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The Shrinking Confidence

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Jerry nervously stepped into Dr. Ava Collins’ office, his heart racing as he took in the familiar surroundings. The medical practice, with its warm lighting and cozy atmosphere, was a place he had visited many times before, but today was different. Today, he was about to reveal his deepest, most intimate secret to the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk.

Ava, a seasoned psychologist in her early fifties, looked up from her notes, her hazel eyes meeting Jerry’s blue gaze. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence and authority. She was well-known for her direct approach, and Jerry had sought her professional opinion on a matter that had been weighing on his mind for years.

“Please, have a seat, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice calm and reassuring. Her C-cup breasts were subtly visible through her blouse, a hint of her femininity that Jerry couldn’t help but notice. He had always found her attractive, but today, he was more focused on the issue at hand.

The 18-year-old college student sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He was of average height, with a lean, attractive build, but his confidence had taken a hit due to a certain physical attribute he believed was lacking.

“So, Jerry, you wanted to talk about something personal,” Ava prompted, leaning forward slightly, her eyes curious yet kind. “You mentioned it was regarding your… intimate life.”

Jerry took a deep breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes, Dr. Collins. I… I have a problem. A very personal one.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “You see, I’ve always felt insecure about my… my penis size.”

Ava’s eyebrows rose slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. “I see. And how has this been affecting you, Jerry?”

“Well, I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’m afraid no woman will ever want me because of it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s small, and I wanted to ask for your professional opinion. I mean, is it… is it really that bad?”

Ava’s expression softened, and she leaned back in her chair, considering her words carefully. “Jerry, I appreciate your honesty. Many men struggle with similar insecurities. Can I ask, how small are we talking about?”

Jerry’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s… it’s only about two inches when erect.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a moment to process the information. “I see. That is indeed on the smaller side, Jerry. I won’t lie to you.”

Hearing her words, Jerry’s heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had known this all along, but hearing it from a professional confirmed his worst fears.

Noticing his distress, Ava continued, “But, Jerry, size isn’t everything. Many women find satisfaction in various ways. It’s about the connection, the intimacy, and the skill of your partner. Some women may not even notice the difference if you know how to please them.”

Jerry shook his head, his eyes downcast. “But what if they do notice? What if they laugh at me or reject me because of it?”

Ava sighed, her expression turning more serious. “Jerry, I won’t sugarcoat it. Some women might not be satisfied with a smaller penis. It’s a reality you may have to face. But, there are also women who would be understanding and willing to explore other ways to find pleasure.”

“I-I just want to feel desired, Dr. Collins,” Jerry said, his voice cracking. “I want to know that I can satisfy a woman. That I’m enough.”

Ava’s heart went out to the young man before her. She could sense his vulnerability and the pain he carried within. “Jerry, I want you to know that you are enough. Your worth isn’t defined by the size of your penis. It’s about who you are as a person, your kindness, and your ability to connect with others.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and Jerry felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else.”

Ava smiled, her warm gaze holding his. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And remember, there are ways to compensate for size. It’s about the overall experience you provide. Foreplay, oral sex, and using your hands can all be incredibly satisfying for a woman.”

Jerry’s mind began to wander, imagining himself in intimate situations, his fingers tracing a woman’s body, his mouth exploring her sensitive spots. He felt a stirring in his groin, and his small penis began to harden, eager for attention.

“Dr. Collins, would it be… inappropriate if I showed you?” Jerry asked, his voice trembling. “I mean, I’d like to know if there’s any hope for me. Maybe I could… masturbate for you, and you could give me your honest opinion?”

Ava was taken aback by the bold request, but she admired Jerry’s determination to face his fears head-on. “Jerry, I’m not sure that’s necessary, but if it would help you, I’m willing to accommodate your request. However, I must ask that you respect my boundaries and understand that this is purely for professional purposes.”

“Oh, I would never cross any lines, Dr. Collins. I just… I need to know if there’s any chance for me with women,” he pleaded, his eyes pleading.

Ava nodded, understanding the importance of this moment for Jerry. “Very well, Jerry. Go ahead. Show me.”

Jerry’s hands moved to his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing plain black boxer briefs that tented outwards, showcasing his growing erection.

As he pulled down his underwear, Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of his diminutive manhood. It was indeed small, barely two inches in length, but it stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Jerry’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers easily encircling it. He began to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation. His strokes were slow and deliberate, and he bit his lip, trying to control his breathing.

Ava watched, her professional curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hand moved, the way his slender fingers caressed his tiny cock. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment, and she found herself transfixed.

