Speaker 1: Hello, my lovelies. This is Roxy Callahan and I'm so
happy you've joined me in this celebration of women's sexuality
and passion. Every week I present an erotic story that
showcases women embracing their lust and passion in a way
that is empowering and of course, incredibly hot. I adore
this week's story, which was sending by a loyal listener
who wishes to remain anonymous. This is another case where
she said that some of it is real and some
of it is just her imagination. Girlfriend. I'm certainly hoping
that the orgasms are based on real life. Oh and
how cute is this? The narrators for this week's story
our boyfriend and girlfriend. The two of them are students
at one of the local universities, and I can just
imagine the fun they had rehearsing the script. They did
such a great job. I'm definitely going to ask them
to narrate a future story. Young Stars also did ask
to remain anonymous. Finally, I have to note that this
podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 2: There's nothing like really wanting to fuck a guy and
having him be totally oblivious. On the one hand, it's
a special thrill to seduce a guy, to watch the
dawning comprehension on his face and the bulge in his
pants when he finally understands that the conversation is really
about one thing, fucking each other's brains out. On the
other hand, it's annoying to have to work for something
that you badly want, especially when you're so formy you
want it right then. I mean, how, thence does a
guy need to be when I'm resting my hand on
his thigh. My favorite example of both these is the
same guy, a talented painter who was a classmate of
mine at the University of Michigan. His name was Rob.
Rob was hot and a cue nerdy way. He was
tall and thin, with an angular face, but angles from
being thin and not from rugged good looks. He had
brown eyes, which seemed more studious than dark and romantic.
So he wasn't the stud that made my heart melt.
He was this really cute guy that was sexy as
hell in all kinds of unexpected ways. The way he
would look at me with that secret look of desire,
and then his embarrassment when I caught him, the way
his jeans hugged his tight ass when he was leaning
forward to squintet something. He was painting, whiteness painting. He
was ungodly talented, and each brush stroke took my breath away.
It was while watching him painting a new dour in
class one day that I knew I wanted him. It
hit me hard and fast. I was sitting next to him,
in a bit behind, so I had a good view
of him. As he worked. He'd stare at the model
with this amazing intensity, and I knew then I wanted
him to stare at me with that same intensity. He'd
do a simple stroke accenting abreast after staring at her
chest for minutes. It was like he wanted to not
just paint her naked body. He wanted to understand and
know every last inch of it. Oh yes, I wanted
him to understand and know every last inch of my body.
I approached him after class and made small talk, using
all my best flirting techniques. The hair flip, the light
touch as I brushed my fingers against his hand, the smile.
He missed all of them, which of course made me
want him even more. So I asked him if he
wanted to talk about anatomy over lunch or coffee. He agreed,
and I figured he got the message. Let's talk anatomy.
I mean, come on, hot girl, two of us talking anatomy.
I couldn't believe how the date went. I wore a
plunging neckline, I rested my hand on his thigh. I
talked about the joy of the naked body. Through it all,
he seemed thoroughly oblivious that I wanted to fuck him.
We had another date and it was more of the same.
I mean, we got along really great. We shared an
interest in painting, We laughed at each other's jokes. We
really enjoyed our time together. By then, however, who was
dying from desire. I had figured he'd be a casual fuck,
some cute guy from class that I could have some
fun with, But his not getting with the fuck me
program turned my desire into a mission. Every time I
saw him, I felt this extraordinary horniness. The desire to
have what didn't come easily was overwhelming. So I took
my frustration as a challenge, and I decided that I
would seduce Rob in some really hot and creative way.
As I thought back to Rob painting the nude model,
the way his eyes intensely examined her. The way his
hand would turn that inspiration and focus into a beautiful
piece of art. It gave me inspiration. I knew what
I needed to do to fuck Rob, so I texted him, Hey,
come buy my place tomorrow. Bring your paint and brushes.
We can paint each other. The next day, I gave
Rob a hug and led him into the apartment. I
wasn't sure how the day was going to progress, but
my goal from the moment Rob walked through the door
was for us to rip each other's clothes off and
go at it. Not make love, not get each other
off with a hand job, none of that. I was
going to get him naked and fuck him, or better
than that, have him fuck me. Why don't you paint
me first, I said, as I handed him a mug
of coffee, Whatever you have in mind, hoping that he
would get the message that if he wanted to paint
me nude, I would be.
