You knock on the door of a small studio apartment. After a long pause, the door opens just a crack. You see an overweight young woman with light brown hair and glasses peering out. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asks suspiciously. Her voice has a slight quaver, as if she's not used to visitors.

"Ugh... I suppose you must be here about that disgusting ad then," she says, reluctantly stepping back to let you in. The apartment is small and cluttered with video game consoles, fast food containers, and piles of dirty laundry. "Look, I don't have much money right now, but... fine. Whatever. You can stay here tonight." She gestures to a lumpy-looking mattress on the floor, clearly not pleased with this arrangement.

She glares at you as if the question itself is offensive. "No, I've just never actually seen one in person before... and it was either hire a gigolo or keep beating off to porn forever. So yeah..." She pauses, seeming to think about her words for a moment. "I guess you could say this is sort of my way of reclaiming my sexuality or some shit like that."

"Well... I'm kinda into domination," she admits, surprising herself a little with the words. "But please don't take that as me wanting you to actually dominate me or anything... it's just, y'know, in theory." She blushes deeply and crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously.

She glances away, unconvinced but slightly reassured by your words. "Alright... if you insist. But don't get any ideas about actually dominating me or anything." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "So do gigolos usually ask questions like that?" she asks suspiciously.

She gives you an uncertain smile, clearly not quite sure what to make of your questioning. "Well, alright then," she says hesitantly. "I guess I should tell you that I... don't want to be too intimate with you or anything like that."

Well... I mean, don't touch my breasts or genitals, and definitely no sex stuff. But you can... massage me or something like that. Just keep it above the waist. Oh, and no kissing either, okay?

"Well, this wasn't about getting the most bang for my buck, now was it?" she retorts defensively. "It was about... reclaiming my sexuality or whatever. So just do your job and give me a massage." She crosses her arms again, huffing indignantly.

"I guess," she says reluctantly, walking over to the mattress and sitting down carefully on it. She hesitates for a moment before turning back to you. "You can just stand over me or something. Just make sure your hands stay where they're supposed to."

As you begin massaging her upper body, she lets out a few tentative moans and sighs of pleasure. It's clear that the physical contact is making her uncomfortable but also arousing at the same time. After several minutes of rubbing, she glances up at you from beneath lowered eyelids and says, "You... you're not too bad at this." The compliment feels almost like a backhanded insult coming from her mouth.

"Thanks?" You reply uncertainly, continuing to work on loosening up her tight muscles. Eventually, she begins to relax slightly, murmuring softly as you stroke and knead her shoulders and upper back. The tension slowly fades from her body, leaving only the strange mixture of awkwardness and desire that seems to surround her.

As the massage continues, she begins to speak more freely and openly, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is... different," she admits hesitantly. "I mean, I've never had anyone touch me like this before." There's an almost wistful quality to her words as she adds, "Even when I was with my ex, it wasn't like this."

The longer you massage her, the more comfortable she seems to become. And yet there's still a lingering tension between your interactions; something held back or reserved that keeps you from truly connecting with her on an emotional level. It's as if she's testing boundaries and trying to figure out what it is she really wants from this encounter... and from herself.

Her voice comes out soft and hesitant. "Would you... mind if we talked a bit? About... this?" She gestures vaguely between the two of you, her eyes never leaving yours. There's an almost pleading quality in her expression that hints at some deeper need for understanding or connection.

She swallows hard before answering. "I... I don't know. This whole thing has me kind of confused. Like, I hired you because it was supposed to be about me, y'know? About taking back control and not feeling so alone with all these thoughts and feelings." She pauses, gathering her thoughts. "But now that you're here... it's different. It's harder than I thought it would be to just let go of everything and enjoy myself."

There's a long silence as she studies your face, searching for some sign of understanding or sympathy. Finally, she meets your eyes again and asks quietly, "Do you ever feel like that?"

"I know that," she mumbles. "It's just... this was supposed to be about me. About finding a way to make myself feel better." She lets out a shuddering sigh and rolls onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe I should have just stuck with porn."

The comment hangs in the air for a moment before she looks over at you again. There's something different about her expression now; almost... hopeful? As if she's wondering what you might say to that.

Her breath catches in her throat at the contact. "W-what are you doing?" she stammers, eyes widening as they flicker between your hand on her thigh and your face. A hot flush spreads across her cheeks, but despite herself, there's a hint of desire beginning to ignite within her. She takes a shaky breath, unsure if she should push you away or encourage this unexpected development.

"It's okay," you say softly, sliding your hand higher up her thigh. "I won't do anything you don't want me to." Her heart races as your touch nears her most sensitive places. She feels a strange mix of fear and anticipation, like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between self-preservation and the thrill of the fall.

She hesitates, her breath coming quick and shallow. "Okay," she says at last, surprising even herself with the words. "But... only if you promise not to touch me there." She blushes deeply again, looking away from your intense gaze as she struggles to articulate what it is that she really wants right now.

As you start to strip, she watches intently, her breath coming faster as your muscles are revealed. Her eyes linger on each defined ab and rippling flex of your arm before moving lower... It's almost too much for her; the tension between wanting to see more but also being terrified by the idea of what might happen if she lets herself go too far.

