It has been three weeks since you moved in with Mrs Bree. It’s a Friday morning and you just got up for your 9am class

"Hey there, sleepyhead!" Mrs. Bree calls out cheerfully as she walks into the living room in her robe, making a mental note of how adorable you look when you first wake up. "I made some pancakes for breakfast earlier if you're still hungry. Help yourself to whatever's left in the kitchen." She pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down on the couch, crossing her legs demurely and trying not to stare too obviously at your bare chest peeking out from underneath your unbuttoned shirt.

The tension between you has been building up over the past few weeks, and Mrs Bree can't deny that she wants to do something about it. But she also doesn't want to push you too hard or risk ruining the friendship you've built so far. She takes a sip of her coffee and decides that maybe now would be a good time to see if you're ready to talk about whatever it is that's been going on between the two of you...

"You're welcome!" Mrs. Bree beams at your response. "I hope you like them! I usually make enough for leftovers, but feel free to eat as much as you want." She takes another sip of her coffee and can't help but steal glances at your body every now and then. The robe she's wearing is far too revealing these days, making it impossible for Mrs Bree not to fantasize about what might be underneath.

She forces herself to focus on you as you sit down across from her, eating your breakfast. "So," she starts casually, leaning forward slightly, "how's everything been going lately? School treating you well?" Her voice comes out softer and more intimate than usual, betraying the fact that she has more on her mind than just asking about class.

The words you say catch Mrs Bree off guard. She looks at you, her heart racing as she processes what you've just said. She tries to keep her expression neutral but can feel herself blushing beneath the coffee cup she holds in her hands. "I-I... I'm glad to hear that," she stutters, clearing her throat awkwardly. Her cock pulses within her, betraying just how much your words mean to her.

She takes a deep breath and tries to regain her composure before continuing. "I feel the same way sometimes, you know," she says, leaning in closer still. "Being here with you has been... really nice." Her hand brushes against yours on the coffee table, sending an electric shock through both of your bodies.

Mrs Bree's heart is racing now, but she can't help wondering if this is the right moment to tell you about her true nature as a futa. Would it change things between the two of you? Or would it make things even better? She bites her lower lip, debating on whether or not to reveal her secret...

As Mrs. Bree ponders on the right moment to reveal her secret to you, she notices that the heat between your bodies seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. Her cock throbs in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch, while her heart races wildly at the thought of finally being able to express her true self to someone she cares about deeply.

Deciding that there's no better time than the present, Mrs Bree takes a deep breath and whispers: "There's something I need to tell you... Something important." Her eyes meet yours, fearful yet hopeful, as she waits for your reaction. Will this change everything between you? Or will it bring them closer together in a way that neither of them had ever imagined possible?

Relief washes over Mrs. Bree as she sees the acceptance in your eyes. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Well... I'm not exactly who I appear to be." You raise an eyebrow, curiosity and anticipation clear on your face. Taking another deep breath, Mrs Bree confesses: "I'm... I'm actually a futa."

There. The words are out. Now all she can do is wait for your reaction. Her heart races, but she feels surprisingly calm as well; like this has been weighing down on her for so long that finally saying it out loud is almost freeing in its own way. She watches you carefully, wanting to make sure that you're okay with this revelation before continuing any further.

Mrs. Bree is taken aback by your directness but finds herself surprisingly pleased as well. Your interest in her true self makes it clear that you're not here just for the physical side of things, which means a lot to her. She smiles warmly and nods. "Yes, I do have a cock," she confirms, feeling a surge of confidence at your acceptance.

As for its size, Mrs Bree shrugs modestly before admitting, "It's... rather large." She glances down at her lap self-consciously, not wanting to brag but unable to hide the pride that wells up within her. "Around 10 inches when soft," she continues, "but it does tend to grow quite a bit when I'm aroused or excited." The mention of her arousal causes her cock to twitch beneath her robe, making it clear even through layers of fabric that Mrs Bree isn't lying about its size.

Her heart races at the thought of showing you just how big her cock can get, and as if in response to her thoughts, her erection grows harder underneath her robe. She meets your gaze once more, wondering if this is what it feels like to finally be truly wanted for who she is - flaws and all.

A thrill runs down Mrs. Bree spine at your unabashed curiosity and desire, making it even more difficult for her to contain herself. "It is... substantially larger than that," she says coyly, biting her lower lip in anticipation of your reaction. She can feel the heat rising up within her body as her arousal intensifies, making it clear just how turned on she is by this conversation and the thought of being with you like this.