Speaker 3: Up for that. Great. Why don't you lie down on
the couch and I'll set up over here.
Speaker 2: I laid back on the couch as he set up
his easel and canvas. He looked at me as I
got comfortable I pulled a pillow next to the arm
of the sofa and lay my head on it. I
then dropped my right leg to the floor while my
left leg stretched out. I put my hand on my
right thigh while my left hand rested on my left breast.
It was as close to a fuck me pose as
I could think of. Going through the process of seducing
Rob was exciting in and of itself. I always thought
I was pretty good at seduction. I mean, pretty much
every guy I wanted would end up naked with me.
But the more I thought about it, the more I
realized that I'd never really faced a true challenge. Guys
just wanted to fuck, and guys wanted to fuck me,
So this was different. I had to work for it,
and thinking about working for his heart on got me
wet pretty much right away. He pulled out a pencil
and started doing the preliminary sketch. He was still sketching
after five minutes. Hey, nothing too complicated. I don't want
to sit here all day. After about ten minutes, I
noticed he was still sketching. I knew how Rob worked,
and he was a fast and excellent sketch artist. He
could draw full sketches in a couple of minutes. For
him to have the rough outline of his painting not
done almost immediately meant something was wrong, problems. His brow
was furrowed and his glasses had slid down his nose.
The intensity of his look was sexy, and I thought
of him looking at me like that as we were
both naked with him above me. The glasses were the
turn on for some reason. Yeah, he was totally going
to fuck me with his glasses on.
Speaker 3: I'm trying to capture the real you. I can do
more than just paint a hot girl and jeans and
a T shirt.
Speaker 2: The moment he said the words, he looked up and
the look on his face was a kind of admission
that I caught him thinking something naughty. That look was
the hottest. I stood up and walked over to see
his sketch. He halfway covered it with his hand, and
I found his embarrassment charming. It was like I caught
him naked. The drawing was an excellent representation of my
body and jeans and a T shirt. My face looked
kind of thoughtful.
Speaker 3: There was an.
Speaker 2: Understated beauty to my curbs. I hated it. I always
thought of myself as passionate, devoted, and smart and sexy and,
if I'm honest, kind of a hot mess, which is
to say, pretty much everything except what Rob had drawn.
I took his hand with the pencil in mine. You're
holding back. That's so unlike you. You're an amazing artist, Rob.
I then moved his hand with the pencil and pressed
it between my tits and against my heart. You said
you wanted to paint more than just a hot girl
in jeans and a T shirt.
Speaker 1: Do that?
Speaker 2: Paint the me that you see when your eyes are closed,
the me that you wouldn't want anyone to see but you.
Because that's what I want to see. I let his
hand go. I'll be disappointed if you don't. I kissed
him on the cheek. Now start over. I had practically
buried his hand in my cleavage, and I had told
him to paint the mee that he saw with his
eyes closed. If he didn't get the hint that I
was looking for something erotic, I didn't know what I'd do.
He was a maddening combination of cute, clueless, and awkward,
and somehow it was all really hot. But I had
yet to see that sexy nerd I was hoping for.
He grabbed the new canvas. As I lay back on
the sofa, I stretched my legs out and lay back
watching as Rob worked. He furiously sketched, so often he
would stop and stare at me for long periods of time.
The look on his face as he studied me thrilled me.
It wasn't that of analysis. There was that intensity of
knowing that he alone possessed me. In that moment. He
put the pencil down and I stood up. Now let's
see what you've got.
Speaker 3: Uh, I'd rather not have you see this just yet.
Speaker 2: He looked scared good he did something uncomfortable. He looked
down As I approached. I soon discovered why he had
sketched me naked, with my left hand holding my left
breast and the other laying on my thigh, the fingers
almost reaching for my pussy. It was an amazing artist,
and even though it was just a quick sketch, I
had to admit that it was extraordinary how well he
portrayed my curves without ever having seen them. Looking at
my naked body through the imagination of someone else was thrilling.