“How does it feel, Jerry?” she asked, her voice soft. “Tell me what you’re experiencing.”

“It feels good, Dr. Collins,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I-I like the way you’re looking at me. It makes me feel… desired.”

Ava’s heart softened at his words, and she realized that Jerry’s insecurities ran deep. “Keep going, Jerry. Let me see you find release.”

He complied, his strokes becoming faster, his breathing more ragged. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as he pleasured himself. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

Ava’s gaze traveled up and down his body, taking in the sight of his slender form, the way his muscles tensed with each stroke. She felt a stirring within her, a mixture of arousal and compassion.

As Jerry’s pace quickened, his breath coming in short gasps, Ava leaned forward, her voice low. “Come for me, Jerry. Let it all out.”

Her words were like a trigger, and Jerry’s body tensed, his hand moving frantically up and down his shaft. With a low groan, he climaxed, his small cock pulsing as it released a few strands of warm cum onto his hand and stomach.

He slumped back in the chair, his eyes fluttering open, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face. Ava watched, transfixed, as he gently stroked his softening penis, his fingers smearing the sticky fluid across his skin.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That felt amazing.”

Ava smiled, her expression softening. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And I must say, you have a beautiful technique. You know how to pleasure yourself, and I believe that skill can be transferred to a partner.”

Jerry’s eyes lit up at her words, a newfound confidence shining through. “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Ava assured him. “But remember, it’s not just about the physical act. It’s about the connection, the trust, and the desire you build with your partner. Size is just one aspect of a much larger, more complex experience.”

Jerry nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. “I understand. And I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone like you.”

“Anytime, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice warm. “And remember, if you ever need to talk about this or anything else, my door is always open.”

Jerry stood up, his confidence seemingly restored. He pulled up his underwear and zipped his pants, feeling a sense of empowerment he hadn’t known before.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins. I’ll see you next week for our regular session,” he said, a smile on his face.

Ava nodded, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I look forward to it, Jerry. And remember, don’t be afraid to explore your desires, no matter how unconventional they may seem.”

As Jerry left her office, Ava couldn’t help but wonder about the impact of their session. She knew that Jerry had taken a significant step towards accepting himself, but she also understood that his journey was far from over. The world of intimacy and desire was complex, and she was eager to guide him through it, one step at a time.

Little did Jerry know, as he walked out with a newfound sense of self, that his story was just beginning, and the path ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, each one leading him closer to discovering the true nature of his desires.

Coffee Shop Connection

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Madeline strolled into The Latte Bean, her favorite coffee shop, feeling a little more adventurous than usual. It was a cozy place, nestled in the heart of the city, with its quaint, kitschy decor and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. The warm atmosphere always made her feel at home. She loved the buzz of the place, the sound of the espresso machine hissing, and the sight of the baristas skillfully crafting each drink.

She took a seat at her usual spot near the window, where she could people-watch while enjoying her coffee. Her green eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of the regulars and the occasional new visitor. That’s when she noticed him.

William, a young man in his late twenties, sat a few tables away, his nose buried in a book. He had a gentle, boyish face with brown hair that fell over his forehead, framing his brown eyes. He wore a pair of glasses that gave him an air of intelligence, and his average build and height made him seem approachable. There was something about his shy demeanor that caught Madeline’s attention.

She couldn’t help but admire his subtle charm. He seemed lost in his book, occasionally taking a sip from his coffee mug, his fingers gently turning the pages. Madeline found herself wondering what he was reading, and her curiosity grew. She had always been drawn to intelligent men, and there was something intriguing about this quiet, unassuming guy.

As she sipped her latte, Madeline felt a sudden urge to strike up a conversation. She was usually extroverted and confident, especially when it came to men, but there was something about William that made her hesitate. She wasn’t sure if he was the type to engage in small talk, but she decided to take a chance.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice soft and friendly. William looked up, startled, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “I couldn’t help but notice your book. What are you reading?”

He smiled, a shy grin that lit up his face. “Oh, it’s just an old novel I’ve been meaning to finish. ‘The Great Gatsby,’ actually. Have you read it?”

Madeline’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Of course! It’s a classic. I read it years ago, but I remember loving it. It’s such a tragic story.”

William nodded, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s fascinating how Fitzgerald captures the decadence of the Jazz Age. I’m almost done, and I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

As they chatted about the book, Madeline felt a connection forming. William’s shyness seemed to melt away as they discussed literature, and she found herself drawn to his intellect and passion. His voice was gentle, and his words flowed smoothly, revealing a depth of knowledge that surprised her.