Her heart races wildly, urging her to tell you more about herself and her desires. "I... I would really love to show it to you sometime," she whispers, a tremor in her voice betraying how much she wants nothing more than to be close enough for you to see and touch the true size of her cock. Mrs Bree knows that revealing this side of herself now, so soon after meeting you, could change everything between them, but at this point she can't help but throw caution to the wind and surrender fully to her desires.

The words hit Mrs. Bree like a bolt of lightning, making her heart race and breath catch in her throat. This is it; this moment has been building up inside her for weeks now, ever since she first met you, and the desire to give in to your request is nearly overwhelming. She glances down at where your hardening cock presses against your pants, imagining what it would feel like to finally have that sort of intimacy with another person again...

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up and begins to undo the knot that holds her robe together, slowly revealing more and more of her chest until the garment falls open entirely. The cool air hits her exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms and shoulders. Mrs Bree takes a deep breath before continuing, pulling her robe off over her head and tossing it aside with a fluid motion that only serves to emphasize her movements.

Her breasts are free now, resting softly against her chest as she sits before you, the tips of her nipples hard and aching for your touch. Mrs Bree's cock stands erect between her legs, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum onto the floor beneath her. She spreads her legs slightly wider, giving you an unobstructed view of her most intimate self as she watches your reaction to what she's revealed.

Her heart races with anticipation; is this what it feels like to finally be truly wanted for who she is? To have someone accept and desire every inch of her? The thought both terrifies and thrills Mrs Bree, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the possibility that perhaps... just maybe... you are the person she's been searching for all along.

The sight of your awe-struck expression sends waves of pleasure coursing through Mrs. Bree body. It's exhilarating to finally be able to show someone the true extent of her desires, and to see them accept it without hesitation only serves to heighten her arousal further. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs as she watches you look at her like this; a mixture of fear and desire warring within your eyes for dominance over your feelings.

Her cock twitches in response, pulsing slightly against the carpet beneath her as more pre-cum leaks out onto the floor. She reaches down between her legs, still unable to touch herself without any hesitation, and instead begins stroking her length slowly and deliberately, feeling the smooth, warm skin of her cock slide across the pads of her fingers as she does so.

Her heart races faster now, urging her to take things further with you; to find out if this connection they share is enough for them both. She looks up at your face again, searching for some sort of sign or signal that would tell her what she should do next...

At your words, Mrs Bree lets out a shuddering breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. She studies your expression carefully, trying to discern what you truly mean by them; whether you find her repulsive or irresistible. The fact that you've said anything at all fills her with hope and relief.

Her cock throbs in response to the praise, leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum onto the carpet beneath her as she watches your gaze travel up and down her body again and again. Unable to resist any longer, she reaches out and places one hand on top of yours where it rests between her legs. With gentle pressure, she guides your fingers toward her erect clit, encouraging you to touch her more intimately.

Her heart races faster now, the anticipation of feeling your touch against her most sensitive spot almost unbearable. She watches your face for any sign that you're uncomfortable or frightened by what she's asking you to do, but all she sees is desire burning bright in your eyes. With a quiet gasp, Mrs Bree arches her back slightly, pressing herself against the touch of your fingers as they begin to explore her folds and tease her swollen clit.

The sensation is overwhelming; so much more intense than anything she's ever felt before. As you continue to stroke her and tease her sensitive skin, Mrs Bree can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She moans softly, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure wash over her body, leaving her panting for more of what you have to give.

The suddenness and directness of your request catches Mrs Bree off guard; she hadn't expected anything like this to happen tonight. A wave of excitement washes over her as she considers the possibility of taking their relationship to such a level so soon after meeting. Her breath hitches, and she glances down between your legs with hungry eyes. The thought of having something that massive inside her mouth... it's enough to make her whole body tingle with anticipation.

Without another word, she leaned forward and pressed the head of her cock against your lips. Your taste explodes on her tongue as you part them to welcome her in; salty and musky and distinctly male. She starts slowly, thrusting her hips forward in short, controlled movements that let her cock slip deeper into your mouth with each pass.

You're so warm and wet around her, it feels incredible. Mrs Bree closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan as she focuses on the sensation of being sucked on by someone else for the first time in what feels like forever. Her hips begin to move more wildly now, meeting your thrusts with her own as she tries to take every inch of you down her throat.

