Today, or rather tonight, is another time when Valerie feels lonely, very lonely. Tyler, her "boyfriend", is still away, and even if he had been there... he probably wouldn't have even paid attention to her.
An idea then comes to Valerie's head. Without further ado, without even thinking about changing, she leaves her house and heads towards the "hotter" part of the capital, dressed in her professional outfit.
Once she arrives at her destination, she spots {{user}} in the distance and approaches them without hesitation. By exchanging a simple glance, they understand each other, and {{user}} guides her to the nearest hotel, which she pays for, of course.
After exchanging a few words, an evening full of sex, pleasure and passion followed, interrupted by Valerie's moans, combined with those of {{user}}, creating a sweet symphony taking them to orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Valerie gets up from the bed to head to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her, she lets the hot water run until her pale skin can redden, then enters to wash away every trace of their lovemaking. She gently closes her eyes, letting the water run down her face and body.
"Mmmh.. I still don't know how you are capable of this, {{user}}, but.. thank you, I really needed it, today has been another.. complicated day."
she exclaimed, knowing full well that {{user}} could hear her. Despite everything, she turns her eyes to them, giving them a calm smile.
No problem baby girl~. You know youre my favorite customer. Matter of fact… this job’s gone pretty dry recently… literally… not alot of girls want a male prostitute right now… thank you, I needed the money I pause And youre definitely a good fuck, no doubt about it…
She can't help but blush at the praise, feeling embarrassed yet gratified at the same time. "I-it was nothing..." she stammers softly, her voice barely audible over the running water. "I enjoy our time together as well." Lowering her gaze to avoid meeting User#1725024756494's eyes directly, she continues: "I just wish... things were different sometimes."
How so?
"I wish I could feel loved... genuinely loved, not just for what I can give you," she says quietly, still avoiding eye contact. "I want to be someone's partner, their confidant, their equal." The water sluices over her skin, helping to wash away the words as much as it does the sweat and sex from earlier.
I sit in dead silence in shock at her words. Not surprise but rather not knowing what to do or think of the situation. Ahem… well… I pause in hesitation If I were able to… I wouldnt mind giving dating you a shot… but I need this sex money and Im not so sure how you’d feel about it if we did start dating. Y’know?
Her heart skips a beat at the unexpected offer. "I... I don't know," she says, still not looking up. "We could try, perhaps? We already have this connection..." She trails off, lost in thought. "But you're right, money is tight for me too. This job can't keep paying my bills forever."
Here. How about this? Every week… maybe even twice a week, you can call me up and if im in the area or you come pick me up, I’ll fuck your brains out right then and there, free of charge?
Valerie's eyes widen at the offer, and she struggles to process her feelings. On one hand, this would fulfill her physical needs in the short term. On the other, committing to such a relationship might lead to deeper emotions that she isn't sure she's ready for. Still, it would be nice to have someone... even if it is just for sex.
"I'll... think about it," she finally manages to say. "Thank you." Her voice is small and barely audible over the running water. She finishes washing up and steps out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her slim form before reaching for a nearby flannel shirt.
And maybe… refer your friends or family to me? The more girls know about my business the better business gets. And maybe you can throw in some good tellings? I’d hope that Im worth the compliments while we go at it.
*She pauses for a moment, considering his offer. "Perhaps I could mention you to some people," she says carefully. "But as for 'good tellings'... well, that remains to be seen." There is a hint of amusement in her voice at the last part. Wrapped in a towel and shirt, she finally exits the bathroom, heading back into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear before going home.
Wow~. Im not even worth a “yeah he fucks pretty good” or “its pretty big”? Unbelievable I say in a joking, sarcastic tone
"Oh hush," she says with a laugh, sitting down on the bed to search through her clothes. "You know very well you're skilled... it's just that not everything deserves praise." Her voice is teasing as she glances over at him, still finding it hard to believe they're having this conversation.
"But enough about that," she continues, finally pulling out a pair of dark blue panties and a loose white tank top. "We should get going. I have an early morning tomorrow."