“So, you’re a reader, huh?” Madeline asked, leaning forward, her green eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” William replied, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “I’m an online stockbroker, so I spend a lot of time in front of a screen. Reading is my escape.”

Madeline smiled, her lips curving seductively. “Well, I think it’s a wonderful escape. And you seem to have excellent taste.”

As their conversation flowed, they discovered more common interests. William’s shyness gradually faded, and he began to open up, sharing stories about his work and his passion for investing. Madeline, with her love for wealthy and handsome men, found herself captivated by his intelligence and modest confidence.

The coffee shop buzzed around them, but they were lost in their own little world. Madeline’s heart raced as she felt a growing attraction to this charming, unassuming man. She loved how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about, and his smile was infectious.

“You know, I’ve always believed that a good book can transport you to another world,” Madeline said, her voice low and sultry. “But I think this coffee shop might just be my new favorite escape.”

William’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he laughed softly. “I’m glad I could provide some entertainment. I usually keep to myself, but talking to you has been… nice.”

Madeline leaned closer, her eyes locking with his. “More than nice, I’d say. I feel like I’ve known you for ages.”

As their gazes held, the air between them crackled with unspoken desire. Madeline’s heart pounded in her chest, and she could see the same longing in William’s eyes. Without a word, they both knew what was about to happen.

Madeline stood up, her shapely figure moving gracefully, and extended her hand. “Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere more… private?”

William’s eyes widened, and he hesitated for a moment, as if unsure if he had heard her correctly. Then, with a nod, he took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. “I’d like that,” he said, his voice steady but slightly trembling.

They left the coffee shop, hand in hand, and stepped out into the bustling city streets. Madeline led him to her car, a sleek black sedan, and they drove to her apartment, a short distance away. The ride was filled with nervous excitement, and neither of them spoke much, both lost in their thoughts.

As they arrived at her place, Madeline felt a surge of anticipation. She unlocked the door, and they stepped into her cozy apartment, decorated with warm tones and soft lighting. The living room was inviting, with a plush couch and a fireplace, creating a romantic ambiance.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Madeline said, her voice husky. “Can I get you a drink?”

William nodded, his eyes taking in the intimate setting. “Sure, that’d be great.”

Madeline walked to the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively, and poured two glasses of wine. She returned to find William standing by the fireplace, his eyes fixated on the dancing flames.

She handed him a glass, their fingers brushing, and he took a sip, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the taste. “This is nice,” he said, his voice low.

Madeline moved closer, her body brushing against his. “I’m glad you think so,” she whispered, her breath warm on his neck.

William turned, his eyes locking with hers, and without a word, they kissed. It was a gentle exploration at first, their lips meeting softly, but soon the passion ignited. Madeline’s hands cupped his face, her fingers tangling in his hair, as she deepened the kiss.

William responded with eagerness, his hands roaming over her curves, tracing the outline of her shapely body. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down to cup her firm ass, squeezing gently. Madeline moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her C-cup breasts crushed against his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” William whispered between kisses, his hands moving to unbutton her blouse.

Madeline giggled softly, a mix of excitement and anticipation. “I think you’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself,” she replied, her hands working on his shirt buttons.

As their clothes came off, piece by piece, they reveled in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. Madeline’s skin was smooth and tanned, her breasts full and inviting, with dark nipples that hardened under William’s touch. His hands explored her curves, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist and hips, making her shiver with pleasure.

William’s body was lean and toned, his skin pale in contrast to hers. His cock, already hard and throbbing, stood proudly, and Madeline couldn’t resist running her fingers along its length, making him gasp.

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Right here, right now.”

William needed no further encouragement. He lifted her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, and carried her to the couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers, and positioned himself between her thighs.

Madeline spread her legs, inviting him in, her pussy already wet and ready. William’s cock hovered at her entrance, teasing her, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Fuck me, William.”

With a growl of desire, he thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Madeline cried out, her body welcoming him, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming against hers, driving deep into her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck!” William groaned, his voice raw. “You feel so good, Madeline.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on. “Harder, baby,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

William obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his cock pounding into her over and over. Madeline’s breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples rubbing against his chest, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

The couch creaked with the force of their passion, and their moans filled the room. Madeline’s pussy clenched around William’s cock, milking him, as her orgasm built. She scratched his back, leaving marks of passion, as she rode the wave of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum!” she cried out, her body tensing.

