"Hello, is this", {{char}} blushes before continuing, "ummm, sorry, I'm not used to doing this." {{Char}} seems to stall, looking at her feet flustered before taking a deep breath and looking up into {{user}}'s eyes. "I heard you were looking for a sub" she blurts all in a rush before her nerve fails her, her cheeks turning crimson, causing her freckles to stand out on her cute face.

"I-I am here and I want to be your sub. I promise to obey you no matter what," she says with a voice that's so quiet it almost trembles, looking at him through half-closed eyes as if trying to hide her nervousness. "But... please don't punish me for not being good enough or for being stubborn."

"Y-you don't think I'm too much?" she asks hopefully, her eyes shining with excitement and fear all mixed together. "I mean, I've heard you're really good at... well, everything." Her cheeks flush brighter as she struggles to say the words. "And if you tell me what to do, then I promise to be your perfect little sub. It's just..." She hesitates, not daring to finish her thought but hoping he can read between the lines.

Tears prick at her eyes and she forces a smile, trying to hide how relieved she feels by his words. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling herself blush even harder. "I-if that's true..." She swallows hard and looks down, suddenly unsure of what to say next. "Um, so... I mean... if you really want me as your sub, then... just tell me what to do." Her cheeks are bright red now and she's biting her lip nervously, hoping he won't take this as being pushy or demanding. All she wants is for him to lead her through this, help her discover the joy of being a submissive. And if that means taking some punishments along the way... well, then so be it. She's here for it all, no matter how much it might hurt at times.

Julie's heart skips a beat when he whispers in her ear, and she feels herself shudder with anticipation. Slowly, trembling fingers reach up to unhook the clasp of her sports bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts for the first time. "D-do you like them?" she asks softly, her voice shaking slightly as she exposes herself further. The cool air caresses her nipples into hard peaks and a deep moan escapes from between her parted lips, sounding more desperate than she intended.

Without waiting for his reply, she removes the bra entirely and lets it fall to the floor with a quiet thud. Her breasts bounce lightly as she moves, drawing attention to her heavy nipples that are now pointing straight at him. "A-are they good enough?" She meets his gaze defiantly, daring him to say no.

When his thumb finds its way around her hard nipple, she lets out a gasp and pushes closer to him, their bodies pressed tightly together as he kisses her deeply. Her tongue meets his with equal fervor, hungry for more contact. She moans into the kiss, feeling hot and needy all over.

When they finally break apart, she gasps for air, her face flushed from arousal. "Th-thank you," she manages to say before her voice cracks, unable to form complete thoughts with how turned on she is right now. Her breath comes in ragged pants as she watches him intently, waiting for his next command.

As he takes his time enjoying her body, she arches into him, moaning loudly. Her nipples are so sensitive now that even the lightest touch sends sparks of pleasure through her entire being. The more he kisses and caresses her, the wetter she gets between her legs, and a dull ache begins to build deep inside her. "Mmm... please," she whispers, her voice almost lost in her ragged breathing. "I need... I need..." She trails off, unsure of how to finish that sentence without making things too presumptuous or demanding. All she can think about is his touch and the way it makes her feel, hot and needy and desperate for more.

"I need...," she breathes out, unable to think clearly with him touching her so intimately. "Please... let me feel you." Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, trying to find some sort of relief for the ache that's building deep inside. Her voice comes out rough and demanding, surprising even herself as she continues, "Let me taste you... suck you... make you come." She meets his gaze defiantly, her cheeks burning bright red with shame and desire mixed together in a cocktail of confusion and lust.

Her breath comes in gasps as he pushes her leggings down farther, fully exposing herself to his view. She whimpers when he takes her into his mouth, relishing the sensation of being consumed by him. Her hips arch up off the ground, seeking deeper contact with his lips and tongue. "Oh God..." she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tries to push herself further onto his face.

Her whole body trembles and convulses when he hits just the right spot with a particularly expert flick of his tongue. She cries out, her voice raw from need and arousal, unable to form complete thoughts anymore except for the desperate pleas and moans that escape her lips. Her orgasm builds rapidly, crashing over her in waves of pure pleasure as he continues to feast on her sensitive flesh.

"L-like... like that..." she manages to gasp out between thrusts of her hips, her body shuddering violently with each powerful climax that rips through her. She's never felt anything like this before and it's both terrifying and exhilarating at

Her cries echo through the room as he continues to eat her out with skilled fingers and expert tongue. She feels completely exposed and vulnerable in his presence, but the pleasure is so intense that she doesn't care. Her voice rises in pitch until it's a hoarse squeal of pure need, begging for release as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over her.

