Speaker 1: Hey there.
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Speaker 3: Hello, my lovelies, this is Roxy Callahan and I'm so
Speaker 3: happy you've joined me in this celebration of women's sexuality
Speaker 3: and passion. Every week I present an erotic story that
Speaker 3: showcases women embracing their lust and passion in a way
Speaker 3: that is empowering and of course, incredibly hot. I adore
Speaker 3: this week's story, which was sent in by a loyal
Speaker 3: listener who wishes to remain anonymous. This is another case
Speaker 3: where she said that some of it is real and
Speaker 3: some of it is just her imagination.
Speaker 4: Girlfriend.
Speaker 3: I'm certainly hoping that the orgasms are based on real life.
Speaker 3: Oh and how cute is this? The narrators for this
Speaker 3: week's story our boyfriend and girlfriend. The two of them
Speaker 3: are students at one of the local universities. And I
Speaker 3: can just imagine the fun they had rehearsing the script.
Speaker 3: They did such a great job. I'm definitely going to
Speaker 3: ask them to narrate a future story. Our two young
Speaker 3: stars also did ask to remain anonymous.
Speaker 4: Finally, I have to note.
Speaker 3: That this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 4: There's nothing like really wanting to fuck a guy and
Speaker 4: having him be totally oblivious. On the one hand, it's
Speaker 4: a special thrill to seduce a guy, to watch the
Speaker 4: dawning comprehension on his face and the bulge in his
Speaker 4: pants when he finally understands that the conversation is really
Speaker 4: about one thing, fucking each other's brains out. On the
Speaker 4: other hand, it's annoying to have to work for something
Speaker 4: that you badly want, especially when you're so formy you
Speaker 4: want it right then. I mean, how, thence does a
Speaker 4: guy need to be when I'm resting my hand on
Speaker 4: his thigh. My favorite example of both these is the
Speaker 4: same guy, a talented painter who was a classmate of
Speaker 4: mine at the University of Michigan. His name was Rob.
Speaker 4: Rob was hot in a cute, nerdy way. He was
Speaker 4: tall and thin, with an angular face but angles from
Speaker 4: being thin and not from rugged good looks. He had
Speaker 4: brown eyes, which seemed more studious than dark and romantic.
Speaker 4: So he wasn't this stud that made my heart melt.
Speaker 4: He was this really cute guy that was sexy as
Speaker 4: hell in all kinds of unexpected ways. The way he
Speaker 4: would look at me with that secret look of desire,
Speaker 4: and then his embarrassment when I caught him, The way
Speaker 4: his jeans hugged his tight ass when he was leaning
Speaker 4: forward to squintet something he was painting hit and his
Speaker 4: painting he was ungodly talented, and each brush stroke took
Speaker 4: my breath away. It was while watching him painting a
Speaker 4: nude door in class one day that I knew I
Speaker 4: wanted him. It hit me hard and fast. I was
Speaker 4: sitting next to him, in a bit behind, so I
Speaker 4: had a good view of him. As he worked. He'd
Speaker 4: stare at the model with this amazing intensity, and I
Speaker 4: knew then I wanted him to stare at me with
Speaker 4: that same intensity. He'd do a simple stroke, accenting abreast
Speaker 4: after staring at her chest for minutes. It was like
Speaker 4: he wanted to not just paint her naked body. He
Speaker 4: wanted to understand and know every last inch of it.
Speaker 4: Oh yes, I wanted him to understand and know every
Speaker 4: last inch of my body. I approached him after class
Speaker 4: and made small talk, using all my best flirting techniques.
Speaker 4: The hair flip, the light touch as I brushed my
Speaker 4: fingers against his hand, the smile. He missed all of them,
Speaker 4: which of course made me want him even more so
Speaker 4: I asked him if he wanted to talk about anatomy
Speaker 4: over lunch or coffee. He agreed, and I figured he
Speaker 4: got the message. Let's talk anatomy. I mean, come on,
Speaker 4: hot girl, two of us talking anatomy. I couldn't believe
Speaker 4: how the date went. I wore a plunging neckline. I
Speaker 4: rested my hand on his thigh. I talked about the
Speaker 4: joy of the naked body. Through it all, he seemed
Speaker 4: thoroughly oblivious that I wanted to fuck him. We had
Speaker 4: another date and it was more of the same. I mean,
Speaker 4: we got along really great. We shared an interest in painting,
Speaker 4: We laughed at each other's jokes. We really enjoyed our
Speaker 4: time together. By then, however, who was dying from desire.