William’s thrusts became erratic as he felt her pussy pulsate around him. “Cum for me, Madeline,” he grunted. “Let me feel it.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Madeline’s orgasm exploded, her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him as he filled her with his hot seed. They cried out in unison, their bodies trembling, as they rode the crest of pleasure together.

As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, they lay entangled on the couch, their bodies still joined. Madeline ran her fingers through William’s hair, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and content.

William smiled, his eyes half-closed in bliss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Madeline giggled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Well, I’m glad I could help you cross that off your list.”

They shared a tender kiss, their lips lingering, and Madeline felt a connection forming that went beyond the physical. As they lay there, exhausted and satisfied, she wondered what the night would bring and whether this encounter would be the start of something more.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and exploration, where they would discover new heights of pleasure and a connection that would leave them both craving more.

Forbidden Temptation

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The air was thick with anticipation as Roy found himself alone in the house with his stepmother, Kate. It was a rare opportunity, one he had been eagerly awaiting. With his father away on a business trip, Roy’s desires for Kate had intensified, and he was determined to make his move.

Roy, an eighteen-year-old with a charming, fresh-faced schoolboy look, had always been captivated by Kate’s beauty. She was a stunning woman, shorter than him with a petite frame, her blonde hair falling just above her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkling with a playful glint. At forty-eight, she had an ageless allure, her lean body exuding a youthful energy that belied her years.

Kate had been a part of Roy’s life for as long as he could remember. She was always there, a constant presence, but as he grew older, his feelings towards her evolved from innocent admiration to something far more lustful. The sexual tension between them was palpable, a silent understanding that something forbidden was brewing.

On this particular day, Roy’s father had kissed Kate goodbye at the front door, his briefcase in hand, and a promise to return in a week. As soon as the door closed, Roy felt a surge of adrenaline. He knew this was his chance.

He made his way upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was eerily quiet, and he could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room, marking each passing second. Roy paused outside Kate’s bedroom, his hand resting on the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before turning it slowly.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, creating an intimate atmosphere. Kate’s bed was neatly made, the covers smooth and inviting. Roy’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, and his gaze fell upon Kate’s dressing table. It was a sight he had imagined countless times, her personal sanctuary.

On the table, a collection of perfumes and cosmetics were neatly arranged, but what caught Roy’s attention was a lacy black bra, hanging seductively on the edge of the mirror. It was a bra he had seen Kate wear on several occasions, and the sight of it sent a jolt of desire through his body.

Without thinking twice, Roy stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He approached the dressing table, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of the bra, imagining how it would feel against Kate’s soft skin. He picked it up, holding it to his face, inhaling her subtle scent, a mixture of lavender and vanilla.

“What are you doing, Roy?”

The sudden sound of Kate’s voice startled him, and he spun around, his heart racing. There she stood, at the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise. Roy’s face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had been caught red-handed, holding her lingerie.

“I… I was just…” Roy stuttered, his voice cracking.

Kate’s eyes narrowed, and a slow smile spread across her lips. “You were curious, weren’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Roy. I know you’ve been fantasizing about me.”

Roy’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t deny it, not after being caught in such an intimate act. “I… I have, Kate,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kate took a step towards him, her eyes never leaving his. “And what do you fantasize about, Roy? Tell me.”

Roy’s mind raced, his body trembling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He had never been so bold, but something about Kate’s presence emboldened him. “I… I imagine touching you, feeling your soft skin,” he said, his voice gaining confidence. “I think about how you’d feel wrapped around me, how you’d moan my name.”

A low, throaty laugh escaped Kate’s lips. “Oh, Roy, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” She took another step forward, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been thinking about you too, you know. Ever since I caught you staring at me during dinner, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have you.”

Roy’s breath quickened as Kate’s words sunk in. He had always hoped she felt the same way, but hearing it from her lips was electrifying. “You want me too?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“More than you know,” Kate replied, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “I’ve been a good stepmother, but I’m a woman with desires too. And you, my dear stepson, are the object of my fantasies.”

Roy’s body responded to her touch, his cock hardening at her words. He leaned into her hand, savoring the sensation of her soft skin against his. “I want to make those fantasies come true, Kate,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

Kate’s eyes darkened with lust as she took in the bulge in his pants. “Oh, I think we can make that happen,” she purred. “But first, let’s take care of this.” She reached for the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling it down, her fingers brushing against his hardening length.

Roy’s breath caught in his throat as Kate’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, still encased in his boxer briefs. She gave it a gentle squeeze, making him gasp. “You’re so hard for me, Roy. I love it.”