"Yes... yes... please..." She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. "So good... so fucking good..." Her breath comes in ragged pants between each plea, and she digs her nails into his shoulders as if she can't bear not to touch him any harder than this.

Her body finally begins to relax, shuddering one last time as the last of her orgasm ebbs away, leaving her boneless and spent in his grasp. She whimpers softly as he pulls away, reluctantly giving up the warmth of his mouth and touch. Her lips part, her breath coming out hot and heavy as she watches him with glassy eyes, trying to catch it again.

"That...

Her eyes widen and she gasps, finally finding words again after that intense pleasure. "No... not like this..." She shakes her head slowly, licking her lips and looking up at him with a mix of confusion and desire. "It's... it's better." She swallows hard, feeling the wetness between her legs as she slowly pushes herself upright, balancing on trembling legs once more. "You made me forget everything but you. It was like..." Her voice trails off again, unable to find the words to properly express what he's done to her.

She reaches down and tenderly smooths her fingers over the place where his mouth was just a moment ago, marveling at how wet it still is from their encounter. "Thank you," she whispers finally, looking up into his eyes with an intensity that takes her breath away. "That... that was amazing." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what she's just said, and she ducks her head, biting her lip sheepishly.

Her breath hitches as his hand returns to her folds, spreading her even further. She arches into him, already aching for more of the pleasure he can give her. When he cups her cheek and looks deep into her eyes with that sultry smile, she shivers violently, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

A moan escapes her throat as he licks the rim of her ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stay quiet and keep from begging for more. But it's no use; his touch is too powerful, and she can feel herself slipping into that blissful place where all she cares about is the sensation of him bringing her pleasure.

Her hips start to move involuntarily, seeking contact with his fingers as he teases her mercilessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one making it harder for her to focus on anything but the need building inside her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the

Her body trembles as he teases her mercilessly, a moan escaping her throat when his finger rubs over her clit with just the right pressure. "Please... please let me... feel you..." Her hips buck against his hand, desperate for release. She's never been this close before, and the ache inside her is unbearable.

Her eyes meet his defiantly, refusing to give in even as he continues to torment her. "Please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Just... let me come." Tears form in the corners of her eyes but she doesn't care; she just wants this pleasure, wants him to make it stop hurting so badly and give her what she needs.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, trying to anchor herself as he keeps her suspended on a knife-edge of need. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath her at any moment, but she forces them to remain steady, determined not to lose control now that she's so close.

Her breath comes in ragged pants, each one making it harder for her to focus

Her body arches off the floor, her nails digging into his shoulders harder as she tries to force out another moan. Tears spill down her cheeks, each one carrying with it a silent plea for him to let her come already, but he shows no sign of relenting. Her hips buck and thrust against his hand, her breath coming in short gasps now as she feels herself begin to lose control.

Her nipples harden beneath his touch, sensitive to every movement of his lips and fingers. He takes advantage of this, nipping at them lightly with his teeth while simultaneously teasing her clit with expert precision. It's too much; she can feel the pleasure building inside her, growing larger with each passing second, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release.

Her hands clench and unclench uselessly at her sides as she fights against the sensation threatening to overwhelm her. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse from need and desperation. "Please let me come." But even as she begs him for release, part of her knows that begging only makes it more

"Nnngh..." she grits out through clenched teeth as he continues to tease her mercilessly, her hips bucking and twisting wildly under his skilled touch. Tears stream down her face unchecked now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the impending orgasm. Each thrust of his fingers against her clit brings her closer and closer to the edge, until it's like she's teetering on a knife's edge, each movement pushing her further out into empty air where she knows relief is just within reach...

Her hands clench at nothing as she feels her breath coming faster and more ragged. Her whole body tenses up as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses, and then suddenly, impossibly... he stops. There's a beat of silence where all she can hear is her own ragged breath and her heart pounding in her ears, and then he whispers something husky and low against her ear.

"Cum for me."

And with those words, the dam inside her finally breaks, and she comes apart with a shout that

cum apart with a shout that echoes through the room like thunder. Her body arches off the floor as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and shaking in his arms. Tears spill unchecked down her cheeks as she gasps for air, unable to believe what just happened. "That... that was..." She trails off, not quite sure how to describe the intensity of the emotions coursing through her.

As her breathing begins to steady once more, she glances up at him through lashes wet with tears and tries to find the words to thank him. But all that comes out is a small whimper as she leans into his touch, seeking comfort and reassurance in the wake of such intense pleasure.

"I... I don't know what you did," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But thank you." She shivers as his hand slides down to cup her bottom, squeezing gently and pulling her closer in an almost possessive gesture that leaves no doubt who owns this body now.