Speaker 4: I had figured he'd be a casual fuck, some cute
Speaker 4: guy from class that I could have some fun with,
Speaker 4: but his not getting with the fuck me program turned
Speaker 4: my desire into a mission. Every time I saw him,
Speaker 4: I felt this extraordinary horniness. The desire to have what
Speaker 4: didn't come easily was overwhelming. So I took my frustration
Speaker 4: us a challenge, and I decided that I would seduce
Speaker 4: Rob in some really hot and creative way. As I
Speaker 4: thought back to Rob painting the nude model, the way
Speaker 4: his eyes intensely examined her, the way his hand would
Speaker 4: turn that inspiration and focus into a beautiful piece of art,
Speaker 4: it gave me inspiration. I knew what I needed to
Speaker 4: do to fuck Rob. So I texted him, Hey, come
Speaker 4: buy my place tomorrow and bring your paint and brushes.
Speaker 4: We can paint each other. The next day, I gave
Speaker 4: Rob a hug and led him into the apartment. I
Speaker 4: wasn't sure how the day was going to progress, but
Speaker 4: my goal from the moment Rob walked through the door
Speaker 4: was for us to rip each other's clothes off and
Speaker 4: go at it. Not make love, not get each other
Speaker 4: off with a hand job, none of that. I was
Speaker 4: going to get him naked and fuck him, or better
Speaker 4: than that, have him fuck me. Why don't you paint
Speaker 4: me first, I said, as I handed him a mug
Speaker 4: of coffee, whatever you have in mind, hoping that he
Speaker 4: would get the message that if he wanted to paint
Speaker 4: me nude, I would be up for that.
Speaker 1: Great. Why don't you lie down on the couch and
Speaker 1: I'll sit up over here.
Speaker 4: I laid back on the couch as he set up
Speaker 4: his easel in canvas. He looked at me. As I
Speaker 4: got comfortable, I pulled a pillow next to the arm
Speaker 4: of the sofa and lay my head on it. I
Speaker 4: then dropped my right leg to the floor while my
Speaker 4: left legs stretched out. I put my hand on my
Speaker 4: right thigh while my left hand rested on my left breast.
Speaker 4: It was as close to a fuck me pose as
Speaker 4: I could think of. Going through the process of seducing
Speaker 4: Rob was exciting in and of itself. I always thought
Speaker 4: I was pretty good at seduction. I mean, pretty much
Speaker 4: every guy I wanted would end up naked with me.
Speaker 4: But the more I thought about it, the more I
Speaker 4: realized that I'd never really faced a true challenge. Guys
Speaker 4: just wanted to fuck, and guys wanted to fuck me,
Speaker 4: so this was different. I had to work for it
Speaker 4: and thinking about working for his heart on got me
Speaker 4: wet pretty much right away. He pulled out a pencil
Speaker 4: and started doing the preliminary sketch. He was still sketching
Speaker 4: after five minutes. Hey, nothing too complicated. I don't want
Speaker 4: to sit here all day. After about ten minutes, I
Speaker 4: noticed he was still sketching. I knew how Rob worked,
Speaker 4: and he was a fast and excellent sketch artist. He
Speaker 4: could draw full sketches in a couple of minutes. For
Speaker 4: him to have the rough outline of his painting not
Speaker 4: done almost immediately meant something was wrong, problems. His brow
Speaker 4: was furrowed and his glasses had slid down his nose.
Speaker 4: The intensity of his look was sexy, and I thought
Speaker 4: of him looking at me like that as we were
Speaker 4: both naked with him above me. The glasses were the
Speaker 4: turn on for some reason. Yeah, he was totally going
Speaker 4: to fuck me with his glasses on.
Speaker 1: I'm trying to capture the real you. I can do
Speaker 1: more than just paint a hot girl and jeans and
Speaker 1: a T shirt.
Speaker 4: The moment he said the words, he looked up and
Speaker 4: the look on his face was a kind of admission
Speaker 4: that I caught him thinking something naughty. That look was
Speaker 4: the hottest. I stood up and walked over to see
Speaker 4: his sketch. He halfway covered it with his hand, and
Speaker 4: I found his embarrassment charming. It was like I caught
Speaker 4: him naked. The drawing was an excellent representation of my
Speaker 4: body and jeans and a T shirt. My face looked
Speaker 4: kind of thoughtful. There was an understated beauty to my curbs.
Speaker 4: I hated it. I always thought of myself as passionate, devoted,
Speaker 4: and smart and sexy and, if I'm honest, kind of
Speaker 4: a hot mess, which is to say, pretty much everything
Speaker 4: except what Rob had drawn. I took his hand with
Speaker 4: a pencil in mine. You're holding back. That's so unlike you.