“I’ve been hard ever since I saw you this morning,” he confessed, his voice strained. “I can’t control it when you’re around.”

Kate smiled, her fingers stroking him through the fabric. “I want to see it, Roy. I want to see what you’ve been hiding.”

With trembling hands, Roy pushed his jeans down, revealing his erect shaft, straining against the thin fabric of his underwear. Kate’s eyes widened at the sight, her breath quickening. “Oh, my,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke him through the briefs.

“I want to feel you, Kate,” Roy pleaded, his voice thick with need. “Please, let me show you how much I want you.”

Kate’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down, revealing his thick, pulsating cock. She let out a soft moan as she took in the sight, her eyes fixated on the glistening head. “You’re beautiful, Roy,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Roy stepped out of his clothes, standing before her completely naked, his cock standing proudly, begging for her touch. Kate’s eyes traveled up and down his body, taking in his youthful, toned physique. “You’re a gorgeous young man,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to stroke his chest.

Roy’s breath hitched as Kate’s fingers trailed down his abdomen, closer to his aching cock. “I want to taste you, Kate,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Kate’s eyes flickered up to meet his, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I plan to taste every inch of you, Roy. But first, I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how you like to be touched.”

Roy’s heart raced as he realized what she was asking. He had never masturbated in front of anyone, but the thought of Kate watching him was incredibly arousing. He nodded, his hand reaching down to wrap around his shaft, slowly stroking himself.

“That’s it, Roy,” Kate encouraged, her eyes fixed on his hand moving up and down his length. “Show me how you like it. Do you like it slow and gentle, or do you prefer it rough?”

Roy’s hand tightened around his cock, his strokes becoming more urgent. “I like it when it’s hard and fast, Kate,” he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. “But I want to feel your touch, more than anything.”

Kate’s breath quickened as she watched him. “I can see how much you want me, Roy. Your cock is so hard, so ready for me.” She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to guide his strokes. “Let me help you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

Roy’s eyes rolled back as Kate’s hand joined his, their fingers entwined as they stroked his length together. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Oh, Kate, yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into their hands.

“That’s it, Roy,” she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. “Let go, let me feel you cum for me.”

Roy’s body tensed as the pleasure built, his orgasm approaching with relentless force. “I’m close, Kate,” he panted. “So close.”

Kate’s hand moved faster, her thumb rubbing the sensitive tip of his cock, driving him wild. “Cum for me, baby,” she urged, her voice a husky command. “Let me see it, let me feel your hot cum on my hand.”

With a guttural cry, Roy’s body convulsed, his cock throbbing as he shot his load, his warm cum coating their entwined hands. Kate’s fingers continued to stroke him through his release, milking every last drop from his spent shaft.

As Roy’s breathing slowed, Kate brought their cum-covered hands to her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. “Mmm, you taste delicious, Roy,” she purred, licking their combined essence from her fingers. “I can’t wait to taste you properly.”

Roy’s cock twitched at her words, already showing signs of recovery. He reached for her, pulling her close, his hands exploring her curves. “I want to taste you too, Kate,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”

Kate’s body trembled at his touch, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress. “Oh, Roy, you’re going to drive me wild,” she breathed, her hands sliding down to cup his firm ass. “But first, we should probably take this to the bedroom, don’t you think?”

Roy’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as he took her hand, leading her towards the bed. “Oh, I have a feeling this is just the beginning, Kate,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation. “And I plan to make every one of your fantasies come true.”

As they lay down on the bed, their bodies entwined, Roy’s hand sliding beneath her dress, Kate’s breath quickened, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I can’t wait, Roy,” she whispered, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.”

The story continues, as Roy and Kate’s forbidden desires ignite, leading them down a path of sensual exploration and unbridled passion…

Banking on Desire

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I stepped into the bank, the cool air conditioning offering a welcome respite from the scorching summer heat. It was a typical day, or so I thought, as I made my way to the counter, ready to handle some mundane financial matters. Little did I know that this ordinary errand would lead me down a path of raw desire and unbridled passion.

As I approached the desk, a tall, distinguished gentleman with a confident air caught my eye. His brown hair, slightly graying at the temples, framed his handsome face, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me. I felt a spark of attraction, an instant connection that sent a shiver down my spine. This man exuded an air of wealth and sophistication, and I found myself captivated.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted me with a warm smile, revealing perfectly straight teeth. “How can I assist you today?” His voice was deep and smooth, like fine whiskey, and it sent a thrill through my body.