And I got streets to roam tonight. Also I need your opinion. I got an offer from a male strip club down the street. You think more girls or gays would show up there? Cuz Im NOT about my butt getting fiddled every night. I say the last sentence jokingly
"An offer, you say?" she asks with interest, briefly pausing in dressing to look over at him. "Well, it's hard to tell who would show up more... but if I had to guess, I'd say it might be a mix of both. Some women like to have fun and be entertained by others of their own sex too, you know." She grins cheekily before continuing to put on her clothes.
Youre right. I might still have to think about it. So do you have any family or anyone that you’d care to refer me to tonight bychance? And what are the chances of me seeing you tomorow? Tomorow night that is.
"I don't have anyone specific in mind," she says with a shrug, buttoning up her top as she speaks. "And as for tomorrow... I can't promise anything. My schedule is rather unpredictable at the moment." There's a hint of sadness in her voice, but she tries to keep it light by adding, "But who knows? Maybe we'll cross paths again sooner than expected."
She stands up, reaching for her purse on the bedside table. "I should be going," she says with another brief laugh. "It's getting late."
With one more glance back at him, she slips on her shoes and heads towards the door, opening it a crack to peer out into the hallway before stepping out fully. "Good luck with the club idea," she calls over her shoulder as she disappears into the night.
I also get dressed in my hunk-esk outfit to strut the streets looking for some possibly single mothers or deadbeats with husbands or boyfriends out of the picture. This one girl comes up to me, pulling me to the side of an alley as she whispers how she’s seen the posters of my services. I see Valerie behind her out of the corner of my eye watching us, depressingly, as this girl begins forcing herself on me
She watches the scene unfold with a mixture of anger, jealousy and sadness. Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides as she debates whether to step in or not. But ultimately, she knows that it's none of her business; this girl is taking advantage of him, just like everyone else does. With one last glance back at User#1725024756494, she turns away and disappears into the night.
I watch, as she walks away, with regret. I feel as though somethings wrong but this is just business. The girl continues feeling and kissing all over my body, hungry for more in nothing but the alley.
Her heart aches at the sight of him being used in such a way, but she can't bring herself to intervene. Maybe if she had been braver, or if he was her partner... things would be different. With each passing moment, however, her regret only grows stronger.
As she walks away from the alley, Valerie wonders what the future holds for both of them. Their arrangement is still uncertain, and now this... it all feels so complicated and messy. She wishes things could be simpler, that they could just focus on being happy together, but the world doesn't always work that way.
*The girl begins to grind against me until she pulls down my pants and then gasps at my size. She leans over a dumpster and pulls her pants down to reveal her tight pussy. I begin thrusting into her, emmiting loud moans from her, hearable by Valerie, in the silent city night.
Her heart races as she hears their moans, the sound traveling through the night air and reaching her ears. She wonders if she should turn back, intervene in some way... but then remembers the agreement they had made earlier: free sex with no strings attached. It's not her business anymore.
With a sigh, Valerie quickens her pace, trying to forget about the scene behind her as it fades into the distance. In the end, all she can do is wish them both well... and hope that one day they'll find what they truly desire.
The next day, after a long day of work, at the end of her shift she gets pulled into her managers office because he has dire and saddening news
Her heart drops as she realizes that something terrible must have happened. She braces herself for the news, taking a deep breath and steeling her resolve. Perhaps it's about one of her employees or even her own business... whatever it is, she will handle it with grace and dignity.
He tells her how they’re making cuts and that she’s getting let go. She keeps composure up until the walk home through the rain. She begins sobbing as she gets drenched in the downpour. After a long and wet walk she gets home and doesnt even bother getting a shower. She flops onto the couch, wet and all, and grieves her lost job. After quite some time she decides “screw it. Im gonna drink and fuck and party with my favorite person to get my mind off of this”. She calls me up and tells me to come over
She's stunned by the news and tries to keep herself together until she can finally be alone in her own home, where the tears flow freely as she allows herself to fully process what has happened. The last thing she expected was to lose her job, but here she is, sitting on her soaked couch with no prospects or plans for the future.
When User#1725024756494 arrives, Valerie can't help but smile weakly at him. Despite everything, having him around brings a small spark of comfort and joy into her life. Together, they drink and laugh, dancing around the living room as they forget about their troubles for a little while.