"You did," she whispers breathlessly, blushing at his words but unable to deny the truth of them. She sits up slowly, pushing back her hair with one hand as it sticks damply to her forehead. "And I'm glad..." Her voice trails off again, lost in a haze of afterglow and newfound submission. "I don't know what this all means, but I like feeling this way... with you." She meets his gaze uncertainly, wondering how he'll respond to her admission.

Her nipples harden even more under his watchful eyes, and she crosses her arms self-consciously over her chest. "So... now what?" she asks quietly. "What do you want me to do next?" Her cheeks flush deeper at the thought of serving him in this new role; it feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and she's not sure which emotion wins out.

"M-measures...?" she repeats slowly, still trying to catch her breath from their encounter. "Oh! Um..." Her hands come unconsciously up to her chest again, feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks as she thinks about his question. She swallows hard and begins to recite her measurements like some kind of mantra: "My... breasts are 36D." When he doesn't seem particularly interested in that, she continues, "My waist is..." Another pause for effect "...24 inches." Finally, she says hesitantly, feeling oddly shy about this whole exchange, "And my hips are... um, 36 inches as well." Her cheeks flush even deeper at saying these words out loud and it feels like the air in the room has somehow become thicker and heavier around them.

Her breath hitches as he cups her hips, his touch sending delicious shivers down her spine. She bites her lower lip, trying not to moan at the intimate contact. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I work hard to keep myself in shape... for me, but... also for..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she glances down at their hands tangled together on her hip. She's never been the type to share these kinds of details with anyone before, and yet somehow it feels right with him.

"I want you to enjoy me," she says finally, her eyes meeting his with a newfound determination. "To use me however you want... I'm all yours now." The words are barely out of her mouth when she realizes what she's just said and what they truly mean. But it's too late to take them back; the sentiment lingers in the air between them, heavy and heady like a drug.

Her lips part in what might have been an apology, but he's already laughing, so she chuckles too, glad that they're on the same page. The air around them seems lighter now, less charged with desire and more companionable. "What did you have in mind?" she asks curiously, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression. It's a combination of playfulness and mischief that has her heart racing once again.

She swallows hard, feeling vulnerable in this new role but also strangely empowered by it. "I trust you," she says softly, laying a hand lightly on his arm. "I want to please you... however you need me to." Her words are sincere, her eyes unwavering as they meet his, daring him to take her up on the offer and push their boundaries even further.

"Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word as she tries to think of something that would appeal to him but not push her too far out of her comfort zone just yet. "You could... umm..." Her cheeks flush again as she trails off, unable to come up with anything remotely original or interesting. "Never mind," she says with a soft laugh, shaking her head in amusement at herself. "I'll leave it up to you."

Her hand drifts down from his arm to rest on the couch between them, idly tracing patterns on the fabric as she waits for him to make his move. A part of her feels like she should be nervous or anxious about what might happen next, but she can't seem to muster up any fear at all; only anticipation and excitement at the possibilities that lie ahead.

The air around them is charged with something more than simple desire now; it's as if they've created a new connection between them, deeper and more intimate than anything either of them has ever experienced before. She looks up into his eyes, wondering where this road will lead them next...

Her breath hitches as he takes her hands in his, and she feels herself blush deeply once more. "I... um..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain how this all makes her feel. "It would be an honor," she finally manages, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. Her gaze flickers down to where their hands are joined and then back up to meet his eyes. There's a newfound shyness in her expression now that contradicts the boldness with which she'd earlier admitted her submission.

Her nipples harden even more as anticipation courses through her veins. She knows what he wants, and part of her is terrified at how much she craves it too. But another part of her is relieved; it's as if admitting this new side of herself has given her the freedom to explore things she never thought possible before. As their eyes meet again, there's a question in hers, an invitation for him to take her further than either of them have ever gone before.

Her heart pounds against her ribs as he whispers the words into her ear, sending a thrill through her entire body. "I... I think so," she manages to say, her voice barely more than a whisper itself. It's been such a long time since she's thought about riding anyone that she isn't entirely sure if her memory is still accurate or if it was all just a fantasy she dreamt up in the past.

Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, clutching at him as he leans in closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. Her lips part slightly, her breath hot and moist against his skin as anticipation builds inside of her. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs just from the thought of being impaled on his erection, feeling him move inside her, claiming her body for his own.

With a shudder, she nods. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to ride you."

Her breath catches in her throat at his words. A thrill runs down her spine as he proposes this wager, the anticipation of potentially being taken anally making her even wetter between her legs. She's always been adventurous when it came to sex, and the thought of experiencing something so intimate with him sends a shiver through her body.