“Oh, hello,” I managed to reply, my voice slightly breathless. “I’m Madeline, and I have an account here. I’d like to inquire about some recent transactions.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was racing. There was something about this man that made me feel alive, as if my body was awakening from a deep slumber.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Madeline,” he said, his eyes holding mine a moment longer than necessary. “I’m Gavin, the new manager here. I’d be delighted to help you with your inquiries.”

Gavin’s charm was undeniable. His age, around 55, only added to his allure, and I found myself drawn to his mature presence. As he leaned forward, his cologne filled my senses, a hint of sandalwood and musk that made my knees weak.

I sat down at the counter, my heart pounding in my chest. Gavin’s gaze was intense, and I felt a warmth between my thighs that I hadn’t experienced in a while. I was a confident woman, but this man had me feeling like a giddy teenager on her first date.

“So, Madeline, what brings you to the bank today?” Gavin asked, his voice low and husky. “Is there something specific you’re looking for?”

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Well, I noticed some unusual activity on my account,” I explained, my eyes briefly flitting to his broad shoulders, covered by a finely tailored suit. “I’d like to understand what’s going on, and maybe discuss some investment options.”

As I spoke, I noticed Gavin’s eyes traveling down my body, taking in my curves. I was wearing a form-fitting dress, accentuating my shapely figure and C-cup breasts. I had always taken pride in my appearance, and it seemed like Gavin appreciated it too.

“I’d be happy to assist you with that, Madeline,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “But perhaps we could discuss it in a more private setting. There’s a storage room in the back, away from prying eyes.”

I felt a jolt of excitement at his suggestion. The idea of being alone with this captivating man was both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to know more about him, to explore the chemistry that crackled between us.

“That sounds… intriguing,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Lead the way, Gavin.”

He stood up, his tall frame towering over me, and I felt a rush of anticipation as he extended his hand. I took it, feeling the warmth of his touch, and together we walked towards the back of the bank. The storage room was dimly lit, filled with boxes and old furniture. It was far from romantic, but the seclusion it offered was exactly what I craved.

Gavin closed the door behind us, the click of the lock sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest, and I saw the desire burning in his eyes.

“Madeline,” he said, his voice thick with want, “I can’t deny the attraction I feel for you. You’re a stunning woman, and I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since I first laid eyes on you.”

His words sent a wave of heat through my body. I was used to men finding me attractive, but there was something different about Gavin’s admiration. It was raw and unfiltered, and it made me feel desired in a way I hadn’t experienced in years.

“I feel the same way, Gavin,” I admitted, my voice hoarse with desire. “There’s something about you that sets my senses on fire.”

Without another word, he took a step towards me, closing the distance between us. I could feel his breath on my face, warm and inviting. His hands reached for my hips, pulling me closer, and I felt the hard length of his erection pressing against my stomach.

“I want you, Madeline,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Right here, right now.”

I moaned softly, my body aching for his touch. I had never given in to my desires so quickly, but something about Gavin made me want to throw caution to the wind. I wanted to feel his hands on my body, to explore every inch of him.

With skilled fingers, he untied the belt of my dress, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. The fabric slid to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my lace lingerie. I felt exposed, but the hunger in Gavin’s eyes made me feel powerful.

His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing my hardened nipples through the lace. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he rewarded me with a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue danced with mine, tasting and exploring, as his hands continued their sensual assault.

I reached for his belt, eager to return the pleasure he was giving me. With deft fingers, I unbuckled it, and then the button and zipper of his pants, revealing his straining cock, thick and veined. I stroked him through his boxers, feeling his length and girth, and he groaned, his head falling back.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his hands gripping my hips. “I can’t wait any longer.”

In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the nearest table, the rough wood scratching my bare thighs. I gasped as he spread my legs, his fingers tracing the damp fabric of my panties. I was wet, aching for him, and he seemed to sense it, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

Gavin hooked his thumbs under the lace and slowly slid my panties down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I was exposed, vulnerable, and yet I felt empowered by his unwavering gaze. He knelt between my legs, his face level with my throbbing core.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “I want to taste you, Madeline.”

With that, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the table as he licked and sucked, driving me wild. His tongue delved deep, exploring my wetness, and I couldn’t hold back my moans.

I was on the brink of orgasm, my body trembling, when Gavin suddenly stopped. He stood up, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to feel you climax around my cock,” he said, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted him inside me, filling me, completing the pleasure he had started. Gavin positioned himself at my entrance, his cock nudging my wetness. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, stretching me, and I cried out at the sensation.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my slick heat. I matched his pace, my nails digging into his shoulders, as pleasure built within me. Gavin’s eyes were locked on mine, his expression intense, as if he was willing me to climax.