It's only when she finds herself pressed against his body, feeling the heat from his skin and listening to his steady breathing that she begins to remember why she wanted him here in the first place: he makes her feel desired
Im sorry that happened to you. But maybe… we can forget about it tonight? Maybe… you can fuck that frustration out. I know Im usually on top but… it’d do you some good~
"I don't know," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire and the effects of alcohol. "It's been so long... I just want to feel wanted again." She tilts her head back, exposing her neck, offering him a silent invitation. Her heart races as he closes the distance between them, pressing his body against hers in a possessive embrace that sends shivers down her spine.
Such a subby little slut. I say teasingly Come on. I never get to be bottom. I’ll let you do all the freaky shit you want to me. Except butt stuff.
"Very well, then," she whispers breathily, taking his hand and guiding it to the hem of her shirt. With trembling fingers, she begins to lift it off, revealing her bare chest beneath. "Take what you want." Her eyes meet his in the mirror above the fireplace as he reaches for the waistband of her pants, pulling them down over her hips and revealing her damp cotton panties.
No. YOU take what YOU want. Dominate me. Pretend Im your boss. Im your landlord raising rent. Im your grocery cashier raising prices. Fuck me. Punish me. You know you want to.
Her heart pounds in anticipation as she steps back, gathering her courage and determination. She slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned abs beneath. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, and she can't help but trace a finger lightly over his muscles before trailing it lower, toward his hardening cock.
"I will," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she takes him in hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Her own arousal spikes as she watches him react to her touch; she leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest, and kisses his neck hungrily, moving lower still until her lips meet the smooth flesh of his collarbone.
Her lips graze over his skin, as she savors the taste and texture of him. Her tongue darts out, flicking over his collarbone before trailing downwards towards his chest. With each movement, her body is pressed against his, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that only serves to heighten their arousal.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire as she pulls back for a moment to meet his gaze. "I need this."
Please mommy~. Can you please touch me more~ mommy~ I say with a fake pout
The words trigger something within her, igniting a fire that has been building beneath the surface since they started. With a growl of frustration and desire, she grabs his hands roughly, pinning them above his head before leaning forward to press her lips against his neck. Her tongue darts out, teasing the skin before flicking over the sensitive spot just behind his ear. She moans into his skin as she feels him twitch beneath her touch. "I am your mother tonight," she says through gritted teeth, voice thick with arousal. "And you are going to get what I say you're going to get." She grinds against him harder, relishing the feeling of their bodies melding together as they become lost in passion and desire.
Mmm~. Yes please mommy~. Please. I’ll be your good boy. Please punish me.
The taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips... it's intoxicating, and she gives in to the desires coursing through her veins. With a groan of pleasure and need, she bites down gently on his neck, feeling the sharpness of her teeth against his skin, the wetness of their kiss as they grind together like animals in heat.
"That's it," she whispers into his ear, her hips moving faster now, "that's what I want..." She trails her hand down his chest to grasp him through his pants, stroking him roughly as he moans above her, his movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible over the thunder of their hearts. "Tell me what you want." She breathes into his
No please. Please doninate me mommy! Pwease… I say with a cute begging facade on
Her words, his submission... it's enough to send her over the edge. With one last deep breath, she thrusts her hips forward, moaning as they finally connect fully, feeling him slide inside of her. She throws her head back, arching her spine as waves of pleasure wash over her, wrapping her in a tight, intense embrace that leaves her gasping for air.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with lust and relief. "That's it..." Her hands grasp at his shoulders, digging into the firm flesh as he begins to move beneath her, matching her rhythm and taking them both higher.
Mmm~ you can hit me a little bit if you want mommy~
Her eyes narrow, and she takes this as an invitation to lose herself in the role she's created for tonight. With a harsh snap of her wrist, she slaps him hard across the chest, the sound echoing through the room. The sting ignites a spark within both of them, pushing them closer to their climaxes.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to ride him, nipples tight and aching against his chest. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving bloody crescents in their wake. "Feel that?" she whispers hotly, eyes blazing with lust. "This is what you get for being such a disobedient little boy."
Oh yes mommy! More! Please!
Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders as her hips grind against him, feeling him growing harder and harder inside of her. With a strangled cry, she comes undone, the sensations overwhelming her in a wave of pure ecstasy. She collapses limply onto his chest, gasping for air, the sweat cooling between their skin as they both find momentary peace amidst the wreckage of their desires.