She nods slowly, biting her bottom lip as she considers the offer. "I-I accept," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands move down his chest, following the trail of hair on his abdomen until they reach his erection. She cups him through his briefs, stroking him slowly as she looks up at him with an intensity that makes it clear she's more than ready for whatever he has in store for her.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she straddles his hips, taking him in hand through the thin fabric of his boxers. With a practiced motion, she pushes them down to reveal him to her, hard and eager beneath her touch. Her breath catches at the sight of him; he's even bigger than she remembers, and for a moment she wonders if she can actually take all of him inside her.

She leans forward, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she focuses on where their bodies meet. With shaking hands, she reaches between them to stroke him again, teasing the head of his cock through the slick folds of her sex before positioning him at her entrance. Her hips quiver as he pushes inside her, stretching her almost painfully, but with a gasp and a shudder, she adjusts to his girth and begins to ride him in slow, steady strokes.

Her hands move to grip the back of the couch for support, her head falling back against the pillow as she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of being filled by

It's almost too much; the tightness and fullness push her over the edge, and she comes with a shuddering moan. Her muscles spasm around him as she clenches around his cock, milking out every last drop of his orgasm. Panting hard, she slowly regains control, sinking down onto him until he's buried deep inside her once more.

Her hands slide up to his shoulders, gripping at his skin as she arches her back in a silent plea for more. "Please," she breathes raggedly. "Give it to me again." Her body trembles with need, desperate for the release she knows only he can give her.

Her breath hitches as he teases her nipples, arching into his touch with a moan. Her mind reels at the idea of being taken anally, and she can feel herself growing wetter once more just from the thought. The promise of him filling her up in such an intimate way sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to imagine wanting anything else.

"No," she pants, writhing on top of him. "I want you to finish inside me... but I want it to be good. I want you to make me beg." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathless, barely more than a whisper against his skin. Her hips move faster now, her body seeking the release she knows is coming.

The air around them crackles with anticipation, electricity dancing between their bodies as they prepare for the final act of this sensual game they're playing. The promise of everything that lies ahead hangs in the air like a mist, thick and heavy, making it impossible to separate fantasy from reality. But at this moment, she couldn't care less; all that matters is the feel of him inside

Her head falls back with a gasp as he forces himself into her, his hips slapping against hers in rapid succession. The pain is replaced by an exquisite fullness that threatens to overwhelm her senses, and she arches her back off the couch, trying desperately to accommodate his massive length.

"Yes!" she cries out, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. "Oh god... please..." She doesn't even know what she's begging for; she just knows that she needs more of him. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper still, hitting something inside her that makes her see stars.

Her body tenses and relaxes in time with each powerful stroke, her muscles clenching around him so tightly that it's almost painful. A keening moan escapes from her lips as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control, his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I-I can't..." She whimpers brokenly, writhing on top of him as he takes her apart

"I-I can't... please..." Her words tumble out in a strangled cry as his thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he drives deep inside her, claiming every part of her. The sensation is so intense that it feels like she's being split apart, the very core of her being exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

Her body trembles with each powerful thrust; her breath comes in ragged gasps as her pleasure builds higher and higher, threatening to consume her completely. Her head thrashes from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begs for more, pleads with him to make her come apart at his touch. She doesn't remember ever feeling this full or this wanted, and it drives her wild with need, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

With a final thrust that sends her soaring over the edge, she cries out his name, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over her in endless succession. She collapses bonelessly onto him,

"Yes..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with pleasure and satisfaction. "I did... I couldn't have imagined it would feel like that." Her body is still humming from the release, every nerve ending tingling in awareness of him, of their connection. She shudders against his skin, savoring the feeling of being so close to him, of knowing that he has taken her so completely.

She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her breathing slowing as she tries to catch her breath again. "I'm glad we... I mean, that you made me..." She blushes even deeper, unable to finish the thought aloud but hoping he understands what she means.

With a contented sigh, she burrows closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling against his neck. For now, the world seems to have shrunk down to this moment, this embrace, this man who has given her more pleasure than she's ever known in her life. And as they lie together like this, she feels a newfound sense of peace and contentment wash over her

She giggles softly at his teasing pout and gives him a little pat on the chest before kissing his neck. "I'm sorry," she whispers, still smiling against his skin. "I guess I was too busy enjoying myself to remember that I should have been begging." Her hands move up to caress his bare shoulders, tracing patterns through the fine hairs there as she looks up into his eyes. The playfulness in his expression makes her heart race again and she feels a familiar heat pool low in her belly.

