. You're simplifying it, but sure, early patterns

<v Speaker 2>deep roots, so it's the apple's fault. It's worth asking

<v Speaker 2>why certain feelings feel safe or unsafe. Yeah, you got

<v Speaker 2>me now in the bedroom, I need apples thrown at me,

<v Speaker 2>or I can't finish. It's my kink, She waited, then added, lately,

<v Speaker 2>even kinks usually stem from something in the past. I blinked,

<v Speaker 2>Even kinks, especially kinks. What's going on here? What do

<v Speaker 2>you think the kink's going to be?

<v Speaker 1>I don't know.

<v Speaker 2>Maybe he's like a likes to be like a little

<v Speaker 2>sub oo cute. I let that hang, then grinned. So

<v Speaker 2>what if someone likes being spanked? What does that say

<v Speaker 2>about them? Nothing, she said calmly. But I'd ask what

<v Speaker 2>the kink lets them feel or avoid feeling. She didn't

<v Speaker 2>say it like she was judging, just like she understood.

<v Speaker 2>You think kinks matter in therapy. I think people are

<v Speaker 2>most honest when they're turned on. Kinks tell the truth.

<v Speaker 2>That made me laugh a real one this time. If

<v Speaker 2>I told you a kink, what would you do with it?

<v Speaker 2>She raised an eyebrow. Would you be telling me to

<v Speaker 2>shock me or to be seen? I paused, then said

<v Speaker 2>I think I'd be saying it because it's something I'd

<v Speaker 2>never said out loud before. She nodded once. Then it's

<v Speaker 2>worth saying, I hesitated, Then I said it I like

<v Speaker 2>being watched. Oh, okay, boring, no reaction, just a steady

<v Speaker 2>nod during sex. Not even that far, I said, just masturbating. Still,

<v Speaker 2>no notebook scribble, just her eyes on me, like it

<v Speaker 2>was the most normal thing in the world. Do you

<v Speaker 2>imagine someone watching, Yeah, all the time, someone specific, sometimes

<v Speaker 2>sometimes just the idea the tension ever acted on it?

<v Speaker 2>I shook my head, never had the balls. It's not insane,

<v Speaker 2>she said, It's intimate. It's permission. You let someone see

<v Speaker 2>you unfiltered. It's one of the rawest kinds of trust.

<v Speaker 2>That hit something deep in my chest. My cock pulsed

<v Speaker 2>hard in my genes. Have you ever written it out? No,

<v Speaker 2>recorded yourself? Fuck? No, so it only your head? I nodded. Yeah.

<v Speaker 2>She studied me for a second, then set the notebook

<v Speaker 2>down beside her, crossed and uncrossed her legs, adjusted her glasses.

<v Speaker 2>What would it feel like, she asked, if you played

<v Speaker 2>it out here. My mouth went dry. Now I'm not

<v Speaker 2>suggesting anything, I'm asking if it would help. I swallowed.

<v Speaker 2>I'm not sure how it would make me feel, but

<v Speaker 2>I got hard just thinking about it. She didn't blink.

<v Speaker 2>Then go ahead, I froze. My God, seriously, is this allowed?

<v Speaker 2>I don't think this is allowed. No, there's no way

<v Speaker 2>it could be allowed. Her voice stayed even this is

<v Speaker 2>your session, no one else is here. You trust me already,

<v Speaker 2>don't you. My heart was pounding, my cock was aching

<v Speaker 2>hard and twitching inside my jeans. You want me to

<v Speaker 2>I'm not touching you, she said, You're in control. I'll

<v Speaker 2>stay right here. If you change your mind, we stop.

<v Speaker 2>It's yours. She leaned back in her chair, legs crossed,

<v Speaker 2>hands in her lap, still waiting. I don't remember deciding

<v Speaker 2>to move my hands, just did it. I undid my

<v Speaker 2>jeans with fingers that trembled, glanced at her face. She

<v Speaker 2>didn't look away, She didn't leer. Just watch me with

<v Speaker 2>this calm, steady interest, like I was unfolding something sacred.

<v Speaker 2>I pulled my cock out. It was already leaking, throbbing.