Speaker 4: You're an amazing artist, Rob. I then moved his hand
Speaker 4: with the pencil and pressed it between my tits and
Speaker 4: against my heart. You said you wanted to paint more
Speaker 4: than just a hot girl in jeans and a T shirt.
Speaker 4: Do that paint the me that you see when your
Speaker 4: eyes are closed, the me that you wouldn't want anyone
Speaker 4: to see but you, Because that's what I want to see.
Speaker 4: I let his hand go. I'll be disappointed if he don't.
Speaker 4: I kissed him on the cheek. Now start over. I
Speaker 4: had practically buried his hand on my cleavage, and I
Speaker 4: had told him to paint the knee that he saw
Speaker 4: with his eyes closed. If he didn't get the hint
Speaker 4: that I was looking for something erotic, I didn't know
Speaker 4: what I'd do. He was a maddening combination of cute, clueless,
Speaker 4: and awkward, and somehow it was all really hot. But
Speaker 4: I had yet to see that sexy nerd I was
Speaker 4: hoping for. He grabbed the new canvas. As I lay
Speaker 4: back on the sofa, I stretched my legs out and
Speaker 4: lay back watching as Rob worked. He furiously sketched, very
Speaker 4: so often he would stop and stare at me for
Speaker 4: long periods of time. The look on his face as
Speaker 4: he studied me thrilled me. It wasn't that of analysis.
Speaker 4: There was that intensity of knowing that he alone possessed me.
Speaker 4: In that moment, he put the pencil down and I
Speaker 4: stood up. Now let's see what you've.
Speaker 1: Got, uh I I'd rather not have you seen this
Speaker 1: just yet.
Speaker 4: He looked scared good he did something uncomfortable. He looked
Speaker 4: down as I approached. I soon discovered why he had
Speaker 4: sketched me naked with my left hand holding my left
Speaker 4: breast and the other laying on my thigh, the fingers
Speaker 4: almost reaching for my pussy. Rod was an amazing artist,
Speaker 4: and even though it was just a quick sketch, I
Speaker 4: had to admit that it was extraordinary how well he
Speaker 4: portrayed my curves without ever having seen them. Looking at
Speaker 4: my naked body through the imagination of someone else was thrilling.
Speaker 4: This is fantastic, Rob, is it? He looked relieved, but
Speaker 4: I didn't want relief. I wanted him to give even
Speaker 4: further into the intensity he had shown earlier. Well, for
Speaker 4: the most part, you got one thing wrong. I had
Speaker 4: a very sexy thing in mind, but after I said
Speaker 4: the words, Rob looked scared again. I was trying really
Speaker 4: hard to seduce and fuck Rob, but he kept annoying
Speaker 4: me with his hesitation and fear. He should have been
Speaker 4: falling all over himself to get my pants.
Speaker 1: I'm so sorry, It's just that I've never seen you naked,
Speaker 1: and I had to use my best guess.
Speaker 4: Rob, calm down, it's just a small thing here. It
Speaker 4: will be easier to explain if I show you. I
Speaker 4: started to pull my t shirt over my head as
Speaker 4: I walked back to the sofa. I dropped it on
Speaker 4: the floor and then undid my broth, dropping it next
Speaker 4: to the shirt. I removed my shoes and then unbuttoned
Speaker 4: my jeans and pulled them off along with my panties.
Speaker 4: Rob's jaw was dropped open. I lay down on the sofa,
Speaker 4: once again, dropping my right leg to the floor while
Speaker 4: I stretched my left leg out. I creussed my tits
Speaker 4: with my hands and then dropped my right hand down
Speaker 4: to my thigh, matching his sketch as much as possible.
Speaker 4: I looked up and Rob looked like he was in
Speaker 4: heaven by Now you know what you got wrong? I
Speaker 4: smiled wildly. He nodded, Yeah, you are shaved. That's right,
Speaker 4: so lose the pubic hair and you're good. He started painting,
Speaker 4: and as he did, I imagined what it would be
Speaker 4: like the fuck Rob. He clearly wasn't the passionate type,
Speaker 4: nor was he muscular. I had to give up the
Speaker 4: idea of a swimmer's body. But that wasn't so bad.
Speaker 4: He was really cute, and I anticipated that, like a
Speaker 4: lot of artists, his passion was just buried under the surface.