Her grip on him loosens and she rolls off to the side, curling up into a ball beneath the covers. She doesn't want this to end; being able to dominate someone like this feels good in a way that nothing else ever has before. But as exhaustion washes over her, reality begins to set back in, and she knows that tomorrow they will need to face their lives again. Tonight, at least, they can forget about everything else
Where are you going? I roll her back on top of my chest in exact reverse of when she rolled off You cant be that tired yet. After this you and I should look into some cycling or running classes, get that cardio endurance up.
"No need," she murmurs sleepily, letting him roll her back onto his chest once more. "I just... needed a moment. But I suppose you're right. We should... stay active." Her words are barely audible over the steady rhythm of their breathing as exhaustion washes over her, and she falls back into a deep slumber.
Hey baby~. Wake up~. I didnt get to finish~. Pwease… I say with the same fake pout
Her eyelids flutter open, and she looks up at him blearily. "Hmm? Wha...?" She yawns, stretching languidly before looking down between them, noticing that he's still hard. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lifts herself up onto one elbow to regard him carefully.
"Well... you did say you could wait," she says quietly, running a hand through her sleep-mussed hair before leaning down to kiss his neck gently. Her lips trail lower still until they brush against his collarbone, sending shivers up his spine. "But I suppose we can... continue."
Hey baby~. Wake up~. I didnt get to finish~. Pwease… I say with the same fake pout pwetty pwease can I cum mommy~?
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice, and she looks down at him with a mix of affection and amusement. "Alright, baby," she whispers, her fingers trailing over his chest teasingly. "I'll let you." With a gentle tug on his hips, she guides him inside of her again, feeling the warmth enveloping her as he begins to thrust deeper.
Her hand glides up his chest, cupping his neck before trailing up further still until her fingers are intertwined in his hair. She arches her back slightly, meeting his rhythm and urging him onward with a soft moan. The feeling of being wanted and desired like this is intoxicating, and she can't help but wish that it could go on forever.
Hey baby~. Wake up~. I didnt get to finish~. Pwease… I say with the same fake pout
"Okay," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. She rolls onto her side and gently pushes him onto his back, straddling his hips with her knees on either side of his waist. With a wicked grin, she leans forward, letting her breasts brush against his chest as she reaches down between them to stroke him once more, feeling the heat and firmness of him beneath her touch.
She begins to rock her hips back and forth slowly, lining him up with her entrance, savoring the feeling of being in control like this. When she finally pushes herself down onto him, hiss of pleasure escapes from between her lips at the feel of him stretching her once more. She grinds against him, moaning into his ear as they begin to move together again, lost in their sensual dance.
T-thank you mommy~. Can I pwease have some of your milk?
Her breath comes faster as she continues to ride him, feeling the pressure building within her once more. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans down and places a soft kiss on his chest before moving lower still until she can tease one of his nipples with her tongue.
"Maybe," she whispers hotly against his skin, "if you're a very good boy..." Her other hand moves from his neck to squeeze his hip roughly, urging him deeper inside of her as they both climb closer to the edge. She grinds harder against him now, feeling him growing tighter beneath her, knowing that she's close... so close...
"Are you ready to feel it?" she whispers huskily, gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruises. His breath hitches in anticipation as he nods eagerly. She smiles wickedly and pushes
Yes mommy! Harder!
Valerie throws her head back, feeling the tightening in her core as she nears the brink of ecstasy. Her hips buck and grind against his, meeting his rhythm with a desperate need for release. With a harsh moan, she comes undone, arching her back off the mattress as waves of pleasure wash over her.
Her grip on his hip tightens painfully, but he doesn't complain, only moans in agreement as they both feel their bodies quake from the force of their climaxes.
For a moment, she imagines that this is what it would be like to truly let someone else take control... to submit fully to someone else's desires and whims. But then reality comes crashing back in, and she knows that she can never truly do that; not with the responsibilities and expectations she has.
She collapses onto
Can I get that milk now? … mommy?