"Maybe next time," she murmurs, running her fingers through his chest hair and letting them drift lower to rest on the flat plane of his stomach. "I'll make sure I give you a good show." Her breath hitches as her fingertips graze over the prominent bulge in his briefs, reminding herself of the other delights he has in store for her. She leans in closer, pressing her body against him and savoring the feel of their skin sliding together.

Her eyes go wide at his words and she lets out an embarrassed giggle before looking away, blushing even harder than before. "Oh my god," she mutters, still feeling a thrill of nervous anticipation running through her. She shudders again at the thought of him taking her that way, filling her up and making her his completely.

Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, teasing the puckered skin of his nipples before moving lower still to play with the button on his briefs. "Maybe we should practice first," she suggests with a sultry smile, slipping one hand inside the elastic band and wrapping it around him through his briefs. Her other hand moves to stroke him through the fabric, feeling his hardness against her fingertips as he groans deep in his throat.

"I think I can make you very happy with that," she whispers huskily, tugging down his briefs and freeing him from their confines. Her mouth waters as she takes him into her hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him in her grasp. "Practice makes perfect,"

"O-oh." Her eyes go wide and she lets out a little yelp as he pins her down. His hand on her ass feels even more intimate than before, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her breath comes in short gasps as he caresses her, each touch making it harder for her to think about anything but the feel of him against her skin.

She arches into his touch, moaning softly as he teases her ass with his fingers and words. The thought of him spitting on her, preparing to take her that way...it's almost too much. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her wetter than ever before. "P-please..." she whispers, unable to resist the urge to feel more of him. "I want you to fuck me."

Her hips wriggle restlessly on the couch, seeking contact with something hard and in need of friction. The anticipation is almost unbearable now; she needs him inside her, stretching her and claiming every part of her as his own. Her eyes meet his and she sees the same hunger reflected

Her eyes meet his, their gazes locked in an intense battle of wills. A thrill runs down her spine as she feels his hand on her ass, as he teases and torments her. The thought of him being rough with her sends a shiver through her body, heightening the desire that courses through her veins. "I-I'm okay with it," she manages to say between gritted teeth. "As long as you don't hurt me too badly."

Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, searching for more contact. The sensation of him touching her in this intimate way is driving her wild, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure he could give her if only he would claim her completely. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she arches into his touch, begging silently for release.

"Please, Lebeeticus..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words around the desire that's building inside of her. "Fuck me... take me."

Oh god! Ahh-hah-ha... y-yes... fuuuck! her hips begin to move uncontrollably against his rough hands and eager tongue More, please... harder... ahhh! I can't take any more of this, I need you inside me... fucking me so hard it hurts. Please... fill me up.

Ahh... fuuuck! Harder, please! I'm begging you... I need it, I need you inside me! Don't stop! Fuck my ass, fill me up with your cock, make me scream your name! Ahhh-haaa!

Ahh, please... don't tease me anymore... just put it in! I can take it... I want you to claim me... make me yours. I beg you... fuck my ass and fill me with your cock. I need this so badly. Make me feel alive again.

Her hips arch off the couch, her body begging for release as he continues to tease her. Her voice comes out strained and breathless, each word a plea for him to end her torment and give her what she craves. As he positions himself behind her, she braces herself, anticipation coursing through every inch of her being.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their combined breathing. "Just... do it."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to fill her up, stretching her with every push deeper inside. "Oh god... you're so big..." she gasps, arching her back off the couch and gripping the pillow beneath her. The sensation of being filled by him feels unbearably good; he stretches and claims every inch of her, making her body tingle with anticipation for what's to come.

As he starts to move faster inside her, she meets his thrusts with a moan, wanting nothing more than to feel the full weight of him pushing deep into her ass. Her hips move in tandem with his, seeking friction and release as their bodies intertwine in this intimate dance.

Her eyes slip shut, her head thrown back, as she feels him slide all the way inside her ass, stretching her to the limit. "Lebeeticus... I-I can't..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he begins to move within her, her body trembling with need and desire. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to his

Oh god! Ahhhh-haa... fuck yes! Her hips buck wildly beneath his grip as he slaps her ass in time with his thrusts. The sensation of being so completely claimed and controlled drives her over the edge, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She screams his name, arching her back and digging her nails into the couch behind her.

"I'm cumming!" she shrieks, her voice raw with pleasure as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her muscles clench around him, gripping him tightly as he continues to thrust deep within her ass, milking every last drop of ecstasy from her quivering body.

The tension begins to drain away, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. A shudder runs through her as he groans against her neck before withdrawing with a final thrust that sends tremors of pleasure rolling through every inch of her.

Her eyes flutter open as she comes back to reality, blinking up at him in wonder. "That... was incredible." She pants,