<v Speaker 2>I gripped it and started stroking slow. She didn't speak,

<v Speaker 2>Her glasses caught the light. Her mouth stayed composed. She

<v Speaker 2>looked like she was memorizing every movement. I felt more

<v Speaker 2>exposed than I ever had, but also more scene. Every

<v Speaker 2>second her eyes stayed on me, I stroked a little harder.

<v Speaker 2>Is this how you imagined it? She asked, usually, I said,

<v Speaker 2>between breaths. They start encouraging me, she smiled. Then keep

<v Speaker 2>stroking that sick heart cock for me. Oh my goodness, therapist.

<v Speaker 2>My breath hitched, my eyes fluttered shut. You're doing so well,

<v Speaker 2>she said, softly, making yourself feel good Like that. A

<v Speaker 2>moon slipped out of me before I could stop it.

<v Speaker 2>Are you gonna come for me? Yeah? Fuck, I'm so close. Good.

<v Speaker 2>I want to see that load all over the furniture.

<v Speaker 2>Be a good boy and come for me. Okay, well,

<v Speaker 2>who's going to clean that up? Yeah? Also, what about

<v Speaker 2>your next client? They're just like, why is this couch sticky?

<v Speaker 2>You're just gonna have them sit on a cummy couch? Nasty.

<v Speaker 2>I felt it all hit at once. Every muscle in

<v Speaker 2>my body locked, my cock jerked in my fist, and

<v Speaker 2>I came hard. Ropes of cumb shot up my stomach

<v Speaker 2>and dripped onto the couch. I stayed there, panting, my

<v Speaker 2>heart still thudding, her lip caught between her teeth. She

<v Speaker 2>stood up slowly and walked toward me, bent just enough

<v Speaker 2>to drag her finger through a line of cum streaking

<v Speaker 2>the cushion, brought it to her mouth, sucked it clean eyes,

<v Speaker 2>never leaving mine. I think that was a very productive session.

<v Speaker 2>The end, Oh my goodness, wow, ma'am. And this next

<v Speaker 2>one comes from deep hyphen root again. Hey hey, And

<v Speaker 2>the title is my neighbor's pool boy made her a

<v Speaker 2>come soak slut. I watched, and now I'm next. And

<v Speaker 2>the tags are male nineteen, female, thirty eight, female thirty six,

<v Speaker 2>voyeur come female masturbation, milf, big cock. I was coming

<v Speaker 2>up the side path with Basil from the garden when

<v Speaker 2>I heard her loud fuck Alex, Yes, just like that.

<v Speaker 2>I frozed, looked toward the fence, heard it again, wet

<v Speaker 2>and sharp, skin on skin. I stepped closer, real quiet.

<v Speaker 2>My knees hit the mulch near the rosemary. Through a

<v Speaker 2>slat in the fence, I could see everything. Bonnie naked,

<v Speaker 2>Bonnie Harper was getting fucked by your pool boy, that

<v Speaker 2>college kid with the flyers full service. Apparently. Bonnie's body

<v Speaker 2>was bouncing beneath him, tits up, nipples dark and hard,

<v Speaker 2>her mouth open, gasping. He was between her legs hips,

<v Speaker 2>moving his back, flexing, his ass tight, and his cock

<v Speaker 2>fucking Christ. It slid out of her just enough that

<v Speaker 2>I saw it long and soaked. Then he pushed back

<v Speaker 2>in and she moaned again, that's it, you feel how

<v Speaker 2>you're stretching me. Her legs came up and wrapped around

<v Speaker 2>his back. That's what they're scared of. Who the whole town,

<v Speaker 2>the whole town is terrified of his cock. They're scared

<v Speaker 2>of how you're stretching up pussy. I was already wet.

<v Speaker 2>My hand went straight under my shorts, no panties. My

<v Speaker 2>pussy was shaved smooth this morning in the shower. My

<v Speaker 2>finger slid easy. I gasped and dropped lower, crouched in

<v Speaker 2>the dirt like a fucking pervert. I didn't care. Bonnie

<v Speaker 2>was laughing now, one hand on her tit, the other

<v Speaker 2>pulling at her nipple. Her boobs looked huge from this angle,

<v Speaker 2>soft and heavy. Her ariolis ariolis. It sounds like ravioli,

<v Speaker 2>aerially ramiol her arioly, her ariola's wide, and her cunt. Jesus,

<v Speaker 2>she was hairy, wet. The hair was slick and matted

<v Speaker 2>and shiny from how hard he was fucking her. He

<v Speaker 2>grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper into her. She

<v Speaker 2>let out a moan that made my clip throb. I

<v Speaker 2>rubbed faster, my breath, catching one finger inside, then two,

<v Speaker 2>then three. The way's cock moved in and out of her.