This is fantastic, Rob, is it? He looked relieved, but
I didn't want relief. I wanted him to give even
further into the intensity he had shown earlier. Well, for
the most part, you got one thing wrong. I had
a very sexy thing in mind, but after I said
the words, Rob looked scared again. I was trying really
hard to seduce and fuck Rob, but he kept annoying
me with his hesitation and fear. He should have been
falling all over himself to get my pants.
Speaker 3: I'm so sorry, It's just that I've never seen you naked,
and I had to use my best guess.
Speaker 2: Rob. Calm down, It's just a small thing here. It
will be easier to explain if I show you. I
started to pull my t shirt over my head as
I walked back to the sofa. I dropped it on
the floor and then undid my brath, dropping it next
to the shirt. I removed my shoes and then unbuttoned
my jeans and pulled them off along with my panties.
Rob's jaw was dropped open. I laid down on the sofa,
once again, dropping my right leg to the floor while
I stretched my left leg out. I crested my tits
with my hands and then dropped my right hand down
to my thigh, matching his sketch as much as possible.
I looked up and Rob looked like he was in
heaven by. Now you know what you got wrong? I
smiled wildly. He nodded, Yeah, you are shaved. That's right,
So lose the pubic hair and you're good. He started painting,
and as he did, I imagined what it would be
like to fuck Rob. He clearly wasn't the passionate type,
nor was he muscular. I had to give up the
idea of a swimmer's body. But that wasn't so bad.
He was really cute, and I anticipated that, like a
lot of artists, his passion was just buried under the surface.
Maybe he would put his brush down, walk over, and
just lower himself between my legs. I closed my eyes
and pictured Rob's tongue licking me as he looked up
at me through his glasses. Oh my god, I was
totally turned on. I had gone this far, so I
decided to just go for it. I slid my hand
over and started the stroke myself. I ran my index
finger up and down my pussy lips, pretending it was
Rob's tongue.
Speaker 3: Uh, what are you doing I.
Speaker 2: Opened my eyes and looked at Rob. I'm imagining you
on your knees right there, I pointed to the floor
next to me, with your tongue licking my pussy right here.
Stroked my lips again. He didn't say anything, just stood
and stared. You're supposed to be painting, Rob. I smiled
at the confusion in his face, and then turned my
attention to myself. He started to stroke my clit, breathe
heavily as each stroke increased the heat in my pussy.
I ain't want to come fast, so I dropped my
fingers down and stroked my pussy lips. You look nervous.
Come on, you've painted a lot of nudes. What's the problem.
Speaker 3: I'm afraid I can't concentrate.
Speaker 2: I could not believe he hadn't walked over, just taken me.
Speaker 1: Yet.
Speaker 2: You can't finish, he glanced at the painting umn. No,
I can't finish either. Maybe you can help me, he
didn't move. Now, please, He dropped the paint brush and
scrambled over. Finally, as he approached, it was as if
he had transformed. The tentative Rob at the coffee shop
was now the confident Rub the painter. He had that
intensity in his eyes, and the raw desire was making
me throb. He slid his hand along my thigh with
a slow intent that made me shiver. His fingertips slightly
traced a path up to my chest. He started cressing
my right nipple with his fingers, while I tingled at
his touch. I grabbed his hand and slid it down
my body between my legs. Please, He paused with his
hand resting against my abdomen, his fingers so close to
my clit. I was dying with his other hand. He
grabbed my hand and pulled it.
Speaker 3: Off his I can take it from here.
Speaker 2: He had a wicked grin on his face. Oh yes, please.
He lightly ran a single finger up and down my lips,
brushing the tip against my clit every so often. I
shudder each time, and as he continued, I realized he
was teasing me. He pulled his hand to his mouth
and licked his finger.
Speaker 3: You're so wet.
Speaker 2: I was swollen and throbbing and wanted him to fuck me.
But he reached down again as he stared into my
eyes with a look of I'm in control. There was
no teasing this time. He stroked my clit with two
fingers and then slid them into my pussy. After he
struck my g spot, he slid them out again and
slid them up to my clit. As he stroked me.
I was dying and tensed my legs. He smiled and
stroked faster and faster. Oh God, I'm going to come.