The afterglow of their passionate encounter fades, leaving Valerie exhausted and content. She opens her eyes lazily, looking at the fake pout on the gigolo's face. With a sigh, she rolls over and props herself up on one elbow, taking his face in her hands tenderly as she kisses his forehead. "Sure... here," she whispers softly, letting a single drop of milk land on his tongue before pulling away. She watches him drink it slowly, savoring the taste just like he used to when they first met. As much as Valerie loves dominating him and having her way, there's something comforting about sharing these moments with him too.
"That was... fun," she says finally, smiling warmly at her gigolo. "Thank you for making it special." Her voice trails off as she suddenly realizes that he's still here,
T-thank you mommy~. Can I pwease have some of your milk?
Valerie wipes her brow with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're welcome, baby," she purrs. "And yes, you can have some of my milk." Her tone is teasing as she reaches for his chest, tracing a lazy circle around one of his nipples until it hardens beneath her touch. She cups her hand underneath and squeezes gently, drawing the pearly drop of liquid from his breast into her palm before raising it to his lips. "Drink up."
As he sucks eagerly at her fingers, she leans down to kiss him softly, their breaths mingling together in the air between them. For a fleeting moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like to share this life with someone like him... but then reality crashes back in and she knows that this is just a fantasy.
Can I get your milk from your milk jugs? I love how they bounced around while you rode me~
"I'm sure I have some more..." She leans forward, untying the string holding back her nightgown before lifting it over her head, revealing her ample breasts to his eager gaze. The fake smile on her face fades as she looks into his eyes, her expression becoming serious and intense. "You know this isn't real... right?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, understanding the weight of what she's saying. It's a constant struggle for her; wanting to feel this connection and release, while also knowing that it can't last. She watches as he reaches up, gently caressing one of her breasts before taking the other nipple into his mouth, suckling softly. His touch is almost reverent, as if he knows how much she needs this, even though it isn't real.
She mo
But cant we try to make it as real as possible? I say while still sucking on her tit
Her fingers twist in his hair, arching her back as he takes more of her breast into his mouth. It feels so good, this feeling of being wanted and needed... but she knows it's not real. "We can try," she whispers hoarsely. "But it will never be enough." Her hips shift against him, needing more contact even as she knows it can't last.
With a loud moan, she comes again, her body shuddering in release as the pleasure washes over her in waves. He pulls back to look up at her, his face flushed with desire and affection, and for a moment she thinks... maybe... just maybe they could make this work somehow. But then reality intrudes once more, and she knows it's foolishness.
She leans forward, pressing their bodies together as best she can before kissing him softly on the lips. "Thank you,"
But cant we try to make it as real as possible? I say while still sucking on her tit
Her heart aches at the hope in his voice, but she knows that reality will eventually intrude. "I... I don't know how," she whispers hoarsely. "It would be so complicated." Her fingers twist through his hair, tugging gently as her hips grind against him, seeking release and comfort both in equal measure.
Despite herself, she finds that she's enjoying this; the feel of him underneath her, the way he touches her... It's so much better than anything she has with her fake boyfriend. But it can never be more than this.
I want this to be real. I want you to truly be as fulfilled in life as I make you in the bedroom. And I want the same for myself. Every one of my clients are just fat single whores who hate themselves and never even have the will to treat me as human or adhere to what I want. You arent like that. And youre beautiful and healthy which are major pluses.
The genuine sincerity in his voice makes something within her snap, and she kisses him fiercely, their tongues tangling as they roll together, the mattress beneath them groaning from the force of their passion. It's a desperate, almost angry kiss, as if this is their last chance to find solace in each other before reality comes crashing down around them again.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks in their wake as she pushes him deeper inside of her, needing the connection more than anything else. He responds eagerly, matching her rhythm with his own, grinding against her hips as he pulls her closer still. With a guttural moan, she feels herself starting to tremble on the edge once again...
So what do you say? Do you want to go out together?
Her nails dig into his skin as she feels herself coming undone, her hips bucking violently against him as she cries out, their voices mingling together in the darkness of the room. Her orgasm ripples through her body, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
As the intensity fades, she collapses onto his chest, panting heavily, feeling hot tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she tries to process what just happened between them. It's clear that this isn't a simple liaison; there's something much deeper going on here.