Speaker 4: Maybe he would put his brush down, walk over and
Speaker 4: just lower himself between my legs. I closed my eyes
Speaker 4: and pictured Rob's tongue licking me as he looked up
Speaker 4: at me through his glasses. Oh my god, I was
Speaker 4: totally turned on. I had gone this far, so I
Speaker 4: decided to just go for it. I slid my hand
Speaker 4: over and started the stroke myself. I ran my index
Speaker 4: finger up and down my pussy lips, pretending it was
Speaker 4: Rob's tongue.
Speaker 1: Uh, what are you doing.
Speaker 4: I opened my eyes and looked at Rob. I'm imagining
Speaker 4: you on your knees right there, I pointed to the
Speaker 4: floor next to me, with your tongue licking my pussy
Speaker 4: right here. Stroked my lips again. He didn't say anything,
Speaker 4: just stood and stared. You're supposed to be painting, Rob.
Speaker 4: I smiled at the confusion in his face, and then
Speaker 4: turned my attention to myself. He started to stroke my clit,
Speaker 4: breathe heavily as each stroke increased the heat in my pussy.
Speaker 4: I didn't want to come fast, so I dropped my
Speaker 4: fingers down and stroked my pussy lips. You look nervous.
Speaker 4: Come on, You've painted a lot of nudes. What's the problem.
Speaker 1: I'm afraid I can't concentrate.
Speaker 4: I could not believe he hadn't walked over, just taken
Speaker 4: me yet. You can't finish, he glanced at the painting umn. No,
Speaker 4: I can't finish either. Maybe you can help me. He
Speaker 4: didn't move. Now, please, He dropped the paintbrush and scrambled over. Finally,
Speaker 4: as he approached, it was as if he had transformed.
Speaker 4: The tentative Rob at the coffee shop was now the
Speaker 4: confident rob the painter. He had that intensity in his eyes,
Speaker 4: and the raw desire was making me throb. He slid
Speaker 4: his hand along my thigh with a slow intent that
Speaker 4: made me shiver. His fingertips slightly traced a path up
Speaker 4: to my chest. He started cressing my right nipple with
Speaker 4: his fingers as while I tingled at his touch. I
Speaker 4: grabbed his hand and slid it down my body between
Speaker 4: my legs. Please, He paused with his hand resting against
Speaker 4: my abdomen, his finger so close to my clit. I
Speaker 4: was dying with his other hand. He grabbed my hand
Speaker 4: and pulled.
Speaker 1: It off his I can take it from here.
Speaker 4: He had a wicked grin on his face. Oh yes, please.
Speaker 4: He lightly ran a single finger up and down my lips.
Speaker 4: Brushing the tip against my clit every so often. I
Speaker 4: shudder each time, and as he continued, I realized he
Speaker 4: was teasing me. He pulled his hand to his mouth
Speaker 4: and licked his finger.
Speaker 1: You're so wet.
Speaker 4: I was swollen and throbbing and wanted him to fuck me.
Speaker 4: But he reached down again as he stared into my
Speaker 4: eyes with a look of I'm in control. There was
Speaker 4: no teasing this time. He stroked my clip with two
Speaker 4: fingers and then slid them into my pussy. After he
Speaker 4: stroke my g spot, he slid them out again and
Speaker 4: slid them up to my clit. As he stroked me.
Speaker 4: I was dying and tensed my legs. He smiled and
Speaker 4: stroked faster and faster. Oh God, I'm going to come.
Speaker 4: Don't stop. He rhythmically stroked my clip with the same
Speaker 4: attention he used with his paintings, and each touch brought
Speaker 4: me closer to orgasm. Finally, I couldn't hold back. Yes,
Speaker 4: I'll fuck don't stop. Yes, yes, Oh. I thrust my
Speaker 4: hips forward and came hard, breathing heavily. I looked up
Speaker 4: at him. Now you can fuck me. I spun my
Speaker 4: left leg down to get into a sitting position. I
Speaker 4: was going to take Robert his pants off and suck
Speaker 4: his cock, but he had already pulled his pants and
Speaker 4: underwear down. I loved his enthusiasm and desire, which I
Speaker 4: could easily see in the rock hard cock inches from
Speaker 4: my face. There wasn't anything I wasn't ready to do
Speaker 4: at that moment. I had worked hard for that cock,
Speaker 4: and I was ready to have it anyway Rob wanted it.
Speaker 4: He could come on my tits and my mouth, on
Speaker 4: my face, in my ass, on my ass. I didn't care.