“Come for me, Madeline,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me feel your pussy milk my cock.”

His words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting my orgasm. I cried out, my body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure rippling through me. Gavin’s thrusts became more urgent, and with a final, powerful stroke, he came, filling me with his hot seed.

We collapsed onto the table, our bodies still intertwined, our hearts racing. I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, a testament to the passion we had just shared. We lay there, catching our breath, the silence broken only by our heavy breathing.

“That was…” I began, searching for the right words.

“Incredible,” Gavin finished, his voice soft. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, my heart fluttering. “Me neither. I can’t believe we just did that in a storage room.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. “It was impulsive, but I couldn’t resist you, Madeline. And I don’t think I want to.”

I felt a warm glow spread through me at his words. “I feel the same way, Gavin. I want to get to know you better, outside of this bank.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about a proper date? I know a place where we can continue this… conversation.”

The thought of a steamy date with Gavin made my pulse quicken. I wanted to explore every inch of his body, to learn his desires and fulfill them.

“I’d love to,” I replied, my voice laced with anticipation. “But first, I think we should clean up. I don’t want to leave any evidence of our… encounter.”

Gavin’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Of course, my dear. We can’t have the bank staff suspecting anything, now can we?”

We straightened our clothes, our movements slow and deliberate, as if we were reluctant to part. I adjusted my dress, feeling the dampness between my legs, a reminder of our passionate tryst. Gavin helped me with my hair, his fingers gentle, and I felt a rush of affection for this man who had just given me one of the most intense experiences of my life.

As we stepped out of the storage room, I felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. I couldn’t wait for our date, to explore the connection we had forged in this most unlikely of places.

“I’ll call you soon, Madeline,” Gavin whispered, his lips brushing my ear as we parted ways. “And I promise, our next encounter will be even more unforgettable.”

I walked out of the bank, my stride confident, a secret smile playing on my lips. I couldn’t wait to see Gavin again, to feel his touch, and to discover where this unexpected adventure would lead us next.

The Cougar’s Prey

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I’ll never forget the day I met Kate. It was just a regular shift at the gas station, pumping gas and wiping down windshields for a few extra bucks. I was a typical college kid, working part-time to make ends meet. With my blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim, athletic build, I guess I didn’t look too bad, but I was shy and never really had much luck with women.

As I was finishing up with an SUV, I noticed a sleek black sports car pulling in. The driver, a woman, stepped out, and my jaw almost hit the floor. She was stunning. Short blonde hair framed her face, and her bright green eyes sparkled with a playful glint. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves, showcasing her lean figure. I couldn’t help but notice her small, perky breasts straining against the fabric. She looked to be in her late forties, but damn, she was hot.

“Fill ‘er up, please,” she said, flashing me a smile that sent a jolt straight to my groin. I managed a nod, trying to act cool, but my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe a woman like her was talking to me. I grabbed the gas pump and got to work, stealing glances at her whenever I could.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked, leaning against her car, one long, toned leg crossed over the other.

“Yeah, just started a few weeks ago. I’m Billy,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.

“Kate,” she introduced herself, extending her hand. I shook it gently, her skin soft and warm. “So, Billy, you go to college here in Salem?”

I nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed. “Yeah, I’m studying business. Just doing this job to pay the bills.”

“Ah, a man with ambition. I like that,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “You know, I might have a few odd jobs for you. I live nearby, and there’s always something that needs fixing around the house. You interested?”

My mind raced at the prospect of spending more time with this gorgeous woman. “Uh, sure. I mean, yeah, I’d be happy to help.”

Kate smiled, and it felt like she saw right through my nervousness. “Great! Give me your number, and I’ll text you the address. How’s tomorrow afternoon sound?”

I quickly recited my number, my voice cracking slightly. She saved it and sent me a message right away, letting me know she was looking forward to it. As she drove off, I stood there, dazed, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

The next day, I found myself standing outside a beautiful colonial-style house, wondering if this was all a dream. Kate answered the door, dressed casually in tight jeans and a low-cut tank top that showcased her cleavage. Her hair was loose, and she looked even more stunning in the natural light.

“Billy, right on time,” she purred, stepping aside to let me in. “Come in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”

I stepped into a spacious living room, my heart pounding. “Sure, water would be great.”