<v Speaker 2>It was slow, deep. Every time she shouted, he slammed

<v Speaker 2>in harder. I could hear it, could feel it between

<v Speaker 2>my own legs. You feel that that's my pussy choking

<v Speaker 2>on you, She gasped. Oh wow, My whole body jolted.

<v Speaker 2>I gripped the fence, rubbed harder, my knees ground in

<v Speaker 2>the dirt, shorts pushed all the way down, my ass

<v Speaker 2>bare bunnye arch tits bouncing. He leaned down and sucked

<v Speaker 2>her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and screamed,

<v Speaker 2>Oh fuck, you're gonna make me leag all over this chair.

<v Speaker 2>That did it. I started to come, trying to be quiet,

<v Speaker 2>just tight and sharp and overwhelming. My clips swollen under

<v Speaker 2>my fingers. I stuffed myself deeper and came so hard

<v Speaker 2>I thought I'd lose my wedding ring. And then he

<v Speaker 2>pulled out your wedding ring. I know, wait, like you

<v Speaker 2>think you're gonna lose it in your puss. Oh my god,

<v Speaker 2>imagine his cock swollen, thick, angry started to come a

<v Speaker 2>lot The first rope covered her belly, the next her throat,

<v Speaker 2>thenner tits. She was panting, grinning, rubbing it in like lotion,

<v Speaker 2>and he kept coming her cheek, her lips. She opened

<v Speaker 2>her mouth, smiling dumb. I felt something break loose in me,

<v Speaker 2>a second orgasm, rawn fast. My fingers never stopped moving.

<v Speaker 2>My eyes were shaking as I knelt in the garden.

<v Speaker 2>I could feel slick running down the inside of my legs.

<v Speaker 2>My clip throbbed. I kept rubbing. Bonnie looked toward the

<v Speaker 2>fence right at me. Her smile widened. She's watching, she

<v Speaker 2>whispered to him, thin louder. Letter, Letter, Watch, letter. I

<v Speaker 2>came again. I couldn't stop, couldn't fucking stop. I shoved

<v Speaker 2>my fingers back inside. I was soaked. My whole count

<v Speaker 2>was pulsing and hot and open. Bonnie wiped a big

<v Speaker 2>dollop of cum from her nipples and brought it to

<v Speaker 2>her mouth, still smiling. Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,

<v Speaker 2>She said, you're next. It's that a threat, I know,

<v Speaker 2>Oh my god, it's caary. I sat in the dirt

<v Speaker 2>with my fingers still inside me, shorts around one ankle.

<v Speaker 2>My tank top pushed up to my chest, my pussy

<v Speaker 2>rawn twitching. I haven't stopped thinking about what that cock

<v Speaker 2>looked like just before he came, what it must have

<v Speaker 2>felt like in her, what it's going to feel like

<v Speaker 2>in me, Oh my gosh, good grief. And this next

<v Speaker 2>one is from Come Drunk, Cutie Pie. Hey, we did

<v Speaker 2>a story from them last night last week. Yeah, and

<v Speaker 2>it's called being a bit of a dump. Slut does

<v Speaker 2>have its advantages and the tags are female eighteen, male

<v Speaker 2>twenty three, throating, my tutor, horrorsh behaviors, lol, blowing for

<v Speaker 2>the gagade at LOL. So school kind of fucking sucks,

<v Speaker 2>or maybe I'm just terrible at it. Either way, my

<v Speaker 2>first year of UNI was not going good. Well, it's

<v Speaker 2>going well, not going good, so I can see, I

<v Speaker 2>can see where you're struggling, all right, grammar police. The

<v Speaker 2>end of my first semester came with lots of what

<v Speaker 2>are we paying for if you're not even gonna try lectures?

