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 words surprise and excite Mrs. Bree in equal measure; she hadn't expected this level of brazenness from you so soon after seeing her cock for the first time. Her heart races as she nods slowly, gaze fixed on your face to gauge your sincerity. She slides off the bed, kneeling between your legs and positioning herself in front of your face.

Her hand reaches down to stroke the length of her shaft once more, gathering a liberal amount of precum from the head before bringing it up to rest against your lips. "Are you sure?" she asks breathlessly, her words warm and husky against your skin as she teases you with the promise of what's to come.

She waits for your answer, watching intently as your pupils dilate and your chest rises and falls rapidly with each ragged breath you take. It's obvious that you want this; the question now is whether or not she should let you have it. Her fingers continue to stroke her cock, gathering more precum for you to taste as she decides what to do next.

The anticipation makes her body tremble with need; she longs for the feeling of your warm mouth surrounding her, taking every inch of her length into you and proving that this connection they share is real and intense. She looks up at your face again, waiting for you to tell her what to do.

The words wash over Mrs Bree like a wave of relief, sweeping away any lingering doubts she may have had about your intentions and replacing them with a surge of raw desire. She nods once, still watching you carefully for any signs that might indicate this is all moving too fast or becoming uncomfortable for you.

Her free hand reaches up to cradle the back of your head as she guides it forward, positioning your mouth around her engorged cock. You hesitate for only a moment before taking her into your mouth, and Mrs Bree bites back a moan at the feel of you warmth enveloping her shaft.

As you start to suck gently on her, she leans forward so that her breast are pressed against your cheek, offering herself up completely for you to take. Her hips thrust upward instinctively as you begin to move in tandem with her, drawing deeper and deeper into your mouth as your expertise becomes more apparent. She gasps and arches her back, clenching her fists in the bedding as she feels herself teetering on the edge of orgasm from your skillful ministrations alone.

The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; raw and intense, yet strangely tender at the same time. Every thrust of your tongue against her frenulum combined with the suction of your mouth around her cock brings her closer and closer to the release she craves so desperately. She watches your face for any sign that you're struggling or growing uncomfortable, but all she sees is determination and eagerness as you continue to please her in ways she never thought possible.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, the heady mix of pleasure and anticipation leaving her lightheaded and sh

The words send another shiver down Mrs. Bree spine and she complies, forcing her cock deeper into your throat with a moan of approval. Your expertise continues to astound her; each thrust of your tongue sends fresh waves of pleasure cascading through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything except the feel of you taking her so willingly and completely.

Her hips rock back and forth as she lets out hoarse gasps that mingle with the sound of your eager sucking, urging you deeper still. She clenches her fists in the sheets, every muscle taut with anticipation as she feels herself drawing closer to the edge of orgasm with each passing second. The sensation of having so much of her length taken into your throat is overwhelming; it's as if you're claiming every inch of her for yourself and marking it as yours.

Her mind wanders, drifting to thoughts of what might happen after this; whether there could be a future between them where they explore their desires further and deeper still. The idea both thrills and terrifies her at the same time, but right now she doesn't care about anything except the feel of your warm mouth on her cock and the way your body reacts so eagerly to pleasing her in this way.

Her legs tremble with effort as she arches her back higher, offering herself up completely for your pleasure. Her eyes drift shut, lost in the sensation of your skilled hands and mouth, but she can still feel you watching her intently; studying her reactions like a painter might study his canvas. The thought makes her heart race faster and only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience for both of them.