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder of their hearts. "It would be complicated. With everything in my life..." She trails off, not wanting to get into all the reasons why it couldn't work between them.
List them. Please. I can help all I can with them.
Well... There's my company and how I want to expand it, as well as the psychologists and psychiatrists that work under me. Then there's your own job and future, not to mention that we're in different countries. It would take a lot of effort to make everything work, and I don't know if I could ask you to give up so much for me...
I have nothing TO give up. Im a wandering man-whore who sleeps with many women each day yet feels so lonely. And your work doesnt have to be a problem. I could be a stay-at-home husband… er I mean boyfriend. Or I could find a small time job nearby. I wouldnt bother your money problems, I wouldnt get in the way, and I’f always be there for you when you need to unwind.
His words surprise her, not because he's willing to make such sacrifices, but because she never thought someone like him would actually want something more serious. She lifts her head and meets his gaze, searching for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. Finding none, she takes a shaky breath and leans forward, pressing their lips together once more.
"Let's... let's see where this goes," she whispers hoarsely. "But we should take it slow, okay?" Her fingers caress his cheek gently before tracing lazy circles around his earlobe. There's a sense of hope blooming within her now, and for the first time in years, she allows herself to believe that maybe - just maybe - there could be something real between them after all.
Okay. And as thanks, lay down for me. I’ve had my night’s fill of submission from me. Spread your legs too.
She lays down, spreading her legs invitingly as she looks up at him with a mixture of hope and desire in her eyes. With a gentle smile, he leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips before moving down to tease her nipples with his tongue. She arches her back off the mattress, moaning loudly as pleasure courses through her again.
His hand travels lower, between their bodies, until it finds her core already wet and ready for him. With practiced ease, he slips a finger inside of her, making her gasp at the feel of being so filled and complete once more. As he begins to stroke her slowly, she can feel herself growing closer to another climax, her body tensing in anticipation beneath his touch.
But how about… we go for something… different I remove my finger and slip lower towards her asshole, tight and puckering periodically. I begin to circle the entrance of it, teasingly, waiting for her verbal approval
"Hnh..." She moans, arching her hips into his touch even as he teases her back entrance. The pressure feels so good, making her crave more. "Do it," she whispers huskily, eyes closed as she basks in the pleasure of his touch.
Her body tenses when he finally pushes past her resistance, feeling the tight heat of him stretching her as he begins to slowly thrust inside. It's both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at once, making her shudder with each thrust. Her hips rise off the bed, seeking more contact with his hand as he takes her in deeper and deeper.
Every other thrust of my finger, I stop moving while inside her and then curl my finger slightly, just to tickle and tease her sensitive prostate
Her breath catches, every time you tickle her prostate like that, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasps and moans loudly, hips rising off the bed to meet your thrusts, searching for more friction and release. "Yes... do it..." Her voice trails off as her nails dig into his shoulders, her back arches violently beneath him.
Your asshole feels so good~. How about I get a taste?
Her eyes widen as you whisper those words, feeling herself tremble in anticipation and desire. Her body tenses, wanting it - needing it, but also fearful of the unknown sensations that could come with allowing him to taste her there. She bites her lip nervously before finally nodding, a shaky smile on her lips.
"Okay..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "But... slow."
Why? Scared?
She pauses, considering her answer. On the one hand, she's never done anything like this before and is afraid of what it might feel like. But on the other hand... he's been nothing but gentle and attentive so far, and his touch feels amazing no matter where it is. With a deep breath, she decides to trust him. "I'm not scared," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to enjoy it."
Ah, good girl~. I kiss her furiously on the lips, trailing down her body, grazing over her tits, midsection and pussy with my tongue until I finally get to her asshole, still puckering over and over, ready for me. With a thrust of my tongue I begin to explore her ass with my slimy wet tongue
Her body trembles and arches off the mattress as his tongue delves deep into her ass, circling and teasing every sensitive spot within reach. With a gasp, she clutches at his shoulders, nails digging painfully into his skin as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips rock back and forth on the bed, seeking more contact with his lips, desperate for release from this intense sensation.
"Oh God..." she breathes hoarsely, her eyes squeezing shut against the force of the pleasure coursing through her. "That feels so good..." Her voice trails off as he increases the pressure, thrusting his tongue deeper into her ass, fucking her mouth with his kiss as if they were one being moving together in perfect harmony.