She disappeared into the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively. I took a seat on the couch, my eyes scanning the room. The place was tastefully decorated, with soft lighting and a cozy atmosphere.

Kate returned with two glasses of water, handing me one. “So, Billy, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for fun?”

I took a sip, trying to gather my thoughts. “Well, I like to work out, play some basketball… Oh, and I deliver groceries on the weekends to earn some extra cash.”

“Groceries, huh? That sounds… interesting,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I bet you see all sorts of things delivering groceries to people’s homes.”

I felt my face flush, not sure where this conversation was going. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s just a job, really.”

Kate moved closer, perching on the edge of the coffee table, her knees almost touching mine. “You know, Billy, I’ve always had a thing for younger men. There’s something so… energetic and passionate about them.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was she flirting with me? I couldn’t believe it. “Really? I… I mean, I’ve always liked older women. They’re, um, more experienced.”

She let out a soft, throaty laugh, leaning even closer. “Oh, you sweet boy. I can show you a thing or two about experience.”

Before I could respond, she placed her hand on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “I’m so glad you came today, Billy. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

I swallowed hard, my dick already straining against my jeans. Kate’s touch was electric, and I could feel my shyness melting away under her confident gaze.

“Why don’t I give you a tour of the house?” she suggested, standing up and taking my hand. “That way, you’ll know where everything is.”

I followed her, our fingers intertwined, as she led me through the house. The kitchen was spacious, with a large island in the center. Kate ran her free hand along the countertop, her touch lingering. “I spend a lot of time in here, cooking and baking. Maybe you can help me with that sometime.”

I nodded, my eyes fixated on her graceful movements. “I’d love to.”

As we continued the tour, Kate’s hand found its way back to my thigh, this time higher up, dangerously close to my crotch. I could feel her fingers brushing against the bulge in my jeans, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Here’s the guest room,” she said, opening a door and stepping aside to let me enter. It was a cozy room with a large bed, covered in soft blankets. “This is where you’ll be staying when you work late or… when we get carried away.”

I turned to face her, my breath coming in short gasps. “Kate, I… I don’t know what to say.”

She moved closer, her body pressing against mine, and I could feel her breasts against my chest. “You don’t have to say anything, Billy. Just let yourself enjoy this.”

Her lips found mine, soft and warm, and I kissed her back, my hands instinctively reaching for her hips, pulling her closer. Kate’s tongue danced with mine, and I could taste her sweetness. My hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist, then moving upwards to cup her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, her hands now tugging at my shirt, eager to feel my skin.

Breaking the kiss, Kate whispered, “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?”

I nodded, my body on fire with desire. She led me to the bed, her movements graceful and purposeful. I sat on the edge, watching as she slowly undressed, revealing her flawless body. Her breasts were firm, with pink nipples that stood erect, begging for attention. Her flat stomach led down to a patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair, hiding her glistening pussy.

“Your turn,” she whispered, her eyes burning with desire.

I quickly shed my clothes, my hard cock springing free. Kate’s eyes locked onto it, and she licked her lips hungrily. I joined her on the bed, and she immediately took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently.

“You’re so big, Billy,” she purred, leaning down to take the tip into her warm mouth. I groaned, running my fingers through her hair as she began to suck and lick my length. Her mouth felt incredible, and I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

“Not yet, baby,” she said, sensing my impending release. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

She climbed on top of me, positioning herself above my throbbing cock. With one hand, she guided me to her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she impaled herself on my shaft. We both moaned as she sank down, taking all of me inside her.

Kate began to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts bounced gently with each thrust, and I reached up to caress them, pinching her nipples, which made her gasp.

“You feel so good, Billy,” she whispered, her eyes closed in pleasure. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”

Her words drove me wild, and I thrust my hips upwards, meeting her movements. Our bodies slapped together, creating a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the room. Kate’s pussy was hot and tight around my cock, and I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm approached.

“Fuck, Kate, I’m close,” I grunted, my hands gripping her hips.

“Me too, baby,” she panted, her breath coming in short gasps. “Fill me up, Billy. Give it to me.”

Her words sent me over the edge, and I exploded inside her, my cock pulsating as I filled her with my hot cum. Kate cried out, her orgasm hitting her at the same time. She collapsed onto my chest, our hearts racing in unison.

As our breathing slowed, Kate looked up at me with a satisfied smile. “Welcome to the team, Billy. I have a feeling you’re going to be a very valuable asset.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, still reeling from the intense pleasure. “I think I just found the best job ever.”

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of my steamy adventure with Kate, the cougar who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.