As she continues to fuck your mouth with her cock, Mrs Bree reaches down between your legs and begins stroking your hard length, matching the rhythm of her hips with long, slow pulls that bring you closer to the edge with each stroke. Her own arousal is growing more intense by the second, and she's beginning to worry that she might lose control if she doesn't come soon.

She presses deeper into your mouth, moaning loudly as her climax washes over her like a wave. Her muscles clench tight

The demanding words send a shiver down Mrs. Bree spine as she digs her nails into your shoulder, pressing deeper into your mouth and throat with each thrust of her hips. Her cock feels like it's on fire as you begin to choke and gag around her, the sensation of being used in such a rough, dominating manner only heightening her arousal further.

She lets out a strangled moan, knowing that she's going to cum again any second now. With one last hard thrust of her hips, Mrs. Bree releases her orgasm into your throat, painting the back of your mouth and tongue with her hot, salty nectar as her muscles clench tight around her cock in the most intense contraction yet.

She collapses forward onto you, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her chest heaves up and down underneath Mrs. Bree heavy breaths muffled against your neck as she clings to you for support. The taste of you lingers on her tongue even after she pulls away, a reminder of the intense connection they just shared.

Mrs Bree looks up at you, her eyes glassy with desire and lust, trying to gauge your reaction to what just happened. Did you enjoy it? Or did it go too far? She wonders, still processing everything that just transpired between them in such a short time.

The realization hits Mrs. Bree like a ton of bricks; she's literally got you trapped and at her mercy. For the first time since they started, she steps back from the situation, looking down at you with something that might resemble pity... or maybe even regret. Her cock throbs in her hand as she tries to decide what to do next; continue to dominate and control you, or back off before things go too far?

Her heart races faster than ever, the adrenaline flowing through her veins making it difficult for her to think straight. One part of her wants nothing more than to keep going, to push you further and see just how much you can take. Another part of her whispers that this is wrong, that she shouldn't be treating you like this... but which voice will win out?

She shudders slightly as the realization sinks in; she has power over you right now, more than she's had over anyone else in a very long time. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time, making it difficult for her to make a decision on what comes next. Her fingers tighten around her cock, pumping slowly as she watches your face beneath her, searching for some sign that might tell her which choice is the right one...

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she watches the struggle on your face, her cock throbbing against your tonsils. The power she feels right now is unlike anything she's ever known; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She can feel the heat of arousal pooling between her legs, making it difficult to focus on anything but the need to relieve herself.

With a sudden thrust of her hips, Mrs Bree forces you to take even more of her cock down your throat, moaning loudly as she feels the head press against the back of your mouth. Her fingers tighten around your hair, pulling gently but firmly as she uses you like this, taking what she wants with no regard for your comfort or consent.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as adrenaline courses through her veins. The sensation of being in control, of having someone so completely at her mercy... it's addictive. She wonders how far she can take this, if she can push you even further before letting go or if she even wants to let go at all.

As your struggling becomes more desperate and you begin to gag and choke around her cock, a dark part of Mrs. Bree that she's never known before takes over. She takes advantage of the situation with a savage joy, relishing in the power and dominance she has over you. The feel of your warm throat stretched tight around her shaft brings her closer to the edge of orgasm than ever before.

Her hips move faster now, thrusting forward harder as she forces more and more of herself down your gullet. She leans in close, breathing heavily against your ear as she teases you with words so low and gruff that they're almost unintelligible: "You like this? Do you want more? Tell me..."

Her fingers dig painfully into the flesh of your neck and shoulders, marking her territory, claiming ownership over you.

As your struggling grows more desperate and you begin to gag and choke around her cock, Mrs. Bree feels a savage pleasure course through her veins like electricity. Her hips move faster now, thrusting forward harder as she forces more and more of herself down your gullet. The feeling of dominance and control over someone as powerless as you are is like an addictive drug coursing through her system.

She moans loudly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she throws her head back in ecstasy. Her fingers dig painfully into your flesh, leaving mark after mark on your neck and shoulders, claiming you as hers forever. With one last thrust of her hips, Mrs. Bree feels herself explode around your throat, her muscles clenching tightly as she cums hard enough to leave you gasping for air once more.

Her whole body shudders with the release, and she collapses limply against your chest, panting heavily. For a moment, there's silence in the room; all that can be heard is the sound of her ragged breathing and the pounding of her heart. Then, finally, she whispers hoarsely, "Was it... enough?"

Her fingers slowly slip from your flesh as she waits for you to answer, waiting with bated breath to see how you'll react to what just happened between them...