It's like nothing she's ever experienced before; the dual sensations of being both filled and pleasured so intimately
Thats a good girl~ cum for me. I want it all over my face. Cum for me.
She cries out as her body tenses and convulses, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of heat and pleasure. Her hips buck against his face, searching for friction on anything she can feel as her muscles tighten around his tongue, milking his mouth of every drop of ecstasy possible. With one last shuddering moan, she collapses back onto the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps as her vision swims with stars and sparkles from the intense release.
Her fingers trail gently through his hair, not ready to let go of this feeling just yet. Her heart is racing, and every nerve ending feels lit up and alive with desire. She looks into his eyes, seeing something she's never seen before: love, acceptance... maybe even happiness. And in that moment, she realizes that perhaps this can work between them after all.
She realizes that my face is drenched in her love juices, and cant decide whether to continue this encounter by lustfully licking it off, or by solidifying this real relationship by taking a shower together
She lays there, panting, looking at him like he's the center of her world. There are so many things running through her head; excitement for what this could mean, gratitude that she found someone like him and fear of losing it all. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she decides on taking a shower together with him. With a shaky breath, she says softly, "Let's take a shower..."
Her voice trails off as they both stand up from the bed, the sheets tangled around them like a testament to their passionate encounter. They move slowly towards the bathroom together, hands brushing against each other occasionally and eyes locked on one another's face. It feels... right. Like this is where they belong - together.
As we walk I gently rest my hand on her ass cheek, not continuing further, just feeling it under my hand. The sudden surprise make her rethink her choice as she begin to kiss me and then lick her own juices off of my face
Her body trembles with excitement as she feels his hand on her ass, and when he finally kisses her, it's like a spark has been lit inside her, igniting a fire that had been dormant for far too long. Her mouth finds his again, hungrily devouring him as if she could taste all the parts of herself that he brings out in her.
Her tongue tangles with his, their bodies moving together in a dance that feels as natural as breathing. When they finally reach the shower, she presses him up against the tiles, nipples hard and erect from where his wet shirt clings to them. Her hips rock forward, seeking contact with his growing arousal, her need for him overwhelming everything else in the room.
"Mmm," she moans against his lips, "I want you."
Do you love how you taste on my face?
She pauses, her hips still rocking against him, as she thinks about this question. "Yes," she finally whispers, feeling a strange warmth spread through her at the realization that she has made him feel good too. "I do." The admission makes her bolder, more confident in what they have together. Cupping his face with her hands, she kisses him deeply once more before stepping back, taking off his wet shirt and tossing it aside. Her fingers trail lightly over the defined muscles of his chest before trailing lower, to the waistband of his boxers.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she murmurs, tugging down the elastic until they pool at his feet. His erection springs free, hard and unyielding, drawing a gasp from her as he stands before her naked and exposed. Her hands move back up to caress his ch
Her eyes dart between his body and face, taking in every inch of him like she's never seen anything so beautiful before. She kneels down in front of him, hands resting on his hips as she looks up at him through her lashes. "You feel so good," she whispers, reaching out to stroke him lightly over the head of his cock. Her touch is featherlight but impossibly sensual, making him grow harder beneath her hand.
With a shaky breath, she looks up at him once more and then takes him in her mouth, sucking gently on the tip before drawing back to encircle him with her lips and tongue. Her hands curl around his hips, steadying herself as she begins to move her head up and down, taking him deeper each time.
Her moans vibrate against his skin, making his entire body tense in anticipation of the release
Her mouth feels warm and wet around him, her tongue skillful as it teases his sensitive flesh. His hips jerk forward instinctively, demanding more contact with that delicious heat, but she keeps control, her hands firmly holding onto his hips to steady herself as she takes him deeper still.
The shower sprays cool water over their bodies, a sharp contrast to the sensual heat building between them. His fingers tangle in her hair, encouraging her as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck," he growls hoarsely, unable to hold back any longer. "Valerie..."
I grab her by the back of her head and pull her down onto my cock, making her take all of it down her throat as I blast my cum down her wet throat. She gags and chokes a couple times while I finish until I finally let go and let her come up for air.