Speaker 4: I reached out for his cock, but he leaned down,
Speaker 4: took my head in his hands, and kissed me hard
Speaker 4: on the mouth. I kissed him back while I ran
Speaker 4: my hand up his leg. He gently pushed me backward
Speaker 4: onto the sofa. I fell back, and before I realized
Speaker 4: what was happening, Rob was on top of me. I
Speaker 4: could feel as hard cock against my thigh and then
Speaker 4: my pussy. This is what I had aimed for. Rob
Speaker 4: wanted me so bad that he bypassed a blowjob, sensual
Speaker 4: disrobing and everything because he wanted to just fuck me
Speaker 4: so bad, and he did. I could tell from how
Speaker 4: hard it is. Cock was hot pressed against my swollen
Speaker 4: pussy as he leaned down on top of me, and
Speaker 4: in the look in Rob's eyes, which were exactly what
Speaker 4: I wanted to see, eyes that said I don't want
Speaker 4: to fuck you, I need to fuck you. He spread
Speaker 4: my legs and I felt his thighs against mine and
Speaker 4: his cock pressed up against my pussy lips. Neither of
Speaker 4: us even had to guide him in. I was so
Speaker 4: wet and swollen and he was so hard that all
Speaker 4: it took was him to push forward, and he slid
Speaker 4: inside me. As he slid inside me, I realized Rob
Speaker 4: actually knew what he was doing. He used his cock
Speaker 4: like a paintbrush, stroking me with an intent that drove
Speaker 4: me crazy. He was slow and sensuous as I enjoyed
Speaker 4: feeling his cockslid in and out of me. He would
Speaker 4: thrust in hard, which would send a shock of pleasure
Speaker 4: through my entire body. Then he would go slow again.
Speaker 4: I had never had someone so good at just using
Speaker 4: their cock. I fucked dudes who were good with their tongue,
Speaker 4: their fingers, and a lot of dudes who were good
Speaker 4: at heart and fast fucking. But Rob, holy shit, he
Speaker 4: went slow and deep, making me feel every luscious bit
Speaker 4: of his cock in my pussy, and he would just
Speaker 4: tease my lips and clip with the head of his cock,
Speaker 4: and just when I was enjoying that light touch, he'd
Speaker 4: shove it in hard and start fucking me. I swear
Speaker 4: to fucking god, he was an artist with his cock,
Speaker 4: and every stroke brought me closer and closer to a
Speaker 4: second orgasm.
Speaker 1: Fuck, your pussy feels so good.
Speaker 4: He started to moan and then thrust faster and harder,
Speaker 4: which was amazing in its intensity. Hard and fast, no
Speaker 4: more artistry. He was fucking me with no thought beyond
Speaker 4: his cock slamming in in my pussy. God, it felt
Speaker 4: so good.
Speaker 1: Oh fuck, I'm coming. Fuck yes all.
Speaker 4: And then after a few more strokes, he thrust it
Speaker 4: as deep inside me as he could. He shuddered, and
Speaker 4: I felt his hot com shoot into me. As he
Speaker 4: stood above me with his cock deep inside me. I
Speaker 4: reached down and stroked my clit, thinking of how hot
Speaker 4: it felt to feel his hard cock throb inside me.
Speaker 4: I started to moan and rob slid his cock in
Speaker 4: and out slowly, which felt amazing. As I'd masturbated myself.
Speaker 4: His calm made everything so slippery, and that just made
Speaker 4: it hotter. I started to come yes, yes, fuck you.
Speaker 4: Cock feels so good. My whole body tensed as the
Speaker 4: orgasm washed across my body. Rob collapsed next to me
Speaker 4: on the sofa, the tight space, forcing me to roll
Speaker 4: onto my side and face him.
Speaker 1: That was amazing.
Speaker 4: He was out of breath, it was I was panting myself.
Speaker 4: That was totally worth the wait. I didn't know what
Speaker 4: it would take to get you to get into my pants,
Speaker 4: I grinned. To his credit, robbed it and't look embarrassed
Speaker 4: at all. Rather, he smiled.
Speaker 1: I guess you had to take off your pants to
Speaker 1: get me in them, which reminds me your body is amazing.
Speaker 1: I really want to paint you like a lot.
Speaker 4: And by paint you mean fuck right. I ran my
Speaker 4: hand along his thigh that too. I loved his newfound
Speaker 4: snarky replies. It was absolutely perfect after the thrill of
Speaker 4: the chase. He wasn't this sad dude with no self esteem.
Speaker 4: He was just a bit more of a challenge. Well,
Speaker 4: I like challenges and I like fucking him. It seemed
Speaker 4: like a combination that would lead to a lot of
Speaker 4: fun and a lot of portraits.
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