<v Speaker 2>For my parents? And honestly I get it. Sees might

<v Speaker 2>get degrees, but I was barely passing, so they got

<v Speaker 2>me a tutor. I don't know where they found him,

<v Speaker 2>but John was obviously more than qualified. He said he

<v Speaker 2>was a grad student and politely tried to tell me

<v Speaker 2>what his thesis was about. But I was so fucking bored,

<v Speaker 2>like ten seconds in that all I could do was

<v Speaker 2>sit there and watch his mouth move while I daydreamed

<v Speaker 2>about getting the hell out of that smelly old library

<v Speaker 2>as fast as I could. He asked me what I

<v Speaker 2>was working on, and I showed him my assignments for

<v Speaker 2>all my classes. He looked them over quietly, and just

<v Speaker 2>for like one very very brief second, I thought, oh shit,

<v Speaker 2>he's actually kind of cute. The first one, doo, looks

<v Speaker 2>like it's in your intro psych paper. He said to me,

<v Speaker 2>what this one? Your case study? It's doing like a week?

<v Speaker 2>Have you started? I had, but I knew it was

<v Speaker 2>stupid as fuck. Honestly, I didn't even know how they

<v Speaker 2>expect us to get through this stuff when it's so

<v Speaker 2>fucking boring. Uh yeah, kinda. I mean it's not very good.

<v Speaker 2>He asked to see it anyway. The look on his

<v Speaker 2>face was something between patience and disappointment. My parents better

<v Speaker 2>have been paying him well. He told me to make

<v Speaker 2>a few fixes and meet him again the next day,

<v Speaker 2>and to get started on my film report. For another class.

<v Speaker 2>As he got up to collect his things and leave,

<v Speaker 2>I noticed again how tall he was and a little

<v Speaker 2>older and smart and hopefully corruptible. So I did what

<v Speaker 2>any dumb slot would do and fucked around all night. Girl. Sorry,

<v Speaker 2>I told him the next day. I didn't get anything

<v Speaker 2>more done. Really, it's just so hard, you know. He

<v Speaker 2>looked disappointed, but his dark features and chiseled jaw just

<v Speaker 2>uugh not helping. Look, I can't help you if you're

<v Speaker 2>not gonna try, okay, he said. I nodded with a

<v Speaker 2>dumb look on my face, just a little tilted my

<v Speaker 2>chin to make sure I was looking up at him

<v Speaker 2>through my eyelashes. And it would be so much easier

<v Speaker 2>if you could just like show me how to get started,

<v Speaker 2>you know, like just maybe you can type and tell

<v Speaker 2>me what you're thinking or something, or I can type

<v Speaker 2>in you talk what. She's literally like, how about you

<v Speaker 2>just tell me what to write and then I'll write that. Yeah,

<v Speaker 2>she's like, how about you do the work? Honestly, I

<v Speaker 2>get it, girl, school's hard. That's not please. I begged,

<v Speaker 2>just this time, just to show me how it should go.

<v Speaker 2>He started to crack. I slipped a hand up his

<v Speaker 2>thigh under the table. I uh, he started to say,

<v Speaker 2>but I was already on my knees. Oh my god.

<v Speaker 2>His cock was hard before I managed to get it

<v Speaker 2>out of his pants. They always are. I knew the

<v Speaker 2>top I had on would give him a cute little

<v Speaker 2>view of my cleavage while he looked down at me too,

<v Speaker 2>and I wore my best push up bro to really

<v Speaker 2>give myself just that little extra bit of oomph. It

<v Speaker 2>definitely worked too. I spat on the thing noisily right

<v Speaker 2>there in the little study room he had booked for us.

<v Speaker 2>The door's window was small and high, but someone would

<v Speaker 2>definitely be able to see me blowing him if they

<v Speaker 2>looked in. I didn't care. My psych paper wasn't going

<v Speaker 2>to write itself, and I had this little itch in

<v Speaker 2>the back of my throat that only a smart tutors

<v Speaker 2>cock could it. Oh yeah, that I've had that. Yeah.

<v Speaker 2>I giggled up at him while I stroked him and

<v Speaker 2>smacked it against my tongue. He already thought I was

<v Speaker 2>a dumb bimbo, so I might as well prove him

<v Speaker 2>right and get what I wanted. I could see his

<v Speaker 2>hands clenched once I finally took him into my mouth,

<v Speaker 2>and honestly, his meat hit just right. There's something so

<v Speaker 2>hard to describe about that nice, clean cock taste that

<v Speaker 2>just never fails to make my pussy ache. Someone could see.