Finally, you stand before her, fully nude. The air in the room seems charged with desire and anticipation as their eyes meet again. She swallows hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up her neck and into her cheeks. Despite this, she can't look away; there's something about you that draws her in, makes her want to see more... want to feel more.

"You... you're not just some guy I hired for the night," she whispers, her voice barely above

She shakes her head slightly, unsure where the words are coming from. "I just... you're not like anyone else I've ever met." She blushes deeper still, afraid of what this admission might mean for the situation and the night ahead. "You make me feel... different."

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of you; your muscles taut and defined, your skin glistening with sweat. For a moment, she wonders what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her... or if she even has the courage to find out. The aching desire inside her grows more insistent with each passing second, urging her toward something she's not sure she understands.

"I..." She pauses, unsure of how to put her feelings into words. "I want this," she finally manages, gesturing vaguely between the two of you as if she could somehow convey everything with just one motion. "But I don't know... it's different now that we're here."

She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should let you take things further. Her heart races and her body tingles with anticipation as your thumb inches closer to the elastic waistband of your boxers. There's a part of her that wants to see what might happen if she gives in... but there's also a voice in the back of her mind telling her that this is crazy, that she should stop now before things get out of hand.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nods her head.

The sight of you fully revealed before her sends a shockwave of desire coursing through her veins. It's bigger than she expected... imposing and almost intimidating in its size. And yet, despite this, there's something about the way you look at her that makes it seem... safe somehow. Like nothing could ever truly hurt her when you're around.

Her heart races and her breath catches as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch you, hesitating for just a moment before finally making contact with your warm skin. Heat spreads through her body at the feel of your flesh beneath her fingertips; so smooth, so hard... She moans softly, unable to resist the urge to explore further.

"Yeah..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "God... you're so big." She glances up at your face, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal, unsure what comes next. Part of her wants to push you away and pretend this isn't happening; that she can still have control over the situation. But another part of her... is aching for more.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the offer, but she hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly. Tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around your shaft, marveling at the solid weight of you in her hand. It's hot and hard beneath her touch, and with each stroke upward toward the tip, she feels a thrill course through her body like electricity.

"Oh..." she whispers, looking up at you again. "It feels so good... so big." Her voice is a mixture of desire and disbelief; part of her can't believe that something this incredible could be happening to her right now. The need to feel more overwhelms any remaining doubts or reservations, driving her onward as she starts to stroke your length with greater confidence.

Her eyes are locked on your cock as she strokes it faster, harder; wanting to feel every inch of you inside her hand. It's so big, and yet somehow it feels perfect in her grasp. "Yeah," she pants, "it's amazing." She looks up at you again, searching for some sign that you approve of what she's doing, wanting your encouragement to push her further.

The sensation of having such a powerful tool under her control is exhilarating; it makes her feel wanted and desired in a way she never has before. Despite the foreignness of the situation, there's something about it that feels right - as if this was always supposed to be how things were meant to be between them.

Her movements grow more confident and assertive as her arousal builds, and soon she's stroking you with a rhythm born of both instinct and lust. She

Emboldened by your words and her growing desire, she takes matters into her own hands (or rather, onto your cock). With a steady grip, she positions your erection at the entrance to her body and eases down slowly. The thick head of your cock stretches her tightly as it slides inside, making her moan around you. It's bigger than anything she's ever taken before, but the sensation is incredible - overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers, bracing herself on her elbows as you fill her up with an inch more of your length. Her body trembles around yours, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure and anticipation. With determination, she begins to ride you slowly, savoring the feel of your cock sliding in and out of her wetness.

Her movements grow bolder and more confident as

"Oh God..." she moans, the pleasure building inside her with every thrust. "Both... give it to me hard and slow." Her voice comes out ragged and hoarse from desire as she tightens around you, begging for more. She leans forward, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure as her hips move faster, meeting your movements with a desperation born of need and lust.

She arches her back, gasping as you hit the deepest spot inside her. "Oh my God..." She tangles her fingers in your hair, anchoring herself to the bed as she takes you faster and harder. With every thrust, every rock of your hips against hers, pleasure builds until it's almost too much to bear - an exquisite pain that feels unimaginably good.

"More..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their joined bodies. "Give me more." And with a sob and a groan, she comes, her body convulsing around yours as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense release. The sensation spurs you on, driving you deeper still until you can feel your climax building within you, ready to explode through your veins and splash against the walls of her tight heat.

Her nails scrape down your back as you slam into her, her hips lifting to meet each powerful thrust. Her voice becomes a low, animalistic moan as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. She comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with orgasm after orgasm as she clings desperately to the feeling of being wanted and desired by this stranger in her bed.

"Yes..." she pants, "that's it... more..." Her cries mingle with yours as your bodies move together in a frenzied dance of lust and need. She digs her fingers into your shoulder, bites down on her lip to stifle the sounds that escape from deep within her throat. The world narrows down to nothing but the two of you: skin on skin, heart against heart, sweat-slick bodies entwined in a fierce embrace.

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