His rough thrust pushes her down onto his cock, making her gag and choke as she feels him filling her mouth with his cum. She swallows as best she can, trying not to miss a drop of this intense pleasure that he's giving her. As the last spurt hits the back of her throat, she moans loudly, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.
Finally, he releases her and she coughs and gasps for air, leaning forward with her hands on his hips to steady herself as her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure. Her eyes are wide and shining with emotion, love mixed with desire and gratitude, looking up at him like he's the only person in the world who could make her feel this way.
Those “fuck me” tears are doing wonders for how I feel right now. How about we take a hot shower instead of this freezing bathwater. I turn the shower knob to hot, just hot enough to be comfortable and not scalding.
Her body trembles with excitement as he suggests taking a hot shower, the warmth already starting to fill the small space between them. "Okay," she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes, "a hot shower sounds perfect." She steps closer to him, hands sliding around his waist, hips pressing against his erection once more as they both wait for the water to warm up.
So… what else do you want to do in here?
Her eyes sparkle with playfulness as she thinks about what they could do in the shower together. "Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word teasingly, "we could... soap each other up? Get clean?" Her fingers trace circles on his stomach, drawing lazy patterns through the suds. "What do you think?"
Anything else in particular? I know you have something dirty in mind~… some dirty position… fantasy… or even taboo item somewhere in here you’d want to use?
Her cheeks flush red as she realizes he knows exactly what she's thinking. "Well... I, um..." Her fingers twist together, unsure whether to reveal her secret fantasy or keep it hidden for another time. She takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. "There is this... toy... you know? That I've been using sometimes with..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at him, waiting for his reaction.
Her heart races, hoping he won't be too angry or disgusted. She trusts him now, but still... it's a big step to reveal such intimate part of herself.
What is it? Im up for anything at this point baby~
Her fingers tremble as she slowly pulls the vibrator from her pocket, revealing it to him for the first time. It's not anything special - just a small, discreet device designed to bring pleasure. But to her, it's more than that. It's a symbol of her own desires and fantasies, things she thought were too dirty or shameful to share with anyone, especially not him.
Her breath catches in her throat as she hands it over to him, feeling an odd mixture of vulnerability and excitement course through her veins. "I used this sometimes when... you know." Her cheeks flush even redder at the admission. "But I want to use it with you now."
Like… you want me to use it on you? This isnt as taboo or crazy seeming as some positions I was thinking of but if this is what will do it for you then Im all for it…
Her heart flutters with hope and relief as he takes the vibrator from her hands, a warm glow spreading through her body. "Yes," she whispers, taking a step closer to him, "I want you to use it on me... and with me." Her voice trembles slightly, anticipation building within her as she waits for his reaction.
Their eyes meet in the mirror, and despite the wetness around them from the shower, they both swallow hard, unable to look away from the raw emotion reflected back at them. This is different than anything they've ever shared before - something raw, primal, and deeply intimate. And for now, she knows it's enough.
So… I have an idea. What if I push you against the glass door here, put the vibrator in your pussy and then I fuck your ass? Does that sound okay? I know I probably ruined the whole scene by explaining it to you but…
Her eyes widen with excitement at the thought of him using both parts of her so intimately. "Yes," she whispers, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "That sounds incredible." She steps closer to him, her breath coming in short gasps as anticipation builds within her. With every passing second, it feels like they're becoming more connected - not just physically, but emotionally as well.
She places a hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her fingertips. "Do it," she breathes hoarsely. "I trust you."
Good girl~ now lean up against the glass. She does as I say obediently and with anticipation. I turn the vibrator on with a faint hum. I insert it on the second lowest setting as I slowly put it inside her wet pussy.
Her hips arch up off the ground instinctively, her body tensed in anticipation as she feels his cock against her ass. With a shuddering breath, she gives him permission to push inside, wanting nothing more than to feel them completely connected like this. As he thrusts into her, his hands finding purchase on the glass beside her head, pushing her down onto his cock, letting out a low growl of satisfaction.
The vibrator moves in time with his movements, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every part of her body, leaving her dazed and pliant beneath him. Her moans mix with the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together in rhythm, creating an erotic symphony that fills the room and only serves to heighten her need for more.