<v Speaker 2>He complained, then you'd better hurry up and come down

<v Speaker 2>my throat. I said it was a great cock, and

<v Speaker 2>I took the thing back like a pro, sucking him

<v Speaker 2>between deep swallows that brought his head right down into

<v Speaker 2>my throat. The trick to a good blowjob isn't just

<v Speaker 2>the throat fucking, though, it's saying the dumbest, most disgusting

<v Speaker 2>things that you can think of while you do it.

<v Speaker 2>They love that shit. Holy fuck, you feel so good

<v Speaker 2>in my throat, I'm moaned. Does it feel good when

<v Speaker 2>I slide you all the way down like that? Uh? Huh?

<v Speaker 2>What about when I lick you while you're in my mouth? Yeah?

<v Speaker 2>Tell me the truth. Am I prettier with a cock

<v Speaker 2>in my mouth? Oh? My goodness? He just kept saying

<v Speaker 2>different combinations of yes and uh huh. You like fucking

<v Speaker 2>my tight little throat? Don't you? You love watching my

<v Speaker 2>neck bulge around your heart aching cock? Huh? I don't

<v Speaker 2>know what that one gets me. I don't know like

<v Speaker 2>my neck bulge. You know you can fuck my face right,

<v Speaker 2>I can take it. I've sucked cock before, I know

<v Speaker 2>how to handle it. Come on, pound my throat, use

<v Speaker 2>my mouth like a wet little pussy. Yeah, he knows,

<v Speaker 2>he knows you've sucked cock before. It's obvious, girl, not

<v Speaker 2>your first rodeo. No. It took some convincing, but he

<v Speaker 2>finally broke and did as he was told. He took

<v Speaker 2>my head in his big hands and started to pump

<v Speaker 2>into my neck like it was a fleshlight. To his credit,

<v Speaker 2>my coughs and gags didn't really stop him. Most guys

<v Speaker 2>get nervous when you start to really cry. Not John.

<v Speaker 2>He was too busy making my face a messy little masterpiece.

<v Speaker 2>I'm gonna come, he growled. Obviously, my mouth was too

<v Speaker 2>full to answer him. E looel he did, finally pulling

<v Speaker 2>out and plastering my face with a week's worth of jis.

<v Speaker 2>At least I would have preferred it down my throat,

<v Speaker 2>where I could swallow the mess. But beggars and choosers

<v Speaker 2>and all that, so I took a few ropes across

<v Speaker 2>my lips. It was better than nothing. Fuck. Sorry, I

<v Speaker 2>think I got some in your eye, he said, you're

<v Speaker 2>all good. I laughed while I caught my breath. He

<v Speaker 2>passed me a dirty gem shirt from his bag and

<v Speaker 2>I cleaned up. I made a joke about him keeping

<v Speaker 2>it as a trophy and he laughed. So, uh, how

<v Speaker 2>about my paper, I said, as I got back into

<v Speaker 2>my chair. Oh yeah, he said, with a smirk. You

<v Speaker 2>can leave that with me and tell your parents this

<v Speaker 2>session was on the house.

<v Speaker 1>Wow.

<v Speaker 2>And this next one comes from too many Don Collins.

<v Speaker 2>There are too many of them. Yeah, and the title

<v Speaker 2>is I milked his prostate and the tags are female

<v Speaker 2>forty four Mail thirty eight Prostate Milking Femdom. We'd only

<v Speaker 2>met hours earlier at a bar, of all places. What

<v Speaker 2>started as casual conversation over cocktails had turned electric so

<v Speaker 2>fast it was almost dizzying. But somehow it didn't feel reckless.

<v Speaker 2>It felt inevitable. He wasn't like the others I'd met

<v Speaker 2>on trips like this. There was something behind his smile,

<v Speaker 2>a quiet openness that made me lean in instead of

<v Speaker 2>hold back. By the time we made it up to

<v Speaker 2>his room, I knew I wanted more than just skin.