Don't stop. He rhythmically stroked my clip with the same
attention he used with his paintings, and each touch brought
me closer to orgasm. Finally, I couldn't hold back. Yes,
oh fuck, don't stop, Yes, yes, oh. I thrust my
hips forward and came hard, breathing heavily. I looked up
at him, Now you can fuck me. I spun my
left leg down to get into a sitting position. I
was going to take Rob's pants off and suck his cock,
but he had already pulled his pants and underwearn down.
I loved his enthusiasm and desire, which I could easily
see in the rock hard cock inches from my face.
There wasn't anything I wasn't ready to do at that moment.
I had worked hard for that cock, and I was
ready to have it any way whereb wanted it. He
could come on my tits and my mouth, on my face,
in my ass, on my ass. I didn't care. I
reached out for his cock, but he leaned down, took
my head in his hands, and kissed me hard on
the mouth. I kissed him back while I ran my
hand up his leg. He gently pushed me backward onto
the sofa. I fell back, and before I realized what
was happening, Rob was on top of me. I could
feel as hard cock against my thigh and then my pussy.
This is what I had aimed for. Rob wanted me
so bad that he bypassed a blowjob, sensual disrobing and
everything because he wanted to just fuck me so bad,
and he did. I could tell from how hard his
cock was, how pressed against my swollen pussy as he
leaned down on top of me, and in the look
in Rob's eyes, which were exactly what I wanted to see,
eyes that said I don't want to fuck you, I
need to fuck you. He spread my legs and I
felt his thighs against mine and his cock pressed up
against my pussy lips. Neither of us even had to
guide him in. I was so wet and swollen, and
he was so hard that all it took was him
to push forward, and he slid inside me. As he
slid inside me, I realized Rob actually knew what he
was doing. He used his cock like a paintbrush, stroking
me with an intent that drove me crazy. He was
slow and sensuous as I enjoyed feeling his cock slid
in and out of me. He would thrust in hard,
which would send a shock of pleasure through my entire body.
Then he would go slow again. I had never had
someone so good at just using their cock. I fucked
dudes who were good with their tongue, their fingers, and
a lot of dudes who were good at heart and
fast fucking. But Rob, holy shit, he went slow and deep,
making me feel every luscious bit of his cock in
my pussy. Then he would just tease my lips and
clit with the head of his cock, and just when
I was enjoying that light touch, he'd shove it in
hard and start fucking me. I swear to fucking God,
he was an artist with his cock, and every stroke
brought me closer and closer to a second orgasm.
Speaker 3: Fuck your pussy feels so good.
Speaker 2: He started to moan, and then thrust faster and harder,
which was amazing in its intensity. Hard and fast, no
more artistry. He was fucking me with no thought beyond
his cock slamming into my pussy. God, it felt so good.
Speaker 3: Oh fuck, I'm coming, fuck yes all.
Speaker 2: And then after a few more strokes, he thrust it
as deep inside me as he could. He shuddered, and
I felt his hot coum shoot into me. As he
stood above me with his cock deep inside me. I
reached down and stroked my clit, thinking of how hot
it felt to feel his hard cock throb inside me.
I started to moan and Rob slid his cock in
and out slowly, which felt amazing. As I'd masturbated myself.
His com made everything so slippery, and that just made
it hotter. I started to come. Yes, yes, fuck you.
Cock feels so good. My whole body tense as the
orgasm washed across my body. Rob collapsed next to me
on the sofa, the tight space forcing me to roll
onto my side and face him.
Speaker 3: That was amazing.
Speaker 2: He was out of breath, it was I was panting myself.
That was totally worth the way. I didn't know what
it would take to get you to get into my pants,
I grinned. To his credit, robbed itn't look embarrassed at all. Rather,
he smiled, I.
Speaker 3: Guess you had to take off your pants to get
me in them, which reminds me your body is amazing.
I really want to paint you like a lot, and.
Speaker 2: By paint you mean fuck right. I ran my hand
along his thigh that too. I loved his newfound snarky replies.
It was absolutely perfect after the thrill of the chase.
He wasn't this sad dude with no self esteem. He
was just a bit more of a challenge. Well challenges,
and I like fucking him. It seemed like a combination
that would lead to a lot of fun and a
lot of portraits.
Speaker 1: Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
tenth Muse Studio.