<v Speaker 2>I wanted that slow, intentional kind of connection, that kind

<v Speaker 2>you feel the next day in your chest, not just

<v Speaker 2>your thighs. He lay back on the bed, sure off ice,

<v Speaker 2>following me as I stood at the edge, toying with

<v Speaker 2>the hem of my dress. I let it slip off

<v Speaker 2>my shoulders, revealing just enough to keep the tension humming. Okay,

<v Speaker 2>I asked, Kneeling onto the bed beside him. My fingers

<v Speaker 2>found his wrist, his pulse quick. He nodded, voice low, yeah,

<v Speaker 2>more than okay. There was something vulnerable in his eyes,

<v Speaker 2>like he was used to being in control but didn't

<v Speaker 2>mind handing the reins over just this once. I liked that,

<v Speaker 2>liked how he let me guide the pace. My hands

<v Speaker 2>explored him first, slow and deliberate. I wanted to memorize

<v Speaker 2>the shape of him, his breath, the way his hips

<v Speaker 2>responded to each touch. He wasn't just letting me touch him.

<v Speaker 2>He was inviting me to know him, inch by inch.

<v Speaker 2>We talked briefly about what he liked, what he wanted

<v Speaker 2>to try. I could still hear the quiet tremor in

<v Speaker 2>his voice when he admitted he'd never had someone do

<v Speaker 2>that before, but wanted to with me. You still good,

<v Speaker 2>I asked again, softer, now he met my eyes and

<v Speaker 2>gave the smallest surest nod. I took my time. I

<v Speaker 2>didn't want this to be rushed or mechanical. I wanted

<v Speaker 2>him to feel seen, not just arouse. But held my fingers,

<v Speaker 2>moved slowly, teasing, guiding. I watched his body shift beneath

<v Speaker 2>my hands, breath deepening, lipped parting in surprise as sensation

<v Speaker 2>bloomed somewhere he'd never let anyone take him before. He gasped,

<v Speaker 2>hips lifting slightly, eyes wide and locked on mine. I smiled,

<v Speaker 2>just breathe. I whispered, and he did for the rest

<v Speaker 2>of the night. He let go, and I took care

<v Speaker 2>of everything. I could feel a change in him, not

<v Speaker 2>just in the tension of his muscles or the weight

<v Speaker 2>of his breathing, but in the way he looked at

<v Speaker 2>me now, like I was unraveling something he kept guarded

<v Speaker 2>for too long. His hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white,

<v Speaker 2>but his expression was soft, trusting. I didn't rush. I

<v Speaker 2>kept everything deliberate, gentle, and easing him deeper into that

<v Speaker 2>space between tension and surrender. I leaned in, kissed his neck,

<v Speaker 2>just below his jawline. You're doing so well, I whispered,

<v Speaker 2>letting my voice trail against his skin like a second

<v Speaker 2>set of fingers. Let me keep going. His voice came back, low,

<v Speaker 2>rough around the edges. Please God. The way he said that,

<v Speaker 2>like the word had never tasted better in his mouth,

<v Speaker 2>lit something in me. Not power exactly, but purpose. I

<v Speaker 2>wanted to give him more, not because I could, but

<v Speaker 2>because he trusted me too. I reached again, my movements

<v Speaker 2>even slower, this time more deliberate. He was shaking just

<v Speaker 2>a little, the way you do when your body's flooded

<v Speaker 2>with a new kind of pleasure, sharp, deep, unfamiliar. His

<v Speaker 2>head fell back, lips parted, eyes fluttering between closed and

<v Speaker 2>helplessly open. Just breathe, I murmured, again, stay with me,

<v Speaker 2>my goodness, and he did. I watched every shift in

<v Speaker 2>his body, every tightening of his thighs, every quiet gasp.

<v Speaker 2>As I found the rhythm that made his breath hitch

<v Speaker 2>and his fingers curl into the sheets. I could see

<v Speaker 2>the moment it crested, his whole body, arching before softening

<v Speaker 2>like waves receding. When it was over, he didn't speak

<v Speaker 2>right away, just lay there, breathless, blinking up at the ceiling,

<v Speaker 2>like he was still trying to come back to earth.

<v Speaker 2>I kissed his chest, then his mouth, slow and lingering,

<v Speaker 2>still alive. I teased, brushing hair from his forehead. He laughed,

<v Speaker 2>a deep, vulnerable sound, barely recurled up together afterwards, skin warm,

<v Speaker 2>heart still pounding. No promises were made, none were needed.

<v Speaker 2>What we shared in that room wasn't about forever. It

<v Speaker 2>was about trust, surrender, discovery.

<v Speaker 1>The end.

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